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jameui · 3 years

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SPECIAL PRESENT 3

Requested

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

PAIRING: Sugar Daddy!Jung Yunoh x College Student!M!Reader (featuring: Bestfriend!Lee Jeno)

GENRE: Fluff, Smut

WARNINGS: Unprotected intercourse, huge age gap, a lot of IMPORTANT flashbacks (i think), daddy kink, sex toys, overstimulation

SUMMARY: You were a striving student in Resonance High and had perfect records. Besides your devotion to your education, you were also gifted with a talent. All these stuffs making your sugar daddy, Jaehyun, proud of you, so he decided to give you a night you won't forget.

You whimpered at him like a puppy, your eyes falling down on the items he had took from your hands. It was a pink wireless vibrator that took the shape of a pill, but bigger and a dildo that almost looked exactly as a male's genital. He watched you as you got yourself naked, removing every fabric that covered your body and blushed bashfully when you saw that Jaehyun's eyes never left your naked body. "Daddy~"

He got himself growling from your state and demanded of you quickly. "On all fours now, baby boy. Let's see how these toys work." You nodded into submission and climbed the bed, with all your limbs helping you walk, before you planted your face on the mattress breathing heavily, your ass perked up while your gaping hole clenched on nothing. He marvelled at your current position and started to palm himself while groaning and grunting from the sight of your thick ass. Getting the thought that you were already feeling lonely he stripped himself off from his boxer shorts and joined you in bed. "Look at you, baby." He said, teasing you by tracing the tip of the dildo on your crack.

"Daddy... please, put it in." You whined and earned a 'tsk' from Jaehyun who shook his head.

"Would you rather have this than mine, M/n?" He asked you before he out of the blue inserted a finger inside your hole making you wince from the sudden intrusion. "And I also heard, you're school records was beyond remarkable. Is that right, baby boy?" You eagerly nodded your head and hissed when Jaehyun decided to add one more finger inside you. "That's my boy. I guess you weren't lying when you said you were studying 'til the late night." He started to move his fingers in and out of you, moaning loudly when you felt his long, slender finger brush up against that bundle of nerves that made you feel so good. "Oh? That fast?"

"Daddy.. you're fingers... so long." You moaned out.

Jaehyun still found it fascinating how every words that came out of your mouth made him feel all sorts of thing every time. He propped himself on his elbows and neared your ear. "Wanna take something more, baby?" You nodded your hand before he pulled his fingers out of you. "Brace yourself." He told you, then proceeded to prod your entrance with the dick shaped dildo to tease you. "I wanted to tease you more, but good kids deserve a reward." He said, before he slowly, inches by inches, inserted the dildo into your ass, as you fisted the blankets underneath you from the pain that overwhelmed your whole system.

"Ah! Fuck! Daddy! It hurts, t-take it out, daddy. Please!" You begged, but he only shushed you and gave your back a few kisses as he continued to push the dick in you. "Fuuuckk!" You cursed, biting on your arm to try and ease the pain.

He noticed your struggling and stopped immediately. "Baby, color?"

You hesitated first before you replied. "G-green." He, then, moved the toy up and down and soon the pain subsided, being replaced with the feeling of pleasure. "Oh~ Faster, daddy.." You politely asked and he granted your request, by sliding the dildo in and out of you at a faster pace making you moan so loudly that even the neighbors would be able to hear you. "Ah, hah.. Hnnah~"

"Fuck..." Jaehyun grunted out, feeling his dick become erect from your current state. He continued to do this a few more times and decided that he couldn't take it anymore and took the dildo out your ass to replace it with his own. "Sorry, baby. I can't hold myself back anymore. Ready to take daddy's cock. Hmm?" He took his cock and jerked himself off a few times before he heard your reply.

"Yes, daddy. Please, fuck me with your big cock." The words came out more like a moan than an actual sentence, making Jaehyun chuckle. "I don't care if it hurts, daddy. I want you to rearrange my guts, fill me up with your cum and, fuck me until I can't even remember my own name~"

He growled at you before he turned you on your back and loomed over you like he was a predator hungry for his prey. "As you wish, my M/n." He said before he raised your legs and placed them over his shoulders, aligning himself in front of your as he poked you with the tip of his dick. "I'm going in, baby." He informed you.

"Yes, dadd—OH! Ah!" You screamed out violently when his large member started to enter your tight hole, as he calmed you down by distracting you with a passionate kiss, suddenly forgetting about the pain that was resonating in your ass. Your hands made its way up to his back, memorizing every build, every muscle in his body, and reached up to intertwine your fingers with his soft brown locks.

He licked on your bottom lip to ask for entrance and you complied, opening your mouth to let his tongue enter your wet mouth and swirled his tongue together with yours, dancing to a rhythm only you both knew how to produce. He would pull away from you only to catch his breathe, then putting his mouth back to yours working with his tongue and yours.

Once he was finally balls deep inside of you, you felt a moan come out of your mouth, Jaehyun swallowing the lewd noise that came out from you. He pulled away from your lips, a string of saliva connecting the both of you, wiping it away with the base of his hand. He placed small kisses on your chest, leading up to your collarbone, then to your jaws, then back to the mark he created on you last night. "This is a sign that you are mine, M/n. And only mine." He said, sucking on that particular area making you moan.

"Daddy... you.. you can move now." You told him coyly burying your head on his shoulders.

He knelt back up and held the back of your knees and placed them close to your chest, this way getting a better angle that would hit your good spot right on. He started to move at a slow pace, making you shudder in your place. He leaned in closer to you so he could place wet kisses on your neck, sucking momentarily for sure, leaving a hickey the next morning you wake up.

He gradually sped up his pace and grunted with how tight your walls clenched around him. "Baby, you're so fucking tight." He gritted out and then, increased his pace making you arch your back, letting out strings of moans that expressed how much you were in bliss from the sensation he gave you.

But, you felt something was missing. You could feel him moving inside you. You could feel him reach your stomach. You could feel every vein that pulsated on his cock and so what was— "AH!" You let out yet another lewd noise from your mouth, the moment Jaehyun had hit your prostate and smirked.

"Found it." He chuckled darkly and pulled himself out up to the tip of his cock, before slamming back into you hitting that same spot that made you moan so loudly. He did the step a few more times, then started to thrust at a very fast pace that got you rolling your eyes to the back of your head. "Ah, fuck! Baby!"

Your hands on his back, dug deep into his skin gaining a groan from him as he fastened his pace once more. "Ah! Yes, yes! That feels so good, daddy! You're so deep inside me! Mnnhh~"

As Jaehyun made his way with you, you felt your own member slap against your stomach as you reached for it only to get your hand slapped away. "I get to be the only one touching you, baby. Don't even think of jerking off." He scolded you before his hip thrusting became very inhumane and started to fuck you like he was a bunny in heat. Your tongue rolled out of your mouth, drool running down your chin while Jaehyun continued to fuck you like a ragdoll.

He singlehandedly moved you to another position, Jaehyun sitting down on the bed with you placed on his lap. He looked up at you while you down at him, staring deeply into his eyes before he thrusted up at you making you moan and hum from satisfaction, smiling lewdly as you pulled your head back. He thrusted so deep into you that whenever he reached the furthest inside you, a prominent shape of his dick appeared on your stomach. "Daddy... so deep—AHH!"

Suddenly, you felt that same knot feeling in your stomach as you started to near your climax. "I-I'm near, daddy."

"Already? I'm still not even near from cumming." He said and thrusted back up at you sharply, each thrust gaining a moan from you. "Then, cum for me, baby."

Permission granted, you moaned out in pleasure, climaxing into your stomach and his, some reaching his face. He wiped it with his thumb and licked his finger clean that surprised you. "You taste so sweet, M/n." Then, he trusted back at you with a very mind-breaking pace.

Jaehyun was recently done from his first climax and here you were, already lost count of how much you came from the overstimulation. You panted heavily as you flopped down on the bed exhausted. "Already tired, baby?" He asked you with a worried tone and you nodded quietly in reply. "Well, too bad. I was just getting started." He chuckled deeply and continued to work his deed, fucking you like a you were a lifeless body of a person.

And that went on the whole night, the whole neighborhood having to cover their ears from your arousing noises that emitted from your house.

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The next day, you were in a lot of pain. As you limped your way to your class' booth, a smug smile on Jeno's face. "L—"

"Not even a word from you, Lee. I'm in excruciating pain, right now and I don't wanna hear you talk." You said, but once you saw Jaemin your face immediately lit up and called out to him. "Jaemin!" You said and tried to run to him, forgetting about the pain you felt on your bottom. "Ah fuck!"

Jaemin ran to you and helped you up with a chuckle. "You okay there, bud?"

"Yeah.. Just a little sore."

Jeno was in disbelief as he scoffed angrily and walked off. "Fine. I didn't want to talk to you, anyways." He huffed and left.

"M/n, you forgot your lunch." Jaehyun's honey like voice came from behind you, turning towards him to glare at him. He pouted at you and kissed your cheek. "You still angry?"

"Okay. I'm in total pain because of you and you didn't listen to me even when I was already yelling the word 'red'!" You huffed and blushed when he gave you a raised brow, knowing just how much you liked it. "Don't give me that look."

He chuckled and gave you a kiss on your lips and hugged you. "I'm so glad you gave me the chance to be your boyfriend, M/n."

"As you should."

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sashi-ya · 3 years

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hello sashi-ya!! may I pls request a modern nsfw scenario where law and fem reader are friends with benefits and medical students, they are studying together (just the two of them) and something happens😏

Hi darling!! Of course! I included some technical terms hahaha I hope you don't mind!. Enjoy this scenario with our grumpy doctor ♥. Thanks for requesting!! 💖 ~

NSFW ~ Trafalgar D. Water Law x F! Reader ~ Study Session

TW: Nsfw. Explicit. Oral sex. Fingering. Vaginal sex. Getting caught. Medical terms.

WC: 1.1K

“So, the superior mesenteric artery arises from the abdominal aorta, right?” you ask Law, while scanning Yokochi’s Color Atlas of Anatomy. “Yeah, under the origin of the celiac trunk…” he answers.

“Damn nerd, there is nothing you don’t know, right? you watch him, and take a sip of your iced coffee, making annoying sounds he hates. You are done with studying, you are bored. Your roomies have left the place and won’t get back until tomorrow -probably wasted from alcohol-. But Law (your friend with benefits) and you have stayed home because a big test is coming up in a week, so you have to study. But then again, you are bored as hell.

“Stop making those sounds, it gets on my nerves” he protests. “Ahh fine, fine… Why don’t you tell me something about the Dorsal Vein of the Penis, huh?” you tease him, arching your eyebrows acting all sexy -and cringey-. “What do you wanna know about it? Where it drains? The internal pudendal vein, you dummy” he says, like a smartass.

“You kidding me, right?”. Your annoyed face communicates Law you were asking jokingly. “Oh…” he says. Law might be all passionate and kinky when fucking, but he does not catch any hint when he is focus on studying. “No, I wasn’t asking where it drains Law. But, considering you know too much, why don’t you show me where it is located, huh?”. He immediately, acting like the nerd he is, stretches over the table to snatch your anatomy atlas, but you take it away. “Oh no, no. I want the true anatomy model…” Of course you know where that vein is located, you know it really well…

“Are you… I mean, you want me to?” he asks, all serious. “Uhum, show me” you say, repressing your laugh. “Fine, you know it drains the gland tissue. In my case it is not that notorious, because it’s located under subcutaneous tissue” he says while lowering the zipper of his jeans. A giggle escapes your mouth, how is he not realizing you don’t really give a shit about anatomy right now?...

He takes out his member, hard as hell. Law holds it with his hand and approaches you. “See… it should be right here…” he says. You open your mouth, you are dumbfounded. Sure you have fucked before, but why is he acting so natural?

“Why don’t you come closer and suck the hell out my dick so you can see the damn vein (Name)-ya?” he suddenly says, jerking up and down his shaft. “You son of a bitch…” you tell him, laughing out loud. He was playing along the whole time.

Right there, in the middle of the living room you kneel down and start choking with his delicious sex. The salty taste of the precum, how his tip sometimes hits your uvula making you gag, making him grunt. “Did you find the damn vein already?” he asks, smirking sexily. “Mhh... no…” you say, muffled by the dick on your mouth. “Keep sucking then, you might find it…” he laughs, and you carve your nails on his strong hips.

“Stand up, let me study some gyno with you” he says, and helps you stand up. Law turns you around, making you bend over the table -and the books-. Your -friend- quickly takes your jeans down, sliding your panties down too. Yet, the black lace remains at the height of your knees, making your legs be pressed together.

“So wet…” he says, while playing all over your labia with the juices of your arousal. Up and down, from your clit to your entrance. Your face pressed against the anatomy book Chopper lent you. Book that would probably end up at least a little bit scratched by the time he ends up with you.

“Let me make you a takt, ok?” he whispers in your ear. “Sure, doc” you say, biting your lip. His inked middle finger goes in, he twists his wrist making you moan. He does it so good… he knows exactly where to touch for sure, the advantages of fucking with a medicine nerd.

Another finger inside, and this time, with beckoning motion, he fingers you up and down, violently, hitting your G spot. Your belly pressed against the table makes everything better. Law’s hand and forearm getting wet by your squirting fluids. “Such a good patient you are” he says, while pulling your head back from your hair, as you come. Biting your lip, you look at him so satisfied, and he does it with a lascivious smile… fucking sex god.

“Oh, I think there is a way for you to find the said vein, (Name)-ya” he says, and you try to remember what vein he is talking about. “Oh… the dorsal one?” you ask, while your breathing gets back to normal. Law has you still pinned against the table -and the books- with his hand on your back. “Uhum, you may be lucky and feel it while I’m pumping inside you” he says, and soon you feel the tip of his dick slowly entering into you.

“Damn it, nerd” you say as he is now deep inside you, stretching your twitching walls. The way your knees are pressed together by your panties, makes your cave extra tight. The way his dick feels, trying to force its way into your walls. So good for you, so good for him.

“Ugh babe, so tight for me…” he moans as he fucks you so good. His hips doing magic in and out, around, deep so deep.

But let’s be honest, who would fuck in the middle of the living room of a house that is not only yours? Probably only you…

“Name!!”, “Law!!”. “I KNEW IT, Usopp you owe me a hundred…”, “Torao what are you doing?”. “Fucking grumpy emo, how are you fucking her??!”, “Where is the booze guys?”. “Ah, so you do this instead of studying! My books!!” “Hahaha”, “SUUUUUUUPER hentaaai”. “Yohohoho Torao-San!”

All of your friends are of course looking at you getting fucked, messed over Chopper’s books. Law’s grey eyes widen, you immerse into the book pages to hide your face. Law stops fucking you, but he doesn’t move. He is frozen, you are too.

“Come on guys, let the love birds finish what they’ve started, please” says Nami, pushing everyone out of the room. “We came here to make you some company instead of partying, Torao!!” says Luffy, trying to understand what the fuck was happening. “Come on, Luffy…”

“Well, at least, did you find the damn vein?” Law asks you.

“Not yet, let me continue looking for it in my room…” You tell him, while pulling from his shirt to follow you upstairs… ♥ ~

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jisungsplatforms · 3 years

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Humph!!

Pairing: Seo Changbin x fem! reader

Genre: NSFW! Smut, minimal amount of angst (if you squint), fluff (happy happy ending!); non idol au, enemies to lovers, college au

Warning: Mature content! (DNI if you are uncomfortable or UNDERAGED); language, name calling, reader is kind of a jerk, erotic asphyxiation, use of pets names, hint of degrading, praise kink (implied), fingering (f), oral (f&m), PIV, unprotected sex (be careful with this!), unintended voyeurism (Chan and Jisung accidentally hears reader and Changbin getting it on)

Seo Changbin.

Or as you like to call him, the bane of your existence. You wouldn’t exactly call yourself the ‘petty type’ but how could you ever forget about the boy who pulled on your hair and cut in front of you during lunch time, only to get the last middle piece of pizza- a slice that was supposed to be yours, in middle school? And yes, while it is something so small, so trivial, that you should’ve easily forgotten all about it, you just couldn’t for he just seemed to pop up around you every. single. day. Oh, the list of ways he picked on you could go on and on. It was like whenever he saw you, he just had to push your buttons as if it’s his little demented mission to irk you for the rest of your life.

No one has ever made your blood boil more than he has. It makes your blood boil even more when you, yourself, couldn’t even deny the fact that the once scrawny, immature boy turned to the hottest, most muscular (and fuckable) man you’ve ever seen. Now here you are, as college juniors, and you two are still going at each other’s throats. And of course, no matter how older you get, the two of you will always find time to bicker with each other for the littlest things

“WHAT KIND OF AN IDIOT ARE YOU?” you yell, looking at Changbin in disgust. “WHAT NORMAL HUMAN BEING DOES THAT?!”

He rolls his eyes at you, clicking his tongue, “Well, excuse me for having COLD FEET. SO WHAT YOU THINK ITS WEIRD? I GET COLD EASILY AT NIGHT SO LET ME WEAR MY SOCKS TO SLEEP IN PEACE, WOMAN!” Changbin yells back, glaring at you.

Ahh, yes. Today’s fight is now on whether or not wearing socks to bed is considered ‘abnormal’. Cause what else could you argue about?

“BUT…It’s so WEIRD! Can’t you, like, invest in some thicker blankets instead? There are better options than wearing SOCKS IN BED.”

“WHAT? IS IT A CRIME TO WEAR SOCKS TO-”

Jisung interrupts Changbin by slamming one of his hands down onto the table. “God… SHUT UP! CAN YOU TWO JUST FUCK ALREADY?!” he moans in irritation. Chan lightly shoves Jisung in retaliation, scolding him for being too loud. Jisung looks at him and pouts, mumbling a quick ‘sorry’. Chan sighs, finally looking at your startled faces .

“He’s kinda right though,” he says, calmly, “not exactly about the, uhm, having sex part, though the sexual tension between you two is nauseating. But I mean about getting along with each other and finally putting an end to this ‘rivalry’.”

You and Changbin glance at each other for a brief second before scoffing. “Please. Hell would freeze over before we do,” you sneer, side eyeing him.

“I’d rather kiss an electric eel than make up with that snake of a woman,” Changbin mumbles, looking away from you.

“How about I arrange that for you?” you smile, using the fakest sweet voice you could muster. Changbin turns to you with a scoff.

“You are such a-”

“Enough!” Chan says with a stern tone he almost never uses. The look Chan was giving you both was enough to shut you up and intimidate you; hell even Jisung was scared! “Either make up on your own by the end of the month, or else. Understand?”

Both you and Changbin sigh in irritation before agreeing. “Yes…”

“I mean it! Y/n, Changbin! This is getting ridiculous now. Honestly, you guys are full grown adults but you act like children, and not the good ones! Think of the other people you’re affecting with your behaviors.”

Silence fell upon your whole table. You could only nod your head shamefully at Chan’s words, while Changbin clicks his tongue but not say anything else. Jisung looks around the table, the uncomfortable silence making the poor boy feel antsy.

“Good,” Chan leans back, his cheerful demeanor coming back, “One month, that’s it. And play nice!”

“This is stupid,” Changbin groans, leaning back on his chair. You roll your eyes at him.

“Shut it. Remember, this is for the sake of our friends.”

Ever since that day- the day Chan scared the shit out of you both- you and Changbin made an agreement to try and be civil around one another. It wasn’t very nice, but you both knew Chan was right. You didn’t want to lose your friends because of some stupid rivalry that started 9 years ago. To fix your problem, the two of you, begrudgingly, decided to hangout with each other for the next month. Today marks your one week anniversary of your treaty.

Needless to say…you both hate it.

“If we have to hangout, can we not spend our time in a library?” the short man complains, looking at you with his sharp eyes.

“Well, sorry, but I have a chemistry test in a few days and I’m sure as hell not failing that. You know Science isn’t my best subject.”

Changbin groans, sliding down his chair. “Whatever.” he mutters distastefully. You shook your head.

“Don’t you need to study for anything too?” you asked, not even sparing him a glance.

“No. I’m done with all the tests I have to do and none of my other teachers prepped us for another one. So I’m basically free, doll.”

You cringe at Changbin calling you ‘doll’, hating how that simple pet name sent a delighted shiver down your back. You scoff.

“Disgusting,” you grimace, “Never call me that again.”

Changbin smirks, now sitting up on his chair to lean closer to you. “Whatever you say, doll.”

