#'they need each other. they both suck so bad but nevertheless they need each other'

[oacest]

Nov 2011

even the most brutal and scathing of reviews still end with "there would be no Liam without Noel, and no Noel without Liam" are you kidding me

[ironunderstands]

Sunday’s worldview sucks, his outlook and perception of himself and others sucks… and that’s why he’s so interesting

In honor of his drip marketing releasing tonight (or maybe yesterday for you depending on when I get this out), I’d like to talk about why I think Sunday’s beliefs and perspective is very, very flawed and how his own biases rather than the actions of those who oppose him are what led to his downfall.

Sunday is entirely responsible for his own failure, and that’s exactly why he’s incredible.

This contains mentions of leaks and spoilers for the Penacony quest line… you have been warned

To start with, oh my lord do Sunday’s preconceived notions kick him in the ass. 

I think the best example of this is his conversation with Dr. Ratio in which Ratio pretends to betray Aventurine, selling out his plan to Sunday. Now, what’s incredibly interesting about this exchange is that Ratio doesn’t fully lie to Sunday once in this exchange, rather he says half truths and makes vague statements which Sunday himself interprets as being in support of him. 

Take what Ratio said the whole, “A scholar knows their position and wouldn’t forsake it for the sake of petty pride.” In retrospect, we know this line is actually referring to Aventurine- aka Ratio is saying he’s not just going to sell him out to Sunday for the sake of information about the Stellaron (which he would get anyways if the IPC attained Penacony, plus Mr. Incredibly Dedicated Knowledge Spreader probably has other means of gaining it then through The Family). 

However, since Ratio answered the invitation Sunday gave him, Sunday assumes that Ratio is on his side, believes his cause is righteous, and that he won Ratio over with offering him information about the Stellaron, therefore making that previous statement of Ratio’s null, because Sunday interpreted it as, “convince me this is worth my time + prove to me you’re correct,” when it really meant, “there is no way in hell I’m about to sacrifice my friend to you, and there is nothing you could offer me to make me do so you crazed lunatic.”

But why did Sunday not weigh the options? Why did he unquestioningly believe his perception of the situation was the correct one?

Well- partly it’s because Ratio and Aventurine were doing their damndest to make it seem like they hate each other and that their plan was going off the rails.

But the more important part is that even without Ratio saying a word or even accepting the invitation, Sunday already believes he’d be on his side. 

Let me demonstrate this through Sunday's perspective:

I am a righteous person, I am doing the correct things, my worldview is the correct one. Dr. Ratio is also a righteous person who seems to be doing the correct things. Therefore, since we are both on the side of good, and Aventurine is clearly not on that side considering his status as Stoneheart and his negative relationship to Ratio, then Ratio will naturally want to be on my side. After all, the good guys work together, do they not?- and together will vanquish this evil villain.

This perspective is a simple one, but Sunday’s unshaking belief (up until the end of 2.2) that he is 100% in correct and in the right, that any and everyone who he also perceives to be in the right (like Ratio) would believe/side with him without truly needing to be convinced. Sunday doesn’t come out the gate offering the Stellaron information- he only keeps it as a backup just in case. 

However, this is complicated because Sunday is also not an idiot, and he’s extremely paranoid, so he’s going to make sure that the way he views the world is 100% correct on the off chance he’s wrong which could foil his plans- which is why he invited Ratio in the first place. Nevertheless, this isn’t him hunting for new perspectives, but rather him desiring to prove himself right again, which is a bad thing because Sunday is very much not right. 

A perfect world is a perfect pris- *gets shot*

Reference that approximately 2 ½ people will get beside, Sunday’s ideology that he is fully confident in.. sucks. It sucks ass, it’s terrible, and let me explain.

I’m not going to try going over all the little intricacies to how the dreamscape works because I a) don’t know and b) don’t particularly care because they aren’t relevant to the argument I will be making- which is that Sunday’s ideology is inherently flawed and immediately falls apart under scrutiny.

Essentially, he desires to create the perfect fake reality, enveloping the whole galaxy in Ena’s dream and fulfilling their every desire and whim within it, with himself as the sacrifice to allow it to exist. The seven rest days, no illness, no pain, no challenge, you get the idea. 

And, this perfect world paradoxically sucks ass because of its perfectness.

Improving society is great, eliminating hardship is great, increasing quality of life is great.

But declawing reality itself- absolutely not.

I’m going to try to explain this through my favorite strangely specific anecdote- the process of obtaining diamonds in Minecraft.

Stay with me now.

You essentially have two options- go out and mine them yourselves the hard way, which takes hours, gives you less diamonds per the amount of time spent on it, and likely with you exhausting some of your resources like food, torches, and tools which you will need to replenish.

Or.

You can just.. get them from creative mode or commands, and you can get as many as your heart desires.

However, despite the fact that option one is harder, gives you less diamonds and takes significantly more time, I, as well as hopefully you, would pick it every time (at least in a survival world, although honestly idk why you would even need pure diamonds in creative).

And that’s because the first option is rewarding. 

You did not earn the diamonds you easily and magically summoned into your inventory, there is no struggle, no journey, no challenge to it, therefore it feels entirely unremarkable, as compared to the feeling you (hopefully) get from mining diamonds, which makes you happy because you earned it. Yeah, it was harder, but the process itself is fun- the anticipation of not knowing when you’re going to find them, if at all, the danger, the fighting and digging and mauvering you will have to do in the process.

And with this unconventional example, the fatal flaw with Sunday’s ideology is revealed- it’s boring. 

It’s boring as shit.

Yeah, for the first few months or even years it might be enjoyable- having everything you could ever want served on a silver platter. However, humans are a) inherently a bit greedy and b) desire challenge, and this scenario fulfilles neither of those things. Naturally having everything means your desire for more can never be fulfilled, leaving the wanter forever unsatisfied, whereas in the real world, things are truly out of your reach, meaning that even if you never end up getting them, they are still a tangible thing just out of reach… as strange at it sounds, we like being tantalilus-ed more than you think. After all, if what you want is so easy to get, you will never run out of things to want, and eventually that gets draining. 

Continually, if everything is easy, if everything is just right there whenever you want it- existence itself no longer has stakes. 

And that’s the problem, because much like how a story with no stakes is extremely hard to find compelling, a life with no stakes feels boring at best and downright pointless and meaningless at worst.

I’m just saying, there is a reason why the Nihility was such a strong presence and problem in Penacony.

Anyways, like with the diamond problem, a lack of stakes means that nothing you do feels rewarding, because you didn’t truly earn it. 

Which is where the Sunday’s idea of a “perfect” reality falls apart, because the most enjoyable reality for humans to live in is not one literally devoid of any possible flaw.

So why does he believe in it? When it’s so clearly flawed?

Well, it’s because Sunday doesn’t think a better alternative exists.

The world made you this way.. and you chose to continue what it started.

I’m sure I don’t need to repeat the story of the Charmony Dove all over again because trust me, we’ve all heard it before. Nonetheless, it reveals something important both about Sunday’s personality and his ideology- he’s fundamentally a defeatist.

He doesn’t believe that there is any alternative for the dove, that it could ever be able to fly again with its deformed nature, so instead of being “cruel” and letting it “inevitably fall to its death,” he’d rather keep it in a cage all its life where it has no freedom, but at least it would he alive and “happy”.

And this is where his defeatism reveals itself- Sunday doesn’t believe reality itself can get better because improving it when there are so many factors and things out of your control is hard at best and impossible at worst. Therefore, he resorts to creating an escapist, false version of it- a perfect golden cage, because constructing that is far, far easier than trying to help the dove fly again. 

The universe has endless possibilities, if Robin and Sunday had tried hard enough, they probably could have found a solution. Sure, they were both children, so the capabilities necessary to even attempt that were likely far out of their reach. However, it was still possible, but Sunday doesn’t believe in possibilities- he believes he’s right above all else, which is where that stubbornness and arrogance comes into play again.

Sunday doesn’t think better solutions than his exists, and he believes everyone would could possibly stand in his noble way are either villains, or horribly misguided; so it’s his job to show them the light.

This is why he lets the Express Crew + Firefly try to change his mind- Sunday wasn’t actually interesting in shifting his perspective, or really what they wanted to say. Rather, he just wanted to let them say there peace, because well, Sunday’s a good, righteous person (at least from his perspective), and good, righteous people listen to others. Good, righteous people will let these poor, ignorant souls offer their foolish words before exposing them to the harsh truth- or at least that’s how Sunday sees it. 

Moreover, this also explains his arrogance. If he believes his worldview is the sole correct one, then why listen to anyone else? He’s this world's savior, or at least he’s been raised to believe that- so why not relish in it? He enjoys punishing Aventurine, enjoys the bastard who stood in the way of Sunday’s plans, shrinks away in “defeat” and get what he “deserves.” Despite how miserable it sounds, Sunday also takes pride in having to be a martyr to bring about his beautiful dream. The belief that he is a selfless, good person is a selfish desire of his, even if a genuine one, and it’s what leads to his downfall.

Sunday could have actually listened. He could have reevaluated his loss to Aventurine and realized it was not through the others clever deception, but through his own biases. He could have actually taken the Express’s and Firefly’s advice. He could have looked for other avenues to help the people he truly does care about. 

Despite Gopher Wood’s manipulation- Sunday’s decision to go forward with the pain is entirely his own, because he truly believes- even with all the evidence for the contrary- that he is correct.

And that’s why he fails. Not because of the Express. Not because of Ratio. Not because of Aventurine. Not because of Gopher, or even the rest of The Family.

No, Sunday fails because he is flawed, and he is wrong, and he is the arrogant, selfish and biased one, and his worldview is wrong.

So what now?

This might have seemed like I think Sunday is pure evil and irredeemable, but I think it’s quite the opposite.

He has very good intentions, and he does genuinely care about it the well being of other people around him. He gives Aventurine a chance to prove his innocence, even if he never intended on changing, he does listen to what the Express + Firefly have to say. He pauses when Robin shows up, as she’s the one person (until the very end) he’s actually willing to accept the perspective of. The whole reason he ended up here in the first place is because Gopher Wood twisted Sunday’s good intentions into a fatal arrogance and utmost belief in a flawed worldview. 

However, what really sells me on Sunday’s goodness is when eyes widen at that final moment, the light draining from him as he realizes he is wrong. 

And once Sunday realizes he is wrong, those flaws that bind him can finally be examined and improved upon, as they all stem from that worldview he no longer believes in. 

His whole life, Sunday has been enacting out someone else’s plan for him, even if he’s come to internalize it over time, at the end of the day- it was never his, and without it, he’s empty.

Which is exactly why the only place he can go now is the Express, and the only thing left for him is redemption and growth.

Dan Heng is right- Sunday has a noble soul, and now that he has stopped believing in himself, he’s no longer shackled by the past either. Improvement or utter demise (in a likely nihility-flavored manner) are his only options remaining.

I understand a lot of people want to see him become a Stellaron Hunter, but imo, that just does nothing for him. He’d still be following someone else’s path/script, and Mr. I Will Sacrifice My Whole Existence To Become The Sun To Illuminate These Wandering Souls probably wouldn’t be so on board with the whole.. terrorism part of being a SH. Like yeah, they are our friends (kinda), but they absolutely kill innocent people and cause millions of dollars in property damage to people who don’t deserve it. 

Also, being on the Express Just Makes Sense. This is a game about choices, a game about accepting the mistakes of your past, but not letting them define you in order to move on and forge a better future for yourself and others- with the Astral Express + Trailblaze as a concept being the literal embodiment of it. There’s a reason when you switch to the Trailblazer’s POV in stories, it includes Kafka’s most important words to us- “When you have the chance to make a choice, make one you won’t regret.”

Therefore, I hope the choices Sunday will make in 2.7 are ones he’s proud of, and I can’t wait to see how exactly they get him on board with the crew, because there still is a LOT of development he needs to do before then. 

Anyways, thank you so much for reading, and if you have any thoughts I’d love to hear them. This was a stream of consciousness mess, but I hope it was still valuable nonetheless! Also if you are reading this on the day it was written, I hope we don’t get disappointed by his drip marketing!

[littlemissmentallyunstable]

Can u write an enemies to lovers fic of Grayson X reader??? Plsss!!

thank you for your request and I apologise for the delay in writing it, my request list has been mountainous for a little while now and this particular fic actually also had lots of rewrites before the final piece. It began as an academic rivals sort of thing, then became family-feud but finally ended with whatever this is. I’m praying you enjoy this 🤍🤍

title: we’re just project partners

pairing: grayson hawthorne x (first person) reader

synopsis: you’re partnered with the one person you hate to complete a project you love… but what if he’s not as bad as you thought

warnings: swearing, gray-bae is being a nasty little b-word (BUT ITS FOR THE PLOT OKAY)

a/n: I am alive!! It’s just taken me a week and a bit to post again, I’m writing three fics at once so this one just happened to be done first

taglist: @lovethornes @whatsamongus @wish-i-were-heather @inmyheaddd @never-enough-novels @fleuriosa @midiosaamor @sweetreveriee @emelia07 @f4iry-bell @zaraaaabear @thoughtdaughter3 @benny1989fredd @elysianwayy77 @maybxlle @sheisntyou @anintellectualintellectual @aleatorio1234 @adalia-jaycee @off-to-the-r4ces @lyra-kane @reminiscentreader @lyrakanefanatic @imaseabear @elizaa31 @loveinalocket

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I roll my eyes, eyeing the names on the board.

It just has to be him doesn’t it.

“There must be a mistake,” Grayson says. I turn my head to look at him, for once we can agree on something.

“No there is no mistake,” the professor tusks, “class dismissed.”

Everyone gets up and begins to pack their stuff, chatting about the project and their partners and various other things. It sucks when you have no classes with your friends, but it sucks even more when you get partnered with your rival for a project.

I’m about to walk out of the classroom when I hear my name.

“Y/n l/n, come back a moment!”

I stop myself from rolling my eyes, I just want to go home. I spin around and sluggishly walk back to the teacher’s desk where she stands and beside her is the infamous arrogant prat Grayson Hawthorne.

“You have to change it,” Grayson snaps quickly, his voice so insistent, so sharp. I look up to see he’s gesturing to our names beside one another’s. Classic Hawthorne. Thinks he can command people to do whatever he pleases just because he feels entitled enough to do so.

“What you gonna do, bribe her if she says no?” I scoff, arms folded.

They both ignore me but my lip still quirk upwards, proud of the pathetic joke I’d made, even if I was the only one who found it funny.

