#that i love dogs so hearing about one who is clearly not being trained right & is in the wrong home is genuinely distressing for me);
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Salted Caramel
MINORS DNI - DARK-ISH CONTENT
DILF List Colab
Contains: Fem!Reader x Bodyguard!Daichi, Film noir au, gunplay, nicknames (doll, love, darling, good girl, and hun), Public sex (backroom), praise, tity sucking both receiving, thigh riding, un protected penetrative sex, grinding of all types, smoking, strangers to lovers, both Daichi and Reader switch power dynamics multiple times, guest starring Detective Sugawara, the phrase “worthless dicks” but not towards anyone, at the end theres a little surprise about Daichis abilities
“This is your new job; no room for argument.”
You sit in the detective's office, your identity concealed behind the drawn blinds. As negotiations continue, smoke flows past your parted lips and swirls in the air, filling the space between you. Detective Sugawara hired you off the record to sweet-talk a lead in his investigation and get him to spill information he normally wouldn't. Men are weak after a few giggles and batting eyes; they stop using their heads and start using their worthless dicks.
You get up from the little leather seat and put your cigarette out on the tray. "Alright, alright, don't go snapping your cap. As long as you pay what was promised, I'm happy to assist. I’ll decide on any extra fees later. ” While adjusting the straps of his pistol holster, you give him a teasing wink. His coat hangs off the back of his chair and his hair is all disheveled and messy. He might just be the next on your Dilf hit list. A little love never hurts no one. But right now, you’re curious about the mystery man in the dark. “Don’t think I haven't noticed your little guard dog watching back there. Who's the stud?”
“That's Sawamura, an old friend of mine and your new bodyguard. You're essential to this case so I can't put you in any sort of danger. ” Daichi pushes off the wall, making his way closer to the desk. “He’s trained in several different defenses and surveillance tactics. He’ll keep you safe; you have my word.“
Finally you can get a decent look at him standing beneath the light. Warm facial features, like when his eyes crinkle in the corner when he smiles, give a certain sense of peace. Gray and brown streaks run across his hair. He ages like fine wine. His body, on the other hand, screams all kinds of danger, shoulders broad and stiff, ready for anything. “Are you doubting the lady's ability to protect herself, Kōshi?” His tone is lighthearted and teasing, the kind you'd use with a friend. His voice was rich but sugary, like salted caramel. You’d do anything just hear him speak sweet words to you.
"The mayor normally goes to the same bar at the same time every night. You'll sit next to him and do your thing." Sugawara blatantly disregards the comment, clearly annoyed. "Pique his interest by laughing at his flat jokes and praising his politics. Feed into his ego a bit. Then ask him about the upcoming endorsement. I need to know where it's being held. That scumbag is up to something bad."
He walks away from his desk to rummage through a metal filing cabinet. He pulls out two files, one from each drawer. One is new and slim. The other is exceedingly thick and worn, looks like it's been around a while.
“Alright I get she's getting paid but what’s in it for me?” Daichi asks.
Stepping back, Sugawara throws the folders onto the desk in front of you. Both are labeled Daichi Sawamura. You reach to open the thicker one but only get a glimpse of a young Daichi’s mugshot before he slams his hand over it. He tenses ever so slightly.
“You get me not throwing you in jail. How about that?” Sugawara sends him a warning glare.
“And a pretty lady to spend the night with? What a steal.” Daichi quickly recovers back into his teasing tone.
“Hands off her. I'm warning you, you lay a single hand on her that isn't to push her away from a moving car and I'm hauling your ass to a cold concret cell where your only sense of escape is your own hand. Am I clear?” He gives your new bodyguard a hard, questioning stare. Which he only returns with a smug smile.
“Crystal.”
“Good. You have three hours before he gets to the bar. You’re going to wait outside until he gets there and go in after him. Stay close enough that it isn't obvious you're together.”
"Darling, this isn't my first rodeo; I know what I'm doing. No need to worry your pretty little head. I'll provide you with all the information you want and more." Your sweet words immediately soothe him. You’re sure of yourself and don't need anyone to tell you what to do.
“Good. Now go, get out and get this done. Good luck.”
“Yes sir.”
You both exit, leaving behind a very stressed detective. He knew pairing you two was a bad idea, but he was desperate and you’re the best option he has.
A blanket of fog covers the streets, bright lights from stores and businesses cast off and give the night a sense of purpose. You continue down the sidewalk together in comfortable silence for a little bit
“How do you know the detective?” You ask, curious about the file you saw.
"We've been friends since high school, but after we got to college, he went down the noble road, and let's just say I didn't. He always got me out of trouble, and I went to do it again. He warned me he'd lose his job as a cop if he continued to help me." Your heels clicking on the pavement and his shoes tapping on the little puddles seem to sync. "Don't blame me since I was a real jerk back then, but I eventually got him fired."
“Of course you did. That file looked like it could kill you with one hit.” He gives you a gruff chuckle.
"Yes, but that didn't seem to stop him. He started his own detective agency and, if you ask me, he's doing pretty well. But, doll, I could ask you the same question? You don't work for the company, so how do you know him?"
“I guess he has a thing for criminals.”
You turn on the street where the bar is. You go for the alley way across the street to get a good view of the door. The mayor should be there soon. You both give a relieved sigh as you lean back against the facing walls. Again both of you laugh in sync.
You take the chance to check out the man who’s supposed to be protecting you the rest of the night. Arms cross in front of his all too tight coat. His chest and biceps look like they’re going to burst through the fabric. Your mind fills with thoughts of running your nails across his broad chest, leaving red lines to mark him up. Tracing his muscles with your lips pausing to give his thighs extra attention. Your gaze stops at the front of his pants, noticing the slight bulge.
"If you don't want to get in trouble, I suggest you stop staring at me like that doll."
Your eyes trail back up his body to meet his eyes. “Is that a gun in your pocket?”
“I keep my gun in my coat." His eyes flicker with a certain playfulness that makes your blood run hot. “So what has little Ms. Perfect done to taint her record?”
“I have a nasty habit of wanting what I can’t have, so I take it. Like your pretty watch.” You reach into your coat pocket to take out a cigarette, placing it between your lips. Your sleeves slide down to reveal his watch adorning your wrist.
Pushing off the wall he leans in closer to you. He mirrors your confidence and reaches into his coat to hand you a lighter. Your silver lighter. “That’s pretty impressive darling.”
He flicks it open and moves the flame closer to you, never breaking eye contact. Finally he lights your cigarette and blows out the flame, letting you feel his warm breath on your cheek. He reaches down to your coat pocket and slips the lighter inside, letting his hand rest on your hip.
You caress the side of his face with one hand and hold your cigarette in the other, bringing his face to yours, barely brushing his lips.
“Open up handsome.”
He wordlessly follows your instruction letting you kiss the smoke into his mouth. His grip tightens as he deepens the kiss, pulling your hips closer to him. He wants to feel you closer, he needs closer.
Your hand moves to his hair, pulling his head back to expose his neck. You give his ear a gentle bite making him hiss in pleasure. Kissing up his jaw and down his neck leaving him a groaning mess.
Across the street a fancy black car pulls up to the bar. A man in a suit climbs out. He looks like the typical fat cat. Rich and an ego big enough for two.
“Where’s my security huh?!” He yells for the whole city to hear.
In response, Daichi perks up and groans. He pulls away hesitantly and rests his head on yours to catch his breath. He lets go of your hip with one last squeeze. You give him a desperate look, pleading him to stay and forget the mission. You need him.
He steps back and pulls off his large coat to reveal a crisp black suit underneath.
“The boss calls, I need to get to work. See you inside, doll.” He gives you one last wicked smile before jogging across the street.
“Mr. Mayor over here! Sorry I’m late. I should have been here before you.”
Of course, the ass has his own plan. Pretending to be the damn mayor's bodyguard to stay close to you. You quickly kill your cigarette and make yourself presentable, with a few finishing touches. You put on a more flattering shade of lipstick, undo a few buttons of your shirt, and open up your coat.
You quickly scan the bar for the mayor and his apparent 'security.' They're sitting on opposite sides of the curved high-top bar, almost facing each other if it weren't for the bartender in the way.
“The usual.” The mayor demands the bartender. He’s obviously used to getting what he wants, whenever he wants.
The bartender starts preparing the drink and putting ice in it. The mayor ditched his coat and blazer, leaving only his button-down shirt on. You quickly glance towards Daichi to see he’s done the same but his sleeves were neatly rolled up. His forearms exposed for your hungry gaze. Tattoos littered what little is exposed, obviously hinting to a much larger piece on the rest of his arm. Your curiosity gets the better of you as you start to wonder how far down they go.
When did you sit next to the Mayor?
“What’s today's special?” You ask the bartender to set up your innocent façade.
“She’ll have something sweet and light.” The mayor perks up next to you at the opportunity to order for you. His voice gets darker the more he speaks. You fight to hold down the whole body shiver that threatens to rack through you.
“Oh that sounds lovely. I don't come here too often.”
“It’s alright dear.” He places his hand over yours. He felt so cold and cruel compared to Daichi. You’d rather be across the bar clinging to his arm, stealing sips from his drink.
Minutes pass by as you warm up to the mayor. You humor him with fake laughs that seem genuine from an outside view but Daichi knew better. He knew you’d rather be with him, pulling his tie to get him impossibly closer. Hands roaming his body to grab on to whatever you can as he makes you his, claiming your pretty little cunt. His head began to hurt from how hard he was clenching his jaw. The drink basically shaking in his hand.
“Oh Mr. Mayor, you're too kind! Tell me more about your campaign. You can’t trust the word on the street these days. What’s better than right from the source?” You give him a playful wink. Taking a quick sip from your drink you notice Daichi staring right at you. His eyes tell you exactly how he feels about your acting. He can see right through your bullshit. You ignore his jealous gaze and give your attention back to the mayor.
“Well I guess I can’t keep a lady waiting.” He goes on to tell you about where the next event is so you can meet him there and cheer him on. He has to be all kinds of stupid if he actually thinks you’re on his side.
“Of course I'll be there. Maybe you could give me the V.I.P treatment while I'm there.”
“We could always leave n-“
As Daichi slams his drink down across the bar, a man with similar colored clothes as the mayor walks in and rushes towards you.
“They're asking for you outside sir! It’s about your upcoming campaign.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?! Now? I’ll handle this quickly. Don't go leaving now honey.”
The mayor rushes towards the door with the other man. Daichi without a hesitation crosses the bar and grabs hold of your hand. He ignores your protests and questions about where you're going. He leads you through several doors of what looks like the backrooms of the bar. Finally finding the room he wants he rushes you inside and locks the door behind him, throwing his blazer on the desk behind you.
“He’s so lucky his babysitter came to save him cause one more second of whatever the fuck that was and i would’ve lost it.”
“I was doing my job. Yeah he’s gross but I got what we needed.” You search his face in the dark room for any sign of emotion. You flick on the desk lamp to find him furious. He wanted to be the one you were gushing about. He wanted to be the one answering all your questions with pride. “Are you jealous?”
“Of him? Please.”
“Yeah? Cause this says otherwise.” You place your hand on the tent forming in his pants. “This tells me you haven’t stopped thinking of me.” You trace his outline gently, moving up and down. He leans into you shivering.
“Yes, I can't stop thinking about you.”
He was quick to move, grabbing your wrist again and pulling you towards an armchair in the office. Sitting down first, he holds you by the waist in front of him, just admiring you. He looks at you with big doe eyes, like you’re the prettiest thing in the world.
You grab hold of his shoulders and straddle his lap, giving his thighs an experimental squeeze. Laughing at your teasing demeanor he pulls you in for a kiss. You grind into his hardened dick, making him groan in response. Your lips make work of his neck, giving him slow soft kisses.
“The second his hands touched you I wanted to go over there and pull you away.” His voice was strained and whiny. You roll your hips into him again this time adding a bite to his neck. He gasps, jerking his hips up.
“Yeah baby? I’m yours now, show me how much you want me. How much you need me.”
He desperately paws at your shirt buttons, popping the last few open in annoyance. He places soft kisses on the exposed parts of your chest, stopping to nip at your collar bone. You continue grinding with soft open mouthed sighs. His nose traces your jawline as his hand sneaks behind you to unclasp your bra exposing you to his needy gaze. His shirt comes off next, your bare chests touching in a frenzy of desperation and want. You felt his hands touch every exposed part of your body and tug at what was left of your clothes.
“Off.”
The simple command sent shivers down your spine. Quickly snatching the zipper down on your skirt he pushes your hand away before you could finish sliding it off your ass himself. His hands smooth over your thighs giving them soft squeezes.
“Get my gun and lose the panties doll.”
Another irresistible command. You sway your hips as you walk over to the desk, if he was going to make you wait then you were definitely going to tease. He leaned back into the chair spreading his thighs, watching each and every movement you made.
Reaching into the pocket of his coat you pulled out his pistol. Engraved into the handle were the letters S.D.
“Look. Don’t touch.”
Giving commands of your own you began your little show. Feeling the cool metal of the gun against your skin makes you shiver, goosebumps erupting along your chest. You slowly trace the barrel of the gun across your tits. Moving it all the way down to your hips you catch the edge of your panties. You make contact with his heated gaze and hold it, never letting it waver. Slipping the gun into your panties you push them down your legs and carefully step out of them. You hold up the pretty piece of lingerie dangling off the end of the gun. You toss them in his direction which he catches.
“You're soaking for me. All pretty and exposed.”
“I wish I could say the same.” You hummed, pressing the barrel of the gun to his hard-on. “Off.”
You lifted your hand tapping his chin with the gun making him look up at you through his lashes. God he could cum on the spot. You had this commanding presence that made him crazy. Lifting his hips off the seat he slipped everything off. His dick resting on his stomach, small beads of pre dribbling down his length.
“Come here.” He reaches out for you.
You lower yourself back into his lap, taking your nipple into his mouth before you could settle. He suckles at it using one hand to tug at the other, giving both well deserved attention. Entangling your hand in his silvering hair you pull him further into you letting him bite and twirl his tongue around your sensitive nipples. You felt yourself dripping on his lap. Shifting your legs you moved to straddle only one of his muscular thighs. You felt yourself hovering, feeling unsure if you should.
“Use me all you need.” Were the only words you needed before you started grinding his thigh.
Your lips crashed together, swallowing your pretty moans every time he flexed his thigh and your clit throbbed. Grabbing onto your ass he guided your hips at a faster pace, purposefully making slick noises with your arousal. He loved it messy.
You pull away from the kiss trying to catch your breath only to gasp when he starts bouncing his thigh. Your mouth hangs open in uncontrollable pleasure.
“Not too loud love. Only I get to hear you.”
He pulls you back in, giving your lip a small bite. You suckled at his tongue making his cock twitch against his stomach. He felt your mouth curve into a smile at his reaction.
You felt the waves of heat and pleasure become stronger as you felt sweet release. “Don’t stop please”
“Don’t worry I got you.”
Finally pure ecstasy crashes through you. You claw at his chest trying to find some kind of grounding point, settling for his neck, you rest your forehead on his shoulder. He feels your shuddering breath and trembling body and a wave of pride washes over him. If he could make you feel this good without basically trying you couldn't even imagine what his tongue could do.
“You ok?” He circles your back soothingly.
“More than” He chuckles at your exasperated voice.
“Good cause I’m not done” He adjusts your position to his liking, now properly straddling his dick.
He slides his tip through your pussy circling figure 8’s around your throbbing clit and entrance. He stops to tease your slit, feeling you clench around nothing.
“Feel empty love?”
“Yes, need you please!”
Slowly he guides himself inside you groaning at your warmth. He grips your ass guiding you further down in shallow thrusts. Holding back the need to just slam you down on his cock and have you.
“Good girl, that's it. Just a little more.” You shiver at his praise. “Oh? You like being called a good girl don’t you? I can feel you squeeze me baby”
“Please, you feel so good”
You bounce gently encouraging him to start moving and pound into you. But he ignores your implication, laying back once again to watch you.
You lift your hips leaving only his head inside you, you tighten around him relishing in the way he moans. Reaching between your bodies you grab hold of him and stroke. You drag only his tip in and out of your slit in time with your hand. He gives a pained whimper at your tease.
He grabs hold of your hips trying to push into your warmth again, craving the feeling from earlier. You give a sound of disapproval.
“If you’re going to tease and expect me to do all the work then you take what I give you.”
“Yes ma’am” His voice is both teasing and desperate.
You take his perk nipple into your mouth, grinding down to take him all at once. He throws his head back in pure ecstasy. He tries to match your pace, rocking his hips into you.
“Please let me fuck you please”
He sounds so desperate to please you. Poor baby. You grab hold of his wrists and guide his hands to your hips.
“Your turn”
Placing a soft kiss on your chest he sets a fast pace.
“You tease too much doll”
His fingers dig into your hips pulling whines and moans from you. Waves of pleasure build through your body as you cling to him, fingers tangled in his hair.
“Don't stop, I'm so close please!”
“No way in hell am I stopping baby, feel s’good.”
Both of you cling and gasp in a desperate mess, lost in pleasure. Your orgasm washes over you in a haze, he follows you shortly after. His breaths fans your nose, foreheads pressed together as you come down from your highs.
“I think you can officially check me off your list doll.”
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Horror is still getting settled in as the new "axe" for the group. Given that Killer has a foul mouth he finds that his playfulness triggers a bear trap
Horror always had a routine when he wasn't on missions. Wake up, go to the kitchen, make breakfast, lunch and then dinner. He spent most of his time in the kitchen even if he was doing something else. Most of the time he sat there in the dark his eyelights watching for something.
Killer kept his snacks just about everywhere which oddly included the kitchen. His nature of being a trickster and loving gags gave way to..."jokes". So while keeping his snacks in the kitchen seemed like the norm that certainly wasn't the case. As he walked in he turned on the light and was nearly scared out of his skull.
It didn't take a lot to startle him but Horror's looming and lithe frame made it easy. The red glow of his eyelight trained onto Killer. He...never blinked but he did squint for reasons unknown. Killer found this unsettling but everyone in this castle was by some unit of measurement.
He walked over to the cabinets and opened it up. There wasn't much in them, there never was as usually no one wanted to cook. Since Horror had come that had changed but decisions were still being made. He pulled out a party sized bag of chips and closed the cabinet.
Depending on the time of day, Horror would let Killer do whatever he wanted. This time a day wasn't that, after all he was going to start making dinner soon. He moved from his spot and blocked Killer from the exit. Without another word he snatched the bag of chips away from the skeleton.
"I'll be making dinner soon there is no need for snacks right now. If you really want something you should eat fruit so it doesn't sit poorly in your stomach." Horror spoke words of warning but also advice, there was no need to completely deny Killer.
Killer still took offense, "Look bud, just because you were starving yourself to dust doesn't mean that I can't have a snack. You don't have to ration food like some tyrant." He snickered, knowing that in now way was he actually hurt in any way by Horror's words.
He just took the moment to make joy and merry. It was fun to mess with Horror about his different and odd habits. As he looked into Horror's sockets he clearly didn't share the sentiment.
Pitch black sockets like his own stared back into his and Horror stepped forward. His movements were stiff and odd, he moved like a doll. He leaned down and tilted his head, a soft grinding sound could heard as he did,
"And we all don't have to have our minds corrected by the monster in the castle. You do understand that you are a fool who dances for no one. The emptiness in your words and emotions are real as you slaughtered your own with a murder." Horror's singular eye returned, bright and a sharp red,
"I am a loyal dog and you are lower than the dust filled snow that crunched under your shoes when you were trapped alone." Horror hissed as he spoke before he stood up. His bones cracked and shifted back into place. He walked past Killer and put the chips away as Killer stood in stunned silence.
Not once had Killer had been completely lost for words this was a new experience for him. Horror had never spoken to him in that extent before nor had he been so cruel. Even when Killer had made comments about how he dresses and eats. Something he said must have struck the skeleton deeply.
Sure, Nightmare would be hearing about this but Killer was more amazed than anything. Horror was just so chatty! That was so cute, it was a shame that he had to find out by getting insulted.
He wondered what other things Horror would speak so passionately about.
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I think i remember a post where you mentioned sooga liking opera but kohga never taking him to see it. How about kohga finally getting tickets for them both? Possibly having sooga get invested in it and kohga being bored but still watching to make his bf happy?
I do NOT remember saying that, but then again I haven't written them in almost a year ish, soooo you're probably right! Let's do it!
"Sooga, get in here!"
Sooga stepped into his masters quarter's the second he was requested. Of course he did, fucking obedient idiot. He bowed upon entering, shutting the door behind him.
"You summoned me, Master Kohga?"
"Yes. Here, and don't say I don't do shit for you."
Kohga sighed as he handed him the small envelope. Sooga looked it over in his hands, before opening it. He inspected it closely, before looking up at Kohga in clear disbelief.
"Master Kohga? Is this for me? Honestly?"
"US, dumbass. Unfortunately I'm going with you."
Sooga was trying to keep his composure, clearly trying not to act out of line.
"You. Me. Is. Forgive me if I'm being presumptuous, but is this a date? Are you asking me on a DATE? To the OPERA?"
Ugh, he was disgustingly excited. He rolled his eyes, and held a finger up for him to pay attention. Like a dog, he was trained to know what his hand signals meant.