You look up at him with a nasty glare, resisting the urge to yell at him. “You are so lucky we’re in a library.” He laughs sardonically at you. You huff, standing up to look for a chemistry book. Changbin looks at you questioningly.

“Where’re you going?”

“Looking for more books.”

He sighs, starting to stand up as well. “No,” you stop him, “By myself.” He put his hands up, slowing sitting back down. You turn around and walk to the aisle containing the textbooks. After almost 10 minutes of searching, you still couldn’t find the book you were looking for.

“Damn, I was beginning to think you left me here by myself.”

You jolt at the sound of Changbin’s rough voice. You turn to see him leaning against the bookshelf.

“I’m not that much of a jerk,” you answer scornfully, going back to your search. You could hear Changbin’s heavy footsteps grow closer. You turn to see him standing right beside your crouching figure, looking down at you. The angle you’re seeing him in shouldn’t be making you think of such indecent thoughts. You snap your head back to the shelf as Changbin crouches with you, softly groaning as he goes down. You were trying your best not to make contact with him.

Changbin helps you look for a chemistry book, trying to be nice. You could feel yourself getting hotter at his courteousness. You really didn’t want to admit that Changbin was actually a decent person, so you couldn’t help but put up a front.

“I don’t need your help, you know?”

He sniggers, “I’m not trying to be nice. I just wanna get out of here faster.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, not getting his joke. “Geez, then get away from me,” you raised your voice, still keeping the fact that you’re still in a library in mind. “I can do it myself.”

Changbin looks at you, a little shocked. He huffs, sticking his tongue against his cheek. “Honestly, you don’t have to be such an ass around me all time, you know?” he says, quietly. You stop your actions, feeling a little bad for snapping at him. “You said yourself, you want us to try getting along, why can’t you act like it?”

You bit your bottom lip, still not looking at him. “Simple. It’s cause I hate you,” you lied. He looked at you for a few seconds before standing up. You didn’t see the look of defeat on his face.

“You know,” Changbin says slowly, “I thought we could be friends. Deep down, I really thought we actually could.” You stayed quiet, looking down. “But now I know, you’re really just a stone-cold bitch.”

That. Now that lit a fire in you. You stand up abruptly with cold eyes. “Never call me that ever again.”

“What? A bitch?” He challenges, eyes equally as cold as yours. “See, here’s the thing; It’s true. I’m trying to be nice here and you’re just shutting down every single nice act I try to do for you. And what have you done for me? Drag me around like I’m some dog? You couldn’t even have the decency to even ask where I wanted to go.”

You could feel yourself get smaller and smaller with every step he took closer to you. For someone who was only 5’6”, damn did he look big. You bit the inside of your cheek when you felt your back hit the wall.

“What’s your problem with me, Y/n? I’ve seen the way you are with Jisung and Chan. I’ve seen the way you are with your other friends. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but ever since we started college, I’ve been trying to be nicer to you. But I guess it makes sense that someone as self-centered as you wouldn’t notice.”

You let out a sarcastic “ha”. You shake your head and stare into his eyes. “I told you. I. don’t. like. you. Do I need any more of a reason?”

“Yes. Yes, you do actually.”

“Hm. Find then. You’re annoying, you’re loud, you’re simple-minded, childish, irresponsible, you don’t take things seriously, you’re whiny, messy, irritatingly cocky and seeing your face is just so infuriated that it makes me nauseous,” you list. “Want more?”

The deadly look on his face simultaneously frightens and arouses you. The sarcastic smirk he gave you, though, was hotter. “Continue.”

“You’re nothing but a show off.” With those words, Changbin’s arrogant facade broke. “You act so cool and cocky when really you’re just average at best. Everything you do. Average. You don’t have much to show for. Nothing you do is worth being proud of.”

Changbin slams his hands onto the wall, making you gasp. You stare at him with wide eyes. “Take that back,” he snarls. If you thought he was intimidating before, boy were you wrong. But something in your touch starved mind made you more horny than frightened. Feeling bold, you tilt your chin up, maliciously. “Or what, Seo?”

All of a sudden, he wraps his veiny arm around your neck, choking you. It was so arousing and so sudden that you let out an embarrassingly whiny moan. “Oh?” Changbin raises a brow with a smirk. He tightens his grip on your neck, laughing cockily when you let out another whine. “Oh, I see now,” he whispers in your ear, “You act so high and mighty, always trying to take control of things, when really you’re just some sub in disguise. Isn’t that right, doll?”

You bit your lip, eyes tearing up in sexual frustration. You eyes roll back, biting your lip harder, when his grip on your throat tightens. “Aww~ how cute. You look so pathetic like this, baby,” he says, biting the shell of your ear. You arch your back at the stimulation, grinding your hips into his with a whimper. You were so glad that you were at the farthest corner of the library. Changbin moves away from you and grabs your arm. “Let’s go. We’re leaving.”

He drags you back to your table and carelessly stuffs your belongings into your bag. He slings it over his should and harshly pulls you out of the library. His apartment wasn’t that far from the library so the two of you didn’t bother picking up a cab. The walking distance between the library and his house was only about 10 minutes or less, but to you guys, it felt like hours.

Changbin fumbles with his keys, wanting to unlock the door faster. When he succeeds, he pushes you inside, slamming and locking his door roughly. He throws your bag to the ground then proceeds to pull you into his room. He turns the knob and kicks his door open.

Once inside, he pushes you onto his bed, hovering above you. The two of you were panting heavily from the tension. “Please tell me to stop,” he breathes shakily, staring at your lips, finally saying his first words since the library. “If you don’t want this, tell me to stop before I lose it.”

Did you really want this? Do you really want him? Or is it just your hormones talking? You contemplate, thinking back on all the years you’ve known him. Yeah, you thought that he was annoying when you were younger, wanting nothing more than to push him down a well. However, as you grew up, you started to notice how mature he has gotten throughout the years. He still does make fun of you, but it wasn’t as bad as before. He did treat you like an actual human being when he wasn’t irritating you. Especially recently. He really did treat you nicely but you were too prideful yourself to admit that.

Even up to now, you said some really hurtful things to him, and he was still making sure you were okay when he could’ve just lashed out on you and done whatever he wants. Changbin is genuinely a really nice guy and you were just too stuck up to see that. In that moment, you realize that you actually like Changbin, as in, have genuine feelings for him. Maybe even way longer than you realize but you were being stubborn to acknowledge it. Speaking of, you seem to realize that you were so lost in thought that Changbin took your silence as a ‘no’.

Just as he was about to remove himself from your body, you grab onto his shirt and push your lips onto his. He was taken aback. He was convinced that you truly didn’t like him but you seem to have proved him wrong. Before he could kiss you back, you parted away from him, leaning your forehead against him. “Make me yours, Bin,” you whisper.

Without any hesitation, Changbin kisses you with fervor. The kiss held so much passion, desperation, and desire that it made you moan. You wrap your arms around his neck, messing with his dark hair. Changbin groans, grinding his hips against yours. He pulls away to take off your shirt and start marking you up. You mewl, feeling him suck, lick, and kiss your neck.

One particular suck on the juncture of your neck made you moan out loud. He smiles against your skin, taking extra time on that area. You cry out, pulling on his hair to get his attention. “Changbin…” you say breathlessly. He looks up and nearly loses it on the spot. You laying underneath him, neck covered with sexy red marks that he created. You already look so dazed out that Changbin wonders how much more beautiful you will look when he actually fucks you.

He moves up to your face, stroking your hair. “What’s wrong, doll?” he questions you softly. You whimper as you roll your hips up to meet his. Changbin hisses at the feeling.

“Inside,” you whine, “Want you inside me, please.”

“Do you now?” Now his tone was condescending. You pout, nodding your head. “Cute. What makes you thing that I’d just give it to you after how much of a brat you were earlier?” You rub your thighs together, pouting.

Tears starts forming in your eyes. “Please? I’m sorry for being a brat. I’ll make it up to you, I promise!”

Changbin chuckles darkly. “Oh, you will, doll,” he says, rubbing both your thighs. He glances up at you to read your expressions, only continuing when you gave him a confirming nod. He sits up and takes off your pants. He chuckles, licking his lips when he realizes that your bra and panties were a matching set. “How adorable.” he sings, making you flustered.

Changbin kisses your stomach before slipping his hand down your panties. You clench your thighs, trapping his hand, as he plays with your clit. He rubs slow circles on your clit, stroking your slit before sliding one finger inside you. You grab a fistful of his bed sheets, moaning. He lazily moves his finger in you, adding another one to fill you up a little more. You were already breathless. Your sweet moans filling up the entire room. Changbin starts to move his fingers faster, bending them, making you arch your back and whine louder.

You could already feel your high getting closer. You start squirming around in response. “Close, baby?” he asks, rhetorically. You nod your head frantically.

“Y-yes, fuck. Oh shi- yes.”

Changbin pumps his fingers faster for you, feeling yourself clenching tighter and tighter before you finally cum around them. He lets you ride out your high before slipping out of you. He brings his fingers to your lips, prying them open. “Open up, doll.” You let his fingers inside your mouth, swirling your tongue around his digits, tasting yourself, making the two of you groan. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, sliding down so his face meets your wet core.

You look down at him, questioningly. You were about to ask him what he was doing until he licks up your slit. Your eyes widened as you threw your head back, letting out a moan loud enough that it borderline sounded like a scream. His tongue explores your pussy, occasionally sucking on your clit as you pant.

“N-no,” you stammer, “that’s not-n-no. I-I’m still sensi-ah!” You grip his hair, not sure if you’re trying to push him away or pull him closer. Changbin chuckles at this, the vibrations from it shooting up your core. Your sensitivity from your first orgasm brought you closer to your next release. You start bucking your hips, thighs closing in on his head as your core tightens. He grabs your thighs, prying them open. One last harsh suck on you clit made you cum again, this time on his tongue. Changbin licks up your slit, gathering up every single drop of your juices.

He sits up and smiles at you, his chin covered with your excess wetness. He rubs your thighs to calm you down. “You good, Y/n?” he worryingly asks, “Think you can handle one more?” You lazily nod your head, a little overwhelmed with the over sensitivity. Changbin wipes his mouth before crawling back to your face. He kisses you leisurely, taking his time with your lips to give you more time to calm down.

You hold onto his muscular biceps as he cups your face. You were still panting harshly even before he started making out with you. He peppers your face with gentle pecks, encouraging you to continue. “How ‘bout now? Can you handle one more orgasm, babe?”

This time, you could actually reply to him. “Y-yeah. ‘Think I can.” you said, quietly. Changbin smiles and gives you one more peck on your lips. He leans up and takes off his clothes. Even after two orgasms, you still felt needy for Changbin. Your eyes rake down his form, eyeing each one of his bulging muscles. Damn, no wonder why he’s always bragging about going to the gym everyday, cause he has every right to do so.

Now, if you thought his body was impressive, then his cock was another story. Your eyes widens, breath hitching when you see it. Holy shit, now I know why he’s so short, you thought. He has a monster cock that totally makes up for it. “Holy fuck-“ Changbin looks at you with a smirk.

“What’s wrong, doll? Bigger than you expected?” You nod dumbly, mouth ajar. Changbin could feel his ego skyrocketing. He pumps himself, throwing his head back in pleasure, finally feeling some kind of pleasure before lining himself to your hole. He adjusts his position, spreading your legs wider as well. “I’ll go as slowly as I can,” he mutters. You mumble a quiet ‘thank you’ as he starts pushing in.

Your mouth opens in a silent scream, eyes clenching as you try to take him in fully. Changbin moans rather loudly, your tightness a little too much for him. “W-wait. Fuck…” you call out with slight hiss. He stops his penetration, waiting for you to adjust. Your grip on his shoulders tightens, silently giving him the ok to move. He continues his advancement slowly until he bottoms out inside you. The both of you moan, giving each other time to relax.

Changbin leans down to kiss your cheek, whispering encouraging words to you. You stay in your positions for almost a minute before pleading for Changbin to move. At first, his thrusts were slow, testing out how well you could take him in for now. You moan softly, the way his hips move softly is already shooting bursts of pleasure throughout your body. Gradually, he picks up his pace, his once slow, loving thrusts are now hungry, desperate ones.

His hands were now on the back of your thighs, folding you in half. The new position allows him to reach deeper inside you. “B-bin,” you whine, clawing at his back, “hmm…fuck. M-more. Fuck me harder.”

“Harder? You really think your pretty little pussy can handle my cock, doll?”

“Yes! P-please g-give me more. I can handle i-it!”

Changbin laughs at your desperation, picking up his pace. You moan louder, moving your hips to meet his thrusts. Changbin’s soft moans and growls and your own whiny moans filled his bedroom. Neither of you knew who would break first, both of your releases nearing. The tip of his cock starts hitting right on your sweet spot, making you scream. He throws his head back with a loud, raspy moan when he feels you tightening around him.

“I’m s-so fucking close, Bin,” you cry, “Don’t s-stop!”

“My, what a desperate slut you are.”

He bites his lip, hips moving harder and deeper, as he leans closer to kiss you. Remembering the scene from the library, Changbin’s right hand snakes around your neck, firmly but gently choking you.You let yourself enjoy the feeling of him blocking your airways, closing your eyes in pleasure. You whine loudly when he slips his tongue in your mouth. You let him explore your wet cavern, loving the feeling. Your eyes shot open when you felt his thumb playing with your clit.

“Sh-shit! Changbin!” You moan, arching your back. You could feel the beginnings of your release.

“C’mon,beautiful,” Changbin whispers, “Cum for me.” His words seem to have triggered your orgasm. Your body went stiff, cumming around his cock, mumbling a bunch of expletives. You start trembling, the feeling of your orgasm was too intense. Changbin hisses, pulling himself out of you when he felt his own release nearing.

He pulls you up, pushing your head close to his throbbing dick. Getting the memo, you lean down and take him into your mouth. You bob your head up and down as you pump the rest of his cock. Changbin moans, his rough hand in your hair. He starts rocking his hips, pushing himself deeper into your mouth. One harsh tug on your scalp made you moan, the vibrations sends waves of pleasure down his cock making him throw his head back yet again.

“What a dirty little girl,” he pants heavily. “Love my cock that much, huh, doll?” Tears pool your eyes as you try humming in agreement. The second round of vibrations sent Changbin over the edge. Hot spurts of cum shoots down your throat. He holds your head in place until he finishes cumming. “That’s it, beautiful. Swallow it all. Don’t let anything go to waste.”

He lets go of your head and gently pushes you down his bed. He cups your cheek, rubbing it tenderly with his thumb. Changbin reaches behind you to unclasp your bra, throwing it down onto his floor and rubbing at your breast to soothe you, only letting go of them when you let out an uncomfortable whine. He moves up to your face and kisses you softly.

“Are you okay, Y/n?” he questions you. You nod, too fucked out to respond verbally. Changbin giggles, moving to lay beside you and petting your hair as you calm yourself. You turn your body to hug his, slightly catching him off guard. He immediately relaxes, however, and continues stroking your hair. The two of you lay comfortably until Changbin broke the silence.

“Did you mean it?” he asks, quietly. You note the tone of uncertainty in his words. Your eyes meet his in question.

“Mean what?” you slur, still having a bit of trouble talking.

“Did you mean what you said in the library? Do you really hate me? Was this just a…one time thing?”

You look at him sadly, his expression matching yours. He didn’t want this to be just a one night stand. He genuinely wants to be friends with you. Scratch that, he wants to be even more than that. You nibble on your lips, shaking your head.

“No…I don’t actually hate you…Yeah, you piss me off a lot but…I can’t actually hate you,” you say, moving your hands to cup his face. You could feel Changbin leaning into your touch. “Honestly, I don’t even remember when I started liking you. I guess I only just realized it now when you pushed me onto your bed.”

Changbin moves away from you in shock. “You…like me?” You timidly nod your head, a little embarrassed now. He lets out the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on him and kisses you. This time, this kiss was soft, filled with so much love and unsaid feelings. You giggle into the kiss, holding his face. Changbin pulls away from you and rests his forehead against yours, his eyes twinkling in joy. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that.”

You smile, moving to peck his lips. “I’m sorry,” you tell him, “For everything I said. It was uncalled for and kinda mean. Scratch that, I really was a fucking bitch to you. You didn’t deserve that.”

Changbin hums, rubbing your back. “It’s okay. I’m sorry too. I get why you said all that. I mean, this whole rivalry started ‘cause of me, so this was kinda my fault to begin with.”

“No, it’s not. We both brought this upon ourselves, Bin, so we’re both at fault.”

“I guess…Let’s just start over?”

You contemplate. “I think,” you start cautiously, “It’s better if we don’t.”

“Huh?” Changbin was confused. “What do you mean no?”

“I mean, I don’t really want to forget about our past and pretend our years of bickering never happened. We already fell for each other’s bad qualities, so why should we, you know? There’s nothing for us to hide at this point.”

Changbin had a look of realization on his face, drawing out a long ‘ah’. “I like that,” he laughs. “You’re right. Let’s do that!” He pulls you closer to his broad chest, kissing the top of your head. He hugs your form tighter, as if he was afraid that this was a dream. “Oh yeah, what’re we gonna tell Chan and Jisung when we show up together all lovey-dovey?” he wonders out loud.

“No need to tell us anything!” a voice sounding a lot like Jisung’s calls out from the other side of Changbin’s door. “We’ve been home for 15 minutes now. We heard almost everything! Chill out goddamnit!” You both could hear Chan in the distance, yelling at Jisung for saying that while he goes on about how you two “actually did it, they finally got laid!”.

“Oh my god…” you groan in mortification while Changbin drowns with laughter. You hide your face on Changbin’s chest, feeling it shake from his laughs. “Looks like we got that down!” he jokes. You slap his chest with a whine.

Yup. Today now marks the end of the Seo-L/n war, and damn were you glad it did.

~End~

A/n: hi. if you didn’t know, this is actually a repost yay :) cause after all this time, this fic still hasn’t shown up in the tags cause t*mblr is a little bi-

#stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids fanfic #skz smut #skz imagines #skz scenarios #seo changbin smut #seo changbin imagines #shame cause i was actually proud of this fic 🥲

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vinnival · 3 years

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hehe boie guess who's making surprise appreciation fics for my lovely friends!

this will be for @joylessorbit / @unstabledisgrace :]

Prompt from here <3 (altered slightly to fit Marsh)

"A deep voice sings each night, a haunting song unlike any you've heard at the temporary home where you lived. Each night, you listen and your curiosity builds until one moonless night you seek its origin, finding a MAG Agent, defected from the AAHW, who wishes he had a true friend, like the times before the AAHW stole his old body from him."

There it is again...

Marsh has been couch-hopping for months now, but nothing has ever been as special as this shelter, in a junkyard.

For the past few nights, at around the same time, a deep voice hums a saddening tune. Saddening, yet beautiful. A melancholic song infused with a rhythm that would get stuck in your head easily.

While usually, Marsh would get annoyed and try to eat the suspect because it needs its sleep, this case is different.

This entity gave off... a feeling that everything will be okay. But... in the saddest way possible. As if it were a blind hope that may not come true.

This is the third time Marsh has been wide awake, listening to the sad song, while wondering who and where it's coming from.

There were many hidey-holes there for both big and small people, so it wouldn't be surprised if they were literal yards away from them.

Guess they'll just have to wait it out, maybe they'll show themselves.

...

After the sixth night of hearing the song, Marsh got impatient, his curiosity finally reaching a tipping point.

It kept quiet as it crept out of its sleeping spot, stepping carefully past crunchy dead leaves, and heading towards the haunting melody.

Looking around quietly, it didn't take long until he spotted the source finally. Miraculously, too, as he only caught sight of the glint of the beings glasses.

...the very large glasses that fitted an even larger body, that is.

Marsh studied the MAG Agent in awe, wondering what such a thing was doing out here in the old junkyards- so far away from the AAHW.

The agent seemed to spot the tiny thing, immediately ceasing its song, replacing it with territorial growls.

They got the idea, and put their hands up, as if to say "Don't harm me I'm just a lil guy!"

"HI! Sorey to bother you, but I've been hearing your songs for the past few nights and I... Well, I got curious...!"

The growling continued until Marsh began backing away, bowing its head. Their panda ears flopped forward with respect, somehow.

A curious "hmm?" was heard before some rustling caused Marsh to look up at the giant.

It was slowly crawling out of the hole, its full body finally being visible. It's not the biggest MAG Marsh has seen, but it was a decent size.

Bolts, spikes, and nails protuded from his face in various directions. He wore a rather clean suit, especially for where he was just sitting. And of course, the glasses that tied it all together.

