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Imagine telling op guys who has a crush on you, that you want to sleep with them. You just plop down next to them cuddle into them and fall asleep. It's just hem turning red and trying to calm down their thoughts

hehe, this is legit so cute. (tweaked the prompt to be a little more suggestive than just thoughts in the end.)

not a dream ft. the monster trio!

set-up: as anon asked! you happened to utter five simple words, "can i sleep with you?" to the op boys (who have a crush crush on you). now these idiots are contemplating if they'd make it out alive.

warnings: includes nsfw thoughts!! no actual things happen but the guys are thinking very very perverted shit, so, if not comfortable please skip!!!

luffy:

💗 you know luffy. do you think luffy— the guy who clings to everyone, doesn't know the word "personal" and "space", who will probably hug you even if you threatened to punch him— will really mind if you told him you wanted to sleep with him? fuck no. even if you stood in front of him with a "i like you, i wanna sleep with you" in a suggestive way, he would say something along the lines of "awh, i like you too. let's sleep."

💗 but well, this was different. cause he liked you. so when you decided to show up at his door after dinner with a cranky look, he was both confused and intrigued. "what's wrong with ya?" the captain mumbled as you sat next to him on the bed. "chopper and ussop. ugghhh." you groaned, "they're doing some stupid shit next door and making so much noise. there is no possible way i can sleep there. and im sure nobody else will let me crash with them tonight in their room." luffy would have probably leapt up and gone to join the other two fools had you not sprawled out next to him. you gave him a tired smile, "so, can i sleep with you?" 💗you hadn't even waited for an answer. mindlessly, you draped a hand over his torso and snuggled into his chest. he pulled you towards himself on instinct. this was normal. yeah. hugging a crewate. yeah. totally normal. atleast for him. then why was his heart beating so fast? mouth going dry? why was sweat clinging uncomfortably to his back although he knew the night air was frigid? 💗you shifted and your chest brushed against his. luffy swallowed wantonly as you shifted again. and then one more time. trying to find the most comfortable position, he guessed. mechanically, you pushed yourself further against him. and this motherfucker went as stiff as a washboard. "luffy?" you mumbled against his skin before tracing your eyes upward. from this position, your doe-eyes bore into his, "you don't mind right? it's just really cold, sorry." how could he mind? your soft body was against his. your fingers drummed faint melodies against his back and your hair smelled like some floral scented shampoo. every time you breathed out, the warm air caressed him and goosebumps painted his hands. he felt your peaked chest brush against his again and he almost swallowed his own tongue. "luffy?" you asked again, your voice saccharine. and he vaguely wondered how would the same voice sound if he tore open that flimsy top your were wearing and held your soft skin against his palm. or if he took the courage enough to dip his fingers below the waistband of your pajamas and felt you up. would you say his name like that? 💗 well, fuck. this was the captain had thought so much in his entire life. and they were thoughts about feeling up his crewmate's tits. and, as a result of such vigorous thinking, a problem had arose in his pants. he tried to think it away. tried thinking about sea-kings or hideous devil-fruit users. of alvida. or anyone else. he even tried to think of food so that his attention could be diverted. but even the most tastiest of sanji's pudding couldn't take away the throbbing in his cock. and the delicious feeling of your soft skin next to his. as a last resort, he prayed that you wouldn't shift more and feel his dick against you. he prayed you would take his silence as rejection and simply drift off to sleep. but ofcourse, this is a godless land. because you moved again. and when you felt his hard-on against your thigh, you looked up at him. lips caught between your teeth, blinking up at him almost innocently, you asked, "got a problem, captain?" before he could answer, you pressed forward, "i think i can fix it." on the other side of the ship nami burst into chopper and ussop's room. when she yelled, it probably could be heard over the entire ship, "LET US SLEEP, YOU MORONS. WE HAVE A LONG DAY TOMORROW. GO SLEEP OR I'LL FINE YOU BOTH A MILLION BERRIES PER MINUTE THAT YOU'RE UP." you're not sure if it was chopper or ussop crying in the distance. but oh well, you have a captain to please 🤭

zoro:

💚zoro's not even fucking sure how he ended up like this. he's sure it involved some higher-than-tolerable level of alcohol for both the parties involved. and he's sure it must have been your idea that he had drunkenly complied with. "let's sleep together" "okay" what was he thinking? because right now, you were sprawled against his chest. both of you were on his bed. his shirt was off, yours was barely on. a bit of drool peaked out from the corner of your lips. and he found himself quietly rubbing it away with the pad of his thumb, smiling softly to himself. ew?! was he still drunk?? as the realization set in, he pulled his hands back in wicked horror and looked around as if someone had seen him. it was still night, and in the middle of the night, the effects of the cheap booze must have wore off of him and he awoke to you as his bed. 💚"hey." he tried to shake you awake but you just groaned, sinking further into him. he hissed when you buried your face against his bare skin. he whisper-shouted, ignoring the goosebumps on both of your skins, "wake up. go back to your own room, woman." but you didn't shift an inch. instead, you stayed buried against him. he groaned but when his eyes fell back to your face, he couldn't help but fight off the impending blush that crawled up his face. your hair was a mess and your cheek was squished against his chest. you breathed softly and sometimes, your fingers twitched against his skin and you touched him fleetingly. and you were warm. too warm for his liking. he tried to look away but his hand carefully came up to your face. staying there not a moment too long, he dragged it downwards. over your shoulders and over your back. he stopped before he went too far and grabbed your ass, the curve so delicious in his eyes. but he stopped, pulling his hands back to lay on the linen sheets. he was a horny man, not an evil douche. 💚but you must have been hell-bent in proving flaws in his moral-code, because you shifted and your pelvis shifted over his. he bit back a grunt at the movement over the fabric. you were so cozy against him. the way you brushed up against him, the way your hair tickled him. would you like it if he pulled your hair? would you moan? god, what would you sound if you moaned out his name? he was a bad man. thinking all of those things. and he tried to focus on anything but the blood-rush to his dick, really, but the way you started moving against him, almost mechanically. god. that made all attempts to ignore his boner disappear. his hips moved upwards and he closed his eyes, giving into the friction of you against him. soft moans fell from his lips, hips still moving upwards to graze your clothed thighs. 💚"zoro?" you mumbled sleepily, rubbing your eye. you strained your neck up and he looked down at you, dazed. "you okay, zo?" when he found himself unable to talk and you found a harsh roll of hips under you, you connected the dots. a playful smile tugged on your lips, "need some help?" "no." the swordsman swallowed thickly. "fine." you shrugged, clamoring off him. your hips swayed as you made a futile attempt to find your discarded shorts somewhere in the room. you gave him a lingering look, "i should go back to my room. the crew will freak out if they find us like this." "no." he caught your wrist, tugging you towards him, "stay. i could use some help." 💚in the morning, sanji walked into the swordman's room to see if the moron could find you somewhere since you were nowhere to be found on the ship. what he found, instead, was you and the mosshead tangled in his sheets. when you and zoro had finally made it to the breakfast table, sanji may/may not have been crying. luffy, ussop and chopper were laughing in the background. nami decided it was a good enough reason to even high-five zoro. it was an awkward breakfast.

sanji:

💙sanji was probably in heaven. yes, that's the only explanation. sure, the ship was en route to alabasta but he was on his way to heaven. because there's no way you had come seeking him out in the middle of the night. you had said, "i can't sleep." "oh?" the cook had wordlessly stepped aside and you took on the opportunity to slip in. he shut the door behind you, "can i help you then, love? want me to cook something?" "i would have really not bothered you but i don't know who else to ask. nami and vivi are sleeping together and the bed's not big for the three of us." you rambled, "and zoro probably showered five months ago. and luffy, ussop and chopper are passed out in the common room. so... can i sleep with you?" it's a miracle he didn't pass out on hearing those words. it's an even bigger miracle that that was three hours ago and he had still not passed out. now, sanji lay next to you— as stiff as a corpse— while you snored. your body shifted and your hands reached out towards sanji. your palm ran up and down his torso as to check if he was there. and once you had gotten a confirmation, you scooted in his direction and sanji held his breath as if one wayward puff of air will wake you up. 💙vinsmoke sanji was trying. he was trying o maintain his composure, to not pull you into his chest. he was trying not to think about the way your chest will feel against his, the way his fingers will glide over your thighs, the way your hand will fit around his dic— and it was as if you could hear his wretched thoughts. because your hands moved over his torso. gliding up and down. you leaned into his touch, molding your body against his. you might have been having an interesting dream cause he saw your hips gently rocking, your thighs pressed harder and you eyes clenched shut. you buried your head into his chest and the smell of your shampoo seemed to turn him on more. he ignored his weeping dick, decided to pay it no mind. but all of that resolve crumbled when he heard you moan his name into the fabric across his chest. your nails dug into his shoulders and your nose buried as deeply as it could against his skin. 💙 he gently guided his fingers to your thighs. and you shook under his soft touches. his thumb softly brushed over your clothed pussy and bucked towards his hand. he could probably just feel you up and you'd let him— "—shit." sanji quickly brought his hand back, realizing that you were sleeping and out of it. even if your lips chanted his name, he couldn't do the things his mind was convincing him to do. because if he started, he wouldn't stop. 💙so, to get himself rid of such sinful thoughts, he decided to hide in the shower and pump at his hard cock till he was tired. till you crawled out of his head. till your voice stopped ringing in his ears, making his cock impossibly harder. he slowly pushed you away, trying to climb off the bed. but as soon as you felt his warmth disappear, you cracked open an eye, "sanji?" "uh" his face went red, eyes averting, "just going to the washroom. i'd be back." you sat up, "did i go too far?" sanji's mouth hung agape as you pulled him back into bed, "i thought you wanted me to moan your name like that—" "—wh-what?" "i had a dream." you innocently traced your index nail down his torso and brushed it over his sleeping shorts, "think you can help me?" you blinked up at him, "pretty please." 💙 the next morning, the cook of the crew made the worst breakfast possible. wasn't his fault. all he could think about was you and your breathless moans and your eyes as— "this tastes like shit." the swordman argued. "thEN MAKE IT YOURSELF, FREELOADER." "might as well if you're gonna cook so bad." "—i think it tastes fine." nami sighed, "if i knew you getting some would make you a terrible cook, i would have let (yn) sleep with me and vivi." and the entire ship choked on their (terrible) breakfast.

a/n: i tweaked the prompt a bit (as i was getting stuck with the original ask), but i hope this was good enough anon!! as always, thanks for reading and send in req that you might have <3 (tagging: @bokutosbiceps cause i know you love luffy)

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tteokdoroki · 2 years

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OCTOBER 1ST. VENOM

"eyes. lungs. pancreas. so many snacks, so little time."

♱ — katsuki bakugou + monsterfucking.

♱ — synopsis; katsuki’s been a bad fiancé recently, he tries to tell himself that it’s all in his head ( literally ) and when his neglectful behaviour nearly ruins your engagement dinner — he has no choice but to make it up to you, with the help of a little symbiotic friend.

♱ — length; 5K

♱ — warnings; please read for your own safety! mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, characters aged up to 20s, mentions of eating people, monsterfucking, dry humping, tentacles, overstimulation, pussy jobs, public sex, clothed sex, oral sex ( f!receiving ), pegging ( m!receiving ), fem!reader, venom!bakugou. not beta read !

♱ — notes; waaa!! hello everyone, welcome back to kinktober!! im so happy to be participating again, i hope you all enjoy whats in store for this year. starting with this baddie !! - m.list ₊ kinktober m.list ₊ taglist 𓆩♡𓆪

“just eat her…katsuki…”

“no, you can fuck right off.”

“why not? she is unpleasant…katsuki…its not like we like her anyways…”

for the first time that night, katsuki indulges the mangled voice in his head— listening to the symbiotic alien that sludges through his voice and his body. venom is right. he hates his mother in law, soon to be mother in law, but the practicalities of it all aren’t what matter. red eyes drift to the devil’s incarnation of a woman, traditional yet rude and deserving of a beat down— katsuki thinks. if he could just take a bite, crunch down on the woman’s skull and swallow her whole, all of his problems would be solved.

“goodness, bakugou,” the woman leers with a nasty curl of her sweaty upper lip. “i’m paying for the wedding not for you to be dressed like a complete slob— you look awful, and at my only daughter’s engagement party!” she drones on and if venom were to murder this woman right now, she really would deserve it.

“see? you are a loser, bakugou.”

he wasn’t dressed that bad, sure, it wasn’t the burgundy blazer and pressed white shirt you’d told him to pick up from the dry cleaners on the way home from work but— it was smart casual, a nice pair of jeans and a smart jacket. you liked that. that’s all that mattered.

bowing his head slightly, bakugou wordlessly apologises before fishing himself out another glass of mercilessly alcohol free fruit punch. “‘m sorry ma’am—“

he cuts himself off when your name flitters from between your mother’s lips— the syllables that usually sound so pretty when strung together now ugly tainted by the evil woman. “she deserves so much better than you,” she doesn’t ease up on reminding bakugou of how lucky he is to have bagged you. to love you. “better than a wannabe journalist on a motor cycle.”

“die… pewny crazy woman—“

bakugou feels the familiar crawl of the venom symbiote across his skin— sharp-edges, dangerous claws reaching out for the wicked woman to snag her head off when he controls himself, controls his little friend and forces his stare back to the catered pile of desserts.

“venom,” katsuki is barely hanging onto his sanity, voice tainted with exhaustion. it’s like having a child constantly on your back, begging for things that aren’t acceptable for adults. he wonders how he’s been able to put up with this, how you’re able to put up with him. since becoming one with the alien life form— katsuki bakugou has been nothing but neglectful of you…turning his back on you during nights full of romance because he’s scared venom will hurt you, he’s missed cake and wine and menu tasting for the wedding because venom craved a little something meatier and sometimes even more human than whatever you’d been excited to try for your big day. katsuki forgets calls, doesn’t reply to texts— cycles into the night to take care of his little problem when he should be looking after you.

katsuki’s been insufferable; meaner than usual, flakier than he should be and he knows that he’s hurting you— not loving you properly like he should. blaming venom alone would be the easy way out. yet you stayed, you kept that ring on your finger and put on your best smile, because for some reason you still found it in your too big of a heart to love katsuki even when he didn’t deserve it.

still away with his thoughts, blonde is absent to notice venom popping out— a creepy, sticky black head, to greet a curious child after some of the sweets at this swanky engagement party. “want to play hide and seek? the mouth is a good place to start.” venom’s attempt at a coo is far from comforting, rows of razor sharp teeth covered in alien slobber only frightening the little one more.

“fuck off venom, cut yer crap out or i’ll—“ bakugou waves a hand, pinching the bridge of his nose only to be pulled from his revere by a whimpering child ( now identified as your five year old nephew who still hates his guts ). “oh shit—“

“would you mind not cursing in front of my kid?” your brother hastily appears from absolutely fucking nowhere. shindou is far from impressed, hates bakugou’s guts as does the rest of your family and if he had his way, the blonde wouldn’t have a leg to stand on at the alter with you. “yanno, you might wanna behave yourself tonight? it’s important to my ma, to my sister so if you could—“

there’s a burning rage that flickers through bakugou’s veins only heightened by the alien that makes a host out of his body, and it only makes it harder to fight off the urge for manslaughter. “we should eat him too…katsuki…he is getting on my nerves. i am sure he will taste like chicken.” the alien growls from the deep corners of his mind.

“they do not taste like chicken you stupid fuckin’ lug.” bakugou grunts back.

and to the outside world, the shitty excuse for a man is talking to himself— getting shindou’s back right up. “what did you just call me?”

“stay outta this, man. s’between me and the dumb fuckin’ alien voice in my head.”

insane. katsuki bakugou’s little alien friend makes him look absolutely insane.

and before he can get his ass beat by your brother— you swoop in, slightly flushed from flickering between guests of friends and family all night, there’s smile lines in your makeup, you’re tired in the eyes and you’re still the most beautiful person in the room to bakugou. his heart races when you’re close enough for him to smell your perfume, putting a safe distance between your fiancé and your brother.

you’re angry with him, bakugou can tell by the heat in your gaze when you get shindou far enough from the dessert table— he can feel it in the way it burns against his skin in broad waves, see it in how you twist on your heel so fast your dress, pretty and off-white like a bride on her wedding day, rides up enough to catch a glimpse of your thighs. it’s shameful to admit, but seeing you so full of rage turns him ( and venom ) on.

“what the hell is going on with you, katsuki?” you bark at him, hands on his chest enough to make the blood rush to his cock, swelling in the pants he’d just managed to throw on for tonight’s event.

“n-nothin’ sweetheart, ‘m just—“ fuck her katsuki. she’s angry, venom goads. she is pretty when she’s angry. we should fuck her. the blonde shakes his head, trying to rid himself of vulgar thoughts— clearing his mind, focusing on you and how your chest heaves, with annoyance, tucked away in that tight fitting dress that hugs you in all the right places, as you look up at your fiancé expectantly. fuck. “the only one that’ll be fuckin’er is me, you dumb fuck alien.”

it’s embarrassing, whatever’s gotten into your fiancé— because tonight was supposed to be special, the one night before your wedding that you could trust him to behave and not make that familiar prickling warmth coil in your core at his vulgar words. your eyes widen in shock and you push again at katsuki’s chest with furrowed brows.

“kats, please—“

shindou squeezes down on your nephew’s ears, hoping it’ll block out whatever filth spills from your lover’s mouth. “that’s my sister! you dipshit, get a grip—“

“fuck him too, katsuki…”

“yo—“ you turn around again, spitting venom ( no pun intended ) at your brother too as you grasp at bakugou’s wrist to pull him from the banquet room you’d booked for tonight’s celebrations. “go check on ma, please? i’ll deal with him.”

and you exactly that, nagging the man’s ear off as you tug him to the bathroom— tears glittering as pretty as your engagement ring in your eyes under the artificial light. you’re nearly broken at this point, months of being treated so differently, akin to trash possibly, by the man you love most being unleashed on him and the symbiote that sits comfortably in his frame unbeknownst to you.

“i’m sick of this kats,” you might as well be screaming at this point, your whiny and emotional voice is loud and noisy to the alien. it echoes through the cubical you’ve locked yourselves in and it cranks up the annoyance within venom— and you barely notice katsuki trying to keep him down. “i’ve been good to you all these years, haven’t i? i’ve loved you well enough for you to know that i deserve better than you but i just can’t—!”

the final straw is when you bang your fist against the cubical wall, the noise rattling the symbiote inside your lover, forcing ink black tendrils to take over his host body and a scream to tear in the base of your throat as katsuki transforms into something you don’t even recognise.

the man towering over you now is built in a suit of sticky, obsidian black— white, and cloudy slits peer into yours in a way that sends shivers down your spine and has your thumping heart leaping into your throat. this isn’t your man, this isn’t your katsuki. horror seeps through your body, takes residence in your veins as the monster grasps at you with claws and tentacles instead of your fiancé’s slightly calloused hands. it dwarfs you more in comparison to bakugou, it makes you scared looking at what it’s made of him as thick slime slides up and down your pretty, blemished skin in ripples.

“don’t scream.” the rasp you’d come so accustomed to, the one that makes your breath hitch every time he speaks, the one that fills you with butterflies despite the roots of fear wrapping around your heart. it’s him, your katsuki. the tendrils of black have peels back from his pretty face, his ruby gem

eyes send a flicker of comfort through your soul.

but then he’s gone again and the dark mask takes over— screaming at you at a pitch close to making your ears bleed, and you’re scared again, close to screaming too. it, pools like an oil slick over your mouth, suffocating you like a bird on the surface of oil laden water…but you like it, even as if claws ironically gently at the insides of your mouth.

“but we like it when she is screaming. katsuki. we are dirty minded.” the creature addresses you, some kind of twisted affection reflecting in the white of its eye.

“venom, i swear to fuck—“

it’s… katsuki’s… venom’s tongue, long and pink darts out to smooth over your face though you quiver, body toppling over with liquid dread. it’s warm, wet and shouldn’t send a spark of lust down your spine making you let out a muffled whimper of confused arousal.

“mouth…breasts…cunt…so many snacks…so little time.” venom pins you against the wall, pouring over you and invading every inch of your shaky frame— smothering you as it slips under your dainty little dress while you squirm about in it’s hold.

eventually, the ink black peels away from your mouth, only when your muted screams die down. “t-this? katsuki? this is what’s gotten into you?” he’s relieved to see that you’re still filled with anger as you gulp in fresh air between ripping him a new one, he’s completely aware of your growing arousal too. “a parasite! you’ve let a fucking parasite take over your body and ruin our engagement night and now—“

venom, is offended, however. “—i am not a parasite!” he growls. “i am venom, and you are mine.”

“ours…fuck, i mean mine.” katsuki comments, but he doubts you can hear him through the layers of teeth venom wears while arguing with the symbiote itself. it’s a back and forth, but even during that your fiancé can practically smell how your cunt drools into your barely-there panties— from fear or desire, he can’t care to tell. you’re so wet, and between dealing with venom and not seeing you during wedding prep, the blonde can’t remember the last time he fucked you good and proper.

it’s been ages, and you look too fucking good tonight.

“we should just take her…katsuki. flood her insides with seed. she is asking for it, like a hunk of meat waiting to be devoured….”

you squirm against venom’s web like hold, “don’t talk about me like i’m not here you piece of shit! give me back katsuki—!”

“her pulse has quickened. she is hungry for us.” the voice of venom roars from inside his head, equally as desperate for you as katsuki is. katsuki, in combination with the symbiote, surges forward to kiss you with greedy lips and to press his saliva covered and syrupy tongue into the heat of your mouth so he can silence you. it’s big, hefty as it fills you up until there’s drool pooling out and sitting on the corner of your pretty lips. “i like her. more.”

and then you moan, it sounds like a symphony as your mouth swells with the thickness of the slimy tongue exploring your throat and rolling over your tongue. “we’ve been neglecting’ you, hah, sweetheart?” bakugou, your fiancé, groans against your spit slicked lips— smiling at the way you choke from his tongue retreating from choking you down your oesophagus. “wanna take care of ya, been letting you work yer ass off f’this weddin’,” venom’s strawberry tongue slithers out again like a snake seeking out its pray, leaving a sloppy trace over your neck as if to taste the salt that shimmers like crystals on your skin.

“i’m getting hungry as well, katsuki.”

they’re both starving for you, depraved of a meal that is your cunt with your panties tucked between swollen folds. “i-if you think…that you can make it up to me.” your speak hoarsely, throat still raw as you pant and catch your breath, “k-katsuki if you think i can forgive you…”

“let us fuck you, baby. i just— we just wanna feel you. c’mon sweetheart, you trust me yeah? y’missed me so much i know,” all three of you feel it, the way your pussy throbs against venom’s beefy and wet thigh from where he’d shoved it snug between the pair of your own.

“d-did… i did. m-miss you, oh fuck!” you stutter out as thick digits belonging to your fiancé— thickened even more by venom, brush against your hip, dip beneath your skirt and panties to glide up and down your pussy. bakugou teases your entrance, scissoring two fingers inside of your warmth while you ooze into the seat of his palm and grind against him with wanton. “fuck me. both of you, p-please kats,” you beg, riding his fingers until they’re pulled out of you, coated in juices.

your body admits it before your brain does— that you’ve missed him, he can tell from how your chest naturally arches into the eager hunting path of katsuki’s mouth. your flavour reads sweetness, like salted caramel due to the sweat on your skin— his, venom’s tongue runs a course down your body, the sweetheart neckline of your dress rough on his taste buds before he drools between the swell of your pretty tits. he leaves trails of saliva every inch of you possible.

a patch is licked down the front of your dress— katsuki barely fighting off sharp teeth desperate to tear through the front of it so he can kiss the softness of your tummy. instead, hands large enough to crush a skull stick to the dips and fat at your waist, the doughy-ness of your darling thighs he’s missed so much.

the black veil of venom peels back as katsuki’s head dips under your flimsy skirt— and he practically moans, huskily at that, upon seeing the crotch of your underwear darker by your ever growing wetness. “must’a really missed me, sweetheart,” a wildfire of lust sweeps over katsuki’s ruby red eyes and he coos deviently, nose nudging against your pulsing clit before venom’s tongue happily comes into play this game of sinful chess. he moves just a touch, mouth pulling wide to split at the sides much like a snake unhinging it’s jaw, and latches onto the entire length of your silken slit. his tongue greedily pokes at your hole from over the soaked material— sucking until your juices stream against his taste buds. you’re like a drug, ecstasy— sending waves of dopamine over katsuki’s brain.

burning desire trickles into bakugou’s bloodstream at an alarming rate, bursting through his veins and shaking about in his lungs at every little whimper that bubbles wetly on your messy lips— these soon turn to gasps, straining for air as if you’re drowning when your fiancé peels back your wet layer of clothing, nearly tearing completely through it with a life threatening talon belonging to venom, so he can expose your hot cunt to the cool air of the bathroom. he laughs, breathless and giddy against your mound before dragging his tongue along it— kitten licking your addictive little core just to see you twitch and writhe against the wall venom has you pinned to.

you’re heaven on earth for a greedy, predatory creature like venom.

but you’re the universe to a regular man like katsuki bakugou.

your cute little clit is his next stop, pointed teeth only just latching onto the pleasure bud before your fiancé rolls it between the two sets until your nose scrunches adorably and your eyes shoot back into your skull. “i think the little human likes this.” venom’s deep voice inches down your spine, hits deep in your core just with its vibrations— and even he is amused with how wet, you’ve become. gushing like a fruitful stream, pouring liquid gold straight into katsuki’s awaiting mouth, down his chin and painting his cheeks until they shine like treasure.

there’s an uneven rise and fall to your chest as you’re fucked by two entities— you can barely breathe between them both, the shapes on your clit and the stickiness of venom catching your juices before they have a chance to run down your thighs. bakugou is lovesick, and so are you— big bambi eyes staring down into his own so earnestly, imploringly. the blonde pushes his tongue past the entrance to your fluttering hole, watching as your stare trembles before flickering to between your legs where you stretch over the fat pink appendage. it’s so big, that it might as well be a fucking cock.