“There will be no changes Mr Hawthorne,” our professor replies sincerely.

“You don’t understand,” he shakes his head so vigorously I have to bite back a laugh, “I can’t work with her.”

“Well you’re going to have to,” she says, “this is 30% of your grade for the year.”

His eyes widen and he almost looks panicked. Almost. Nevertheless it amuses me to see the stoic, ironclad blonde crack for mere seconds.

“Professor please,” he says so desperately he’s practically begging, which I’d always thought was too beneath him to do, “she’s impossible.”

“I’m impossible?” I raise my eyebrows.

He rolls his eyes and turns back to our teacher, “anyone but her. I’ll do it by myself if I have to.”

“I’ve told you once and I will only repeat myself one more time, there will be no changes made,” she says too calmly, “I don’t see the problem, you are both excellent students with some of the highest marks I’ve seen in my time. You need to get past whatever this little tiff is and move on. Bounce off of each other, enlighten each other, create a show stopping presentation.”

Such a teacher answer to give. Played off to be inspirational, really just a nice way of saying get on with it or you fail.

“On the contrary Miss, I think Hawthorne here is the only one kicking up a fuss, I haven’t uttered a word,” I point out.

“That may be true but don’t you think I can see the vicious looks aimed at both him and me?” she asks, accusation in her tone.

So maybe the dirty looks weren’t as sly as I’d thought them to be. Still, it wasn’t like he didn’t deserve them.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lie through my teeth, sweetened smile to sugarcoat it further.

“Perhaps it should be discussed in a detention then, I’m free after school tomorrow,” she proposes, her smile even sweeter than mine.

“No, no, that isn’t necessary,” I say quickly, “I’m suddenly horribly aware of the looks I’ve been giving.”

I’m not the kind of girl who gets detentions, actually I’d never gotten one in my life and I didn’t intend to change that. My record was perfect, it was going to stay perfect. My professor, annoyingly, knew that a bit too well.

“Good, I suppose no detention then,” she says, “and what about you Mr Hawthorne, would you like to discuss your stubborn means to switch partners in a detention with me?”

“No thank you,” he grits through his teeth, his jaw nearly set in stone. I fight back a grin at his irritation.

“Challenges are good for the mind,” she smiles, “and I have a feeling you two will very much challenge one another. You once told me you liked a challenge, no?”

“I do,” Grayson nods slowly, then side glances at me, “but not of this kind.”

I think it was meant to be an insult towards me but it was so poor it didn’t even come close to mildly hurting me so I don’t bother to respond.

“Try something new, branch out a little,” our professor shrugs, “and who knows, you may even enjoy each other’s company.”

“That is very optimistic,” I scoff at the same time as Grayson says, “that will never happen.”

“Only time will tell,” she replies with a whimsical look in her eyes, “good luck.”

We exit the classroom in the coldest of silences. Any colder and we would’ve had an ice palace with an interesting rendition of ‘let it go’. I vote Grayson plays Elsa.

He actually barely spares me a glance, with his jaw all clenched and tightened. I wonder at one point if he’s breathing. He’s so tense, the feeling smothers the air around me, suffocating any sense of relaxation. I turn to leave the building.

“Where are we going?” he questions, too assertive for my liking.

“I’m going home,” I tell him bluntly.

He furrows his brows, “why?”

“To get changed,” I deadpan.

“Why?” he repeats. I try to read his emotions but they’re not clear enough to define. He’s accustomed to hiding them.

I stare at him, “I don’t need to explain myself to you.”

“Fine, we’ll meet here in 15 minutes,” he decides.

I don’t reply as I turn on my heels and walk away.

***

After getting changed and piecing together all of the things I might need to study, all my notes and books and highlighters and pens, I walked back over to our ‘meeting place’. As I approach Grayson is already stood there with a sour expression on his face. Of course he’s already there.

“You’re late,” he tells me, his voice so bitter I wonder how many lemons it would take to rival it.

“No I’m exactly on time,” I sneer, flicking my phone in his face.

“It’s been 15 minutes and 43 seconds, so technically you’re 43 seconds late,” he smirks. I almost feel sorry for him because I can see how proud he feels after saying this, sense the smugness burning in his chest.

“Did you count?” I try extremely hard to suppress my laughter.

“Of course not, I wouldn’t waste my breath on that,��� he rolls his eyes, then pauses slightly, “… I set a timer.”

“Of course you did,” I purse my lips with a sigh.

His screws his face up, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s supposed to mean you’re a weird person who would time someone going home to get changed,” I shrug, attempting to walk past him.

Talk about being late, when he was the one stood here chattering on about meaningless subjects. He ignores the comment and briskly stands in front of me to block me from walking any further.

“What are you wearing anyway?” he asks, looking down on me with great distaste with all but his eyes.

“Clothes,” I deadpan, staring down at my much loved and slightly over worn band tee-shirt.

“They’re awful,” he tells me bluntly.

“Was that meant to hurt me?” I raise an eyebrow. I mean sure, it hurt a little, but I didn’t actually care what he thought. Or I shouldn’t at least.

“You could’ve picked something a little nicer to wear in public,” he continues, so cut-throat and cold.

I look directly into his mellowed silver eyes and wonder how someone with such soft, inviting eyes could be so sharp and jagged with the words he uses.

“Worried I’ll ruin your street credit,” I tease, “sully your good name with my sports leggings and band t-shirt?”

“I’m just surprised at your lack of care for your appearance,” he replies, a slight discomfort worming its way through his features. It makes me smile a little.

“I just think I’m not as fixated on it as you, I mean what’s with your outfit, James Bond? Do you own anything that’s not a suit and tie,” I ask.

“Matter-o-factly I do,” he replies bluntly as if to end the conversation.

So of course I continue it, “so do you just stare at those clothes then, hanging in your walk in wardrobe.”

His eyes snap up and his stare is suddenly so piercing it hurts to hold eye contact, “how do you know I have a walk in wardrobe,” he practically spits, in a defensive tongue.

I snort, “that was a joke, but yeesh rich boy you’ve got it all.”

“Rich boy, how original,” Grayson comments.

“I’ve got more,” I shoot back with that smile I know makes his blood boil and skin singe.

“Spare me them,” he responds, “sweetheart.”

A forbidden fluttering occurs in the pit of my stomach, it’s as if eight hundred butterflies have decided to dance a jive there. Some feeling between guilt and shame settles in my chest. The word sweetheart shouldn’t make me feel anything, least of all from the mouth of Grayson Hawthorne.

But it was the way he said it, so softly, so smoothly, the word just rolled off of his tongue like he’d called me it for years. It almost sounded nice. The guilt weighs heavier on my chest and I snap out of it. I don’t feel anything. For anyone. Least of all him.

“Awww you’ve got a nickname for me too Goldilocks,” I reply with a laugh to bury the truth.

“Did you not hear the spare me part?” he tusks, beginning to walk.

I shake my head, walking a little faster than usual to keep up with his strides, “sorry I usually don’t listen when someone irrelevant talks.”

He scowls at me and I wink back.

“Did your face get stuck in a permanent scowl as a child or were you just born unhappy?” I cock my head to the side and narrow my eyes.

“Do you ever shut up?” Grayson asks flatly.

“My therapist told me not to hold back,” I shrug.

“Doesn’t that explain a lot,” he says dryly, shooting me a look that makes me feel inferior. I go to bite my tongue, but ask myself when I’m trying to hold back. I don’t owe him anything.

I stare at him, “don’t look so disgusted blondie, just because you’re too up yourself to admit you need help doesn’t mean all of us are.”

“I don’t need help,” Grayson replies, each word candid and dull.

Something in me almost feels sorry for him. Did he really think he didn’t need help? Did he really feel that alone and isolated? I wanted, in that moment, to reach out and be there for him. Then I remember who he is.

“Whatever you say,” I sigh.

“We’re working at my house,” he responds abruptly, as we get to the end of the street.

I fold my arms and raise my eyebrows, “says who?”

“Me,” he shrugs.

“And who are you to tell me where I’m working?” I ask.

“I’m your partner and I’m making a decision,” he presses on, stubbornly. Little does he know, I’m twice as stubborn and I’m not going to back down.

“I don’t think you really understand how this whole project thing works,” I say.

“I’ve done plenty of projects and I can very much assure you, I understand what I’m doing,” he grumbles back, clearly annoyed that he isn’t getting his way this time. Someone has to teach him I suppose.

“Oh great,” I smile sickeningly sweetly, “then we’re not working at yours.”

“Why on earth not?” he screws up his face as if I’ve just told him I want to skin a cat alive.

“I don’t want to,” I reply simply.

“Well I do,” he argues back.

“That’s a shame,” I shrug softly, leaving him with no option.

He shakes his head and runs a hand through his perfect hair, “you are insufferable.”

“That the worst you got Hawthorne?” I giggle a little, turning left to walk down the pathway.

“And impossible,” he says, following me.

“Oh you wound me,” I say hyperbolically, putting I hand in my head and feigning a dizzy spell.

Grayson rolls his eyes, he’s done it so many times now I’m worried they might get stick here soon, “can we just work?”

“Where?” I shoot him a lopsided grin.

He sighs, most likely suppressing some very colourful language, “why don’t you decide seen as my ideas oppose you.”

“Much like your entire personality,” I let him know.

“My personality is fine,” he replies, probably trying to soothe his rapidly declining pride under that suit of his.

“Mhmmm,” I nod sarcastically, “and I have a unicorn that shits cupcakes called Craig.”

“Really?” he wrinkles his nose, “profanities?”

“Oh no is it too beneath the great Grayson Hawthorne to say fuck every now and then,” I laugh.

He tenses and mutters something under his breath. I don’t quite hear the words but you can see he’s fuming. It ignites something in me, a spark. I like seeing him furious. I really like it.

“Where do you want to work?” he asks me, grey eyes a little too distracting for my liking.

“The library,” I tell him, my answer almost immediate.

He tries to mask his horror but fails miserably, “in public?”

“You’re not going to get cholera,” I snort.

“Can’t we just work somewhere nicer,” he complains.

“The library is nice,” I tell him, “and they have a coffee stand outside and I want coffee so that’s where we’re going.”

“And you call me demanding,” he mutters underneath us breath.

***

We walk to the library bickering about how fast he walks and how slow I apparently walk. In my personal opinion I think he was walking fast on purpose, he obviously disagreed.

“Do you even know where you’re going?” I ask him, it now only just dawning on me that he was leading the way yet he didn’t know where the library was.

“I’m not an idiot,” Grayson spits back, nose in the air, posture upright and powerful.

He always carries himself like that as if he’s saviour of the world and we should all bow down to kiss his presumably pedicured feet.

“Are you sure?” I tease him.

“Certain,” he snaps regimentally.

“We’re here,” I say halting conversation to walk up to the coffee stand.

“I knew that,” he mumbled.

He glances at the cart, looking it up and down like it needs to be judged and inspected to his high standards.

“What is this?” he interrogates me.

“It’s called a coffee cart in english but in rich boy it might be called something else, I haven’t studied the language yet,” I respond coolly.

“Is this even safe to drink?” Grayson says, some variant of worry wavering in his tone.

“It’s coffee,” I deadpan, “not raw chicken.”

He rolls his eyes in an exaggerated manner.

“I like it and I’m getting some,” I tell him bluntly, “you don’t want to, you don’t have to.”

“No,” he checks his watch, “I need a coffee, this’ll have to do.”

I don’t bother wasting my breath to respond but make a mental note that maybe the Hawthorne wasn’t so different from me, addicted to coffee.

“Hey Jack,” I wave, walking closer to the cart.

I’d known Jack for a good eight years of my life, he was my rock. The smile in endless clouds of grey, the light at the end of the tunnel and of course, most importantly, the coffee provider to my caffeine deprived being.

“Bonsoir sunshine what can I get you,” he grins his usual grin at me, the witty mischief-ridden grin is known since I was nine years old. His eyes slide over Grayson judgementally though when he realises I’m watching him he immediately flicks back to his job.

“The usual of course,” he makes sure.

“You come here often?” Grayson raises an eyebrow, interrupting my answer.

“Just every day,” Jack says, before I can get a word out. I shoot him a look.

Grayson looks at me, “every day?”

“I really like coffee,” I explain with an exaggerated hand gesture.

“Coffee is bad for your health,” he responds almost immediately.

I suppress the hundreds of colourful words exploding in my mind settling for a more well-mannered reply, “well it’s good for my mental stability.”

“She’s addicted now,” Jack adds, “she’ll get withdrawal symptoms without it.”

“Shaking, sweating, you name it, I get it,” I continue.

“That sounds like a serious health condition,” Grayson says, his eyebrows pinching together. It was so soft I could’ve mistakened the expression for concern. But of course, why would he be concerned for me. I must’ve been reading it wrong.

“Hence me buying this coffee,” I tell him.

“Blueberry muffin, on the house,” Jack offers me, as if he didn’t every Friday.

We had a deal, I was allowed to take a free blueberry muffin that came out of his earnings if he kept up to date with his school work. Jack had always had a problem with handing things in on time and concentrating and school wasn’t his strong point. He hated going and was so close to dropping out too many times. That was until I made him stay. I talked him into it and he promises me he doesn’t regret it. It seems this week, he’s turned in all assignments on time.

I smiled, “you mean on the cart?”

“Sure whatever,” he brushes it off, “anything else?”

His eyes dare to skim over Grayson again though he is quick to come back and meet my gaze, his cheeks flush like he’s a child who’s done something wrong.

I turn to Grayson, “what do you want?”

“I’ll pay for myself,” he says shortly, looking slightly offended at my question.

I screw up my nose at him, “I wasn’t going to offer to pay for you asshole.”

“Play nice, sunshine,” Jack teases.

I glare at him and his smile quickly fades.

“You can’t play nice with that,” I glower.

He shoots me a look, the turns to Grayson, “what can I get you sir?”

“It’s not the evening,” Grayson replies.

Jack’s eyes are lost in a blanket of confusion, “sorry?”

“It’s not the evening it’s the afternoon,” he clarifies, as if it made the meaning of his sentence any clearer.

“You’ve lost me sir,” he shakes his head with furrowed brows.

“You said bonsoir but it isn’t the evening,” he chastises, “it’s afternoon and therefore you should’ve said bon après-midi.”

Jack turns to me, bewildered, “is he on drugs?”

“Probably,” I shrug. I wouldn’t be surprised if the rich kid had private access to that sort of stuff, he probably had the lawyers to cover it up as well.