The Agent neared Marsh, who only blinked.

Then, they smiled in greeting.

"Hello there, d'ya got a name?"

The MAG's brow furrowed, as if deeply concentrating. It's hands nervously reached up to its neck, pointing to it. A low rumble was heard from him.

After taking a closer look, Marsh understood. They couldn't talk! Nails surrounded his neck- it probably hurts to talk if anything, poor thing.

"Ahh... Well... I'm Marshmallow, or Marsh, if you wanna know."

They nodded in understanding. Then, their head tilted as an idea popped into their head.

Marsh watched as they took a sweeping glance arojnd their vicinity and- oh!

It's hand seemed to pick up Marsh gently. They laughed, "Who woulda known you guys could be so gentle? 'N so quickly, at that?"

A rumble, much like earlier, seemed to come from him in varying degrees now- he was... laughing!

The same song started up again from the MAG's throat as Marsh was carried around gently.

They closed their eyes and joined along with what it knew from the past few nights.

Then, the song stopped. Causing Marsh to open his eyes to a surprise.

Writing!

On the ground, specifically. They looked up at the MAG to see him scratching his cheek with a dead tree branch (what looked to be one).

Marsh looked back to the ground, and read the word "T OR T UR E" on the ground. It was in very sloppy, yet cute, handwriting. Must not be his dominant hand, huh?

"Your name is... Torture?"

A nod from Torture affirmed the name.

"That's... a very wrong name for someone so nice!"

Another nod, this time with a sadder air. Marsh's eyebrows knitted together with worry, wanting to dispel the bad energy immediately.

"Well, I can call you Tor, if that changes anything? Maybe de-mean ya full name?" Their hand reached out to pat the agent's face for the first time.

Tor stared at the hand, before pressing his cheek to it, a purr erupting from him.

"...Worth it," Marsh whispered with joy.

#grabs you lovingly #madness combat #madness combat fic #its such a blessing being friends with such a talented artist like... i want your artstyle so bad.... i love you <3 #mag agent torture #your personality is just top tier as well #aggressive love <3

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crescentsteel · 4 years

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Just Friends - Part 4

plot: fubu set up with Kuroo as a university student, model fem reader

word count: 5612

A/N: I enjoyed writing this chapter, thus the extra thousand words. Don’t know how I should tag this. Smut, fluff, sexual tension (even though they had sex already?) I don’t really know lol.

Listening to Over and Over Again by Nathan Sykes while writing the rooftop scene.

There’s still 4 chapters in my head. I know its so long already but like I just can’t let go of my original vision haha

Part 3 | Part 5 | m.list

After you finish reviewing your last paper for the semester, you walk to his couch and let yourself fall on it.

“Finally!”

You’re done with the semester. You feel relief, but you also feel the weariness of the past weeks coming down on you. You thought that when you finish all your requirements and exams, the first thing you’re going to do is have sex with Kuroo. Especially since you were at his place already.

“You done with your paper?” he says loudly from his room.

‘Yep!”

You hear his footsteps approaching. He lifts your legs up and places it on his lap as he sits. You ignore him and continue to relax. His fingers start to slowly caress your legs up to your thighs. You know where he’s going with it, and it does feel nice, but not sexually.

You sit up, which gets his attention. He makes his move immediately and is about to kiss you. Before his lips touch yours, you cover them with your hands. He stops with a puzzled look on his face.

“Sorry. I know it’s been a while, but I’m still tired.”

He grips your wrist and puts your hand down. He holds both your shoulders and nuzzles your neck.

“Mmm. I can’t change your mind?”

You laugh weakly and ruffle his usual bed hair.

“Let’s watch something on Netflix. Maybe we can ‘chill’ later.” You give him a lopsided smile which he returns.

“Alright. What do you wanna watch?”

“Romance.”

He frowns at you.

“What? I wanna watch something that does not need my full attention.” You defend yourself.

“Mkay.”

It’s been around an hour since the movie started. Your mind is afloat while you watch. You can’t follow the story, but you like this state of doing nothing and something at the same time. You check on how Kuroo is, only to find him asleep. You’re amused at how this isn’t so surprising. After all, you aren’t the only one who juggled studies. You’re not even sure if he’s done with his own.

You scoot beside him. You’re about to wake him up to tease him about sleeping, but he looks really out of it. You stare at him for a while. You don’t tell it to him because he’s going to rub it in your face, but he really is good-looking. You brush up his bangs that was always blocking his face. You get a full view of his features. You’ve never paid attention to how he looks when sleeping.

Before you know it, you lean closer to him and kiss him on the forehead. After your lips leave his skin, you freeze in horror. What the hell did you just do?!

You’re only friends with benefits. Nothing about that was sexual nor friendly. You know your boundaries. You shouldn’t have done that. You don’t even like Kuroo like that. Right?

You shake your head furiously. No no no. You’re just really tired. Maybe your brain absorbed the romance even though you weren’t fully paying attention to the movie. Yeah. That was it.

You like Kuroo for sex and sex only.

You shake him furiously. He sits up abruptly.

“Huh? What happened?” He’s obviously startled by how you shook him, but his eyes are still a bit disoriented.

You stand up and remove your shirt. Your shorts go next. He puts his arms on his thighs and slouches a bit to look at you more closely. His once-disoriented eyes are now completely focused on you.

You hold his gaze as you strip yourself naked down to your underwear. That was all it took for the air to sizzle with lust. Since you’re at it, might as well make the most out of it. You stride slowly towards him. You give your hips a bit of a sway, lingering minutely in each step you take. You keep your eyes on his, not faltering in any way.

When you reach him, you straddle his lap. His hardness that’s rasping his flimsy boxers instantly lets you know that he enjoyed the show. You cup his face and kiss him right away. You don’t waste any time. You stick your tongue on his mouth as you grind on his hard-on. You want to feel him more. You want it now. You have to harshly remind yourself that this is what you came for.

You take out his member and position it at your entrance.

Kuroo pulls away from the kiss. He holds your hips in place, stopping you.

“Is something wrong, kitten?”

His lust-filled eyes now have a hint of worry in them. Why should it matter if something is wrong? That shouldn’t be an issue. You want to be had. Plain and simple.

Damn it. You don’t like how this is making you feel.

“Nothing. Don’t you want it?” you ask impatiently.

“Hah! Of course I do. But you seem upset.”

You underestimate how he notices almost everything. No way you’re going to let him know what’s going on in your head.

You sigh. You hug him and purr on his ear.

“Tetsu, I badly need you to fuck me right now.”

He grunts. You never use his first name. You don’t use swear words as well. Only now.

That does the trick. You feel him twitch underneath you. You feel his grip tighten on your hips that it almost hurts.

“Oh kitten,” he places an open-mouthed kiss at your shoulder.

“I’m gonna ruin you tonight.” You shiver at how dangerously he said those words.

He pulls your hair, making you look at him again. You shudder at the raw desire completely visible on his face.

He plays with one nipple with his tongue while his right hand gropes the other. His left hand goes to your groin. He traces the warmth of your slit and rubs your clit at the end of his strokes. You grip his shoulders tightly for support. You yelp when he bites the hard bud while inserting two fingers inside you.

Ahh yes. This is what you want, to let both of your carnal hunger for each other take over you. To let it cloud your head and consume you until your mind goes blank.

—

You look for your laptop in the back seat, but it wasn’t there. You’re a hundred percent sure that you did not take it to your unit last night. You were so out of it that you just got inside, laid down, and slept. That could only mean that you left it at his apartment.

You hurriedly take out your phone and dials his number. After three rings, he picks up.

“Hey. Can I go there? I think I left my laptop there.”

“I’m not home, but I do have it with me. I was just about to call if you’re at campus.”

“Actually, yes I am.”

“I’m around the area. I’ll be there in 20 minutes or so.”

“Alright. Thanks!”

You drop the call first.

You find a seat at the benches near the university gate. You’ll just wait for him here so he won’t need to find you.

“Oh hi y.n. Have you submitted our last paper?” It’s Kira, one of your classmates from your Management Theories class. She’s with another classmate of yours, but you don’t remember her name.

You give both of them a frail smile. That was all you could manage.

“Not yet. I’m waiting for someone before I do.”

“You okay y.n.? You don’t look too good. You must’ve stayed up all night for our paper.”

“Hahaha. Yeaaah.”

Blatant lie. You finished your paper early. It was Kuroo that kept you all night. A man of his word he is, he ravaged you senseless. It was only sheer willpower that gave you the strength to drive home at 2am.

In fact, you don’t want to go outside today. Your shoulders are tender. Your hips and legs ache. You feel sore between your thighs. Even walking is a chore You just want to lie down and waste the day away.

You hear your text notification.

“I’m here.”

When you find him, his eyes are already on you. He grins and waves at you. You can see your laptop bag on his hand. You meet him halfway.

“Are you sick?” He puts his hand on your forehead. You swat his hand away.

“No. But my everything hurts.” You speak softly.

“Oya?” You pout and glare at him. He puts up his usual conceited grin.

“You asked for it, kitten.” He inches closer to you and tilts your chin up.

“Remember?”

You feel your face getting warm. You always match his provocations. You don’t back down, but that was when you’re at the confines of his apartment. This is the first time you’re in a public space since you met at the bar. This is your university, your domain. You are very much aware that other students who might know you, are passing by.

You gently push him with one hand.

“Stop it. We’re in public.” You warn him while looking around.

“Alright, alright. Here’s your thing.” He hands you your laptop bag.

“Uhh. Thanks, Kuroo.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“It was Tetsu last night.” You scoff. “That was a one-time thing. You should’ve savored it.”

You freeze when you feel his hand on your cheek. You’re not sure which is warmer, his hand or your face.

“I did savor it.” He pinches it lightly before letting go.

Before you’re able to react, he scurries away with a stupid smile. “Hehe. See ya, y.n” he salutes with two fingers and finally leaves.

You want to be annoyed, but you’re too tired.

“You and your boyfriend look like you came from a magazine. You’re so tall and pretty.” You hear Kira’s voice behind you. You harshly turn around to explain. You wave your hands frantically. “No, no, no. He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Eeehh? But you were so sweet.”

You laugh nervously. “He’s just a friend.”

Kira nods. “You should go home after you submit our paper, y.n. Your face is very red now.”

Damn him.

—

When you passed your paper two weeks ago, that officially ended your semester. Aside from your modeling gigs, you’ve only stayed at home. Kuroo’s been asking if you want to hang out, but you’ve been ignoring him. You needed the rest from juggling sex, work, and studies. You thought that you need to focus on one for now - work. But now you’re getting bored. It’s been two days since your last gig. What should you do today?

An unknown number suddenly pops on your phone.

“Hello y.n.?” It was a familiar calm voice.

“Kenma?”

“Yea. But it’s Kuroo who asked me to call.” You hear fumbling on the other end.

“Oi. Y.n. Why do you answer Kenma’s call but ignore mine, huh?” You sigh. You don’t really want to explain that you need some time away from him.

“Never mind that. I’m at Kenma’s. Wanna play here?”

You perk up. That’s perfect. You don’t have anything to do today. It’s also been a while since you played altogether.

But, you’ve never been over at Kenma’s.

“Is it okay with him?” It might be Kuroo’s idea. You don’t want to impose.

“Kenma! You don’t mind, right?” You hear Kenma but couldn’t make out what he said.

“Yep. He said it was fine. I’ll text you the address.”

You drive to the address he gave you. He said to just enter, so you did. You follow Kuroo’s loud voice to locate them. You open the door where you hear his voice from. Both of them take their eyes away from the screen to see who entered.

“Look who’s back from the dead.” You don’t want to admit it but it was nice to see his usual grin.

“Missed me, Kuroo?” You tease back.

The two-week break did you some good. You’re back to how you are with each other, in your part at least. No weirdness involved.

“Hey Kenma.” you give him a warm smile. He greets back with a curt nod.

“So what’re we playing?” You sit beside Kuroo.

“I wanna race y.n.” Kenma says.

“Ooh. That means you’re in my seat, Kuroo.”

“Fine,” he unwillingly hands you the controller.

You switch places. Kenma goes to his disc collection and looks for the game you’re going to play.

“By the way y.n., aren’t you going to congratulate me?”

“For what?”

Pride shines on his face. “Hehe. I’ve passed all my subjects. I’m officially graduating this semester.”

You gape at him in astonishment. You know he’s a Senior, but you thought he’s going to graduate next semester, not this one.

“Whoa. I- uh.” You don’t know how to react. Should you hug him? Shake his hand? Kiss him?

Wait, what? You shake your head. Kenma’s here. No indecencies allowed.

“But why aren’t you celebrating?” you ask.

“I did already. I was gonna invite you actually, but you weren’t answering my texts,” he says it casually, but his face is serious.

It‘s nice of him to want to invite you to celebrate such a milestone in his life. Maybe you really are actual friends despite being shagmates. Now you feel bad for ignoring him because you felt strange around him lately.

“Um sorry. I didn’t know.” you apologize awkwardly while looking away. Your face lights up when you think of a way to make it up to him.

“Do you want anything in particular as a grad gift?”

“You can ask for that newly released game” Kenma quickly answers from across the room. You laugh when Kuroo makes a face.

“Hey. I’m the one she’s asking.”

Kenma returns to his seat and starts the game.

“Think about it while we play,” you say.

He doesn’t seem to be thinking though. While you’re racing with Kenma, Kuroo keeps on taunting you to beat Kenma. He abandons sitting and moves behind you.

“Left, left. GO LEFT!” With his hands on your shoulders, he nudges your upper body to the left as you swerve through a curve. You two are in sync in movement which adds to your excitement. You go through two nitrous while Kenma slips on a banana.

“Bye Kenmaaaa” you can’t help but egg him on. You’re grinning so hard your cheeks are starting to hurt. You’re almost at the finish line. Finally, you can beat Kenma at something on the first try.

“Haha! Good one, kitten.”

You go rigid. You glance at Kenma to see his reaction. He’s still focused on the game. Hopefully, he didn’t hear. When you return your eyes on the screen, you hit a shell. You slow down while Kenma gets back to being first. You do your best to catch up, but he’s already at the finish line.

“So close.” you groan in frustration. You could’ve won if Kuroo wasn’t such an idiot.

“Heh. My turn.”

“Don’t you need to be somewhere tonight?” Kenma asks Kuroo.

He looks at the time. “It’s way too early,” then he stills for a second before sitting beside you again.

“I know what I want y.n.” His smile tells you upfront that he’s up to something. You ready yourself for what it is.

“Come with me tonight.”

“Where? What for?”

“We have this batch graduation party at a hotel. We’re allowed a +1.”

“Uhh. Why me?”

“Cause you’re pretty.” Kenma says in a nonchalant manner.

“Not just pretty. You’re way hot. My batchmates will be jealous of me nyehahaha.” You just stare at his animated state of idiocy.

“Sorry about him y.n.” When you look at Kenma, he shares the same expression you have.

“Won’t you get bored if I’m there?”

“Nah. I planned to go alone before asking you.”

“Why not ask Kenma?”

“Pass.” Kenma says too quickly.

“That’s why.” Kuroo confirms.

“Don’t you want anything else? I can get you anything.” You try to negotiate something else that you can buy for him.

“That’s too easy for you. And I don’t really need anything.”

You exhale heavily while rubbing your face.

“Okay, sure.” You grumble.

“Yes!” He laughs maniacally.

To be honest, you’re a little uncomfortable about this. You’re sure people will think you’re dating. Ugh. Whatever. Since he asked for it as a gift, you’ll give it to him just this time.

“I’m thirsty. Does anyone want water?” Kuroo suddenly stands up and heads to the kitchen.

“I’m good,” you say while Kenma just shakes his head.

“So,” Kenma spoke as soon as Kuroo left the room. You turn to him.

“Kitten, huh?”

Your whole body tenses up. He heard it! You have no excuse this time. You feign innocence and smile so fake that it’s making you cringe. Kenma’s smarter than you thought. If he pulled this off before Kuroo asked you, you wouldn’t have agreed to it.

Wait. He’s also the one who reminded Kuroo of the event even though it’s still early in the afternoon. Did he do that deliberately because he knew Kuroo’s going to ask you in that instance?

Ugh.

You know that Kuroo is very perceptive, but Kenma’s just on a different level that it’s almost scary.

“I think I’m gonna get some water too.” You make your escape to the kitchen and give Kuroo some verbal beating.

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Maybe he should’ve gone together with you. It’s been thirty minute since he got there. He’s even late, but he still hasn’t heard from you.

He takes out his phone to call you, but his thumb stops when he sees his outgoing calls history. It was mostly your number from the amount of times he’s called you from the past two weeks. They were all missed though. You never answered him.

Admittedly, he was worried when you were ignoring his texts and calls. That’s why you had to use Kenma’s phone to check up on you because he has no idea where you live.

Of course, neither of you is obligated to reply or show up to each other, but he does care more than a fuck buddy should. It wouldn’t hurt for you to take 5 seconds to reply to his texts. What bothered him the most is that maybe he went overboard with the teasing and pissed you off for real.

He’s glad that you seemed normal this afternoon. You were actually nice to have thought of giving him something for graduation. He didn’t think that you would. You even agreed to be his date tonight. He didn’t exactly phrase it that way earlier because you might feel off with the word ‘date’.

Instead of calling you, he sends a text message to know where you are.

Someone puts a hand on his shoulders. “Hey Kuroo. Are you with someone tonight?” It’s Reiji, a batchmate with the same major.

“Hell yeah I am.” The confidence in his voice makes Reiji curious. “Where is she?”

“Running late,” he answers thriftly. Reiji nods his head and looks around. Reiji suddenly stands up straight and shakes his arm violently.

“Someone brought a hottie. Look!” Reiji continues to shake his arm to urge him to look at said hottie. He doesn’t care though. He looks at his phone to see if you’ve replied.

“I swear, Kuroo. She looks like a freaking model.” The word ‘model’ didn’t go unheard. He instantly turns to the direction Reiji was looking.

Reiji is a fucking tool. You aren’t just hot. You look absolutely divine. You’re wearing a crimson dress that hugged your marvelous figure. It goes just above your knees, but there’s a knot on both sides that hitches the dress higher to show just the right amount of skin on your gorgeous thighs. It has flimsy straps that highlight your neck and shoulders.

The only time he saw you with makeup was the night you met, and that was only lipstick. Tonight, a glossy shade of peach is tinted on your lips. You’re wearing eyeliner that’s intricately drawn, giving your eyes that sultry look.

You’re also wearing heels which makes you stand out even more.

The most captivating of all is how you carry yourself. You are not overdressed in any way. The clothes are just right for the hotel setting. It’s the way you walk with finesse while occasionally glancing at corners that makes you look like royalty who’s checking on her subjects.

Others are also staring, but you don’t seem to notice or maybe you don’t mind at all.

Your eyes finally meet his. He suddenly feels nervous. He has all the cockiness, but he can’t muster any right now. You look down for a while and tuck your hair behind your ears. Then you give him a coy smile before you approach him. Ah fuck.

“What the- Did she just smile at you?!” His lips form a lopsided smile as his ego swells up. He pats Reiji twice. “Sorry dude. That hottie is with me.” He puts his hands on his pockets. He raises both eyebrows and gives Reiji a meaningful look before marching to meet you.

He puts a hand on your shoulder when you’re within reach. The stares that were previously on you are now shared between you two.

“You’re late,” he says in a hushed voice.

“Deliberately, of course. Now everyone knows the pretty girl is with you. Be a little thankful.” You respond in the same manner while giving him a pleasant smile for everyone to see.

You really are a sly one. His hand goes to your waist and leads you to his friends. He introduces you as a special friend of his. He gives them vague answers when they ask if you guys are dating. You ride with it. You don’t just nod when there’s a conversation. You actually join in it and keep up with what’s going on.

There’s a time when he had to leave you for a while because a professor from his department asked him about his plans after graduation. He doesn’t prolong the conversation because someone might hog you.

He excuses himself and finds you giggling with his batchmates. He smiles to himself. You really kept your end of the bargain. You aren’t just the hot chick, you also have wits to boot.

He goes back to your side. “Sorry folks, but I’m getting her back.”

“Whaat? Cmon.” He hears more grumbles of disagreement, but he doesn’t care. He wants you to himself now. You smile politely to them and bows your head. “Nice to meet you guys.”

“C’mon.” He guides you out of the hall. “Where are we going?”

“Just follow me.”

He goes in an elevator and presses the highest button.