"Yes, I'm asking you on a date. BUT, we're gonna dress the part. APPARENTLY you can't do yiga attire in the opera. So we're gonna have to be in stupid monkey suits, and the mask I had to fight tooth and nail to keep. And god, you look like you're going to fucking explode."
Sooga was statue still, but when you've been inside a man, you can kinda figure out what he's thinking, regardless of what's happening. He gave a careful nod.
"I'm just. VERY excited, Master Kohga. May I please go get ready?"
"Yeah yeah. Take forever, maybe we'll miss it-"
Sooga bounced out of here quicker than a banana thief. God, if he bailed on him, he'd be crushed. Though he was debating how worth his glee was, later when he was stuck in that fucking seat. He was forced into a monkey suit alongside Sooga, which wasn't THAT bad. He knew he looked good, and Sooga DEFINITELY knew how to clean himself up. God, every shirt he owned fit snug on this man, he loved it. And so did the other gerudo women, sneaking glances at him.
Now he couldn't blame them, Sooga was a babe who rode like an absolute dream, but he was noticing. And he'd be damned if these tickets be wasted on this bullshit (Urbosa gave him these, so they were free, but still). He nudged his partner.
"Sooga, I'm not gonna lie, I've never done this crap. Tell me about it!"
That seemed to cheer him up immediately. He did find comfort in being commanded to do something.
"Oh, well Cil knows more than I do, as well as our resident treasurer, but I'm fairly well first. I know the first opening act has a female lead, so chances are we'll hear either soprano, alto, or one that Maz Koshia finds rather funny due to his namesake, 'Mezzo Suprano'..."
Kohga was semi paying attention. Listen, he hated that someone paid for him to watch a woman. He was gay, if he was gonna watch a woman, she could at least be jerking a guy off. Her just singing sounded like hell on earth. But you should see Sooga right now. When you got him going on something he liked, like yours truly or fishing, you just couldn't shut him the fuck up. Kohga would never admit it, but he loved it. So, it was worth it.
Having said that, he needed something to think about or he wasn't gonna survive this boring ass event.
"Hey Sooga, you wanna get dinner after this?"
"I mean, Master Kohga, this is already a treat, I can't be selfish and ask anymore of you!"
"Sooga, baby,"
He reached over to grab his tie, and bring his masked face closer to his. God, he could fuck him, ruin him, give these people a real show.
"You're gonna get treated the FUCK out of tonight~"
"Then, may I make a request?"
Yeah he was gonna ride that fucking dick in this stadium, fuck consequences.
"Mhmm~"
"Can we get clam chowder? In those bread bowls?"
This guy and his fucking fish, he was gonna kill him. He tried not to yell at him, ask him why FISH. Why did he ALWAYS WANT IT. But he sighed, nodding.
"Yes, we can get bread bowls."
"And then we can get you dessert? A few?"
Stuffing kink ass. He chuckled, gently tapping the spot of the mask that was covering his lips.
"Stuff me how you want, big guy, I'm all yours for the night ~"
He was about to get a kiss, to stave him off until after, when Sooga suddenly lurched foreword in excitement, making Kohga fall right behind him in their seats. At least he could get a good view of his back from here.
"Shh! It's starting!"
This was gonna be a long fucking night. But, again, worth it.
#asks#kohga#sooga#rip kohga he just wants to go home and fuck his husband#but now hes got FEELINGS so hes gotta be bored as FUCK for a few hours#sooga loved it though
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Anthony’s Stupid Daily Blog(258): Tue 29th Nov 2022
I don't think I can go through with my overtime plan. At the start of November when they told us that there would be unlimited overtime available I saw an opportunity to make some big dolla. My plan was to work every day bar the one day off I get every week and then by the time 2023 came around I would have close to £10,000 in my account. However the lack of time I've gotten to myself is starting to play with my mind and make the days seem meaningless now. I normally get in at 7 in the evening and by the time 10 comes around I feel myself falling asleep so I hardly have any time to myself. Also when I wake up at 7 the next morning (on days where the dog hasn't woken me up at 5:30 by puking all over the place) it feels like I have only been asleep for a few minutes so at the moment I am very much living to work rather than working to live which isn't ideal even if I am getting paid boatloads of money.
I need at least one day day off to relax and do my own thing and at present the one day off I am getting is spent looking after Luna which I love but it's hardly relaxing). At the moment I've got nearly £4500 in my account and the holiday is going to cost about £1700 so after I've gotten that paid off and all my Xmas presents sorted I should still have a good amount in there. Plus we're still required to do one mandatory extra day in the run up to Christmas which is time and a half so I should still make a small profit by the time the year is up. The reason I've been obsessed with saving is because my contract is listed as a temporary one that is due to end in February but everyone I've spoken to seems to be of the opinion that it will get extended and since I'm now trained in stow, warehouse and packing, I hope it wont be too braggadocios of me to say that I've become something of an asset to them in the six months I've been there. It would be against their best interest to hire someone else and train them up to do all three of these processes when they have someone who can do them already. So now that I'm fairly confident that I am going to be kept on and won't end up on the dole I'm a little less obsessed with saving every penny. Plus if things ever got really bad financially I would have the money Grandad left me to bail me out. Maybe I'll start taking overtime once every two weeks and then every other week have my usual three days off just to try and keep what little sanity I have left intact. The problem of feeling as though there aren't enough hours in the day could be completely solved if they just let me listen to music, podcasts / audiobooks on a headphone at work. If they let me do this I could do a hard days work and be entertained / possibly learn new things at the same time but they don't seem to be budging on that front. I've explained to multiple people that if we were listening to our own music on ONE headphone we would still have ONE ear free to hear the fire alarm but clearly the woman at health and safety must have been raped by someone wearing a headset at some point and this has made them not want to see anyone wearing headsets so they've outlawed them and given this poxy fire alarm excuse to justify it. Maybe I'll stop doing overtime and if one of the managers offers me some I'll say that I would volunteer for it every week if I was allowed to listen to my own music but because I'm forced to listen to theirs I don't want to take advantage of their overtime offers. Hopefully if I explain the stupidity of the no headphones policy to the right person they will get it changed and then I will happily do overtime all the time and end up being loaded.
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(How about more Cassidy?)
“Stop!”
“I’ll stop when you explain it to me.”
“Would you please just drop it?” Foxy demanded, in his normal voice rather than a pirate accent. Therefore saying that he was serious, and Cassidy just pretended to go along with it.
“Alright, alright, fine. Consider it dropped, like ale on a dirt road.” Cassidy responded, setting her drink on the table.
“Good.” Foxy, or Fritz, answered. He took the last battery off of the plate and was about to swallow it before..
“But, I mean, come on! Everybody loves birthdays!” Cassidy suddenly said, stopping Foxy midway. She put her cleaned gun down on the table as she continued berating her friend. Who groaned at her comment, which she was dragging on. “You got decorations, balloons, a massive party just for you, and cake!”
“I can set with that.” Foxy responded. “But, look, I don’t need presents or decorations. And I ain’t a pastry person.”
“Seriously though, you don’t like cake? Now that dog won’t hunt. Name one food that beats cake in a stand-off.” Cassidy was determined to get to the bottom of whatever hit Fritz in his head.
He never hated birthdays, even in the first few days after his death, he had a passion for his birthday.
“Fresh justice.” Foxy responded, with an excited look on his face.
“Again, with the excuses.” Cassidy complained. “Know what? I bet if I put bullets in your ears and shot your only eye, you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between water and stale bread.”
“Wrong!” Foxy shot back. “First of all, the eyepatch is a hoax. Second, foxes have incredible senses of smell. I don’t know about you, but I can smell a bad egg all the way from the east.”
“From the east?” Cassidy asked in shock and surprise. Fritz never told her this, and she never had or felt those abilities.
“Yes, from anywhere beyond the west.” He answered with a huge sniff. “Hm, there’s an issue across the path.”
Cassidy knew that, that’s why they were here. But an early recharging never hurt. “I don’t know, scuffles like that are a little.. balderdash for my taste.”
“Look, it may not be Will, but being a scuffle is what makes it so delicious. You’re not just putting a bullet in the face of crime, you’re being the hero that the people need. It’s ain’t about if the people want our help, it’s about what we’re doing on a deeper level.”
Foxy never sounded so philosophical before, it caught Cassidy off guard.
“So.. you can smell a fire from a mile away?” Cassidy started. “Wh.. what else can you do?”
“Ah, ya threw it in a ditch.” Foxy said disappointedly, since she clearly didn’t take in everything he said in his little sermon.
“C..can you hear a train whistle from the depths of an old mine?” Cassidy asked jokingly.
“Alright, get it all out..” Foxy said in a drained tone.
“Can you taste a single salt particle in a glass of water?” Cassidy joked. “Cause we really should be capitalizing on your talents, parther.”
“Yeah, yeah, let it all out.” Foxy said as Cassidy chuckled. He barged the window next to him open, allowing the light to enter the saloon. “Look at that.” He said, pointing upwards to the sky. “Sundown. Now I know the exact time our friendship turned into a bag of nails.”
Cassidy’s chuckling died down, it was about time they made their move.
“Let’s get a move on.” Cassidy said as she stood up from the table. Foxy got up and followed her. “I hope you ain’t gonna stick me with the bill.”
“Uh huh, it’s my birthday after all.” Foxy responded.
“Oh, I see how it is.” Cassidy shot back. “You only use your birthday as a means of power for when it’s convenient for you.”
Foxy chuckled as he headed to the door, waiting for Cassidy.
“Hello? Yellow bellies? I’m looking for a check.” Cassidy called to the back of the saloon, but nobody answered. In fact, everyone else in the saloon had distanced themselves away from the two cowbots. “...okay. I’ll leave the deposit right here.” Cassidy pulled about twenty dollars out of her coat pocket and left it on the counter, then headed towards Fritz. “Sorry folks, just a minor inconvenience regarding my affect on people.” She said to the watching townspeople.
“Alright, let’s do this.” He said, as he opened the door.
Across the path, was a known outlaw meeting outpost. These outlaws had the town under complete control through fear. Michael and Evan never showed up after the criminals threatened the people should they intervene, but Cassidy and the others were completely unexpected.
“You can really smell this from across the road, huh?” Cassidy asked.
“Shouldn’t be as bad as hair in butter.” Fritz responded.
“But it’s still something that any good sheriff or deputy can handle. You know what I mean?” Cassidy teleported inside the building, Fritz ran around the side of the building to a window that led into a room within the building.
As soon as Fritz heard gunshots within the building, he made his move.
Fritz barged into the building through the window, startling the people inside. “Howdy fellas, don’t mind us, we're just taking back what you stole.” Fritz charged at each of the outlaws in the room, killing them all using his hook and gun. Then ran from room to room, searching for the money that was stolen.
Cassidy found the money first, and Fritz came in soon. Now it was on to the next part of the plan.
The two made a break for the nearest window, and jumped out. Their faces were lit up with excitement and thrill, even though they were falling to the ground.
A carriage attached to two horses was waiting for them at the front of the saloon they were in earlier, and the remaining outlaws were heading right behind the two cowbots.
Fritz and Cassidy quickly stored the stolen money in the back of the carriage, then ordered the horses to run.
“Those outlaws were quite responsive!” Cassidy stated as the two rode off towards the open desert.
“Well I think otherwise.” Fritz responded, he was looking back at the crowd of criminals chasing them.
– – –
“Took them long enough.”
The carriage was nearing the canyon, and Chica quickly got into position. As she did so, she could hear gunshots being fired, but she had to wait for Cassidy and Fritz to get to the canyon first.
She grabbed the matches out of her jacket and prepared to light them, but she waited for her friends to make it to her position.
….NOW.
Chica lit the matches, used them to light cords attached to dynamite. Which were attached to large rock structures above the canyon. Said rock structures were blown from their rocky foundation and fell down into the canyon, crushing several outlaws but sparing her two friends.
She got onto her horse as the rocks fell into the canyon, quickly catching up with her old friends.
“Not what I was expecting.. But way to give us the bulge Susie.” Cassidy complemented as Chica rode alongside the carriage.
“I also left dynamite at the mouth of the canyon, therefore preventing a grist of spoiled eggs from following us, and I got a little shocker for a certain someone!”
“No you didn’t..” Foxy growled, being well aware of Susie’s antics.
Susie pulled out something from her knapsack, it appeared to be wrapped in a paper bag. “Happy birthday, possum gravy.” Chica snickered, earning a glare from Foxy as she gave it to him.
“Keep that up and you’ll be a greenhorn all over again.” Foxy shot back in response.
just when i thought it couldn’t get any better, Foxy ANDD Chica show up
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my pet
notes: naoya x fem!reader x toji // this is my first time writing a smut and my first jjk work as well so please give me any constructive feedback! (shout out to my best friend for being my editor and helping me out with this self indulgent one shot!) please enjoy! :)
word count: 4,438
warnings: 18+ NSFW; dub con, degrading, insulting, misogyny, pet play/master, slapping, spitting, pegging, cock sounding/stuffing, naoya x reader x toji, etc
You were going to a regular family dinner with your fiancé, Naoya Zenin. You were seated waiting for Naobito and Naoya to begin dinner. "Well we're just waiting on one more person for tonight's dinner." Naobito stated with a bit of distaste. He took a long sip of his sake. You peered at Naoya who looked irritated at the idea of whomever it was would be sharing a meal with the rest of you.
"I'm getting tired of waiting so let's dig in, we can't just wait on him." Naobito said, beginning to eat his food. You waited for Naoya to also have his first bite before you proceeded to eat as well. "She's such a good wom-" Naoya began before he was interrupted by the door sliding open.
"Ah, pardon the interruption." The man said walking in and seating himself right across Naoya with a small thud. He was a very well built man. Your ears burned red from seeing the way he was structured. He was more attractive than Naoya, if you so boldly admitted to yourself. "Oh, is this lady Naoya's wife to be?" The dark haired man questioned as he ate his food.
Naoya seemed more agitated, allowing Naobito to answer instead. "That's correct." Quietly, you ate your food keeping your eyes glued to the dinner in front of you. "I'm Toji, what's your name?" Toji asked you as you looked up to meet his eyes for a moment before answering politely. "Y/n," You spoke back, noticing how his face was rough with a certain gentleness when seeing it clearly.
"You need not speak to my fiancé so directly." Naoya responded staring at Toji with hooded eyes, the tone of his voice underlined with anger. "Eh? Well then how am I to speak to her?" Toji asked puzzledly, pointing his chopsticks at Naoya. Naoya replied, "Through me. She is a woman after all and mine at that."
Toji let out a hard taunting laugh. "Toji!" Naobito yelled, taking another drink of the sake bottle now in his hand. You jumped at the sudden loud voice. "Fine, fine," Toji sighed with his eyes now hooded, "but she's not even yours yet what makes you think she'll last long enough to actually stay with you. She doesn't even know if you're even capable of making her c-'' Toji was cut off by Naoya who gripped his shirt collar.
"Naoya," You spoke, grabbing his sleeve lightly, "please do not lower yourself to his level." Naoya removed his eyes from Toji's and glared back at you. Glancing back at Toji he shoved his chest and he let go of his shirt. "You're right," Naoya spoke with a distasteful tone as he glared at Toji, "I shouldn't lower myself to the level of gravel like him."
Toji scoffed a smirk playing along onto his handsome lips, "Seems like your woman knows how to restrain your leash." Chuckling, Toji shoved more rice into his mouth.
"If anyone has a leash on any one, it's me on her." Naoya responded back, taking a drink of the rice wine in his cup. Your ears burned with fury listening to Naoya speak about you in that form. You were no one's leashed pet, especially not his. You weren't even his wife yet and he already speaks of you in this way? Audacity. That's all he had. You were only obedient enough to be respected and not get insulted.
You kept up a gentle and sweet act in order to live a peaceful life in this stern household. "Naoya, I am no pet to be owned." You replied back to him in a calm and stoic tone while looking straight ahead. "She's got a point there." Toji agreed, while swallowing the food in his mouth.
Naoya turned your head to him by grabbing your chin forcefully. "No woman, especially you, shall speak to me in that manner. If I say you're a pet, then you're a fucking pet." He spat at you angrily while pushing your face away from him while releasing your jaw.
Taking a deep breath you stood up from your seat, "If you'll excuse me, I have finished my meal and will be heading back to my quarters." You announced, exiting the room without a glance back at the men sitting at the table. Toji was slightly shocked at the scene that just happened in front of him. The black haired man glances at Naoya to see his reaction.
"Pathetic woman." is all Naoya says out loud as you leave the room still being in earshot of you. You balled your fists hearing his comment.
Naobito who is also a bit shocked speaks up, "Well I think I'll be taking my leave as well." The head of the clan leaves the room with a bottle of sake in his hand.
"Go fucking apologize," Toji barks to Naoya with a bitter tone. "No, why should I? She's the one who's acting out of place." Naoya retorted, taking another drink from his cup. "You're gonna go apologize, cuz I said you are." Toji gritted out, Naoya glared at him angrily.
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You had just arrived at your quarters and slammed your bedroom door shut. You were infuriated that you couldn't say anything. "What I would do to have that man on all fours in front of me." You said bitterly through gritted teeth. You began removing your kimono, annoyed at the fact that you had to wear these damn things daily.
Opening your closet door you are greeted by more kimonos and only slip on dresses to sleep in. You spotted the black box on the bottom corner of the closet. Maybe some self-pleasure would relieve my frustration. You shook your head against the thought and just grabbed the black slip-on dress.
Walking over to your vanity you removed any residue of the day's stress. You got yourself changed and ready for bed. Finally letting your hair down, you settle yourself into a futon that was placed on the ground in the middle of your room.
As you try to put your thought-full mind at ease to get some sleep, you hear the entrance door slide open then shut. Shuffling noises are heard then right after the sound of footsteps creeping to the door of your room hit the wooden floor boards.
Sitting up immediately you go to grab your robe hooked near the door as you slip it on you hear, "I'm coming in, woman." You hear Naoya's voice echo with a dejected sigh. The door slides open, revealing Naoya standing there with his arms crossed.
He's a bit shocked seeing you standing in front of him in only your open robe and your slip dress on. His face flushes and he looks away, "Put something decent on, woman."
"Woman?" You question. You were now at your wits end with him for the night. "Eh? Do I have to wear something decent in my bedroom? You came here at an indecent time, Naoya." You angrily spat poking his chest.
He looked at you now in disbelief that quickly morphed into anger. He grabbed the wrist of the hand poking his chest. "I guess it seems like you don't know your place tonight," Naoya hissed, walking you back into your bedroom getting closer to the futon that laid on the ground.
"No, it seems like you don't know yours." You mocked knocking him down to his knees and lifting his chin to look up at you. Through the faint bit of moonlight seeping through your window, you were able to see his appalled expression.
"Why you-" Grabbing his cheeks and squishing them together, you stopped all other words ready to come out of his mouth.
He grabbed your wrist with both of his hands. Before he could do anything; in a swift motion you removed the robe's waist tie and tied it around Naoya's wrists. You were surprised that you managed to tie his wrists as quickly as you did.
Holding his wrists above his head, "Tonight, I'll train you on how to be a good little bitch for your master." You growled out, releasing his face and pushing it away. "You crazy whore, let me go." Naoya swore in anger, his entire body trembled in rage as you stood looking down at him.
Pulling him down by his wrists that you were still holding, you made him land on his elbows with a thud to the ground. You laughed menacingly, walking towards the closet and pulling out the black box in the corner. "You think this is funny? You fucking cunt!" Naoya screamed at you as you walked back over to him.
You used your foot to lift his head, "It is, especially when this is how we'll be experiencing our first night together." You smiled innocently. Opening the box and emptying the contents; some toys, bottles of lube, and condoms came falling out.
Naoya looked at you stunned in fear after seeing the contents of the box displayed on the ground. "You dumb worthless wench! What do you think you're gonna do?!" He howled, anger seething through his expression. You bent down to grab his face and slapped him.
"A dog does not speak unless ordered to." Naoya's anger made his body quake. The fact you dared to speak to him in that form and to even slap him was unacceptable and ludicrous.
"Untie me you stupid whore before I decide to kill you!" Naoya cursed glaring daggers at you. You slapped him again across his face then again, and again, then again one more time.
"YOU FUCKING SLUT! UNTIE ME RIGHT NOW SO I CAN KILL YOU!" Naoya was furious at this point. You stood up and kicked his side hard enough for him to land on his back.
"I told you, I will be training you on how you should obey your master." Reaching for the collar and leash that was mixed on the ground with the other toys, you sat on him pulling at his blonde hair to lift his head from the pillow making it easier to place the collar around his neck. you smiled in love with the view of seeing him under your control.
"Get that shit off me!" Naoya demanded. Grabbing his chin you brushed your thumb pad across his bottom lip. "Now, Why would I do that? You look so good with it on. Like a proper pet." You leaned closer to him enough to let his lips brush yours.
Grinning, you whispered lowly in his ear, "The way you look right now turns me on so much." You proceeded to give him a soft kiss on his jawline. Swallowing hard, Naoya looked at you with his rage filled eyes. Awaiting what else you'd do, and how far you'd think of going.