“Are you…” Jack hesitates, “…you know?”

He makes an odd gesture with two fingers as I confuse to stare at him blankly.

“No I don’t know,” I reply.

“Are you with him,” he asks, “romantically.”

I almost choke on my own spit as I bark out a laugh, “oh god no.”

For a fraction of a second a look of relief passes over Jack’s features. Something uninvited tugs at my insides but I quickly ignore it.

“You’d be lucky,” Grayson scoffs.

“Oh he fancies himself,” Jack grins, clearly amused.

“Yeah it’s an ego thing, his is massive,” I explain.

“No it’s not,” the blonde insists.

“In denial as well,” Jack smirks, folding his arms.

“Always,” I say, then turn to Grayson, “now what do you want to drink because if you don’t tell him now I’m taking mine and ditching you.”

“Black coffee, no cream, no sugar,” the answer was instant, rehearsed.

“Ooo you made a hardcore friend,” Jack snickers, I want to slap him.

“We are not friends,” I make clear.

“Yeesh okay,” he raises his eyebrows, lifting his hands up as if he’d been convicted of a crime.

“And let’s be realistic here, rich boy probably has a massive sweet tooth and is too embarrassed to let people know,” I say with a sly smirk.

“Oh one hundred percent!” Jack nods, handing me my cup and muffin.

“I do not,” Grayson mutters, but loudly enough for us both to hear.

“That’s confirmed then,” Jack winks at me.

I giggle as he hands Grayson his drink. We exchange payment and then comes the dreaded point where I actually have to leave to get work done. Usually coming to the library for me was getting to see Jack and getting my coffee, not the actual going to library part.

“See you tomorrow,” I smiled sadly.

“Hopefully without thunder face here,” Jack says.

“I can hear you,” Grayson says curtly, before taking a sip of his coffee.

“I know,” Jack shrugs.

“I hope so too,” I reply to his previous comment, “bye!”

“Bye,” he salutes me as I turn around and begin to walk.

I’m aware that Grayson is by my side but neither of us speak. The only sounds come from our surroundings and the alternating elongated sips of coffee were taking to avoid talking. I practically inhale my muffin, after skipping lunch as school had booked my time table that way.

“I didn’t like the way he looked at you,” Grayson says suddenly with a sour expression on his face.

“The way he looked at me was none of your business,” I reply sharply, indicating for him to drop the subject unless me wanted a fight.

“Well I didn’t like it,” he continued. Fine, he wants a fight.

“I don’t really care,” I shrug, “he’s Jack, he’s been a friend since freaking kindergarten, he’s got no dishonourable intentions.”

A slight exaggerated lie on my part, but I wasn’t ashamed. It feels like I’ve known Jack that long anyway, the technicalities don’t matter.

“You don’t know that,” he states.

“I know that better than anyone now back off okay?” I snap, “or you and I will have a real problem.”

He laughs, “you’re almost adorable when you’re angry.”

“Adorable?” I say, fantasising spitting in his face after that comment.

“Almost,” he corrects me.

“I can throw a good hard punch and I’m not afraid to,” I warn him.

“Oh I’m sure you’re not,” he says, a ghost of a smile twitching on his lips, “I can see as much in your eyes.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I ask, raising my voice a little.

He stays quiet and averts his eyes, deciding to ignore me a continue walking.

“Oh ignore the question, real mature,” I roll my eyes, “so glad I’m having a proper adult conversation.”

Silence hits again, like a sonic boom of nothingness. He doesn’t even look at me. It’s as if I don’t exist, as if in the last three seconds I’ve become an irrelevant invisible being.

I stop Grayson in his tracks and force him to meet my eyes, “stay away from Jack,” I practically growl, “or I’ll fail this assignment on purpose.”

“We both know you wouldn’t damage your perfectionist reputation for petty revenge,” he murmurs, our faces only inches away from one another’s.

“I have a talent for getting myself out of things,” I cock my head to the side in an art of competition, my cheeks flushing at the realisation that I could feel his warm breath on my face.

“How funny,” he counters, “me too.”

His eyes are narrowed to challenge me. Okay Hawthorne, game on.

***

We’ve been researching for an hour with no further conversation. Since our previous altercation neither one of us had so much as looked up from our laptops. The only reason I knew he was still sat opposite me was the sound of his keyboard typing. I get out my textbook and begin to highlight the lines I need to use

“Why are you using six different highlighters?”

The first thing he says to me in an hour is that? I don’t bother looking up.

“Why do you care?” I ask, my eyes flicking over to my work, my hands continuing to highlight information.

“It’s annoying me,” he shrugs.

“Okay,” I reply slowly, “it sounds like more of a you problem to me.”

I look up. Grayson is staring right at me, his steel eyes cold looking on my face. He opens his mouth to reply but my surprise gets there first.

“You wear glasses?” I gape.

“Seen as I’ve had them on for the last hour that would make sense,” he teases.

“I never see you wear them at school,” I explain.

“That’s because I don’t,” he pauses, “why were you looking at me in school?”

“It was just generally, like I’d waste my time looking at you,” I roll my eyes.

Then catch his for a moment. My head tilts to the side. Something feels off about him. He looks warmer, softer, calmer.

“What?” he asks, clearly annoyed.

“You look weird,” I blurt out before my brain can filter it.

“How lovely of you to say,” he replies dryly.

“You don’t look like you,” I say, “you look more…”

Human. That’s what I want to say but I trail off instead.

“More what?” he prompts.

“It doesn’t matter,” I shake my head, getting back to my book. I can feel his eyes on me.

He stares me down quizzically, like he’s trying to work me out, “I know what you’re trying to do.”

“Highlight my textbook in peace? Yeah,” I scoff, “but that’s not really happening anymore.”

“You’re trying to get under my skin,” he seethes.

“By highlighting my book?” I raise my eyebrows.

“In six different colours,” he reminds me, as if I don’t already know.

I sigh, “I dare say that coffee made you even more of a bitch.”

He rolls his eyes, “you really feel the need to use those words?”

“No but I feel the need to punch you,” I retort.

“Well I’m right here, why don’t you?” he challenges.

“Because I have a level of self control,” I shrug gently.

“Are you quite sure?” he asks me.

He doesn’t realise I’m not the kind of girl to question myself just because a man did first. I’m not that kind of girl at all.

“Are you quite finished?” I reply, just a smoothly to mirror him.

“No.”

Our eyes linger on each others and it feels like we share a million unspoken conversation through the patterns of our irises. I’m fixated on him like I’ve been fixated on no other before. It’s not me but that doesn’t make me pull away. His gaze becomes more concentrated, harder to ignore without unwelcome feelings arising so I look back down to my highlighters and pick up for where I left off, except now I had a thumping heart in my chest.

I slide a sweaty palm on my trousers keeping it hidden under the table. I finish up my highlighting and then begin type up the final few notes I have to get done. After that, it’s over. I get to leave, I get my freedom, I get to breathe.

“I’m finished,” he announces when I’m mid sentence. Why is his tone always so articulated, so definitive?

“Okay I’m nearly there,” I say, frantically typing the last of my notes.

“Bit slow,” he comments.

I roll my eyes with no energy to reply. He’s done me in today. I’m exhausted at the thought of more bickering. With a few more clicks of my keyboard I complete all that I wanted to.

“I’m done,” I exhale, “just send me your work so I can proofread and check the facts.”

“You doubt my skill?” he raises an eyebrow.

I shrug, “I don’t know you well enough to trust it.”

“Then send me yours,” he purses his lips, “and I’ll do the same.”

“Okay then,” I say, sending him over my copy slowly.

He opens it and begins to read as I open his. My eyes are just in the middle of the second paragraph when there’s an untimely interrupted.

“It’s a waste of time,” he says suddenly, irritation thick in his tone.

“Not if I find mistakes,” I sing song, not taking my eyes off of his page, knowing full well I’d have to reread this sentence and other four times.

“You won’t,” he snaps.

“Oh take it out!” I exclaim finally, growing too exasperated to keep my feelings at bay.

He grows suddenly extremely confused, providing a perfect answer, “what?”

“The stick, wedged up your backside!” I whisper-yell, exasperated, “just yank it out already.”

“Excuse me!” he widens his eyes, looking highly disgusted.

“You’re rigid as a board, you never smile, your muscles are literally tensed, chill out a little,” I breathe, “I literally just want to check over the notes, why is it nearly world war three?”

“Your imagination is quite something,” he comments, practically ignoring all that I’d just said.

“So is your expressionless face,” I answer with a small shrug.

Grayson’s lips twist into a smile, “you think my face is quite something?”

“Don’t flatter yourself Hawthorne,” I scoff, rolling my eyes.

“I’ll try not to,” he replies.

“It must be hard for you,” I tease.

“Not as hard it is for you to admit you like my face,” he continues to smirk, annoying twinging through me with each curve of his mouth.

“If liking it means I want to spit in it, then yeah I really like your face,” I reply.

He leans over the table, getting closer, “you’re revolting.”

“Get the dictionary out for the next adjective,” I taunt him, “there’s one behind you.”

He doesn’t respond and I take that as my win. His eyes just become fixated on my notes all of a sudden. My stomach dances a little. I feel nervous, why do I feel nervous? It’s just Grayson, reading my notes… but my leg is bouncing up and down and I’m holding my breath without realising it. The clock has never ticked so loudly.

I focus on his notes and unfortunately realise he’s right. There are no mistakes. How annoying. I wanted to make him feel stupid for being so arrogant but he had a right to be. His work was practically perfect. Of course there are things I would’ve written differently but it didn’t taken away from the fact that his work was masterful.

“There’s a mistake,” he says suddenly.

Damn it.

“What?” I ask.

“In your work,” he smiles, almost proudly.

“Okay?” I say, “that’s why we proof things, hence proving my earlier point of the important of proofreading.”

“You got the date wrong,” he explains.

“Which one?” I furrow my brows, dates were the first thing I checked usually. It wasn’t like me to make mistakes on them unless I was distracted.

“1922 should be 1923,” he counters, showing me on his screen.

“Must’ve been a typo,” I shrug.

“Or poor research,” he replied smugly.

“Well I’ve written down 1923,” I tap my pen on my paper notes, “so it must have been a typo,”

“Well you should proofread more carefully then?” he says.

“Maybe I should’ve,” I nod.

He’s got nothing left to say. He can’t argue with me if I’ve agreed with him. Silence hit us like the dead. You could cut the tension with a knife.

“Just correct it,” I finally breathe.

“I will,” he says, tapping at the keys.

“Done?” I ask once he’s finished.

“Done,” he consolidates.

“Great so now we can leave,” I say, standing up, a little too eager to get out.

“Not yet,” Grayson tells me, his words slow and staccato.

“What is this? Some sort of damnation? I want to go home,” I exclaim.

“Well we need to seal our work with our fingerprints,” he explains.

I stare at him blankly, it feels like he’s just said something to me in a strange foreign language, “what?”

“Put fingerprint recognition onto the data base so only we can open our work,” he clarifies, as if it makes it any easier for me to understand.

“Why?” I ask cluelessly.

“So no one can hack into it,” he replies.

“Why do you say it likes it’s obvious?” I say.

“Because it is obvious,” he shrugs.

“Only you would have a fingerprint recognition for school assignments,” I roll my eyes.

“Well I want them secure,” he says.

“Clearly,” I snort.

He opens his mouth to reply but I interrupt him before he can get there.

“Let’s just get this over with, I want to go home tonight,” I sigh.

“Fine,” he says, “you just have to tap here.”

I place my finger where he directed it but it didn’t work. Huffing, I jab my finger at the screen a few times harshly. I’m surprised I don’t break the screen.

“I said tap, not murder,” Grayson says.

“I’m imagining it’s your face,” I growl back, still tapping relentlessly at the uncooperative piece of technology.

“It’s cute you think you’d even get close to touching my face,” he replies cooly.

I smack his forehead sharply. His reflexes aren’t fast enough to register it until the act is done. He sits there, stunned and blinking.

“Still cute?” I ask, batting my eyelashes.

“Adorable,” he growls, a sarcastic venom dripping from every letter.

I groan, as the fingerprint fails me again, “it’s not working.”

“You’re doing it wrong,” he tusks.

“Come on then genius,” I roll my eyes, “show me how it’s done.”

I’m surprised when he takes my hand gently and guides it to the screen. That familiar jolt in my stomach returns. He’s so delicate with me, as if I’m worthy of being treated fragile. He applies light pressure to the tip of my thumb so the fingerprint recognition goes through, his eyes fixated on the screen. Mine are on him.

“There, that’s how it’s done,” he says, snapping me out of my thoughts. The screen lit up green.

He let go of my hand and a wave of shame rolls over me because I’m disappointed he let go.

“Good then,” I nod, mentally telling myself to stop thinking such nonsense, “I need to get home.”

“It’s 6pm,” he deadpans.

“And I need to get home,” I repeat, remembering what an aggravating human being he could be. It washed away any tentative hand touch in an instant.

“But the assignment-“

“We have three weeks,” I say, “don’t get your kickers in a twist Barbie 2.0.”

“The names keep getting better,” he grits through his teeth.

“Well practice makes perfect,” I tease, enjoying myself a little too much

“Doesn’t it just,” he smiles sarcastically.

I sigh shaking my head, “why did she have to pair me with you?”

“I don’t know why you’re complaining, you got the better end of the bargain,” he says with a laboured laugh.

I pause and stare at him, “how?”

“You were partnered with me,” he states, “I’m coherent, cohesive, co-“

“Too many co words Mr,” I cut in.

“But I got you,” he says.

“You say it as if I’m a piece of shit on your shoe,” I practically spit at him. I hate the way me makes me feel inferior.

“Well you’re not exactly pleasant to be around,” Grayson defends, leaning back in his chair.

“Ditto.”

“You’re annoying, irritating-“

“They’re literally synonyms of each other,” I yell over him, earning myself a stern look from the librarian.

“I mean you’re clearly very argumentative,” he says, gesturing his hands as if I were proving his point, “but I wouldn’t put it past you, after all I’m presuming your background didn’t give you lessons in etiquette.”

I clench my jaw to keep it from dropping. I knew he was nasty but I didn’t know he could be cruel.

“My background?” I question him. I know what he means, I just want to see if he’s brave enough this stick his neck out and explain it

“You’re a scholarship student,” he shrugs.

“How do you know that,” I ask quickly.