“I have to say. I didn’t think you’d cooperate this well.”

You sneer at his indirect praise. “I’m an amazing trophy girl, aren’t I?”

He nods approvingly and claps slowly. “Brilliant honestly.”

You punch him playfully on the arm.

The elevator dings and reveals the rooftop. He lets you go first and follows. The floor is amazing. The lights are warm and there’s soft music playing in the background. The clear view of the city lights is the biggest attraction.

“Woooow,” the look of awe palpable on your eyes.

“Cool, right?” He asks, but you don’t answer. You just absorb the view in front of you. The breeze blows your hair gently, showing more of your profile.

“Don’t you want to sit? Your feet must hurt from those shoes.”

You shake your head. “Not really. I’m used to it. I’ve stood and walked in heels for long periods of time.”

“From work?”

“And family. I’m also their trophy girl sometimes.”

He looks for any hint of sadness but you say that as a matter of fact only. On the contrary, you look back at him with warmth in your eyes.

“Congratulations Kuroo.” The smile he sees is like the one he saw when he cooked for you. He’s a bit moved that you are truly happy for his achievement.

“Thank you.” He returns the sincerity.

You both enjoy the silence and the twinkling lights laid before you. The soft music in the background is the only sound audible presently.

“Come here.” He grabs you by your wrist and pulls you close. He puts your arms around his nape.

“What’re you doing?” You struggle a bit from his grip.

“My gift still hasn’t ended, right?” He outsmarts you, yet again. You blink twice and heave.

“You’re really milking this, aren’t you?”

He wraps his arms arounds your waist when you stop resisting. He starts swaying slowly, following the rhythm of the song. He revels in the feeling of your body pressed to him. The natural thing to do would be to whisk you away from here, take you to his place, and bang you wildly. But that’s not what he wants right now. This. This is enough for him for now. Having you this close gives him unspeakable contentment.

He lifts your chin with a finger so you’ll look at him. He returns his arm to your waist once you’ve locked eyes.

“You really look beautiful tonight.” He finally tells you. You’re too gorgeous not to let you know.

You blink twice at him with your mouth a few centimeters apart. The make-up doesn’t hide the subtle pink shade that suddenly glowed on your cheeks. Lovely. He won’t miss this opportunity.

He swiftly dips down just to stop with his lips a few inches from yours. He can feel you completely tensed. The breath you’re holding is apparent.

“Relax, y.n.” His one hand climbs to your back to caress it, ushering you to ease up. When you loosen up, he claims your lips. When you melt in his arms in complete surrender, it’s enthralling. The warmth of your mouth against his is too good for words. He can’t get enough. You open your mouth letting him slip in his tongue. He adores how you reciprocate with the same passion.

Your right hand travels from his nape to his chest. How this is still non-sexual is beyond him. He can kiss you like this all night.

The ring of laughter that echoed in the air breaks the enchanted bubble you two were just in. A group of people enters the floor. You get away from him hastily.

“We should go.” You tell him while avoiding his gaze. You make your way to the elevator without waiting for him. One of the girls who just came in lingers her eyes at your face. You ignore it and get in the elevator. Kuroo goes right after you.

When the elevator closes, you see your reflection. Your lipgloss was smudged all over. No wonder the girl was staring. You hurriedly get a napkin from your purse to wipe it off.

“Can I take my gift home?” You don’t know if it’s you or his voice lacks the regular egotism it has. You still steer clear of looking at him so you can’t see his face.

You still haven’t recovered. No one has kissed you like that. It was agonizingly delicate but ardent. It felt like drowning but floating at the same time. You can still feel your heart pounding at your chest.

You laugh timidly to shake it off. You need to get back to your cheeky self before he notices.

“Sorry, but the gift is getting tired.” You do your best to look normal when you finally face him.

“I’ll drive you home then.” You want to refuse, but it would be weird. You just told him you’re tired. It’d be obvious that you just want to get away from him.

You defeatedly give him your keys.

The ride to your place was spent in silence. You close your eyes to straighten your mind. It was nothing. That was just a regular make out session done in a very romantic setting. It’s probably completely normal for him, so it should be for you too.

“I’ll let you borrow the car so you don’t have to take a cab home.” You interrupt the stillness. “You don’t have to. It’s still early anyways.”

“Consider it a consolation since you can’t take the gift home.” You did it. You said something your usual self would.

“I’d rather take the gift itself, so no.” Damn it. Just when you thought you’ve regained your sass, he instantly shoots it down. You’re almost at your place.

“Holy shit. You live at Roppongi Hills?!” He says out of the blue. Oh right. You’ve never let him drive you home. You didn’t see the need for him to know where you live. You’re also wary of your privacy. You completely forgot about that because of what happened earlier.

“Parking is over there.”

He stops the engine when he finds a spot. You get out of your car immediately.

“Thanks for driving me home. Night.” You greet dryly.

“I want to see your place at least.”

“Buy why?” You whine in frustration. You just want to lie in bed and distract yourself from any thoughts about him.

“Oh y.n. You’ve been keeping me out since day 1. Now that we’re here, can’t you spare this unfortunate man a peek?” He laments dramatically.

His acting is so bad that your laugh echoed at the corners of the parking lot. God, his humor really gets you. You speak when you catch your breath, “A peek it is then, unfortunate man.” Finally, you feel the air between you two clear up.

He follows you when you go inside the building.

“Good evening, maam.” Ths security guard bows as he greets you.

“He’s with me,” referring to Kuroo. “Good evening, sir,” he greets Kuroo as well.

When you’re out of earshot, he says, “Sometimes I forget how ridiculously rich you are. Maybe I should start calling you milady or somethin.”

“Call me ‘Mistress,’ you lowly servant,” you say jokingly.

His eyebrow and the corner of his mouth both shoot up at the same time. “So you’re into that, huh?”

“I was kidding of course!”

“Let me stay and I’d serve you all night, y.n.”

The right response would be to ask him how he plans to serve you exactly. But you panic instead, the thought of even kissing him again makes you nervous like crazy. Crap, you’re really losing it. You pray that you aren’t blushing.

“Tough luck, Kuroo. I just want to lie down and do nothing for the night.” You bring the conversation back to normal before it escalates into something that involves you and him having any intimate contact.

When you get to your unit, you let him in. You keep the door open. You don’t want to be enclosed here with him in it. The last thing you need is him tainting your place. You don’t want to wake up and realize that he’s had his way with you on your own bed.

His eyes survey every corner, looking very impressed at the interior. “Daaamn. My place is shit compared to this.”

You check your phone. Five minutes from now, you’re kicking him out.

“You can get your water in the fridge if you want.” You mentally praise yourself for keeping the conversation light and breezy.

“Left or right?”

You sigh loudly. You make your way to your kitchen. Halfway through, you hear your door creak. Oh no. You hear it thud close.

“Say y.n., what should I do so I can stay here tonight?” Despite the huge space, you feel trapped. His eyes are intensely piercing on you. You gulp to clear the build-up of nerves that blocked your throat.

“Y-You just can’t.” How dare you stutter!

As he takes his steps to cross the distance between you, you grow even more fidgety. You want to step back, run away even. If he pulls off the same stunt on the rooftop earlier, you don’t know if you can hold back the unwanted feelings you’ve been disregarding recently. You’ve been pushing them at the back of your head, telling yourself excuses, and convincing yourself that it’s nothing. And until tonight, you were successful.

You don’t want to have feelings for Kuroo. You won’t be able to handle the complexity of the situation that would arise.

You waver when he gently strokes your cheek.

“Hey,” he says it so gently that your eyes reach for his, pulled in by the magnetism of his voice.

They hold the same mellow tenderness they had while ago. He’s never been like this with you. Only tonight.

Maybe he - no. You shouldn’t delude yourself like that. This can go very bad for you if you make a mistake. You’ll end up falling for someone who enjoys only the sex and company, nothing more. What you’ve been feeling since you left the hotel is fear. You’ve been repressing all these thoughts and they’ve built up to this situation. You are now in a sitch wherein you’re scared that if he makes his move, you’ll be too powerless to stop yourself.

He lowers his head, closing in inch by inch. Too close for comfort. His lips go past yours and lands on your cheek. It’s only a soft peck.

“I really liked your gift,” he says with authenticity, then lets you go.

He heads for the door. Your eyes absent-mindedly trail him as he exits.

“Good night, y.n” He winks and closes your door.

You go to your bed and sit. Your eyes are fixated at the wall while your brain tries to make out what just happened. You stuff your face in a pillow and squeal with frustration. Who are you kidding?

Kiss or no kiss, you fell for him.

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prideymcprideface · 4 years

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Make Me. (Solomon x f!M/C)

Warnings: NSFW!

Word Count: 1417

Lucifer is having Solomon tutor you in all things demon pacts and magic and such - but y’all really wanna fuck hate each other.

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“So, here’s where I’m confused...” You voiced after staring at the same book for the past 5 minutes. “It started on pacts with lesser demons, then greater demons, but I don’t know how we got to a scale of inner magic.”

“Because that’s how pacts work??” Solomon’s frustration was evident in his question. “If you had read it properly you would’ve caught on to that.”

“I read it perfectly fine, thanks.” You scowled and pushed the book away. “I don’t care to know the intricacies of everyone’s auras and mojo.” You waved your hands around sarcastically with your last words. Solomon glared down at you.

“Can you try to take this seriously, M/C? You’re being a brat.”

You smirked. “Do you not enjoy brats, Sol?” You purposely shortened his name, to get under his skin. His jaw clenched noticeably in response to your inquiry. He let out an irritated breath and sat back in his seat looking up to the ceiling.

“Lucifer is going to literally kill me, and most likely you too, if you don’t pass this test tomorrow. So, for the love of everything holy, take this seriously.” Solomon brought his gaze back to yours, exasperation the only emotion written on his face. You lean in, close enough to feel his breath against your lips.

“I know damn well Lucifer’s not gonna hurt me in any way I won’t enjoy.” You lower your voice, “And what makes you think I’d care if he killed you.”

“Shut up.” The sorcerer scolded, his eyes conveyed his clear annoyance with you.

No way, you thought to yourself, This is getting fun.

“Make me.”

As soon as those two words had left your lips Solomon’s grip was tight, almost painful, around your wrist leading you to a secluded corner of the library. He shoved you harshly against the end of an oak bookshelf, both of his hands keeping yours secured at your hips.

“So, it’s gonna be like that, then?” Solomon smirked down at you.

“Like what?” You asked smiling innocently, pushing up onto your toes to get closer to him. You both stared at each others lips for what felt like decades, daring the other to move first. You couldn’t hold back anymore, eagerly you crashed your lips onto his. Without hesitation he kissed you back with just as much force, he let go of your wrists to grab your waist pulling you flush against him. Your now freed hands pulled hungrily at his white locks, deepening the kiss as much as possible.

Solomon positioned his thigh in between your legs, applying pressure to your aching heat. You wanted more, though. You grinded yourself against him, pursuing any added friction you could.

He pulled back from you entirely, a smug look across his features. You frowned at the loss of contact.

“The amount you act like you hate me, (M/C), I can’t believe how badly you want me.” Solomon’s low voice sent a shiver down your spine.

“Who says I want you?”

“Oh?” An invisible force pushed you back up against the shelf. Solomon slowly walked up to you, nuzzling up to your ear. “I could always check.” You felt his hand work its way up your inner thigh, his feather-light touch brought goosebumps to your skin.

Instead of pushing him away you reached between your legs, collecting your juices on your fingers. Without breaking eye contact you slowly suck them off, sure to make a show of reveling in your own taste.

“Just because you happen to be the only man here, Sol,” You smile again as he scowls at the name, “Doesn’t mean I want you. I want your dick.”

Solomon backed away, leaving you magically stuck to the bookshelf. “If it’s not me you want, fine, I know a few spells to help you out, but if at any point you’re begging for me then you do as I say for the rest of the day.”

“Deal.” Solomon chuckled lowly at your confidence. He snapped his fingers.

Suddenly pure lust filled all of your senses. Your breaths became ragged, every inch of your body longed to be touched.

“Fuck.” You breathed out, Solomon wasn’t going to be playing fair.

With another nod of his head your skirt started sliding up revealing your soaked panties. Your blouse opened as well, one button at a time, as an invisible pair of hands were working to undress you.

“Ah!” Your black thong snapped against your skin before sliding to the floor. You could feel your legs being pushed apart and up, Solomon’s magic holding you effortlessly, suspended in air.

Without warning, what felt like a tongue slipped in between your folds teasing your clit.

“Fuck,” The long moan escaped your mouth and your eyes squeezed shut, your body buzzed with pleasure. The circular motions of the magic in between your legs made quick work of bringing you to the edge. You could feel your core tightening about to release.

“You won’t cum.” Your eyes snapped open at Solomon’s words. “I’m gonna keep you here, right on the cusp.” And, as he said, you stayed right on the edge of ecstasy. You trembled in anticipation of the release that would never come.

“Mm, Lucky me,” You panted, you found speech harder than necessary, “This is my, ah, my favorite part.” Lie. But you wouldn’t let Solomon know.

“You never know when to shut up, do you (M/C)?” You felt something slowly fill you up, before pumping in and out of you. More of his magic.

“AHH!” You practically screamed out, you didn’t know it was possible to be pleasured to this extent. With every thrust you moaned out louder and louder. Suddenly everything stopped and you were left slumped against the bookshelf, beyond frustrated. All you wanted was to cum. Your entire body shook with desire. You knew what you had to say.

“Please, Solomon.” You whispered.

“Please what?” Solomon sat on the floor next to you and gently lifted your chin to look him in the eyes. “What do you want, (M/C)?”

“I want you.” Your eyes pleaded with him. “Solomon, please.”

Without another word Solomon undid his pants and let his hardened cock spring free. He swiftly pulled you toward him earning a small yelp from you. With one of your legs over his shoulder he aligned his tip with your entrance. He waited with only his tip inside of you.

“Just put it in already!” You bucked your hips against his grip that held you in place.

“Make me.” Solomon steadily replied.

You threw your other leg around his waist and pulled him into you. You hissed at the speed you were spread open.

“Ah,” Solomon fell forward at the sudden pleasure of your slick walls around him. He steadied himself with a hand on the shelf behind you. You whimpered at the sight of his muscles straining against his uniform. Once he got his bearings again Solomon began thrusting, forcefully connecting his hips with yours, finding a rhythm.

Every drive brought you right back to the edge, the all too familiar tightening began to build. But like before you weren’t getting any farther.

“Not until I’m ready.” Solomon spoke between gritted teeth, picking up his pace. “Cum with me.” You could tell he was close, every thrust was getting sloppier than the last.

“Let me cum,” You moaned out, your walls tightened around his dick, “Please, Solomon, let m-.”

Your moans pushed him over the edge, his head fell back, and you came right along with him. You saw stars as your body convulsed with your orgasm - waves and waves of pleasure shook you to your core. Solomon let out a deep groan, his fingers dug into your hips as you milked him dry.

He fell on top of you kissing up your neck until he reached your ear.

“Shall we get back to our studies then?” You could feel his smirk against your ear. You shoved him off of you, he rolled over laughing.

“And it’s ruined. Nice.” You quip.

“Hm, if I remember correctly you were helplessly begging for yours truly, only moments ago.”

“Oh you thought I was begging? All I did was ask nicely, there was no begging.”

“If you wanted round 2 all you had to do was ask, (M/C).” His lips met yours and you smiled against them.

“Mm-” You pulled back, “If it means I don’t have to study, I’ll go all night.”

#obey me shall we date #OBEY ME #obey me solomon #obey me imagines #obey me fic #obey me short fic #obey me smut

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lumin3xe · 3 years

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“Strawberry shortcake 🍰” Tsukishima Kei x Reader (Fluff)

Letter 💌, hi yes hello! So since i couldn’t finish “I like you so much, you’ll know it” because of my poor motivation i present you this short drabble!! P.S, slightly edited in the first part but the bonus part isn’t haha, tsukki again might be OOC because like- idk how to write Haikyuu characters (I PROMISE IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR-) Also by the time this is uploaded I didn’t write the tsukishima fanfic song fic because I had to do missing assignments so I’m really sorry!! It might come in a few days though! (Also my Valentine event will be coming out soon!)

Warning(s)/Genera: slight yelling, fluff, and angst if you squint lol

Pen/paper: Y/N means 'your name' L/N means 'last name' Blue is Y/N, Yellow is Tsukishima, Pink is waiter, Orange is Hinata.

Y/N L/N and Tsukishima Kei had been dating for a few months and now both were comfortable with handholding and small PDA, though tsukishima was a bit overwhelmed (if you can say that) he was still okay with it but if it was with Y/N, he was definitely okay, he loved them so much that he took them in a date in a small café by there house. It wasn’t a simple study date like the others instead it was an actual date- Tsukishima did want to take them out on a museum but he settled on this idea because it seemed nice and subtle. Both were simply talking about the menu items and what to order and settled on a strawberry shortcake cake, coffee cake, and a espresso con-panna. “You don’t want a drink tsukki?” Tsukishima looked up from his menu paper thing (SJHS IDK WHAT THERE CALLED-) “No it’s fine.” He said a bit blunt. ‘Was he awkward??’ they though as a small ‘uh’ was left from Y/N as they asked him again but Tsukishima reassured that it was fine as the waiter came to there table and asked what they wanted. Both had told the waiter want they wanted as the waiter wrote it down on the small notebook they had as they then nodded saying that there food will come shortly as the two continue to talk a bit more. “How’s practice? Is Hinata and Kageyama still causing you trouble?" Y/N giggled as Tsukishima gave a small sigh “Not really no, but they have been nagging me to help them study more." Another small laugh came from Y/N mouth as tsukishima cheeks were dusted with pink. “Haha you probably should so they stop bothering you" they smiled as tsukishima looked at the small window besides them as he put his chin at the edge of his palm. Looking bored, He then gave out a response “I should but they’re really annoying" "So? you help me study so why not them?" “Because you’re my S/O.” “And there your teammates!” Y/N gave another giggle " Be nice to them" they kept smiling. “I’m already nice enough to them.” “Hmmm...you got a point there at least your nice enough to actually help them study.” They let a small sigh as Tsukishima eyed Y/N the looking at the window again. “Fine, I’ll help them study more even though it’s there fault that all they think about is volleyball.” “Huh nno its fine if you don’t really want too tsukki! I don't wanna make you feel bad for not trying to help more-you already do so much for them!" Y/N tried to reason with Tsukishima even though Y/N kinda insisted. Before Tsukishima could say anything back the waiter had come back with the things that they ordered “Here is your strawberry cake” they set down the strawberry shortcake in front of Tsukishima as they also settled down the coffee cake and the espresso con-panna infront of Y/N. “And your coffee cake and aswell your drink!” The waiter smiled as Both had thanked the waiter as they left soon leaving the two alone. They were quite but soon Y/N was done with eating there desserts, putting the cup on top of the small plate where the coffee cake used to be as they looked at Tsukishima. “Do you want some?” He asked while he grabbed a small part of his strawberry shortcake with the fork. Y/N blushed as they refused it but tsukishima raised his fork to Y/N, offering a bit to them. Y/N eyes wided a bit as they moved closer to eat the cake from his fork. They pulled away as they chewed the food. A small ‘ahh’ was released from Y/N mouth

“ahh tsukki that was really good!" Y/N smiled as tsukishima gave off a small smile aswell.

DUDE I LITERALLY DIDNT KNOW HOW TO END IT SJSBHS I WAS TO FOCUSED ON MY VALENTINES EVENT SJJSNS IM SO SORRY IF THIS DID NOT MAKE SENSE AT ALL 😭😭😭 OkAy so- I hope you enjoyed this mess and my valentine even will come soon! Please remember to drink water and eat some food and to take care of yourself ilysm!! 💖💖

+BONUS

(NOT EDITED, ONLY COLOR CODED)

A few days had passed after Y/N and Tsukishima date and both were in tsukishima house studying for upcoming test that they both had due to them in the same class. Suddenly music from Y/N phone had stopped as there ringer was on, meaning someone was calling Y/N.

Y/N picked up there phone as Tsukishima attention was now on Y/N

“Hello?”

“Y/N Y/N!! I PASSED THE TEST-"

Tsukishima already knew who that voice belonged too.

“What test? I thought 1-4 and 1-5 classes don't have there testes next week?"

“NONO THE 1-3 CLASSES HAD THERES YESTERDAY!"

“OhhHhh!! Hinata I’m so happy for you! Did you actually study this time?"