As you slide yourself lower on him, your womanhood sat directly on his dick. Undoing his top you opened it exposing his well-built chest. Now sitting on his dick it hit you, that he was aroused.
"Well look at what we have here my slutty pet? Looks like I'm not the only one enjoying this." You grind your womanhood down on his growing bulge making Naoya's breath hitch in his throat.
You positioned yourself in between his legs with his legs on either side of your hips. "This shit is not turning me on you fucking slut." Naoya said insultingly. You removed his pants and then traced a finger on the outline of his underwear where his bulge stood out. Judging By the tent in his underwear alone, you could tell that the blonde man was huge.
"Calling me a slut when you're the one whos leaking." You poke at the tip of his dick where a small wet spot has been created from precum. Naoya had no retort for what you said, all he can do is grit his teeth in anger as you pull off his underwear. His cock springs up, the night air hitting his exposed member. You run a finger from the base of his cock to the tip.
You are just a tad bit shocked at how large his cock is. Maybe this was what he traded for instead of having a decent personality. "Well, just know I'm not nice enough to let you cum anytime soon." You commented as you reached for some lube and the beaded sound laying on the floor.
Naoya shook his head seeing the metal beaded rod in your hand he already assumed what your intentions were. "I'll make sure it doesn't hurt too much, darling." You scoffed at the word ‘darling’ leaving your lips. After having lubed up the sound you stroked Naoya's cock with your free hand to get him to relax.
As soon as he seemed more relaxed you spread the opening of his cock and started placing the beaded sound into his opening. Naoya's eyes widened, filling with tears at the foreign object being inserted into his cock. "FUCK! YOU INSANE PSYCHO BITCH!!" He bellowed out as you slowly pushed the sound into him.
After a few more curses and muffled cries, it was fully in. "Now, that wasn't too bad." You gave him a gentle smile. You stroke his dick gently feeling it twitch in your grasp. Naoya looked at you with fuming glossy eyes.
Tracing your fingers up and down his abdomen you felt just how toned he was, maybe not as buff as another certain Zenin but nicely toned. Your fingers slowly went to tease his nipples rubbing them in a circular motion.
Naoya lowered his arms down to move your hands away, "I'm not a woman! Do not pla-'' Before he could finish you pulled on the leash attached to his collar yanking him towards your face.
"If its only a place to tease women, then why is your dick twitching like a dog in heat?" You breathe out amused. Taking that moment you grab his face spitting on him. Standing up you removed your robe along with the slip dress leaving you only in some black lace-trimmed panties.
Naoya's face began to burn a crimson red, this was the first time he has ever seen your body naked. He had never seen you so exposed and bare like this, he hated to admit how much he loved the way your body looked lightly lit by the moonlight. You placed yourself back in between his legs once again grabbing the lube, you poured it on Naoya's cock letting it flood down between his ass.
Using one hand to stroke his dick while your other hand slid in between his ass. He froze sensing your second hand's action. "Don't you fucking dare you lowly whore!" He barked, his eyes widening in anger as you smirked and proceeded in plugging your index and middle finger in him. "I already let you stuff my dick! You damn lunatic!!" Naoya fumed as you resumed.
"You have no place to talk when you're g-spot is literally in your ass bitch." You sneered going further in him and spreading him out. As you began to pump into him with your fingers spreading him in the process. He muffled his moans and whimpers by biting his lip.
You let go of his dick and slapped it. "I never said not to make noise, bark for your master, disobedient bitch." You commanded as he let out a sharp gasp. He gritted his teeth, closing his eyes as you added another finger.
Proceeding to pump into him faster, making him arch his back and causing his breathing to become erratic. "S-Stop please!" He moans out, finally you had managed to hit his prostate.
"Call me master and I might consider your request, useless dog." You growled at him, pulling out your fingers. Naoya shuddered at the release of your fingers from his now begging hole. You were about to grab your strap on when you heard a knock at your bedroom door.
Frozen in place for a second, you placed a finger to your lips signaling Naoya to keep quiet, "May I ask who?" You called out as you glanced at Naoya to make sure he kept his mouth shut. Surely he wouldn't want to get caught in this situation.
"Uh, it's me Toji, I wanted to make sure Naoya didn't upset you more than he already has," Toji responded from the other side. Your mouth formed a small 'o' as you glanced back at Naoya. A smirk forms on your pretty plump lips. Naoya scowled at you and at Toji's response.
"He hasn't upset me further, but please come in." Naoya shakes his head furiously, obviously he didn't want to be seen below a woman nor did he want Toji to see his woman exposed. "Alright, I'm coming in." Toji slid the door open slowly, his head peered into the room. The dark haired male was in shock after witnessing Naoya and yours position on the futon.
"Would you care to join us?" You proposed a bit of a gleam in your eyes. Toji froze for a moment but then proceeded to walk in without saying a word, closing the door behind him. He gripped at the edge of his shirt and pulled it over his head making his way over, revealing his buff and sculpted build.
"You're into this shit!?" Naoya questioned as he saw Toji approaching you from behind. "Did I order you to speak?" You questioned, slapping his cock. Naoya flinched at the action inhaling a sharp breath.
Toji chuckled looking down at Naoya, "Seeing you getting treated like dirt by such a pretty lady, kinda tickles my taste." Toji sank onto his knees behind you.
"I'm gonna do what you haven't and fuck your woman," Toji smirked taking your breast into his hands, you could feel the rough callouses on his hands as they groped your breast. You sensed the bigger man's muscles flex against your bare back.
You bit your lip as you felt his hands roam your body. Naoya's body shook with enmity, "Get your fucking hands off of her you fucking bastard!" He demanded trying to sit himself up.
You grabbed the leash and pulled him up as close as possible to your face, "You're going to shut the fuck up and watch your master get her cunt fucked." You hissed cupping his face with your other hand. Kissing his lips roughly Naoya returned the kiss back with the same roughness. Ending the kiss you pushed him back down onto the futon.
Toji continued to explore your body with his hands. He let soft kisses touch your nape, slowly making his way to your left shoulder. His left hand was groping your right breast while his right hand wandered down inside your black panties.
"Wow, you're fucking wet," Toji breathed into your ear his deep voice causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. His fingers quickly found your clit and he began to massage it in a circular motion. He was gentle with his motion, but going at a steady pace just enough to make your body tremble with enjoyment.
You let out soft moans as he let his hands pleasure and unwind you. "On all fours pretty lady," Toji commanded, you followed his orders and positioned yourself on all fours. Your face was now in front of Naoya's throbbing cock.
The blonde man watched as you were bottomed out by Toji, this view infuriated him. He hated seeing Toji as the one you were submitting to, Naoya's frustration grew by each tortuous second. Toji proceeded to remove the garment inclosing your soaking pussy. The chill night air hitting your womanhood made you gasp softly.
Toji laid on his back his head in between your legs underneath you. You let out a moan as soon as you felt Toji's tongue start to lap your soaking pussy.
Naoya's dick began to twitch again hearing your moans get louder. It was making him more eager to have you touch him. "Fuck." Naoya exhaled.
"Tastes so fucking good," Toji moaned between each lap of his tongue gripping your thighs. He used his fingers to enter your hole, "Loosen up for me, princess." Gasping loudly, you gripped the sheets of the futon as his fingers began to pump in and out of your pussy.
You let your body move on it's own, fucking yourself on his thick fingers. "Y/n! Fuck please." Naoya breathed out desperately. Your mouth opened as you began to tongue Naoya's cock not wanting to deprive him too much.
In reality, you wanted to take Naoya's full cock in our mouth, but since you were in the midst of training this misbehaved dog, maybe another time.
"I'm going to cum!" You screamed as you came all over Toji's fingers, your legs trembling from the sensation. The dark haired male made sure to clean up all of your spilling juices with his mouth.
Toji repositioned himself on his knees and pulled you up by your arms so you were on your knees again. "Can't believe Naoya hasn't had the pleasure to enjoy your taste." Toji smirked and looked at Naoya, he grabbed your chin so he could kiss you.
"Taste yourself, my lady." Toji bit your bottom lip making you open your mouth allowing his tongue to explore the inside of your mouth. Pulling away you smiled innocently seeing Naoya's flushed face due to him being probably mad or frustrated, whatever it was you liked the expression.
"I have to give my pet the rest of his training and if he takes it well he can fuck his master's cunt next time too." You grabbed the strap on and put it on yourself, making Naoya flip and position himself with his ass up.
You proceeded to grab the lube and spanking paddle, placing the lube on Naoya to make it easier on yourself and him to slip in. Naoya was surprisingly being very complacent now, maybe seeing how Toji satisfied you made him want to do the same.
While you prepped Naoya, Toji removed his pants and underwear, tossing them to the side with the mess of clothing scattered on the floor. The heavenly carved man used his hand to pump his throbbing hard cock, getting it ready to fuck the life out of you.
"Time for some training bitch." You said sliding the attached dildo into Naoya. You hear his muffled gasp, you used the paddle to spank the blonde male's ass. Naoya jerked his head to the side at the shutter of pain coming from his ass. "Your master wants to hear her slutty pet moan, so refrain from keeping quiet." You ordered spanking him again.
Finally you were fully taken in by Naoya you then began pumping into his plump ass. You started at a slow enough pace to let Toji insert himself inside you.
You felt his cock fill you up. He was big and his girth filled your tight pussy. Your walls clenched around his cock almost about to cum from him just entering you. Toji gripped your waist, "No cumming this easily, my lady." He hummed into your ear.
Snapping back your head nodding at his command and you happily continue thrusting into Naoya. Picking up the pace Toji met you with the same rhythm while his left hand was placed on your neck gently squeezing the sides with his fingers and thumb.
His right hand squeezed and groped your left breast; with your hand on Naoya's waist to keep your pace steady. Naoya's grunts and moans echoed through the dimly lit room as you begin to hit his prostate.
"Please stop!" Naoya whimpered as he starts to feel the immense pleasure from having you fuck him. Toji's grunts and moans get louder filling the room as well. "Please, please! I hate you! You fucking piece of shit woman!!" Naoya cursed through waves of pleasure.
You used the paddle to reprimand him for cursing. You're able to see the tint of his ass get redder with the little bit of moonlight peaking in, it was a full moon out tonight and your body and mind were in bliss.
You kept thrusting, hitting Naoya's prostate repeatedly, "I wanna cum! I wanna cum! Let me cum please!" Naoya pleaded out to you. Now you just had to see his expressions, imagining it when it was right in front of you wasn't sufficing. Toji kept his rhythm as he was also close to his peak.
Your smooth hand grabbed Toji's wrist to stop him as you halted your movements into Naoya. Pulling out of the blonde man, you flipped him over on his back. His face flushed and wet with tears, his eyes sparkling with wetness making the sadistic side of yourself excited.
Seeing him in that state made your pussy get wetter than it was already. Toji felt you squeeze around his cock at the view of your fiancé looking like a pathetic animal. You grabbed Naoya's cock and removed the beaded sound slowly from his flushed-pulsing cock.
With each of the beaded rod sliding out Naoya panted and moaning once it was fully extracted from his huge cock. "Please make me cum, Master." Naoya whined while looking at you completely bottomed out.
Your face blushed as you repositioned yourself back into Naoya. Toji started again as well once you got to a good pace. Picking up the speed of your thrusts, you were ready to make his dick unload the cum he had been building up.
Naoya was now shamelessly moaning and grunting as you were hitting his sweet spot repeatedly. He arched his back to feel each thrust you did. Deciding to add to his pleasure you pumped his cock in your hand, making him throw his head back at the blissful feeling.
Toji kept thrusting into you, hitting your g-spot and making you throw your head back in satisfaction as well. Moans cascading out of your mouth a symphony. Your panted as your walls clenched around him as you were getting close to your orgasm.
"I'm cumming!" all three of your pleasured voices mixed at once as you reach your climax. Removing yourself from Naoya, his cum squirts all over his own chest.
Toji pulls out of you, cumming on your back all the while your legs tremble as you cum as well. "I fucking hated this," Naoya grunted out breathing heavily. You smirked at your fiancé and questioned him, "Wanna get your brains fucked again, you dumb crybaby pet?"
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Written for the Whorehouse Compilation [RAW DOG 1080p] (Try Not To CUM) Collab: Masterlist.
Open wide: the Doctor is IN
Shirabu Keijiro x Female Reader
Doctor Shirabu gives you a very special treatment on your first appointment.
Rating: E for explicit | Don’t read this if under eighteen.
Note: I’m sorry for being this late to the party. The cursed porn search we all have looked at least once (some... lots of times hehehe). THANKS TO @dymphnasprose for the little porn search bar i love them so much ;-; <3 My (very) late contribution to the Whorehouse Server CUMpilation. Thanks for letting me participate Miki! Doctor Shirabu is ready to see you now.
Warnings: POSSIBLE TRIGGERING CONTENT. CONSENSUAL NON-CONSENT. DOCTOR/PATIENT. MEDICAL PLAY. INAPPROPRIATE TOUCHES. WRONG GYNECOLOGICAL EXAM. Breast exam but not really. Corruption Kink. MEDICAL KINK. Use of medical equipment in inappropriate ways. ANAL PLAY. Established relationship clarified at the end: role-play. Poorly researched medical stuff. Overuse of Good Girl.
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You’re such a cute little thing.
Sitting on top of the big, pristine examination table, waiting for him while wearing an easy summer dress, square heels dangling from one side to the other as your hands fumble with your own fingers on your lap, eyes flying to him immediately as he enters the close space - big, bright eyes shining in the dull white hospital room, framed by beautiful eyelashes and soft makeup. Your tempting lips are almost deployed of lipstick from as much your teeth have punished the plush flesh.
“Hello.” Shirabu greets you with an easy smile, one that he doesn’t really use despite the little effort it takes.
“Oh, hi Doctor.” There’s an anxious smile on your lips and Shirabu feels a tingle start on his fingertips, climb his arm, spread down his back to burn in his guts. You’re so pretty when you’re nervous.
“How are we today? You can come and sit by the chair first.” Shirabu moves calmly, closing the door behind him; carefully turning the key without bringing attention. He’s still testing the waters but he can gather that you’re a trusting one, waiting to hear from him what exactly you need to do and then do it.
“Ahhh, um… I’m good, just came for my annual checkup.” You say while taking a seat on the chairs, only risking one look up at his face, then lowering those eyes onto his coat, clearly reading his name. Your expression seems surprised… but pleased. Is it because he’s young or because he’s attractive? Shirabu can’t decide, but there’s a clear smile in his lips as he looks you over, then circles his way to sit behind the table.
“Is this your first time here? If not, when was your last appointment?”
“Actually,” Your eyes meet his when your head angles up and you scurry them down as if you’re embarrassed. Your lips are once again suffering under your teeth before you free them and speak, “It’s my first. Like, ever.”
“Oh,” Shirabu let’s slip with a breath. There’s too much joy in that little sigh and in his tone when he asks, “Really?”
Your head goes up and down first, fingers fumbling, then you seem to remember that you need to speak with him, “Yes.”
“Do you have a medical file here already? Any complaints I should know?” Shirabu covers the usual bases first, calmly checking his agenda and time, how much he can have with you and how he can extend it.
“Hm… No complaints, except…” You fall silent for a moment and Shirabu can feel the burning in your face all the way through the table.
“It’s okay.” He’s quick to tranquilize you, “I’m your Doctor, you can tell me anything.”
“I think my birth-control is… uh, how can I say this? Making me… a little numb?” You tell him in a low voice, a hint of worry slipping through as you try to send him a little embarrassed smile as if you’re worried he may feel bad about it.
Shirabu is quick to smile back, so pleased at how you relax and melt back into yourself at the sight of it. He can’t help but think you’re such a good girl. “You didn’t answer the first question, though.”
“It’s my first time in the clinic as well. A friend of mine recommended it to me.” You give a precious little giggle as if your nervousness scrambles your train of thought and Shirabu thinks it’s endearing, especially the fact that you’re a pretty little thing who doesn’t know best and you’ve ended right on his lap.
Well, he plans to make the most of it.
“Hmm, understood. So, Miss… Is it Miss?” Shirabu sends you a charming smile, one he knows it’s good, and your eyes seem to flash with something at the sight of it, your throat bobbing right before your lips split in a little smile.
“Yes,” you giggle his way with a little roll of your eyes, as if it’s obvious and he makes a surprised face along with another dazzling smile. Shirabu has smiled more in the last ten minutes than n his whole week and he’s face will soon protest.
“Really? You’re so pretty, I wouldn’t be surprised if someone had already planted a ring on your finger.” God knows he would, and as fast as he could, too.
You bite at your lips to avoid a smile planting itself in your face, eyes fleeing from his as your hands fist your dress and you left a little breathy laugh out. As if he’s being ridiculous.
“Okay Miss, so since it’s your first time doing this check-up, I’ll need you to do a few things for me, okay?”
“Sure, Doctor.” God, that shouldn’t mess him up as it does, the hairs on his arm standing on edge at the delicious sound of it in your voice.
“I’ll need you to go to that bathroom right there, strip all your clothes including underwear and change into the paper gown that’s right on top of a cabinet there. Leave the opening to the front and then come back to sit at that examination table right there. Can you do this for me?”
“Of course, Doctor.” Warmth spreads from his body, rolls thick with his blood around his limbs and starts concentrating south. Jesus, you’ll be his demise like this.
“Good. Now go.”
Once you’re out of sight, Shirabu makes arrangements. And when you come back, clad in nothing but a paper-thin gown that leaves little to the imagination, he buttons his coat as long as it goes. Just to be sure.
His eyes thread carefully over your barely concealed body, enthralled by how your breathing comes in quick puffs of air, goosebumps rising on your skin under the cold temperature of the room. Pressing against the warmth of his palm at the slight touch of his fingers on your shoulder.
“You can sit at the examination table. We’ll start with a breast exam before you lie down, okay?” Shirabu knows his voice is sweeter than usual; carefully built in a trusty tone, words rolling off his mouth a little deeper, a little low - all just so he can assure he has your attention.
“I’ll start with a breast exam and then you can lie down.” He explains his steps one by one, so when he opens the front of the barely existing paper gown, all you do is take a sharp breath and slowly let the air out. So nice. Such a good girl for him.
He carefully brings his fingers to glide over the outskirts of your breasts, pressing on your flesh with steady, slow to warm digits. Shirabu feels as you fidget slowly when he circles the flesh once, slow and deliberate with the pressure he applies. “I’m checking for any unusual lumps around the tissue,” Shirabu tells that so close to your face he can feel the warm wave of air your gasp lets out at his words, and he pretends the little taste does nothing for him despite the way his blood boils in his veins.
He does the same circular motion a second time, then a third time in reverse, and all but grin in his self-satisfied way when he notices the shy nub stand to attention. Your brows are furrowed even from such little stimulation, throat bobbing as your mouth sucks cold puffs of breaths inside your lungs.
Shirabu’s digits slide up your collarbone, then press together in a quick motion from all the way up to under your breast, stealing just the slight touch over your erected nipple.
“Please put your hand over my shoulder,” Shirabu says carefully, detached; and is delighted when you push a little dazed “what” out your swollen lips.
He can’t help but smirk; poor little lamb is lost to the wolf around her - and his claws are already in.
“Like this, honey.” His hand takes yours in his, open your palm with his fingers to press it on his shoulder, a wide-angle that gives him better access and provides for a comfortable examination.
“Hm, okay!” You strangle it out, cute and bashful and Shirabu feels his slacks getting tighter.
“Good,” he breathes close to your face and restarts his movements, digits massaging up and down your chest, right side first as his fingertips get together to start to draw patterns from outside until the center in a repeated motion that ends with just a barely-there, butterfly touch over your nipples as he does a careful glide around the circle.
Your shoulders tremble and curve inwards as your abdomen seizes, hints of your pleasure that Shirabu can pinpoint even without his medical expertise. It makes his heart soars; such a little innocent thing that you can’t even speak up about it, just quietly suffering from the need growing inside you until you’ll burst.
His hand stops under your breast to weigh it, palm covering the extension of flesh as his thumb slides in a fond motion to the sides.
“Now I’ll do the left,” Shirabu announces and feels as you tense, eyes looking up at him in a lost haze even as you blink and nod. There’s a small storm brewing inside your eyes clouding them over, as if you’re struggling to catch up to his fingers, trying to fully wrap around his motions and still falling victim of your innocence, agreeable and placid, trained and directed to respect authority.
Dr. Shirabu knows best, you’re probably thinking as you nod once again, hands grabbing at anything they can to hide their trembling. Then he starts his ministrations by rolling your nipple with his thumb, drawing a gasp from you.
“Oh, sorry,” Shirabu says with fake sorrow before he starts the circling massage around your breasts once again.
A humming agreement is all you answer him, lips pressed together as if you’re embarrassed by the noise you’ve left. Oh, poor little thing.
He can’t wait to ruin you.
Shirabu wonders if you can notice how he changes the motions of his fingers this time around, pressing closer to the center and around the halo of your breast as he kneads the delicious mound with his digits.
Your knees are practically pressed together and you’re struggling to hold your shoulders up in a straight line and Shirabu is absolutely delighted at causing your downfall with such little, fickle things as the point of his fingers.