No one is meant to know that. The headmaster assured me no one could possibly find out and yet Grayson Hawthorne knew. How funny. He only shrugs in response, he wasn’t going to let up that information. He could see it meant something to me.

“I know you think you’re king of the world and all that but it wouldn’t kill you to take your head out of your ass every once in a while and breath some fresh air,” I raise my voice a little, wildly furious.

“Must you be so creative with your insults,”he asks dryly

“Must you be so blatantly rude with yours,” I shoot back.

“So it’s not true?” he replies.

“You don’t have the right to judge me on what you think you know about my life,” I snap fiercely.

He raises his eyebrows, “sorry, did I hit a nerve?”

“You hit nothing,” I mutter.

He smiles to himself, he knows he hit something.

“I’ll be leaving now then, see you later,” I say, the annoyance too thick in my tone for me to hide. I stand up and grab my bag.

“Wait!” he calls.

I spin around, “what?”

“I need your number,” he says slowly.

“You don’t need to sound so desperate,” I smirk.

“I need it to text you the times to meet up and work on the assignment,” he clarifies with an infamous eye roll.

“You don’t need to use that as an excuse blondie,“ I say.

“How can someone some on so intelligent be so utterly exasperating,” Grayson groans.

My cheeks heat up. He thinks I’m intelligent. He values my mind.

“It’s a talent,” I grinned back.

He rolls his eyes as I write down my number and hand it to him.

“There.”

“Thank you,” he nods at me.

“Wow,” my eye widen in shock, “you can be civil!”

“Every once in a while,” he shrugs delicately.

I almost smile but suppress it. Quickly I stack all of the books I’d borrowed to out them away on my way out. Though as I go to carry the pile his voice stops me.

“You’re never going to able to carry all of those books,” he says.

“You don’t need to underestimate me Hawthorne, you’ve done that too much today,” I tell him.

“Watch me defy your so called fact then,” I retort, lifting all eight volumes on top of one another into my arms.

“I’m not underestimating you,” Grayson replies, “I’m stating a fact.”

It’s heavier than I’d estimated which is the first shock. They sit unstably, wobbling and threatening to come cluttering to the floor. But he could not be right. I wouldn’t buckle. I wouldn’t drop anything. I’m not a failure.

“Need some help there?” he tilts his head to the side.

“No,” I say, my strained voice giving me away.

“You look like you’re struggling,” he comments.

“Well I’m not,” I reply, feeling that my face is rosy from sheer effort.

He looks at me, “are you sure?”

“Very,” I grunt, my arms burning with the weight.

“I’ll save you the stubborn act and the library damage fee and take some,” he rolls his eyes.

“I said I’m fine-“

He takes a large sum of books from the top. My arms relax slightly as I glare at him.

“If you drop them you’ll like an idiot,” he explains.

“I wouldn’t have dropped them,” I state.

“Okay, whatever you say,” he replies.

“Don’t use my saying on me,” I say.

“It’s not yours,” he shrugs, “you didn’t create it.”

“I used it earlier, that’s close enough,” I tell him.

“Sure.”

We come to an abrupt halt in conversation and both turn back to back to put the books back to their respected areas. I see one in my pile that has a page marked. I flick to it and pause to skim over the contents.

“What are you reading?”

He almost makes me jump, I didn’t hear him sneak up behind me.

“An article,” I say, tying to keep my voice from trembling after the shock.

I can feel him now breathing down my neck, his chest almost touches my back. My pulse races, skyrocketing a little too far.

“Who’s it by?“ he asks.

My eyes flick to the bottom of the page where I read aloud my response, “am anonymous writer.”

He scrunches his nose up, “what good an article with an anonymous author?”

“It’s not about who wrote it, it’s about the impact it has,” I say.

“I disagree, if I wrote a life changing article I’d want people to know I’d written it,” he replies.

“Of course you want more,” I scoff, stacking the books a little too aggressively.

Classic Hawthorne. The second I think he might not be so bad he goes ahead and reminds me of exactly why I hate people like him.

“Want more?” he furrows his brows.

“You want the glory of it, your name talked about, your legacy preserved,” I snap.

“So I can’t want anything?” he shoots back with venom on his tongue.

“You’re a rich, stuck up prick, like all the rest of them at that school,” I laugh bitterly, “your grandfather is a billionaire, what could you possibly want that isn’t already at your fingertips?”

“You don’t have the right to judge me on what you think you know about my life,” he quotes me.

“Bite me Hawthorne,” I snarl, spinning around.

He catches my wrist and the corners of his mouth lift to form a smirk. A twinge of hatred shifts in my stomach as I glare at him.

“Any other requests?” he raises an eyebrow.

“Don’t play that game with me,” I say, my voice low and dangerous.

“And what game might that be?” he asks, our faces inching closer by the second. The butterflies madly gnawing on my internal organs.

“You know what you’re doing,” I mutter, as my fingers clasp around his wrist too.

His smiles broadens and his silver eyes ignite, “and what is it that I am doing?”

“Stop,” I snap at him. We’re so close now that our foreheads could touch with the slightest of movements.

“Stop what?” he questions me, his voice so hushed it send a shiver down my spine.

“I’m going to strangle you,” I growl, the sound coming from the back of my throat. An uninvited passion rippling through my tone.

“I’d like to see you try,” he murmurs, snaking a hand around my waist. A soft gasp escapes my lips at the warmth and tenderness of his touch. He holds me like I’m breakable. It makes me vulnerable and I hate it yet I don’t tell him to stop. I come to horrible realisation that maybe I don’t want him to.

“I swear to god Hawthorne-“

“Shhhhh,” he says, eyes pinned to mine.

“What are you doing?” I ask breathlessly. All the oxygen previously in my lungs had been sucked out mercilessly by his tentative being.

“Just shut up for one second,” he snaps.

Fury lights inside of me and the spark of rage burns brighter than ever, “don’t tell me to shut-“

“Shhhhh,” he murmurs, placing a gentle finger to my lips.

My mouth obeys without my brain’s consent and my voice ceases. It’s just him and I and the silence around us. My heart thumps in my chest, so loudly it rattles through my ears. Slowly, almost cautiously, my own hands slide up his back as if some other world force is tugging them that way. I know I don’t want to do this but a familiar aching for deprived feeling was forcing me to.

“What are we doing Grayson?” I say, the words barely heard.

“I don’t know,” he whispers, “all I know is, you drive me insane.”

“Funny,” I smile softly, “you drive me insane too.”

His pupils dilate as we get closer. An entrancing monochrome kaleidoscope, only black and grey. Our foreheads meet, pressing into one another. It feels so natural, so right. His hands tighten slightly around the small of my back, as my eyelash graze his cheek, tickling him lightly. I can feel his breath on my face and his heart beating against my own. Our lips go to meet and-

“We’re closing the library now.”

I jerk backwards to suddenly my back smacks into the shelves of books behind me. Pain surges through my spinal cord and I bite my lip to keep me from crying out. My eyes become glossy as previously stacked books thump to the floor. I look up to see the librarian standing there.

I cough, picking up the books, “thanks, we were just leaving.”

She raises a brow but doesn’t say another word. I feel my cheeks burn a feverish red. I don’t meet Grayson’s eyes as I spin on my heels and charge out.

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† Scandalous Consequences †

† Chapter I †

† For this story the humans use a shot to breath pandora air †

† Based on this request †

† Pairing: Aonung aged up x Fem human reader †

† Summary: You didn’t know that one night with Aonung would change your life forever

† Warnings: One night stand, Smut 18+, P in V, Dom Aonung, Sub reader, Belly bulge, Creampie, Rude Aonung.

† Total word count: 2,263 †

† Translation(s): Translation(s): Marui -> Home, Tsne sevin tawtute.. atut oe si nga zir tsìltsan -> Shh pretty human, let me make you feel good, Nafì'u a tsìltsan 'eve su oe -> Such a good girl for me, 'upe lu keyawr hì'i 'aw -> What’s wrong little one?, Hahaw lu losk. Oe mkna efuu säfpìlh -> Sleep is overrated. I have better ideas, Oe rnua si tsal ha -> I’ll make it fit, Syulang -> Flower, Kehe, nga’lur venatal lu ou sonfey pam -> No, your moans are my favorite sound, Tewng -> Loincloth, Tawtute -> Human, Sa’nok -> Mother, Ma’Itan -> My son, Vrrtep -> Demon.

† A/N: This took so long to get out I’m sorry

It wasn't supposed to happen like this, it was one thing that now led to you being stuck with the metkayina prince, Aonung.

When Jake had called in saying they needed new coms and some amo for his guns, Norm had instructed you to come with him and Max to drop off the supplies which you happily agreed too.

It had been so long since you saw the sully's ever since they left the forest to seek uturu in the metkayina village.

The flight there took exactly 4 days as you made your way over the vast ocean towards awa'atlu, your heart beat in excitement knowing you'd be able to see your friends again.

As the helicopter landed on the beach a sea of metkayina crowded around the alien machine curious on what it is and why it's there.

Immediately spotting Jake you jumped out the helicopter and ran up to him hugging him, he chuckled at this since you barely reached past his belly button but nevertheless he was happy to see you.

You helped him carry the boxes of equipment to his marui, technically he had to carry you aswell since the bouncy walkway kept making you almost fall.

Once reaching the marui your greeted by the rest of the sullys who are eager to hug you once Jake sets you down.

The sullys were like your second family, you were always with them when they still lived in the forest, even Neytiri loved you despite her hate for humans.

As the time came for you, Max and Norm to leave a bad storm came rolling in. The weather became too bad for flying in so you three had to stay until the storm passed.

You were each given your own temporary marui and Aonung offered to start the fire for each of you so you could cook your meals and also stay warm.

When it came time for Aonung to start the fire in your marui you and him began talking, that talking soon led to him leaning in to kiss you.

"A-Aonung wha-" "Tsne sevin tawtute.. atut oe si nga zir tsìltsan.." he murmured softly finally capturing your lips with his. The kiss was soft but passionate, one of his hands moved to your hip while the other went to your cheek gently stroking it.

The metkayina carefully picked you up before getting up and walking over to the bed, slowly he got down placing you onto the soft bedding never breaking the kiss.

The size difference between you both made him feel even more arousad to where he couldn't hardly control himself, he broke the kiss only to trail wet kisses to your neck sucking and nipping at the skin.

You moaned softly turning your head to give the man more access, "Nafì'u a tsìltsan 'eve su oe" he praised.

Slight realization hits you and your using most of your strength to try and push him off, confused Aonung leans up still hovering over you "'upe lu keyawr hì'i 'aw?"

Looking away still you avoided his gaze "We can't do this.. it's wrong and we should be sleeping." You spoke quietly.

Aonung sighed moving one of his hands to your chin forcing you to look at him as he spoke "Hahaw lu losk. Oe mkna efuu säfpìlh."

His eyes locked with yours and slowly you nodded your head giving him the ok, the metkayina brought one of your hands to his lips gently kissing each individual finger before doing the same to your other hand.

Placing your hands back down he helped take off the baggy shirt you wore along with your bra, panties, and shorts so you were left bare under his lustful gaze.

Leaning back down Aonung placed a soft kiss on your lips until he trailed those kisses down your body all while keeping eye contact with you.

Aonung knows you won't be able to properly take him unless he prepares you, it's taking him so much restraint to hold back instead of pouncing on you taking it for himself.

A shiver runs down your spine as you feel his hot breath against your pussy, his long tongue runs up and down your slit slowly before two of his fingers spread your lips open.

Instantly his mouth waters at the sight and he dives in, one of his fingers prodes at your entrance till it slips inside curling against your sweet spot.

Soft moans leave your lips as your hands reached down tangling themselves in his hair, “Aonung!..” you squealed feeling your orgasm approaching rapidly.

Aonung grinned against your folds slipping yet another finger inside you “Yes pretty girl?” He purred, his thick na’vi accent making you clench around his fingers.

Before you could reach your climax he removed his fingers from your now dripping pussy bringing them to his lips sucking your juices off.

Your skin warmed as you watched him but quickly looked away as his gaze set on you, a low growl rumbled through Aonungs chest as he grabbed your chin forcing you to look at him “Keep your eyes on me beautiful.”

Obeying you kept your eyes on him watching as he now let go of you to quickly untie his tewng throwing it off to the side, shit he was massive..

The metkayina smirked seeing your eyes widen, he knew he was going to have fun ruining you for everyone else. “W-will it even fit?” You asked softly wondering if this was a good idea.

Aonung didn’t respond at first, he quickly moved between your legs positioning his hard cock at your entrance “Oe rnua si tsal ha'” he murmured now slipping his cockhead past your entrance slowly stretching you out.

The stretch burned worse than his fingers, your body felt like it was on fire. Aonung noticed tears threatening to fall from your eyes and stilled his movements leaning down to pepper loving kisses along your face, neck, and chest.

“Shh syulang it’s ok” he spoke softly giving you time to adjust to his size, once the burning sensation started going away you tapped his shoulder giving him the ok to start moving again.

Slowly he began moving pushing more of his length into you, finally he bottomed out and a prominent buldge could be seen in your stomach.

The last of Aonungs resolve crumbled, he pulled out halfway before snapping his hips into yours making a choked out moan leave your lips.

His pace was brutal not caring how fragile your small body was, one of your hands gripped onto his arm while the other covered your mouth muffling your moans.

Huffing Aonung picked up his pace, his heavy balls slapping against your ass “Kehe, nga’lur venatal lu ou sonfey pam!”

One of his hands stayed next to your head holding himself up while the other yanked the hand that was covering your mouth off. “T-they wi-will he-h-he-” “Let them hear how good I’m making you feel, I do not care” he cut you off hissing.

Your orgasm was building up fast again as well as Aonungs, but him being a “gentleman” he held back wanting you to cum first.

Using his free hand he pushed down on the bulge on your stomach making the coil inside you snap, you screamed as your orgasm washed over you, your walls clenching around his now throbbing cock.

Aonung groaned rolling his eyes back feeling you get even tighter if that’s even possible, with one last hard thrust he buried himself deep inside of you spilling his seed in your womb.

You both stayed in that position for awhile until the metkayina pulled away, his now softed cock slipping out of you with a wet pop. Reaching over he got a cloth that was tied to his tewng and proceeded to clean you up as best as he could without hurting you.

He then cleaned himself up putting his tewng back on afterwards, looking over he saw how tired and worn out you were so he helped you put your own clothes back on “You did so well tawtute..but this will never happen again.”