Tsukishima already knew what Hinata was gonna say next so he just simply looked at his textbook.

“TSUKISHIMA-SAN ACTUALLY HELPED MORE THIS- OH YEAH TELL HIM I SAID 'THANK YOU' FROM ME!"

Y/N was a bit confused at what he said but they continue the conversation

“Oh- Haha yeah I willl!”

“HEHE I GOTTA GO NOW Y/N SAN THANK YOU-"

“Hehe yeah I’ll talk to you later Hinata bye!"

“BYE!!”

After Hinata hanged up the call Y/N quickly looked over to tsukishima as again he was staring at his textbook.

“Tsukki awww your so sweet!!”

“I didn’t even do anything.” His cheeks were pink.

“Tsukki come on you know what I’m talking about!"

“I don’t.”

“Come on let’s go cuddle now!”

“No we’re studying Y/N.”

“Now we’re not!”

“Y/N what no-“

"Y/N?"

...

“Y/N STOP NO-“

Giggles and laughs we’re now heard in the room.

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vanillann · 4 years

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the story of last october (peter parker x reader)

ahh thank you for the peter parker request, i love writing for him!!

word count: 2.0k

october 1st, current day

“Happy October First!”

I jumped from where I stood looking for my books, turning around to find an overly excited Peter Parker standing behind me with his goofy smile.

“Don’t scare me like that Parker,” I lightly punched his shoulder, smiling at him while I turned back to look through my locker. I saw him lean against the locker beside mine, feeling him tug on the end of my sweater lightly.

“Sorry just excited it’s October,” he spoke softly, his eyes watching me burn into the side of my head.

“Why? I thought you were more of a Christmas guy?” I pulled my Physics book that I had been searching for from my locker, pleased as I stuffed it in my already heavy bag.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love Christmas-” without a word he took my bag from my hand, throwing it over his shoulder with ease and I was pleased with his spider skills for I didn’t want to carry that all the way to Peter apartment.

“-but October has a special place in my heart.”

I smiled, following him out the door of Midtown as the crisp air fanned over my face.

“Why is that Parker?”

“Because we fell in love in October,” he shrugged, his smile breathtaking as he took the steps down the front of the school two at a time.

I smiled to myself, letting the chaos of Peter asking me out last October flood my senses.

october 25th, last year

“Did you hear Flash is throwing a Halloween party tonight?”

I nodded as Ned spoke, completely zoned out by the giant C scribble on-top my Computer Science paper.

“Yeah I had that weird invitation stuff in my locker,” MJ voice spoke this time but I was too into my paper that I couldn’t pay attention to what anyone was saying barely.

“Well maybe we should go, I have this awesome costume I wanna show off,” I think Ned spoke again, at least the verbiage sounded like Ned.

We finally all pushed through the doors of the school as we made our way to a pizza shop we normally all sat at after school for some time to ourselves. I felt two hands grab my shoulders, helping down the stairs as my eyes were trained on the paper.

“You know, a C isn’t the end of the world,” Peter whispered. It was too close to my ear for me not to get butterflies.

“Say you,” I spoke mostly to myself, still upset over the C no matter how close Peter was to me at the moment.

“Yes, says me,” I watched the paper vanish from my hands, my mouth falling open as I turned to Peter and reached for it. He was quick. dodging my hands as I jumped for it.

“Peter!”

I felt like a little kid begging for a toy, pouting as I jumped for the paper but he easily moved it again, causing my chest to collide with his own.

“Nope, you need to stop freaking out over a C.”

I let a breath out, looking up to a red-cheeked Peter before turning around and catching up with MJ and Ned.

“I can’t stand you, Parker,” I muttered as he jogged to my side, a little smile as he shoved the paper in his book bag.

“Anyways, you both are coming to the party?” Ned skipped slightly, giving those puppy eyes that nobody could say no to.

“Sure,” Peter shrugged, unbothered by the thought.

“I don’t know, I probably need to-”

“If you say study I’ll drag you from your window to this party.”

“Jokes on you, I live on the 10th floor,” I smiled, doing a quick jog to grab the door of the pizza shop for the rest of the group. I waited to see if he’d slip up, tell me something I already knew but he didn’t.

“Trust me, I’ll still do it,” he walked through the door, taking a seat at a random table as MJ and Ned talked to each other about something that made Ned giggle.

“You both fight like you're in a five-year relationship,” MJ commented as I joined the group at the booth. I closed my eyes out of embarrassment, sacred I might be blowing my cover right now.

“(Y/N), you’re coming to the party?”

I looked to Peter who played with his fingers while his eyes were trained on the red glossy table of the pizza shop.

“Fine, I’ll go.”

The day felt as if it faded away as I placed the old cowboy hat on my head and began my subway ride to Flash house. The old costume was a group costume between Peter, Ned, and I last year but I didn’t care if I’d worn it before.

I was gonna go for five minutes, maybe ten, and head home to study for Computer Science. I regretted even coming when I was the crazy lights flashing outside the house. I could hear the music loud and I felt the headache forming already.

“I can’t stand you, Parker,” I spoke into the air, pushing open the door to the party. Thankful Flash wasn’t at the door so I didn’t have to deal with that first thing.

“(Y/N),” I turned at the call of my name, MJ standing not far from the door giving me a light smile. She wore a white shirt that read “Error 404″ and a pair of her everyday jeans.

“Well isn’t this last minute,” I smiled as I joined her side, looking into her red cup to see a clear liquid.

“Eh, I think it’s kinda funny,” MJ shrugged, smiling at me before her eyes drifted to the door that I had just walked in. His shoulder crashed into mine, her finger-pointing. I stopped picking around the grapes on the table to see whatever she was pointing at.

I looked, my jaw hung open as I looked at Peter and Ned's costume. Ned wore an almost exact replica of Spider-Man suit, a proud smile on his face as he made it over to us. I wondered if Ned knew of Peter's little secret but I didn’t let the thought consume me as I took in Peter. Peter on the other hand wore the cowboy costume for last year, his jaw hung open as he looked me up and down in the same costume.

“You read my mind Parker,” I laughed as he made his way over to me, smiling at me with his arm held out for me.

“I thought you were more creative than this.”

I chucked, giving him a tight hug as he wrapped his arms around my back.

“Oh god, I didn’t know you were both together.”

I slightly drew back from Peter, looking at Flash who was pointing at Peter and I with a crazy smile. Peter and I both frown, opening our mouth to speak but it was too late.

“Hey everybody, Parker dating (L/N)!”

His voice echoed off the walls of the large house, I was shocked his voice could be so much louder than the music but it managed to get over half the people's eyes on us. I felt myself drawback more, suddenly insecure of everyone watching Peter and I.

“Flash, no-”

“You have a couple costume and everything,” he walked closer to me and tapped the hat that sat on my head with a little “yeehaw” falling from his lips.

“Flash- '' Peter was cut off by Flash shushing him, giving a little smile before patting his shoulder and leaving to join the rest of the party. I felt my jaw drop, looking over my shoulder at Ned and MJ who found this whole thing funny.

“I- we aren’t-”

I was so glad for the flashing light so Peter couldn’t see my embarrassed face as clear as I looked around the party.

I looked at him wide-eyed, hoping this was a prank or he would say something that would make this less embarrassing. He only shrugged, looking around the party before his lips were beside my ear whispering.

“I think everyone has already forgotten.”

I nodded, praying he was right as I joined MJ side and went back to before.

I didn’t pray hard enough, the entire night people walked up to Peter and gave us thumbs-ups and “I didn’t know”. The guy who asked me out last week even came up and apologized for not knowing, which caused Peter to drag me off another direction. Eventually, an hour had passed and I felt my eyes slowly grow tired.

“Guys, I’m heading home,” I waved to each member of our group, Ned pushing Peter in my direction as he ran to my side.

“Can I walk you home?”

I shrugged, heading for the front door as Peter kept pace with me easily.

“Sorry about back there,” Peter spoke at a lower volume once we made it out of the chaos of the party.

“Not your fault, Flash doesn’t like to listen.”

I tried to ignore the little heartbreak I felt as he apologized for fake being with me when it wasn’t even either of our doing.

“Yeah but, I don’t I guess I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

I frown, stopping my walk down the driveway to turn to Peter. I felt my eyebrows draw together, looking to the boy who made a wide-eyed look at me.

“Uncomfortable? Why would I be uncomfortable?”

“Well you know, at the thought of dating me,” I watched as he spoke the words so easily like it wasn’t the craziest thing in the world.

“You think that would make me uncomfortable?”

“I mean, yeah.”

Normally I would be adoring his accent but I simply brush off the thought, completely absorbed in proving him wrong.

“Peter, that thought has never made me uncomfortable.”

This time his eyebrows were drawing together as my hand slowly made its way to cover my mouth.

“You’ve thought about it before?”

Would making a run for it be appropriate right now?

“I know you’re Spider-Man!”

Whatever was appropriate at this time definitely wasn’t that.

“W-what?”

“I know you’re Spider-Man,” I spoke much quieter this time, careful of listening ears.

“H-how do you know? Did Ned tell you?”

I suddenly felt my hand drop, looking at Peter who now covered his own mouth.

“You told Ned and not me?”

Maybe I was being overdramatic but I felt my heart hurt slightly because Peter, Ned, and I told each other everything yet he couldn’t tell me the biggest secret of his life.

“I- he walked in when I was in my suit. I shouldn’t have even told me but he saw,” his hands were going crazy as he spoke, his eyes wide as ever as he tried to save himself from the hole he was digging.

“You kept the biggest secret from me?”

“Well I wouldn’t say it’s as big as my crush-” he slapped his hand over his mouth, his other hand covering the hand that harshly slapped his skin.

I felt my eyebrows fly to my hairline, shocked at the new information. Peter Parker had a crush and a super-suit and told me about neither.

“No offenses but that definitely isn’t bigger.”

“It is when it’s you (Y/N),” Peter's words were muffled but still clear enough to understand as he spoke between his fingers. For what felt to be the millionth time that night I was in shock over something to do with Peter Parker.

“You like me back?”

I couldn’t even care at the moment when his hands slowly fell from his mouth, his jaw slack as he stared at me.

“Back?”

Without another word I rushed to meet his lips, my hand finding the back of his neck as I pulled him close as I could. My other hand traced over his chest, his heartbeat under my fingertips as his hands both cupped my cheeks.

october 1st, current day

“Sweets?”

I snapped out my daydream, smiling as Peter grabbed my hand and pulled me down the steps of the school, where the story first began.

“Hey, Parker?”

“Yes?”

“Happy October 1st.”

#peter parker x y/n #peter parker x reader #peter parker #marvel x reader #marvel

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hallowed-be-thy-username · 4 years

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First I wanted to say that I binge read a lot of your fics and I love all of them! Thx for sharing your amazing work with us 💜 I wondered if I may request a fic with J and a reader who's insecure about her body because she's a little bit chubby (really only a little bit). But she was mocked in her past, and now she hardly wants to show anything of her body, e.g. even in summer she never wears shorts etc. Fluff would be great 💚 Feel free to ignore my request if you don't like writing about it.

Hello, anon!! I’m back with your fic! Thank you so much again for your request 🥺💕 I hope you see it and I really hope its what you were looking for! It’s a very fluffy comfort fic with a very soft version of J. A girl needs some comfort sometimes!

Self-insert, Ledger Joker x fem reader, comfort, fluff, fluff fluff

Word count: 2, 574 🙈

Warnings: body issues/low self-esteem, anxiety, triggers involving removing clothes, not quite NSFW but clothing is taken off

Heat

Sweat beaded on your forehead as you reached to turn on the fan by your window. The artificial breeze did little to relieve your discomfort brought on by the sweltering heat wave blanketing Gotham.

Summer decided it wasn’t finished yet and the temperature suddenly soared this late September evening with no sign of cooling down, even with the setting of the harsh sun. You hated the summer. Sweaty clothing sticking to your skin, the humidity in the air making you feel sluggish. Everyone walked around in shorts and tank tops, soaking up the sun’s rays at parks and on patios, or cooling off in the waves at the shore, comfortable showing their skin. You weren’t.

This time of year was hard for you. You didn’t want to show your body. Long pants and shirts with enough fabric to conceal your torso, thats all you wore, even when you were by yourself. People would see you walking around in jeans and a zip-up hoodie in ninety degree weather and look at you like something was wrong with you. There wasn’t anything wrong with you, well not in that way. You’d been mocked for your appearance so much during your life, especially when you were young, that if you spent too long in front of a mirror you’d find plenty of things. You’d look at your reflection and lament about the little extra weight you carry, your smaller bust, this crease, that stretch mark. People are cruel. People are shallow. If you don’t have a body that meets their standards, they’re sure to tell you.

Part of what attracted you to Joker was the fact that he couldn’t care less about what anyone thinks of him. His clothes were loud, his face was one that no one can ignore, his presence commanded attention. He basked in it, reveled in having eyes on him, but had no interest in their opinion. As long as he made a lasting impression, he was happy. Of course he knew that he would, no one forgot him.

You certainly didn’t. You saw his face and were instantly mesmerized. His eyes drew yours in and held them there with an invisible force. Of all places to find yourself, it had to be at Gotham National Bank that morning. Everything happened so fast. Fear turned into fascination and fascination turned into an unlikely new job for you. When he didn’t scare you away, curiosity flashed on his face. You couldn’t look away. He let you go on one condition, you worked for him now. You were his eyes and ears, a little birdie, listening for rumors and word of mouth from around the city. He found your inconspicuousness useful.

You managed to keep your feelings secret for awhile now. You couldn’t help your attraction to him, he was so enigmatic and charming. His charm was undoubtedly a tool he used for manipulation but with you, it felt different. He didn’t try to scare you. He towered over your shorter stature but you liked it, when he stood over you he was all you could see. He started calling you names like “doll face” and “kitten”, even “my little bird”, making your heart flutter every time he said them. You never saw him interact with anyone in a romantic way, but you had a feeling the ability was there, hiding. There was a softness in his hands that you could see. He always said his scars scared people, not you though. You wanted to run your fingertips over them, kiss them, love them. You felt this emptiness, a lack of intimacy, that you wanted him to fill.

But you couldn’t do anything. You didn’t feel like you were good enough for him. He’s the Joker, how could you be good enough for him?

You apartment door swung open and you jumped from your chair, scrambling to your feet.

“Jump-y little bird, aren’t ya?” Joker chuckled.

Your widened eyes narrowed at him before sighing and flopping back into your seat. “Well someone suddenly bursting into my apartment is a little startling, yeah.”

Joker grinned and giggled again, he always seemed to have fun getting you riled up so you’d be snarky with him. “Ahh what’s got your knickers in a knot, hm?”

“Its… its just so hot out,” you answered, your face darkening at his mention of your underwear.

It was so hot out he was without his trademark purple trench and suit jacket, even his vest and tie were missing. The sleeves of his hexagon shirt were rolled up so you couldn’t stop eyeing his bare forearms. He cocked an eyebrow as his eyes studied your attire. “Uhh it would prob-ably help if your weren’t dressed for a, ah, snow storm, doll.”

You smirked and huffed a giggle at his joke like you always would, trying to hide that the subject of your appearance was already starting to grate at your nerves.

“No! Not a snow storm! I just, um, I like to be comfortable,” you lied with a smile on your face.

But you couldn’t fool him. He saw right through your phony casual demeanor, tilting his head to the side while he stared at you, waiting for you to tell him the truth.

You still tried to change the subject. “S-so, uh, I heard something about Batman today.”

Of course he knew you were lying. He could see the hesitation in your eyes, the way your brow was slightly furrowed, your nervous fingers fidgeting with the loose thread on your shirt.

“Nooo you didn’t,” he said in a deep voice, his tongue flicking over his lip. He continued to wait with his eyes on you, breaking down the façade you were attempting to build in front of you.

You swallowed and stared at him, the forced grin dropping from your face. He wanted to be serious. Alright, you can be serious. You always joked about things but never this. It was too personal.

“You’re gonna make me talk about this?” you asked, your heart now pounding in your throat.

Joker nodded slowly. He didn’t like to be lied to, you knew this, and he wouldn’t let it go until you talked. He stepped closer, his expression like stone while he lowered himself to sit in front of you. Your instincts compelled you to hide yourself even more so you drew yours knees in to your chest. He wasn’t going to back down.

You kept your eyes on his and look a deep breath before looking away, your hands starting to shake. “I… don’t like the way I look. I cover myself with clothes so I don’t have to see, so no one else can see.”

Tears formed behind your eyes, burning with embarrassment. Why did you say that? You’ve never told that to anyone and you just told Joker. Why? Your head started to buzz and your chest tightened. You wished that the floor would open and swallow you up so you wouldn’t have to face his ridicule.

“You care about that?” you heard him ask.

Your heart nearly stopped and your gaze jerked back over to his face. What did he just say?

“Um… what?”

His heavy black eyelids blinked at you and he said, “That’s no way to live your life, my little bird.”

All you could do was blink back, your mouth opening to speak but no words came to mind. You never expected him to say something like that.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do. I wanna see. You’re gonna show me,” he said, completely serious.

Your stomach sank so violently you though you were going to throw up. “What?? No! N-no…” You couldn’t think of anything else to say, this situation was heading in an unexpected direction so fast it was making your head spin.

He reached out and gripped your wrist when you tried to stand up. He’d never touched you before. His hands were rough but also soft. His skin was so warm. You stopped and slowly lifted your eyes to meet his, your rapid breath slowing.

“I won’t force ya, doll, its not like that at all. But… you’ll feel better.”

You stared back into his eyes. They looked different. He looked at you with a sort of reverence, like you were the one that would be granting him the privilege. Something stirred inside you. He was suddenly holding the door open for your relationship to become something more. You’d always wished it so, but now you were nervous. Your pulse was racing again and you tried to come up with something to say. You didn’t think you could do it. What if he didn’t like your body? What if you disgusted him? What if…

“What if I do it too, hm?” he asked.

Your eyes widened and you almost choked as your throat when dry as a bone. You’d… get to see him too? Now you really couldn’t speak.

His eyes took in your expression before he leaned forward and slowly used his hold on your wrist to guide your hand to his chest, where his shirt was buttoned near the top.

“I’ll go first,” he said softly.

Your fingers touched his chest and goosebumps prickled your arms despite the oppressive heat. You stared at your fingertips that now touched him so lightly. You’d never touched him before either. A tingling feeling swirled in your belly and you looked from your hand to his eyes. His eyelids heavy, he silently nodded at you.

Your fingers trembled as your other hand came up to grip the fabric, sliding the button through. It was like you had no control over them as your hands continued to move down each button, his chest steadily rising and falling with his breath. You looked at his skin, small scars littered over his chest as it was slowly revealed to you. Then he slipped his suspenders off of his shoulders to pull his arms out of the shirt, leaving it on the chair behind him. He watched you stare at his naked torso before kicking his shoes off and bending to pull off his socks. Without hesitation, he stood and unbuttoned his pants to let them fall to the floor, stepping out of them to stand in front of you, wearing only a pair of black boxer shorts.

Now the room felt even hotter, your blood rushing to the surface and face flushed from watching him just undress in front of you, like it was no big deal. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, his body like a magnet for them while your heart thumped against your ribs. You felt his gaze on you and you slowly looked up at him.

“Your turn, doll. Are ya ready?”

Your breath quickened and you bit your lip. Maybe he was right. You spent so much effort and went through so much discomfort to hide yourself from people. He made it look so easy. Maybe you would feel better.

You cleared your throat and said quietly, “Can, um… can you– can you do it for me?”

He nodded and put out his hand for you to take. A tingle traveled down your back and he lead you away from the windows to the privacy of your bedroom to sit you down on your bed. He caught you in his gaze once more before gently taking your arms out of your hoodie, his fingertips brushing against the skin on your arms to raise yet another ripple of goosebumps.

You took a sharp inhale when he lightly gripped the bottom of your t-shirt and he stopped. You tried to gain control of your breathing and stared at his hands. Fear tightened your muscles and all of your insecurities came bubbling to the surface. Memories of sports physicals, locker rooms, and swim class, anxiety about having to take your clothes off, flooded your mind. This almost didn’t feel real.

Then Joker let go of your shirt and started running his hands up your arms. It felt… amazing. His touch was light and gentle, comforting. It was so unlike what you’d expect. He was carefully taking in all of the bends and curves, paying attention to your details. You didn’t feel like he was scrutinizing, just appreciating. The urge to feel his hands on more of you made your stomach flutter you took his hands to guide them back to the hem of your shirt. He looked up at you and you nodded slightly.