He waits for the moment where your teeth close sharply over your swollen lips, holding both breath and noise inside, and angles both his hands to press under your breasts, upwards motion that is a good excuse for groping - not that you’d know. Your spine curves as your head turn down in waves of burning hot embarrassment at your own behavior and Shirabu simply has to move before he does something bad.
Well, worst.
“All done,” he tells you with a small curve on his lips as he steps back. You wait for him to turn before letting a breath out, but even that sounds sharp in the silence of the room. Shirabu hides his hands from your eyes in his pockets, fingers twitching in the absence of your smooth skin under his digits.
“Now we’ll pass to the examination.” The little tremble in your frame is enough to add twisting fire into his veins, temperature rising even when the air conditioning is running low. Shirabu does his best in making his voice sound unaffected and neutral, walking over to the stirrups and adjacent dressing table where he keeps his medical gloves.
“You can lie down and put your legs over the supports.”
“Yes, Doctor.”
You obey like a good girl, the simple motion already flashing him the precious skin underneath, legs spread wide open and immobilized. Anxious eyes look for his in reassurance, then seem to think better of it as they fall down to watch your open legs. The view making you squirm once again in the padded table.
So precious.
And trusting.
Your hands are clasped over your belly in an attempt to keep them from fidgeting, eyes eagerly fleeting between Shirabu’s frame and the ceiling. He sends a smile your way as he pulls the chair close to the stirrups and your disconcert is practically charming.
When Shirabu walks over to sit between your open legs, his cock strains against his slacks, immoral coil twisted hard at the small peak of heavenly skin, of glistening folds swollen by the blood flow.
If only he could lick it.
There’s a tremble to your form that he can’t pinpoint, but the wide-open arch of your legs immobile over the stirrups clear are involved in; that, and the pulsating arousal in your center, if the way you’re throbbing open for him is any indication.
Shirabu had considered going slow, threading carefully before taking what he wants, but the fortitude of his mind is being challenged by the view alone: You, laying on the table, legs spread and skin glowing. It’s wicked. Shirabu wishes so much to taste, but he’s snapping his gloves on instead.
“Are you sexually active?” He makes small talk, chair sounding loud in the silent room as he finally takes his place on it.
“I’m, uh, not for a while.”
“Any unprotected intercourse?”
“Hm... N-no.” Huh. Shirabu doubts he was able to hide the motion in his lips signaling that the little slip in your tone isn’t lost. “Are you certain? We may need to do a test, just to be sure.”
Your eyes fleet to him, shining in the artificial illumination, flustered expression as you down them for your clasped hands after. It’s rather endearing to watch as your anxious behavior spike, the way you’re unable to twist or move, pinned there by physical barrier more than just his eyes.
“It’s possible.” You answer him, meek, and he tries not to smile. “But I’ve been on the pill.”
“Ok, then. You mentioned numbness. Did you mean during intercourse or just in general?”
“Sometimes general, but normally when I’m… touching… myself.”
Oh well. What a nice little improvement. His eyes bore on yours between the valley of your legs, the air surrounding you both turning thicker.
“Understood. I’m going to be touching you now.”
You nod, and then gasp when his hands actually touch the inside of your open thighs, a light caress to satiate the need to know how soft and plush you feel, and it’s exactly as much as you look. You suck in a breath slowly, and Shirabu lets his fingers slide up to your hot center.
“I’ll start with the pelvic exam. If you feel any pain or discomfort, just say so.” You nod and he starts slowly, two gloved fingers carefully threading over the swollen labia with acute precision, circling motions as he caresses the underside of your most sensitive place and downwards, rounds the dripping wet entrance, and sliding back up, fingers opening in a “v” motion, a small twirl around the engorged nub above it all. “I’m making an exterior exam, any numbness?”
You nod your negative. Eyes barely holding themselves open, teeth sunk on your lips. “Tell me if you either don’t feel anything or feel anything hurting.”
“Okay,” it’s mostly a whine, breath leaving your mouth as soon as you open it. He descends a third finger over your sex, up and down circling motions that rip a groan from your throat.
“Does anything hurt?” Shirabu’s voice is collected, calm, a stark contrast to the throbbing length in his pants. “Numb?”
“I...don’t think so?” You’re trembling, voice breathless as the stirrups squeaking under the strain of your thighs and Shirabu’s other hand comes up, palm planting over your pelvis, feeling the soft skin and then pressing his palm on it.
“Doesn’t seem like you have a problem with sensibility.” He tries to reassure you as his fingers thread to your entrance, indicator slowly tracing the tight circle pulsating in front of his eyes. You’re dripping wet, soaking his gloves and all he can think is what a delicious little patient.
“I’ll be entering you now, okay? There’s no need for the speculum, so I’m performing a touch exam.”
“Oh-kay, doctor,” comes your little gruff voice, putty under his hands and opening up nicely for his fingers when he presses inside. You’re tight, wonderfully so, clinging to his gloved fingers. Shirabu angles them up and deep, your blistering warmth spreading from his digits to his arm and then his whole body.
He’ll have to find a way to “test” you there, as well. He doesn’t retreat his fingers, but he aims the motions of them inside and above, looking for the sensitive place that’s bound to make you-
“Ah!”
There it is. Shirabu chuckles and rounds the place with his digits as your knees buckle inside then angling out, spreading wide. He retreats his fingers, rolling them with a little scissoring, then plunges deeper inside as an excuse of trying to reach your cervix. If only he could use his cock- that’d be way easier.
“And now?” Shirabu asks, wicked. “Any pain? Numbness?”
“N-uhnn-” You try to speak but choke on a soft moan, your hands flying to your face as you swallow and answer him back in a trembling tone, “No.”
“Anything else?” It’s teasing, clearly, but you don’t seem to notice it, dazed eyes searching for him as you wet your mouth before speaking.
“It feels… weird.”
“Really? ” Shirabu spreads his fingers a bit, rolls them to feel around your walls. “Why’s that?”
“I- I don’t know. It’s… good.”
“Hmmm… That’s interesting.” His gloved thumb descends over your labia, rolls over your clitoris with strict precision, fingers angling inside to meticulously hit that special place once again. The table squeaks under the strength of your buckling, open cunt pulsating around his fingers in plain view for his appreciative eyes. “You seem to be a bit oversensitive, not numb.”
“Is that- a problem?” You say between breaths as Shirabu’s thumb rolls over your clit. He’s astonished you don’t question any of his debatable moves, only looking at him with dazed, soft eyes.
“Depends. Do you always leak like this? It can be a condition.” Shirabu presses his palm over your pelvic bone, angle his fingers meticulously and swirl your clitoris with his thumb in firm precision. You moan and immediately recoil in embarrassment, mouth agape in your own surprise. Shirabu scissors his fingers in a rotating motion, inside and out for barely a few seconds and your spine arches off the table, mouth falling in a wide “o” as you tremble on his examination table.
Delicious.
“Sorry, did I hurt you?”
“No,” you answer in a breath.
Shirabu palms his length to release the pressure, cock straining at the soft expression of rapture on your eyes. “Everything seems good inside; But maybe you’re sensitive. I’ll keep that in mind for the next exams.”
“Is it… done?”
“Almost.” Shirabu smiles, but it's a be-ready-for-trouble one. “All we need is the ultrasound for the internal exam.”
“I thought you had just-”
“This one was the touch one, the next one is done with the ultrasound equipment. It will be inserted inside and then I’ll be able to take a good look at your uterus health.”
“Oh, okay.”
You seem focused on catching your breath as your stretched hole keeps winking at him, as if begging for more. Unfortunately, Shirabu has to move on. He pulls the equipment table close, moves the screen to the side and at a fairly inaccessible angle for your eyes. The transducer reminds a wand, long, shaped anatomically thin with a slightly larger head, barely two-fingers girth.
“Have you ever orgasmed before? Sensitive dysfunction can make it harder for women to achieve sexual gratification.”
“I… actually don’t know…”
Shirabu slides a condom on it, drops a generous amount of lube over it and then turns to you with a smile. Your legs twitch and your walls clench and he has a strike of brilliance right there as he eyes the pretty furl of muscle under your pleading pussy.
You yelp as he brings a lubed finger to draw rings over your rear, embarrassed eyes quickly searching for his.
“Doctor?!”
“Oh, sorry. The equipment goes in anally. Didn’t I mention that?”
“No?!” You groan, surprised, a soft breath escaping your lips.
“Sorry. I’m just preparing you, passing something to help it.” Shirabu explains, as a liar, and slowly work you open with his indicator pressing inside - carefully, slowly, with clinical precision until his whole knuckle is inside and your breathing is labored, open pussy throbbing for something he can’t give it to you just yet. How precious. “I’m inserting it now. Please tell me if it hurts.”
Shirabu angles the device on the lubed hole and watches, enthralled, as your ass swallows it’s wider head whole with just the first push, the rest of the body following easily as the tight ring presses the overflowing lube out. Fuck. Shirabu’s cock is weeping uncontrollably inside his slacks and he carefully brings a hand to help with the tightness of his pants, opening it enough to allow his thick length to escape free, but still covered by his lab coat.
Then Shirabu presses the device deeper, the angle sharp. He brings the receptor over your belly, presses way to closer to the apex of your sex. “Does it hurts?”
“No,” you breathe out, dazed.
“Does it feel good?”
“...Yes,” you sigh.
“Hmmm, interesting.” Shirabu retreats it, pretending to angle it somewhere else. He moves the equipment a bit more and your knees tremble as your pussy starts to drip on the floor. Jesus, that’s fucking hot. He leaves the receptor over your skin to fly his hand to his cock, slowly pumping it to relieve the throbbing ache. You’re way too lost in your own pleasure to notice his, and that only makes him more feral.
“You can feel something entering you now, but it’s just another equipment,” Shirabu says as he abandons his aching cock to slide two fingers inside your pleading hole, instead. He’s not even sure you understood his warning. Cute.
“Doctor,” you breathe, almost panicked and Shirabu rolls his thumb over your clit to hear you yelp, your ass tight around the transductor as he scissors his fingers on your wide-open cunt.
“Yes?”
“I feel... “ You sound so wrecked and lost, a shiver wandering down Shirabu’s spine as his throat bobs. Your pussy throbs around his fingers, begging for something it can’t even pinpoint. Poor thing.
“Pain?”
“No? Something… else.” Such a cute breathless voice, chest heaving with rabbit-fast beats that Shirabu almost can feel on his fingers deep inside your soaking walls.
“Pleasure?” He offers, fighting the need to smile at how your confused expression, brows furrowed as you try to think of another word but come ultimately short.
“I…” You start but bite your lips to hold the noise at how he aims at your special spot. Then blink twice, still losing the fight against the thick pleasure fog in your mind. “I guess?”
“Wow.” You’re so honest. Shirabu’s surprise is fairly genuine. He hopes his tone sounds more understanding than completely hungry. “Well… It’s not unusual for patients to feel arousal by exams considering their invasive nature. It’s okay, don’t panic.”
“But,” You start, tense and writhing, but Shirabu stands up, the equipment in your ass changing angle but his eyes are finding yours in the distance.
“It’s okay,” Shirabu repeats and you listen, hazed eyes focused entirely on him. “Take a deep breath.”
You obey so well, mouth opening as you breathe deep, chest filling even when Shirabu slowly edges the equipment out of your tight asshole. The fingers inside your pussy don’t stop, though, and he brings his other hand, now free, to aid him in wrecking you. “Now surrender to it. Let it wash over you…”
“I…” You whine and tense, but then his two hands are gliding over every erogenous zone on your labia with acute expertise, and you let go, bones essentially melting under his ministrations; letting out a soft, obedient, won over, “Okay.”
“Good girl.” He tells you and rotates his fingers in and out, keeping you nice, wet and wide. You’re close. Shirabu can feel it in how you’re swelling around him. “You’re an amazing patient, Miss. Just do as I say and I’m telling you to cum.” That does it, as your head angles back, hands holding yourself and the table as you take a deep breath.
“Yes, doctor,” You whisper and moan, surrendering to the intense orgasm that pulses suddenly through you and quivers around his fingers. It’s beautiful to watch you come undone, legs trembling sharply as they’re held wide open, pussy fluttering in a wave of wetness that joins the puddle on the ground, mouth open as your tongue slides past it, eyes rolling inside your skull and probably seeing white.
Shirabu never feels tired of it, finally angling himself to bend over your frame, mouth looking for yours quickly as he breaks character.
“Keijiro,” you sigh, pleasure-drunk and Shirabu licks over your open lips, bites on your jaw, sucks the skin to leave his marks.
“Yes, love.” He answers against your pulse point and you lets out a satisfied sigh by his ear.
“That was amazing.”
“You think so?” Shirabu rolls his hips against your bare, soaked wet pussy, and his free cock rolls deliciously between the lubricated folds. “I’m just starting, though, Miss. I think you’ll need a more thorough exam, though. With special equipment too.” He brings his hand to angle his cock on your entrance, eyes locked on yours as you blink and smile, blissed out and pleading. Shirabu presses himself inside and you throw your head back in bliss, hands planting on his shoulders with sharp nails aiming for his skin. “Such a good patient I have. Open wide, love.”
You arch your head back to look up at him, mouth falling open on command, for Shirabu to do as he pleases. You, wide open on his table, for him to do as he pleases. He’s your husband after all and you’ve learned from a long time that what pleases Dr. Shirabu Kenjiro the most is picking you apart piece by piece, white bliss searing your every nerve-end as you fall and shatter for him, drowning under his thumb as he holds you down waves of pleasure, dragging you like the tide - strong and unyielding until it hurts to even breathe.
The mere thought of having more makes your lips fall open in a moan, “yes, Doctor.”
Because you love everything about that.
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Electricity
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It's 11pm and storming biblically when Dean and Cas's apartment goes dark.
"Great," Dean mutters under his breath. "Fan-freaking-tastic."
From somewhere else in the apartment, his roommate asks "did the power go out?"
"What do you think, sunshine?" Dean replies sarcastically.
He has a half-written essay in front of him, but he knows his old-ass computer won't last long unplugged, so he saves the document before shutting it off. He leans back in his chair, stretching for the first time in an hour and running a hand down his face. He actually needed a break from the screen, he realizes, feeling his eyes relax as he rubs them.
The steady rain and strong winds outside make an overwhelming white noise track, interrupted only by thunder that goes from faint and distant to deafening in volume. If Dean wasn't stressed out of his mind and completely exhausted right now, he might actually find this kind of nice.
"It's raining cats and mice out there," he hears Cas say, his voice now in the room.
Dean smiles, still rubbing his eyes with the backs of both his hands. "Cats and dogs, Cas."
"Right. Cats and dogs."
It’s really no use correcting him; the entire animal kingdom could be falling from the sky right now and there wouldn't be much of a difference. The winds are definitely knocking things over, and the streets will certainly be flooded come morning. Dean wonders for how long the university will cancel classes after this (if at all, the heartless bloodsuckers).
A particularly loud clap of thunder startles Dean. He drops his hands from his face and opens his eyes, expecting to see pitch black nothingness, but the room is faintly lit by the flashlight Cas is holding as he rummages through their kitchen drawers. He approaches a minute later and sets a candle down on the small table.
"Smart."
"Thank you, Dean," Cas says, sitting down opposite him. Dean smiles again, this time shaking his head.
If anyone ever asked him to mention one thing he likes about Cas, just one, he'd probably say how genuine Cas is, how he takes everything to heart and speaks from it as well. Dean said just one word, smart, a simple comment on the fact that it occurred to Cas to light a candle instead of wasting the battery of their one flashlight, and Cas genuinely thanked him for the compliment. He's just ridiculously cute in his earnestness.
Cas is trying to light the candle now, but their lighter is tricky. Despite living together in that apartment for a year and a half now Cas has never really gotten the hang of it.
"Here, let me."
Dean means to take the lighter from Cas and do it himself, he really does. That is 100% his intention as he reaches across the table. Except he sees an opportunity, and Dean Michael Winchester is nothing if not smooth.
He wraps his hand around Cas's, gently guiding his fingers until they’re placed just right, and the lighter clicks on with ease. Cas meets his eyes, smiling, and Dean can feel the slightest brush of Cas’s thumb against his hand. It’s a small gesture, but clearly deliberate, and it sends Dean’s heart into overdrive. Cas leans away, puts the lighter aside, and starts leafing through a book he brought. Dean’s heart is still racing as he watches him.
Scratch that first thing. If anyone ever asked him what’s one thing he likes about Cas? His hands. God. Neat nails, slightly calloused palms, and overall larger hands than you’d expect. Cas is an environmental science major and he wants to get a Ph.D. in botany, so of course, there’s a small garden on their fire escape. He tends to those plants every day with more gentleness and care than Dean has ever seen, and Dean loves to watch him, even though he has no idea what Cas is doing with them half the time. He just knows that not a single one of their plants have died under Cas’s care. He names them too.
His attentiveness. That’s another thing Dean might say if anyone ever asked. Cas left to visit his sister Anna last winter break. He left Dean in charge of the plants, three of which died inside the week. (For Dean’s birthday a couple of months later, Cas got him a book. How Not to Kill Your Houseplant. Dean keeps it on his nightstand.) Dean went out and bought new ones, but he knew Cas would notice the difference, and he did. He wasn’t mad at Dean though, and he appreciated the effort, and as Dean apologized profusely over and over again, Cas looked at him in the eyes oh-so-softly and told him he was forgiven.
How could Dean possibly forget? If anyone ever asked, he’d say that Cas’s eyes are one of his favorite things about him. One of his favorite things, period. Dean is absolutely mesmerized whenever Cas looks him in the eye, and the guy loves making eye contact, which means that Dean lives in a perpetual smitten daze. He has never seen that shade of blue anywhere else on this earth. Or maybe he just hasn’t been looking, content to get his fill of that blue by staring into Cas’s eyes as much as he gets to on a daily basis.
“Are you alright, Dean?”
Dean blinks himself back to reality. “Hm?”
“You seem… spaced.”
Dean is staring. He’s been staring this whole time. Shit. Crap.
“Yeah, um. Just tired.”
Mr. Smooth, everybody.
“Maybe you should go get some rest. I doubt the power will be back anytime soon.”
Castiel Milton, always looking out for you. It makes Dean melt.
“Yeah, maybe.” I wanna stay here with you, though, he thinks. Instead, because he’s pathetic, he asks “what’re you reading?”
Cas shows him the cover. How Not to Kill Your Houseplant. Dean breaks out in laughter.
“So you’re going into my room and stealing my shit now?”
“Don’t worry, I didn’t touch your Vonneguts.” Cas puts the book aside, an easy smile on his face. “Just wanted something light to pass the time.”
“You done with your homework?”
A soft yawn escapes Cas. “For now.”
“Dude, why not just go to sleep? You look exhausted.”
“Look who’s talking.”
Dean tries to deadpan him. He fails, because around Cas, it’s near impossible for him to not smile.
“Besides, I might be done but you weren’t.”
“And you wanted to keep me company.”
Cas shrugs as if to say I guess, but he does it with a knowing smile. The smile doesn’t falter as he meets Dean’s eyes, and he doesn’t look away when silence settles between them, the only sound being the stormy white noise.
Dean is sure he could drown in that blue and die happy.
Before that train of thought gets away from him again, Dean tears his gaze away and stretches. “We should really go to bed though, I’m not getting any more done tonight,” he says as he stands.
“Of course,” Cas says, but he grabs the book again.
“You not going?”
“I want to finish this chapter.”
The seriousness in his tone makes Dean smile. Again.
“Well, g’night, Cas.”
“Good night, Dean.”
Dean thinks he detects a bit of shakiness in Cas’s voice but decides that he’s probably just tired.
He gets to his room and changes into something comfortable, the first t-shirt and sweatpants he finds as he rummages in the dark. He goes to set his phone on his nightstand and crawl into bed, but in place of the book he keeps there and puts his phone on top of– the book Cas has at the moment– he finds something else.
It’s paper. It’s folded into the form of a book, like one of those youtube craft tutorials with bad music, and it's no bigger than his own palm. The cover is handwritten, and Dean immediately recognizes it as Cas's. He smiles, expecting a prank or joke of some sort, Cas knows how stressed Dean can get with the start of the semester. However, his smile falters as he reads the cover:
How to tell your best friend you’re in love with him.
With a shaky hand, Dean opens the small book. The first page is the only one with any more writing on it, and it reads:
You leave him a note and hope it’s enough.
Dean is storming out of his bedroom (no pun intended) before he knows it. He barely even feels his feet moving, too focused on the pounding in his ears and the dryness in his mouth. He doesn’t go into the living room, not yet; his feet stop at the end of the short hallway and he braces himself against the wall. The room is spinning and he can barely breathe.
“Cas?” He chokes out.
Cas puts the book back down on the table in front of him and interlocks his fingers in front of him. He doesn’t look at Dean– Cas, who makes too much eye contact – and takes a deep breath before saying “yes?”
He’s nervous.
Dean takes a step forward, still keeping one hand on the wall just in case, and holds up the note. “What is this?” he asks, because his brain is just not there with him yet.
Cas stands, still not facing Dean. “Dean, do you know what day it is?”
He’s asking this now???
“September firs–”
Oh. Oh shit.
“Cas isn’t today the–”
“The night we met. Two years ago.”