His voice was the last thing you heard as you drifted off to sleep.

The next morning came fast with the suns rays shining through slits in the marui, your eyes fluttered open expecting to see Aonung but he wasn’t there.

Confused you sat up looking around, you thought he would’ve stayed after what happened but apparently not. The flaps of the marui burst open with an exhausted Max walking through “Let’s go y/n, Norm is waiting for us.”

Nodding you stoood up wincing at the pain between your legs as you and Max left the marui stepping onto the bouncy walkway, the walk to the helicopter was short but felt long since you had to navigate your way past the na’vi.

The sullys were waiting for you as you finally reached it, you bid everyone goodbye before stepping inside after Max. The blades started spinning as the helicopter rose taking off back to the forest.

5 months have passed by, you got back into your normal routine just helping out the scientists, except now occasionally running to the bathroom throwing up.

That wasn’t even the worse part of this, you realized 3 months after you came back that you were pregnant. Wanting to keep it to yourself you never told anyone and if anyone ever did ask you’d just say it was food poisoning.

Eventually you grew concerned, you were carrying a half na’vi half human child in your womb but your stomach only had a small bump which you could cover easily.

Sighing you made your way out the human outpost and towards the village, eywa it was only a 10 minute walk yet you were already tired.

Upon reaching the village you walked to the healers tent stepping inside, Mo’at who was alone in there just grinding some herbs lifted her head smiling at you.

“My child, what brings you here?” She asked raising a non existent eyebrow since you did not seem to be injured, hesitantly you walked over now kneeling infront of her.

Before you can speak she smiled “Does it have something to do with the child growing inside you?”

Your eyes widened in surprise “How- how did you-” , “I am tsahik darling I always know.” Well that was true but it still shocked you.

“You must go back to the metkayina clan” she spoke standing up placing the now grounded herbs on a small desk.

Huffing in disbelief you stood up carefully “I will not, I have no reason to go back there.”

The tsahik chuckled quietly to herself “My dear” she began turning towards you “You mated with a metkayina and now are carrying his child, you must go back.”

You can’t believe your going back to awa’atlu, Mo’at had you pack all your belongings which wasn’t much then get into one of the helicopters with her following behind.

Naturally she didn’t want to ride in the alien machine but she did not have a choice, her ikran was killed in the first war and she has not bonded with another since then.

It was rare for tsahiks to venture off leaving the village but she planned everything out, her prized student would take over as acting tsahik while she was away which would only be for a few days.

The ride to awa’atlu was annoying as it was last time, you stayed quiet most of the flight there only engaging in conversation if someone wanted to speak with you.

After 4 long days the village came into sight and once again it landed in the same spot with netkayina gathering around the machine.

You stepped out first then Mo’at moving through the sea of metkayina towards the healers tent where Ronal would be and surely she was.

Mo’at gestured for you to stay outside while she went in to discuss the situation with the tsahik of the metkayina. A few moments pass before both tsahiks walk out with Ronal glaring daggers at you.

“We have decided” Mo’at spoke first, you were confused till you saw Aonung walking over with his ears pinned back against his head.

He stood next to his mother Ronal as she now spoke “You will stay here with my son as you two are now mates” “But sa’nok..” “It is decided ma’itan!” She hissed.

Mo’at gave you a soft smile along with words of encouragement as she walked away back to the helicopter, you watched as she got inside and the helicopter slowly rised till flying away.

Looking back to Aonung and Ronal you gulped quietly, Aonung was narrowing his eyes at you while his mother was yelling at him in na’vi gesturing towards you.

His gaze fell to the ground as Ronal turned to look at you “You will stay in my sons marui of course and I will come by later to check how you are doing” she said with a fake smile.

Not wanting to anger her more you simply nodded turning towards Aonung since Ronal walked back into the healers tent.

“I-” “Do not speak to me vrrtep!” He hissed at you turning around walking off leaving you alone. Aonung couldn’t believe what was happening to him, he didn’t want a mate especially not a human mate.

Groaning in frustration he made his way to a certain marui hoping to relive some of his stress before having to return to you.

[thebeast-dennis-etcetera]

Man, Myth, Legend

You waited and waited and waited some more until Jethro’s voicemail began playing.

“He thinks he’s so clever,” you grumbled to yourself as you sent him a text. Not like he would respond back but at least your two cents was thrown in there.

It was bad enough he made you stay behind with Tony instead of joining him, Ziva and McGee to his HOMETOWN. But now he wants to ignore your calls too? Granted, the calls would have only been you pestering him with all kinds of questions but nevertheless, he should still pick up the phone. What if you were in danger?!

“C’mon Probie. Let’s see if Abby has anything for us,” DiNozzo stated while walking by.

You locked your phone and huffed in annoyance before joining him in the elevator.

“You can stop calling me that Tony. I’ve been working with you guys for like a year now.”

“I know. But I just love how much it bugs you.”

You rolled your eyes at his teasing and followed after him once the doors opened.

Abby gave you two the rundown on the blood analysis before McGee’s face popped up on her screen.

“Gibbs has a father!”

You ran over with Tony while they gave all of you the much needed info on the Gibbses. Jethro had told you he grew up in Stillwater and wasn’t exactly the towns poster child but he never really spoke more than that, let alone about his father.

“I’m coming. I’m leaving,” Tony stuttered.

“Well you’re not going without me,” you added.

“Not unless you’ve found a way that people in town might have thought Ethan LaCombe was alive,” McGee answered right back.”

————

You and Tony sat in the Bullpen, throwing different questions each others way as you wanted for your next orders.

“So do you think he like got ran out of town and that’s why he hasn’t been back?” Tony asked, tapping a pen against his mouth in thought.

“I don’t know but I wouldn’t put it past him if it were true. Do you think his high school girlfriends still live there?”

Tony gave you a puzzled look which you quickly defended.

“I mean I’m just curious since most small town people don’t really move out past their county.”

“I doubt he’s dinner dating with any of his past flings probie. Plus, how is it you don’t know anything about Gibb’s past but you two are together?”

“You know he doesn’t talk much. Especially about his past. It was like pulling teeth when I asked him where he was born!”

As if his ears were burning, your phone began ringing as Jethro’s face popped up on your screen. Making a face for Tony to be quiet, you answered.

“Oh, look at that, you know how to call people all of a sudden.”

“I was busy. Talking with people,” he justified.

“People like your dad? Or the townspeople? McGee said you’re already ruffling feathers.”

“Well McGee needs to stop gossiping. I talked with Chad Winslow and his family. They’re hiding something. I want you and DiNozzo to get a search warrant together for blood samples and financial records.”

“Uh. A please would be nice.”

“Please. Honey,” he charmed, making you smile like a school girl. You’d do anything for him if he added those words afterwards.

“Much better. I’m assuming you won’t be home tonight?”

“No. We’ve got a lot of work to do here and I don’t see anyone being cooperative any time soon.”

You silently pouted but Jethro knew you like the back of his hand.

“Don’t pout. You, Abby and DiNozzo can come tomorrow afternoon. We’ll need help executing those warrants once they’re approved and Abby will need to examine the blood quickly.”

You beamed with excitement, catching Tony’s attention. You both said your goodbyes and Tony came over to give you a high five.

“I’m driving though. You suck at obeying the speed limit,” he established.

“That doesn’t count! Baskin Robbin’s was closing in 10 minutes and you encouraged me!”

————

We pulled up to the scene of the crime as smoke was still slowly coming from the wreckage. Thank God no one was in the car when it exploded. Jethro hasn’t even been in town more than 2 days and people are already trying to blow him up!

You gave McGee and Ziva a greeting before following Tony in the little store. It was stuffy and warm but the place was cute with all the natural lighting and small town vibes.

You and Tony saw an older man standing behind the register whom you could only assume was Jethro’s dad based on the eyes.

Just as Tony went to introduce himself, Jethro came from the back and interrupted. As they both talked, you made your way over to the counter.

“Hi, I’m Y/N.”

“Jackson Gibbs. Leroy told me about you but he left out just how stunning you were,” he flirted as you two shook hands.

“I see where Jethro gets his charm from.” you two chuckled together before Jethro came over looking displeased.

We took the rental to Jackson’s house as he led us to the garage where the most beautiful Dodge Charger sat.

“That’s right. I said we.”

You hopped in the backseat as Jethro peeled out onto the street like a bat out of hell, passing the shocked faces of the team and sporting the biggest grin on his face.

At the Winslow house, Jethro advised you to stay behind with Senior.

“Fine by me. Someone’s got to tell me what the great Leroy Jethro Gibbs was like as a kid,” you jested as he rolled his eyes and shook his head.

You sat on the porch steps with Jackson as he started the conversation first.

“I’m glad Leroy found someone again. You know after Shannon and Kelly, I thought he’d never find love again. But you seem to make him happy.”

“I try. And he makes me happy. It hasn’t been years but I think we’re good for each other.”

“I just don’t understand how you two even came about. Someone like you, so beautiful and elegant should be dating someone similar. Like that DiNozzo guy.”

You laughed at the thought of you and Tony together.

“Jethro is much more sensitive and approachable than people think. And Tony? No, he’s far too..rockstar for me. Jethro just has that personality that grounds you and uplifts you at the same time. I’ve never felt it with anyone before.”

“Spoken like someone truly in love,” he stated with a smile.

You blushed at the thought and you two continued talking until it was time to leave.

Back at the store, McGee and Abby went over their findings as you stood next to Jethro, your hand brushing against his. You saw a small smirk appear on his face as he listened.

It wasn’t long before you guys had enough evidence to arrest Nick Kingston and his 2 accomplices and telling the awkward news of Ethan being Emily’s brother. You all stayed the night at Jackson’s place as he told you all stories of his great adventures before leaving the next morning.

“You’ve got a good one here Leroy. Don’t let her go,” Jackson praised to his son as he looked at you.

“Oh I don’t plan on it.”

You gave Jackson a farewell hug as he gave the Charger keys to Jethro and stuck your tongue out at Tony when you were the chosen passenger.

In the car, you pulled him in for a kiss and smiled. “I like your dad. We should come see him again soon.”

Jethro just shook his head and smiled before driving off.

[pillow-anime-talk]

Hi. For your event, can i request 42 with Poseidon? Also, he/him pronouns, please.

# tags: scenario; kinda friends with benefits; romance, i guess; smut; yandere!poseidon; human!reader; nsfw

warnings: mention of sex and sexual activities, size kink, blowjob, deep throat, choking, crying, slut names

includes: male reader ft. poseidon {ror}

author’s note: hi and thank you, anonnie!

42. “… You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

Each of the gods had their favorite people; Zeus adored those who were hardworking and worshiped him, Hercules loved every human being regardless of their character or manner, Apollo liked poets, especially those who wrote about him, Medusa only loved women who had experienced a lot of bad in their lives, and the only people Hades liked were the dead ones. Poseidon also had his one favorite human

It was a simple man with no worries and with adoration to the sea; maybe you liked swimming or surfing, maybe you just liked the view of the sea and its atmosphere in the evening, or maybe you just loved watching programs related to the deep. Nevertheless, you were curious about the water and what secrets it holds.

And meeting Poseidon was only a matter of time for you. It’s just that one day the King of all Oceans appeared on the beach where you were and without a word of objection took you to his underwater kingdom; that same day you became his personal toy and pet, who received from him both small gifts in the form of pearls, but also spanking and long hours spent in bed, which gave him a lot of pleasure (and you too).

Most of the time you were on land: working, studying, and hanging out with your family, but when Poseidon was bored, wanted some body pleasure, or just wanted to hold you on his lap while observing his realm, he would send sea creatures for you or he personally took you to his place.

After all, water is everywhere, and since water is everywhere, so is Poseidon too.

{ ･ﾟ✧ }

That day you spent time next to the fair-haired god, who calmly sat on his huge throne, listening to the requests of sea fish and other creatures. He reluctantly granted their wishes, immediately ordering them to leave the palace. His eyebrows were tight and his eyes cold; he looked serious, dignified, but also really attractive, much better than any man you’ve ever met on the ground.

Spending time with the God od Water made you know him much better – you knew what he wanted, what annoyed him, what he liked and cherish. And at that moment he just wanted sex. Thats all. It was both a human and a divine need.

“… You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.” You said slightly amused, not yet realizing how your behavior might be perceived.

“Stupid?” His indescribable gaze rested on your eyes, then your shoulders, waist and thighs. Your human clothes were fun and incongruous with the decor of the great throne room. “On your knees.” He said in a loud voice, moving his hand and then close the huge iron door to the room. With a slight smile, though also uncertainty on your heart, you approached the god, sitting right in front of him. “You better make me feel good, because this could be our last meeting.” He added in a more weary tone and you nodded. You would never say ‘No’ to him.

With a slow movement of your fingers, you took off the lower part of Poseidon’s clothes; his cock was so huge and glittered more than the mentioned above pearls. You licked your upper lip with relish and after a short while taking his dick in your mouth. Due to the length, you helped yourself with a hand that took the lower part of the cock and tightened it a bit.

While sex itself was a nice thing for Poseidon, watching your almost animalistic behavior while giving him pleasure seemed to be even more fun for him. Your mobilization, your desire to please him, fear of killing your person and your devotion to him was a satisfying sight.

“Suck it faster and harder, cumslut.” He grunted, resting his cheek on his clenched hand.

The sound of choking echoed through the light-colored walls, and the first tears appeared in your eyes. The head of the dick was banging against the back of your throat, almost tearing it apart, and the other hand was taking care of the balls. You sucked his cock hard and passionately, massaging the skin on his muscular thighs and both testicles at the same time. You could even feel your underwear soaking with your own juices, hungry for touch and some pain.

“How pathetic. Crying in front of another man like a typical whore. Even goddesses of lust aren’t as horny as you.” He chuckled throatily, watching your reaction to his comment. Your cheeks flushed red and your heart sped up. You didn’t say anything but sucked on his cock more and more. “Try harder and maybe one day I’ll ask my little brother to make you a cock-sucking hero.”

[theflyingfeeling]

two sweaty, horny dudes ✅

sauna ✅

no plot ✅

enjoy 💦

(or: Olli/Allu get it on at the band's sauna evening for no reason whatsover other than simply wanting each other so goddamn much)

~*~

Don't bother, Joonas, let's leave the IT club to nerd about whatever in peace.