“h-ho’fuck…h’my god…ka’suki…s’too much. too fucking much!” the words feel like cotton in your mouth, slurred over venom’s tentacles and while the world spins on it’s axis around you, you cream around the base of the scorching, spit dripping limb in venom’s mouth as it wriggles inside you— tip writing sinful praises against your gooey walls, languidly stroking your insides and pressing up against pleasure spots that are new to both you and katsuki. big hands grasp at the meat of your ass— the tips of piercing nails marring your skin and spreading you nice and wide, pulling you onto your lover’s face so that you’re practically suffocating him with have no escape for you either, making your hips canter down to meet the thrust of his tongue in and out of you, barely parting from your honeyed sex.

a scream rumbles in the base of your throat as venom’s lengthy, girthy tongue twists against your lush inner-walls, churning up your guts. the symbiote using your partner as a host is quick to think— shoving his slime deep into your mouth again to tame your sacchariferous griping and grousing, the inestimable melody laying flat against the saliva pooling on your own tongue. “quiet sweetheart, can’t make you cum if yer too loud,” bakugou breathes, his voice laden with lust and amusement from watching you ride his tongue like it’s a plump, pretty and veiny dick. “y’gunna cum baby, fuck yes…gush f’me just like that, oh yeah…”

“for us, katsuki.” the beast inside his head reminds your fiancé, his mask coating bakugou’s face once more— easing you into fright once again, one that makes you quiver just right on him, nearly pushing yourself over the edge.

it’s disgustingly delightful how the pink appendage has a mind of its own, acting like your own personal dildo, fucking you good like one and it’s not long before your body succumbs to the mounting pleasure— the taste of an orgasm like honey oozing across your tongue while happy chemicals dance across your brain, accompanied by white noise as you finally get to cum. you’re spiralling, the tip of venom’s…katsuki’s… fuck it. you don’t even care anymore, the tongue brushes against your g-spot hard causing you to clamp down, suffocating your fiancé, and your jaw to goes slack.

you gush as much as water falls, humping pathetically at your fiancé’s face until your entire body is limp and strands of the symbiote have to keep you up and away from katsuki’s eager mouth ( he’s still hungry, happy to clean you up ) where your legs can’t.

venom slowly retreats from your throat too, but your brain doesn’t have time to catch up when he does, for bakugou’s lips replace the heat that your own mouth has lost— pulling you into a frenzied, spit swapping kiss. “‘m not done with ya yet sweetheart,” he laments, lips grazing yours, licking into your open mouth so you get a taste of yourself too. your body bows into katsuki’s, you feel it before you see it, hear it too— the clink of a metal belt, the sticky tap against your stimulated mound from underneath your panties…fiancé’s iron hot cockhead twitching forward and poised to push through your awaiting salacious folds. “venom wants ya so badly, wants me t’make it up to ya…paint yer pretty cunt with my cum.”

the alien matter has crawled back from surrounding your lover’s hips, sitting just beneath his weighty balls, heavy with seed all for you. it’s obvious how painfully hard he is, standing at full mast and the sight makes your mouth water, pupils dilate and a hunger settle in your chest for katsuki, one you haven’t felt for a while. he’d been neglectful, dealing with this venom shit alone when you could’ve been beside him—guiding him through, though you supposed that didn’t matter anymore…seeing as they were both willing to make it up to you now. “our cum. we are going to ruin her…katsuki.” the symbiote growls, making his presence known to you both in the heated, sex scented bathroom stall. “i am going to ruin you.”

underneath his hair, matted to his forehead by perspiration, katsuki’s brows furrow in confusion. “what the fuck are you on about—?” his question falls away into an airy exhale, twisted with a sharp clap against his ass, like skin on skin. “f-fuck…oh fuck….d-damn parasite’s f-fuckin’ m-my ass…” your fiancé’s head drops to the junction between your neck and shoulder, pointed teeth latching onto your saltine skin as venom twists his ink black tendrils into a shape made to ruin katsuki from behind— thrusting sharp into his puckered hole.

“i am not a parasite!” the symbiote snarls, pulling back to pump into your lover again, this time with no mercy on bakugou’s ill prepped and fluttering hole—pressing right up against the blonde’s prostate. the force only has his own hips cantering forward, his cock, wrapped in pretty blue veins bullying it’s way through your swollen pussy lips— dragging back and forth against your overstimulated clit.

the whole ordeal is slimy, hot and steamy— katsuki pressed against you with no room for anything else aside from lust and the doubled down sound of skin clapping against each other. him grinding his shaft into your sweet cunt while venom pounds away at his warm, tight ass. when the symbiote pulls back, bakugou peels his seedy dick from between your selfish folds— clinging onto him by viscid ropes of evidence from your last orgasm while his cockhead smears fat globs of white against your mound.

“my fuckin’ god,” you can feel every twitch of his length between your messy thighs, every throb as venom pushes deeper into katsuki— subsequently pushing his tip against abused and sensitive entrance. “m’baby’s got the prettiest pussy… can’t believe ‘m marryin this fuckin’ pussy… oh god.” he whines, drooling over your shoulder because he can’t keep quiet without pacifying himself on you, bakugou’s venom covered hand descends between your bodies to tap his mushroomed milky tip against your pleasure button a few times, smirking as your body jolts and the oil slick arms of venom spread your pussy lips further apart to watch more of the action ( your throbbing cunt and the pearls of arousal that leak from it ). “can’t believe she’s all fuckin’ ours, hah parasite?”

“no one can have her. only you and i.” he says in response, and your tummy flutters when bakugou repeats it back to you— the possession both he and the alien have over you doing nothing to stop the ticking time bomb of your orgasm building up in your lower tummy again.

to see your future husband with flushed cheeks and vacant eyes as he’s being fucked raw ( by an alien or not ) only serves to turn you on further, pussy drooling and juices slinging between both of your thighs with the back and forth of your humping, sticky noises accompanying your in tune breathless moans that follow one another’s with ‘O’ shaped mouths and end in sloppy kisses.

with your gasped pleas and katsuki’s gruff mewls echoing throughout the bathroom— venom picks up the pace— rocking his dick shaped appendage harder and faster into your fiancé’s ribbed insides, forcing your bodies against each other in a passionate miry dance of nasty, filthy sex. the walls of the bathroom stall creak on their hinges from the force behind venom’s thrusts, jamming hard against katsuki’s prostate which in turn has your rubbing down on his fat dick, faster and faster until all you can hear is the pap, pap, pap of your sexes working with one another.

“want it inside, need you inside! f-fuck yes!” you garble, almost pornogroahically, katsuki’s convulsing creamy cock driving you up the wall insane. “please.”

bakugou presses his forehead to your own , body bouncing forward against yours from the power behind venom’s aggressive pace inside of him while your pebbled nipples brush against each other. “can’t,” he whines with nearly teary ruby eyes, the crystalline droplets already gathered in his lash line like yours. “been gone from the party too long, g’nna cum soon anyways. s-shit!” though you whimper with faux disappointment, you’re not far from release either— the feverishness to either of your movements dragging you by the ankles to another high after all the abuse to your sensitive sex. you find yourself throwing hips down to meet katsuki’s rapid thrusts. his hands fumble for one of your meaty thighs to hook it over his slender, slime covered waist while you grasp at his taut ass to spread him wider, allowing venom to reach deeper spots inside of him.

katsuki shifts, changing the angle of his venom controlled thrusts so that his glistening cockhead breaches your entrance only just— making your eyes roll back for the millionth time that night, your nails sinking into his peachy ass. “‘m right there kats, oh—! right there…” you warn him through gritted teeth.

he tilts head up, tongue licking over the sweat on your Cupid’s bow. “yer cummin’… g’nna cum f’us baby?” you nod rapidly in response, barely standing on the crumbling edge of your orgasm. between that and the alien parasite tearing his ass in two, jammed up on his prostate— dancing in the back of his mind and commanding him to cum… katsuki can’t seem to hold of either. “let go f’me baby, lemme feel it. give it all fuckin’ to me. to us.”

“cum katsuki.”

your body follow’s bakugou’s lead, and he, venoms. “ohh fuck, uhhh shit! ‘m fucking cumming— yeah, yeah. oh yeah…” your fiancé beefs needy and loud, his first spirts of thick white seed barely hitting your cunt before you let out a large wave and gush so hard your release makes a crude slap when ir hits the ground. your panties are soaked through and blood rushes through your ears— all your senses numb to the world except for katsuki using your shaking body to ride out the rest of his high, pouring his release into your soiled panties and against your slit.

you see new colours, new galaxies and universes— everything hitting you so hard you barley have time to comprehend that you’ve just fucked an alien that’s using your fiancé as a host. it still doesn’t register within you as katsuki puts venom away, pulling out from underneath your skirt before he fixes your panties warm with cum snug against you again.

“‘m gonna take ya back to the party sweetheart, we’ll have to talk about this later.” bakugou coos, though you’re both wobbly on your feet as you come down.

it’s so cute that all you can do is nod, seemingly appeased with your fiancé compared to how furious you had been before venom helped fuck you good.

if katsuki had known using the alien as a sex toy would get him out of trouble with you and back into your good books— he would have done it much earlier.

“i will not eat any of the humans here tonight… as long as we are able to ravage your tiny human again…katsuki.” the symbiote promises when bakugou hangs back a few seconds as you slip back into the party— hoping that your sins go unnoticed.

and even if you squint while watching you join your family and friends for the rest of the night, you would notice all of them— the way you stagger on your legs and the shiny marks from venom’s slime decorating them too, leaving a sweet smile on bakugou’s face.

“oh buddy, as long as yer a fuckin’ parasite in my body, we can ravage her like that any day, for the rest of my life.” katsuki boasts proudly.

“for the last time. i am not a parasite!”

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kalims · 1 year

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11:48 PM | malleus draconia

prompt. "you're cute," "what?" "I said you look like a lizard," "..."

something smooth, and cold drips down in between your fingers.

you know you should probably be equally mortified and disgusted by the feeling cause it's like tripping face first in a road full of wet, muddy dirt when you've just finished taking a shower hours prior.

but you're sure your younger self is now seamlessly punching your legs when you're practically the living embodiment of enchanted.

and no, you're not talking about yourself but rather the tall, horned guy rambling on a few distances away from you—smiling at nothing in particular and looking like he's contented with life.

you know you're staring quite rudely but the situation called for it! you're staring, he looks perfect, and great. your ice cream's melting for god's sake!

you yourself are not sure why malleus had agreed to you so easily when you questioned if he wanted to accompany you to the carnival, from what you know he'd choose something... less colorful, and more quiet.

something simple would be the better word for it.

but even when he looks like he's totally out of place with the crowd and the flashing colorful lights shining on his face—man, who cares if you're staring?!

you swallow thickly.

"you're cute."

only then does malleus take notice of the desert he had gotten you minutes ago. it's something he'd like to indulge in but he only had enough for one so he till got it for you one anyways.

slowly, he blinks at your hands, at you before hesitantly speaking. "what?"

you chuckle humorlessly. such little distance between us and you couldn't even hear that, but when you'd called for him in the botanical garden he was there in a flash. figuratively and literally.

"I said you look like a lizard." you cough. before you could even register the complete dumbassery you just committed, malleus is already conversing with a stall owner (who admittedly started to nervously stammer in between words at the sight of his heights and.. other features.)

you watch the melted ice cream drip onto the ground and mourn your loss.

not even a second later he's already standing by close, and wiping off the liquid that had already started to dry, and stick to your skin.

you catch the faint trace of a smile on his face. "how flattering, I was not aware I looked like one even in this form. you have a keen eye." malleus comments. you can feel the embarrassment seep in.

honestly you were just gonna say he looked like a fruit but that just didn't make sense.

... but to an outsiders that sounded like it held less sense more.

he exhales and you hold your breath. "I thank you, child of man." he spares you a kind smile. "I think you're quite beautiful yourself.

note. I be writing for malleus every second of the day help, it's a disease now

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bruisedboys · 1 year

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Knives out: ∗ 63﹕ sender is found by receiver sleeping in receiver’s bed . With James Potter

Congratulations on 3k, you deserve so much more though! Love you and your work! 🥰

thank you baby! love u endless amounts xx

summary: james finds you in his bed after rugby training

fem!reader 0.8k words

James gets home from rugby training and sees your shoes on his shoe rack. He blinks. Your black converse with the red hearts, sitting amongst his sneakers and dress shoes.

He grins. He’s happy you’ve let yourself in. Happy you’ve used the key he always urges you to use when you want to turn up unannounced. He just feels bad he wasn’t here to welcome you.

“Y/N?” He calls quietly. He doesn’t want to scare you though you’ve probably heard the front door open.

You don’t answer. He hears the gentle thrum of the dishwasher and follows it to the kitchen, hoping to find you there. It’s empty. And clean, he realises. Cleaner than he’d left it before training. All the mugs in their place, new fruit in the fruit bowl, his dishes from yesterday and this morning done and drip-drying on the bench.

He ventures into the living room and finds it just as empty but also just as clean. You’ve even put flowers on the coffee table.

The last place to check is his bedroom. He pushes the door open and feels like he’s been punched in the gut.

There you are. In his bed, on his side. Fast asleep, you’re lying on your stomach, one arm bent at the elbow and the other stretched out next to your face. The sheets bunch up around your lower back, your hair fanning out over his pillows. You look very comfortable.

James tries to be as quiet as possible as he puts down his bag near his dresser, and then tiptoes over the carpet so he can sit on the bed next to you. Up close you look even lovelier. Half of your face all squished into the pillow. Your lips parted as your breaths come deep and heavy. Your back rising and falling slowly. Eyelashes kissing the skin under your eyes.

He tries not to touch you, he really does. But you’re just so pretty, practically begging to be touched. It’s hardly his fault.

He drags his fingers over your cheek, down your jaw. Your skin is as soft as it looks. You smell like honey and lavender. Sweet. He’s about to lean over and kiss your cheek when you stir. Your mouth twitches and you heave a deep breath through your nose.

“S’that you, James?” You murmur. Your lips stretch into this soft smile that makes James’ heart hurt. He doesn’t feel so bad for waking you up as he should.

“Yeah, it’s me,” he says, cupping your jaw with his palm, his fingers planted behind your ear, roaming into your hair. “Sorry for waking you up, lovely.”

You blink yourself awake slowly. Your eyes appear and James feels a hundred times more lovesick than he already was. You roll onto your back, then look up at him and beam.

“Hi,” you say, your tone bright but your voice rough. You ignore his last comment. He’s pretty sure you don’t mind being woken up. Not when it’s by him.

“Hi, baby,” James says back, equally fond and twice as lively.

You sit up with an aching groan and James thinks he should move to make space for you but he doesn’t want to. He stays right where he is, and when you sit up your chest presses against his arm. You’re warm. You take the position to your advantage and hook your chin over his shoulder.

“I missed you,” you say, your lips right near the skin behind his ear. James can’t help the shiver that runs down his back as your lips graze over his skin. You smile like you know how much you affect him.

“I missed you more,” he says, argumentative. He turns his head so your lips are in line and kisses you sweetly. You’re warm and soft and you smell so lovely. He’s sure he doesn’t smell as good as you do. Probably like grass and sweat. He should take a shower.

When he pulls away the words are already on his lips. “You didn’t have to clean my house, you know,” he tells you. He reaches down to grab your hand and weave your fingers together. He wants to have you this close forever.

You huff, your eyes on your joint hands. “Yeah, I did. I wanted to do something nice for you. Surprise you when you got home.”

James grins. “Consider me surprised,” he says, craning his neck to dot a kiss to the top of your head. “Thank you, angel.”

You twist so you can look up at him, a smile stretching across your lips. James is only mildly surprised when you steal your hand away to wheedle both your arms around him in a hug, awkward in its position but nothing short of utterly fond. James slides his hand up your back and into your hair.

You squeeze his waist tight. “You’re welcome, Jamie.”

James thinks he might cry from how much he loves you.

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ultrone · 3 months

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seven minutes in heaven !

you join a 'spin the bottle' game at a party and get paired up with shauna ҂ smut & fluff; enemies to lovers, making out, dry humping, cum-filled strap-on use, choking. . .﹙5.1k wc﹚

the dim glow of fairy lights strung across lottie’s backyard cast a warm, golden hue over the party. the yellowjackets had won an important game the day before, and as usual, lottie’s parents were out of town, so there was no hesitation about throwing a party to celebrate the win.

you leaned against the wooden fence, holding a red plastic cup filled with something that tasted like a fruit punch spiked with some sort of liquor. you weren't exactly sure what was in it, but you were certain that more than half of the cup was pure alcohol.

your peace was interrupted by an all-too-familiar optimistic voice. "y/n! i've been looking for you," jackie said, grabbing you by the arm and dragging you away from your cozy corner.

"what are you doing?" you asked the blonde girl as she pulled you inside the house.

"we're playing a game," she said with excitement.

"don’t tell me it’s spin the bottle," you groaned as you saw people gathering around.

“come on, y/n, don't make that face,” jackie said, “maybe tonight's your lucky night,” she added with a wink, making you chuckle.

"alright, everyone! time to play!" she declared, ushering everyone into the living room. of course, she wasn’t going to play, being in a relationship with jeff. however, her nosy ass always wanted to be in charge of spinning the bottle—and potentially ruining people’s nights, you thought.

in no time, a group of people started sitting in a circle right in front of you. you noticed a bunch of yellow and blue bomber jacket owners gathering around. it was sort of a tradition that after every winning game, if there was a party, the yellowjackets would wear their bomber jackets all night to stand out. the owners of the bomber jackets in the circle were lottie, shauna, melisa, and surprisingly, laura lee. there were other people from school as well, including randy. hesitantly, you sat down between melisa and some random guy.

jackie took the bottle, giving it a vigorous spin. as the bottle spun and slowed down, its neck pointed straight at randy. then, after another spin, it landed on avery, one of the cutest seniors. a big smile lit up randy’s face, and you could practically feel his eagerness from a mile away. however, avery, with tousled hair and captivating, smoky eyes, shot randy a look of disgust. you could tell she wasn't too thrilled. unaware of the girl's reaction, randy stood up, all pumped and ready to head to the closet. you couldn't help but stifle a chuckle, and you noticed shauna letting out a relieved sigh.

"enjoy yourself," lottie teased, giving avery's shoulder a pat, to which she responded by rolling her eyes.

as they made their way to the downstairs closet, jackie spoke to the rest of the group. "okay, guys, brainstorm! what if we send two pairs at a time? it'll make things go quicker," she suggested, and everyone seemed to be on board.

“great!” she exclaimed before giving the bottle another spin. this time, though, it landed on you. jackie couldn't hide her excitement; she suppressed her smile and playfully wiggled her eyebrows up and down. “i wonder who the lucky winner will be,” she said before giving it another spin.

the bottle spun again, and you felt your heart sink as it stopped at shauna. you saw her face turn pale, and then red with annoyance. she glared at you as if you had somehow rigged the game.

jackie clapped her hands and squealed. “oh my god, this is perfect! the two most unlikely people to ever hook up.”

"this is gonna be interesting," lottie remarked with a smirk.

jackie seized both of your arms and whisked you towards the stairs. “come on, you two, don’t be shy! it’s just a game, have some fun!” she urged, but your attention was fixated on the irksome sound of laughter and cheering from the others.

you tried to resist, but jackie was too strong and excited. she pushed you and shauna into the upstairs closet and slammed the door behind you. you heard her shout, “seven minutes, starting now!” before her footsteps faded away.

you and shauna stood in the dark, facing each other. you could barely see her outline, but you could feel her hostility. you heard her snort and say, “this is ridiculous. i’m not going to waste my time with you.” she added, “just stay away from me and don’t touch me.”

you retorted, “fine by me. i don’t want anything to do with you either. you’re the last person i would ever kiss.”

she scoffed dismissively. "that's good then. it would be a waste anyway." her words carrying more weight than you anticipated.

shauna leaned against the wall, arms crossed. following suit, you leaned on the opposite side, feeling the bitter tension lingering in the air. you stood in silence for a moment, listening to the faint sounds of partying from below. you both felt uncomfortable, but neither was willing to break the silence.

then, she sighed. “you’re very annoying,” she muttered under her breath.

"you're not exactly a breeze yourself," you shot back. "not to mention stubborn as hell and fucking rude," you added, unable to restrain yourself.

her lips curled into an exasperated smile. "at least i don't act like i'm too good for everybody. you're the most stuck-up person i've ever met."

“well, at least i don't live under my best friend’s shadow. when we go downstairs, we should ask jackie for your daily dose of croquettes, you fucking lapdog.”

her eyes narrowed and she glared at you for a moment. “what was that?” she asked with a slight growl in her voice.

you stood your ground. “i said that you're a lapdog, bitch,” you enunciated each word with a sharp edge, your frustration boiling over.

shauna's eyes flashed with anger as she lunged forward, grabbing your shirt and forcefully pushing you against the drawer behind you. her hand moved up to your throat, putting just enough pressure to make it hard to breathe. attempting to pull away, you realized she was stronger than you anticipated. her face hovered inches from yours, her gaze intense, as if daring you to make a move.

before you knew it, you were gripping her wrist and pulling her tight against you. she tried to resist but you didn't let up. the closeness of her body, the heat of her breath, was making you light-headed. the smell of her perfume was intoxicating. your breath was short and hard as you stared into her eyes, and you couldn't help but wonder what would happen if you kissed her.

“don't look at me like that,” she breathed, her voice low and hoarse. you noticed that she was blushing ever so slightly.

"like what?" you whispered back, your breath tickling her skin, making her feel hot and flustered.

"like you want me," she mumbled quietly, a hint of uncertainty in her voice, her breath teasing your skin.

“who said i did?” you replied nonchalantly, trying to resist the urge to lean in and press your lips against her.

she leaned in slightly closer, her lips just a few centimetres from yours and whispered, “i know you want to.” a few seconds passed in uneasy silence as the tension built between the two of you, the heat from her hand on your neck making you weak.

"fuck it," you muttered under your breath, finally giving in and pressing your lips against hers.

her eyes fluttered shut as you made contact, responding to your kiss as if her life depended on it. she slid her hands to the sides of your face, her fingers threading through your hair and holding you against her. the kiss was bruising and intense as your hearts pounded against each other. your hands found their way to the small of her back, drawing her nearer as you lightly nibbled on her lower lip. it felt like an eternity before you pulled away, both of your breaths laboured, foreheads resting against each other.

“i fucking hate you,” you whispered, peering into her eyes, her grip on your face still firm.

“i hate you more,” she murmured back, almost petulantly, before pulling you into another passionate kiss.

as your lips melded together, she smoothly moved her hands down to your waist, skillfully guiding you to perch on top of the drawer. almost instinctively, you parted your legs, coaxing her to stand right between them. her hands travelled up to your upper thighs, gripping them firmly as her lips trailed a path along your neck, planting open-mouthed kisses all the way to the sensitive skin beneath your ear.

every fibre of your being screamed to touch her, to feel her everywhere. in a desperate attempt to do so, your fingers instinctively traced the outline of her jeans' waistband, gripping it and pulling her closer while wrapping your legs around her. a soft moan escaped your lips as you felt a bulge pressing against your center.

sensing your arousal, she seized one of your wrists, guiding it to her bulge, placing your hand directly over it and giving a good squeeze. "you like that?" she husked, a smirk playing at her lips. you could only respond with a breathless sigh.

encouraged by your reaction, she returned her hands to your upper thighs, holding them even more firmly as she pulled you against her bulge with deliberate, slow motions against your clothed center.

“mmh-” you moaned as you slid your hands under her shirt, fingers digging into her toned abdomen, leaving marks as you held on tight.

her lips captured yours once again, in a slower but equally intense kiss as before. the rhythm of her hips matched the pace of the kiss, her movements deliberate yet forceful against you. as your left fingertips continued to graze her abdomen, your right hand began to tease her chest, slipping beneath her bra. a soft groan escaped her lips at the contact, sending vibrations against your mouth.

growing a little desperate, she paused for a moment, eliciting a groan from you. sliding her hands to your waistline, she started unbuttoning and unzipping your jeans. equally eager, you assisted her by shedding your jeans and letting them cascade to the floor. at the same time, she undid her own jeans, allowing them to pool around her ankles, revealing her standing in nothing but dark red boxers, a strap peeking out.

drawing closer again, she didn't immediately resume her previous movements. instead, she lowered her face and gently rested her left temple against your cheek, her gaze fixated on the silhouette of your lower body.

her hands found a resting place on your thighs, softly caressing the spots where she had left gripping red marks just moments ago. each warm breath against the side of your neck intensified the pulsating sensation at your center. slowly, her hands traveled upward, reaching the hem of your panties, fingers slipping beneath. her index finger played with the fabric, pulling and letting it slap against your skin. the sound echoed slightly denser than cotton, catching her attention. as her fingers lingered against your pelvis, she slowly traced her thumb across the warmth and moisture of your clothed center.