Dean feels his brain catching up now as the memory starts coming back to him. Cas helps, starting to recount that night.
“Two years ago tonight, I was leaving my night course at the university, and it was raining. Not as bad as this,” –Cas looks out the window and lightning strikes, as if on cue– “but pretty badly, and I was an inexperienced freshman without an umbrella.”
Dean remembers. He was walking Charlie to her dorm when it started drizzling, and it was pouring by the time he made it back to his car. Dean had a night shift at the gas station and was about to head there.
“Two years ago tonight,” Cas continues, “you invited me into your car to shelter me from the rain.”
Dean saw this guy running in the direction of the men’s dorms, which were on the other side of campus. He felt bad, and he had a car, so he opened the passenger door and let him in.
Turned out to be the most gorgeous guy he’d ever laid eyes on. He was a bit awkward, but he had no filter, which made him weirdly funny. He asked about the music playing in the car and listened intently to Dean's rambling. He laughed at his jokes too.
At the end of the five-minute drive, he said his name was Castiel, and Dean asked for his number and saved it as Cas with a thunderstorm emoji. Because even if he didn’t know it yet, Dean was already whipped.
“Two years ago,” Cas says, finally looking up at Dean. His eyes are wide and vulnerable and he looks terrified and Dean can barely stand it. “Two years ago tonight, I started to fall in love with you.”
Dean can’t breathe. His ears are hot and he can’t stop fidgeting with the note in his hand and he can’t breathe.
But his feet start moving again, out of their own volition. They move toward Cas.
“If you don’t feel–” Cas starts, but Dean swallows his words.
Again, Dean’s brain isn’t all there yet, and he doesn’t realize what he’s doing until he’s already in it. He’s grabbing Cas’s face, digging his fingertips into the back of his hair, and the note is forgotten on the table, and thunder rumbles not that far away. He’s darting out his tongue, begging to explore Cas’s mouth as he’s wanted to do since forever, and Cas lets him. He tastes like toothpaste and coffee and honey and Dean never wants to taste anyone else ever again.
Cas is wrapping his arms around Dean’s waist and pressing his entire body against him. It’s making Dean weak in the knees but it’s okay because Cas is almost holding him upright at this point. There’s another clap of thunder, much closer this time, and the lightning probably illuminated the apartment, but it wasn’t enough to make them part. They’re moving and grasping and exploring frantically, and Dean is afraid Cas is going to disappear, or that he’s going to wake up and this will all have been another dream. But no, it’s real, and they’re playing catchup on two years worth of desire and longing and love.
They eventually pull away, breathless and giddy. The only sounds are the rain and the wind. Dean opens his eyes first, needing to see Cas and make sure this is completely, definitely, unequivocally real. Cas is smiling and taking deep breaths, and a weight seems to be lifted off his shoulders. He opens his eyes a second later, and even in the darkness, even with just the faint candlelight, the blue in them seems to shine. And even though there's no power, it feels as if there's electricity crackling in the air around them. It might be the storm.
No. It's the moment. This moment with Cas is what feels electric.
“Come to bed?” Dean asks, feeling brave and going out on a limb. The only way Cas responds is by interlocking his hand into Dean’s and kissing him again.
And after tonight, for the rest of his life, if anyone ever asks him “what’s one thing you love about Cas?” Dean won’t be able to narrow down an answer.
He’ll just say: “Everything.”
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Prompt: "Do it. Take a chance, I'm begging you. You don't want to spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been."
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“What is it?” Kara huffed out, her frustration finally reaching critical mass.
“What’s what?” Alex replied, playing dumb by pretending to study the DEO’s monitors far too intently considering Kara had literally just dispatched the rogue villain of the week.
Kara crossed her arms, hip cocked forward slightly as she leant against the central console, blue eyes observing her sister's profile closely.
“Whatever you’re not telling me because you think it will upset me.” The superhero clarified bluntly, her social hesitation and uncertainty having dampened over the last few years.
She had learnt the hard way how important it was to never shy away from the truth and avoid speaking around the heart of the matter. It was a lesson she had absorbed completely, and it was one she refused to forget - needing to prove she had evolved, had bettered herself from the version that had required teaching in the first place.
“I’m not…” Alex refuted, shrugging dismissively but keeping her gaze trained forward, “There’s no-“
“Look, I’m asking you out of courtesy,” Kara cut in, “but you and I both know that I could just as easily ask Nia, and she would fold almost instantly.”
Alex grumbled irritably under her breath - Nia still had yet to build an effective resistance to Kara’s puppy dog eyes and this particular weakness had caused no small amount of trouble for Alex over the last five years.
“It is Lena related, right?” Kara checked, though it was completely unnecessary.
For Alex to actively try and keep a secret from her, it couldn’t be about anything else. And it had been more or less confirmed by her sister's reaction to her threatening to go to Nia.
“Just because I’m keeping a secret, doesn’t automatically mean it’s to do with Lena.” Alex tried, though the conviction behind her statement was weaker than wet tissue paper.
The redhead side-eyed her and Kara merely had to arch an unimpressed eyebrow in return for the DEO director to deflate.
“Okay maybe it’s a little to do with Lena.” Alex admitted with a wince, rubbing the back of her neck in defeat.
Kara threw her hands up in exasperation. “It’s been over five years, okay? I’m fine!”
Her bellowed declaration of stability, made the nearby DEO agents look over with a mix of curiosity and concern. Kara grimaced at the reaction and as such didn’t resist when Alex grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the central room and into her private office.
Alex turned to face her fully, lips pressed tight together and hands firm on her own hips (it had always annoyed Kara that Alex managed to make her signature superhero pose far more intimidating than her own attempts).
“Yelling I’m fine, definitely helps your case.” Alex retorted, voice dripping with sarcasm.
Kara had the good grace to look suitably embarrassed for a moment before launching into the same variation of the speech she gave every time there was a morsel of Lena news to be had. “I screwed up, okay? Big time screwed up - ‘regret it for the rest of my life’ screwed up!” Kara declared prompting a beleaguered sigh from her sister who knew the blatant lie that was coming next. “But I’ve made my peace with it. I won’t spiral into another depressive episode when I hear how happy she is.”
Alex shook her head, not even remotely convinced - not that Kara could blame her, the last time Alex had been pestered into telling her a Lena update, Kara had spent a weekend on a drinking binge that had successfully proven that there were limits even for a kryptonian.
“I don’t think-“ Alex began.
“What is it?” Kara demanded. “Is she getting another medal from the president?”
Alex shook her head, jaw clenching and unclenching. “Kara, you don’t want to know this.”
“Her and Kal save the world again?” Kara barrelled on, her lips curling into a jealous snarl. “The greatest Luthor and Super duo continue to make the world a better place?”
That particular news article had been printed and burned by Kara’s heat vision more times than she dared admit to anyone.
“Kara, please-“ Alex begged, expression crumpling as Kara relentlessly pushed.
“Tell me, I can take it.” Kara proclaimed, voice coming out high pitched and strained. “Is she dating someone again? Another famous actress? That Olympic male gymnast? What-“
“She’s getting married.”
A bomb must have gone off, Kara thought to herself.
A kryptonite bomb.
It was the only thing that could explain the ringing in her ears, and the way everything just… hurt.
A shard of kryptonite must have pierced her chest and cut her heart into jagged pieces. That was the only thing that could explain it.
“What?” She questioned, barely above a whisper. She didn’t quite recognise her own voice - it sounded shattered and unfamiliar. She also didn’t know what she was asking.
Didn’t know what ‘what’ was all about.
What just happened?
What did you say?
What post-apocalyptic reality are we living in now?
“Next week, she’s getting married.” Alex explained, giving Kara answers she no longer wanted. “Sam, Ruby, Kal and Lois are invited.”
She knew it should sting. Not being invited even though they hadn’t spoken in nearly five years. That she should feel something about the fact that Lena had omitted Alex, Brainy, Nia and J’onn as well - it further reinforced how Lena believed them to be Kara’s friends and never hers (which was one of the things Kara regretted most - how her poor treatment of Lena had infected and destroyed everyone else’s friendship with the youngest Luthor).
“To who?” Kara asked, tone cold, hollow… empty.
“Kara,” Alex murmured softly, reaching out to comfort her sister, “this clearly isn’t good for you.”
Kara jerked backwards so fast that the papers on Alex’s desk shot into the air, fluttering down around the sisters like snow.
“Just tell me!” Kara ordered, hands turned into white knuckle fists at her sides that would be capable of tearing through the strongest of metals. Her eyes heated but she managed to stave the fire in them as she glowered at her sister.
Alex slumped back, leaning heavily against her desk, running a frantic hand through her short hair. “Does it matter?” Alex muttered defeatedly, brown eyes filled with pity and sympathy as she stared up into Kara’s eyes.
“Of course it fucking matters,” Kara snapped in outrage before she had a chance to stop and think , “because it’s not me!”
The admission hung heavy and rotting between them. It wasn’t a revelation to either of them, though the fact that the intensity of Kara’s feelings hadn’t dampened despite the separation of half a decade was.
“Kara…” Alex breathed, standing back up and moving towards the blonde with the obvious intent of hugging her.
“I should get back to CatCo.” Kara mumbled, cheeks a fiery red with shame. She stepped hurriedly away from her sister and was already halfway out the door before she halted, turning back to call out a sad yet sincere. “Thanks for telling me.”
Xxx
“I genuinely don’t get why you love these films so much.” Lena remarked, hands cupping her just made cup of cocoa, nose adorably scrunched up as she snuggled back down on the sofa beside Kara, who didn’t hesitate to wrap an arm around her best friend’s shoulders.
“They’re sweet and romantic.” Kara replied with a happy sigh, turning to nuzzle into the side of Lena’s head for a fleeting moment as the film’s lead started her joyful march down the aisle. “It makes me hopeful.”
“Hopeful?” Lena repeated curiously, leaning away slightly so she could meet Kara’s blue eyes.
Kara shrugged, ducking her head bashfully, “It’s stupid.”
“Hey,” Lena murmured gently, freeing a hand from her mug so that she could interlace her warmed fingers with Kara’s, “you could never be stupid, especially not about something like this.” Her best friend asserted, before asking seriously, “You want the classic big white wedding?”
“Uh…” Kara blushed, cheeks pinking as her mind struggled to kick into gear.
She didn’t know how to tell Lena that the reason she loved weddings more than any other event is because they so closely resembled Kryptonian Bonding ceremonies. That the exchanging of rings, polished everlasting metal, reminded her of wonderfully crafted bracelets clasped on wrists. That it was an occasion for family to join together across generations, for the rare flashes of art and music on Krypton to take centre stage over cold science.
She didn’t know how to tell Lena that after being alone, abandoned and lost - ripped away from her home in the cruelest of ways - that the idea of belonging to someone else, of having a home in someone else regardless of time or location was what Kara wanted more than anything else.
She didn’t know how to tell Lena because it would require admitting the truth of who she really was, it would require taking accountability for years of lies.
She didn’t know how to tell Lena without losing her forever.
“Yeah.” Kara coughed awkwardly, “I want the whole thing. Beautiful dress, surrounded by family… the love of my life at the end of the aisle. Everything.” She shot Lena a side-long glance, “I’m guessing you don’t?”
“Never really been my thing,” Lena admitted readily and Kara’s heart twisted at how Lena didn’t hesitate to bare herself, how she gave all of herself when it could be argued that Kara - at best - only gave half, “probably because I can’t imagine I have enough people in my life to invite and feel ‘surrounded’.” Lena pursed her lips thoughtfully, “I also don’t get the need for the spectacle. Just the idea that there’s someone out there that would want to…” Kara watched her best friend deflate, expression wistful and pained, “be with me, love me like that… that’s more than enough.”
Kara’s eyes stung with barely suppressed tears at how little Lena thought of herself. Whoever had the privilege of marrying her best friend would be the single luckiest and most fortunate person in the universe and Kara wished Lena knew that, wished she believed it. But when she opened her mouth to say it, to proclaim it, her breath faltered and her courage abandoned her… like it always did with the youngest Luthor.
“So no white dress?” Kara muttered instead, voice meek and lacking the lightheartedness that should have carried the question.
It didn’t matter, though, Lena let out a quick exhale that resembled something on the edge of laughter. Kara’s escalating heart rate settled at that, however, it did little to alleviate the pang of regret that was steadily accompanying all her interactions with the CEO.
“Well, I guess I could be convinced by someone special.” Lena teased, shooting Kara an overtly salacious wink that wouldn’t - on the surface - be considered genuine.
“Anyone that marries you will have to be special.” Kara replied, the statement tumbling out instantly.
It wasn’t the heartfelt confession that Kara wished it to be and it wasn’t quite light enough to be dismissed as a friendly reassurance. Instead, it was yet another thing that fell into the ethereal greyness that lied between them, something to tuck away and think back on late at night when they tried to work out if the other meant it the way they wished they did.
“Yeah?” Lena whispered, piercing green eyes studying Kara’s face closely.
Kara swallowed thickly, “Yeah.”
Xxx
Lena found out less than six weeks after that movie night. They defeated Lex and Kara had been on the edge of breathing easy, of being able to simply relax back into her life when it all came crashing down.
They had been at Games Night and Kara had been antsy, waiting for her best friend to arrive. The thought of pulling Lena into a hug had been what she had been looking forward to most all day.
Kara was at peace, laughing and drinking with her friends - her family - when Lena had arrived. Kara had beamed up at her immediately and for a second Lena’s entrancing green eyes lit up in return before turning dark and distant.
Kara’s smile faltered, crinkle appearing between her brows when-
The wine bottle smashed into the wall behind Kara’s head.
Deathly silence fell over the area.
Kara looked into hollow, emptied out versions of her favourite green. She would have preferred anger, fury, rage… the defeated nothingness staring back at the Kryptonian was far worse.
Lena turned and left, grinding Kara’s heart to dust and taking the sand particles left with her.
She knew.
She knew because Lex had told her.
She knew because she had gone to stop her brother, intent on saving the world like always only to find out that those she was saving the world for didn’t view her as their equal. That the people she treated as family had kept her on the outskirts. That her best friend had lied, had manipulated, had-
xxx
It was Lois that found out everything from Lena.
When the fallout had happened, as Kara and the Superfriends realised what they had lost, the blonde hero sent notice to her cousin that his identity was probably known as well (mostly because she remembered how hurt she had been when Kal shared her secret without her consent). Kal and Lois had arrived almost immediately, frantic and terrified (especially with baby Jon to consider) at the concept of a Luthor knowing their identity.
Kara, joined by all the Superfriends, quickly put their minds to rest, sharing Lena’s actions from before, her dependability, kindness and inherent goodness. Kal and Lois were convinced their secret was safe but they were horrified to hear how Lena had been isolated and kept at arms length after her considerable good deeds. Alex and the others had squirmed uncomfortably and tried to weakly talk around their hesitancy.
Kal and Lois had simply looked at Kara for an explanation but she had none. Yet again the words would not come.
It was Lois, therefore, that had sought out the youngest Luthor and through her incredible tenacity was able to gain access where everyone else was rebuffed and harshly rejected.
It was Lois that comforted Lena, gave her support and sympathy.
It was Lois that relayed Lena’s demand that they give her space.
It was Lois that suggested Lena return to Metropolis - presenting it as a way to celebrate how L-Corp, after Lena’s repeated sacrifices and heroism, was fully rehabilitated and ready to reclaim its once home.
It was Lois that encouraged Lena and Kal to work together becoming an unstoppable force that Kara and Lena had always danced on the precipice of.
A Luthor and a Super. Saving the world.
xxx
Kara did as asked. Gave Lena space. Or at least the semblance of space.
She checked in constantly, hovered nearby throughout the days and nights leading upto L-Corp’s departure and Lena along with it. She followed Lena’s jet to Metropolis, a sentinel ensuring safe passage.
She kept her distance for three months. Three months of stony silence before she broke.
Snapped, more like.
Landing on Lena’s new balcony in Metropolis that had been specially built for Superman this time - not for her, though Kara, at the time, had hoped that she had been considered consciously or unconsciously as well.
Kara couldn’t remember the exact words.
She remembered crying from beginning to end.
Remembered ‘I loved you’ - past tense.
Remembered finally breaking through Lena’s cold, hardened shell to the raw, bleeding wound hidden underneath and regretting it almost immediately.
Remembered how seeing Lena’s agony was worse than kryptonite, worse than watching Krypton burn…
Remembered Lena saying she needed time to heal, for Kara to stop hovering nearby - because she knew, she sensed Kara’s presence even without seeing her once - and to give her time to stop thinking of Kara and feeling only pain when she did so.
Remembered promising to do just that.
Remembered a timer starting to count in her head - the seconds that she would be condemned to purgatory.
Remembered the hope that just refused to go out - the hope that whispered give it time, give it time, give it time with every beat of her heart.
Remembered thinking that given enough time Lena would reach out and they would get the chance that Kara had almost destroyed for them.
Remembered flying zig-zagged and dangerous to Alex where her endless stream of tears returned to full flow as she sobbed into her sister’s shoulder using words and phrases like ‘heartbroken’ and ‘I love her’ and ‘I can’t survive this pain’ and ‘what do I do?’ and ‘I can’t breathe’.
Remembered a hollowed out shell of Kara Danvers moving through the motions for a year, for two, three, four… five...
Remembered taking up drinking to excess whenever she saw Lena’s life flourish and grow - not because she didn’t want Lena to be happy, that was what Kara wanted and wished for more than anything - because she wasn’t there with her for those life-changing events.
Remembered Alex and Kelly’s worries growing with each occurrence, intervening more and more to such a degree that they encouraged Kara to consider AA meetings - she did eventually, and found destroying entire junkyards to be a healthier coping mechanism, external destruction rather than internal.
Remembered Brainy at the behest of Alex, setting up Kara’s phone and computer to prevent searching for any keywords affiliated to Lena and to alert Alex if Kara ever managed to stumble upon a news article.
Remembered listening to Kal and Lois skipping large parts of stories where it was clear that Lena was involved - it was nice in some way to know Lena was getting the credit she deserved, but it hurt when Kal’s stories started to involve gaps at Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year (events that made Kara’s loneliness even more acute and her longing intensify).
Remembered her life without Lena.
Remembered regret and guilt and loss.
Remembered-
“She’s getting married.”
xxx
Kara shouldn’t have been there. Shouldn’t be anywhere in the vaguest vicinity of where she currently was.
The bride was dressed in a simple silky white shift, sipping intermittently from her champagne glass as she stared contemplatively up at the designer white dress hanging off the door in front of her. Raven locks were pinned up, so tight and intricate that it made Kara wince sympathetically at how it must tug and pinch at the bride’s scalp - she’d always preferred it down, loose and curling… soft and inviting. The bride’s make-up was artistic with a dramatic edge that would captivate but made her look… not like herself in Kara’s opinion.
Or maybe after five years it made Lena look more like herself - the version of herself she had become once free of Kara and all the pain she brought into her life.
She was hovering outside the dressing room window, trying to work out how far she was willing to take this. If it would be better to leave without saying anything, to try and leave some part of Lena’s life unspoiled.
It was the fear that she had always given into when she was best friends with Lena that made her decision for her. Like speaking her truth and learning to ask for what she wanted - Kara had also promised herself that she would never allow that bone deep fear to stop her ever again.
The window was open and it was as good an invite as Kara was ever going to get.
“Lena?”
The beautiful bride-to-be jerked in her place, champagne glass nearly tumbling to the floor but saved at the last second.
She didn’t turn around for a beat… then two…
Kara was just about to escape back through the window when Lena exhaled slowly and pivoted round to meet her.
“Kara?” Lena breathed out, green eyes closed off and wary.
The kryptonian studied the love of her life for a moment, taking in every little detail - soaking it all up as if accepting that this would be the last time she might ever get to see it again. That the timer that had counted past five years would stop after this moment, the hope powering it gone forever.
“Don’t marry them, please.” Kara requested, no flowery language, no build up. Just the honest truth.
“What?” Lena’s jaw dropped and the champagne glass didn’t survive the second shock, crashing to the ground - released by trembling fingers.
“Don’t marry them.” Kara repeated, uncaring of how the carpet below them soaked up the amber liquid.
Lena’s expression flitted through an array of emotions before settling on indignant rage, “And why the hell not?!”
Kara didn’t flinch, didn’t retreat, instead she stood taller, the crest of her super suit catching the early afternoon light. “Because it should have been me. It still should be me.”
Lena scoffed in disbelief, “You can’t be serious. Now? You’re doing this now?”
Kara pursed her lips, fighting back the regret that always came with the reminders of countless missed opportunities. “Yes.”
The straightforwardness of Kara’s answers seemed to be throwing Lena, leaving her wrong-footed, clearly expecting the blonde to talk around and hint and imply like she used to.
But Kara had learnt. (The lesson had been too painful not to.)
“You had years, Kara!” Lena argued, “Years where I…. I threw myself at you. Practically begged you to love me… to trust me…”
“I know.” Kara replied sadly, wanting desperately to reach out when Lena’s pretty green eyes began to glisten with unshed tears. “I know. But I’m here now.”
“I don’t want you to be.” Lena muttered, arms crossed over her chest and head ducked downwards to hide her expression.