Niko's teasing words had barely stopped echoing in the sauna when Olli's lips were already on Aleksi's shoulder, his tongue peeking out to lick a droplet of sweat above his collarbone. The boldness made Aleksi inhale sharply before nudging Olli away, although there was nothing in the world he wanted more than Olli's mouth on his skin.

"Don't," he whispered. "Not here..." Olli looked up at him from under hooded eyelids and the long lashes that framed his darkened eyes, and suddenly Aleksi could no longer remember why he was denying Olli anything at all. That was why he made no effort to stop Olli when he leaned further in to take a mouthful of Aleksi's skin just below his earlobe in his mouth; in fact, Aleksi tilted his head to give Olli more room to do so and hoped the tinted glass door of the sauna would veil their...carnal activities.

By the time they heard the showers being turned off and the door to the changing room closing, Aleksi was already half-hard from Olli's hot, wet kisses and his fingers digging into Aleksi's inner thigh. By the time the last noises of laughter and friendly banter died out in the next room, Olli was already lying down on the top bench of the sauna, back arching and low moans filling the small room as Aleksi mouthed his stomach with hungry, sloppy kisses landing all around his navel and along the happy trail to savour the salty taste as much as to worship the sweet softness of his belly. By the time Aleksi finally touched the tip of Olli's pulsing cock with his tongue, Olli was but a squirming mess under his touch, all but begging Aleksi to take him in his mouth.

The long, lingering licks Aleksi left on Olli's cock drove Olli crazy – Aleksi knew this from the way Olli's groans adopted a more needy undertone – but he had no intention to fulfil Olli's wordless pleas before he'd have the man tremble for it.

"Ale, I need to cum so bad," Olli panted, grinding his erection against Aleksi's lips that were now leaving light kisses along Olli's hardness. A lone drop of precum appeared at the tip, which Aleksi is quick to kiss away.

"Ale, please," Olli was practically whining now, "please let me cum in your mouth.

"Are you close?" Aleksi asked, although he knew the answer when he took Olli in his hand and felt it twitch in his fingers, and when he saw how Olli's abdomen contracted from the touch, and when he heard the litany of swear words leaving Olli's mouth.

"So fucking close I'm gonna cum on your face if you're not gonna take me in your mouth soon."

There was no doubt Aleksi wouldn't have loved that either, and he almost told Olli so; nevertheless, he guided Olli's cock in between his waiting lips. Hollowing his cheeks, he began sucking in rhythm with Olli's groans, making sure to let his lips graze against the sensitive tip before swallowing down again until his septum ring was nearly touching Olli's pubes. He felt Olli throbbing against his tongue, twitching in between his lips, thrusting towards the ceiling under his hands that rested on Olli's hip bones, and with every lust-filled movement Aleksi felt as if there were two, fatally horny wolves inside him: one that was determined to keep Aleksi bobbing his head up and down to help Olli reach his peak sooner rather than later, and one that was curious to see how long Aleksi could keep Olli on the edge before they'd both lose their minds.

Eventually his motive to please Olli outplayed any other, more selfish desire he might have had and he tightened his lips around Olli's cock. Olli buckled his lips uncontrollably when Aleksi added a hand to the base of his hard-on to massage it, to feel Olli's arousal under his fingertips, to revel in every twitch and throb that inspired Aleksi's own aching cock that stood neglected between his thighs. He was desperate to touch himself – he was only human, after all – but as it turned out, his hands had far more important tasks to tend to: while the other was busy gripping Olli's cock, the other had sneaked up to Olli's chest to bury his fingers in the bush of chest hair which Aleksi so loved; which Olli so loved to leave peeking from the collar of his shirt just to drive Aleksi crazy; which Aleksi couldn't wait to cover in his white semen again, like he had done just the other night on the couch of his studio.

Nearly lost in the memory of frotting himself on Olli's chest, Aleksi was almost caught off guard by Olli starting to shoot his load in his mouth. At the height of his orgasm, Olli's slurred words are a mix of fuck and Ale and don't stop, and Aleksi keeps on working his tongue and lips until every last drop of cum has been swallowed, until the only noises left in the sauna are Olli's heavy breathing and the quiet cracking of the fire.

Seeing Olli's naked body in front of him, all spent and relaxed and beautiful, Aleksi could no longer ignore his own bodily needs. He sat back against the wooden panelling behind him and finally took himself in his hand, but he only had time to give himself a few, much-awaited strokes before Olli's fingers were replacing his own and a pair of lips were crashed against his. As if desperate to taste himself off Aleksi's tongue, Olli kissed him hungrily while pumping Aleksi's erection with vigorous, experienced flicks of his wrists, which had no business making Aleksi as close to his climax as it did. Yet, he found his lips mirroring the hasty movements of Olli's, grinding his erection into Olli's fist the best he could from his tight position in between Olli and the wall, and even letting Olli help Aleksi's knee up against his own chest, pushing him further against the wall as Olli's other hand teased around his hole.

Without warning, Olli slid one of his fingers in, and with even less warning, Aleksi came hard with his bottom lip tightly in between Olli's teeth so that his cry of pleasure was muffled somewhere inside Olli's hot mouth. When Aleksi at last regained the little that was left of his senses, the fire in the sauna stove had already died out; the fire in Olli's eyes, however, drilling into his from up close as he milked the last of Aleksi's cum, only seemed to flare up.

~*~

They made out under the shower, somehow leisurely and with great urgency at the same time. Olli was wet and smooth and hot under Aleksi's palms, his every curve and bone and muscle adding fuel to the already blazing flame that was scorching Aleksi's chest and groin, even without Olli's hand stroking his cock anew.

When Aleksi came again, spilling his load on Olli's fingers and stomach, his knees trembled under him from the strength of his second orgasm that evening, nearly making him fall at Olli's feet.

He wanted to ask Olli if he would catch him if he did; if he'd crumble under the weight of it all, would Olli be there to pick him up again?

Somehow the words never left his mouth.

(Perhaps Aleksi was afraid to hear the answer.)

Instead, he got on his knees again.

[stephaniebrownslover]

Stray Souls[A TicciWork Centric Creepypasta Fanfiction]—Part 1 | Prologue|

I decided to upload this story on here since not many people showed interest on AO3. Like it has 108 read and 5 kudos, this fandom is really dead.

Anyways this is my first writing ever, I have started writing in January of 2022. It's a 16-year-old-bad rather than a 12-year-old-bad but it's still awful. This was my first creepypasta fic so the characters may seem out of character.

I'm publishing this story with only little editing.

Read it at your own will.

Also if you decide to read, please act like Toby stutters because I can't write them properly.

Ships: Hoodie x Kate The Chaser, Mary Vaughn x Jane The Killer, Clockwork x Ticci Toby

Love.

A 4-letter word.

But why doesn't this 3-letter word have the same effect on everyone?

Why does it arouse a great feeling of hatred in some while butterflies are flying around in some people's stomachs?

What exactly is love?

Is it like a winding maze that tooks a long time and disappoints you most of the time, or is it like a chess board where you take each step by sifting carefully and analyzing exhaustively?

Is it the two halves of an apple that complement each other in perfect harmony, or is it two opposite sides of a locket, that despite being completely opposite to each other, form a unique image when they come together? But what if it's something else instead of these two?

Perhaps love is when two people accept and complete each other's flaws and oddities as they are. Who knows?

Who exactly said that we must have to fit it into a pattern?

A young soul full of pain, both of whom have lived hell on earth.

They are both full of anger and cruelty against life.

What happens if these two people, who are both very similar and very different from each other, get together?

Do they complement each other like two puzzle pieces that have been missing for a long time, or is it a living example of fire and gunpowder coming together?

Who knows what will happen?

く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡

"You know what? The first moment I saw your emerald green eye, I felt like I had found something I hadn't known I lacked for a long time."

"You've spending a lot of time with Liu lately."

The young boy's giggle, which was already quite light, had come out too muffled to be heard, which had been thoroughly blocked by his mask. Nevertheless, he could tell that the brown-haired girl was laughing because her head was on his chest. She could also say the same thing for the brown-haired boy, from the way his own rib cage was moving up and down faster than usual. They were lying against each other in the darkness of the night, which covered the area like a blanket. It was a very peaceful moment for both of them.

Who needed therapy or relaxing sounds when you could sleep together at the end of a long day full of endless work?

"What, so I can't compliment to my love?"

"Normally you don't, so you probably want something."

"Not at all! I just wanted to say Toi tu es mon soleil dicen et mon coeur ne bat pas sans toi."

"What the fuck does that mean, you trying magic trick or something?"

"No, I was speaking in French. Just wanted to be a little romantic. Wasn't I?"

"Ooh, so you were saying that to yourself in the mirror today, thought you had an imaginary friend or went nuts finally."

"Don't you dare bring Richard to that."

A foolish smile had taken its place on Toby's face as Clockwork frowned at his words where she lay.

"What the hell does this mean, and why are you saying words that seem romantic for no reason? Besides, did you take your ass out of your head to try to memorize it?"

Toby, just as he was about to start talking, Clockwork said something else and his word got stuck in his mouth.

"If you want to adopt a seal and be her father, and you're sucking up to me for it, I swear to fucking god-"

He let out a hearty laugh as his body shook with a sudden tic.

"Wow, know me so well."

''I know."

The last word she said had come out as hoarsely as a whisper. Although she wanted to continue talking, the fact that she hadn't slept for close to a week had made her faint from exhaustion, and she didn't even have enough strength to manage to keep her eyes open.

Her eyelids were now against her brain, which had caused her to involuntarily close her eyes due to fatigue.

The tick-tock sounds that echoed inside her brain were gradually disappearing. The silence, on the other hand, was unexpectedly very peaceful. Progressively, as she let herself fall into the sweet arms of sleep, a feeling of confidence was instilling in her that she was with the person she felt safe with, perhaps that was the reason she was going to fall asleep.

Toby, after not hearing a sound for a while, finally guessed that the girl between his arms had fallen asleep. He hated that she was beating herself up by keeping herself awake for so long, but it wasn't easy to tell such thing to someone stubborn enough to succeed in gaining a place in the history of world records for stubbornness.

Although he was sure that she could not hear him, he whispered in the ear of the girl in his arms before closing his eyes and going to the realm of dreams.

"I love you."

Other parts

[5mcsinatrenchcoat]

25. They accidentally hurt or upset their partner. What happened? How do they respond? What do they do to make their partner feel better?

For vice/karlach?

Also fun to see another karlach! If you don't mind me asking, how did you come up with the name Vice?

Okay, finally getting to answer, sorry for the wait ahah

This is actually an interesting one, 'cause for the most part Vice and Karlach get along disgustingly well - and if something does come up then they're both as quick to simmer down as they are to anger (in regards to people they love anyway). HOWEVER, there's a certain topic which is tricky both in the headcanon realm AND is related to the moment when I received the loudest disapproval from Karlach in the actual game.

And that would be her condition, of course.

Now, Vice is doing her best to be the most supportive, present and understanding girlfriend there. Whenever the topic arises she's trying her hardest to be all 'fuck yeah's and all. She's also, however, traumatized by losing her parents and her older-sister-figure, aka the most important people of her developmental years, each and every time being utterly helpless to do anything. Which is why in actuality she's quietly losing her mind whenever thoughts of what's to come catch up to her.

Where this does leak through especially hard is in the matter of soul coins and Karlach being all 'It'll be fiiiiine' about using those. The most vocal disapproval I ever got from Karlach was when Vice tried to refuse that one vendor giving them more coins. Which leads me to this:

I think the biggest chance Vice has at truly upsetting Karlach is by treating her differently because of her engine. They're both barbarian tanks and were matching each other on the field ever since they met, so if Vice starts slowly slipping up in seeing her as more... fragile, almost, if she starts butting heads with her over the coins like she knows her engine and its limits better than Karlach herself, THAT'S gotta hurt. Because Karlach, clearly, wants to live the rest of her life to the fullest, whatever reckless behavior that entails, and not be fucking babysat. Or, got forbid, lectured or ordered on HER condition after ten years of not having any autonomy.

Is Vice well-intentioned in her worry - of course, is she somewhat right - maybe (really, Karlach, is setting yourself on even more fire wise). Does she suddenly get any authority on how Karlach should live with her affliction or what she's capable of? Hells no, of course. Not to mention that Karlach would clearly rather not be reminded of it all that often, let alone let it stop or limit her. And to get it shoved in her face by a loved one? How fucking dare.

(I'm piggybacking a lot off of my own mother, who's thankfully NOT terminally ill in any capacity, but suffers from a condition where it's recommended she stops doing any physical labor. She doesn't stop. And she does get upset and angry when we pester her about it, because she just wants to keep doing things she was always capable of doing, regardless of how unsafe it is for her now, and doesn't appreciate being reminded of the fact that she's 'falling apart'. Not the best way to treat your sudden disability, but a human and stubborn one nevertheless.)

I can see a major fight about that happening at least once, with Vice having zero awareness of where she overstepped until told upfront. She got so sucked in into the leader role of caring about the group and steering them clear from bad choices that she briefly forgot that that's not what Karlach needs at all.

She'd have a lot of stuff to grapple with. Because at the very least watching Karlach's engine was one thing she could do. If she stops doing that as well, then it's back to the helplessness again, which, as mentioned, is the worst.

She would ultimately apologize, of course. And they'd surely talk it through, because for barbarians they're really fucking great at talking about their problems and such. Perhaps they even agreed to at the very least ditch the coin usage for good, as a compromise.

Vice also probably deliberately lead the party in some another monster cave for a yet another epic fight just to blow some steam off AND demonstrate genuine effort at change in the process. The rest of the party is less than impressed, but oh well. If her girl gets inspired and hyped by kicking yet another creature's ass and sees that she's not treating her as weak at all, it's worth it.

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When I was creating Vice I went to read about tiefling names and was fascinated by the concept of virtue names. So I looked through a huge bunch of suggestions and examples and I really liked Vice so that's what I named her. It ended up not suiting her personality very much, but considering that she took it all the way back when she was a teenage troublemaker it makes sense. As things stand now though, her vices have also become her strengths, which in a way honors her virtue name perfectly.

[yoonia]

Bad Things [M] | myg

❥ Subtitle | Let me do these bad things to you

❥ Summary | He always comes to visit the night before his fights, looking to ease the burning flame in his soul. Your touch is the only thing that he would ever need. The cure to his undying rage, the remedy that he needs to find peace. It has always been that way for a long time. Even since before, back when your world had yet to fall apart, forcing the two of you to walk down separate paths, pulling you further apart from each other.

Or,

“It’s time to stop denying what my heart really wants. You. It’s always been you.”