Slowly, he lifted your shirt until it was over your head. Your eyes were squeezed shut when you felt his fingertips on your collar bone while he coaxed you to lay back. Your eyelids softened but you kept your eyes closed while he took his time tracing it before running his finger down the center of your chest, between your breasts. Your breathing quickened and he slowed down again, taking care to pay attention to how you reacted to where he put his hands. His thumbs grazed your belly when he ran his palms down your sides. You stiffened a bit as he entered an area you were self-conscious about, but you started to relax when he carefully caressed the plush skin from the center outward to follow your curves with his fingers. You sighed when he placed his hands on your shoulders to glide his fingers over your chest then down to your waistband. He gripped the button on your jeans and stopped, waiting until you opened your eyes.

His gaze was tranquil, putting you at ease and giving you a confidence you didn’t know you had. A soft smile tugged at the corners of your mouth and you nodded again before he unbuttoned your pants and gently pulled them down. You tried to keep yourself calm as you watched your legs become uncovered, marks and lines highlighting every area you’ve spent so long deploring, wishing you could change, hiding.

Your thoughts began to revert to their typical self disparagement until Joker laid his hands on your thighs, palms flat, one on each leg. He was knelt over you with your ankles between his knees. He slid his hands down toward your knees, putting light pressure, like a massage. He hadn’t said a word since he started undressing you but it didn’t seem like he needed to. His hands rubbed and kneaded your muscles, fingers traced your shapes, and palms soothed. You even felt cooler. He continued to explore your body, rubbing your calves and your ankles, with nothing but admiration, like he was grated access to appreciate something beautiful. You felt like one of those women in Renaissance paintings, reclined on soft cushions to be venerated by an attentive admirer.

He lifted his fingers from your ankles and sat back for a moment. His eyes scanned down your body while you breathed and he purred in a low voice, “Now you, well you are a sight to behold, doll face.”

A genuine smile stretched across your face and suddenly he moved to bring his face up to yours, his hands propping him over top of you. “Feel better?” he murmured, his lips so close they nearly grazed yours.

“I… I do actually,” you said softly, your hands coming up to grip his shoulders while your heart raced.

“Good.”

His lips took hold of yours to pull you into a deep kiss, wrapping you in a different kind of heat.

#heath ledger joker #ledger!joker #the dark knight #soft!joker #joker fanfiction #joker x you #ledger joker x reader #anon request #tw anxiety #tw body negativity #tw low self esteem

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ghostlydahlia · 3 years

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not that anyone asked but here's why finally free is my favorite performance/song

this is going to be a long one so buckle up

(sorry if this is disorganized or if some parts don’t make sense i have a lot of thoughts about this)

((these are my ideas/interpretations and opinions, so like it’s fine if you disagree))

maybe this is obvious but for me, finally free talks about coming back to life and being released from whatever trapped you for so long and in this moment in the story, the boys and julie can relate directly to this. for the boys, they’ve been gone for 25 years dying literally right before all of their dreams were about to come true (which makes my heart break every time i think about but i don’t have time to go into that right now). and here they are doing what they love with the people that they love being “freed” from their death and whatever kept them in the dark room for so long.

for julie though, she hasn’t sang in over a year after losing her mom. not only was her mom someone that julie has so many other loving memories with, but her mother was probably the person that introduced her to music, the person that taught her how to play, the person who she would write songs and share ideas with with, the person who julie would sing at the top of her lungs with, the person that gave her the passion to play. julie’s mother has everything to do with music and with wake up, julie kind of accepts what happened and it lets her know that it’s going to be okay for her at some point; which is why finally free makes my heart burst. (i also love the lyrical connection between wake up and finally free that this gif set points out but anyways) julie found the courage to play again and here she is “freed” from her grief and pain from her mother’s death (i know all of those feelings didn’t disappear for good bc those are extremely heavy emotions but still) and looks so happy to be doing what she loves after being held down for so long. ahhhh her growth is so amazing to watch

onto my next point, i feel that finally free is when they clicked as a band. not that they weren’t great together during bright or flying solo, (because they were amazing as a band those times too) but here when you look at them, it feels like they’ve been playing together for a while even though its been like two weeks at most. i think this is because they look like they’re in their own worlds but in a way that’s still one (i don’t know if that even makes sense but stick with me). first off, we have julie absolutely killing it and owning the stage like a total boss. you can just feel the music in her and the love she has for performing. she probably missed the rush of excitement and the energy from the crowd when performing after a year of not singing, and here you can just see she’s loving every second of it. luke obviously lives for music and is having the time of his life just like every other time he performs. he interacts with alex, reggie, and a lot with julie on stage but he feeds off of the electricity from the crowd and lets their energy drive his performance. reggie like always is connected to the music. from the way he jumps around stage and bounces when he sings, he treats his bass as an extension of himself and soaks up the energy from his bandmates. alex is in his element and does not give a crap about what is happening anywhere else. he feels so relaxed and is in the moment enjoying himself, watching his bandmates letting themselves get lost in the music. even though they kind of have their own things going on, the passion that all four of them have brings them together and you can feel how comfortable they are performing with each other. and maybe this is bc i’m taking a film studies course right now and i’m reading too much into things even though i don’t know shit, but i think that the angles used play a big part of that feeling. here we get a lot of shots closer to their faces from a bit of a lower angle and i think that some of the cameras are handheld (i really don’t know if that’s what it is but the shots are just shakier i guess). i’m sure that most of the other songs have these types of shots but i feel that now or never and finally free are performances with a lot of these shots. it just feels so much more immersive for the viewer and personal for the character on screen when you can feel the love they have for the music up close.

anyways, now here are random things from the song that add years to my life:

oH mY gOsH madison’s voice man. like i don’t even know what to say bc she’s just so amazing and talented and AHHHHHH HER VOICE HAS SO MUCH POWER

REGGIE/JEREMY TAKING THE HIGH PART TWOARDS THE END OF THE SONG FOR JULIE AFTER HER AND LUKE HAVE THEIR *MOMENT*. LIKE AHH IT SOUNDS SO GOOD WHY DOES NO ONE TALK ABOUT IT

luke’s little leg kick when he jumps down from alex’s platform to sing with julie

alex’s whole vibe. he just feels so carefree here

ALL OF THE HARMONIES THAT ALL OF THEM SING. THEIR VOICES JUST WORK SO WELL WITH EACHOTHER

reggie running over to luke to share the mic (gives me life every time man)

julie putting her arms out when she sings “i wanna fly, come alive, watch me shine”. you can see the love she has for music pouring out of her

THE ENDING SHOT OF JULIE JUST EFFORTSLY SINGING INTO THE MIC WHILE HER HAND IS IN THE AIR

the little looks reggie and alex give each other when julie and luke are having their *moment*

luke sliding on the floor in front of the crowd playing his guitar towards the end of the song

reggie jumping down alex’s platform for the backround vocals

the way alex looks at his friends on stage

JULIE’S/MADISON’S SINGING AT THE END. like she killed the whole song but EVERY TIME SHE SINGS HER “YEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHH”s AND “OOOOOHHHOHOH”s IT ADDS FIVE YEARS TO MY LIFE

and i could have put this in my analyzation but i didn’t know where to put it- but the whole thing of “it’s been so long, now we’re finally free” gets me; it takes me back to bright where they say “we will fight to shine together, bright forever” like the four of them found each other and they’re family and they have each other after being ‘trapped’ in their own ways for so long and ahhhhh

#an analyzation no one asked for #but was written anyways #it probably doesn't even make sense but it doesn't matter #thank you for coming to my ted talk #and btw i love all of the other songs but this one makes me so happy man #jatp #julie and the phantoms #finally free #finally free jatp #julie molina #alex mercer #luke patterson #reggie peters #time to analyze #cass over here

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cockasinthebird · 4 years

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Number 11 please!

Hello hello hello!! ✨

11. “If this is a booty call then yes.”

I went with a Modern Day College AU for the sake of texting and, well, booty calls, I hope that’s to your liking!!! Thank you so much for sending one in, I’ve gotten so many and each one of you all hold a special place in my heart! 🤗💕

Just above 3k words! Enjoy~

Fuck fuck fuck.

He groans in exasperation and throws his head back onto the pillow, dark hair spreading, clean and still a slight bit damp from the shower. Every night, to wind down from another stressful day of studying and classes, he goes through an intricate ritual to unwind and calm down, spending close to two hours in the communal bathroom on this floor, using a dozen different skin care products and hair masks. It makes him feel better about himself, makes him feel pretty despite only being able to sleep for about four hours every night.

But sometimes it isn’t quite enough to make him relax.

Stress, anxiety, parental pressure, all of it is keeping him awake and it’s definitely going to have him grow gray hair and wrinkles all too early. Not that he wouldn’t absolutely rock the shit out of silver hair, but he likes his brown hair, thick and deep in its color, although Billy has been talking about how good highlights would look.

Hmmm Billy

Billy Billy Billy

Now there’s someone that doesn’t cause him any grief, if you look past the few fist fights they’ve been in in the past, at the start of the semester, and the occasional teasing.

Steve thinks some more about Billy, the gorgeous, handsome lit major, moved here from California, skin kissed and beloved by the sun, body hard and firm with sculpted biceps and rippling abs.

He chews a bit on his lower lip as he looks to his phone, peeking out from underneath his pillow, daring him to just text him. Billy’s only two floors up. And Steve’s been spending the last half hour fingering himself and jerking off, craving that sweet, delicious relief, but all he’s gotten so far is a half chub and exhausted fingers.

The more he thinks about it, the better of an idea it seems, so he wipes his fingers clean of lube and grabs his phone.

Bambi: U up 💕

Despite it being 1am, the response is near immediate.

👑💘🌹: If this is a booty call then yes

👑💘🌹: 🍆👌💦

And Steve feels heat rush to his gut immediately, proving way more effective than his own touch - way to be biased, body.

Bambi: Tommy’s spending the night w/ Carol

👑💘🌹: 👍👍👍

He smiles wide with a clear blush to his cheeks and shies away, covering his face with a hand. So maybe he’s got a crush, but who cares! He can handle it, it’s fine, Billy’s not the “relationship type,” as he explained before their first time together, and it is fine.

Quickly he throws the phone back onto the mattress, jumps up and starts shoving dirty laundry under his bed, papers and books get crammed into the drawers of his desk, and he just barely manages to check his hair in a mirror before there’s a gentle knocking.

Billy must have hurried down here, and just so, Steve rushes to open the door to his dorm room.

“Did anyone see you?” he quietly asks Billy through the slightly ajar opening.

“If they did, I doubt they’d tell anyone; wouldn’t wanna get caught sneaking around past midnight.”

And Billy doesn’t wait for Steve to invite him in before pushing through. He looks around the dimly lit room, taking in all the barrenness of dorm life - it being nothing like they show in the movies or on instagram.

“Looks the same as last; you ever gonna put up poste-” he goes mum as he turns to Steve, now realising that he’s naked and hard.

The devil is in his grin, and it makes Steve’s soul ache, cock twitch, as he looks back with heavy eyes, dark with lust, grabbing Billy by the collar of his tee to pull him into a deep and desirous kiss, tongues out to taste, hands slipping down his pale back to squeeze his exposed ass, eliciting an erotic, “A-ahh.”

“You’re so eager, huh pretty boy?” Billy drawls all sensuous as he gropes Steve, bringing their hips flush together, fingers inching between cheeks, closer and closer and-

He leans away, staring at Steve with his mouth slightly open, watching him as he presses one finger all the way in.

“Fuck,” Steve gasps loudly.

Billy’s slack jaw tenses to a grin, and he chuckles as he licks across his teeth. He doesn’t pause, keeps pumping his finger in and out, and Steve can feel how Billy’s cock grows hard against his own leaking prick, caught between them.

“Hmmm been thinking ‘bout me, babe?” Billy hums in the most mischievous way, drives the finger as deep as he can go and wiggles it around.

Steve squirms, rutting his hips against Billy, moaning all too loud with just one finger and some friction against his impatient dick. He tries to kiss Billy, have his lips muffle him, keep him quiet, but the blonde just dodges out of the way with a shitty smile.

But when Billy presses a second, thick, rough finger in, it becomes impossible to not pant and cry like he always does, making him weak in the knees, like pudding in Billy’s hands.

“I love how easy it is with you,” Billy growls and moves down Steve’s neck, sucking and biting and licking, marking him with gorgeous purple hickeys. “Already so wet and stretched out perfect for my big cock.”

Steve wants to retort, say something of equal vulgarity, tell him just how bad he needs Billy to fuck him blind, shove his head into the pillow and pound into his ass. But all he can do is push onto those two fingers, whimper breathlessly against Billy’s lips, and clutch his hands in the fabric of his shirt.

“Gotta keep quiet, baby, can’t have you waking up the whole campus. Think you can do that for me?”

He nods, profusely, and stumbles through his words, “Yes, yes, I’ll shut up, please just… I-I need to relieve some goddamn stress.”

Billy’s self-satisfied smirk cracks open a little to show teeth as he chuckles, a low and dark rumble that Steve feels beneath his palms. “I can help you with that.”

And Billy kisses him again, licks into the sweetness of Steve’s mouth, swallowing every little whimper that comes whenever those digits curl, fully inside of Steve’s ass. When he pulls them out he leaves behind an aching emptiness; Steve feeling so needy he’s actually a slight bit uncomfortable in the absence of being filled and stretched.

“Go sit on the bed,” Billy demands, smirking with lidded eyes, gazing at Steve with such promises, he can’t help but melt a bit.

Steve doesn’t hesitate before sitting down on his bed; it’s a small and wooden frame, big enough for one person, two if they’re on their sides or on top of one another. All kinds of things are possible even with limited space, as these two have discovered through the last half year.

Billy lifts off his shirt and drops the shorts, exposing his steely, veiny cock, standing to full attention at Steve’s eye height, and he feels his entire body twitch with far too much enthusiasm, mouth running at the sight like a fucking dog and bone. Billy moves closer, spreads his legs and plants them on either side of Steve.

“Wanna suck me off, pretty boy?” it's barely an ask, as Billy brings one hand to drag his fingers through Steve’s hair, the other to angle the tip of his fat dick towards Steve’s lips.

Steve gazes up at him through his lashes, looking almost thankful for the opportunity, and he’s not gonna lie, there is something so enjoyable about having Billy’s cock heavy in his mouth, although he’s not super into swallowing, he’d do it for him.

So he wets his lips, runs his tongue flat and broad against Billy’s blunt head like it’s a goddamn ice cream cone, watches how he bites his lip, staring at how Steve tentatively tastes him before sinking down abruptly, all the way till his nose brushes against Billy’s lower abdomen, his dick hitting the back of Steve’s throat.

“Fuck, Harrington,” Billy groans out and brings a hand against the wall to support himself as he bends forward.

Steve works his tongue, swallows around the head, hollowing his cheeks as he slowly pulls off again till he can suck at the tip, then goes back down, starts bobbing and moaning.

Billy “helps” a bit, catching on to the rhythm and thrusting along to it, testing to see just how deep and fast he can go before Steve would start complaining. Which proves to be quite a bit more than Steve offered up initially; with a fist locked tightly in his hair, he relaxes as much as he can to allow Billy free reigns of fucking into his mouth, sloppy and careless and obscene, spit running down Steve’s chin as he does nothing but enjoy being used by Billy.

Billy Billy Billy

Billy’s scent is incredible, musky and dominant and salty, his sweat tasting all the same, and Steve has started to notice that whenever they’re together, whenever they’re intimate, Billy doesn’t bother with cologne or deodorant or anything that might obscure his smell. Maybe Billy doesn’t care to be all fancy and proper around Steve like he is with the girls or other guys around campus. Maybe he knows it drives Steve wild.

Steve had gotten so lost in the moment, that when Billy pulls all the way out it’s a sudden awakening, and Steve swallows only spit and pre, wipes his mouth and chin with the back of his hand and is left gasping for air like he just ran a marathon.

“Where do you keep your condoms?” Billy sounds just as out of breath, probably having been all too close to cumming already.

Eagerness so apparent when he throws himself onto the bed it’s almost embarrassing, as he dives for the large box underneath his bed. It takes a second of rummaging through dildos and vibrators and lubes to find a condom wrapper, and barely does he get to offer it up before Billy yanks it from his fingers.

He fiddles a bit with the foil, grinning in a way that makes Steve’s skin crawl wonderfully, then asks, “Want me to take you from behind? Fuck you hard into your bed?” each word a lascivious little promise.

“Please…” Steve’s voice quivers with wanton.

Loves getting absolutely railed by Billy, he trusts him explicitly, would let him do anything. Even if Billy doesn’t feel the same way about Steve, Steve can’t get enough of him; hasn’t been able to think of anyone else or even be with someone other than Billy since they started this little affair months ago.

Billy Billy Billy.

He gets on all fours, gathers his legs and bends down to press his face into his pillow, arching his back. Heart beats faster, full erection twitching where it dangles alone, as he feels the mattress dip on either side of his knees when Billy positions himself behind.

“Mmmh, I like it when you say please and beg for it.” With the condom on, he rubs the fat head of his cock against Steve’s clenching entrance, but then slips it between cheeks, swaying his hips back and forth as he teases with too little.

“Please, Billy,” Steve whines, moves his ass closer for more, but a pair of strong hands stills him. “Please please please, Billy, I need you to fuck me so bad, I-I want your cock, please.”

And Billy pulls away. “Well, since you asked so nicely.” Bucks his hips as he shoves his girthy cock all the way in in one fell swoop.

Steve clasps his hand flat over his mouth to keep in the surge of moans that comes from Billy setting a relentless pace, slow but rough, skin slapping together louder than Steve’s own croons and keening.

“Like that?” Billy laughs, nasty and snide, grinning like a wolf staring down at a helpless sheep.

A sheep whose cries gets suppressed by a pillow, as Steve bites into it in his tries to keep quiet, but the way Billy fucks him all brutal and savage feels absolutely incredible, making his eyes roll back.

“God, you take my cock so well, princess,” his growl hot and predatory.

Billy bends forward, grabbing Steve by the neck for support, hand like a vice and pressing him harder into the bed, the other hand on his hip.

“That ok for you?” he asks as if he cares about Steve.

Or maybe that’s just how Steve hears it.

“Y-yes, ahh, fuck!” he says in a hurried tone before biting down on his lip again to keep those kinds of bawdy sounds in.

“Good.” And Billy picks up the speed, thrusts going shallow as he shoves into Steve like both their lives depend on it, making the bed shake and creak beneath their weight.

Each deep plunge more phenomenal than the other, driving straight into his prostate; he won’t last long if Billy keeps this up, waves of the purest arousal drowning out all his other senses, and Steve lets himself get pulled under the current.

“Fuck, baby, love how tight your ass is, arrh, best hole in all of Indiana,” Billy’s voice deep and gravely as he praises Steve with words dipped in honeyed lust. “So eager to suck me dry, all needy and starved for my cock.”

Anyone that has ever had even one conversation with Billy Hargrove will know just how much he loves to listen to himself talk, but Steve can’t blame him, for now there’s nothing more in his world than Billy’s thick erection and sultry voice. Praising him, calling him dear names, groaning and cursing about how fucking good he is. He could listen to it all night; wants to listen to it for the rest of his life.

“Feel so good, princess.”

Billy…

“So nice and warm and soft inside of you.”

Billy…

“Wanna cum inside of you so bad.”

“Billy, I’m-I’m… so close, ah-h-” Steve’s voice a mess in contrast to how cool and collected Billy remains.

“Shh, gotta be quiet,” his tone soft and delicate as he continues to utterly ram into Steve’s sensitive body, pounding like a hammer.

He bends down, snakes his arm around Steve to cover his mouth, and angles him to the side to kiss across his cheek, nibble at his jawline, bite down his neck.

“Show me how good I make you feel, let me watch you ruin your sheets.”

Steve moans out in agreeance into his hand strong and calloused against his lips, then brings his own down to fist at his leaking prick, throbbing and filled and oh so close, he’s toeing the finish line, only a few strokes away from doing as told, wet and slick with pre, seeking to find the same rhythm as Billy fucks into him, like a rabid dog.

His orgasm is sudden, like being shoved into a pool of euphoria, bottomless and filling his lungs.

“God, yes, fuck, just like that,” Billy growls into his ear, burning hot and white, bringing an extra, warm, thick wave of thrill through Steve’s emptying cock.