“I know that too.” Kara assured, fingers twitching with the desire to make contact, to comfort and coax - even after all these years her body remembered, the pathways of hardwired instinct related to her best friend were still there, still active even if temporarily closed for service.
“Then why are you here?” Lena murmured, voice barely above a whisper.
“Because I’m in love with you.”
Lena’s head snapped up at that, green eyes like saucers.
Kara’s single biggest regret was that she had never said those words to Lena before, had alluded and pointed at them during their final interaction but had never outright said them. And Lena had deserved to hear them then and deserved to hear them now to forever vanquish the doubts that had always been with her.
“Because I’m in love with you and we didn’t get our chance.” Kara affirmed, taking a half step closer to the bride, her red heeled boots and Lena’s bare feet meaning the younger woman had to tip her head ever so slightly back to maintain eye contact. “We didn’t get our chance because of me. Because I was afraid, I was so afraid of losing you. Of doing even the slightest thing that could mean you weren’t in my life. And in the end every action I took out of fear of losing you ensured just that. I’ve spent five years without you, Lena, and I can’t bear a single day more.”
“Kara,” Lena whispered, “I’m getting married.”
“I know.” Kara smiled sadly before adding, “Don’t.”
“What are you suggesting? Seriously?” Lena sighed, shaking her head mournfully and Kara knew she was losing her then.
“I’m suggesting that we have our chance now before it's gone forever.”
Gathering the small amount of courage Kara had left, she tentatively let her hands nudge forwards, brushing against Lena’s cool, pale fingers. That small contact was everything. Made it easier to breathe, made the colours of the world more vibrant, made everything just more.
“I let fear hold me back from the person that made me happiest in the entire universe and I won’t let it hold me back again.”
“Kara…” Lena whimpered, glancing back over her shoulder at the closed door that her wedding dress was displayed on, though she didn’t pull her hand away from Kara’s touch, didn’t flinch or retreat.
“Do it.” Kara pleaded, stepping across that final slither of distance between them, her forehead leaning forward to rest gently against the side of Lena’s, “Take a chance, I’m begging you. You don’t want to spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been.”
Lena inhaled shakily, head returning to forward facing - foreheads pressed against one another, breathing in the same air - and then… and then…
Lena’s hands slipped fully into Kara’s, fingers intertwining together.
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A Mate's Call || VMIN-OC (1)
Genre: f, s, a
Pairing: Human!Taehyung × Alpha!Jimin × Alpha!Saie (OC @mintaes )
Warnings: little space, puppy space. memberxmemberxOC
Summary: Taehyung finally finds his safe place.
-> M.list
It had been a long day at work, and she wanted nothing but to crawl back inside her bed and sleep the weekend away. But on reaching home, she remembers Jimin is away again, which means a cold bed and that makes her feel even more miserable. After taking a bath, she decides to call her boyfriend, knowing he'd be awake considering the time difference. Waiting for his face to pop up on her screen, she sits with bleary eyes. "Jiminie... I miss you!" She says as soon as he answers the call.
“Hey baby, nice to see you too.” Jimin mocks, laying down on his bed with a pillow under his chest.
“I miss you too.” Jimin said, looking at you with admiration in his eyes. He could not wait to get back home to you, his precious mate. “How was your day?” Jimin asked, closing his tired eyes for a moment. He wished that he could see your face every time he closed his eyes, but the only thing he could see were all the papers he went through last night.
"I'm sorry. I just—" She quickly wipes at her tears, looking at his puffy morning face fondly. "My day was okay. Just had a couple of meetings about the merger. The legal team loves breaking my head over it." She sighs in frustration, blinking her tears away. "How was your week? It's only Friday morning for you, right?" Carefully taking in his tired features, she sighs sadly. "You need to take better care of yourself, honey. I miss you so much... home doesn't feel it without you here."
“I will, Jagi-ya, but hear me out. I thought about it and I know how stubborn you can be and having pups now it's not an option. So…. How about we adopt one?” He suggests, rubbing his tired eyes. Jimin thought about it for a long time, long enough to find a website and meet a boy. He was born the same year as Jimin, did not know his parents, and was in a shelter with two friends.
“Not a real dog, of course, nor a baby. I found a website, where you can adopt one who's a Little with puppy space.” He explained, tapping on his phone to find the link.
"Adopt?" She sniffles softly, looking at him more clearly to see if he was being serious. It was true she wanted to have his pups, feed them and spoil them with love. But will it be the same way with someone adopted? "I don't know, Jimin... Are you sure? I know I crib about being lonely whenever you're away. I want your pups so I can have a piece of you with me all the time, nurse them and love them. Will adopting one be the same? What if you don't bond with them after you come back?"
“No, Jagi! What I meant was to adopt a human. You know how other packs treat them, why don't we save one? Your Alpha will have someone to take care of, and he is an adult, but we all know that he was trained to be a good pet for werewolves.” Jimin said, feeling sorry for all the young humans who are fighting for their lives right now. “I’ve already found a boy who was forced to be, act like a puppy.”
Her heart instantly clenches at his words. It was true, some of her kind were sick enough to treat humans like that. "A human? Like a rescue?" She asks Jimin softly, thinking about it. But the wolf in her was already yipping inside to say yes. They'll no longer be lonely, even if their mate wasn't around. They will have someone to take care of like their own pup. "I guess, yes... You know this boy too, so your wolf will be okay with him around. When do you think I can go bring him home?"
“I’ve already talked to him through a website and I asked him to send me a picture. He's so skinny, Jagi.” He whined, trying to forget about it. Even though Jimin has transferred some money onto the boy’s account, Jimin first had to create for him, he had no idea if the pup bought himself something to eat. “I will send you his picture in a bit. He's gorgeous and sweet.” He said, looking for the picture he mentioned early. “His name is Taehyung.”
She instantly wants to get rid of the look of distress on her mate's face even if he was miles away. Looking at the picture, she felt her own wolf whine at how skinny the boy looked. "He's so cute. But looks weak... oh, poor baby!" It was out of instinct she calls Taehyung her baby, her mind already made up and her hands yearning to hold him. "We must adopt him, Jiminie. I want to give him a safe home and everything he ever wants. I'll go bring him home immediately!" She tells him eagerly.
“I am sending the link right now. Youu can talk to him there. Also could you ask our friends if they don't want to addpt one too? Taehyung told me about his best friend, he is looking for a home as well.“ Jimin shared all the information he had, eyes focused on the small screen so he won't miss his wife's reaction. “It sounds bad, awful even, but I've already bought him. You just need to go pick him up. Address is on the website.” He says after a few minutes of silence on the line, his wolf growling at the choice of words.
She quickly notes the address down, the word 'bought' not sitting well with her. But she was glad she had such an amazing mate who cared about everyone else. "I will. I'll let the entire pack know so someone can adopt his best friend too. You did well, Jimin. I'll go pick him up now and call you later once he's settled in." She smiles at him softly. "You should rest for a little while longer, go sleep. I love you!" She tells him, blowing a kiss at her phone screen.
“I have a day off, so call me as soon as you are back with him. Oh and tell him that we will help his friend. Love you!”Jimin said before ending the call. He swapped his thumb across the screen, going through the pictures of Taehyung that the adoption center has uploaded few months ago. He was handsome but in Jimin's eyes he was more like pretty than handsome. The round, chocolate brown eyes and the pouty lips he could spent hours on kissing.
Jimin sit up quickly, sobering from his daydream. He did not mean it, he could not. Or could he?
She nods her head at his words waving him goodbye before going to pull her coat back on again while texting the number Jimin gave her. 'Text: Hi Taehyung, this is Jimin's mate. He just told me about you and I'm on my way to pick you up. I can't wait to meet you.' She sends it and starts the car, switching on the navigation to lead her to the address. It was one of those shelters where they sell rescued humans. She stops the car and heads in, asking for Taehyung at the front desk.
“Wait here, I will get him for you.” The employee said, with a fake smile one her face. She was a beta, and usually wolves like her end up working in such place. It was easy to tell that she has no pack nor mate. Mateless, lonely wolf. It happens more often lately, that young people can not find thier other half
“Are you at the shelter now?” Jimin asked via text message. “I'm so excited even though, I will meet him in a few weeks :(”
-> Part 2
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Trainers
Owen Grady x Reader
Summary: You are the trainer of the Mosasaurus, you have been working with her since she was a tiny little thing. So, you don’t appreciate when another trainer is asked to check on the work you have been doing.
You understood that Claire wanted results. But they never understood that a creature such as a dinosaur is not as easy to train as a dog. Nevertheless, when the owner of the park specifically asked for you to be the caretaker of the Mosasaurus, you just knew you had to accept. Being a well respected Marine Biologist in your field, you loved the different challenge this would bring. Although you had to do a lot of studying. You would normally focus on a lot of species, so only having to deal with one animal was quite different.
When you first saw her, you knew, you understood just how special she really was and you fell in love with the tiny being. Well, back then she was the size of an alligator, but then she grew into her normal size. She got huge. Even her tank spoke to itself.
Momo was chosen to do one of trick for the public. To eat a shark from a hook, splashing water onto the crowd. You knew she wasn’t a circus animal. You understood that, but since you two spent so much time together, a bond formed between you two. And you were more than surprised when she listened to you.
One late night you were sitting by her tank, looking at her as she swam around. This was all she knew, the water, the hook and you. You often went to the Underwater Observatory where you can look into her tank through the glass. You spoke to her days on end as you just sat there after you finished with your work for the day.
And one day, it happened.
Just like a dolphin show, you were talking and motioning around and when you moved your hand up as an expression, she jumped out of the water. The very first instant this happened, you didn’t pay much mind to it, thinking it was a coincidence. But then she did it again and again. Just as you lifted your hand up each time.
Progress.
Of course, you were to report every incident, but you chose not to tell them about this new revelation. You were afraid they will exploit her for money even more.
So, as you never reported any progress, Claire decided to send another trainer in.
Owen Grady.
He was supposed to look at your work for a month. You hated being supervised like that.
“Mr. Grady, nice to meet you, my name is Y/N Y/L/N. I’m Momo’s caretaker.”
“Please just call me Owen. To be honest I’m as happy to be here as you are. I’d rather be with my girls, so please just give me a quick run through, so I can leave.”
“Okay...But, Owen. Claire said that you are to watch me for a month.”
“A MONTH? She didn’t mention that to me. Or I wasn’t listening. Probably the latter.” he made you laugh a little. Maybe it was better that he was the one who was sent and not some uptight ass.
“Alright. So, it’s hard to miss her tank, or her. She eats a lot. There are public feedings, every two hour she gets a shark. I have been with her since she was born. Little thing she was. She is very stubborn, but I did hand feed her in her early years. She gave me a lovely scar too. From my wrist to my pinky on my left hand.” you showed him the scar. “Silly mistake. But I learned from it.”
“Do you talk to her?”
“I do. Steve thinks I’m mental, since she is under water, she wouldn’t hear. But I like to think that she somehow feels that I talk to her you know?”
He nodded and looked around, then up. He noticed a long walking platform way up high.
“What’s that?” you looked up where he was looking.
“That is the new idea. Guests would be able to go up there and watch her from there. But they are not sure if she can jump that high, so it’s still not very safe. Although I told them that she wouldn’t be able to, they want to be safe. We can go up if you want to.”
You hated being up there, your fear of heights didn’t help you either.
“You okay there?” Owen asked as he watched you taking deep breaths and your hands gripping the railing.
“No. I hate it up here.”
“Then why did you suggest to come up?” he laughed.
“I don’t know. It was silly. Can you see her?”
“Yes. She is...swimming. Shockingly. She is 84 feet long and she weights over 30,000 lbs, when the last time we checked. She is rather calm. Prefers to swim around and eats when she is supposed to. She is not socialized with other dinos, considering that the majority would drown in her enclosure. Can we go down now, please?”
Owen stood there, looking at the huge water monster swimming right below him. Then he looked up at you, and gave you a nod.
***
Owen has been working with you for the last week. He gave many ideas on what to do and how to earn their trust.
You also didn’t fail to notice how muscular and handsome he was.
Each morning he arrived on his bike, looking sexy as can be. And every day he observed you. He watched as you said hi to her every morning, said how you liked to make sure her food was correctly prepared. It was obvious for him that you cared about the Mosasaurus very much.
Owen wasn’t sure what else they wanted from the dino himself, He knew they created her as an amusement for viewers as a feeding show and nothing more. So, then why did Claire wanted him to come here and watch over you. As far as he was concerned, this particular dino wasn’t even the need of a caretaker. She just swam around and ate sharks as an attraction. He suspected there was something more behind the story he had been told.
Owen admittedly loved the Underwater Observatory. It was cool down there, not only the weather, but they you can look into the enclosure and watch the majestic beast.
He also took a liking to it’s trainer. Even if he wasn’t sure what you were training the dino to do.
“How about tomorrow you come over to the raptors? I can show them off for you like you did with Momo.” Owen came up with the idea on his second week during lunch time.
“Oh, sure. I would like to.” Little did he know that you showed the very least to him.
During his two weeks, Owen and you formed some kind of friendship. You would be lying if you said that you didn’t like him, even if you knew about the rumors about his dating methods. But he never once hinted on anything with you. Or you just didn’t notice. Which was also a possibility, you were quite oblivious with men.
So, the next day after making sure that Momo was all set and healthy, we headed to the raptors.
Although I wasn’t that interested in land species, his four girls amazed you.
“Wow. they listen to you so well.” you said smiling at him as you watched the four inside the paddock.
Owen looked very proud of himself.
You spent all day at the velociraptor paddock. Owen told you about the plans that they had. And it was exactly what you feared would happen to your girl.
Exploiting them for military or personal gain.
The thought disgusted you.
These were amazing creatures. In your opinion you should be learning from them, and not using them for war.
In the evening, everyone has left, you and Owen were still at the raptors’ paddock. You looked down at them running around.
“I don’t want Momo to have the same fate. Military? Really? That’s what we are doing now? These creatures are amazing, beautiful. Even the fact that we keep them on display is rather disgusting let alone using them as weapons.”
“I agree with you. But I can also see how they would be able to save many lives. Men and women.”
“But they will never be able to control them like that. Not by their own free will. It takes time. You have known them since they were little. Momo is... she is basically an attraction to them, nothing more. They wanted me to each her tricks. Like she was a fucking pony. Jumping through loops and whatnot. And when I refused, they threatened to throw me out. So, I had to come up with something. Telling them that she is not able to do such things. Even if it’s a lie.” you eyes widened at what you just said. You just confessed your greatest secret.
“What do you mean lie? So, she can jump?” you panicked a little but his calm demeanor helped you a little.
“S-She can. Not as high as those railings go but...She can. Oh, Owen, please don’t tell Claire. They will make her into a complete circus animal, more than she already is.” you didn’t even realize but you were so desperate that you grabbed his forearm, pleading with him.
“I won’t. I promise. I decided on my second day over there that I will tell her that you are taking a good care of her and that a Mosasaurus is not a dolphin you can teach tricks to. But I’m clearly wrong. Could you show me?”
You were soon standing by her tank. Owen looked down at the water.
“I never understood. If she can get the shark from there, why doesn’t she jump out to get the guests?”
“Well, one, they are too small, so she is not interested and two, her species main food source comes from the water or from above such as flying dinosaurs. But as you can see her water is lower than the path, they made this safe so she wouldn’t jump out and eat guests.”
“I see. So how does this work? I don’t guess that you whistle to her.” Owen said as he stood next to you.
“No. I just...” it was easier to show him, so you reached your hand out as far as you could before moving it up.
And just as you did, she jumped out of the water and back in, as elegantly as a dino of her size possibly could.
“Wow.” Owen watched as the water splashed neither of you cared that you were soaked.
“One night. I was talking to her. And as I moved my hand, she started doing things. She can also spin, but that looked better down under the water.”
“She listens to you.”
“I like to think that if I was to fall into the water one day, she won’t eat me immediately, but I might be too naïve.” Owen looked at you and all he could think is how beautiful you looked.
“This really is something else. You must have an amazing bond.” you smiled at Owen who got your now soaked wet hair out of your face. He slowly leaned down and was about to place his lips on yours when another sudden splash of water interrupted him. He groaned and as he looked down at the water noticed Momo slowly descending into the water.
You only laughed at the annoyed expression on Owen’s face.
“Maybe take me on a date first, Mr. Grady, I think then she will approve.” you said as he finally looked back at you.
His eyes softened.
Maybe you will thank Claire later for sending Owen over. Who could have thought that two trainers would find each other on an island like that?
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Family Reunions- George Weasley
Three years imagining a life together
Love your family more than we loved each other
I said I’d keep in touch and I did
But the more we keep in touch, the more I miss him
The second she enters her small flat she can feel her entire world shatter around her. Leaning her back against the door as she sinks to the ground, head dropping into her hands as she wipes furiously at her eyes, trying to push the tears back in.
Once a week she had attended dinner at the burrow, it was nice, good to see Molly and Arthur and whichever kids were around, of course George was never there, the date marked in his calendar in a red pen reminder to not go home that day. To sleep and eat at the flat.
The family had been heartbroken to hear that he had broken up with his girlfriend, after the war he had committed all his time to helping Fred. His twin needed every last bit of his attention, helping with his physical therapy and his dwindling mental state and so George's relationship had taken a back seat. She hadn't minded, in fact she had understood, she even committed herself to helping too.
But a year after George decided to call things off, Fred was better, he was walking and he was happier and he was working again. It was the perfect time for him to focus on his relationship, after all the girl had proven herself time and time again. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. Maybe it was that he felt like he needed a minute alone.
Maybe it was the feeling that she was so much better than him. Maybe it was his mother's constant talks of rings and weddings. He wasn't quite sure but all of a sudden he felt like he was suffocating.
He sat her down in his bedroom in the flat. Explained that she wasn't the one and it didn't feel right anymore. He had watched as she cried and had attempted to comfort her only for her to push him away, fleeing his flat leaving a baffled Fred on the living room sofa, television on in front of him, wondering why the girl who may as well be a sister just left the flat in floods of tears.
George still visions his mother's face when he closes his eyes, the look on her face when he told her he ended his relationship. He remembers her disappointment. He remembers his brothers shock. He remembers his dad's sad sigh. He remembers his sister's passionate rant about how he never deserved her anyway.
As the girl cries on her hallway floor she vows that she will stop. Stop seeing the Weasley's. Not because she doesn't love them with every fibre of her being but because she couldn't handle the heart break. Couldn't keep sitting at their dinner table without his hand on her knee. Couldn't keep sitting on the swing set without him laughing and pushing her. Couldn't keep helping Molly clean plates without him sat on the counter teasing her.
Tell your sister if she hears from her ex
I can’t be the one that she calls
And as much as I love talks with your dad
I need him to leave me alone
Cause I can’t find the words to express
The way that I wish I was the one
But friends don’t bring friends to family reunions
Her resolve to stop seeing the Weasley's was gone by the next morning.
She woke up to a missed call from Charlie and called back, chattering away about his upcoming trip home as she got ready.
She arrived at her job at the ministry and met up with Hermione for coffee, deciding that when she eventually cut her ties she would keep Hermione. The girl was like a younger sister, although so was Ginny, but she figured one last tie to the family, someone to hear their news from would do no harm.
Arthur knocked on her office door in his lunch break, bringing with him sandwiches made by Molly and asking her to eat with him and she didn't have the heart to say no, so instead they ate in her office and talked merrily about the infestation of singing sunglasses he was dealing with today.
As she left her office she received a phone call from Ginny, who ranted about how annoying Harry was being and how now she had graduated and was training she felt like she had no time to focus on her relationship.
It was after she assured the girl that her and Harry were meant to be as she walked through the Leaky Cauldron she knew what she had to do.
She got a flat above a bookshop on Diagon Alley simply to be near George and now everyday, walking past his store, felt like torture. She hadn't been in the store, she'd avoided it like the plague even when Fred asked her to come and hang out with him and George wasn't working. So as she walked into the atmospheric shop her heart felt like it was sinking in her chest.
"Hey sweetheart, you all okay?" Fred asks with a bright grin, he's leaning on his cane for support and eyeing the door.
She could cry looking at him. Not just because he looks identical to the man who fell out of love with her and she still pined desperately for. No. Today the tears she blinks back are practically grief, she knew that, realistically, she would see Fred around, but she wouldn't be able to call him a friend anymore.
"I uh- could I speak to George?" she questions, Fred smiles gently, noticing her pained tone.
"Yeah, of course, you can go on up," he assures. She nods shooting him a small smile, but pauses on the stairs.
"Hey Freddie,"
"Yeah,"
"I want you to know that I am really proud of you, of the shop and of how much better you are and I mean when I first met you who'd have thought you'd end up here. I just-well I love you and I am really proud," She blinks back tears as she speaks, almost wishing she would get a chance to say a goodbye to all the Weasley's.
Fred smiles gently, somewhere in him he can tell, tell that this is goodbye and he's about to loose a friend.
"I love you too sweetheart, just remember no matter what that I am always going to be here for you,"
They share eye contact for a moment, both knowing and not saying it. Fred understood, he can only imagine how hard it must be to still be a part of his family's lives after George. He knew the girl in front of him loved his twin brother more than anything, he knew that deep down George loved her just as much, and yet here Fred stands, a silent goodbye hanging in the air.