⤑ Pairings | Yoongi x female reader

⤑ Genre | Brothel!au, Street Fighter!Yoongi, Escort!reader

⤑ Ratings & Warnings | +18 / M for Mature; a bit of angst and drama, mentions of past infidelity, mention of violence and fights, Yoongi has tattoos, dom!Yoongi, sub!reader (a bit of a brat in the beginning), oral sex (both male and female receiving), cunnilingus, deep-throating, blindfold, sensory play, finger sucking, face fucking, biting, punishment, spanking, pussy slapping/clit spanking, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, name calling (uses of words like slut, whore, kitten, etc), sir kink (kinda? OC calls Yoongi as ‘sir’ and ‘master’), degradation, humiliation, restraint/bondage, big cock!Yoongi, hair pulling, edging, spit mentioned, biting, crying, cum swallowing/eating, creampie, begging, rough sex, unprotected sex, overstimulation, praise/praise kink, pain kink, clit play, clit biting, breast play/breast worship, breast slapping, nipple biting, nipple clamps, choking, multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, orgasm control, orgasm denial, blacking out (briefly), creampie (mentioned), a brief cum play, aftercare, some angst at the end.

⤑ Word count | 14,6k words

⤑ Music Companion | Casio McCombs - Bad Things (feat. Chloë Rona) ● Limi - Cuts

❂ Snare of the Goddess

         ⁂ Hosted by: Professor Kat (@yeoldontknow​) through @bangtansorciere​

⤐  AU Type: Dutchman’s Breeches (Escort AU)

⤐  Theme: Mutual Pining

⤐  Kinks: Mutual Masturbation ● Biting ● Pain Kink ● Orgasm Denial ● Clit spanking ● Clit Biting ● Nipple Clamps ● Slave/Master

❥ Author’s Note | I actually had a completely different plan for Yoongi’s birthday, but circumstances made it impossible for me to make it happen so I had to change gears by making this one happen. And still, here we are, many days late after his actual birthday because life happened and my mind was all over the place. Nevertheless, it’s finally here, the object of my desire and basically an idea that I had to write down only for him. Happy birthday to the man who owns my heart, my life, and my soul. 

❥ Release date | March 15th, 2022, written by @yoonia​

“Can you hear my voice?”

Far deep in your headspace, his voice sounds more like an echo. Nothing but fade whispers reverberating in the space around you, bouncing off the walls as if the sound had come from somewhere far in the distance.

It is hard to pinpoint where he is when your eyes are covered, but you know that he is near.

He always does. Even when you are unable to see him, you can always trust him to be there, watching over you, making sure that you are safe under his care as long as he holds all control.

The blindfold had been the first thing he put on you, stealing your ability to see as he took every single step he needed to take away your ability to move. Losing your eyesight means that you will have no choice but to put your trust in him, to submit in the process and let him take the reign. Having your visual perception restricted from helping you sense what exactly is happening around you means that you will have to rely on your other senses, just as much as you are left with no choice but to rely on him, just like what you are trying to do now.

You can still vaguely sense his presence. His warmth and his subtle touches that continue to come and go are letting you know that he is there with you, waiting to make his next move. Just like a predator stalking its prey.

And with you becoming his prey, he had made sure to leave you vulnerable. Lying on your back, the bedsheets are pressing on your bare skin, providing comfort even if your position is anything but. Your spine is bent back with a pillow propping your hips, pushing them up high on the bed and opening your pussy upward. Your body is made defenceless with your hands held above your head and your legs spread apart, opening your other senses to feel everything—the subtle breeze brushing against your skin, the soft flutters happening down between your legs from your previous orgasm and from being exposed, the soreness that is beginning to spread in your joints—until you become hyperaware of how responsive your body is becoming.

Your head is swimming when he speaks, and it takes a long while to understand his words, for your brain to process everything that he is trying to ask you. Pulling yourself out of your headspace feels as if you are trying to pull yourself out from drowning, and yet your body is fighting it, refusing to let you pull your mind out of its comfortable space. As you try to focus, your body seems to sway and you try to put your hand out to hold on, only to find that your wrist is caught. A gasp escapes you when you remember that you have your wrists tied together, the bind biting at your skin when you try to move your hands. The realisation sends you to a jolt and snaps you out of it enough to become more alert to the present. This time, you are focused enough to feel the gentle brush of his fingers around your wrists, allowing you to feel them as they are bound together above your head, secured tightly with a rope which has been attached to the bedpost.

“Use your words, kitten. Can you hear me?”

Yoongi’s voice sounds clearer and way deeper this time that your body shivers to every word he says to you. You fight the urge to pull at your bind when the need to reach out for him comes to you, tortured by your inability to see him even as you can feel him moving around you. Finally, the bed dips right by your side, moments before you feel him hovering on top of you and leaning slightly to the side as if he is trying to make sure not to put his full weight on you.

“Yes, I can hear you,” you answer him with a slight gasp when he runs his fingers down your arms, lingering around your shoulders where you are feeling sore and terribly strained from being in this position.

“Focus to relax so you won’t get hurt,” he gently says to you while rubbing his thumbs gently on your joints, coaxing you to ease the tension in your body. “Try to focus on something else so your body would stop fighting it,” he adds as he dips his face lower, pressing his lips gently on the nape of your neck while his hands travel lower, and lower, until you feel him kneading gently at your bare breasts.

With your chest being positioned to arch upward for a while ever since he had you tied up onto the bed, having been exposed both to his eyes and to the cool air, your breasts have grown terribly sensitive. Even a gentle brush of his skin or a soft blow of his breath have your nipples turning into pebbles and shivers running viciously through your skin. And now he has his hands on them, caressing them slowly as if he is taking his time worshipping them, loving them, sending the flame inside your body alight and your chest arching further to respond to his touch.

The gentle touch that he is giving you feels like a complete opposite to what he had done to you only moments before he introduced you to the rope, when he laid his palm on your bottom cheeks, leaving hot sparks on your skin as he was spanking you into submission. It had been his punishment for your misbehaviour, for disobeying his words when you came to climax on his mouth without his permission. The swell on your folds and the chill sensation you feel between your legs also serve as a reminder of your defiance, of how you had let a small orgasm escape out of you when he devoured your pussy with his hungry mouth only moments after he had stripped you out of your clothes.

Just when you are reminded of your earlier misconduct, Yoongi brushes his lips across your nipple, making you roll your hips against him when it sends a rush of heat down your body. The feeling of bare skin brushing against bare skin and his hard and heavy cock rubbing the top of your thigh makes your mind swirl, and you moan desperately for not being able to see or touch him.

Seeing the way you are responding to him, acting like a wayward slut by rubbing your body against his, Yoongi slaps your breast lightly to silently scold you, making it jingle and your body twitch at the impact before his lips return to trace light kisses around your soft mounds. Your pussy pulses once, twice, and you pull at your legs to start kicking so you can ease down the wild throbs rising between your legs, only to feel the tug as the ropes binding your ankles to the posts at the foot of the bed are preventing you from moving around. Yoongi slaps at the other breast to stop you from struggling against him while his mouth descends, finding the fleshy side of your breast and giving it a rough bite until you are squealing in shock and pain.

“Are you going to be a brat again?” he scolds you with a chuckle, while you can only whine at the helplessness you have caught yourself in. The bite mark that he had left behind earlier throbs, even if you doubt that it would bear any physical pain other than the indented teeth mark that might be forming on your skin. Yoongi comes back down to lick at the bite mark, replacing the ache with a shuddering pleasure that his tongue is giving you. It feels faint and brief, as he quickly pulls away right after hearing your content sigh. Yet your body is already getting entranced by him as you keep pushing your chest up instead of shrivelling away.

“You need to answer me, slut. Are you going to act like a brat again?”

His words draw a gasp out of you, but the words simply die on your tongue when you can feel your pussy throbbing wildly already, each pulse coming from your core matches each gentle pressure he is giving on your breasts. “Uh, no—” you whimper to him, and Yoongi gives a long lick on your nipple to draw out your moan in return.

“No—what, slut?”

A breathless sob leaves your mouth when the shudders in your body take some time to wane down. “No, sir. I’m not going to be a brat.”

Yoongi’s chuckle makes it sound like he is pleased to hear your answer, while you take a huge pride in making him happy. That feeling sure is addicting, and you only begin to realise just how much you are looking forward to doing it again. Yoongi pulls away right after, dragging his hands down your waist, to your hips, then slides his palms under your sore bottom cheeks to give you a tight and punishing grip on your flesh.

“Remember what happens when you disobey me,” he whispers roughly to your ear as he brushes his palms against the tender flesh where he had spanked you earlier, deliberately reminding you of what he can do if you should ever ignore his commands. “Don’t cum unless I give you permission to. The next time it happens again, I will not only punish you, but I’ll stop everything and step out of this room without allowing you to cum. Got it?”

“Yes, sir. U—understood,” you answer him with a soft moan, enjoying the way he commands you. His breath tickles on your skin while his fingers are gripping you possessively down below, giving you a mixed feeling that has you drawing a breath to calm your racing heartbeat. Doing so helps calm the intense pulses still happening in your pussy. With your body already craving for him, there is no way that you would let things end too soon without any of you reaching the end.

“Good,” he whispers, the relieved tone in his voice is hard to miss.

Yoongi leans down, and you soon feel the tip of his nose brushing against yours. His lips come down to your face next, ghosting right at the corner of your lips, and your mouth falls open slightly. Hope lingers in your chest, expecting him to kiss your lips, only for Yoongi to pull away and kiss your jaw instead.

Sucking a deep breath, you swallow down any disappointment that is threatening to grow inside you. His scarred knuckles come in contact with your skin as he runs them down the side of your face and all the way down to the column of your neck. The roughness of his skin quickly snaps you out of your wishful thinking, reminding you of the reason why he is here with you.

Reality hits you like a rock when you remember that he had chosen to come here tonight not for the sake of love. He didn’t come here to share his compassion or to demand one from you. All he ever needs is your body. All he wants from you is the pleasure that you are offering him and your submission to his control, the latter is something that he had claimed to be something that only you could always provide him with. Something that no lover and perhaps nobody else in this place could ever offer him.

But the needs have never been one-sided, because you have always opened your door for him for the same reasons only. Because you crave for his touch, for the way he has always known how to give you everything that you have ever desired and needed from him. And you love it more than ever to submit to him, which makes the entire arrangement you have with him mutually beneficial for the two of you. When you have this strong need to always be in someone else’s control to give you the ultimate release, Yoongi needs to have a sense of control in order to find his sense of peace.

And that is not all.

Yoongi had told you once that you are the only one who knows how to qualm his rage. And that not only do you have no fear for the burning flame inside his soul which always pushes people away from him, you are also the only one who can tame it, douse that raging flame with your touches before he would burn someone else instead.

Someone like the rival he would be fighting against in his upcoming battle.

You had seen it happen more than once, many years ago, when Yoongi had to step up onto that ring, hands clenched with the desire to destroy and his rage burning from within. You had seen what it did to both him and the men he was fighting against, and how it had brought nothing but destruction and peril into the fight and to those who had come near him.

And so you let him have this moment.

You let him use to you diminish that flame and quieten his rage until he could see things more clearly, and only so that he would be able to fight with a sane mind. You always let him come to you every time he is in need, even if this is the only thing that he looks for and asks of you. Even if this sinful moment will be the only reason why he comes to this place—the place which serves as a home and shelter to sin, and for people with dark and ruined souls such as yours to offer their body and company to satisfy others’ dark desires—and for it to be the only thing you share with him. You will always be here for him, opening your door for him even if your company only lasts throughout the one night he has before his intense fight.

Yoongi brushes his knuckles under your chin and you can instantly picture his hand inside your head. Even without seeing him, you can still remember every single scar in his body, all the rugged skin and the marred joints that he bears after all the years he spent fighting in the ring. Yoongi had even tried to cover some of the severe ones with tattoos, hoping that the ink work would hide them from plain sight and mask away all the traces of that dark part of his life. Yet, no matter what he does, he would never be able to completely hide them all from you. Not when you had spent years mapping through every single one of those scars, when you have committed into your memory everything you need to know about him—his body, the touches of his skin, his little perks that you have always caught on when you were together. You have even discovered the biggest scar of his amongst all which he had cleverly hidden for a long time.

The scar that he has kept deep in his heart which had also taken the longest time to heal.

Once again, Yoongi’s lips return to your face, tracing soft kisses all over your skin while avoiding your lips, and he does so while taking his sweet time to press his lips on the spots where you are most sensitive to touch. Just like you, he had somehow memorised each and every one of your erogenous zones, knowing where to touch and what to do to drive you crazy with lust.

Dragging his fingers down your waist, he gently lifts your hips from the pillows beneath you, repositioning you in a way that he seems fit. “Next time, I’ll have you bent down on one of your fancy benches so I’ll have a clearer look at your pretty ass,” he says while running his fingers back down your bottom cheeks, slightly pressing towards the center and then stopping with a chuckle when your hips twitch, as if trying to stop him from finding your rear entrance.

“Not tonight, kitten,” he says with a chuckle as he runs his hands back down to your hips, moving one of them between your legs to cup your mounds, drawing a soft gasp from you when he roughly rubs his palm over your pussy. “Tonight, I’m claiming your pussy. And I’m going to make you cum so hard and fill you up until I’m the only one you can feel for the rest of the week.”

Rubbing your pussy once more, he draws a sharp cry out of you. Then he pulls his hand away just when you feel your pussy walls twitching at his threat, your body begging for him to take action right away. Instead of touching you, Yoongi swings his hand at your pussy, giving your throbbing a nice spanking that has your body quaking almost instantly.

“Ah—!”

Yoongi gives you another spank, hitting right at your clit and so close to pushing you to your orgasm too quickly that you hold your breath, hoping that it would be enough to control the sparks rising inside you before they become too much.

“Are you going to cum?” he teases you as he cups your mounds, pressing his palm on your throbbing pussy.

“No, sir—” you manage to choke out the words, all while sobbing and gasping when he presses his palm harder against your abused clit.

“Good girl.”

Those are the only words he gives you before he finally releases you, pulling his hand away and stepping back entirely until you no longer feel his warmth.