“fuck, you’re so wet…” she whispered against your skin, her eyebrows furrowing, almost whimpering at the thought of being responsible of turning you on like this.

unconsciously, your hips began to move, your center yearning for more than just a lingering touch, but she held back. in your desperation, you pressed her against you with your legs, a sudden move that prompted her to place her hand on the wall for balance. she chuckled at your desperation, and you moaned at the contact of her hard length flush against your wetness.

"okay, okay," she said with a smirk, yielding to your silent pleas as she planted a small kiss on your cheek.

her fingers deftly slid to the hem of your panties, pulling them down and letting them join your discarded jeans. following suit, she lowered her boxers, allowing them to fall gracefully to her ankles.

her body drew closer to yours once more, but this time, one of her hands held her cock, while the other rested on your hip, unconsciously caressing your skin with her thumb. you felt yourself melting into another kiss, her mouth was warm, but her tongue was even hotter, exploring every inch of your mouth.

your breath hitched as you felt the tip of her strap tracing circles around your clit, and a loud groan escaped you as she rubbed her length against your wet folds, maintaining its stiffness with her grip.

“just put it in already,” you pleaded, the sensations in your core becoming too overwhelming to bear.

shauna's lips curled into a sly smile as she met your gaze. "good things come to those who wait," she quipped as her mouth found its way back to yours once again.

“whatever, shakespeare,” you breathed out as she continued to tease you, her length slipping against you due to your wetness.

“that was actually violet fane, a british au—”

“yeah, yeah, shut the fuck up,” you groaned, annoyed at the teasing. you couldn't take it anymore, you slapped her hand away, taking her girth in your hand, surprising her and causing her to lose her balance once more. pulling her closer by it, you aligned her tip with your entrance. she smirked, finding your sudden dominance hot, and she didn't stop you as you used your legs to push her against you, feeling her cock slowly entering and stretching your walls.

your head fell back as she bottomed out inside you, her strap-on so large that you could feel it pressing against your cervix. you slid your hands to her shoulders, gripping her tightly, and she hugged you by the waist, so close that you could feel each other's heartbeats. shauna's fingers wrapped around your hair, gently tugging your face to the side and exposing your soft neck to her mouth. she traced her lips down your neck, her tongue exploring your skin with each kiss. her breaths brushed along your skin as she nibbled at your earlobe and planted teasing little bites along your jawline. with her other hand firmly on your hip, she slowly shifted her hips back and then bottomed out again, falling into a steady rhythm. a soft groan escaped her lips as she felt the strap's rigid back massaging her throbbing clit.

your eyebrows furrowed, and soft moans escaped your lips, lost in the intoxication of her kisses and the steady friction of her length against your tight walls. your hands tightened their grip around her toned shoulders.

shauna lifted her face from your slightly swollen and moist neck, peering into your half-lidded eyes. “you okay?” she asked with tenderness, her voice low and raspy, her fingers gently caressing the side of your head.

"look at you, who would've thought that all you needed to become a softie was to get laid,” you teased, meeting her gaze and sliding your hands from her shoulders to around her neck, biting down a smile.

she breathed out a chuckle, rolling her eyes. “i’m not a softie, i was just being nice,” she grunted while slowing down her movements.

“i know, i’m just fucking with you,” you said, “i’m okay,” you added, giving her a soft smile to let her know you appreciated her concern.

just as she was resuming her rhythm, you both were interrupted by a glimpse of movement through the slight slit of the closet door. someone was walking past. a moment of frozen silence passed as you both tried to remain still. the person's footsteps faded as they continued down the stairs. you breathed out softly and relaxed, exchanging a glance with shauna.

“shit, that was close,” she whispered, exhaling sharply and slowly letting go of your hair, her other hand still resting gently on your hip.

"yeah, too close," you murmured quietly. “let's just stay silent,” you suggested.

“good luck with that,” she replied cheekily before giving you a quick kiss on the lips. she moved both hands down to the middle of your thighs, opening your legs wide and holding them in that position with her palms.

with her thick cock still inside you, but unmoving, she teasingly slid one of her hands towards your center and started to slowly toy with and pinch your swollen clit with her thumb.

“oh, fu—” you began, but she quickly hushed you with her lips, giving you a deep, bruising tongue kiss.

her calloused thumb continued drawing incessant circles around your throbbing nub. by the time your legs started twitching, indicating your urge to close them together, she swiftly returned her hand to its original position on your thigh, keeping them wide open, and began thrusting into you with harsh movements.

despite the tightness of your walls, her cock slid smoothly in and out, coated with your abundant wetness. her hot center pulsed with each firm thrust, pressing against her clitoris. she penetrated you so deeply that you could almost see your belly skin pushing from the outside. each time her tip pushed onto your sensitive spot, your eyes rolled back, and both your moans were muffled by her tongue, which melted against yours.

your arms were wrapped so tightly around her neck that you were almost choking her, your lungs desperate for air but unwilling to let go of her. she momentarily let go of your legs, lifting the white shirt under her flannel and tucking half of it behind her head to keep it out of the way. resuming her rapid thrusts, you could now feel the toned skin of her lower abdomen slapping against your clitoris with each motion.

“enjoying yourself?” she asked breathlessly with a half-smile, her mouth finding its way back to yours once more.

you could only manage a muffled response, unable to form words. you placed your hands under her bra and began to play with her nipples, squeezing her breasts as you pinched them between your fingers.

“mmh– that feels good,” she husked out, prompting you to pinch her nipples even harder. her movements started to get sloppy, but it felt so good that she was trying her hardest not to cum yet. she removed her hands from your thighs, instead, holding you closer by resting one hand against the top of the drawer next to your thigh, and the other one pushing you closer by wrapping it around your lower back.

you tried to help her by matching her rhythm, moving your hips against hers. sliding your hands to her back, you held her by the shoulder blades for stability. once you had a good grip, you increased your pace against her.

nuzzling her face against the crook of your neck, she maintained her relentless pace. the room echoed with the sounds of her grunts and the slapping of skin as she pounded as hard as she could. it didn't take long before both of you reached climax. with one final, deep thrust, you felt her faux white cum filling you up, and you both rode out your orgasms together. she softly collapsed on top of you, her weight keeping you pressed against the drawer.

loosening your strong hold on her shoulders, you now held her gently as both of you caught your breath.

after a few moments of silence, she gently disengaged from the embrace and stood upright. "we should probably get back now…" she said, her voice still a little hoarse from all the grunting.

“right,” you replied softly. with that, you slowly got up, stretching out the discomfort in your hips and back. you both dressed in silence and once you were both finished, shauna opened the closet door, motioning for you to go out first.

“looks like chivalry isn’t dead,” you joked awkwardly, making her smile.

the both of you made your way downstairs, and she couldn’t help but notice the way you walked, slowly and a little clumsily, causing her to chuckle. upon reaching the bottom, a round of applause greeted you, courtesy of lottie, van, and nat, who were comfortably seated on the couches directly in front of you.

“and now,” van declared, her red cup serving as an improvised megaphone, “i present to everyone the official champions of seven minutes in heaven!” she glanced at lottie, who was busy checking her watch. “breaking the previous record of…” van paused dramatically.

“forty-five minutes and thirty-eight seconds,” lottie declared, raising her eyebrows in genuine surprise.

you rolled your eyes at them, trying to hold back the smile tugging at your lips. “like you didn’t sit in that circle just to get into laura lee’s celibate ass pants,” you retorted to lottie.

“fine,” lottie admitted with a grin, “but let’s not forget who willingly spent over half an hour in the closet with their mortal nemesis,” she defended herself.

van, still using her red cup as a makeshift megaphone, leaned forward with a mischievous grin. "so, shauna, was it everything you dreamed of, or should we recommend a more skilled partner next time?"

shauna narrowed her eyes slightly at van's playful snark. in the past, she would’ve likely scoffed and rolled her eyes in response, but now, there was a hint of amusement lurking behind them.

"she was okay," she replied nonchanlantly, a smirk on her face as she shot a teasing glance at you. "she's not so bad when she keeps her mouth shut," she joked, making everyone laugh in surprise.

“okay,” you interjected, feeling a bit sheepish with a blush on your face, “i’m heading to the kitchen for some water,” you announced before striding away.

you heard van's voice crackle on with her red cup, "we want all the details later!" she shouted, causing the whole group to burst into laughter, making you grin with embarrassment.

as you made your way towards the kitchen, the party noise faded into the background. you grabbed a glass of water, and while you took a much-needed sip, you heard footsteps approaching.

shauna joined you by the sink, grabbing a glass of water and taking a sip before turning to look at you. her eyes met yours and lingered for a moment before she spoke.

"so," she began as she leaned against the counter, “jeff’s taking jackie home tonight. do you need a lift home?” she asked, her big eyes staring at you attentively.

“oh, don’t worry about it,” you stammered nervously, “i can just tag along with lottie or tai.”

“i don’t mind, really,” she insisted, her dark eyes lingering on your lips before meeting your gaze again. you felt your heart pounding in your chest. the way she was looking at you was making it hard to think straight, and your body was getting all warm and tingly.

“well–“ you began, but before you knew it, she approached you and gently took hold of your chin. drawing you closer, her lips met yours. they were tender yet firm, and your breath was steady as you whispered, “i wouldn’t mind either.”

you allowed her to lead the kiss, her tongue making deliberate moves between your lips. her hands cradled the back of your head, fingers entwining in your hair as she drew her body closer to yours.

a soft whimper escaped you, arms wrapping around her waist. the heat inside you intensified as your bodies pressed together. her tongue explored your mouth, breath growing heavy as she tugged at the hem of your shirt. shauna lifted her leg slightly, wrapping her thigh around yours to pull you even closer. urgency filled her movements, her pulse quickening, and her breath became shallow. suddenly, she pulled away, looking up. “maybe we should go,” she whispered, her breath catching momentarily as her heart thumped against her chest.

“yeah, we should,” you mumbled, still dazed by the intensity of the kiss. your brain was foggy, struggling to process what had just happened.

exiting the party, the two of you strolled towards the car. shauna opened the front seat’s door and motioned for you to get in. you took a quick glance at the other guests, but luckily, none of your friends seemed to be paying attention to you two. you climbed into the passenger seat, and shauna closed the door behind you.

it was quiet inside the car, only shauna’s soft music played. she glanced your way from time to time, a teasing glint in her big eyes. you couldn’t help but notice her gaze, and a smile crept across your face as your heart beat faster. each exchange seemed to thicken the air, causing your cheeks to burn.

approaching your destination, shauna slowed down. the road became dark outside the car, the streetlights casting a dim glow over the pavement, which turned into the driveway. she brought the car to a halt and turned to face you. you sat there, waiting for her to say something, but neither one of you spoke. her big dark eyes were fixed on yours, her expression soft and curious.

"um, so…" you mumbled, looking down for a moment before meeting her gaze again. “thanks for the ride,” you said.

"yeah, anytime," she replied softly, her eyes lingering on yours a moment longer before refocusing on the road ahead. taking a deep breath, she cleared her throat, adjusting her grip on the wheel as you reached for the door handle.

"wait," shauna intervened before you could open the door. gently grabbing your arm, she turned you towards her. warm eyes locked onto yours, and her breath seemed to catch as she sought the right words. you couldn't help but notice the soft, delicate features of her face and the way her eyes seemed to glimmer with affection. "i was wondering…" she began, her voice soft and unsure. the tension in the air heightened as her words hung there. "can i call you sometime?" her voice was barely a whisper, and her gaze seemed shy.

"i- yeah, of course," you replied softly, feeling your heart skip a beat as you gave her a soft smile. you had never imagined this kind of interaction with her, but now that it was happening, it felt right.

"how about this weekend?" she asked with a hopeful smile.

"yeah, i'd like that," you responded, giving her a gentle nod. shauna's face lit up, and she gently squeezed your hand before unlocking the car doors.

exiting the car, you bid shauna goodnight and made your way into your house, the sound of her car fading as you closed the front door behind you. racing upstairs, you burst into your room and leaped onto your bed, burying your face in the pillow.

you lay there for a few minutes with our heart was racing, feeling butterflies fluttering all over as you replayed the night’s events in your head.

finally, you rolled over onto your back, allowing yourself a moment to catch your breath. however, your peace was soon interrupted by a tapping sound at your window.

you sat up immediately, surprised by the sudden noise. you cautiously walked toward it to check what it was.

as you got closer to the window, you could see shauna, leaning against the fence below it, her hands stuffed in the pockets of her jacket. you noticed that her face was upturned to your direction, eyes fixed on you, her breath fogging the glass.

without thinking twice, you scrambled to open the window. "what are you doing here?" you asked, meeting her eyes.

for a moment, she didn't respond, her cheeks flushed and her breathing steadying. yet, her gaze remained focused on you, and her mouth had curled into a small smile. "i wanted to see you one more time before the night is over," she answered, her voice soft. "mind if i come up?" she added.

you replied instantly, "yeah, sure, come on up."

as she climbed the exterior walls of your house, you took a deep breath and opened the window wide enough for her to enter. upon reaching the window frame, she met your gaze, your faces inches apart.

"you could have just knocked on the front door, you know?" you teased, biting down a smile.

shauna shrugged, feeling a little embarrassed. "can't a girl be romantic anymore?" she quipped with a smirk.

"oh, is that what this is?" you mocked, giving her a teasing look. "you breaking into my window in the middle of the night? romantic would’ve been knocking on the front door with flowers."

"i don't know, climbing up the building, clinging to a fence, and sneaking into your window seemed pretty romantic to me," shauna replied with a smirk, her hands gripping the window edges.

"shauna, i live in a one-story house," you chuckled softly.

"well, my point still stands," she playfully retorted, rolling her eyes at you. "and your windows are abnormally high, my arms are aching," she added.

“oh, sorry,” you said, stepping aside for her to enter.

"it’s fine," she replied, stepping inside. however, her footing slipped, and she tumbled onto you, sending both of you into laughter as you landed on the floor.

you sensed her warm breath near your neck, her hair gently brushing against your face. your bodies were close, and her arms wrapped around your waist. you couldn't help but notice how close she was, and how good she felt against you. her deep eyes looked up at you, her lips forming a slight smile. gazing back at her, you timidly slid your hand across the floor until it found hers, intertwining your fingers. she locked her hands with yours, and both of you held the gaze for what seemed like an eternity.

"can i kiss you?" she whispered, her eyes searching yours for the answer.

your heart raced, and your blood rushed through your veins.

"yes," you replied softly, and she leaned in, placing her hands on your cheeks as her lips met yours.

your lips parted as she kissed you softly, her lips tender and soft. it was nothing like the fierce way she had kissed you at the party. her tongue explored your mouth with deft and practiced movements, and as you pulled her closer, she leaned into you, holding you tightly.

as you pulled away, your lips were aching to feel her again. “stay the night?” you asked her.

her soft, dark eyes locked onto yours, her breath quickened and her cheeks flushed slightly. you held each other's gaze until she finally spoke.

"i’d love that."

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ONE LAST TIME

PAIRING. ex bf!heeseung x afab!reader

SYNOPSIS. a simple game of seven minutes in heaven leads to a realization that you want one last time with him.

WARNINGS. contains smut! MINORS DNI. handjob, fingering, protected car sex, more plot than porn with lots of wanting, some fluff and angst. a bittersweet ending. 5k words.

“Hey, are you sure you’re down to go?” your friend Nari murmured just loud enough to catch your attention. You take off your headphones and turn around before you were able to find the perfect dress to wear for the party.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you questioned with shrugged shoulders as you tried to laugh. A low exhale left Nari’s mouth before she spoke, “Heeseung’s gonna be there,” she mentions.

Your brows quirked at the bombshell, not expecting your ex’s name to be spoken in your room after a whole year. “Heeseung’s in town?” You asked while turning back to your closet to rummage through your clothes once again.

It was an odd feeling having his name roll easily off your tongue after not saying it in a long time.

“Yeah, he’s been here since last week. How did you not know?”

An actual laugh was then let out from your mouth. “Because I don’t keep up with him,” you uttered with a scoff, “and I don’t bother to.”

Nari noticed your agitated expression and response to the current topic of your ex. “Sorry to bring him up,” she said with an apologetic tone.

“It's okay,” you responded with a closed-mouth smile after picking out a tight black dress. You dreaded the idea of possibly running into him or being in the same room.

“Do you think Jay will like this perfume?” your lovely friend snapped you out of your thoughts.

You inhaled the scent in the air, “he’ll love it.”

—

It was like invitations to parties arrived on your doorstep every week by how often you were invited, thanks to your friends who were very sociable and their good looks as they claimed.

You began to enjoy attending parties after your breakup because it was an excuse for you to get fucked up. Honestly, you were sociable as well.

Wearing the tight black dress that hugged your body well, you were in the kitchen pouring a drink. A red liquid in your cup, fruit punch mixed with alcohol traveled down your throat as the thought of him wandered in your mind.

Having the same friend circle, of course, you knew that you would see him again. You just didn’t know and weren’t prepared that today would be that day. As if your racing heart couldn’t race any faster, it was like everything played out to be on cue.

“Y/N,” a familiar voice rings out in between the bass thumps of the music. You turn your head at the calling of your name and your heart skips a beat when the boy in your direction begins to walk over. He's wearing a black hoodie and leather jacket with tight jeans; his hair parted to the side to reveal his forehead. It's only been a year but he looked so different — more handsome even.

The rest of your drink was downed and gone as you watched him approach you. “Hi,” you managed to say when he was now standing before you. The cup in your hand began to feel slippery by sweaty palms when he tilted his eyes to meet yours.

“I didn’t know you were back in town.”

Heeseung smiled widely, possibly due to your statement which sounded like a lie. “Yeah, I got back last week,” he scratched his head. That fucking smile you mentally cursed.

“I actually leave tomorrow night,” he said while nodding. You unknowingly nod along with him.

You needed another drink. It seemed too awkward and you were feeling things that you shouldn’t. “Want a drink?” you offered Heeseung before walking to the area that had all of the alcohol and pouring yourself another mix of what you had minutes ago.

“Please, I’ll take one,” he murmured with a tone that sounded too sensual to your ears. You quietly swallowed, getting rid of your dry throat while making Heeseung’s drink. Your movements were tense and evidently stiff when you sensed him standing behind you.

It was either the drink you had or your mind playing games when all you could feel is this unknown familiar tension between you two. You weren’t sure if he could feel it too.

After making the drink, you give it to him and watch as he takes a sip before nodding in satisfaction. It was silent as you both dozed off, listening to people chattering and the music loudly playing throughout the house.

“How are you?” Heeseung asked after a few people went in and out of the kitchen. It was surprising how you both stood still in your positions and didn’t leave despite the moment of stillness and silence.

“Hm?” you shot your head up and hummed. “Oh, I'm doing good and staying busy with school,” you tell him with a nod of your head.

"How are you?" you ask in return before he could respond to your previous answer. The corner of his lips turned upward, "I'm also staying busy with school."

"How is it over there?" you blurted out before taking a sip of your drink. You've always wondered how he was doing 800 miles away. At your question, Heeseung mirrored your action by taking a sip of his drink, then he chugged it.

You carefully trained your eyes as he began to make himself his own drink. "Everything's new, but I like it," he said while mixing the two liquids exactly how you did. You noticed that he paid attention to every detail, paid attention to you.

Backtracking to his words, you couldn’t think of anything else to say. He seemed to enjoy his life far away. You were happy for him but weren’t exactly thrilled. The feeling of bitterness that took time to get rid of still lingered.

When Heeseung finished making the concoction, he raised his cup in the air after taking a sip. A stupid grin formed on his face pushing your thoughts away and you giggle at his pride.

"I need your help with the keg,” suddenly a voice behind you pleaded. You turned around to see Sunghoon glaring at you, then at Heeseung who leaned against the kitchen countertop. A blank expression appeared on Sunghoon’s face until the middle of his brows creased, catching sight of you and Heeseung in the same room.

Assuming that Sunghoon asked for your help, you nod before taking one last look at Heeseung. He was swirling the mixture around in his cup before meeting your eye contact. "I'll see you, Heeseung." A smile was let out too forcefully.

"See you, Y/N."

That was the last conversation with Heeseung until he leaves tomorrow, and possibly forever, you thought. Your heart wanted to say much more for reasons that were obvious, but also oblivious to you. At the same time, your mind was smart enough to remind you that you guys are exes for a reason. It simply didn't work out.

“What do you need help with?” you asked Sunghoon after following him outside. Sunghoon stood in front of two kegs and stared at them, “Do you know how to tap a keg?” You loudly sighed at his genuine, confused face, “Did no one teach you?” He shook his head.

You grabbed a cup before taking the valve of the keg in your hand, “It’s a new keg so you don't need to pump it,” you tell Sunghoon as he carefully watches. “Just push down this valve and the beer should pour out.”

The beer indeed pours out into the cup and Sunghoon laughs out loud which almost startles you. “What's so funny?” you laugh with him. “That was so fucking easy,” he said like he was embarrassed that he had to ask for your help.

“I’m surprised no one taught you,” you teased. Sunghoon rolled his eyes before turning the valve of the keg and pouring himself beer. You were about to leave after giving Sunghoon a lesson when he spoke, “I’m surprised that you and Heeseung were in the same room.”

“What do you mean? We’re friends,” you say while a gust of cold air hits your blistering, warm cheeks. Sunghoon tucked his lips and raised a brow. Did he not believe you?

“We told you guys that we ended on good terms, right?” You remember explaining the breakup.

“Yeah, it’s just,” he paused, “Nari told us you didn’t know that he was in town.”

“Call us acquaintances then,” you said seriously. At that, Sunghoon laughed again. You weren’t intentionally trying to make him laugh but the thought of you and Heeseung being back to square one as acquaintances seemed amusing to him. “There’s no hard feelings between Heeseung and I. We’re civil,” you simply explained.

“Alright, well we’re gonna play games soon and Nari’s looking for you so you should see what’s up.” Sunghoon dropped the subject.

Walking back into the house, you scan your eyes for Nari but she was nowhere to be found. Interesting. Disappoint hits, realizing that you were also looking for a certain someone who was too, nowhere to be found.

Luckily, you went upstairs and passed by the bedrooms to find Nari in one of them. She was fixing her makeup in a brightly lit room.

“Where’d you go?”

“I ran into Heeseung,” you said, watching Nari’s eyes go wide as she twisted the cap of her lip gloss closed. “Was it awkward?” She faced you.

“Very,” you dramatically nodded, “but not too awkward that I had to run out of the room.” Nari narrowed her eyes, quickly understanding you in spite of how intoxicated you think she is.

“What’d you guys talk- oh, hold on,” she was interrupted by her phone ringing. “It’s Jay,” she whispered and you glared with your lips turning into a smug smile, making her eyes roll.

You watch as Nari nods her head and replies with a few ‘okay’s’ until she says ‘bye’ then hangs up. “He said to come into the living room. Apparently we’re going to play games?”

Sunghoon indeed mentioned games but didn't mention what type. Hopefully it was just a friendly game of beer pong.

“Tell me what you guys talked about later,” Nari insisted as you both walked down the stairs. She was still curious to know. Entering the living room, you noticed a few people talking to each other and your friend group standing in the middle. Yes, Lee Heeseung who is apart of your friend group is here too. Not that you complained.

“Okay everyone’s here,” Jake blurted out as soon as you and Nari walked up to your friends. You watch as the other people gather in the middle of the room, while also avoiding Heeseung and the possibility of making eye contact with him.

Turning your attention back to Jake, who you thought was going to talk again, you made one quick look and almost missed the way Heeseung looked at you. It was more of a stare, but it’s not like it means anything.

“What are we playing?” Someone standing behind you asked. The boys whispered to each other and a few giggles were heard as everyone patiently waited for one of them to answer.

“Seven minutes in heaven,” Jay said.

Loud, disappointed, and complaining groans echoed into the room. No one expected that this childish game would be played at a college party.

A few people left the room and now there were only six, who either wanted to play the game or were bored and had no choice. “You guys couldn’t think of anything else to play?” you asked, hoping to change their minds. But they were already sitting on the floor, making a circle.

“We’re calling it a catch up and a ‘get to know me’ game,” Jake claimed, patting the empty spot next to him for you to sit down. You should’ve left after Jay announced the game since you weren’t interested to play, you told yourself, but you had nothing else to do and Nari already took a seat next to Jay. It had nothing to do with Heeseung.

Speaking of, Heeseung was sitting in between Sunghoon and a random girl, who was sitting across from you on your right side. “Heeseung, get the bottle,” Jake pointed to the bottle that was on a coffee table in front of the tv.