Phone calls
Sweet notes
All the little things I used to love
Now they just remind me that I was never enough
We said we’d keep in touch and I tried
But the more we keep in touch, the less I move on in life
"Hey George," she speaks quietly, standing in the hallway of his flat as he stands staring at her shock.
It's been a month since he saw her and his heart leaps at the sight of her, at her standing there with a small smile and teary eyes and a pencil skirt and blazer and messy hair and she's just her. She is her and it's everything he's been missing. He wonders as he stares at her how he ever thought that she wasn't the one. That she wasn't perfect. That she wasn't made for him.
Her own eyes are wide, seeing him sparking something in her that she didn't even know existed. He's shirtless, a white towel wrapped around his hips and his hair damp from the shower he just clearly had. Her eyes scan his toned chest, his broad shoulders, the light sprinkles of freckles. His scent, his cinnamon body wash, is so strong that it practically invades her body and she could scream and cry and all she wants is to kiss him.
"Oh-shit-hi. Is everything alright?" He's worried to see her, had someone died? Was she okay? Merlin, he wanted her to be happy more than anything in the world.
"Hey," she speaks quietly, backing a way a little when he tries to move closer, not wanting to be close enough that she could reach out and touch him.
"You said that already," he teases gently, testing the waters.
"I'm sorry- I-" she cuts herself off, not sure how to say anything that she wants to
"Hey, it's okay. You're okay," he comforts her gently "Why don't you go sit down, I'll get dressed and come, just give me a minute," he offers, she nods her head slowly.
When he enters the living room it feels natural. Seeing her sat on his sofa waiting for him feels right. He thinks for a second about how it could all be different. How he could be in pyjamas and she could be in one of his shirts, how he would jump on her and laugh when she tells him he is squashing her, how he'd have held her as they watch a film and make-out and he'd cook for her and they'd drink wine and enjoy a blissful Friday evening, wrapped up in each other.
"You're all dressed up. Going anywhere nice?" she questions, eyes scanning his white dress shirt and jeans.
"The Italian, the one in Camden town,"
"With the little dog and the red wine?" she questions, George lets out a laugh at the memory of the time he took her there, it was a month after the war, thinking back it was probably the last time he took her out. He got so busy with Fred and the shop and she'd not been a priority when he knew she should have been, she never seemed to mind though.
"That's the one,"
"So, it's a date," she smiles gently, heart splintering in her chest
"Uh, yeah. Yeah it is," he confirms, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly
"That's great, do I know her?"
"Angelina," He admits quietly. She nods, forcing a smile.
"That's great George, I'm really happy for you. I'm sorry to disturb you-"
"No!" he cuts her off a little too eagerly, a little too happy to see her. "No, you are fine being here. I want to help with whatever is happening," he assures her
"Right, well I won't keep you long," she nods awkwardly
"Hush, none of that nonsense, take all the time you need," he reassures her, sitting down next to her on the sofa but keeping a respectful distance apart.
"So-well- I know that this is-" she cuts herself off with a sigh "Sorry, this is just...awkward,"
"Hey, it's just me. You can say anything," He moves his hand to place it gently on her knee, his heart stops at the way she gently pulls her leg away.
"I need you to tell your family to stop talking to me,"
"What?" he snaps, suddenly quite offended. "My family have been nothing but kind to you and-"
"Christ! it's not like that!" she gasps, he sighs
"Then what?"
"I can't be a part of their lives anymore. I know it sounds so selfish and I wish it was different but- George- I love your family. I really do. I just- being around them hurts. It kills me. It makes me want to just drop dead because every time I talk to them I think of you. Being in your house I can feel you and- I- it hurts. It hurts too much," She admits it in a tired whisper, George feels his heart break at the thought of her heartbroken because of him.
"Okay. I'll talk to them," he speaks quietly, she nods and stands.
"Goodbye George,"
"I'll see you around?" he asks quietly, the thought of this being it makes his heart hurt. When his family were stealing seeing him all the time it wasn't as bad, he always knew what was happening in her life. This, this was final.
"Yeah. Yeah maybe,"
Tell your sister if she hears from her ex
I can’t be the one that she calls
And as much as I’ll miss talks with your dad
I need him to leave me alone
Cause I can’t find the words to express
The way you don’t think I am the one
And friends don’t bring friends to family reunions
For the next six months George hears nothing. Without his family seeing her he has no idea how she is, if she's okay, if she's happier now. He lays up at night thinking about her and wishing he could turn back time.
She hears scraps, staying in touch with Hermione, she knows about Ron in depth, hears bits and pieces about the rest of the family. Too awkward to ask if George is okay, if he's happier without her, if he's with Angelina now.
Bill receives a card when his little girl is born but she doesn't pick up the phone when he calls her. Fred gets a text message when he finishes his physical therapy but when he replies it's left on delivered. Ginny swears up and down that she saw her in the stands of her first professional quidditch game but can't prove it.
So, with dread filling her body and curses at her nephew flying in her mind she enters Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. She's hoping to go unseen by the twins, they had staff now and maybe they would never have to find out her annoyingly loveable nephew wanted a reusable swamp for his 12th birthday and absolutely nothing else would do.
"Hello, welcome to Weasley's Wizard- oh, hi," George's voice sounds anxious when he snaps his head up to see her standing like a deer in the headlights in the almost empty shop.
"Hey,"
"Is everything alright?" George wonders if the way his mind automatically jumps to something awful having happened because of the war or because he can't think of any other reason after everything he put her through that she would want to be anywhere near him.
"It's Max's birthday next week," she announces
"Yeah. 12, right?" George questions with a lopsided grin. He adored her nephew, the kid as giggly and energetic and just like him and Fred were as kids. He also loved the way she was around kids.
"Yeah," she confirms, surprised he remembers. "He, uh, started school,"
"Made Gryffindor I'm sure," George smiles, it's the first genuine smile he's let out in weeks
"Yeah. The first thing he said when he saw me at Christmas was that I just had to tell uncle George, didn't shut up about you once. I didn't have the heart to tell him we broke up so..." she trails off.
"He's a good kid,"
"He is. Professor McGonogall isn't quite so set on him,"
"Nah, she always loves the trouble makers," George smirks
"That's true," She smiles gently "Anyway, so he wants a portable swamp and nothing else instead for his birthday, so," she trails off once more, gesturing to herself.
"Well of course," George grins, pushing himself off the front desk that he had been resting on and striding across the shop floor to grab one. He grabs a basket, walking around the floor and plucking any product he thinks the kid might like, even a few unreleased things from the back room before returning to where she is standing at the front till with a small smile on her face.
"George-" she starts, he shushes her immediately.
"I'll gift wrap them for you," he announces, placing the full basket on the till
"You don't have to that," she protests but he laughs
"Actually, I kinda do. You are the worst at wrapping gifts," he teases making her smile.
"You got me there," she admits
"Yeah. So, how've you been," He begins scanning products through the till and wrapping them with ease
"Uh good. I got a promotion-"
"Wow! that's fantastic, and so well deserved,"
"How would you know?" She blushes as she speaks, not looking at the boy
"I do read the paper y'know? What is it now 100 war criminals you have single handedly found," he bolsters, she'd always wanted to be an auror but becoming so high up that she reported directly to the minister and had a big fancy office was only in her wildest dreams until now.
"What about you? How's things?" she questions
"They're good. Shop's going great and Fred's only getting better by the day. Little Victorie is so perfect and yeah life is, well, it's good," He can't bring himself to say that as much as everything is perfect he can't find it in him to be happy without her by his side.
"And Angelina?"
"We decided we were way better as friends. You dating?"
"I'm married to the job," she shrugs, not wanting to say she doubted she would ever fall in love again without him.
"I get that," he nods, placing the pile of wrapped up parcels into bags. He physically laughs when she grabs her purse and begins to gather money
"Sweetheart, you're not paying for any of this. I only rang it through the till because we have to stock management,"
"George, that is so kind but I can-"
"Yes you can, if it makes you feel better stick my name on a couple of the tags alright?"
"I will, I promise that I will," she nods, taking the bags from his hand "Thank you,"
"No bother. Give Max my best, yeah?" He smiles, she nods and he watches as she leaves the store, his heart that he hadn't even realised was practically beaming dulls back down when she goes.
Tell your mom to stop sending me recipes she finds on the internet
And when your brother wins homecoming king
I won’t be there to witness it
And when you find the words to express the way you don’t think I am the one
And friends don’t bring friends to family reunions
If we’re just friends don’t bring friends to family reunions
"You busy?" Hermione leans in the doorway of her office
"I can make a couple minutes, what's up? We had coffee three days ago," she reminds as the brunette steps into the office, closing the door behind her and settling in the seat across the desk.
"I know and I wanted to ask then but I couldn't bring myself to it because I feel so bad asking," Hermione explains, twisting the diamond ring on her finger anxiously.
"'Mione, you can ask me anything. You know that if it's physically possible I'll do it," she assures, putting the papers she had been reading down to give her friend undivided attention.
"You're one of my best friends," Hermione states
"And you're one of mine," The girl nods, eyebrows furrowed in concern
"And when somebody does something big in their life they want their best friends there,"
"Hermione what ever you need I'm there. 100%"
"Big things like getting married. I'm getting married, you know that, I mean to say Ron and I have picked a date and it's four months away and we are getting married at the burrow in a marquee by the lake. I know it's a lot to ask of you. I mean it's not just some ex, it's George, and I know how hard it's been for you without him and I hate myself for asking. And it's not just seeing him it's being there, I mean you fell in love with him there and it's not just him it's all of them and I understand if you say no, but, I want you there," Hermione rambles
"Of course," She speaks without thinking, never would she not attend her friends wedding "Hermione, I would love nothing more than to be there,"
"Really?" Hermione beams
"Merlin, 'Mione did you think for a second I wouldn't come, it's your wedding,"
Love them like they are my own
But I don’t think I’ll ever move on
If you don’t , If you don't
It had been the most obvious thing in the world to say yes when Hermione asked, but now, standing in a stupid, but undeniably beautiful, pale blue bridesmaid dress she felt nervous. Hermione had insisted she had no obligation to see the Weasley's until the wedding day, she knew how her friends heart ached for not just George but the whole family, and wanted to make the whole thing as painless as possible.
But now, standing in the empty kitchen the morning of the wedding, the girl wondered how to breathe. She arrived by floo powder, already changed and ready like Hermione had instructed as she was getting ready with her muggle family.
She wasn't sure what she expected but it wasn't the empty, quiet room she was standing in.
She lets out a sigh, blinking back tears, the scent feeling like coming home.
"Sweetie, how are you?" She hadn't even realised Molly had entered the room from the back door until the familiar woman is pulling her into a hug.
"I'm okay, how are you?" she questions as Molly pulls away. If it were anyone else Molly would have rushed away, much too busy with preparations, but it wasn't. Molly loved the kids her children brought home in her life like her own, she missed the girl but understood that she needed space. One look at the tears in her eyes tells Molly that right now she needs to be here.
"I'm good. We are all good," Molly assures, gently guiding the girl to sit. "Now, tell me honestly, how are you?
"I'm just sorry," She admits, voice cracking and tears spilling onto her cheeks. "You must all hate me,"
"Sweetie, no one here hates you, not even for a second. We adore you," she assures, rubbing the girl's shoulder comfortingly
"All of you were always so welcoming and kind and then I just stop speaking to you all. I was so rude and I'm so sorry. Merlin, I didn't even tell you myself I made George do it,"
"None of that. You don't have to be sorry. We are the sorry ones. My son broke your heart and we were all wrapped up in loving you and wanting to be part of your life that we didn't stop to think how hard it would be for you. To be here and to talk to us. You needed to heal, no one is mad at you. We just miss you, and when or if you ever want to come back you will be welcomed with open arms," Molly assures her, grabbing a tissue to dab the girls cheeks dry.
"I missed you so much Molly," she sighs
"I missed you too dear, and I know George misses you,"
"I miss him. Every day I miss him,"
The moment is cut short when Charlie strides in through the front door "Thought I smelt trouble," He beams, wrapping his arms around the girl "Come help me with the daises, Hermione wants like a thousand and Perce is useless," He informs, an arm wrapped around her shoulder. She looks almost anxious and he rubs her shoulder gently "He's upstairs with Ron," he whispers gently
"You're welcome to go and speak to him if you'd rather," Molly informs, she wanted her son to be back with the girl more than anything.
"It's okay I'm happy to help,"
"Thank Merlin, I'd strangle Percy if you aren't there to stop me,"
Tell your sister if she hears from her ex
I can’t be the one that she calls
And as much as I’ll miss talks with your dad
I need him to leave me alone
Cause I can’t find words to express
The way that I wish I was the one
But friends don’t bring friends to family reunions
"I saw mum put you to work earlier," George's voice calls through the dark night air. She's sat in the tree house in the garden, the wedding a small distance away.
"I never mind," she shrugs as she watched him climb the ladder, he sits down next to her, legs dangling over the edge next to hers.
"Thought I'd find you here," He comments, he had built the tree house one summer when they couldn't get a minute alone. It was the first summer she spent there, between 4th and 5th year, she fell in love with him in that tree house.
"Just needed a minute," she sighs
"Yeah. It's beautiful but it's kind of a lot,"
"Weddings when you're depressingly single are often a lot," she shrugs, he chuckles at that.
"I have no clue how you are single," He comments, eyes trained on the starry sky above them
"Well, you dumped me so," she teases, a light laugh in her voice. He rolls his eyes, bumping his body to hers, for the first time since the breakup she doesn't move away from his touch. Not wanting to waste the opportunity but also not wanting to push her he settles for pressing his leg next to hers, her foot wraps around his leg holding him close to her without her even noticing, it's second nature, instinctive.
"I'm serious. You're so incredibly kind, and funny, and smart and good in bed," he adds the last one as a joke, laughing when she playfully swats his arm "and I mean, look at you right now, you're like a fucking goddess. You always are. How had no one swept you up?" He questions, and he means every word of it.
"Honestly?" she questions
"Always,"
"They've tried. I mean boys ask me out or try and get with me, but- I- well I never say yes, it's not fair to go on a date with someone when you're in love with someone else," She admits, she is staring straight ahead, not looking at him, so she misses the grin that brightens his face.
"That's why Angelina and I decided on friends," he admits, she hums in response not sure what to say. A comfortable silence falls over them, the sound of music from the party the only thing filling the air.
"You wanna dance?"he asks suddenly
"Sure," she agrees, he jumps down from the tree house, it's a little stupid but not unsafe and they've done it a thousand times before. She follows suit and his hands grab her waist to steady her when she stumbles a little in her heels.
He keeps his hands there, pulling her closer to him as hers wrap around his neck.
"Always thought you looked so good in blue," he admits as his thumb strokes her waist, the silky material soft under his grip. "Like a princess," he adds
"Always thought you looked so good in a suit," she grins, blushing a little as he twirls her around
"I miss you," he hums out, pulling her back closer this time, her head resting on his chest.
"I miss you," she returns.
"Y'know I never stopped loving you. Not even for a second. I regret it. More than anything," he's practically whispering and his heart stops when she stills in his arms.
"I can't do this," She whispers, tugging herself from his arms
"Darling-"
"No. George, I love you, more than anything. So I can't. It's your little brother's wedding and you are lonely and you are all mixed up and we haven't seen each other in so long and weddings, merlin weddings, they confuse everything and I can't. I can't do this one last night thing. I'm sorry,"
Before George can reply, can tell her that she's so far from right she's turned around and is speeding back towards the party.
Tell your mom to stop sending me recipes she finds on the internet
And when your brother wins homecoming king
I won’t be there to witness it
And when you find the words to express
That you don’t think I am the one
And friends don’t bring friends to family reunions
She pulls her apartment door open a week after the wedding, surprised to see George Weasley a determined look in his eyes and soaking wet from the rain.
"George,"
"Hi. I need to talk to you," he doesn't seem nervous, he seems like there's a fire in his belly, a determination, a purpose, a need.
"Oh, sure. Come in," She moves aside, letting him in. "The living area is at the end of the hall. I'll go grab a towel," she directs.
He looks around the living area, it's open plan to the kitchen and it's cosy. Full of pictures and little trinkets, it is fundamentally her and his he feels more at home there despite having never been before than he does in his own flat.
She re-enters, throwing a fluffy baby pink towel at George before heading into the kitchen, grabbing an extra mug having been in the process of making tea when he arrived, and fixing them both a tea how they like it.
"So, you wanted to talk?" she prompts, sitting crosslegged on the couch, her fuzzy pjs and messy hair so domestic and beautiful he would marry her on the spot to get to see her like that every day.
"You said that you didn't want to do one last night, well, I don't either. It wasn't wedding goggles making me look at you different. I am in love with you. So, in love with you that being without you makes it hard to breathe and I want you back, not just for a night but for the rest of my life," He thinks he should be nervous but he's not. It's her. He could never be nervous with her.
"George, that makes no sense why would you-"
"Listen, I have never felt good enough for you. The whole time I've known you it was like you were so above me and I could never be on your level, no matter what happened you were always perfect. You were, and are, too good for me,"
"George, I have never been-" she starts but he cuts her off
"I had to help Fred. He is my twin brother, my best friend. He nearly died and I was terrified. He was nearly crushed to death and I realised I could loose him, I could loose anyone I loved. That included you, obviously, and that's how it started. I was scared to be with you because if I lost you I couldn't cope. I couldn't survive. So I started pushing you away. But you. Merlin, you're so good that it didn't matter. I pushed you away and I was wrong to do that but you didn't waver for a second. It was my responsibility to help Fred. To go to physical therapy with him. To hold him when he cried. To be there no matter. I would have done it no matter what. But you. You didn't have to do that. But you did. You didn't complain. You didn't walk away. You helped fix Fred even when I was being crappy to you," He rants
"George, I loved you and I still do. I would have done anything you asked me to, I still would. But I didn't help Fred because of you. I didn't do it for you. Not cause I was too good. I helped Fred because he's been my friend since I was 11. I helped Fred for Fred. Not for you," She explains, George sighs.
"I know. I just was in this state right? I was scared to loose you and you've always been too good for me and I just didn't know what to do. Then, Fred was getting better, and I felt empty. I wanted Fred happy and healthy of course but I'd become so used to spending all my time trying to fix things, trying to keep everyone afloat. It felt like everything stopped. Like no one needed me. I became obsessed with things I could. I couldn't fix you, I couldn't fix us, because nothing needed fixing. You were so perfect for me that I didn't need to fix it. That scared me. The more I thought about it the more I realised if I lost you, no one could fix me, I couldn't loose you but I wasn't good enough for you. It had to be me. My terms. My breakup. It was stupid, but that was I hadn't lost you I'd given you up and that was better," he explains, tears flooding her cheeks as she suddenly understands everything that's been happening for the past months.
"Georgie, you never needed to be scared. I'm not going anywhere, I promise,"
"I know. I'm sorry that I hurt you,"
"George, I love you,"
"I love you darling, more than anything," he smiles
"So another go?" she questions timidly
"If you'll have me," he nods, she grins. Hands shoving his shoulder's back to lay against the sofa, knees on either side of his waist. Her lips touch his for the first time in months and it's like they can breathe again.
They lay side by side in her bed that night, bare skin pressed to each other, holding each other as tightly as humanly possible.
"Can we stay here all day tomorrow? I just wanna lay with you," she speaks tiredly, her head on his chest
"Ron and Hermione get home from the honeymoon tomorrow," George informs, she moves her head to look at him "We have a dinner thing, looking at the wedding pictures too,"he continues
"That'll be nice. You aren't leaving my bed till the very last minute though," she decides
"You should come," he prompts, giving her a squeeze
"You really think your family won't mind?"
"Please, they love you. They'll just be glad to see we are back together,"
"We could be going as friends," She teases, he rolls his eyes
"Not to a family reunion we couldn't. Besides, I have every intention to hold your hand and kiss you the whole night so they'll probably catch on. Aside from Percy, bless him, he's socially inept,"
If we’re just friends don’t bring friends to family reunions
If we’re just friends don’t bring friends to family reunions
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#george wealsey x reader#george weasley#george#george x reader#harry potter fanfiction#Harry Potter#weasley twins#weasley
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In The Dog House (a one shot)
Word Count: 4,628
Genre: Fluff, Humor, Smut
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Seokjin x f!Reader
Summary: You truly, truly hate your neighbor. He’s loud, distracting, and he spoils your dog. What will happen when you finally confront him???
Warnings: Language, unprotected sex (be safe, friends), dirty talk, cunnilingus, fingering, slight degradation (maybe?), and hints of voyeurism if you squint.
Cross-posted to AO3.
It’s happening again.
You groan and roll off the couch, heading toward the backdoor of your little, rented townhouse. You push aside the curtain to peer out at the backyard, where you have a small fence set up for your Lhasa Apso Pomeranian mix to run around. At the moment, she’s yipping and hopping at the edge of the fence, tail wagging and body wiggling with all her might to get your neighbor’s attention.
Your neighbor.
Truly, your dog’s behavior is all his fault. Normally so quiet and well-behaved after years of training, Nari’s good manners fly out the window the second she sees him.