He jerks quick and uncontrolled as he spills onto his sheets, toes twitching on the edge of cramping up as his body tenses, Billy’s girthy cock still drilling into him, and when Steve is ready to go limp, blissed out and finally relaxed, Billy leans away.

Grabs him by the hips to continue thrusting, bucking, slapping skin together as he pulls out to the tip just to slam right back in, tugging at Steve’s hips till he’s fully buried to the hilt, then once more, twice, thrice, ramming into Steve where jolts of over stimulated pleasure and a burning sensation makes him cry into his pillow.

And Billy digs his nails into soft flesh as he brings them together, crude and deep as he cums, breathless with a stutter, he brings a hand next to Steve’s head for support. It’s short and silent and uneventful, perfected from years of hiding and fucking around; he once told Steve that loves to fuck in all too public places, dangerous and with high chances of getting caught. Said he wanted to bring Steve to some of those places.

Steve’s… kinda hard again. Sore, exhausted, satisfied, sure, but definitely not entirely flaccid.

Billy kisses him down his back, across every bump of his spine that he can reach, rubbing soothingly against where his nails have left marks, then pulls out and gets off the bed. He pulls off the condom and throws it into the trash can, untied and reckless.

“How you doing?” he asks as he gets dressed, back turned to Steve.

Who’s still bent over, legs spread out to steady himself a bit, but nevertheless unmoving, staring at Billy’s gorgeous back muscles.

“I’m… yeah, I’m good,” Steve chuckles with a light heart and a way too satisfied and appreciative smile.

Bluest of eyes glance at him over a shoulder, and after putting on his shirt again, Billy goes to kneel by the bed, where he pushes aside a few locks of hair so that he can properly look Steve in the eyes.

Steve thinks it unfair, that the way Billy touches him gently like this burns more than when he holds him down like he did tonight. He hates how easy he is, how needy he is for pure affection, and he can feel it creep up in red on his cheeks.

“You should probably clean all that up before it dries,” Billy says so nonchalant, like their tender little moment here just doesn’t affect him at all.

And Steve can’t do anything but sigh, hopelessly in love with someone who is, as Billy puts it, “A man of the people.”

“Yeah… it’d be real gross if I slept like this,” Steve huffs and sits back on his heels.

“Just get some tissues to wipe it off then sleep on a towel till you can change your sheets tomorrow,” Billy explains, eyeing the wet stain seeping into the fabric, “It’s what I do.”

Then he stands up again, stretching and scratching his stomach with a tired and pleased groan, before heading for the door.

“See you next time, Harrington.”

#Harringrove #My Writing #Lemon #Mystery Prompt #500 Followers #College AU #Modern Day AU #sergeantjamesrogers

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shotosimp1 · 3 years

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naps

sugawara x GN!reader.

Authors note: helloooo this is my first ever fic so if I did something wrong or its low key cringe don't hate me lmaoo so this fic is basically that you're daichis sibling and you and sugawara are like close friends who love taking naps togather I don't want to spoil anything so I'm going to stop here. ⚠️Important note⚠️: when suga is talking the text colour is purple. And when you're talking its blue :D genre: fluff. warnings: nothing but if there is dont be afraid to tell me! Here is this playlist i made for this fic i hope you like it! :D

being daichi's sibling came with its pros and cons. I cant lie to you he is a good brother but that doesnt mean he isnt protective of you. And no, no boyfriends. But the best thing about being daichis sibling is that you would get to spend time with the one and only crush of yours sugawara koushi. Everything about him just made you happy. He is so caring and sweet you just couldn't halp yourself from falling for him. And because sugawara and daichi met in middle school they were very close. And with that he came over to hang out like at least once a week. You didn't mind as long as daichi let you be around for a bit you just wanted to be around cutie

And with that you and him would chat every now and then Just getting to know each other more. Both of you would talk about your hobbies and interests and life etc. You just found him so interesting you just kept wanting to be around him more and more. And daichi as the good brother he is will try to leave you two alone for a couple of minutes to have a good conversation together and would excuse himself with "oh im going to the bathroom" or " um im going to get a snack" and it works too!!

Finals were close and the boys, daichi suga and asahi came over to study it was their second year and you were a first year student. Suga would help you study and help you understand the things you couldn't and all that jazz. You felt kinda flustered whenever he says "good job!!" And gives that warm smile of his. It was around 1:12 pm and all of you were too focused on your work and didn't remember lunch....Yeah I know unbelievable. "Mmmm god I'm so hungry" "shoot we didn't eat lunch" daichi said looking at the clock "its 2 something pm there is still time for that just go order _______ or something" -"ahh your probably right" asahi said "okay okay should we all go get _______ i mean we should get our mussels movi-" "im not going anywhere im tired" "okay fine what about you asahi?" -daichi- "sure" "and what about you ____?" -asahi- "nahh I would rather stay sorry.." "eh its okay we'll get going yeah?" -daichi- " yeah let's go" -asahi- and boom you two are alone.

"You look kinda sleepy" he said as he chuckled for about. 10 minutes both of you were kinda silent he was laying on his tummy on the sofa while you sat on the floor near the desk you were studying on. "Kinda actually" "oh? Well mabye you should take a nap" "sure.. but uh you look sleepy too" "hm? Oh yeah i am " you both laughed a bit. "Wanna sleep in my room? It would be more comfortable there?" " well what about you?" "My bed is big i will be just finee" seconds after you said that he starts..to grin? "Ooou you wanna sleep with me that bad?" "You're honestly making me regret my choices." "Hey!" "You can sleep on the sofa bye bye!" You said as your going to your room and him of course following you.

"Cute room kinda messy tho" he laughed " can you leave me and my "messy" room alone" "fine fine" he said chuckling. Both of you layed on the bed and him falling asleep almost instantly from how tired he was. It was peaceful sleeping next to him. I mean yes you were blushing at the thought of him being so close to you but it still felt so peaceful and nice. You turned around to face him. It sounds like too much but he looked like an angle. You stared at his features for quit a while.. he's just so nice to look at. "Can't sleep?" "what the hell!? You scared the living shit out of me!" He laughed. He asked you again "can you not sleep?" " yeah actually" you said still mad at him for scaring you like that. He asked if he can come closer and you said yes. He but a hand on the back of your head and gently guiding it to his chest. And with that your head is on your crushes chest. You tried your best to not show how surprised and flustered you were. "Do you feel comfortable? Can i put my hand on your back? it would feel even better" "s-sure I don't mind" he started to rub soothing circles on your back. Seconds after that you fell asleep..in his mf arms ahh.

"Sorry we took so long the line there was kinda long" No response. Both asahi and daichi left the house for about an hour. They looked around the living room to see that no one was there. "Hm that's wierd" -asahi- daichi agreed as he went to check your room to see if your there. "Oh.my.god." asahi heard him and went to see what's up. "Wait aww that's kinda cute" "what! No its not!" Asahi laughed at how angry he was from just seeing his best friend cuddling his younger sibling. "Hey..hey! HEY!!" "Hmm what what do you want cant you see were sleeping here ugh" " yeah i CAN see and get your filthy-" " why are you so mad? Its not like I did something to them I was just helping them sleep" " I mean he has a point..plus I'm sure its just a nap" -asahi- "ugh fine...CAN YOU ATLEAST MOVE YOUR HAND OH MY GOD" "Why are you yelling...?" You said as you got woken up from your brothers yelling "its nothing..get up its time to eat" daichi said as he went downstairs to eat. Asahi mouthed a 'sorry' to both of you and went to fallow him. "Did you sleep well? I hope I didn't make you feel uncomfortable or anything.." "No no!! It.. it was nice thank you" "great!! Let's go downstairs now im starving..." you both laughed as you went downstairs to eat.

From that day whenever the both of you found the chance to nap together you would do it. Suga tired from practice? nap time! Stressed? Nap time! Sad? Nap time! It's like both of you were nap buddies and you loved it. Daichi couldn't really do anything at this point. Don't get me wrong he was SO happy when you actually found someone to hang out with and actually be comfortable around. But he just didn't like the fact that the both of you were so touchy its like you guys were dating. But you always denied him saying "no no he's just a close friend nothing else!!!!" Until...

It was a Saturday night you and suga were in your room watching a barbie film. It was a chill night both of you got snacks and watched the movie in peace. sugawara kept giving you these side eye glances every now and then you noticed them but didn't say anything. It was the last 20 minutes of the movie and he did it again but this time it was a side glance his eyes were fully on you. "What?" He giggled and said nothing. You were confused a bit so you paused the movie and looked at him. "Is there something on my face?" "No..you just look pretty" he smiled. Both of you were eye to eye and very close. His eyes would go from your eyes to your lips as he came even closer. He gently took your hand in his as he said "can i kiss you?" You were in shock your heart was beating as you nodded. It was gentle and sweet you swore you could right a whole essay about how that kiss was the best thing you have ever experienced. "AHM AHM!!!" Both of you pulled away almost instantly as you saw daichi standing in your bedrooms doorstep "listen- its not what it looks like okay??" "Uhuh..koushi have you been dating my sibling behind my back?" "WHAT? no!! I swear-" "come downstairs cuz we have some stuff to discuss here"

You sat there confused but genuinely so happy 'I kissed him..' 'holy shit i actually kissed him!!' your mind was running with thoughts 'wait what if we start dating?' 'Oh my god!!!!' 'Wait what did daichi mean when he said "discuss some things"??' "Hey im back..." he smiled nervously at you "oh hi!" He smiled as he sat down on the bad next to you "um suga" "yes?" "what did my brother 'discuss' with you downstairs?" "You know "don't hurt their feelings!!" And "don't even think about cheating on them!" And he may or may not threatened to kill me if I did" you giggled "all that because of a kiss? Its not like were dating" " ..Well what would you do if I asked you to be my partner right now hm?" "Uhhh!!??!!? I- I dont know mabye say yes or something" he laughed "well then do you want to be my lovey dovey partner?" You giggled a bit as you nodded "tsk, man i kinda wanted to hear you say "yes please please i do!!" Oh well.." "really suga.."

I hope you guys liked it ♡ again this is my first time ever writing fics so I hope its not that bad

#anime #haikyuu!!#haikyuu × reader #haikyuu fluff #sugawara x y/n #sugawara x gn reader #sugawara fic #hq sugawara #hq daichi #hq asahi #fluff #sugawara headcanons #sugawara hcs #sugawara scenario #sugawara imagine #sugawara kōshi #haikyuu senarios #haikyuu angst

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dreamingoftaron · 4 years

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When I’m done with you..

Warnings: smut, rough sex, dom!Eggsy

Pairing: Eggsy x Female!reader

Word count: 2,333

Summary: Eggsy punishes you after interrupting him during a business call..

You sat on the couch cuddled up in your favorite fluffy blanket. JB was in your lap lightly snoring lost in his own little dream world, seeming to have lost interest in the old re-runs of Friends playing on the TV just like you. Eggsy was in his study, he had asked you to stay in the lounge for a little bit while he spoke with Merlin over a video call about an upcoming mission. You knew he was going to tell you what was going on after the call since he trusted you with his life and you already knew about Kingsman, but for the sake of Merlin wanting to keep you out of the mix (and out of danger) you obeyed. So there you sat waiting patiently for Eggsy to return and listening to Ross from the TV scream “WE WERE ON A BREAK” for what felt like the millionth time. You were growing tired of waiting, amongst other things.. all you wanted was for Eggsy to barge into the lounge, pin you to the couch and have his way with you. Your left hand subconsciously played with the tuft of fur on JB’s head when a wicked idea came to your filthy little mind. Without a second thought you slowly and gently lifted JB off your lap and rugged him up in the blanket before quietly sneaking your way down the hall to Eggsy’s study. You slowly edged the door open with your foot causing Eggsy to lift his head and look up at you questioningly, you quickly lifted your index finger to your mouth with a smirk as you quietly sashayed your way to the back of his desk, out of view of Merlin. “Galahad, is everything okay? Is Y/N there?’’ Merlin asked. Eggsy ripped his eyes from you to reply to Merlin, “Nah sorry bruv, thought I saw somethin’, what was you sayin’ again?” He covered for you, He was still unsure of why you were in the room, but he saved your ass anyway, you thought to yourself ‘that’s deserving of a reward’..

You slowly sunk down to your knees and crawled under the desk until you were in between Eggsy’s legs, making sure to put an extra sway in your hips as you went. Suddenly, it clicked in Eggsy’s brain what was about to go down as he watched you spread his legs apart and rest your hands on his thighs, he exhaled with a slight chuckle in defeat and gave you a devilish look that spoke for him ‘you dirty girl..’

You smirked up at him as your hands made their way to Eggsy’s crotch, one hand unhooking his belt while the other palmed him through the fabric of his pants, He bit his lip watching you in anticipation as you slowly pulled his hardening member from the constraints of its polyester prison. “Eggsy, are you getting any of this?” Merlin questioned suspiciously. Eggsy once again ripped his gaze from you “Yeah uh- sorry bruv, just tired”. “… Right�� Merlin continued. You held in a giggle as you looked up at him with a smirk pointing upwards to the laptop and mouthing with your lips “pay attention.” He exhaled deeply and focused his attention to Merlin to the best of his abilities. This was going to destroy him and he knew it. You took Eggsy’s now fully erect and impressive member into your hand and pumped him a few times before licking a long and painfully slow line up his shaft. Eggsy’s breath hitched in his throat as he glanced at you but continued answering Merlin’s questions. Oh, this is nothing Unwin.. you thought to yourself as you took the tip of his member into your mouth and began circling your tongue the way you knew drove him crazy. Eggsy snuck his hand under the desk and placed it at the base of your head, urging you to continue, you smirked and let out a barely audible moan onto his cock, sending the most delicious vibrations through his body. Eggsy leant further back in his chair and adjusted his glasses trying his hardest to take in what Merlin was saying. “Galahad! What is going on with you tonight?” Merlin questioned, “You know what mate? I’m gonna have to call you back” Eggsy replied before slamming the laptop closed and pulling you up to his face, his heavy breathing ghosting against your lips. “What’re you plating at, Delicious?’’ he asked as he looked deep into your eyes, his gaze filled with lust and desire. “You looked like you needed a break, Galahad.” You replied smirking innocently up at him through your eyelashes. Eggsy exhaled heavily with a chuckle turning his head to the side before facing you again, looking you up and down. “What am I gonna do with you?” He teased. “You could give me what I want” you tempted, Eggsy smirked and brought his lips to your ear, breathing you in before he said low and sensually “Not until I punish you.” With that Eggsy lifted you to your feet with him, grabbing your hips harshly and shoving you against the desk roughly pushing his lips into your own. You moaned into the kiss and let your hands find their way to his hair as Eggsy’s hips pushed you further against the desk, knocking things off. “Don’t you wanna take this to the bedroom?’’ you breathed heavily, Eggsy smirked, a devilish glint in his eyes. “Not nearly as much as I wanna do this”. Eggsy reached behind you with one arm and shoved everything that was on the desk onto the floor, lifting you by your hips and placing you onto the desk before thrusting his hips into yours. His mouth moved from your lips down to your neck, biting and sucking harshly marking what was his, and you were his, completely. You moved your hands to your blouse beginning to undo the buttons, but before you could make it to the second one Eggsy grabbed the collar of your shirt and completely ripped the fabric from your body with an animalistic growl. You were so fucking turned on. He marvelled at your body, licking his lips and thinking of all the things he was going to do to you before he harshly grabbed both of your breasts and began fondling them. “Ahh- fuck baby” you moaned at the contact before letting your hands snake down his muscular chest to take his member in your hand and begin stroking him. Eggsy hissed at the contact and before you could continue, he had removed your hand and pushed you down so your back was against the desk. You were his. “Stay there” he warned as he slowly began unbuttoning his crisp white shirt and moving his trousers down to his mid thighs. His hands made their way up your legs and rubbed small but torturous circles on your inner thighs. “Baby please d- do something” you moaned. “Just you wait, Delicious” he replied sensually. “When I’m done with you, you won’t be walkin’ for weeks babe.” With that Eggsy’s hands made their way up your thighs slowly to where you needed him most, inches away from your heat, you anticipated his touch and your breath hitched in your throat, your eyes closing slowly as Eggsy’s hands pulled your panties slowly down your legs kneeling down as he did so. You leaned up onto your elbows and began to watch him, feeling a pool of arousal dripping down your thighs at the thought of Eggsy eating you. Eggsy made his way back up your legs not breaking eye contact with you until his face was directly in front of your flower. He began slowly rubbing up and down your thighs, closing his eyes as he inched his head closer to breathe in your intoxicating scent. Pure sex. His eyes glazed over with lust. You watched him carefully, your chest heaving as he slowly brought his hand up to run two fingers up your folds and place them in his mouth. You groaned watching him tease you, just wanting him to take you and eat you like the last supper right then and there. Eggsy looked up at you, his fingers still in his mouth as he moaned at the taste of you, licking his fingers completely clean, “God you are delicious, Delicious.” His words sent chills up and down your spine and butterflies through your stomach and pussy, you watched him closely as he planned his next move, staring at your flower almost as if he was in a trance. You reached out to play with his hair, but before you even reached his head Eggsy had dove head first into your pussy sucking on your clit, the force of his action sending you back on to the desk screaming his name. Your thighs clenched around his head as he added two of his digits into you and began pumping while switching between swirling his tongue around your clit and sucking harshly. You were a moaning mess beneath him. You could feel your thighs clenching and your entrance pulsing around his fingers, you both knew you were close, but before you could finish Eggsy’s head left your heat leaving kisses along your inner thighs, slowly making his way up your body until his face met yours. You grabbed the back of his head and pulled his lips onto yours, tasting yourself on him. You moaned into the kiss and wrapped your legs around his waist, your tongues fighting for dominance. Eggsy pulled back quickly and held you to the desk with his hand and removed your legs from him, holding them in place with his own strong thighs. You looked up at him in surprise and watched. “Oh Delicious, you didn’t really think I was gonna let you have all the fun did you?’’ Eggsy said with a devilish smirk and a groan as his hands trailed up and down your torso. You opened you mouth to respond but before you could you felt Eggsy’s hand close around your neck, squeezing the sides and slightly cutting off the blood flow. A wave of pure euphoria washed over your body as you let your head sink back into the desk, moaning his name. Eggsy leant forward, his body pressing completely against yours until his mouth was against your neck, leaving light bites and kisses before he whispered, “Tonight, you’re mine”. Eggsy led himself to your entrance teasing you painfully slowly as he spoke before he slammed into you at full force, an earth shattering scream of pleasure left your lips as Eggsy relentlessly ploughed into you gripping your thighs so hard you were sure he would leave bruises. All that could be heard from the study were screams of pleasure, heavy breathing, the pounding of skin and Eggsy’s name leaving your lips at full volume. Complete animalistic sex. You were sure the neighbors could hear you and would complain in the morning but you didn’t care, the only thing running through your mind was Eggsy. Eggsy lifted your arms, pulling you up flush against him as he pounded into you. You gripped his shoulders as his hands found their way up your back and into your hair, pulling tightly forcing you to look up at him, tears of absolute pleasure in your eyes. “Who do you belong to, Babe?” he growled “You Eggsy I- I’m yours!” you practically screamed. “You gonna let the neighbors hear who can fuck you this good, Delicious?’’ he groaned as he nibbled on your ear, “Yes Baby I- fuck I’m gonna cum!” you struggled to get out as Eggsy’s hips met yours as hard as they could. “Not yet you’re not babe” Eggsy moaned as he lifted you effortlessly and flipped you so your stomach was against the table and Eggsy had complete control of your behind. You practically screamed his name at the new angle and let the complete bliss take over your body. Eggsy’s thrusts were starting to slow as he gripped your hair again bringing your back flush against him, one of his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you in place. “Fuck Baby I c- can’t last much longer” You warned him as you felt that familiar knot forming in your stomach, gripping the desk in pure ecstasy. You felt Eggsy’s heavy breathing against you neck and his hand snake its way back up to your neck squeezing when you heard him moan in your ear “Come for me Y/N” as he sank his teeth into your neck. He had you, you let out the loudest scream you thought you could ever make as your orgasm completely took over your body. Eggsy came with you spilling his seed into you as you both fell against the desk, chests heaving.