Heeseung placed the bottle in the middle of the circle once he got it. A sudden rush of nerves and uneasiness flows through your body, knowing that there’s a chance the bottle will pick you and Heeseung to spend seven minutes in heaven.

Everything was said during the breakup so what else was even there to say? Ironically, you both had much to say, but will it be said?

After Sunghoon explained the rules which was ultimately ‘no funny business’, the game started and will end once everyone got a turn. A guy you didn’t know volunteered to go first and his spin of the bottle landed on the girl who sat next to Heeseung. Seven minutes were on the clock which meant seven minutes of waiting.

Everyone was in their own bubbles of conversation except for you who stared at the flow and drank another beer. This happened for a few rounds until it was your turn. In the back of your mind, you knew who you wanted the bottle to pick. But you were too afraid to admit it. You felt your hand shake when making contact with the bottle, anxiously giving it a spin. You raised your head and noticed eyes heavily trained on the bottle. People were nervous and looked anxious for you, even Heeseung who looked uptight.

The bottle slowed down, finally landing on someone. Shit. Your heart instantly sinks when it points to some guy sitting across from you. You didn’t catch everyone’s reaction since you were too caught up in your own feelings. Feelings that are supposed to be nonexistent by now. You looked at Heeseung who was already talking to Sunghoon. He didn’t even care that you were about to go to seven minutes in heaven with another guy. You weren’t upset about his reaction rather it made you realize that again, you are exes.

Seven minutes in heaven with someone named Minjun wasn’t as bad as you thought. The topic of school seemed like the only thing interesting to talk about and it made the time go by fast. When you both walked back into the living room as you expected, people’s eyes heavily on you, waiting to tell what happened. You didn’t bother to look at Heeseung since you knew that he didn’t care.

“We just talked about school,” you announced while taking your seat. Soon, the game was almost over and you were bored until it was Heeseung’s turn. As more beer was consumed, the more you admitted into having hope.

You’d hope the bottle chose you. Being with Heeseung was easy and comfortable, so who could blame you for wanting to talk to him more?Heeseung rubbed his hands together before hesitatingly touching the bottle. The boys were excited for him while a few girls were waiting for it to land on them. Funny, you thought.

He gave it a spin at the same time your heart felt as if it was spinning. You were desperate and hopeful as if your life depended on this bottle. A loud cheer rang into your ear, coming from the person to the left of you. Your heart stung when realizing that the bottle landed on the girl sitting next to you, and it sadly didn’t land on you.

You turned your gaze to Heeseung, who had a harried appearance, running a hand through his hair and scrunching up his face. He didn’t seem pleased with how the game played out for him.

Why couldn’t the bottle choose you to be with Heeseung in a room alone for a few minutes? All you wanted was a chance to sort out your feelings, a chance for actual closure and one last time with him for a proper goodbye. Maybe this is how it’s supposed to be, back at square one as acquaintances and soon to be strangers.

Your face turned sullen as you watched the girl next to you and Heeseung disappear. Seven minutes were on the clock again and honestly, you thought that this whole game was a waste of your time. You didn’t blame your friends, but you hoped to be fucked up by now. “You okay?” Nari asked after sitting in the empty space next to you.

“Yeah! I’m fine,” you sounded convincing. “Good! Oh, is it okay if I bring you home after they get back?” She pointed to the room that Heeseung and the girl were in. “Jay wants me to stay over and I want to drop you off before I get drunk.”

“He wants you to stay over?” you almost squeal. Nari’s face lit up with her cheeks flushed, “Yeah, I guess the perfume worked,” she laughed. Hearing her news brought your mood up, “You don't have to drop me off. I'll just call an uber or something.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, her tone uneasy. “Of course, go have fun with him. I’m probably gonna go home soon anyways,” you didn't want to take your friend’s time away from Jay.

Seven minutes felt like an eternity. How ironic, that time suddenly felt slow. But soon the game was finished when Heeseung and the girl came back from their turn. Heeseung’s eyes were dull and the girl wasn’t jumping in happiness which was a good sign, even though the rules were clearly ‘no funny business’ as Sunghoon stated.

Everyone separated and went their own ways into the house. Disappointment creeped once again as you watched Heeseung leave and your hopes of possibly having another chance to talk to him were quickly shattered like glass. The only thing holding you back from approaching him was the last conversation from the breakup. Everything said, was said between you two and you didn’t want to seem like a crazy ex girlfriend who missed their ex. Though, it wasn’t just a supposition because you did miss him.

You decided to call it a night since there was no point in staying, despite shamelessly wanting to see your ex who didn’t want to be associated with you, as you thought. After sending goodbyes to the friends who didn’t disappear, you took your last shots of soju until you felt delusion lifting off your shoulders, an attempt to get rid of feelings that were only going to last for tonight.

You stood outside in front of the house now, feet on the curb and arms close together with your phone cupped in your hands as you ordered an uber. How were you going to forget this night? You had no idea. Regret of not getting fully fucked up hits with a sudden urge to go back outside but your uber was a few minutes away. It was too late.

“Are you going home?”

You whip your head around and there he was, the boy you’d least expected to be hung over all night, flashing a kind smile.

You stare wide-eyed in surprise that he’s walking towards you. “Yeah, I’m waiting for my uber.” You checked your phone and the uber still seemed a few minutes away.

“I can give you a ride, if you want,” he said with his brown doe eyes gazing into yours. The pace of your heart starts increasing when taken back at his sudden offer. “No,” you repeatedly shook your head, “No it’s okay. You should go home now since you’re leaving tomorrow.”

“My flight’s not until tomorrow night,” he scratched his neck awkwardly, a hint of a pout in his tone. You looked up at him perplexed while containing feelings of happiness because, Heeseung is here and offering to take you home. Your hopes weren’t completely shattered.

“Haven’t you been drinking?” You ask, brows visibly furrowing at him. Heeseung shakes his head, “I only had a beer and that drink you made for me.”

It was a bad idea, you thought, and as much as you wanted to protest, you accepted his offer and got in his car anyway. The car ride was mostly silent, not what you had expected but you were still grateful and content that he’s bringing you home. Familiar music played as you tried not to pay any mind to Heeseung’s glance from time to time. It was impossible to ignore yet you were convinced it was nothing.

“You know, I really thought the bottle was gonna choose you when it was my turn.” Heeseung suddenly says and you shift in your seat, watching a small smile overtake his face as he focuses on the road. “Why?” Your face lits up.

“I don’t know, I just had a feeling.” He laughed, leaving you bemused to sit in silence with your gaze still on him, not knowing what to say. “Minjun’s cool, right?” Heeseung spoke again.

Now you were having a hard time understanding him, considering that he didn’t seem to care during the game at the party. But of course he cared. He cared too much that it was important for him to hide how he felt. He wanted the bottle to pick him, he wanted to catch up with you and ask about your life without him.

Heeseung knew things ended for a reason, which is why he’s mentally slapping himself for feeling things that he shouldn’t — feelings that you were also feeling. He knew that the breakup was merely his fault, and how it was hard leaving and going to a school that was far away from you. But it was important for his career and both of you understood this.

Still, he feels guilty and upset that you weren’t his anymore. Heeseung loved you too much that it nearly killed him when he said goodbye.

“Yeah, he was easy to talk to, I guess.”

The conversation ended when you both were pulling up in the parking garage of the building you lived in. You texted your roommate to unlock the door because you forgot your keys as Heeseung parks and turns off the engine, leaving you both sitting in silence. You were stunned when you found him suddenly locking his eyes with yours and taking off his seatbelt. The shock made you turn away instantly, swallowing what felt like your heart down your throat. You stared at your phone while playing with the fabric of your dress until your roommate finally replied back.

“Thank you for the ride,” you softly murmured, returning his prolonged eye contact that was still on you. “It’s not a problem at all,” he says in response. It's ridiculous that he’s always sweet to you, it’s so ridiculous that a moment of silence urges you to lean closer. Then your breath silently hitches when Heeseung’s eyes shift between your eyes and glossy lips while studying your face for any signs of discomfort. If only he knew how much you’ve been waiting all night for a moment like this with him.

You shouldn't do this, you shouldn’t kiss your ex boyfriend knowing that it took nearly a year to get over him. But his lips are only an inch away from yours now, breath fanning across your mouth, and you take the chance to kiss him.

Before Heeseung could prepare himself, you cup his cheek to gently slam your mouth against his. Relief rushes through your body when you feel him kissing you back and not pulling away. You slightly opened your eyes for a second while continuing the kiss just to notice any discomfort on his face. Heeseung feels nothing but heat rising throughout his entire body when feeling your lips connecting with his.

He would’ve never guessed kissing you in his car tonight. And he’s afraid that if things continued, you would regret it the next day. Before things can escalate, Heeseung is pulling away and can’t help but look at you in shock. “Why’d you kiss me like that?” He whispered dryly.

“Kiss you like what?” You pull away completely and panic. “Like-“ he hesitates and tries to find the right words to say, “Like you still want me.”

Oh.

You dismissively took off your seatbelt before trying to open the locked car door. “Goodnight and have a safe flight tomorrow,” you almost mumble while attempting to unlock the door. You felt relieved once you managed to get out and nearly tried to run inside the building until you felt slender fingers suddenly grapple onto your wrist.

“Y/N, wait,” his low voice reverberated, sending currents through your body. You refused to look at him knowing how flustered you looked. You tried to run off and yank your arm away from his grip to prevent doing what your body wanted – because you thought it wasn’t what he wanted, but you felt Heeseung’s hold on your wrist tighten. There was no choice but to turn around.

A small moment of silence passed and you thought he was going to lash out in anger. You relaxed until he suddenly pulled you towards him, your figure gently getting back into the car. “Are you drunk?” His words cause your heart to fall into the pit of your stomach.

“No,” you wished you weren’t sober but it was the truth. Sure, you had a couple of drinks, but you don’t get drunk easily. Heeseung knows this.

“I don't want things to be left unsaid before I leave. We tried long distance and it was too hard for us.” As much as it hurt to say, he spoke matter-of-factly. Why couldn’t you just devoid the fact that you two weren’t even together anymore? Heeseung was practically trying to spell it out for you, but even if it was wrong, your body desperately yearned for him.

And you exactly communicated that.

“I don’t want to get back together,” you huffed an incredulous laugh, as if embarrassed that you got rejected. You go on anyway, “But maybe I do want you. Just for tonight at least.”

“What?” He mutters.

“Just let me have you for tonight. I need you, Hee.” You wondered aloud and ripped off the bandaid that’s been stuck in your mind all night.

“Will you allow me to want this?”

Heeseung sits and stares at you in disbelief for a moment, processing your words until he’s nodding sheepishly. He wants this as much as you do, the reason why he tried avoiding you at the party because he knew he couldn’t control himself, the reason why he finally approached you and offered to take you home. Just one last time wouldn’t hurt, right? He thought to himself.

You hear the sound of his seat sliding back before he’s pulling you towards him, welcoming you to sit on his lap. Straddled atop of him, your face is cupped by his warm hand and the other one gripping your thigh tightly under your dress as if he doesn’t want you to leave. The close proximity feels familiar like home, and it’s so comforting that your heart stops beating for a second.

Heeseung’s pulling you into a deep, addicting, passionate kiss and you begin to grind on him slow while already feeling a stiffness beneath your core. “You’re hard already?” You meet his eyes.

He huffs out a scoff, “C’mon, why wouldn’t I be?”

You pointed out the obvious, but of course he is. You weren't just a random person to him. His answer causes your heart to strongly skip a beat that it’s shooting through your whole body.

He’s sending shivers across your heated skin by starting at the hollow of your throat and kissing with his plumped lips, keeping a steady grip of your thigh until you’re letting out a small noise. Cute, he thinks. You continue rocking your hips which leaves Heeseung to unexpectedly moan on your skin, his low sounds causing an unbearable feeling between your legs.

You quickly remove your panties while nudging your nose against his. His hand that was on your thigh reaches inside you, spreading your wetness before removing his hand to show his fingers glistening from you. He lowers his hand, points his two fingers to the direction of the car roof and you sink onto him, a hard groan leaving your mouth when feeling the stretch from the thick digits. “Fuck- so tight and it’s only my fingers.”

Heeseung notices your flushed cheeks before giving them a kiss. You grip his hair while rolling your hips on his fingers, heavy breathing leaving your mouth as feel him moving inside you. He watches you move with ease which wasn’t something new. He missed holding your body and having it close with his.

His creased brows appearing while he stares causes you to move faster and squeeze tightly. “Heeseung, I’m gonna cum.”

He felt his growing crotch twitch at the mere thought of being buried deep inside of you for the first time in a year. “I wanna move to the back.” He begs, his voice deep and laced with desire.

“Can I cum first? Please,” you whined, the feeling of release becoming closer than you think.

Heeseung nods instantly before moving his fingers in circular motions to place friction on your folds while rubbing your clit with his thumb. With his help, you heavily release on him.

You raise yourself off of him and move to the backseat of the car after noticing his large bulge and knowing that he needed help. “How do you want me?” You ask, watching him unbutton his pants. He made his way to the back while wiping his fingers of you on his sweatshirt. “Lay down.”

Heeseung’s car was small but you perfectly lied flat on the backseats. You lift up your dress until it reaches your waist as Heeseung pulls his pants down, along with his boxers to reveal his hard length that looked so painful. You couldn’t help but touch him. “Are you sure you want me?”

His question almost causes deja vu. You think back to the first time he took you like this.

“Just for tonight,” you reiterate to remind yourself that this is a one time thing. Heeseung felt his chest tightening from your statement, realizing that this is the final, last time with you. He hates if things were to get too intimate and emotional because he has to say goodbye again.

You interrupt his thoughts by stroking him. “Fuck,” he curses before placing his hand around yours that was wrapped around his dick. You let out a sound, watching both yours and Heeseung’s hands moving faster together. “Wait- I’ll cum,” he draws back to get rid of your contact.

“Are you still on the pill?” He asks while grabbing the end of your dress that slipped down to fold it up to your waist for better access and a better view of you. You shook your head which causes his lips to purse and his brow to raise. His dazed expression doesn’t last long when he’s quickly reaching to the front of the car and opening the glove compartment where the condoms are at.

The fact that he has condoms in his car creates odd thoughts in your head. You can’t help but to think how many girls he’s had after you.

Nonetheless, you push those thoughts away when he’s hovering over you and pressing his lips on yours. He pulls away and hits on his head on the car roof which makes you laugh since he pretended that nothing happened.

“What?” He laughs along while opening the foil package with his teeth and stroking himself once more before putting on the protected rubber. You shake your head and let out a soft giggle, “You own a small very car for someone being so tall.”

“Hey, this is the cheapest car I could get.”

You held back from laughing too hard, “I’m not judging, I just think it’s funny.” He grins and nods accordingly before spreading your legs open and lining his length on your core, his tip slowing rubbing on your folds. “Would it be easier if you’d ride me instead?” He knows that the space is quite small and wants you to feel comfortable.

“Fuck me now, Hee.” You say while raising your hips and grabbing his arm to pull him closer. Without much warning, Heeseung slips inside you. It was hard to contain the growl that escaped his throat when feeling you stretch around him.

You tried to widen your legs even more for him, but you were confined by the passenger and backseat. Heeseung starting to thrust slow, notices your uneasiness when you began to whine, wanting to feel him as deep as possible.

“Do you wanna stop?” He gently slid his cock in and out of you. You stop him from possibly slipping away by tightly holding on his arm. “I want to feel you more- come closer,” you begged.

Heeseung grabbed the headrest of the backseat to keep his balance before lifting your leg and placing it on his shoulder, wanting the best angle so he could be inside you as deep as he could. He slips out of you for a moment until he slams back inside causing a moan out of your mouth.

“You feel so good,” he praised lowly, watching a satisfying and content smile form on your face. You reach for his hand that was on the headrest while he’s rolling his hips and deeply thrusting. Heeseung tilts his head back, enjoying the feeling of you. You felt amazing and you were doing well for him, another thing that he missed the most.

“Heeseung,” you gasp his name out in pleasure. His tight grasp around your ankle loosens to let your leg drop from his shoulder. His hips are bucking faster even faster, making you feel so full.

“Hee- I’m close.” Heeseung gave a few strokes before you began to cry out and tighten quickly around him. “Oh fuck,” you moan out, feeling an intense orgasm rippling through your body.

“Y/N,” Heeseung buries his head in the crook of your neck as chased your orgasm with deep, hard thrusts before spilling into the condom, his moans rumbling through your upper body making your walls tighten around his cock once again

“You’re gonna make me cum again,” Heeseung whined before pulling out of you and slipping the condom off. You pull your dress down, trying to not make his car dirty from your mess.

—

After catching your breaths, both of you sat in silence in the back of the car until Heeseung spoke. “Why aren’t you on the pill anymore?”

His questions were catching you off guard tonight, you thought. But you don’t blame him since a lot of time has passed when you were together. “I don’t have a reason for it anymore.”

You raise your head to see a panicked look of his face. “You’re seeing someone? You don’t need the pill because it’s that serious?” He asks, his voice slightly trembling which makes you laugh.

“Quite the opposite, actually. I surprisingly haven’t had sex since you.” At your confession, Heeseung fixed his seated posture, his brows raising in shock. “Why not? That’s- that’s like a year without sex, isn’t that boring for you?”

“I can find ways that’ll entertain me without having sex,” you said truthfully. “What about you? Are you having fun and having sex?”

Heeseung nodded slowly, causing your heart to sting even though you knew what his answer would be. He tried his best to avoid the question, but ignorance always reveals the truth.

“They’re not like you though,” he mumbled.

You playfully roll your eyes and giggle, “You don’t have to make me feel better. I’m happy for you.” Heeseung bites his lower lip, this conversation turning into a catch-up feels a bit bittersweet.

“Are you happy?” He pokes your finger that was resting on the seat. You nod your head although you didn’t have an honest answer. But you were happy for him, which is all that matters.

You hear your phone ringing that was still on the passenger seat and you reach to get it. Your roommate was calling, probably asking where you were. “I have to go now,” you told Heeseung and he nods in understanding despite his sullen look.

“Have a safe flight tomorrow and thank you for tonight,” you tried not to sound choked up. You quickly fix your appearance and get out of his car before your feelings were to get the best of you.

“Hey,” he called out and you turned around to see a smile plastered on his face. “I love you,” he softly said. A final goodbye from him.

Typical Lee Heeseung, always saying ‘I love you’ whenever he leaves. This time, it was the last.

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Meeting Him~ part 1

Pairing: Choso x F!Reader Warnings: 18+! MDNI!, NSFW, Modern!AU, Alcohol, Smoking, Dry Humping, yuji is old enough to drink, please let me know if there's any spelling mistakes or something, please be kind! Summary: You were at your friends party when you met the guy your friend yuji had been showing pictures of for a few years now. You knew he was very handsome but you were pleasantly surprised with just how handsome he really was when you first met him yourself. A/N: masterpost & links are pinned on my tumblr. Words: 3,200ish

You looked down on your favorite black dress and black sneakers. You stood behind a group of people when someone opened up the door, everybody walked inside and you were about too when you saw your friend "Y/n?" Yuji called out "heey!" he cheered with two red cups in hand when he saw you and you smiled in response "hi" you grinned and he nodded you inside "I'm so glad you came after all" you shrugged "yeah, I don't know, figured It wouldnt hurt dropping by"

You and yuji walked into the livingroom when he gave you a red cup "what's in this?" you said and looked inside the cup "it's fruit punch, it's the best fruit punch you'll ever taste" he said as he took a sip "with alcohol, it's a party after all" he chuckled and waited patiently for you to take a sip, you chuckled and leaned the cup twoards your lips and took a tiny sip "wow, it's good" you said suprised and took another sip "it's really good" you said once more, he nodded and gave you a I-told-you-so look.

Yuji turned around and a girl came up to up to him, she was cute and blushed as she noticed yuji. "Hey" he smiled and held her hand "finally you get to meet my friend y/n I've been telling you about" he smiled at her, "this is my girlfriend Yuko Ozawa" he smiled proudly, you shaked her hand and greeted her "hi, nice to finally meet you" you smiled "nice to finally meet you too" she smiled back "have you tried the fruit punch yet?" he asked her, she nodded and giggled "yeah, its pretty good"

"It's the best, speaking of fruitpunch-" he said and walked further into the living room where you were met with music, red cups in every hand, people talking and some were singing and dancing "my brother just moved in" he said excited "after all he's the one who made the punch" you lighted up "your brother?" you gasped "yeah, he's finally here" he said proud and smiled "he's right outside on the terracce" he pointed through the livingroom at a slidedoor. Someone began to yell at yuji in the distance "You go and say hello, find me later" he grinned and kissed Yuko on her cheek as they walked off hand in hand.

You took another sip before you walked through people. You walked through a group who was dancing and drinking, you slided up the glass door and walked out to the terrace.

Yuji had been talking allot about his brother as long as you've known him, which is a a few years. You had seen a couple of pictures here and there through yuji and you knew he was handsome, but when you saw him your brain went blank and no words came out.

He was leaning on the fence with a cigarette in hand. He was wearing a black hoodie with his sleeves pulled up, revealing tattoos. You blushed as you walked slowly up to him "hi" you managed to say, he turned to face you and just nodded as he blew smoke out "youre y/n, right?" he stomped the smoke out with his foot before he reached out his hand "yeah, and youre Choso?" you asked and grabbed his warm big hand "that's right" he nodded as he shaked your hand "nice to finally meet you" you managed to say "you too, Yuji mentioned you were dropping by" he said as he turned and leaned his hand onto the fence "Yeah, figured why not" you chuckled and looked down as you took a sip of your beverage "well, Im glad you did" he half smiled.

"when did you move in?" you asked him "just a couple of days ago" he said as he looked down at your cup "you met Yuji through mutual friends right?" he asked you, you nodded "yeah, few years ago" you said as you took another sip "We are a group who watch horror movies and stuff, he's really a horror movie buff" you chuckled "you can say that again" he said as he walked over to a sitting erea on the terracce, sat down on a couch and you followed him sitting on a nearby chair.

"so youre the one who made this punch, huh?" you asked him, he nodded "yeah, you like it?" he asked you as you took another sip, you swallowed and nodded "yeah, It's so good, how or where did you learn to make it?" he shurgged "through a friend of mine, we were travelling through a city in spain" he began "and I just you know, figured yuji's girlfriend would like it" he nodded slowly "that's so kind of you" you smiled, he half smiled "thanks"

three cups later

You and Choso had moved inside to a couple of chairs in the kitchen, you had been talking for a while now about mutual interest and found out you both had the same taste in music and movies. He talked a little about his travels, he began to travel after his troubled youth for a change of paste. He didn't mention allot about this and you didn't exactly wanted to pry. But when he talked about his brother he really lighted up, it seemed he had been planing on moving in with yuji for some time now. While he was kind to bring you refills he grabbed some beer for himself, some had already left to go out clubbing so you were almost all alone.

He had just told you something about yuji when he was little which made you chuckle. "I had just made some bread with nutella and I had asked him if he wanted some, and he told me no" he chuckled ligthly "and I figured that was the end of it, and I was just about to go and find something to drink and when I turned around" he shaked his head and laughed, he showed you an old picture from his phone with Yuji smeared with chocolate spread all over his face. You giggled at first and then laughed "that's allot of chocolate" you managed to say, he looked at you hypnotized by your sweet laugh as he smiled and looked at you instead of the picture. when you looked up at him, he looked down on his phone "yeah, I remember it was only a couple of seconds and he had shoved the bread down into his mouth, I dont remember if he even remembered to chew and when I asked him about it, he just denied it" he chuckled "that is so funny and sweet memory" you smiled at him "yeah" he smiled back as he looked at the picture with a smile on his face, "I just have to use the toilet, I'll be back" you said and he nodded "sure, there's an available toilet straight ahead" he said "thanks" you smiled and walked over to the toilet.

He had given you these looks which made you completely melt, he followed your every word and smiled heavenly. You sighed as you were done on the toilet and was about to wash your hands when you looked yourself in the mirror. You were smiling and it felt like you couldn't stop.

Meeting him was so fun, interesting and you felt like you couldn't get enough of him. You let out a deep breath hoping you could maybe even go out on a date with him.

You dried your hands and tried to not get ahead of yourself. You walked out of the bathroom and were about to ask him something when you saw him.

While you had used the toilet he had prepared some chopped honeydew melon for you, he had put it on a plate and you just melted. You knew what you just told yourself to not get ahead of yourself but it was beginning really hard to not to. He looked up from his phone and smiled the most heart melting smile.

You sat down and blushed "its this for us?" he nodded "yeah, eat" he smiled and you grabbed one and hummed at the taste "so good" you hummed. He couldn't stop staring as you hummed of the second bite when alittle melon juice was running down on your chin, he swallowed hard as he saw you licking up the juice with your toungue. You took another bite and swallowed when you caught him staring "what?" you asked as you felt some melon juice run down from your lips, he leaned forward hypnotized as his finger touched your chin, removed the juice softly and tasted it. You blushed as he suddenly panicked a little "sorry I dont know-" you shaked your head lightly "no, thank you" you blushed and continued to eat the melon.