You wish you could say it’s because your dog is overly friendly, but while that’s true, it’s not the reason she gets so excited. No, that would be because of the bag of treats your neighbor keeps hidden on his back porch.
He doesn’t even own a dog.
Your eyes narrow when you see the man loping toward your yard, said bag of treats in hand. A part of you was touched the first few times he’d given your little angel a treat. You fully believe, as any pet owner would, that she deserves the world. However, this little thing has become a routine. One that has spoiled your little pup into thinking every stranger is going to poof a bag of treats out of thin air for her.
To be frank, it completely ruined her training, and her incessant barking every time she goes outside is grating on your nerves
So, you do the only logical thing there is -- you stare broodingly out the window every time he feeds them to her, hoping he can feel the hatred you have for him prickling at his skin.
Of course, that never happens. As powerful as you’d like to believe you are, you can’t shoot daggers out of your eyes or breathe fire out your nostrils.
And he certainly can’t read your mind.
If he could, he would have stopped giving your dog treats after the seventh time it’d happened.
He also probably would have been blushing profusely every time you imagined his handsome face between your thighs.
You wonder if he would act on it if he knew, but you banish the thought as it comes. He’s your neighbor. An annoying one at that.
You sigh in relief when he finally turns to leave -- but not before giving Nari a final scratch between the ears.
Your first mistake is opening the door to call for your dog before your neighbor’s safely in his house. The second is freezing when he turns around to smile at you and wave.
You don’t respond for a good few moments, continuing to stare even as Nari’s soft fur is brushing past your ankles on her way inside. When your neighbor’s eyebrows start to furrow in confusion, you clear your throat and lift a hand in greeting before adamantly slamming your door shut.
Like you said.
So annoying.
*~*~*
Annoying and stupid, that’s what your neighbor is.
A few days later, you open the back door to let Nari out and, suddenly, she’s going absolutely crazy. You peer outside, wondering what the hell has gotten into her, when you notice what’s got her so hyped up.
There’s a whole bag of treats in your sweet, little baby’s pen.
A whole bag.
Why?
Scowling, you stomp over to the far side of the fence, closest to your neighbor’s yard, and snatch the bag off the ground before Nari can successfully tear into it. You glare at the back door of his home, which is clearly dark and empty.
Of course, you know this is probably some sort of kind gesture, but seriously? Who throws an entire bag of treats into someone’s yard? Not only would it be catastrophic if Nari ate the entire thing in one go, but what if some sort of animal had gotten into the fence?
What if the smell attracted other dogs?
The possibilities are endless and you really can’t help but wonder what goes on in your neighbor’s ridiculously (and admittedly attractive) thick head.
And what did he think? That you couldn’t afford to buy your dog treats?
With Nari jumping at the bag in your arms, you stomp your way back into your house and slam the door behind you, adamant about giving your neighbor a piece of your mind the next time you see him.
This shit has got to stop.
*~*~*
It stops. The treat giving gloriously, gloriously stops.
The spoiling of your little baby, however, does not.
A few days later, when you walk outside to let your little Nari in, you spot not one, but six tennis balls of various sizes in her pen.
And, of course, she’s going right to town on one of them
It squeaks.
And when you let Nari inside, the ball she brings in with her and refuses to put down continues to squeak.
All. Night. Long.
You’re going to kill your neighbor.
You’ve, quite honestly, had enough! Why is he so hellbent on spoiling your dog anyway? If he loves dogs so much, he should get one of his own! Clearly he knows what they like!
Groaning after your very long, very sleepless night, you trudge over toward the coffee pot and get it going before letting Nari outside. Your eyes widen when you see your neighbor in his yard, doing some sort of yoga routine that he’s supremely bad at.
You quirk your head, eyes trained on his uncoordinated movements. His sense of balance isn’t terrible, but…yeah, that’s not how you do a downward dog…or a warrior pose. He’s very likely to hurt himself at this rate.
You’re still staring when Nari spots him, yipping and bouncing excitedly at the edge of the fence. A broad grin spreads across your neighbor’s lips, his sharp laugh bursting into the quiet morning. He rights himself, pulling himself out of whatever pose he’d been trying to do, and stretches his back while waving at the small dog.
“Good morning! How’s my princess doing?”
Wait, did you just hear him right?
His princess?
Nari is most certainly not his anything.
She’s yours, and you’re seconds away from opening your mouth to tell him so when his attention drifts to you in the doorway. It’s not until his eyes are traveling over you that you remember you haven’t quite…well, gotten dressed yet.
You clear your throat and tug at the long sweater you’re wearing, pulling it further down your thighs in a meager attempt to hide the fact you’re only in your underwear.
Damn it. You haven’t even had your coffee yet. It’s too early and you’re too tired for this.
His gaze moves back to your face and you could swear his ears redden when his eyes meet yours. He grins. “Good morning, neighbor!”
So, your dog is his princess and you’re just…neighbor. You see how it is. Favoritism at its finest.
Not that you can blame him. One look into Nari’s perfectly round eyes and your heart melts too.
So, maybe you shouldn’t be too hard on him for spoiling her.
No, wait! You lost sleep because of him! You should be hard on him!
As your eyes move over the baggy, white t-shirt falling down around his tightly fitting athletic pants, you start to wish he’d be a little hard on you instead.
Yeah, you need more sleep.
“Morning,” you squeak, cringing at the way your voice sounds after uttering your first words of the day. Too frustrated by Nari’s incessant noise throughout the night, you hadn’t even praised her for being the cutest dog in the world this morning
Safe to say, your silent treatment went completely unnoticed by Nari. Typical.
“Rough night?” he questions with a lift of his eyebrow
You narrow your eyes at him, wondering if he knows just how rough it was…and wondering if he’d like to help make tonight a little rougher.
Good god, your mind is horrible in the mornings.
“Yeah, seems like Nari got a hold of some new toys yesterday,” you say bluntly, crossing your arms over your chest. Doing this results in the bottom of the sweatshirt inching up your thighs, which doesn’t go unnoticed by your neighbor.
He huffs out a breathless, guilt-ridden laugh and scratches at the back of his neck. “Oh? Wonder where she could’ve gotten them?”
You roll your eyes, really wishing you remembered his name. “Look, neighbor—“
“Seokjin.”
You stop short at the interruption, eyebrows pinching. “What?”
“My name’s Seokjin,” he clarifies with a small, friendly smile.
You see what he’s doing, trying to ease the tension, and of course it’s working because the asshole knows how handsome his stupid face is when he smiles.
“I didn’t ask,” you grumble, but it doesn’t carry any heat because it’s actually good to know.
Seokjin’s grin widens. “No, but I figured you forgot since we first met.”
He then rattles off your name as if he could never forget, which makes you feel great, obviously.
Your smile is thin when you say, “Right.”
He reaches into the pocket of his athletic pants and your eyes can’t help but follow the movements, watching as he pulls out a single treat to hand over to your little baby.
You frown. She hasn’t even had her breakfast yet.
“Can I ask you something?” you question when he’s scratching your pup’s ears. He glances up at you and nods for you to go ahead. You eye Nari as her tongue lolls out of her mouth, eyes blinking happily at the handsome man who's lavishing her with attention.
Bitch.
“Why don’t you have a dog of your own?” you voice the question that’s been at the forefront of your mind since the very first time he’d given your dog a treat. At first, you’d thought he was just being neighborly, now you know it’s more than that.
A soft smile curls the corners of his lips and he looks at Nari affectionately.
“They’re a lot of work, aren’t they?” He shrugs. “I don’t have much time for one.”
And, yet, he has plenty of time to spoil yours...
You hum, heart softening just a little at the sight of Nari softly lapping his hand.
Seokjin’s fond smile widens as he wiggles his fingers, cooing at her. “And who could ever compete with this little angel, hmm?”
You would hope that you could compete…….and now you feel ridiculous because you’re starting to feel jealous of a dog.
Your sweet, little, angelic and beautiful dog, but still.
“Sometimes I have to wonder though,” Seokjin begins, peeking up at you from beneath his lashes. He chuckles a little. “Do you even feed her? She’s always so excited.”
Yeah, nope, this is no longer cute. How dare he!
“You’re feeding her treats!” you explode, throwing your hands up in the air. “Of course she’s going to be excited! Dogs are known for being food motivated!”
He raises his eyebrows at your outburst, hand slowly withdrawing from Nari’s head as you continue.
“And furthermore, every time you feed her one of your treats, she never eats her food! I give it to her and she just looks at it because you’re spoiling her meals! So, yes, I feed her, but no, most of the time she hasn’t eaten yet so she’s overly excited for you to feed her something that’s in no way nutritious at all! It’s completely throwing off her routine!”
Seokjin’s lips press into a firm line, eyes creasing in silent laughter that eventually bubbles over, pouring from his lips in squeaks. “You’ve been holding that in for a while, haven’t you?”
Heat floods the apples of your cheek and you try not to appear too put-off by his observation. Clearly, you’re not subtle at all. You huff, crossing your arms tightly over your chest and averting your gaze. You’re not even sure how to respond to that or what to say after your outburst. You feel a little silly for losing your composure, honestly.
Sobering slightly, Seokjin chuckles. “You could’ve asked me to stop, you know?”
Yeah, that probably would have made more sense than glaring from your back window. More heat floods your cheeks and you have to resist the urge to roll your eyes at yourself. How many times have you, yourself, said that communication goes a long way?
You glance at Nari, who’s settled down on the grass with her head on her paws, looking between the two of you like she’s watching some kind of show.
Yeah, must be so amusing to watch your owner make an idiot out of herself like this.
“But Nari loves you,” you sigh, rubbing your arm a little sheepishly.
“Yeah, she does.” He says it like it’s obvious, like everyone should love him, and you scoff.
“Bribery,” you grumble.
He throws his head back in a laugh, crinkled eyes sparkling as they move over you. “And is there any way to bribe her owner?”
Your eyes widen, all the thoughts you’ve had of his mouth coming to mind, and you don’t even realize your hands have moved to tug at the bottom of your sweater until his eyes shift to follow the movement.
His eyes darken, plump lips curving into a smirk that you would gladly drool over if he wasn’t standing right in front of you. “I interrupted your morning...have you had coffee yet?”
You take a step back, glancing over your shoulder into the kitchen, where the freshly brewed pot of coffee sits. You quirk an eyebrow. “I just...made a pot, actually?”
His lips twitch. “And has Nari had her breakfast yet?”
Your other eyebrow rises and you can’t help but wonder where this is going. “Not yet…”
He grips the top of the fence. “Should we change that then?”
A surprised laugh slips past your lips before you can stop it. “Are you inviting yourself into my home?”
He blinks a couple of times. “Maybe...am I being too forward?”
In your opinion, he’s not being forward enough. You whistle for Nari to come in and she jumps up instantly, skittering into the house. You shrug. “Since you’re the one that’s ruining her meals, it’s only fair that you’re the one that tries to make her eat.”
His smirk spreads into a wide grin and he eyes the ground in front of him before hopping the fence. You’re tempted to tell him about the gate you installed, but bite your lip, a little impressed he managed to make it over the fence without issue.
He’s taller than you’re expecting and your eyes widen a little as he climbs the steps, his smile a little smug as he motions toward the door. “After you, neighbor.”
Neighbor. So, you’re back to this again.
You roll your eyes and turn around, leading him into your home before you can overthink it.
*~*~*
Of course, your dog loves to make you look like a fool. She wiggles excitedly as Seokjin pours her dry food into her bowl, sitting back on her haunches and raising her front paws in a beg when he moves to set it on the floor. She eats so quickly, you’d think she’d never eaten before.
You want to wipe the smug smirk off Seokjin’s lips when he turns to you, arms crossed over his broad chest.
You set your jaw and pour coffee into two mugs before offering one to him, motioning toward the cream and sugar for him to do as he pleases. He follows you to the table, a little too closely, and your breath catches in your throat when he trips and catches himself with a hand to your waist.
“Sorry,” he mumbles, but doesn’t bother to remove his hand. Instead, he steps a bit closer, a pleasant warmth settling against your back. You swallow, fingers fiddling with the bottom of your oversized sweater. “Nari must have been starving.”
Your eyes flutter as he shifts behind you and you struggle to turn your attention to your dog’s empty bowl. She’s a traitor, but you’re kind of grateful for it at the moment, especially as Seokjin’s grip tightens around your waist.
“I’m kind of hungry too,” he murmurs, and you vaguely hear him set down his mug before he’s moving your hair from over your shoulder. His lips don’t touch you, not the way you’re craving, but he does nuzzle into your neck, hands following the curve of your waist, down to your thighs. You press back against him at the feel of his palms against your bare skin and you feel him smile against your shoulder.
“You didn’t even bother to get dressed before ogling me this morning,” he teases, fingertips flirting over the inside of your thighs, prying your legs further apart. You feel deliciously exposed in a way that leaves you breathless, your anticipation making your hands shake. You let out a sigh when he presses himself against you, feeling his hardening length against your backside. He chuckles at the way you gasp when he subtly rolls his hips, highly aware of how needy you are. “You think I don’t notice you watching me.”
His lips finally settle over your pulse-point, teeth gently grazing and nipping at your skin. “You think I don’t know how flustered I make you, how crazy I drive you when I pay more attention to Nari than you.”
Your entire body flushes, wishing you could take back all the things you’d thought and the feelings you’d felt just this morning. Especially now that you’re so sure he’d been doing it on purpose.
He laughs lightly, squeezing your thighs. “You’re jealous of a dog, but I definitely wouldn’t be doing this--” He inches a hand higher, pinching the sensitive flesh of your thigh and making you jolt in his arms. “--to your dog.”
Yeah, that’s...a very good thing?
You manage a small, strained laugh that turns into a gasp as he spins the two of you around. You’re quick to slam your coffee down on the kitchen counter, just before he’s bending you over it. He grinds himself against your clothed core, but doesn’t let you relish in the feeling for long before he’s sinking to his knees. He plants wet, open-mouthed kisses to the back of your thighs, enjoying the way you squirm at how close he is to where you want him. To where you need him.
“Fuck,” you pant, and a saccharin chuckle slips past his lips.
His fingers flirt over the material of your underwear, dipping a finger in to swipe over your core. He hums. “So wet already and I’ve barely touched you.”
He nips at your skin, shocking you. “I bet you were imagining me between your legs this morning, weren’t you? Is that why you couldn’t look me in the eyes when I said good morning?”
Well, technically, you were fully imagining his cock, not his mouth, but…
You yelp when he suddenly moves your underwear aside, moaning at the sight of you. The pad of his finger grazes you, swiping between your folds, up to your clit and back again. “Look at you.”
God, his voice sounds wrecked already. He sounds like a man starved, like a man ready to devour you. And fuck, you want him to.
“Please,” you whimper, wiggling your hips in an attempt to get more of his fingers.
He chuckles, running his teeth along the curve of your ass. “Tell me, what have you been imagining? My fingers or my mouth?”
That’s honestly such a hard choice to make. While his lips are divine and you’ve been wondering what he could do with his head buried between your thighs, you’ve also had various fantasies about his long, slender fingers. You know he could destroy you with either and you’d be more than happy to take whatever he gives you.
He sinks his teeth into you and you jolt forward with a yelp. Panting, you mutter, “Both! Either! Please!”
“So greedy,” he laughs, but presses a kiss to your backside as his fingers find your clit. He smirks when you spread your legs wider for him and when he finally buries his face between your legs, he moans at the taste of you on his tongue. “God, you taste fucking delicious.”
You rock back against his face, desperate to feel more of his tongue. He doesn’t disappoint, prying your folds apart and pressing into you, adding a finger for good measure. He hums, the sound coming out as a growl, as he starts to finger you and suck on your clit.
“Look at you,” he murmurs. “So good for me. So accepting of my fingers and my tongue.”
He sucks and slurps at you like a man eating his last meal, hands moving to grip your hips as you start to tremble and thrash against him.
“That’s right,” he growls, brushing his teeth against your clit. “Cum for me, gorgeous. I wanna taste more of you.”
He sucks harshly at your clit, fingers sinking deep into your cunt as you start to tighten and then pulse around him. He’s quick to remove himself from your clit, continuing to pump his fingers into you as he slurps at your juices.
“So fucking good,” he groans, pulling you back against his face until he can barely breathe. He licks you clean, sucking at you until you’re a trembling mess in his hands and whimpering in overstimulation.
When he finally pulls away from you, it’s with a self-satisfied smirk that looks far too vulgar and far too sexy with your arousal dripping from his chin. You don’t care though, quickly pulling him to his feet and mashing your mouth to his. You taste yourself on his lips and the two of you moan, tongues tangling as you quickly hook your legs around him.
He catches you easily, setting you on the countertop and reaching for the waistband of his pants. You wiggle out of your underwear, letting them drop to the floor as he drops his pants, boxer briefs following along.
You glance down between you to get a good look at him, hand moving at its own accord and wrapping around him in a few quick pumps. He moans under the touch of your fingers, gripping your hips and pulling you toward the edge of the countertop.
“I don’t have a condom,” he groans, burying his face in your neck as you squeeze him. “I didn’t think I’d get this far.”
You snort, quirking an eyebrow at him. “You were so confident that I’d been fantasizing about you, but didn’t think I’d actually let you fuck me?”
He grunts, teeth scraping along your neck. “I mean...a guy can hope.”
You sigh, dropping your hand away in favor of wrapping your legs around his ass to pull him toward you. You wrap your arms around his shoulders with a smirk. “It’s a good thing I’m on the pill then...and clean.”
His eyes widen, lush lips parting. “I’m clean too...you’d really let me fuck you raw?”
You bite your lip and nod, causing him to tip his head back in a moan.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he praises, taking himself in his hand and lining himself up. He lets the tip nudge against your folds, dragging it up to your clit and back down again. He glances up at you as you bite your lip. “You sure?”
Your grip around him tightens and you pull him closer. “Yes! Please, fuck me!”
His cocky smirk melts away as he sinks into you, slipping in easily with how wet you are. He holds himself there for a moment, adjusting to the warmth of you wrapped around him. Your walls flutter, still sensitive from the way he’d fucked you with his fingers moments before, and he sucks in a sharp breath.
“You feel so good,” he groans, slowly pulling out to slowly push back in. The movement feels good -- so blissfully good -- but it’s not enough. It’s not what you’re craving.
You fingers sink into his shoulders and your legs tighten around him. “Harder.”
“Harder?” he questions, smirk evident in his voice, and you’re immediately regretting your words as he pulls out just as slow, only to snap his hips forward. He carries on this way, at the same agonizingly slow, but deep, pace and you can feel your nerves starting to light on fire. Your entire body feels warm, blood pumping eagerly through your veins as he scrapes against your walls.
“Faster,” you plead, wishing he’d just fuck you hard and dirty the way you’d always imagined.
“Hmm,” he hums, kissing up the length of your neck until he reaches your ear. He nips and teases at your skin. “You sure? This won’t last long, not with you so wet and tight around my cock. You really that eager for me to cum inside you, neighbor? Really want me to fill you up?”
His words have you whimpering, hips rolling desperately against his in an attempt to speed things up.
He chuckles, hands squeezing around your hips to slow you down. “I should’ve known you’d be this desperate after watching me for months. I bet you’ve imagined cumming around my cock, huh? Probably fucked yourself with your fingers and wished it was me.”
You cry out when his fingers pinch your clit.
“You want to cum?” he taunts, and you nod your head quickly, clinging to him for all your worth as he finally, finally picks up the pace.
“Then cum,” he huffs, fingertips digging into your waist as he barrels into you, plucking at the coil wound so tightly within you that you’re crying out and panting against his neck.
“Seokjin!” you yelp, finally able to move your hips and help set the pace.
He’s breathing heavily along with you, sweat dripping from the strands of his hair, as he nods. “Cum for me, princess.”
As if attached to some wire, you do exactly as you’re told, orgasm crashing through you like a wave and leaving your body trembling against him. You’re whimpering and sighing and moaning out his name as your walls squeeze around him, milking him of every last drop as his orgasm quickly follows.
“Fuck, yes,” he grunts, fingers moving quickly over your clit to prolong your orgasm and leave you a trembling, sweating mess. He keeps going until he’s spent, until you’re whimpering out small tears. He stills, slowly pulling out of you as he kisses your tears away, pulling you in for a passionate, all-consuming kiss that leaves you panting against his mouth.
He brushes your sweat-slicked hair from your forehead and offers a small smile, eyes soft and a little sleepy. “You did so well.”
You manage a wobbly smile, still a little dazed, and turn your head to kiss the palm resting against your cheek. “You didn’t do so bad yourself.”
He laughs, that high-pitched sound that you’re slowly growing fond of. “We should clean up and then think about having a real breakfast…if you want to, that is.”
You smile, leaning in to kiss him chastely on the lips because you really can’t resist. You let out a contented sigh. “I’d like that.”
He grins. “Yeah?”
You roll your eyes. “Yeah, I guess I should get to know the man Nari has fallen so hard for.”
His eyes narrow playfully. “Mm, yeah, and maybe I can find a few ways to get her owner to fall for me too.”
You snort, knocking his hands away and jumping down from the counter with a slight wince. “Yeah, maybe.”
Because, yeah, it’s entirely likely.
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