“Wow” you sighed as you snuggled closer to Eggsy in bed, “Remind me to bother you during work more often’’ you joked as your fingers danced across his chest. Eggsy laughed and pulled you closer, “That was pretty fookin spectacular ey?” he replied mimicking Merlin causing you both to burst out in laughter. You slapped his chest “You’re a fucking dork Unwin, but you’re my dork” you said lovingly as you kissed him, Eggsy eagerly returning it. “Speaking of Merlin I should probably call him back babe” he added. “No worries babe I’ll-“ you were interrupted at Eggsy’s phone rang, he answered putting it on speaker. "Gallahad!” Merlin’s voice erupted from the phone. “I’m not interrupting anything this time am I?” Merlin asked, trying to sound serious but with a slight chuckle to his voice. You and Eggsy looked at each other confused. “Uhh, you right Merlin? I have no clue what you’re on about”. Eggsy replied. “Gary, I’ve been in the business a very long time. You think I didn’t know Y/N was under the desk?” Eggsy looked at the phone and then back at you, “…fuck”.

#eggsy unwin #Smut #eggsy unwin smut #taron egerton #taron egerton smut #Kingsman #imagines

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eerythingisshaka · 4 years

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PTA II

[Trevante Rhodes x Reader]

Word Count: 2.4k

Angsty Fluff

Part 1

Looking at your desk, you wonder how it’s gotten even more junky since working from home. A rainbow of notebooks and sticky pads scatter its surface with reminders and past lesson plans that beg for organization. You pick them up in clusters, doing a vague clean up as you check the clock on your computer to see you have ten minutes until showtime. Your kids will be logging in for their Zoom classroom to begin.

You’re starting a new chapter on the Civil War today and although you knew it like the back of your hand, you freaked out at the moment, not able to find your presentation in any of the appropriate desktop folders. Unfortunately your virtual desktop was every bit as messy as your physical one. Clicking through the dated lesson plans, you finally find what you are looking for, opening it to prepare for sharing as your breakfast sandwich dings in the microwave. You meander through the obstacle course of your living room to grab your meal to go, almost burning your hand from its fresh heat as you sit back down, just in time to start off the lesson.

“Good Morning class! Happy Monday!”

“Good Morning!” They all say in scattered succession, your greeting back.

You dig right into the lesson at hand with dates, names, places, and all that is in between. The kids were assigned a chapter before the weekend to prepare for discussion and luckily most of them seemed to have at least skimmed the topic beforehand.

“Ok guys, now we have a few more minutes before I have to assign this week’s project, so does anyone have any questions?”

One young man, Nemour raised his hand. “Yes, do you think, um, like could this happen again, do you think?”

You couldn’t hold back the gag on your face from the insightful question. “That’s a good question. And I know it really fits with some things that are talked about in politics today. I won’t say that it never is going to happen, but I also will not scare you into thinking that it will. Civil Wars are happening today in countries all over so it is not a subject that is new or forgotten. But use the events that lead up to it and think about what we do that could avoid the conflict or what are tells that signify that war is imminent. Thank you for that question Nemour because it segues us into this week’s project…”

Displeasure washed across several of your students’ faces but you have been blind to that behavior for years now so you began the rundown: three page essay on any aspect of the Civil War they may choose.

“You may email me and we can discuss your idea and if it is a topic that can fill three pages. I want a citation page, credible sources. See me if you need a review on what a credible source is. I will see you again tomorrow guys. Be safe!”

The blips of each person signing off is your background noise as you put aside your notes once more, dropping your pen in the process.

You pick it up and hear something in the background of Nemour’s video.

“Nemour?” You call out the student’s name but they must’ve forgotten to sign off. You begin to hang up yourself, when someone comes into frame.

“Nemour, I told you to clean up your room before school started so I could get this laundry done, damn!”

You recognize the shirtless man strutting with a laundry basket under his arm as Trevante Rhodes, Nemour’s dad. You had a run in with him before that left you more than flustered but you stuck to your morals to ensure nothing came of it. Luckily, Nemour’s been doing well and no one has messed with his things, so any teacher-parent meetings are only the ones required by the school.

“Ahh ah ahh ah ah AHHHHH! Caught up in the rapture of love…” He sang out loud, setting the basket on a table to free his shoulders up for some bopping.

You can’t look away and didn’t dare end the session as the show was just getting started. Trevante rolls his shoulders, pumping his fists victoriously in rhythm with the song. You take a bite of your breakfast sandwich covertly appreciating the show.

“I love you here by me/ You let me love fly free…”

He spins around quickly on his toes ending on a pose before the next verse. His body is an artist’s dream with each flex he made. You could tell before that he is a fit man but nothing beats seeing the evidence unadulterated. His thick torso kept steady by his deep abs, kiny hair peppered across his chest for flavor. And those arms, what can be said about these family style, thick cuts-

“Ms (Y/N)?” You snap out of your inner study and forget you are in full view of him seeing you. Hanging up abruptly flashed through as an option but it made no sense now you were caught.

You shuffle some papers as he takes out his AirPods and comes closer to the camera. “That is you!”

You look up in feigned surprise, coughing up your previous bite of sandwich. “Oh, Mr. Rhodes! Did Nemour forget to sign off. Oh well, I was just going to-”

“Nemour!” Trevante yells out. The soft patter of feet become louder.

“Yeah?” he asks.

“Your teacher is waiting on you, whatchu doin?”

“No no! I wasn’t waiting!” You say fervently.

Nemour peeks over his dad’s arm. “Hi Ms (Y/N). Did you need me?”

You smile disingenuously. “No, I was just about to sign off. Just don’t forget that project, ok?”

“Yes ma’am.” He runs out the room as his dad calls out.

“Talk to me about this project when I’m done talking to your teacher!” Trevante takes a seat, looking pleased with the predicament. You are mortified, sitting your your head in your hands.

“So...how you been? You look well.” Trevante says with an enthused smile.

You look to him and return a tight one. “Thanks. I can’t say I’ve done much of anything but good to know I don’t look worse since our last talk.”

Trevante leans forward with his chin in his hand and you try not to imagine sinking your teeth into it. “Please, you’re blessed to not need much. Natural beauty.”

You take in the compliment with an inhale. “Sure, thanks,” you say, noticing a spot of jelly landed on your chest, probably after that last bite. You rub you chest to get the tiny stain out.

“Wow, that looks damn good,” Trevante says when you’re done.

You hold a hand to your chest, gasping in outrage. “Mr. Rhodes! I really don’t take kindly to forward comments referring to my body!”

Trevante purses his lips together, resting his chin on his fist. “I...meant that sandwich. I can see it below there.”

Your mouth hangs open staring from the sandwich to the meal in front of you. “I am...so sorry...”

“Don’t worry about it. Hey, how was your date?” he asks quickly with a forgiving look.

You think of his question with confusion before you realize that you had brought up meeting someone on Valentines Day after the meeting with him last time.

“You remember that?” You ask, slightly impressed.

He nods. “Of course. I’m that kind of person, receptive to information and it sticks. That’s why Nemour so good at school, gets it from Daddy.”

“Good to know. But the date didn’t go as well as I hoped it would…”

Trevante cocks his head to the side inquisitive. “Huh. Where’d y’all go?”

You roll your eyes automatically. “He told me to meet him up at this mom and pop diner, which I’m not stuck up! If the food is good, I’m practically down for anything!”

“Ok, ok, so what was the problem?”

“He knew the family that owned the place, so his meal was free. We ordered like a late night breakfast thing and it wasn’t good. My food was both bland and overseasoned and the eggs I asked for were runny when I wanted a hard scramble.”

“Oh no,” he shakes his head.

“And in the end, even though his meal was paid, I had to pay for mine because he’s ‘in between things right now’. Then I had to give him a ride home and he offered his bed to me since his mama was asleep on some Xanax.”

Trevante rears his head back covering his mouth with his fist during his hoot-and-holler. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh, but that was pretty damn bad.”

You laugh graciously. “I know, but he was cute and I swear he seemed to have more potential than most other guys on the apps so maybe it was just a bad day?”

“You are giving these playas too much credit! And apps? Shoot, you could pull any ole dude off the street on a Tuesday just taking out the trash.”

“Mr. Rhodes-”

“Trevante works. Sometime Tre, sometimes Te but hold the Mr. Rhodes for me, please.”

“Fine, but only on here, I can’t call parents by their first names in public, it’s just too formal for me.”

Trevante gets a sneaky grin on his face, scratching his beard stealthily. “So, you want to talk to me on here more often?”

Your jaw drops, aghast. “Mr… Trevante, I never said that. You’re always putting words in my mouth.”

He shrugs. “I’m sorry. It’s just so pretty, I can’t help but wanna hear it say things I wanna hear.”

You twist in your chair, barely composing yourself with his sly talk. “Wow! You never quit!”

“I will when you do!”

You face each other in a standoff over each other’s screen. He was slowly tearing down your walls as much as you tried to reinforce them with professionalism.

“Ok,” you say.

“What’s ok?”

You sit forward, building up the nerve. “IF we were to discuss things outside of schoolwork and your son, how would that go?”

Trevante rubs his hands together. “Well, first-”

You put a finger up. “Remember that I have a busy schedule with assignments and we are in quarantine so no way we could be in the same room or eat out.”

Trevante looks off into space, thinking. “Ok, so when do you usually turn down for the night?”

“For bed? Probably ten if I am lucky.”

He nods, rubbing his chin philosophically. “What are you having for dinner?”

“...probably this pasta thing I picked up at the store…” you say reluctantly.

Trevante claps his hands together. “That’s it! Ok, I gotta go but let’s talk later, aight?”

Before you could question him further, he hangs up the video call. You sat there pondering what just happened. Trevante is pretty straightforward with you but that ended on an unusual note. And then you began to think back to his smile and body and laugh and compliments, making your head curl toward your lap with giddiness.

“God he is so fine.”

Later that evening you are laid across your couch in full snuggy mode: bonnet on, pimple cream where needed, tshirt and titties freeballing. You set your reheated pasta meal down to cool and look through your emails one more time before calling it a night. You have more than one concerned parent who will message you at ungodly hours about why Timmy and Jane aren’t getting an A+ average and their stress allows you to sleep peacefully as you’re reminded how unbothered you are since students make the grades, not you.

As usual, there is one new unread message to check out and of all people it is Nemour’s dad. No subject line, but the body of the email asking you to log on to video call him.

This was sent almost an hour ago, so you feel pretty secure that he is not on and let your curiosity lead you to the app.

Not long after, you get an invitation from Trevante.

“Hey!” he says, smiling wide (this time with a shirt on) after you accept. You begin to smile back but catch a glimpse of you in video and feel instant regret.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, slurping some spaghetti up.

“I forgot what I looked like, I should’ve waited to talk in the morning,” you say apologetically.

Trevante waves a hand at you. “Don’t worry about all that. You getting ready to wind down, right?”

You pick up your dinner and show him on camera. “Pasta and all.”

“Great, so the date is on! How was your day since we last spoke?” he asks, slurping more spaghetti and taking a bite out of some garlic bread.

You scoff, poking at your penne. “So this is why you didn’t answer me? This is your plan for a date?”

He holds his hands out humbly. “A brotha gotta try. You so busy and remember we are in a quarantine so I can’t have you coming here with those beautiful germs of yours.”

“Wow, sure ok. Throw it back at me. Got it.”

You take a bite of your pasta as ladylike as possible, giving a rundown of your day which wasn’t much to take note of as Trevante noisily slurps his spaghetti making you laugh.

“What’s up?” he asks, wiping his mouth.

“I...well your meal looks better than mine. At least you make it look better.”

He licks his lips before smiling, lighting your spirit as you smirk into your food.

“What can I say, I get down in the kitchen when I can. I wasn’t bout to heat up some frozen mess and call that a meal, you know? I gotta eat real food!”

You drop your fork. “Ok, Mr. Anita Baker! I know when I’ve been disrespected!”

Trevante gets nervous having offended you. “Wait wait! My bad, ok?”

You point at him with all authority. “My food is my business.”

“No problem, I’ll hold back, but not too much on Anita. And maybe I’ll order you some DoorDash or something next time.”

“If,” you warn.

Trevante gives you a playful face. “If not, I’ll just tell Nemour to quit doing his homework and we can conference about it.”

“Oh bye, he’s too smart for that!”

Trevante laughs. “You probably right. Look, I don’t mean to push, but I’m glad you made time to see me here tonight.”

His eyes look at you genuinely pleased and you feel that familiar giddiness creeping up.

“I’m glad you invited me. Just this little bit is better than my last date, so points to you.”

Trevante stares at you contently. “You know if we were outside, this is when we’d kiss.”

You look up to the ceiling. “Here you go!”

“I felt the moment! Don’t lie!”

You look at him defiantly. “Too bad we won’t know until that time comes.”

He wags a finger at you. “See? You keep thinking these are conversation ending phrases, but you baiting me. So there’s a next time ahead of us! Hit me up for a Netflix Party and Chill.”

“Good night, Te,” you say exasperatedly.

“Have a good day at school tomorrow.”

You hang up first and sail backward, laying across your couch feeling like you ran a marathon. This could all still be forgotten. You aren’t too deep to deny him. He called this a date but come on, did it count? You sit up to poke at the remnants of your meal and think about his lips slurping up the spaghetti hungrily. And the kiss that would have sent you to bed happily.

Part 3

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#trevante rhodes fic #shakafic

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tt205 · 4 years

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You have a crush on WANG?![1/?]

WANG YIBO × READER HAPPY POTTER AU!

Request: could you do Yibo x You au? The houses don't matter , something cliche like "yibo cool guy and sweet girl " where yibo realizes he really likes her , something like that . [ I dont have your permission to put your name here but if you want me to I will upload your name in another post for the credits ]

WARNINGS: none just my bad English and maybe a kiss or two nothing too much .. pretty fluffy pretty cute ~ somewhat relatable I could say

Classmates to lovers

It was your 6th year in Hogwarts when you first started realizing your feelings for Wang Yibo , a young witcher from Slytherin.

You always did think of him as someone cute and lovable , but his somehow frigid image made you keep your feelings low for him .

You shared a couple of classes together and even thought he'd never talked to you , apart from greeting you , you had a familiarity among each other.

Two weeks have passed since the day you first threw your eyes on him in a different way & now you can't take him out of your mind.

Staring at his handsome face made your heart skipping a beat .

You rested your head on your right hand looking towards him without shame . "Ahh" you sighed making Hermione shake you out of your lovey-dovey dreamland

" What on the bloody hell are you doing y/n? Stop staring on Wang and pay attention to the lesson !" She half whispered half yelled to you making professor Snape glare at you two .

You bowed your head apologizing as you straightened in your seat, gaining your composure.

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Soon enough the bell rang and the next second you where out of the boring classroom.

Looking down to your things you realized you left your book back

"Stay here for a moment Mione I'm heading back in , I'll be quick " you told her before increasing your pace through the hallways.

Not paying attention to your surroundings you entered the door only to come in contact with a strong torso.

You looked upwords to the person in front of you only to meet with the eyes of your heart shaker Wang Yibo.

"Are you ok ? " he asked , lowering his head to your height

"I'm so sorry , I'll be careful next time" you bowed your head avoiding his eyes , your cheeks turning a deep shade of red as you made your way in grabbing your book and running your way out .

You rushed to the garden , meeting Hermione which was talking with Draco and Harry.

"You wont believe what happened!" You shouted to them , your breath unstable from all the running.

The three of them turned to you giving you a knowledgeable look while opening their 'circle' for you to enter .

You sat there hiding your head in your hands the embarrassing moment flashing in your head again and again .

"I bumped onto Wang Yibo" you said in a low tone regretting the moment you left your book in class

" What's the big deal with that Y/n ?" Harry asked concerned " he looks like a good guy " he continued.

"She has a crush on him you dumbo!" Hermione slapped him on the shoulder.

Draco's eye widened "you like WANG YIBO?" he screamed making Mione shut his mouth with a quick spell .

'Mmmmmm!' Draco complained but no one pitied him ... all of sudden you heard quick footsteps coming to your spot and turning around you saw Ron with a stuffed mouth full of candies and a bag full of them in one hand too.

"SINCE WHEN DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON WANG Y/N" he asked , some syllables muffled in between .

"Where did you hear that Ron Weasley?" You asked panicking ,

"Em .. I guess the whole school knows is it now thanks to this screaming crackhead" he answered pointing to Draco .

" MALFOY IM GONNA KICK YOUR ASS AND FEED YOU TO A DRAGON !" you shouted falling back to the floor not caring about how dusty your cloak will be after this .

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Days passed by with you skipping the classes you had with Yibo , too embarrassed to meet him now that half and more of the students number knew your feelings towards him .

Some of the Slytherin's members teased you about it at first but Draco was there to cut it short .. it was the least he could do as an apology .

You were so frustrated and sad you didn't have the energy to even go have breakfast , just attending some classes , studying and then straight to sleep .

Someone would say that this wasn't a big deal but having your parents working at the ministry of magic and his been death eaters , it wasn't ideal .. if your parents knew about your feelings towards him you were dead .

Today is Saturday < a good day to go have a butter beer > said Hermione.

You didn't want to go there too tired to even pick up your wand but they dragged you there .

And here you are sitting in one of the 'Three Brooms ' table with your stupid friends in each side of yours .

Half an hour has passed since you arrived here and the 5 of you have ate a bunch of things while chatting about the week that passed and other random information. You feel someone behind you and at the same time Draco sits up to greet him .

"Hey Wang what's up?" He asks and your blood freezes. You grab Hermione's hand under the table and she gives you a reassuring smile , motioning for you to greed him and that's what you do .

Yibo shakes your hand before hugging you slightly "may I have a brief moment with you y/n?" He whispers in your ear and he is close , the smell of his cologne feeling your lungs making you lightheaded along with a sweet smile he gives you .

You nod your head moving off your seat and smoothing your clothes on the go , breath stuck in your throat.

He moves a hand behind your lower back moving you in the hallway that leads in the toilets. "I -i " he begins but cuts himself in between something bothering him "Would you like ehm- would you like to go on a date with me ?"

He asks his voice cracking a little in the middle of the sentence, ears blushing a bit as he moves a hand on the back of his neck rubbing the area from the tension .

Your eyes widen first but you are quick to hide your surprise with a brief " yes " as an answer taking him by surprise too "really?" He asks and you repeat your words only to be awarded by another smile of his .

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Almost a week passed since then and today came along with a date that you could only dream of .

You can't even believe that you are sitting in front of him , eyes filled with joy and excitement, the rustic decor of Madam Puddifoot's cafe adding to the romance overwhelmed moment .

He is holding your hand and your heart can't stop skipping beats at the sight of him .

You know it's wrong to be with him but still you like him .

Laughter and smiles is filling your time together but both of you know you have to return back in Hogwarts.

You will have to take the last carriage to return back and you dont have much time .

He opens the door for you and you step out of the small shop leaving back its warmth .

Cold air hits your face the next second and you close your eyes sifting more in your long thick coat moving your hands in your pockets in an attempt to keep them warm .

The sky is paint in the darkest shade of blue signaling that you must hurry up .

You reach for Yibo but he is quicker moving his arms around your shoulders keeping you close .

A soft kiss on top of your head is all it takes to move the negative thoughts off your head , walking through the snow covered streets of Hogsmaede.

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The way back seems long as your eyes feel heavier leaning onto Yibo's shoulder.

The carriage's interior is cold , the snow outside making the perfect fairytale scene.

You feel Yibo's hand touching yours an taking it in his grasp.

You feel his eyes on you and you look up meeting them , the look peaceful.

He suddenly leans closer and your lips momentarily touch .

You kiss back moving your body closer to his , he moves a hand behind your neck keeping you still and the whole room seems spinning as the temperature rises .

Both of your eyes are closed , lips occupied but you feel like talking through the kiss .

After a good moment you both pull back regaining your breaths and both of you are starring in each others eyes again.

"I know that this is rushed to ask and may seem childish but , will you be my girlfriend? " he begins and you blush hard " I've been thinking about asking you out months ago but j was afraid of been rejected.. knowing that you have feelings for me -thanks to Draco- was the thing that motivated me . If you think I'm rush--"

" I do ! I do wanna be your girlfriend" you rushed it out in one breath giggling in the end.

"if you regret something I can wait I promise!" He continues getting shy after a moment or so ..

"Dont make me take my words back !" You whisper in his ear , only to be drugged in a tight hug .

" I can't say I love you yet cause it's really rushed and both of us know it , but what I can say for sure is that I've never liked someone more like you y/n ... give me some time and I'll love you the same way " he adds kissing your hand and looking at you with those piercing eyes of his that can melt the coldest heart , and can tame the most untamed soul ~~~

#uniq wang yibo #wang yibo #harry potter au #fluff imagine #x reader #no gender #romance

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