After you both had eaten up the honeydew melon, some guys came and asked if he wanted to go out clubbing with them, he had looked over at you first and then said "nah, I'm good" and smiled at you, they left and you just couldn't stop smiling.

When the plate was empty he went to place the plate away in the kitchen sink and came back with some papertowels "here" he smiled "thanks" you grabbed some and dried your mouth. "Thanks for the melon" you smiled as he sat down next to you "no problem" you noticed he was sitting really close to you. There was a table between you but your legs were almost touching. You smiled as you realised both of you had moved closer to eachother.

He leaned closer to you "you have something under your eye" he said and you tried to remove it yourself "wait, let me" he chuckled "ok" you blushed as you leaned towards him and he leaned his hand over and carefully removed an eyelash from your cheek "you wanna make a wish?" he asked you as he was inches away from you "sure" you closed your eyes shut and wished for the confidence to ask him out or to just kiss him. He melted completely as he saw you you blew softly on his finger. "remember to not tell me what you wished for" he whispered as he was inches away from you, you could smell his perfume as you felt the rush of excitement on what you wanted to do.

You thought fuck it and went for it "how about I show you instead?" you whispered and kissed him softly on the lips.

You could feel him kissing back, he softly grabbed your thigh when you both stopped. You tried to breathe calmly as you stared at him waiting for you or him to say something, anything.

He was mindblown of the sudden mindblowing kiss and needed a moment to think. Before he could say or do anything you took that as a sign that you were perhabs too forward.

"I'm sorry, I-" you mumbled and saw him trying to say something but were loss for words. You raised up thought to yourself you should just leave.

He snapped out of it and walked over to you and grabbed your hand, he pulled you twoards him and kissed you deeply. He leaned his hand on your cheek as he hummed when you kissed him back, he sighed happily and wrapped his hands around your waist. You hummed as you melted into his arms "Don't leave" he breathed out "I won't" you managed to get out as you stared at his lips. His lips felt so soft and addictive, You leaned in and kissed him as wrapped your hands around his neck.

He hummed and let out a silent whimper between your heated kisses. you could feel his boner squeezing into you "mmf" you hummed. You let out a silent moan as you couldnt help but to think that if this kept up you would climax right in the kitchen where anyone could hear or see you, His kisses and muscled arms were causing your mind to get foggy. "you wanna go somewhere a little more private?" you whispered as he kissed your neck while his boner was squeezing into you, making you crazy. He leaned back "sure" he smiled and kissed you while you both walked into the nearby bathroom.

you both walked inside and managed to lock the door behind you "Fuck" he hummed as he kissed you deeply, you let go of his shoulders "sit down" you said and he obeyed, sitting down onto the toilet. You tried to breathe calmly as you straddled him. Your dress flew up as you sat down and he whimpered as he could feel you sitting ontop of his hard boner. You moaned as you held your hands on his shoulders.

You let out a shaky breath as he started to make out with you. His needy lips and his hips thrusted up into you as you grinded on him, you could feel already that you were about to climax. The heat between you both felt so good, there was no thought in your brain only his silent whimpers and his lips. You panted as you opened up his belt, you stepped off him and took of your panties and dragged down only his pants as you sat back down straddling him.

He blushed and covered up his mouth with his hand as he whimpered and thrusted up into you. You softly grabbed his hand and kissed him deeply "please don't hide" you whispered into his lips as you kissed him deeply. You could feel his tense shoulder sink as he grabbed your thighs.

You moaned as you grinded hard onto him, feeling your folds perfectly placed onto his clothed cock. He hummed as he started to pant, he grabbed your ass and started to guide your hips as you grinded on him. You moaned as he leaned his head back while whimpering and humming.

you could feel your entire body ignite as you could feel something you never had felt before with anyone or by yourself.

You kissed him deeply and wrapped your hands around his neck. you panted as you grinded more and searched for the realese as your moans escaped your mouth. "cho~" you whimpered and huffed as you climaxed hard. "fuck" he huffed as he gripped your thighs hard as he climaxed hard all over himself..

He couldn't hold back as he had never been this intimate with someone before where seeing and hearing a woman climax right infront of him like this. He didn't know how to tell you this, if he even should but he tried to say something, anything.

someone knocked on the door.

You raised up when you saw he had somehow managed to get cum all over himself. "shit" he said and hid his crotch with his hands. you were alittle suprised because it was allot of cum, but instantly felt bad cause you stared and he had noticed "In a minute" you said loudly as he raised up, tried to hurry and clean himself up. You cleaned yourself up and took on your panties. Someone knocked once more and you pulled down your dress. "it's ok Choso, you need any help?" You whispered to him, "don't worry about it" he shrugged and just pulled up his pants and threw off his hoodie, tied it around his waist and turned it around so he could hide his cum stains.

You swallowed hard when you saw his black tshirt leaving nothing to your imagination "fuck" you let out as you looked at him and felt yourself hypnotized as you kissed him. "mmf" he said suprised but then leaned into the kiss as the kiss quickly became heated.

Someone knocked on the door one more time "I need your help please" you heard yuji say, "what?" you and Choso both answered annoyed at the same time, annoyed over breaking up the sweet kiss. You both looked at eachother and you giggled as you hid your mouth behind your hand. "oh! sorry" you heard yuji say, Choso couldn't help but to chuckle as he grabbed your cheek, you moved your hand and he kissed you deeply. You hummed into his kiss "we should probably go out and check out what's going on" he said and you agreed "I'll go first so you can sneek out afterwards and change your pants?" you tried to say carefully, he blushed "yeah"

you stroked his cheek and kissed him quickly before you walked out, "I love your moans" you whispered into his ear before you snuck out of the bathroom and closed it behind you.

his pov;

He was left standing there in awe and embarrassed, thinking to himself how he could've cum that fast? he finally met a girl who seemed interesting, someone he could see himself dating and he had to cum on himself like this. He thought back to earlier today when Yuji tried to set you two up and by the looks of it he weren't wrong. He really enjoyed talking to you and wanted to get to know you more. He just hoped that he weren't too forward or that he had ruined things. He looked at himself in the mirror with his hoodie around his waist hiding his big puddle of cum "shit" he cursed under his breath.

He sneaked out and managed to go up to his bedroom and change pants when he walked down to the hallway to find you, yuji and Yuko.

"I'm fine!" Yuko sighed as she held onto her forehead "I'm just dizzy and tired" she blushed "don't worry about it, y/n will join you in the cab and follow you home" yuji said and kissed Yuko on her forehead.

Choso walked down the stairs and noticed you were looking down at his pants, he couldn't help but to blush a little as he cleared his voice "youre leaving?" he said and you looked up at his face and blushed "yeah" you said and bit your lip. He stared at your lip and remembered how good it was to kiss you, you both stared at eachother for a while and just smiled at eachother without noticing Yuji was looking at the both of you, grinning like an idiot.

"I knew it, they totally hit it off!" He said to Yuko, she bumped into him "leave them be" she smiled "don't embarrass them" she whispered.

You blushed as you and choso were standing right next to them and could hear their entire conversation, you were about to walk out when Yuji jogged over to Choso and cleared his throat. Choso sighed as he looked a little annoyed at his little brother "what" he whispered giving yuji a dont-start-look "dude, give her your number" yuji whispered back, Choso gave him a stare, he knew Yuji had your number but he also knew yuji would tease him or something over this if he didnt ask you directly.

He walked down the stairs and past a grinning yuji and fished up his phone, "hey, uhm.. listen, can I have your number?" he asked you sweetly, you melted alittle and nodded "sure" you smiled and grabbed his phone and sent a text from his phone to yourself "there you go" you smiled and he smiled back "thanks" for a second you both shared another sweet moment until you noticed Yuji was now standing behind Choso dancing a victory dance. Choso noticed you were looking behind him and turned around and just chuckled "alright, the cab is waiting, you two be safe" he sighed at yuji, you nodded and couldn't help smiling as you walked out the door.

A/N: part 2 coming soon~ sorry for any misspells or anything, let me know so I can fix it x)

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spacesurfing · 1 year

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Bullet Shells in My Brain

Anakin Skywalker x Reader Fluff/Angst

Summary: This war has taken it's toll on your mind and body, though it's almost like nobody has noticed. And you assumed that as a good thing. But Anakin noticed, Anakin loved you too much to not notice.

Warnings: Severe mental illness, depression, mentioning of war and death, do not read if any of these warnings make you uncomfortable

Requested!

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The war. You blamed everything on the war now. Because as much as you shouldn't, it was the war. It was the war that ruined your life. It was the war that tore the galaxy apart with pure white gloves. Pure white gloves that had everyone else do it's bidding for them. Everyday started to feel pointless.

As a Jedi, you knew that your well-being was supposed to hold up. You were supposed to be better than this. You were supposed to be more stable than you are now. You weren't supposed to feel so numb.

We weren't getting to the core of the problem. If there was anything you knew, it was that we were so far from the solution. We were so lost. It felt like everyday, we almost got farther and farther from the solution to this war. You can't even remember why it had started. Can't remember the events that led for it to be so harsh.

But you knew someone that did. And when you told him those same words that echoed through your mind, he didn't see that chew marks in your mind, he didn't see how badly this war was eating at you. He offered up explanations to how it started. But you didn't wanna know anymore. Cause you knew it would make you throw up.

Anakin was everything to you. He was your best friend, the person you had clung to as a padawan. He was someone you admired for his unchallenged talent. You might've said that you both were something more, but you had never spoken about it, knowing the code and the rules you both had to abide to. But you could feel it - the spark people always spoke about when speaking of love.

You couldn't feel anything at all if it wasn't with him though. You went back to your dorm, to your room with blank walls and shelves with few trinkets that were of beauty to you. Or from Ani. And you laid in your bed and stared at your ceiling.

You used to lay down after missions or a long day and cry. When the war started, you used to cry. Cry till the muscles in your core felt like they were being separated, pulled apart like strings and crushed. You would cry until your face hurt and your eyes couldn't squeeze out tears. Till the only way you knew you were crying was by the choked out wails leaving your throat. And then like a wave, everything would crash. That last tear would slip down your cheek and curve under your chin. And your eyes would stay open, eyelashes soaking and eyebags growing fast. Your face would go still, as if you had died. Maybe you had in a way.

Like the last night you cried. You died that day. Some part of you was rotting from the inside out. You were a zombie walking, one with armor and a weapon. Like a bad fruit, you spoiled the others and killed their cells. It seemed like everyone died around you. It seemed like you weren't the only zombie, too.

But now, as you punched in a 4-digit code on the panel to the right side of your door, it opened to reveal the same room that bled you dry.

Every night this room killed you more.

You unhooked your lightsaber from your belt, placing it down on a console table that was next to the door. The plant centered on it gave you peace, a living thing that you were able to make thrive.

You couldn't have shed your armor faster, boots kicked to the floor, one laying perpendicular to the hard wood and the other parallel. The least you could do was hang your clothes the correct way, smoothing them out and slipping into baggy pants and a comfortable sweater.

Your eyes traveled to a mat sitting in the corner of your room, waiting for you, but no calling. You felt no draw to meditation anymore. Something you used to enjoy now felt like a mere memory. Ani liked forcing you to meditate, but he wouldn't allow you into your room when he prompted you to.

He knew how the cream walls eroded you.

You hesitated, feeling your heart clawing at itself and crying. It weeped for some magical fix to the way you felt. But there was no fixing this, nothing that could make you smile again, and nothing that could make you form bonds with the poor younglings that were only walking into death by being at the temple.

You sat down on your bed, the mattress dipping at your weight.

Civilians were been bombed during your last mission. The separatists killed children. You couldn't save them.

You stared at the crease of your wall, the wash of emotions forcing your eye bags heavier. They were getting too much to carry. You were drowning, them dragging you down to the bottom of the disorienting ocean.

A knock on your door made you flinch. It had been firm, enough to scare you out of your skin, standing up in a panic response. Your hands grasped your arms in a way to try to ground yourself before walking towards the door.

You didn't have to open it, really. But in your mind, you felt that this was a must moment.

You stood in front of it and pressed the grey button to open it with little hesitation. The mechanical noise made you look up at your visitor, and the sight of him made a tsunami of emotions flood you.

"Ani," you croaked, voice barely sturdy.

You cleared your throat, seeing the concern on his face. Anakin cared a lot, for you and for the people that surrounded him closely. But you didn't often see his eyebrows furrow in the way they did, looking at you like you were lost.

Maybe you were lost, void of anything that was true.

Anakin invited himself in, stepping towards you so you would, in turn, step back. The door closed behind him and it left you in a breathless silence. You felt a pang in your chest, Anakin looking around your room the same way you had when you entered earlier that night.

Anakin spoke your name softly, drawing your eyes to his own. They coated over with sadness. Maybe he was starting to hate the color cream as well.

"What's happening to you?" he asked, lips not even closing fully as he felt the mood in the room darken to a hazy gloom.

You shook your head, fingertips digging into your sweater sleeves, "What do you mean?"

"You know exactly what mean," Anakin retorted. His voiced lacked the sternness it should've had, given that sentence. Instead, it was steady, "This isn't the first time I've felt this. I... Your mind has changed so much. This room used to be so bright, what's wrong?"

You felt yourself break. Out of the numbing feeling you felt in your bones, came a sudden sadness, one you would much rather have than no feeling at all.

Your arms went rigid where they hugged each other but your legs felt weak. Your eyes heated and glistened over with feeling and your chin pushed at your bottom lip. Your head already started to ache from the way the muscles in your face shifted so drastically.

Anakin knew when he was needed. And he knew that all you could've asked for in this vulnerable moment was him. So, Anakin did what he did best in these moments and he grabbed onto you by your arms and held you in his own. His biceps pressed against the sides of your arms while his elbows bent to hug you, hands placed flat on your back. One hand pressed itself against the back of your head, fingers spread through your hair and held you to his chest, cheek ironed to him. His chin rested over your head, allowing you to fit into the slots of his body where you belonged.

When you wrapped your arms around his waist instead of clawing at the cloth covering you, it felt like you were made to cry in his arms in some weird, corrupt thought. You were perfect against him, and the way your tears stained his Jedi attire, you felt a connection you had never felt, one that woke you up from your depression.

You seemed to press tighter into him, grounding yourself to the Coruscant planet through the means of his torso. Your whole body shook with sobs and your cheeks were stained with the time having passed from grappling onto him. He was so steady for you, and you admired him as being your rock. You could never thank him, you could never.

"Please don't leave me," you babbled, words mindlessly leaving you as you sharply inhaled a lung-full of air, your chest letting out a broken wail.

Anakin smoothed out your hair, petting it down to your back as he listened to the words slip from your mouth. In a heart-broken response, he said your name, "I'm not leaving you. I'm staying right here, I promise. There's nowhere I'd rather be."

He placed his hand on the hair over your neck and held you steady to him. You pressed your nose into his clothes, taking in the distinct smell he had and the feeling of his warmth against your face.

"Just.. Just don't leave... I can't..." you hiccuped, "I can't do this without you."

The aura of the room finally made sense. The corners that seemed to dark for the way you used to smile. The objects that would constantly shift due to you picking them up to reminisce, now were always in the same place and tended to collect dust. Your meditation mat that always seemed cold made sense. Even the paint set you kept, gifted from Ani, sat dormant - the exact activity you called out to when you were upset.

It all made sense now, now that you were clinging to Anakin Skywalker like he was the only thing keeping your joints from splitting and your body from cracking in two.

Anakin knew the pressure that was holding you down; it wasn't something they had taught you as a naïve padawan. They never taught you about the way something like a war would destroy you wholly.

"I need you," you cried, sobs matching the wracking of your body, a sort of cry that only came from pure hurt, "I can't do this alone... you're all I have."

Anakin leaned his head down, feeling his own head become fuzzy from the words that you spoke into his chest. He pressed his lips to the top of your head in a kiss that made your body warm and tired, but the crying seemed endless. He broke you out of your trance, guiding your body to your bed before he sat down. Your arms were tore from him, and you almost felt like a helpless child when you looked at him. But Anakin scooted up to the pillows near the headboard, holding your arms to drag you onto the bed softly.

Your knees hit the bed, only seconds before your body did. You latched onto him again, hugging around his torso. You did never want him to leave, you didn't want to come to, to realize you couldn't hold onto him forever. He couldn't always be your anchor.

But he would try like maker to be that for you. He held you gently, one hand on your head, pressing so meaningfully against your face. Your leg hooked his waist, pressing your body to his side as he cuddled you a sweetheart would his lover.

But it stopped your sobbing, and it made you feel tender love. Tender love that you returned.

"I'm right here," he spoke in a mere whisper, words travelling through the air and echoing like a firefly light.

You knew he was telling the truth. Yes, of course you should know he was here, but the words meant more. The words meant he would be here, that as much as he could be away on a different planet or stuck in a meeting he couldn't leave, he was here for you.

His hand rubbed at your cheeks, letting your tears soak into the skin of his thumb. You stared into his distracted eyes, finding yourself captivated by him.

"Don't tell Obi-Wan," you mumbled.

Anakin finally connected his eyes with your own, "Why would I tell him?"

"So you can get help for me. I don't... I don't want him to worry about me."

The dirty blonde breathed smoothly, contrasting your own quick, quivering breaths. His mind seemed to wander, latching onto a few thoughts before responding, "What if you need it? I don't like seeing you this way, I hate watching you cry."

"Just..." you reasoned without thought, "Ani, will you stay with me?"

Anakin let his lips crack into a pacific smile, rubbing over your soft cheek with his lightsaber-roughed thumb.

"I'll stay with you," your name slipped from his mouth with ease, allowing your mind to relax and fall in the solace his presence gave you.

I'll stay with you.

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cheolism · 1 year

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laundry and jiu jitjsu

✧ seungcheol x reader

✧ request from @softnyams, who wanted seungcheol showing his jiu jitsu moves and play fighting. i hope you enjoy this!!! <3

✧ summary: after seungcheol leaves the laundry unfolded on your bed before going to his jiu jitsu lesons, you decide to take action.

✧ wc is aprox 4k

✧ genre: fluff, humor. already together, living together. domestic life. they have a cat.

✧ notes: wrestling, pettiness, name-calling, pinching. reader plays dirty. the cat sits on the counter. mentions of having showered together in the past. he wears a tanktop and his biceps are mentioned. i don't know jiu jitsu. i also don't fold my laundry so ig i'm my character's own worst enemy </3

Living with Seungcheol had its ups and downs. More ups than downs, of course. Way more. But still there were downs, moments that had you rolling your eyes and reminiscing on what it was like to live alone.

You wouldn’t trade anything for that back, however. No matter how many times you ask Seungcheol to throw his socks into the laundry basket instead of just peeling them off at the front entrance; no matter how many times you ask him to use a bowl when eating cherries instead of just leaning over the kitchen sink, spitting the seeds out into the sink.

No matter how many times you ask Seungcheol to actually fold the laundry instead of just dumping it on the bed, you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

That’s what you were trying to tell yourself.

Which was reasonable!

But still, coming home after a day of work to see all your clothes tossed out on your bed after your boyfriend had said he would do the laundry did put a damper in your good mood.

You worked your way out of your blazer, pausing before you folded it and put it with the pants. You grabbed the pants and shook them out before throwing them on the top of the pile, your blazer joining.

There was a little noise of surprise from the pile. Then Darling’s startled head wiggled out from underneath your pants, her bright eyes blinking at you. “Mrp?”

“Sorry, Darling,” you cooed, going to the pile. You scooped your black cat up, having not seen her due to her lying on one of Seungcheol’s black hoodies. She began purring, nustling her face underneath your jaw and pressing her cold nose to your neck. “I can’t believe he didn’t fold the laundry. He said all he had to do today was go to his jiu jitsu lessons. Was it too much for him to fold the dang laundry?”

Darling didn’t respond. The cat, who was of a considerable size due to her enormous amount of fluff, instead began kneading against your collarbone. Sighing, you sunk your hand into her fur and absentmindedly began to pet her. “At least you got something out of it. Probably enjoyed sleeping on top of all that clean laundry, huh, Darling?”

The two of you went around the room, Darling swiveling her head back and forth to watch you as you grabbed joggers and a hoodie. She let out a meow of protest when you set her on the floor, but once you were clothed again you grabbed her. She let out a surprised mrp? when you lifted her back into your hold, but settled in easily.

With your baby in your arms, you wandered back out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. The counter was clean of the dishes that had lined it that morning, pots and pans drying out on the dishrack. The rest of them were resting in the dishwasher, clean and spotless.

Sighing, you dropped Darling so you could grab a cup. “At least he does dishes, right?”

You went to the fridge, pulling out some fruit punch. When you turned back to the counter, twisting the plastic cap off of the bottle, Darling was sitting there. She looked like a proper little lady, her paws resting at the edge of the counter and head slightly tilted at you. Darling blinked, noticing you looking at her, before erupting in a meow.

“If Seungcheol saw you sitting on the counter he would flip,” you chastised. You settled in next to her, getting ready to pour the punch. “We’ll just wipe off the counter before we make supper and he won’t know any better, will he?”

Despite having lived with Seungcheol for a little over a year, when you heard the key enter the lock and the little click of the lock releasing, you still froze and turned to watch the door. You waited, holding your breath, as the door quickly opened.

Never once had a serial murderer or thief used a key to enter your apartment, but you never knew when they would start.

Then your boyfriend was rounding the door, kicking it shut behind him. His dark hair, still curly from the perm he had gotten weeks ago, poked out from beneath his black beanie. He was wearing his overly large white hoodie, accompanied by his black cargo pants. A typical Choi Seungcheol look.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted, smiling once he caught sight of you. Then Seungcheol’s eyes drifted, and his smile flipped into a frown and his thick eyebrows furrowed. “Darling. What are you doing on the counter?”

Darling stood up, tail going straight into the air. She meowed excitedly at the sight of Seungcheol, despite the scolding tone he had. She jumped off of the counter only to then jump onto the kitchen table, going to the corner of it and craning out her neck, meowing frantically, tail striking the air in her excitement.

“Someone wants you to pick her up, Cheolie,” you laughed, returning the punch to the fridge. Seungcheol was holding Darling when you turned back around, your black cat pressing her face against his, tail swishing against his hoodie. “What a big baby.”

Seungcheol hummed, his large hand settling over her head. He ran his hand down the length of her spine, pressing his lips against the crown of her head. “She is a baby.”

He crossed the room to you, moving the hand that wasn’t holding Darling to reach out for you. You pressed yourself against him, careful not to squash Darling between the two of you. Your sides pressed together, his arm wrapping around your shoulders and drawing you ever-close. Burrowing your face into his chest, you pressed kisses there.

“And me?” You asked, peering up at him with a faint grin.

Seungcheol pulled away, moving to place Darling on a kitchen chair. Then he returned to you, his large hands cupping your face. “You’re my baby,” he said. You fell into him easily, his hands guiding you close, your hands going to grasp at his hoodie. Your eyes slipped shut as his lips pressed against your forehead. Moving your hands, you wrapped your arms around him in an attempt to mold your bodies together. You were surrounded by Seungcheol, which was, if you were honest, your favorite place to be. His cologne was thick and expensive, and you could smell your laundry detergent and fabric softener from his hoodie.

And he was warm. He was so warm, his body heat sinking into your fingers and face, traveling through your body and warming every centimeter of your heart and soul. Seungcheol was likened to a fire more often than not, people quoting his fiery passion and temper for the analogy. But there was also the warmth of his eyes as he watched his friends laugh and make jokes, the warmth of his voice as he murmured I love you; the warmth of his embrace and how safe and loved and wanted they -- he -- made you feel.

Pulling away from his chest, you rose to the tips of your toes. Knowing, Seungcheol lowered his face and met you halfway, his lips meeting yours. The two of you exchanged a series of quick kisses, a small smile slowly taking over your lips at every satisfying smack of your lips.

“Stop messing around,” he mumbled. Then his hands moved and tangled into your hair, angling your face to his liking. Seungcheol descended on you, his mouth prying yours open, pressing hot, quick kisses on your lips that stole your breath.

Satisfied, he pulled away. His smoothed your hair, eyes soft and sweet. “Okay. Now we’re good.”

“Oh?” You laughed, reaching up and grabbing his hands. He squeezed yours, and you pressed a kiss to the backs of his hands. “Sometimes I forget how stingy you are.”

“Not stingy,” Seungcheol protested. “I’m a just man who knows what he wants.” You laughed again, pulling away. Darling had left the two of you for the couch, stretching out on the top and licking at her stomach. “And what is that, Cheolie?”

“A proper fucking kiss when I see my baby after a full day apart.” He reaches out for you once more, hands on your cheeks. Seungcheol kisses your lips once more before trialing to them your chin, cheeks, temple and forehead.

Finally the two of you separated, you returning to your abandoned cup of fruit punch. Seungcheol peeled his hoodie off of his body and tossed it onto the dining table, leaving him in just his dark tank top. He stretched out his arms, pale, thick muscle bulging and a satisfied sigh escaping his mouth.

You watched all the while, though the serenity that had settled within you was displaced by the reminder of the pile of clothes on your bed. Taking one last sip of your punch before throwing it in the sink, you slowly began your trek to your boyfriend as he hunched over to peel his socks off.

“So,” you drew out the word, watching him ball up his socks. “Did you get to your lessons okay?” Seungcheol straightened, transferring his socks to one hand and grabbing his discarded hoodie. “Mm. I had so much restless energy today. It was nice being able to get it all out of me, you know?” “I bet,” you said, trying to appear empathetic. You followed your boyfriend into the hall where he discarded his dirty clothing in the hamper. Next he grabbed his beanie and tugged it off, though he didn’t toss it in the hamper. “Must’ve been nice to take out your energy like that.”

“It is!” He agreed, dark eyes shining. “I was able to perfect a move today. Wanna see?”

You nodded. Seungcheol then fished his phone out of his pants pocket, pressing close against you. He opened up his gallery. “I recorded me doing it to show you,” he explained.

You fought to hide the little grin that began to appear on your face. Despite Seungcheol being a blackbelt in taekwondo, learning jiu jitsu, having bulging muscles and seeming like the sort of man who didn’t need anyone’s approval, he always sought out some sort of praise from you.

Once you had been folding paper flowers, a pastime craft you had learned in high school. Seungcheol had wandered into the living room to see you sitting on the floor, surrounded by paper flowers and paper sheets. He had watched you do one and then sat down next to you, snatching a piece of paper to fold alongside you.

So you had guided him, slowly folding and gluing. Seungcheol had been a dutiful student, and while the end result wasn’t the prettiest flower, he still placed it in the center of his palm and proudly presented it to you, a boyish grin brightening his face.

Compliments and praises had poured out of you, and you had taken the flower and gone into the office room. Seungcheol had followed, obviously pleased when you set the flower on your bookshelf.

There were a series of videos on his gallery just from today’s practice. He flicked through them before seemingly finding the one he intended to show. Seungcheol angled his phone towards you. “This is called a butterfly sweep.”

You watched as Seungcheol laid beneath his trainer, the two men grappling with one another for a few moments. And then Seungcheol got his arm next to the other man’s neck, his leg between the other man’s, and then he was flipping the man up and over. The man landed on the other side of Seungcheol, back on the ground, arms splayed out in an attempt to catch himself.

Despite not really understanding what was going on, you grinning nonetheless. “That’s so cool, Cheolie,” you praised, turning to face him.

Seungcheol was already facing you, having been watching. He smiled widely at your praise, pleased.

“It looked really effortless when you did it,” you carried on. “I can’t believe you’ve only been doing jiu jitsu for a month and a half now.”

“What can I say,” Seungcheol began, obviously enjoying every moment of your attention. He flicked through his videos, that overly satisfied, slightly cocky look on his face never leaving. “Your boyfriend is just really good at this sort of thing.”

He then paused, turning to you. “I can show you how I did it, if you want.”

Which had led to the two of you moving the coffee table across the living room, freeing up the wide space. Seungcheol grabbed the pillows and blanket off of the couch, Darling having stopped bathing herself to watch as the two of you prepared.

“Okay,” he began, sitting on the floor. He was leaning back on his hands, his feet resting flat against the hardwood. “I’ll be the one doing it. Just do what I say, okay, baby? Don’t struggle or anything and just move with me and you won’t get hurt.

“Now. Kneel at my feet.”

You did as he said, squinting in false accusation at him. “If this is just an elaborate set-up --”

Seungcheol laughed, shaking his head. He leaned forward, his right arm coming up underneath your left and looping across your back. “So this is just an underhook.”

“I remember,” you said. Seungcheol had taken to showing off most of his newly acquired knowledge with you, and while you couldn’t remember all of what he said, you did remember some. “Now what, babe?”

“Put your arms out on either side of my torso,” he instructed. “Now,” he carried on, doing as he talked, “I’m going to hold your elbow and squeeze your wrist against my side with my elbow. Normally instead of holding your elbow I would clamp it, squeeze the muscles there and pinch them.”

He shifted, his leg moving from where you had been straddling to cross underneath his other one. “I’m going to start moving you now. Don’t fight it. I’m going to bring my ear down to the floor, and as I move, I’m going to move you with me and kick my foot out to kick your legs and get them in the air. Remember, baby, to move with me.”

And then Seungcheol slowly moved, just as he had said. You moved with him, letting Seungcheol manipulate your body and flowing with his movement. His arm around you tightened as he moved, and even though he was flipping you onto the ground, his slow movements and the arm around you prevented you from slamming against the wooden floors. Instead you were lowered as gently as possible, so you were flat beside him.

You were still breathless at the end of it. He was leaning over you, your arm looped around his chest and his both holding you down. Seungcheol’s face was close enough to where you could see the dark shadows beneath his eyes that always lingered despite him getting enough rest, the little dark spots on his face.

“From here I’d do some sort of hold,” he explained, flicking his hair out of his face.

You nodded. “Hey, Cheol?”

“Yeah, baby?”

His arms repositioned around you. One of his hands went to your head, smoothing back your hair and stroking it fondly. For a moment you let yourself bask in his attention, feeling slightly bad for what you were about to do. But then:

“Why didn’t you fold the damn clothes and put them away before leaving?”

Immediately Seungcheol froze against you. His eyes widened, jaw dropping. Then you were moving. You looped your arm around the arm that was around you, creating space between the two of you; then you used your other arm to meet your first one, hands settled over one another and pushing against Seungcheol while you moved back and away, creating more space and getting out of his hold.

Still shocked, Seungcheol put up no fight against you. He laid there, half sitting up, watching as you went to your knees. “Baby, what --”

You then launched yourself at him, straddling his waist and pressing his shoulders into the floor. Seungcheol’s hands immediately went to your waist, holding you in place. “Baby --”

“Jerk,” you said, hands slapping against his shoulders. “Put away the fucking laundry if you’re going to do it! If you’re not going to fold the clothes and put them away just don’t do the laundry!”

His hands tightened around your waist, and then one of his arms was worming up and between the two of you to create space. Immediately you hooked your arm around his, holding it in place. Seungcheol cursed, “You’re lucky I don’t want to hurt you. Otherwise you’d be on the floor.”

“Yeah?” You huffed, squeezing his arm. Your free hand slipped into his armhole, which was overly large due to Seungcheol having cut it so, your fingers lightly pinching at the skin there. Seungcheol let out a shriek -- though he would deny it was a shriek.

Then you were lifted up and over, just like before. And just like before Seungcheol’s arm was around your back, protecting you from the brunt of the landing. He quickly moved, straddling you like you did him.

“That fucking hurt,” he struggled, fighting off your hands as they pushed against his chest. “What did I say about pinching?”

One of your hands slipped free of his and slapped against his bicep, your palm stinging from the impact. Seungcheol cursed, his knees tight as they squeezed your hips to keep you at bay. His other hand went to try and wrap around your wrist, and you used his distraction to shove at his shoulder in an attempt to get him off.

“Stop --” He managed to get both of your wrists in his hold, pressing them against the floor. “There. You absolute ass. What happened to talking things out?”

“Leaving clothes on the bed happened,” you hotly returned. Your heart was pumping, and you could feel yourself begin to sweat. Still, even though he had both your wrists pinned, you had no intention of stopping. You got your feet beneath you, using your toes to try and bridge.

Meaning, in simple terms, you were frantically bucking up against Seungcheol in an effort to get him off.

Seungcheol, surprised and confused, rose off of your hips. “What are you --”

You used the space he created between the two of you to scrunch up and wiggle, loosening his grip on your wrists. Seungcheol quickly gave up on holding your arms down, moving instead to loop his legs through yours and sit on your thighs, keeping your lower half trapped between him.

“There,” he sighed, hands on your stomach and keeping you down. His bicep muscles bulged as he exerted strength against your stomach as you struggled, hands slapping against his arms and trying to get ahold of him. “What has gotten into you?”

Then you had the skin of his upper arms between your fingers, tight and ready. “I’ll fucking pinch you if you don’t let me go. Don’t think I won’t.”

“If you pinch me you’ll regret it,” he warned. His eyes were blazing, and his body was heavy on top of yours. For all Seungcheol loved to baby you, he wasn’t going to back down from a stand-off just because you were on the opposing side. Just because he was the one to press band-aids to your scratches and kiss your temples whenever you got migraines didn’t mean he was going to let you win a wrestling match between the two of you.

“I’ve got you trapped beneath me,” he announced. “And I know your tickle spots.”

You narrowed your eyes, glaring at him. “You wouldn’t.”

“I would,” he said, “and I can.”

“My armpits are all sweaty,” you provided, wiggling beneath him. “Won’t want to tickle me there.”

“You think I care about armpit sweat?” Seungcheol mocked, grinning down at you. “I’ve showered with you, I’ve cleaned your sweaty body before.”

You bucked up against him once more. Seungcheol squeezed your body between his knees in response. Sighing, you laid your head back against the floor. “Fine. I won’t pinch you.”

“And we’re done wrestling,” he demanded. “Say it.”

Pouting, you relented. Seungcheol released your legs from his hold, but he still sat on your thighs. He settled his weight on you, using one of his hands to run through his hair in a poor attempt to coax it into lying flat. “So what was this about? The laundry on the bed? I was going to fold it after jiu jitsu, baby.”

You continued to frown up at him, wiggling. You moved your hands to press against his thighs, feeling the muscle flex. “Cheol. It’s not about you doing it later. It’s just like. You decided to do laundry and didn’t finish it, meaning that when I came home to relax it was to the sight of another chore I would have to do.”

“But if I hadn’t washed the laundry that still would’ve been a chore for you.”

You sighed, throwing him a look. “Cheol. It’s the thought, you know? You thought about doing laundry, meaning you must’ve had some intent of folding it and putting it away. And then you just didn’t. You didn’t put it away, which meant you were leaving it to do later, but you knew I would be returning home from work before your lessons were done. So you were leaving it for me, Seungcheol. And I don’t mind doing chores. You know that.

“It’s just after a long day at work, do you really want to come home and see some unfinished chore your boyfriend started?”

Seungcheol closed his eyes, exhaling through his nose. Then he moved off of you, settling his body next to yours. Seungcheol leaned over you, the line of his body against you. His hand that wasn’t supporting his body went to your lips, tracing them, before his hand settled against your neck.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he murmured, voice deep and thick. His lashes fluttered as he blinked. “I didn’t think about that. Honestly, I didn’t.” “I know, Cheol,” you wiggled your hand from between your bodies, moving it to brush his bangs out of his face. “But you gotta think about stuff like that. It’s not fair to me.”

Seungcheol moved his hand again. He cupped your cheek before leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips. “I’m sorry. I’ll do better to think about stuff, okay?” “Okay,” you softly repeated.

Then something poked at your head. You shifted to see Darling staring down at you, her paw raised in the air from when she had tapped you. Darling did it again, letting out a little meow.

Seungcheol laughed. He raised off of you, allowing you to sit up. “Here she comes to investigate.”

You gathered Darling into your arms, pressing a kiss to her forehead. She turned her face away to look at Seungcheol, her paws settling on your arm. She meowed again and Seungcheol relented, bridging the gap to pet her. “Clingy cat.”

“Just like her dad,” you said, grinning at him.

Seungcheol rolled his eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re just as clingy as me.”

“Am not.”

“You are literally the clingiest person I know,” he protested. Then after a moment, he amended his statement. “Well. After Mingyu, of course.”

You laughed, startling Darling. She squirmed in your hold. “I was going to say! Imagine being Mingyu’s boyfriend.”

Seungcheol did an exaggerated shudder. “I’d never get anything done.”

“Not like you get anything done anyways,” you argued back, grinning. You stood, stretching and looking down at him. Then, trying to fight the sly little smile that had taken over, you couldn’t help but add: “Like folding the laundry.”

And then you tackled onto the couch, your boyfriend’s full weight against you as he began tickling your sides.

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FORBIDDEN FRUIT

Chapter Six. Of Gods & Monsters

Prev. Chapter Five Masterlist

Pairing: God! Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Female Reader

Prompt: A prophecy written long ago stated of a human that would become the God’s wife and live in his domain for the rest of eternity.

A/n: I’m not a big fan of this chapter, I think it’s because I’ve been chipping away at it for about a week. But this is darker than normal, we sadly cannot have sunshine and rainbows forever!

Warnings: Claustrophobia, Violence & Fighting, pregnancy, Death. (Please do not read the first part of this chapter if any of these topics will trigger you! I’ll put a divider when most of the triggering themes stop) <3

Your fingers clutched down on your sheets, a fever creeping on your skin in withering agony. For the life of you, sleep would not come.

You twisted against the warm furs, attempting to lay comfortably on the soft material, but you might as well have been sleeping on rusty nails and sharp briar.

When you finally did manage to fall into a stupor, you wished you hadn’t.

You were trapped, stuck in a box of darkness with the walls far too close for comfort. It was your worst fear, literally and metaphorically. Being stuck in the tight box of your mother’s clutches, never seeing the world as you want. And the closing walls around you that made the air feel tighter in your lungs.

Then there was laughter.

Laughter that made your hair stand upon your neck in fearful prickles. You clashed your fist against the wall, but with each punch the box grew smaller, until you could no longer bring your arm back.

“Little dove...”

The image clashed, instead you were back in the bed Simon had tucked you into. But the furs were no longer warm, and as you went to move the material over the rest of your shoulders, you recognized your arms were restrained. Cool metal shackles closed against your wrists.

Instantly you panicked, squirming against the sheets.

“What do you want from me?” You wailed, fighting even harder against the chain when glowing red eyes glared back at you. They were predatory and wrong as they swallowed you whole.

“I want everything from you, little dove.” It hissed, closing in on you as you squirmed again.

You whimpered slightly in fear when the dark figure sat down on the end of your bed, his eyes the only thing illuminating the room. You strained, attempting to get a look at his face, but it was too dark and untraceable.

The creature stunk of rotten flesh and irony blood, that alone being enough to make your stomach do flips in nauseous agony.

“Look at you…” it repeated, his false coo making you stiffen. “Nice and warm, being coddled by the Lord of the Dead. Little girl, don’t you know it’s all a lie, an illusion?”

Claws clutched into the flesh of your ankle. A burning sensation of agony escaped from the skin, a choked wail falling from your lips as he squeezed down.

“Who are you? Why are you doing this?” You sobbed, only sobbing harder when his eyes bore into your soul as he crawled closer to you, his body now shifted to your neck as he breathed in.

“So fragile, you know what Hades does to fragile things? He kills them, burns them until all they have left is sorrow and miserable enclosure. Don’t believe me? Look!” He roared, and the images of your vision snapped again.

You were in a quaint home, it looked normal, with washing boards hung on the wall and fresh twigs of rosemary and thyme drying in the sun. Rays of light flickered through the hand-sewn curtains, and even with the snow frosted on the pane, the roaring furnace made the room cozy.

But it was all wrong.

Because the furnace was smoking, long forgotten roast charring upon the surface.

You jumped when a mangled scream echoed from behind you. Quickly, you turned, eyes falling on a hooded figure that pressed his palm upon the stomach of the body next to him. Your gaze flickered, catching upon two other slumped figures, close together, huddled around a little baby.

A baby painted in the red of his parents.

You threw up the contents of your stomach upon the wooden floor, just as the man let out a piercing scream.

Your image flipped again. Now, in a garden. It was dark and starry out—peaceful. If you listened closely, crickets chirped against the honeysuckle and fluttering irises.

There was a woman among the stone path, looking upwards to the bright constellations, her breath relaxed and deep. A long dress of white fit over her hips, a veil of the same color covering part of her face, hiding her from identification.

She was humming, obviously content with the warm weather. One hand clung to her belly, adoringly smoothing out a small swell. It was a little bump, but it was quite easy to tell she was pregnant.

Her humming was put to a stop when wings fluttered in front of her, a tall figure clothed in black appearing before her.

Simon.

Instantly, his wings pulled her closer, an adoring look behind his eyes as he wrapped this woman in his arms.

It made your lungs compress in an unknown feeling. The God promised to you, knelt upon the stone path in front of her. He lifted his mask a fraction, bringing his hands upon her hips and kissing upon the small swell of her stomach.

Kissing his child.

Your stomach twisted in demented jealousy.

“You’re beauty grows by the hour. Carrying my child suits you well, uxor mea.”

Her laugh was musical and familiar. The chime making you furrow your brow as you tried to think of who this mysterious woman was.

“Our child, Si. He’s half of me too, don’t you know?”

He rose to his full height, yet his hand never left her stomach. “How could I ever forget?”

This felt wrong, watching him kiss her with such tender care.

But their kiss was cut short, a pluck of an arrow against a drawstring flooded your ears. The golden tip of a broad-head ran through Simon’s wing like butter.

You choked back a yell, listening to him grunt in surprise before letting out an excruciating hiss in pain.

Yet, as doubled over, he caught sight of where the arrow had gone, embedded deep in the stomach of the woman.

You’d never heard anyone scream louder than him.

The woman stumbled, falling upon the stone path as Simon rushed to catch her, his hand already falling to where the arrow punctured her gut. Golden ichor slipped between his fingers, staining them.

The last thing you saw before the image cut out was the veil lifting off the woman features, your own face staring back at you, glazed over in death.

The image fizzled out.

You woke with a throaty gasp.

Your eyes adjusted to the room, relieved to find it to be lit with several candles and bright.

A dream. It was all some nightmare.

“My lady, are you alright?” The concerned voice of Kleo peered down at your sweat covered body. You brought your hands up to your face, digging your palm into the soft flesh of your eyelids. Attempting to wipe away the gruesome images you have seen.

“Yes, yes, I’m fine. Just a nightmare.”

“You were screaming.” Nova had her arms crossed, her eyebrows furrowed slightly. You huffed, attempting to shake off the dream.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

The three furies came to an agreement, instead settling on running you a bath. Something you desperately needed, at the very least to calm your nerves.

“I could have ran the water myself…” you mumbled weakly, padding across the tile to a washroom of significant size. The tub was massive, it being more of a pool than anything. It was a humiliating walk down the halls, with your hands shaking despite your sweating back.

“You’re our future Queen, we serve thee with honor.” Calisto spoke strongly, a small nod of her head as she regarded you.

You didn’t feel like a Queen. You didn’t know if you’d want to be one after what you saw.

“We will let you bathe. Afterwards, Hades asked if we could escort you to him.”

The women left the room with a small bow, it almost made your skin itch more than the drying sweat. You shredded yourself of your nightdress, stepping into the soapy water. The scent of calming lavender relaxed your nerves.

How could you look Simon in the eyes after that nightmare?

You scrubbed yourself with soap, attempting to rid the sensation of the creature’s touch off your flesh. That’s when your eyes narrowed on the skin of your ankle, a visible blemish in the shape of a claw, a burning scar that made your stomach flip.

It wasn’t a dream.

You couldn’t tell Simon, if he knew of your nightmares you were shown, he’d surely kill you faster. Your brain ticked feverishly, not even soap could wash away the dirtiness you felt.

You’d walked into the lair of a monster, willingly.

His sweet words were nothing if it meant death. You thought of your eyes, the frost of death covering them.

In a rushed attempt, you dried your skin, doing well to hide the mark with your sandals. You picked a dress of opal blue, relaxing as it covered your ankle more as it dipped to the ground.

With a steady breath, you opened the doors, relived that the furies were waiting for you and would escort you to Hades instead of making you go by your lonesome.

“He’s in the courtyard, likely. As he is every morning.” Nova rolled her eyes, a playful smile upon her lips that contrasted your current frown.

They led you through the palace, until marble turned to older cobble, wrapped in ivory. It was strange, knowing you were underground, but the sun still shone artificially. You supposed it made the realm feel less of a prison.

A loud clang of metal met your ears, among with the sound of grunting. Another clash, and flap of wings.

On the other end of the high shrubs and growing honeysuckle, was a square of stone path, an open area that would likely be held for parties and festivals. Now, as your eyes darted, it looked to be a training area. Swords lay upon racks, big and menacing.

But menacing of all was Simon.

His dark wings spread like a beast of war, a sword clamped in one hand as he swung it menacingly at a figure similar in structure. Simon was taller, more muscular, and shirtless. His skin a painting of scars of white and pinkish anger. His shoulders flexed against each blow, his own parries overpowering his opponent.

Yet his sparring partner wasn’t completely defenseless. The figure, cloaked in a black robe was quicker. He danced instead of fought, his own wings sleeker and sharper than Simon’s. A large scythe was in his hand, the blade floating as if it weighed nothing more than a couple feathers.

He hovered as he parried Simon’s thunderous blow, his hood falling back just slightly and enough to see a sharp jawline and a pleasant smirk upon his lips.

Nova cleared her throat from next to you, momentarily distracting Simon enough for the stranger to swipe his scythe across his unprotected arm.

You felt cold as you watched familiar golden ichor spill from his wound.

“Never take your eyes away from the reaper, my King.” A deep voice matched the stranger’s figure, smugness clinging to his tone.

Simon rolled his eyes from under his mask, sweeping a thick leg out and knocking his opponent to the ground, placing his wickedly sharp sword against the base of his throat.

“And you should know by now, Keegan— you can’t cheat death.”

“Alright alright, I tap. Besides you seem to be needed.” Keegan teased, his wings that reminded you of a falcon slipped back into his back. With a hand, Simon helped him to his feet, the two of them making their way towards the four of you.

Hesitantly you took a small step back, only minuscule, but enough for Simon’s eyes to narrow in gentle concern. You had to remind yourself that it was all a trick. This was a sick game he was playing.

The demon said so. And he scared you enough to believe it.

“Thank you ladies. I’ve got a case in an hour, I suspect you’ll warm up the trialed?” Simon spoke lowly, his words cryptic.

The furies hissed pleasantly, before bowing and vanishing in a crack of smoke. The smell of ash made your stomach clench.

Simon’s stare landed upon you. You felt like a sheep in front of a wolf, two wolves if you counted the stranger known as Keegan.

Simon’s eyes followed yours, knowing you were gazing warily at his sparring partner.

“This is Thanatos, yet he prefers his vessel’s name of Keegan.” Simon introduced you. Keegan’s hands went to his hood, pulling the material down so all of his face was now visible. He was incredibly handsome, in a predatory way. His jaw was tight, teeth sharp against his growing smirk. His nose was long, and his hair a dark shadow color. Yet most startling was his eyes, a blue so cold it could almost be described as a milky white.

“A pleasure it is to meet you, flos.” His voice was deep, and it matched his cold complexion. You lifted your lip slightly, a simple greeting.

Keegan turned back to Simon, declining his head slightly. “I must go, I’ll be back for the hearing, I have a feeling this will be ugly.”

Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment, this meant you’d be alone with Simon again. You clenched your hands to avoid them shaking.

“Safe travels.” Simon grunted, nodding his head in a farewell as Keegan spread his massive wings and flew in a flash so fast you couldn’t see anything but a blur.

Now the two of you were alone. You inhaled, act natural.

It was hard not to stare at the God in front of you. His bare chest glistened with sweat, his muscles clenched from such a workout. He was beautiful in a monstrous way, in a dangerous way.

The cut across his arm had already closed, yet golden blood still flowed on his flesh. The strange color nearly glowing.

You flinched back when you felt the feeling of his bare fingertips brushing your chin, guiding your head to glance at him from under the skull.

“Is everything alright?” Simon asked, his voice laced with concern that seemed to be genuine. His fingers retracted carefully, noticing the discomfort swimming in your eyes.

“Yes, I’m fine. I just slept wrong,” you partially lied, though Simon didn’t seem to catch onto it. Instead he pulled his cloak over his chest, covering himself slightly, though you could still see the thin line of his toned stomach and valley of his chest.

“Then I have something to show you, are you alright with walking a bit?”

You nodded hesitantly, cursing when he extended his arm for you to take. You did so, feeling the chill of his skin through the thin material of his clothes.

“You know, you don’t have to tell me what is bugging you, but I’ll always be here to listen,” his voice was soft.

“Bad dream.” You mumbled, stepping down the path and into the entrance of a large cave, it was dark but not entirely so. You could make out the large silhouette of something massive.

“Are you sure it was a dream?” The God had asked, which did little to conceal your fear. You huffed fearfully, shaking your head.

Whatever Simon was going to say next was halted by a deafening bark, the sound causing dust to spill from the ceiling above. You froze, the only thing your body could muster up, as you stared at the most monstrous creature you’ve ever seen. A small squeak left your mouth as this creature came into the light.

Whiskers like swords covered each head, three of them. Teeth bared against then black and brown coat, a low whine escaping the ‘dog’.

“This is Cerberus, he guards the entrance of my palace, and he is my most loyal friend.” Simon spoke lightly, happily stepping forward. The dog batted his tail against the ground, shaking the cave again with its pure size.

When the dog noticed your scent and figure, it’s long tongue slipped out of each of its mouths, teeth bared in a smile, hot breath fanning across your face in bursts. Cerberus barked, making you flinch back. With a small wave of Simon’s hand, the dog shrunk, becoming the size of a large wolf. Still, the dog was massive, but less so of a monster.

“Come say hello.” Simon prodded, his hand falling upon one of the heads, scratching behind its ears as the other two looked on in jealousy.

You didn’t make a move to approach.

“He won’t hurt you. Besides, my scent is all over you, Cerberus will see you as a friend.” Simon reassured, although you wondered if he was attempting to kill you easily, the dog hiding all evidence of your demise.

It seemed you were taking far to long to make up your mind, because Cerberus leapt from his haunches, bringing his paws up and tackling you down to the cave floor. You fell with a ‘humph’, frozen in fear as his mouth lowered to your face.

A squeak clawed up your throat, just as the dog’s three mouths opened, licking long stripes up your chin.

It seemed… happy.

“Get off you big oaf.” Simon snatched his pet back by his neck, concern falling over his dark irises, before realizing you weren’t hurt.

Then to your absolute surprise, the God laughed. Not a chuckle or crinkle of his eyes, no. Simon was hunched over, uncharacteristically laughing so brightly you nearly forgot about the dreams that plagued your mind and your now dirty dress.

Cerberus barked, wiggling free of Simon’s hold, before stopping in front of you. His tail wagging happily.

In a strange way, the creature was cute.

You hesitantly reached out, bringing your shaking fingers towards one of the snouts, a bubbly sigh falling from your lips as the head tilted into the caress, although the other heads looked jealous.

“You’re not so bad are yah, boy?” You smiled, brushing yourself off and rising to your feet again. The dog lapped at his jaws, drool now falling upon the ground as it reveled in your touch. It was obvious you needed to find some time to play with it.

“You’re a natural, sponsa mea.” Simon purred from a couple feet away, looking on at his companion and betrothed with a puffed chest. It confused you, how he could play his act so well, how he could so easily pretend to love a weak mortal such as yourself.

“I used to feed the village strays.” You admitted, remembering how excited the young pups were when you’d come baring scraps from feasts. Simon’s eyes crinkled, “I know.”

Right, the crow. He saw nearly everything you did in your village. It was enough for a cold shiver to run down your spine.

A hand still sat perched upon Cerberus’ head, but a loud growl disturbed you, making you nearly fall upon your own feet again. One of the dog’s heads was sniffing at your ankle, his teeth bared back and threatening.

The ankle the creature had burned. You felt panic begin to spread through your very veins.

Simon grew serious, his posture straightened. “He smells something on you, darling.” He spoke like barbed wire, cutting and deep. He was demanding an explanation. You wanted to pass away there, but you wouldn’t escape him, even in death.

You took a step back, just as the God took a stalking step forward. He seemed hurt by the action, but halted his advances.

“Whatever Cerberus smells on you, is serious. Let me look at it. Please darling, I don’t want you hurt.” His voice was liquid gold, and it pulled you in like a siren on the sea.

“It wasn’t just a dream.” You whispered, using the last bit of blind trust you had in the God of the Dead. “I was shown awful things, terrible things.”

You felt so weak. Pathetic. Yet Simon didn’t make you feel small as he approached, guiding his companion out of the way to gaze at the flowing fabric of your dress.

He crouched, kneeling on his knees in a way that made heat fall upon your stomach. If you weren’t so terrified, perhaps you’d be burning with want, seeing such a large and terrifying man knelt in front of you. A king kneeling for a queen.

You lifted your foot, placing the leg in his awaiting hand, his touch was gentle, gloved hands falling upon your freshly washed skin. It was soothing on the wound, but his reaction immediately grounded you. He lifted the dress fabric higher, curses falling from his lips in such dark anger you whimpered.

“When did this appear?” His tone was serious and stern, never had he spoke to you like this. You gulped, “After my nightmare. Except I don’t think it was a nightmare, those eyes, it grabbed me.” You sobbed, watching on as Simon dropped your ankle once more.

In the blink of an eye another familiar black-cloaked figure appeared next to Simon. Keegan no longer wore a playful smirk, instead he sternly glanced at his King.

“Take her back to the palace, I want eyes on her at all times, take shifts with the furies. Report to me if anything happens. Immediately.”

Keegan bowed, yet you stepped towards Simon, “where are you going?” You whimpered, just as Cerberus whined.

“To call a council. Our greatest enemy is back, and it’s hunting you.” Simon growled, before disappearing in a flap of angry wings.

You never should have ate that seed.

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The Daughter's Return Part 3

Chapter 12: The Call Home

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The amount of times you were dry heaving into the toilet made you think your body was trying to delay this conversation with your father. You had to admit, you were thanking this baby for prolonging the inevitable. The thought of hearing your father and Marco on the other side of the transponder snail made you start another round of gags into the toilet.

A knock came at the door, Whitey’s friendly voice asking if you were okay.

You almost laughed at her question. How could you answer that? You were pregnant. Thatch was dead. Teach was a traitor. Ace had abandoned you, and now he was set to be publicly executed.

You were far from okay.

And yet, when you answered, you simply let out a weak “I’m fine!” Even though your heart and soul had been collapsing in on itself for almost a month now.

You and Ace were supposed to be going to doctor's visits. Your baby was the size of an avocado now, if you remembered correctly from that pamphlet the nurse had given you back in Alabasta.

You should’ve defeated Teach easily. The two of you working together would’ve been no match for him. It didn’t matter what his devil fruit was. The two of you would’ve won.

If Ace wouldn’t have acted irrationally, the two of you would still be together. The two of you would’ve been okay. Life would be a little less bleak.

But Ace never thought about the consequences of things. He only ever just did them.

God, you were so tired.

You began crying again, hot and angry tears. You wanted to scream or punch something, anything to get rid of your frustration. You wanted to create a lava flow so extreme that you created a new island from your grief.

But you couldn’t do any of that right now. You could only cry.

“I’m coming in,” Whitey said, opening the door.

“Hey babe,” she said softly. “I told you it’s going to be okay. Do you really think the Whitebeard is going to let his second commander die?”

“It’ll be a bloodbath,” you sobbed. “People are going to die regardless of what we choose to do.”

“Let’s not think like that,” she said, although she knew you were right. “Let’s go talk to Pops and see what ideas come up.”

You wiped your face free of tears and took a deep breath. You had to be composed for this meeting. You had an idea, and you knew your father would only let you do it if he thought you were in an adequate mental state. The plan was risky, but at least you were the only one being put at risk.

The snail began to call, and the knot in your stomach tightened.

“Yes?” Your father’s voice boomed from the snail. He sounded exhausted. You couldn’t blame him.

“Hey Pops,” Whitey said. “It’s-“

“Whitey!” His voice became more enthusiastic, but you could still hear the exhaustion. “Tell me you have good news.”

“I do.” Whitey nudged you, motioning for you to speak.

“Hey dad.” Your voice came out weaker than you wanted it to, but still confident, given the circumstances.

“Y/N.” You could hear your father’s voice get watery, and you knew he was just as relieved to hear your voice as you were to hear his. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“Listen, dad.” You took a deep breath. “I have a plan.”

“A plan?”

“If Whitey can give me Ace’s vivre card, I can intercept them before he gets to Impel Down and-“

His voice cut you off, full of rage. “Absolutely not.”

“Dad!” You cried, trying to stay calm. “It’s the best way for us to-“

“No. Your ass is coming RIGHT back to this ship and you are staying here until I say otherwise.”

“I can do it!” you argued. “I need to-“

“You are not doing it. That’s an order.”

“You know I can do it!” You screamed. You knew you were losing your cool, but you didn’t care. Ace’s life was at risk. Everything was at risk.

“I want you to report back to the ship.” You could hear he was struggling to keep his composure.

“That’s not fair!”

“I don’t want to hear SHIT about fair. What’s not fair is you keeping secrets! I have tolerated your rebellions and let you get away with far too much these past few months. But this is crossing a line. You WILL remain with Whitey until you return and then we will have a private discussion on your involvement in this rescue mission going forward. Is that understood?”

He knew. Of course he knew. Marco would’ve told him as soon as he read the report.

“Dad, ple-”

“Whitey,” your father said, ignoring you. “Do whatever you have to in order to keep her on that ship. Put sea prism cuffs on her. Throw her in the brig if you need to. But do not let her get off that ship until you are here. Is that clear?”

You looked at Whitey, your eyes full of silent begging. You needed her to fight for you. To vouch that you could succeed.

“Of course, Pops,” she said, giving you a remorseful look. “We can do that.”

“Whitey-“ you pleaded.

“Y/N.” He sounded so tired. “For once in your life, don’t cause more problems than there already are.”

His words made tears prick at the corner of your eyes. They were harsh, but they were true. All you had done was cause problems recently. For everyone around you. The least you could do was follow this one order to return home.

“Yes sir,” you whispered, and the line disconnected without further conversation.

“Im not going to lock you up,” Whitey said. “But you are going to have to stay in my view the whole time.”

You gave her a weak smile, thankful you wouldn’t have to spend your journey in the cells below deck. “Just like old times, huh? When the others couldn’t pay us to be apart.”

A wave of relief visibly washed over her face, thankful you weren’t going to resist. “Just like old times.”

You slept with Whitey in the captains quarters that night.

Slept wasn’t the right word. You couldn’t sleep. You just kept thinking of Ace, chained to a wall and being beaten and ridiculed. Had he given up on life as much as you had?

You knew you couldn’t go get him. The fleets that were escorting him were going to be full of high level marines. Even on a good day, you weren’t sure if you could do it. Trying to do it now would be suicide.

But maybe there was something else you could do. Someone else who could help. You just had to get to them.

You carefully climbed out of bed, trying your best not to wake Whitey. Every creak made you wince, but Whitey stayed asleep.

The door was the hardest part. You knew it would groan as you opened it, and there was nothing you could do to prevent the sound.

Slowly, painfully, you opened it, your eyes glued to Whitey. She stirred in her sleep a few times, but she never opened her eyes. You finally opened it enough to slip through, and you silently shut it back into place.

You quickly moved to the kitchen, grabbing food rations and other supplies that you would need. You were going back to the New World. It would be a long journey, especially with your current state. But you would do it if it meant saving Ace.

You would need a bottle of sake, and you found the perfect one. A large one from the East Blue. It wasn’t nearly enough for the favor you had to ask, but hopefully he would be gracious.

“What are you doing?”

Fuck. You hadn’t been fast enough.

“Whitey!” You turned around, her icy glare on you. “I was just-“

“Don’t lie,” she snapped.

“Please Whitey I…I need to do something.”

“Do you even have a plan?” She demanded. “You can’t take on that kind of naval power even on your best day, and you know it.”

“I’m not going to rescue him!” As much as you wanted to, you knew Whitey was right. You couldn’t do it alone.

She scoffed, clearly doubting your words. “You’re not? Really?”

“I swear Whitey. I’m going to ask for help. I know I can’t beat a naval fleet, but there is something I can do. Someone I can talk to.” You looked around desperately. “Please, just go back to bed.”

She shook her head. “You know I can’t do that.”

“Whitey please-“

“I can’t let you leave after explicit instructions,” she yelled, and you feared that other people would come to investigate the commotion soon. “I’d be disobeying my captain. And you might be able to do that, but I can’t.”

Your words wouldn’t convince her. You’d have to use strength. Against your best and oldest friend.

Tears pooled in your eyes. “Please don’t make me do this.”

She closed her eyes. “You have to.”

You took your bracelet and held it across your knuckles. “I’m sorry, Whitey. I don’t want to-“

“Good luck,” she whispered, a smile on her lips. “You can do it. You can find a way to save him.”

You swung as hard as you could, aiming for the spot you knew would knock her out. Your fist and sea prism bracelet connected with her pressure point, and she slumped to the ground, unconscious.

You grabbed your things and took off towards your sloop, which was still connected to the back of Whitey’s ship.

“Okay baby,” you whispered to your stomach. “Just let me get to help, and then you can make me as sick as you want, okay? Just cooperate until then. We can do this.”

You really were a terrible person. Lying to everyone around you, knocking your best friend unconscious, forcing your unborn child to go through dangerous waters with little sleep and little nutrition. You had never been this careless or thoughtless in your life.

If you kept acting like this, you were going to die. You knew that. But you didn’t care. Ace promised that you could die first. If he was moving up his timetable, so were you.

You took off on your sloop, pulling out the vivre card to follow. Onto the New World.

Onto find Shanks.

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allfortheslay25 · 8 months

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Neil Headcanons:

(I have more hc but these are just a few I’ve written down)

After Mary dies, Neil sleeps with a pillow against his back. He can’t sleep without it there

When Neil is scared, he doesn’t make a noise, just either flinches or internally breaks down because screaming from fear or nightmare or whatever draws attention while on the run

Neil can’t cook with flavor at all. He sucks at it

Neil is a really good driver in every way besides parking. He cannot park to save a life. Parking was not essential on the run when he was a getaway driver so he never learned to do it properly

Neil picks at the skin on his lips so they’re really dry and chapped and scarred

He’s a nail biter and sometimes bites his skin to the point it bleeds

He had very few freckles due to lack of sun while on the run, but he still had some speckled over his face until they were cut/burned off during Baltimore

Neil slowly pierces parts of his body over the years to reclaim his body

He also gets a few small tattoos

He never properly learns to fight. All the Foxes take turns/bet on who can teach Neil to fight. Matt teaches Neil to throw a punch and it’s the farthest anyone can get

He jump-ropes at the dorms sometimes if he’s antsy and can’t trust himself to go on a run

Neil sometimes hates showers and finds them to be a hassle. He’s not used to showering so much because he didn’t always have access to a shower while on the run

He actually looks nearly exactly like Mary and less like Nathan. Mary just projected her anger for her husband onto Neil since he’s their son and said it was because he looked like Nathan. Neil actually looks like 90% of Mary but has similar hair and eye color to Nathan

Neil likes skirts but does not prefer to wear them outside the comfort of his home. He is not used to doing things that make people stare

Neil has a habit of needing to do something with his mouth so he chews gum sometimes (Nicky buys packs of them for him after Neil’s pens exploded in his mouth for the fifth time in a single week)

Neil makes dry, out of pocket jokes about his trauma randomly throughout a day

His favorite fruit is actually bananas but his favorite berry are strawberries

Nathan is polish so Neil knew polish when he was 10 but Mary beat it out of him because she thought it made him sound like Nathan

After staying in Palmetto, Neil becomes a sleep kicker because his body and mind are slowly processing all the trauma he went through and it makes sleep just chaotic (a temporary REM sleep behavior disorder)

Neil can’t grow anything more than peach fuzz on his face because Nathan’s male family genes don’t grow facial hair

In Neil’s second year, the Foxes all share their own meal recipes so they can each teach Neil to cook something that actually tastes like food

Neil’s favorite color is gray but his favorite color (that’s not muted) is blue

The reason Neil is not good with his fists in a fight is because he’s got better control of his legs and should be fighting with those instead (Renee is the one to realize this but since none of the foxes know how to properly use their legs in a fight, Neil doesn’t learn much)

#headcanon hour #aftg #all for the game #headcanon #neil josten

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amica-aenigmata-naboo · 7 months

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COLLISION

Astarion x Y/N - Chapter 4 - 3.9K WC

Masterlist

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 (you are here!)

Chapter 5 NSFW 18+

Chapter 6 NSFW 18+

Chapter 7 NSFW 18+

Warnings: mention of SA (not detailed), drug use (elixir), slightly steamy (not NSFW)

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A sunbeam perfectly aimed for your face is what woke you. The warmth making you smile before you lazily got up from your bedroll, wincing a bit. You saw everyone seemingly at the bonfire looking like they were ready to head out. Everyone apart from a certain vampire. You jogged over to the campfire from your tent.

“Y/N! Thank the gods you’re awake. We were all going to head out and visit a merchant, care to join us?” Karlach beamed.

You went to answer but you winced, hard. Enough for Karlach and the others to notice. You lifted up your shirt to reveal the wound the nurse left on your lower stomach.

“That’s infected, no wonder you’re in pain.” Gale said, moving to retrieve a salve from his backpack. “Here,” he said, rubbing it into your skin before conjuring gauze to cover it. It felt cool and soothed the hateful heat emitting from the wound. “That’ll take a few hours to clear the infection out and fully heal the wound. You’ll need to stay here and rest for the day. Astarion will stay with you; help keep the camp safe and keep you company.”

“Sure it's a good idea keeping those two together?” Shadowheart asked, alluding to the punching incident.

“We’ll be fine.” you reassured her, giving her shoulder a light squeeze.

“Well we best be off. Want anything from the merchant?” Karlach asked.

“I’d love a book or two if you could find any for cheap.” you asked shyly, “I’ll pay you back when I can.”

Karlach shook her head, “No need, books it is! Rest easy soldier!” she said starting to leave camp.

Gale clapped your shoulder before leaving, “Books, eh? A cleric after my own heart.” he smiled.

And just like that, camp was quiet aside from the occasional bird. You elected to change into a different pair of small clothes. A simple black, flowy long sleeve. Much too large for you but that's what made it so comfy. Slipping on a new pair of under shorts you hauled your dirty clothes and armor to the streamside. You trudged back up the hill to grab your phone. So far it hasn’t needed to be enchanted again, it has yet to fall below 100%. You peered into Astarion’s tent as you walked past it, he was still asleep (meditating?), best to leave him alone.

Returning to the stream with your phone you started to play music. The soft beats of Cooks by Still Woozy bumped along as you softly sang to it, cleaning your clothes and armor.

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Astarion watched you walk up and down the hill to the stream twice, acting asleep when you peered into his tent. He snuck down the hill, grabbing two bright red apples before standing a few feet behind you. The music you listened to was strange, nothing like he had heard before. Your world must have been strange. He made his way to you, shifting the rocks as he walked so he wouldn’t startle you. You looked up at him, a smile graced your face that would put the sun to shame. His rare doe eyes made an appearance along with a genuine smirk. Nothing seductive or tricky about it, just unhideable glee. He felt so wrong and yet so right being this happy with another person. Most of all he felt confused, unsure of how to proceed with all these new feelings that accompanied freedom. He pushed the anxiety to the back of his mind, silently holding out one of the apples to you. You gently put your armor down, wiping your wet hands on your shirt quickly before taking the fruit.

“Thank you.” you smiled at him before motioning for him to sit with you as you took a bite. Astarion sat with his back against the tree you had hung your clothes on to dry. His feet next to your legs as you sat criss cross fully facing him. He ate a few bites of his apple before looking into your eyes.

“What?” he asked, he had felt you staring at him.

“Sorry! I just… I didn’t know vampires could eat real food.” you tried to say casually, finding your apple to be most interesting in the moment as you stared at it in your lap.

He chuckled, “We need blood to survive but we can still imbibe in the pleasures of mortals.”

You nodded, giving a short chuckle of embarrassment.

Astarion bent his head a little to catch your eyes which you quickly averted. He sighed, “Any other vampiric queries? You must be dying to know…” he smirked his usual taunting smirk at you.

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable…” you eyed him.

His heart grew two sizes. You cared about his feelings? You weren't going to make him talk if he didn’t want to? You surprised him everyday, and today was no exception. He nodded at you.

“Can you eat garlic?” you asked.

He laughed and looked at you confused, “Are vampires from your world so weak they can be taken out by a vegetable?”

“Apparently.” you laughed, “How come you can be in the sun?”

“That’s a new development thanks to our little worms. Usually I’d be a pile of ash.” he grimaced at the end.

You nodded curtly, “Wooden stake to the heart, is that lethal for vampires here?”

“Who wouldn’t that kill?” he asked rhetorically.

“Good point.” you said finishing your apple before throwing the core into the stream, Astarion doing the same shortly after. “How old are you?”

“230.” he said softly, the air changing into something sour.

You looked at him empathetically, scooching closer so you could sit next to him. Hesitantly you softly grabbed his hand, giving him every opportunity to pull away. He watched you trace his knuckles, veins, tendons, etc. You spoke softly as you interlaced your fingers, “People often speak in riddles when trying to comfort others… but the pain you’ve endured. All I can say is I’m so sorry Astarion. So very sorry.” You gently kissed the back of his hand before continuing to trace his veins.

He nodded and looked down to hide the stray tear that threatened to spill. He squeezed your hand before letting it go. “Would you like to do something fun?” he asked suddenly.

You pulled your hand back, missing his touch already all the while suppressing any urges to crave intimacy with him. “Absolutely! It seems we have the camp to ourselves today, no better time to do something fun.” you smiled at him standing up. You moved your armor to a large rock so everything could start drying. Astarion walked to his tent and you followed. He turned to you after digging in his supply pack for a moment. He held a rectangular bottle with a dazzling gold liquid swirling about inside.

“Elixir of Folly.” he said, handing it to you. You inspected the bottle before popping the lid open. A few random sparkles fizzled out before you brought the bottle to your nose, it smelled like vanilla and death. You quickly pulled it back from your face. Astarion laughed at your reaction. He gently took the open bottle from you.

“Don’t worry, a little death is what makes this so fun. You’ll be fine I promise.” he said before drinking half the bottle. He handed the rest to you, waiting to see if you trusted him enough to try it. You took the bottle, “Cheers?” you said quizzically before gulping down the drink. You didn’t feel any different.

“So… what does it do? Make you happy or something?” you asked, sitting on his bedroll. He sat next to you knocking your shoulder with his playfully.

“Euphoric is a better term. Let's just say this potion is for… recreational use.” He could feel a gentle warmth engulf him. His brain felt fuzzy and everything seemed full of wonder. A gentle smile laid on his face as his eyes glossed over.

You felt the same sensations, “I’m sorry but did we just do drugs? Magical drugs?” you said with a slight panic to your voice.

“Darling, with all due respect, shut up and enjoy just this once. Please?” he sighed.

You put your hands up in surrender, “Alright, I trust you.”

His eyes widened a bit, the soft glow around you surely proved you were an angel. A stupid idea really, to trust him. And yet, all he could feel was pride and joy at the fact that you trusted him and wanted to protect him. He would never admit it, not even to himself, but he trusted you too. Is this what it feels like to be cared for? You let out a long sigh, pulling him from his thoughts. He watched you shift so your whole body was laying in the pleasant sunlight. You stretched, reminding him of a cat on a sunny day. Your hand flew up, eyes still closed. He looked at your hand before taking it. You yanked him down so he was laying next to you in the sun. He quickly relaxed, stretching and making himself comfortable in the sun. He watched you, memorizing your face while it was blissed out.

“Ya know,” you began softly, keeping your eyes shut “I never do this in my world. I feel like I belong to the dark there. It's… lonely and… miserable if I’m honest. I like being here with you. With all of you. I don’t even know if I want to go back.” you hummed, a little smile never leaving your face.

What Astarion neglected to tell you was that Elixir of Folly was known for loosening tongues and dropping guards as well as its euphoric side effects. He really had no ill intentions, he really did just want to have fun with you. But he couldn’t help but hope for exactly what was happening, you dropping your guard enough for him to probe.

“You don’t want to go home?” he asked, gently brushing a piece of hair out of your closed eyes.

Your eyes fluttered open, you turned on your side so you were facing him. You softly took his hand that brushed your hair away, holding it to your cheek and rubbing your thumb over his knuckles repeatedly. “If I’m honest… it never felt like home. I was stuck doing the same mundane thing over and over again every day… it made life… melancholic.” you sighed, looking down sadly. It's true, life wasn’t easier before all this happened to you. Drowning in bills, fighting depression, being alone. Maybe that's why you thought so little of going home. You don’t really want to go back, but you should… shouldn’t you? The longer you stayed in Baldur’s Gate the less you missed your old life, the less you remembered it.

Astarion hummed, rubbing his thumb over your cheek bone. “Really? No lovers are going to miss you terribly?” he asked.

You let out a huff that was almost a chuckle, “I haven’t had a lover in quite some time.” you replied.

“Oh? And why’s that?” he said quietly shifting ever so slightly closer to you.

“I was tired of being used. I’d rather have nothing than be used like a collection of parts for somebody else.” you paused for a moment before flicking your eyes to his momentarily, “I’d live 1000 lifetimes alone if it meant I got to have one love. One true love. But… I don’t know if I was made to be loved. I think I was made to love others. To look after everyone else and make sure they feel okay. Some people are just born with tragedy in their blood I suppose.” you sighed.

“I understand,” he whispered. Trying to change the mood he quickly asked, “What’s your favorite color?”

You giggled at his ungraceful change of topic but let it slide, “Black.” you replied.

“Favorite book?”

“A Portrait of Dorian Grey.” you said quickly. “Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.” you quoted aloud.

Astarion smiled, he liked that you enjoyed reading. Even more impressive that you could recall quotes from the book so easily. He felt the quote sink into his mind, thinking how something tragic must be behind you just as there is for him.

“A secret?” he asked hesitantly, looking at you.

“I like you a lot. Even when you didn’t like me. It made me so sad you didn’t like me. It made me even sadder when you wanted to have sex because I know you don’t want to.” you rattled off, sounding progressively more sleepy and unfocused.

Astarion’s chest gave a squeeze, “How did you know I didn’t want to?”

“I know what it’s like to have someone do things to your body that you don’t want. I also know what it’s like to feel like you owe someone your body. Both are wretched feelings. I could see them in your eyes. I’d never want to hurt you, especially like that.” you mumbled, unconsciously snuggling yourself into his chest as you drifted off to sleep.

Astarion let this tear slip down his face. He listened to your even heartbeat, he watched the hypnotic rise and fall of your chest. He held you while you slept until he too started to feel drowsy.

“I’m going to fall for you and it will kill me 1000 times over when you inevitably leave.” he whispered to nobody in particular, slipping into a dreamless sleep.

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Karlach and everyone else went back to their tents as soon as they all came back. Everyone was exhausted from having to walk two towns over since the usual merchant wasn’t in town today. She walked past Astarion’s tent with little care until she noticed four feet just barely peeking outside of the tent flap. Her curiosity got the better of her and she opened the tent flap slightly. Her fiery heart jolted with happiness. The two of you lost in slumber and each other's arms. Karlach silently took your phone from next to you, she took a picture of the two of you. She had come to love your phone, especially after she learned how to take selfies. Gently plopping the phone back down next to you, she backed away from the tent.

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You awoke to the ghosting of a hand rubbing soft circles on your exposed hip and lower back. Fluttering your eyes open, you were met with Astarion’s ruby eyes. You jolted back a little, the feeling of the elixir completely gone. You tried to scoot away but he held you in place.

“I’m sorry, I’ll go…” you said, again trying to leave. You couldn’t believe you fell asleep on the one person who didn’t need the pressure or even the innuendo of intimacy.

“Stay?” Astarion asked hopefully, readjusting his grip on your hip so he could pull you back to him.

“Astarion stop, you don’t have to..” you looked at him with a fragile gaze.

“But what if I want to?” he said against your lips as he finally pulled you flush to him, in the softest tone you’d ever heard him utter. His eyes looked between your lips and eyes repeatedly, asking an unspoken question.

You wish you could. Gods you do. But you couldn’t tell if this was real, or if he had ulterior motives. Your eyes grew sad as you placed your hand on his chest, putting space between the two of you.

“We shouldn’t.” you said painfully.

Astarion felt a pang in his chest, not the good kind. Did you not feel the air grow thick and sweet whenever you two were alone? He shifted his gaze downwards feeling hurt but determined not to show it.

He cleared his throat before swiftly pulling away and getting up, “We should join the others, I can smell whatever they’re roasting out there.” He helped you up with one arm.

Truth be told, your heart hurt just as much as his unbeating one. You wanted so badly to touch him, to feel him, to know him in every way. The last few weeks you have been together have brought you so much closer and every day you fell more and more for the pale elf. You’d never say it was love stirring inside you. Not out loud at least.

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The group quickly took to drinking when a new companion came to camp that night. Halsin had finally returned. You introduced yourself and found yourself drinking with the friendly druid like you were old friends. You had quite the green thumb back home, plants covered your home wall to wall. You two talked about nature endlessly and before you knew it, you felt drunk. Karlach had started to play music on your phone a while ago, everyone had come to like having the music going during supper. Astarion sat on the adjacent log at the campfire, unusually quiet beside Karlach. He watched you light up for the druid. Has he misread everything between you two over the past few weeks?

A particularly lively song came on, Allegro by Antonio Vivaldi. Halsin stood, extending his hand to you. You looked at him, your cheeks warming “I… I’m sorry… I don’t exactly know how to dance to this type of music.”

“Where better to learn than among friends?” he declared pulling you up and to the side of the campfire.

Halsin was patient. He taught you the most simple waltz, or what you could call a waltz in your state. You giggled and smiled, it was infectious. Everyone seemed to enjoy the sight. Everyone except Astarion who huffed and walked back to his tent after the third song had passed. He couldn’t bear to watch you grow close to another. The way Halsin put his hands on you so gently. Could he ever do such a thing? To watch someone else end up with someone he wanted so desperately. So purely. It left an awful taste in his mouth and a wrenching in his heart.

You spun around and finished your dance. Out of breath you thanked Halsin for the lovely dances before excusing yourself and trotting after Astarion.

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You knocked lightly on the tent post. Astarion hummed, expecting another one of your companions perhaps. You entered his tent and he tutted looking away from you.

“What?” he said sharply.

“I wanted to check on you… why’d you leave?” you said shifting from foot to foot, his tone making you feel uneasy.

“Oh you noticed? I thought you’d be in Halsin’s bed by now.” the venom in his voice made you cringe, stepping back from him.

“What? Why would you think that? I just met him tonight?” you sounded confused.

“Like that would stop you.” He said standing up, moving to walk past you.

You ignored the way you felt your eyes getting misty, putting your hand against his chest making him stop and look at you. “You’re being hurtful. Why?” you asked.

He sighed, the last time he tried this approach it got him punched so he might as well attempt to talk to you about his feelings. If he could manage it.

“Why didn’t you kiss me?” he whispered, his own eyes misting.

You bit your lip before responding truthfully, “Because I don’t know if you truly want it. Or if you’re trying to use me. I… I can't do that again, Astarion. I won't.” you paused, taking in a shaky breath “And I won't let you use yourself to get something from me. You need but ask and I will do as you ask without hesitation.”

“Kiss me then.” he asked, his eyes big and pleading.

You looked down, shaking your head. You let the tears fall but did your best to keep quiet so Astarion didn’t hear you breaking. You crumbled to the ground, the weight of everything sinking you. Astarion descended with you. He looked so soft, so concerned. So unlike the snooty jerk you initially met.

“Can I tell you a secret?” he asked, taking your hand, tracing your knuckles, veins, tendons, etc. “You could cut me down and I’d ask you to do it again. Everything with you feels unlike anything else. It drives me mad honestly.” His admission shocked you, you went to reply before he spoke again, “And yet, I seek you out every day because whatever you have poisoned me with… it's as if you are the antidote. I cannot breathe when you are not near. I rise and rest with my thoughts being overwhelmed by you.” he sighed shakily.

You looked at him, absolutely gobsmacked. Your tears hadn’t ceased; Astarion raised his hand hesitantly before deciding to beg forgiveness instead of asking permission before he wiped your cheeks with his thumb. He held your face in his palm, the lump in his throat growing with each passing moment.

“I want you. That is my choice, that is my decision, those are my feelings. And if you won’t have me just say the -” Astarion’s preparation for rejection caught in his throat when you consumed him in the most feather light kiss. Your hands shook as you gingerly held his face, ever so lightly deepening the kiss. You pulled back slightly, eyeing him for a reaction. His eyes were closed, he had a smile on his lips, and his tongue darted out to taste yourself on him.

“Can I do that again?” you ask barely above a whisper. He was captivating. His lips tasted like brandy and you could get lost in them forever.

“As you wish.” he said, opening his eyes. Pulling you to him so that you straddled him. He felt you tense above him, not putting your weight on him. “We can stop if either of us feels anything besides pleasure.” he assured you as he held your face with one hand and your hip with another. He looked so calm, as if this is right where he wanted to be. You settled yourself in his lap quickly before going back to his lips. You moved them hesitantly before he kissed you with so much passion it made your head spin. The kiss quickly turned into a battle for dominance but it was no surprise that the man with 200 years experience over you won. Astarion moved to lay you down, you felt his hands roam your body. He kissed your jaw, moving down to your neck, then your collar bones. His fingers gently untied the laces of your shirt.

You went rigid.

Scared

Is what rang out in his mind. He quickly pulled off of you, glancing you over to see if he had somehow hurt you.

“I’m sorry…” you whispered, pulling your shirt together. “Can we… not do anything more?”

Astarion’s worry faded into understanding, “Of course.” he smiled as he pulled off of you. “Could I be so bold as to ask you to stay? Just to sleep!” he quickly clarified.

You smiled up at him, your erratic heartbeat already returning to normal. “I’d love to.” you said as you shifted yourself on his bedroll.

He laid next to you gently, pulling a silken blanket over the two of you. Of course he had a silk blanket for sleeping on the ground. You chuckled to yourself at the thought. You curled into his chest once again, falling asleep all too quickly. Astarion ran his fingers through your hair, he kissed your forehead one final time before closing his eyes, preparing for sleep to take him.

“To the beginning of my end.” he cheers’ed himself.

Hello! Some not awesome stuff happened in life recently, so I thought I'd write a bit. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Next chapter might have some NSFW stuff in it. What do you think? Please let me know if there is anything you'd like to see in the story or suggestions you may have. I love getting comments! Thanks for reading! <3

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urmanzack · 4 months

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i had an idea... for malleus.... imagine attending the school ball dance or something im not sure with him.... meow

May I have this dance?

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Summary: At the end of every year, Night Raven College hosts a winter ball before the long break. With all your friends abandoning you, you’re left with a last minute date with a guy you’ve never even met. Let’s just say, it didn’t go to plan. However, there’s someone you’ve been eyeing off for a while now. Maybe this is your chance to talk to him? Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Characters: Malleus Draconia Warnings: Insecurity A/N: anon when i catch you. this is gonna be 2-3 parts, this first one more setting the scene

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You heaved a sigh, sitting on the cold steps. Today was the night of the NRC winter ball, classes had gone by leisurely because everyone was too ecstatic to stay focused— which didn’t go down well with Professor Crewel. Gosh, even the teachers seemed excited. It was truly the event of the year.

And you? Were dressed up for nothing.

The chilly night air filled your lungs, as if a ghost was trying to comfort you because your friends certainly weren’t going to.

A Savanaclaw boy had originally asked you out to the dance, obviously not wanting to be alone; you accepted despite not knowing him. Look where that got you now. A stupid, last minute date that didn’t even show up.

It must’ve been a dare. How could I have been so foolish?

You felt so disappointed, deep down you’d been looking forward to this. Deep, deep down that familiar sadness was brewing inside you threatening to swallow you whole. Oh, how it was sickening. Tears threatened to fall, but just because your eyes were dry! Nothing else. Nothing at all. You weren’t looking forward to this at all. You didn’t care.

Ballroom music caught your attention, a small, sad smile peeked at your lips. Hopefully your friends were having fun, and not sitting outside like a complete loser.

Hmm… maybe I should just go look for them. I can’t return to my dorm like this can I?

Your mind was made up. A little burst of confidence helped you stand up, pulling yourself off the stone steps and stand at the halls entrance. You closed your eyes, taking in a deep breath.

No more than an hour. And certainly no dancing.

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Inside was gorgeous, you couldn’t deny the amount of sheer effort put into the design of the ballroom. The student council committee had worked hard, and it showed.

Soft snow glittered on the floor, set up in the corners as little mounds. The lighting was like rays of moonlight, reflecting off of your eyes. The whole hall was very well put together. It looked elegant, similar to a scene from a fantasy movie.

However— cheap blue party streamers hung from the ceiling showing it wasn’t all that fancy.

With other people dancing, chatting away with their friend groups, kissing their partners in their matching prom outfits… you couldn’t help but feel alone, and a tiny bit self conscious. Was anyone noticing you standing around by yourself?

I’ll just find someone I can talk to, or hang around. Where’s my group anyway?

Although. After wandering in the shadows for ages, this wasn’t working. You glanced down at your feet, kicking the blue streamers. This was awkward.

No signs of my friends, or Malleus.

Oh, Malleus. Diasomnia’s dorm leader was so dreamy.

Your eyes drifted to the punch table that seemed very tempting right now. No one was loitering there, so you wouldn’t get caught in conversation with someone you didn’t know.

I’m already here…

Just one drink, and then you’d leave… right?

Wrong.

You were on your third cup of fruit punch. Music beat loudly in the background, it wasn’t interesting enough to focus on. Just party music, sounding more to a blur. You sighed. This whole thing had been a fluke, abandoned by your date and friends… it didn’t feel good. It was a hollow feeling that left a lump in your throat you couldn’t swallow. The lights became all fuzzy as you began dwelling in your thoughts.

Malleus.

Oh so perfect Malleus, you couldn’t help but wonder what he’d think of you in this attire?

Actually, was he even here? Surely Diasomnia would tell him about the one and only Winter ball. As third years, this was something that was celebrated yearly. But this one was different. It was your last year at Night Raven College, it was special. And for Malleus… surely Lilia would make sure he knew it was today. If not the classrooms and dorms being empty should be a big enough clue.

In complete honesty, you’d secretly been hoping he’d ask you out to the ball. The disappointment when he didn’t was… immeasurable.

So instead I made the mistake of trying to ask him. As if I had a chance. You thought bitterly, digging your nails into the side of the plastic cup.

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coworkers that fucked | gojo satoru x black reader

ʚĭɞೃ authors note: i have so much fics in my notes, i just have to edit them. i want to be consistent on here! i stormed this up after i read “the love hypothesis”, which is a great book! happy new year btw!

ʚĭɞೃ description/warning: 2.8k words; black fem!reader, pet names (baby,sweetheart), smut with plot, panty sniffing (i can explain), soft gojo, unprotected sex, creampie, finger fucking, dry humping, oral(f! receiving) , profanity, teacher!reader, submissive reader, tall!reader, slight degrading minors are not allowed!

when you moved to tokyo in hopes of a job at a high school as an english teacher, you didn’t think you’d get pulled into a world full of sorcerers who fight curses. none the less, you didn’t think you’d grow close enough to your coworker to end up in his bed.

when you first went onto the school's campus, you had no idea the school was full of sorcerers. all you knew was that the school needed an english teacher, and you were an english teacher. but when you got the job, they went on to explain the origin of the school and what kind of students the school was for; you were at a loss for words. tokyo jujutsu high school gave you glasses so that you’d be able to see curses in case of danger and called it a day. if you weren’t in such need for a job, you would’ve probably declined the offer, but that wasn’t the case.

you were introduced to the staff on your first day, and that’s when you met him. you found it odd that a guy had blindfolds on his eyes indoors but didn’t think anything of it. after that first interaction, you didn’t do much but speak common greetings to each other.

a year after you were hired as a high school teacher, you found yourself entangled with satoru gojo. it was the night of the faculty ball, and you had gotten tipsy. you were dancing to “no scrubs," and you felt hands wrap around your waist from behind. you continued to sway your hips as you sang the lyrics.

as the song ended, you turned around to see who you'd been mindlessly grinding on.

“gojo? you’ve got to be freaking kidding me." in your head, you went through the many ways the head of school would fire you for grinding against one of your coworkers.

he didn’t have his usual blindfold on but he had sunglasses on. his white hair was down, and he wore an all black suit. gojo looked good, and you weren’t afraid to admit it, you might’ve had a work crush on him when you first started working with him. he could have any woman he wanted, and you knew that. women we worked with would shamelessly flirt with him at work, so you could only imagine what it was like outside of work.

you were taken aback when he drew you by your wrist towards the venue's exit. he led you to a private area away from the venue. you could see the night lights through the huge window across from where you two were standing, and you were fighting the urge to take your phone out of your purse and snap a picture.

“can i kiss you y/n?” you were shocked at his question, in your year of working at jujutsu high, gojo paid you no mind unless it dealt with the academics of any of his students, now he was asking you to kiss him. you wondered if the faculty were playing some kind of sick joke on you, but when you looked at gojo he looked serious. the margaritas you drank earlier had you feeling bold, which led you to pull gojo by his suit and press your lips against his.

gojo’s hand found its way to your jaw while the other was wrapped around his waist, pressing your body against his. you bit his bottom lip as a way to ask for a way to his mouth, which he granted. you tasted the fruit punch on gojo’s tongue as his tongue made contact with yours. gojo pulled away from your lips then kissed along your neck which caused the pool of wetness growing in your panties to grow even more. the lip combo you took time to put on at home was probably ruined, but it was worth it. you whimpered when gojo found your spot. you could feel him growing against you because of how close he had you pressed to his body.

gojo pulled away from your neck and admired how the moon reflected on your skin. “i’ve been wanting to do that for a while.” you shyly look away from him. “my place?” he asked as he used his finger to turn your face towards him. you were so going to regret this, but you were horny.

“yeah.”

as you made your way through the door of gojo’s penthouse, you could tell his salary and yours differed greatly. across from the door you entered, there was a huge glass window that oversaw downtown tokyo. as you took your heels off at the door, you told gojo how beautiful his place was. he responded with a faint agreement, but when you looked towards him, he wasn’t looking at the view but at you.

he kissed you suddenly, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. with your heels, you were 6'2, but without them, you were 5’10. compared to gojo, you weren’t short, but there was a height difference. gojo broke apart from your lips to tell you to jump, and you did. your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. he smiled at you and then led you to his bedroom. when he made his way to his room, he softly dropped you on his bed.

“you sure no one will see us through the windows?”

“i’m sure, sweetheart." he replied as he began to take his blazer and collared skirt off. from the bed, gojo looked mesmerizing, hovering over you. you could tell he worked out by how toned his body was. gojo’s v-line was apparent, and you tried your best not to stare. you could see gojo’s length through his pants, and you whimpered at the thought of him inside you.

you hadn’t had a good fuck since your senior year of college, and you felt it was long overdue. gojo took his glasses off, and your brown eyes were met with the bluest eyes you had ever seen. you were captivated by how beautiful they were. as gojo made his way on top of you, you asked, “why do you hide them?” with your hand resting on his cheek. “too powerful.” he whispered.

you connected your lips with gojo and widened your legs so he would feel more comfortable on top of you. gojo peeled the straps of your dress, which caused it to pool around your waist. gojo’s place was cold, so your nipples were hard the moment you stepped foot in his penthouse. “no bra?” he said with a sly smile. he pulled away from your lips to give your breasts some attention. you let out a loud moan when gojo’s mouth made contact with your brown nipples. you hadn’t been touched by another man in so long, and you knew you would be sensitive to his touch. he brought his hand to your other breast to play with your other nipples, which caused you to squirm under him. you could feel yourself dripping onto your panties and you wanted nothing more than for gojo to be fucking you.

“please fuck me." you croaked out. “patience sweetheart.” he loved the way the moonlight made your brown skin glow beneath him.

gojo trailed kisses down your body until he was aligned with your cunt. he pulled your dress completely off of you, leaving you in just your panties. he sniffed you through your panties then began rubbing your clothed clit. you gasped and threw your head back onto gojo’s pillow, which caused his dick to twitch. he loved hearing the different sounds you made when he was touching you. “stop teasing me, gojo”

“i am not." he said in an offended tone.

finally gojo began to pull your panties off. once he got them completely off, he threw them across the room. you were embarrassed about how wet you got when gojo had barely done anything to you. the moonlight caused your wetness to glisten. gojo admired how beautiful your swollen lips looked.

“fuck y/n, you're perfect.” his pointer finger sank into your wetness, which caused you to moan. gojo glided his finger in and out of you, stretching you out each time he sank back in. “i’m gonna’ add another finger sweetheart. is that okay?”

you nodded your head, trying to keep your composure. “i need words, sweetheart.” your heart lurched in your chest at gojo’s words. “y-yes”, you let out weakly. gojo added his finger and sank his middle finger into you, and he felt you tense. you didn’t know if it was because you hadn't done this in a long time or because his fingers were big, but you couldn’t believe you were feeling this way over his fingers. you had no time to process your thoughts because gojo started swirling his thumb on your clit.

“g-gojo too much.”

“shh relax sweetheart”

gojo continued to pump his two fingers inside of you while rubbing your clit. when he curved his fingers to reach that spongy spot, you began seeing stars. you began grinding your lower half on gojo’s fingers to intensify the feeling of him fingerfucking you. “i’m g-gonna cum, i’m gonna c-cum”. gojo felt you contracting against his fingers and took it as a sign to go faster. tears began to fall onto your cheeks ruining your makeup. your moans weren’t audible anymore; you gripped the sheets of gojo’s bed as you felt your orgasm rip through you. gojo pulled his fingers out of you and looked up at you as he licked your juices clean off his fingers. he rose from where he was to wipe your tears from your face. “i’m sorry baby.” you nodded your head weakly to his apology. his hand was holding your face by your jaw then he slipped his thumb into you mouth. gojo’s eyes darkened as he watched you slowly suck on his thumb. “i love how nasty you get for me.” gojo removed his hand from your jaw then lowered himself back to your cunt.

without warning he was sliding his tongue across your entrance. you were still on a high from your first orgasm, and gojo simply didn’t seem to care. "g-gojo, stop; it's too much," you moaned, squirming uncontrollably. gojo brought one of his hands from your thighs to your abdomen to hold you down.

gojo nuzzled his face even deeper into your entrance as he continued to lick at your clit. he brought the other hand that was holding your thigh to your entrance so he could finger you while eating you out. immediately you began pulling on gojo’s soft white hair. the pain of you grabbing onto his hair encouraged him even more to make you cum. you felt his tongue dip into your hole and you screamed.

“fuck, you taste so good,i could do this forever.”

gojo felt your thighs closing in on his head and brought his hand down from your abdomen to widen your thighs.

“stop fucking closing your thighs y/n”

“s-sorry” you whined.

your back arched against gojo’s bed as he continued to go down on you. you felt your juices dripping down your butt and onto gojo’s bed.

“don’t cum until i tell you to”

“t-that’s not fair”

gojo spat at your cunt then continued to lick at your clit. he was making this impossible. you were trying to hold your release so that you wouldn’t disobey his orders. “p-please let me cum”, you whispered. gojo ignored you, and he continued to lick at you. just as you were about to give up, gojo gave your orders to cum and you obliged.

“good girl," he whispered as he tapped your swollen lips with his fingers, causing you to shudder. as you were collecting yourself, gojo slipped his pants off, leaving him only in his boxers. you glanced at his length while hard and wondered how that was going to fit in you. once you regained enough energy, you lifted yourself from gojo’s bed to reach for his cock. he stopped you and grabbed you, so you were sitting on top of him. his cock was brushing against your entrance through his boxers, which made you let out a soft moan. gojo began sloppily kissing you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck so you could feel closer to him. he smelled a hint of shea butter and vanilla on your skin, to which he had grown accustomed over the past year of you working at jujutsu high. as he deepened the kiss, you began to mindlessly grind on him.

“needy slut," he grunted in your ear. you threw your head back at the feeling of him against your clit, but you needed more; you wanted to feel him inside of you. you hopped off of him to pull his boxers off of him. all eight inches of him sprang free, and you drooled at the sight of his pink tip dripping with pre-cum. “i’m on the pill, and if you have any diseases, im suing you for everything you've got.” gojo laughed as he watched you sink slowly onto his cock. you hissed when his tip was inside of you. you inched him into you, bit by bit, and when he was all inside, you sat on him for a moment to get accustomed to his size. gojo threw his head back against his headboard because of how wet and warm you were. he didn’t know if he was going to last with the way your cunt was gripping him.

your breasts were pressed against gojo’s chest as your face was hidden in the crook of his neck. you soon started slowly moving up and down gojo. “f-fuck y/n.” gojo’s hand found its way to your braids as he pulled a few braids back so he could see your face. “you’re so beautiful," he whispered. “h-how many g-girls have you told that to while fucking them?” you questioned breathlessly. he laughed softly and replied. “one.” you stared at him blankly.

gojo grabbed a hold of your hips and began slamming you against him. “i-i can’t take it," you moaned. “yes, you can; you will, sweetheart," he grunted. you leaned into gojo’s chest, then bit onto his shoulder to control your moans. you heard him moaning beneath you , and it was like music to your ears. you loved the fact that you can make him make those kinds of sounds. gojo dropped his hands from your hips so he could rub your clit while you rode him. “g-gojo, baby, i’m gonna’ cum.”

“satoru, it’s satoru”

you were too drunk off his cock to understand that he was trying to get you to say his name, so when you moaned out “gojo” again, he pulled his cock out of you. “what the fuck?" you screamed, staring down at him. “say my name or you’re not cumming tonight, you got that?” he said sternly. you nodded at him as he stuffed himself back into you.

you wrapped your hand around his neck for support while you ferociously rode him. you could hear your wetness every time you slammed back on gojo.

“your pussy was made for my cock, look how well you’re taking me baby.”

gojo could feel your walls tightening around him, meaning you were close and he wasn’t too far behind. “s-satoru, i’m cumming," you said meekly as you felt your juices squirting out of you. “y/n get off, im about to c-cum”, he mewled. you didn’t move an inch as you felt his cock pulsating inside of you. “f-fuck, y/n get o-off.” with your hands wrapped around his neck, and you whispered in his ear, “i want it inside, satoru.” the moment those words escaped your lips, gojo spilled himself into you. you let out a soft whine at the feeling of him filling you up. gojo pulled out of you as you watched him drip out of your cunt. your eyes began to slowly fall from how tired you were.

“hey, you've gotta pee.”

“mmm.”, you said, not moving an inch.

gojo scooped you up into his arms and led you to his bathroom, then sat you on his toilet. “i’ll be back im gonna’ grab you a shirt and some water, sweetheart”

you nodded your head sleepily.

gojo exited the bathroom and left you to your thoughts. once you finished wiping yourself, you sat on the toilet and waited for gojo to carry you back to bed. you felt yourself drifting off to sleep until gojo’s voice woke you up. “hey, hey, no sleeping on the toilet. i brought you a shirt; stand up so i can put it on, baby.”

you stood up and lifted your hands up so he could put his shirt on you. the shirt smelled exactly like him, and it made you smile. when you looked at gojo, he now wore sweats that hung low on his hips. “carry me pretty please?," you asked, batting your eyelashes at him. he laughed at you once again and then carried you back to his bed. he handed you a cold glass of water, which you gulped down quickly. after gojo shut the lights out, you laid down under his covers and snuggled into his body. you already fucked him, so you thought to yourself, what more could cuddling do. as you were drifting off to sleep, you felt gojo’s lips press against your forehead, which caused you to faintly smile.

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