Feeling his absence, you wiggle slightly on the bed, trying to sense where he is. Yet the movement does nothing to allow your body free from the secure binds holding you in place, nor does it ease the soft thrums happening between your legs. If any, it only helps the bind to grow tighter the more you tug on them while the position you are in allows you to feel the slickness growing between your legs each time you roll your hips over the pillows. At least the soreness on your shoulders and upper arms have grown numb now that you no longer have the urge to fight against it, and the pulses in your pussy are taking your attention from your strained muscles, forcing you to focus on keeping your orgasm under control.

The silence lingers as Yoongi takes his sweet time. You are sure that you can feel his gaze on you even when he says nothing. You can also hear the soft pads of his footsteps on the carpet when he finally moves closer to the bed, finally returning to you. Except the silence had pulled you back into your headspace, right where he had sent you earlier when he took his time binding you and stretching you into this position. The peaceful state you are in allows you to finally yield completely, no longer worrying about what is happening next or thinking about setting yourself free.

Noticing the change in you, Yoongi returns. The bed dips slightly higher this time, placing him somewhere close to your head. A tug is felt on the bind around your wrists, then Yoongi slips his hand at the back of your head, lifting you gently so he can slip a pillow to prop your head a bit higher.

"You're going to be a good girl now, aren’t you?” he asks you in a soothing tone of voice. He brushes his fingers across your lips, grazing gently before prying your lips open with his thumb. "Yes, that’s it,” he softly says as you comply with him and part your lips for him, and he slowly slides his finger into your mouth, making you suck on his digit the way you would if it had been his cock.

Yoongi watches your face closely as he thrusts his finger in and out a few times, then moves the pad of his thumb across to wet your lips before going back in again. Using his other hand, he takes his hardening cock and wraps his palm around the base, giving himself a few strokes, doing it at a slow pace which matches the way his finger is moving in and out of your mouth.

“Open your mouth wider,” he gently instructs you and pulls his finger away. You can feel him moving closer, straddling your chest with his knees buried into the sheets on either side of your body as he brings his cock to your lips. “Take a deep breath and let me in,” he says as he rubs the tip of his cock across your lips, letting you taste a drop of his pre-cum before he guides it into your mouth.

Yoongi pushes his cock into your mouth until he is a few inches in, then grabs the back of your neck with one hand to hold your head up and keep you steady. Once he enters your mouth, he releases his hold on his cock, allowing him to push between your lips more easily. He lets his cock sit on your tongue for a few seconds, and you can already feel him twitching and swelling in the cavern of your mouth. Still unable to see him, you can only focus on how the weight of his cock is filling up your mouth, making it seem like your whole body is already full of him.

Above you, Yoongi still keeps his eyes on your face as he reaches up to grab the bedpost above your head, holding on tightly as he begins to slowly rock his hips. It takes some effort to stop yourself from gagging when he begins to move, as your odd position makes it harder for you to breathe with his cock plugged inside your mouth. As always, Yoongi notices you struggling and takes his time, stopping each time he feels he is giving too much and only starting again when he feels you are ready. The moment he feels your jaw loosening just enough to take more of his length, he begins pumping his cock at a slow pace, pushing deeper into your mouth with each thrust.

"Mmmh—” a soft sound of an incoherent moan slips from the depth of your throat as the first nudge of his mushroom head hits the back of your mouth. He tightens his grip on your neck with his thumb pressing down the base of your throat, not enough to cut off your airway but enough to keep you still in this position as he continues rocking his hips, thrusting in and out of your mouth, even if his thrusts seem way more gentle compared to how he had threatened to pound at your cunt.

His cock hits the depth of your mouth a few times, then he swiftly pulls back a couple of inches without completely pulling out. Gasping for air, you take this moment to try and breathe in, but he barely gives you a chance to as he thrusts forward again until you can feel the pressure of his cock prodding at your throat, asking for a way in. Ever so slowly, he begins to give more pressure on his thrusts, forcing you to loosen your muscles so he can get in deeper. At first, only the swollen tip of his cock manages to slide into your throat, and he keeps it there briefly to let you adjust to his size while he relishes the warmth pulsing around his cock.

Being completely tied down, there really is nothing else that you can do but to submit, to let him violate your mouth and enter your throat. And he is big. Big enough to make you gag and for a sense of soreness to grow on your jaw. It feels humiliating when he uses you like a fucktoy, when you try to imagine how this looks—with him above you, burying his cock in your mouth while you are lying beneath him—but you cannot deny that you enjoy every second of it. You can vaguely feel your pussy getting wetter and wetter from being used like this, your cunt pulsing so intensely with each thrust of his cock into your mouth that you can be sure that your pussy is glistening with your arousal soaking at your folds.

Even when he is able to slide the head of his cock deep into your throat, your muscles are still fighting him. The urge to gag is still strong that you are keeping him from getting deeper. This time, Yoongi reaches to grab a handful of your hair and pulls your head back before pushing your head forward to him. “Let me fuck your throat, slut,” he groans, making you gasp. You force your mouth and throat to relax, focusing more on your gag reflex, and Yoongi manages to push his cock forward, going all the way in with a deep moan until his pubes begin to grind against your lips.

Yoongi lets out a deep groan as he continues to pump his cock into you, doing it over and over again and gradually starting to thrust harder and faster. He looks down and instantly feels elated as he watches his cock sliding in and out of your mouth, with its head finally slipping deeper into your throat. His head falls back as he relishes on the pleasure he is feeling for having your throat clutching tightly on his girth. He takes his hand off your neck, gently brushing his fingers on the tender skin that had been strained under his touch as he delicately murmurs his appreciation and praise for you, “Good girl.”

Pride swells at your chest at his words as it always does every time he showers you with his sweet praises. You love knowing that you have pleased him and that you have given him what he wants, and as always, it pushes you into giving him more. You can feel his eyes on you, taking the sight of you in as he is brushing your hair away from your face while his other hand still has a tight grip on your hair at the back of your head. His cock is still strained at your throat, and he keeps moving his hips, thrusting steadily into your mouth, still pushing his cock down your throat, not showing any sign of stopping even when you are beginning to struggle.

“Fuck, yess. That’s it,” he groans between his thrusts, in and out he goes while slowly increasing the pace of his thrusts while you struggle to keep up and hold down from gagging. Your body is already begging for air at this point, but he still thrusts his cock in and out, doing it a few more times before he finally pulls all the way out.

The moment your mouth and throat are free, you take a long, deep breath, allowing the pleasure of sucking a huge gulp of cool air to ease the strained feeling in your throat and fill your lungs. Doing so makes you wiggle some more, and you are instantly feeling embarrassed when it is confirmed that your pussy had gotten so wet. The slickness between your legs is notable even while you are moving not more than an inch.

Yoongi remains in his position, his knees holding him up as he hovers on top of your chest and his cock is still pointing at your face. He looks over his shoulder, taking a good look at your glistening pussy as he takes his time to catch his breath with his cock in hand. Stroking his cock gently, he licks his lips, unable to decide if he wants to crawl down your body and dive between your legs to taste you or if he should continue fucking your mouth. He had come so close to spilling his cum into your throat but had stopped himself when he noticed that you had come to your limit. But thinking about it now makes his cock twitch and his chest tight with need.

“Your throat feels so good around my cock. I was so close to cum inside your mouth and make you swallow everything,” he says as he turns to look at your face again. He slowly guides the tip of his cock in front of your lips, brushing it across your lips before forcing his spit-coated cock back into your mouth.

Surprisingly, he does it a bit more gently this time, deliberately dragging the length of his cock across your tongue once you let him in. Realising what he is asking of you, you begin licking the underside of his shaft as he continues thrusting in and out of you. He keeps a steady pace at it without shoving it down your throat again, but it seems clear that he is still enjoying this when you can hear him moaning softly above you.

"Mmmm, yes, there you go, slut,” he says, once again tightening the handful grip he has of your hair and pushing your head forward onto his cock. You manage to take quick gasps of air between thrusts, just as you are starting to feel the head of his cock once again hitting your throat. With each small gasp of breath, you prepare yourself to control your gag reflex so you would be able to take him as much as he wants you to.

Seeing how you are no longer struggling this time, he begins pounding his cock, giving you a taste of his pre-cum falling on your tongue though he still seems to be holding back from getting deeper or going too rough on you. And then, just when you are ready to take more of him, Yoongi suddenly pulls his cock out and releases your hair.

Your mouth falls open as you gasp for breath. Even after he had plugged your throat with his cock to the point that you have grown sore and strained at his size, you still move to chase his cock, as if you are desperate to take him back in your mouth and swallow his length. Right before he pulled out, you had already felt him twitching with the familiar signs of his orgasm coming to him. The urge to make him cum in your throat suddenly feels so strong, and you feel so empty without him pumping his cock into you, especially when the taste of him still lingers all over your tongue.

Watching how needy you have become, Yoongi cannot resist the grin coming to his face. Pleased to see how well you are able to understand what he needs. Taking his cock in his hand, he brushes a finger across your lips and whispers, “As much as I want to see you swallow my cum, I have other plans for you."

The bed dips and the sheets around you shift as he moves to pull away, stepping off the bed and walking around to position himself between your parted legs. "Ooh, look at you,” he chuckles deeply as he finally gets a good look at your glistening pussy. With your legs still spread apart and your ankles still tied up and secured to the bedposts to stop you from pressing your legs together, he can easily see everything—your soaking folds, fully coated with your arousal, and the sight of your throbbing clit which has grown swollen after your initial orgasm and after he had used your body as he pleased.

"I knew that you would enjoy sucking my cock, but I never realised that you would be enjoying yourself this much," he says, his voice sounds amused as he takes you in while he slowly crawls closer, getting a good look once he kneels right in front of your cunt.

Once his words register in your muddled brain, the heat of your shame begins to creep all over your face. And it becomes worse when you realise that you have nowhere to hide, completely defenceless and exposed to him still.

Yoongi hums softly as he takes his cock and guides the tip towards your pussy, slowly sliding it along your slit with the head just barely making contact with your skin. After being neglected for so long, with the pulses of your desire growing so intense the more he uses your body to his wicked pleasure, your body shudders with each slide of his cock, each teasing contact, and you find yourself moving your hips the best you can under the circumstances to guide him towards your opening. Even though he knows what you need, Yoongi continues to tease instead of giving it to you right away, sliding his cock back and forth between your folds, using your slickness to make it easier for him to move his cock around.

Your hips jolt upward each time the head of his cock brushes against your clit, then you draw a gasp when he circles it around your pulsing entrance, only for him to pull away and start all over again. The anticipation is running high, making your whole body grow even more tense as you wait for him to slide his cock straight deep inside you. Hope and excitement bloom when he comes back and nudges at your entrance, when he gently pushes the head to spread your open. But nothing happens as he suddenly pulls out again.

“No—please,” you cannot help the whimpers coming out of your lips, whining and begging for him to return when he stays away a bit longer.

You wait for an excruciating moment of absence right after, only for Yoongi to take his time teasing you, enjoying how he makes you wait for it. He always enjoys keeping you on the edge when you cannot see him or know what he is up to. A desperate whimper threatens to slip out of you again, but you keep it down, worried if he would take offence and punish you for being such a needy brat. At this point, you have grown unbelievably horny, with the need of release growing so great. But still, nothing happens. Yoongi simply remains silent on the bed, still on his knees, watching and not touching you.

You know that he wants to make you beg, but your voice is still lost to you. Nothing but a soft moan slips out of you even when the pleading words are already hanging right at the tip of your tongue.

"Well? What is it, slut?“ Yoongi tauntingly asks you, “Don't you want me to fuck you?"

You feel him shifting closer until the head of his cock is nudging at your folds once again. “Don’t you want this?” he teases you while pressing the tip of his cock at your pussy, rubbing it between your folds until your hips begin to roll in response. “Don’t you want my cock, slut?”

Your mouth falls open as you try to respond to him, but only a meek whimper comes out of you. Meanwhile, your whole body is already burning hot, your pussy clenches tightly on itself even without him entering you, already begging to be filled.

“Tell me how bad you want this. Tell me how much do you need my cock inside your pussy. Let me hear you beg for it.”

Drawing a gasp, you pull at the bind on your wrists and raise your hips to meet his, even if the movement makes you kick against the restraint holding down your ankles. “Please, Sir. Can I have your cock? Please, I beg you, please fuck me with your cock,” you finally begin to beg him while planting your heels into the bed so you can buck your hips upward, guiding his cock to fit into your folds.

You feel him leaning closer, his cock slides along your soaking slit a few more times, letting you hear the slickness as Yoongi coats himself with your arousal. Then he aims his cock at your entrance and begins to push, allowing the head of his cock to slowly slip in, spreading you apart for him to enter. You hold your breath, ready for him to thrust his cock inside, to fill your walls with his throbbing shaft, only for him to stop. With a wicked chuckle, Yoongi leans down to kiss the side of your neck, tracing his lips up to your ear while pulling his hips back.

“Do you really think it’s going to be that easy? You are such a whore. Look at you, rolling your hips like a needy bitch,” he whispers sharply to you, drawing another gasp out of you which later tones down with another kiss that he leaves right under your jaw before he pulls away entirely.

“Sir, I beg you—” you plead to him one last time as his warmth slowly disappears from you, though he doesn’t leave you stranded for long.

Without saying a word, Yoongi tugs at the binds securing your ankles and slowly releases you from them. The relief you feel draws a content sigh out of your lips, one that is cut short when Yoongi takes your ankles in his hands, holding them up from the bed until your knees are slightly bent. He leans down, kissing the marks left behind on your skin. It helps soothe down the soreness that you barely notice existed there until you feel his fingers grazing across them and your blood rushing through them.

Distracted by his kisses and the pulses happening around your ankles, it takes you a moment to realise that Yoongi is lifting your legs higher, forcing your knees to bend further until they are folded above your torso while your trembling legs are lifted and spread over his shoulders.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he says to you while lowering himself between your legs. “But first, I need to taste you. Feel you clench on my tongue and make you scream my name while I have my mouth on you.”

With your body nearly folded in half and your legs spread wide, your pulsing cunt stands out like a meal served on a platter. The dip you feel on the bed—that happens right between your parted legs—and the tug he gives as he raises your hips from the pillows let you know that Yoongi is ready to have his feast.

You can feel the warmth of his breath falling on the apex of your thigh, drawing your legs to slightly quiver around him. Then his face comes closer, his nose nudging at your folds before his fingers come to part your nether lips to unveil your delicate flesh and the source of your desire to him. His face dips deeper and then his mouth comes pressing on your folds all so suddenly that you cannot resist the gasp slipping right out of your lips. As your hips jolt and rock to respond to his touch, Yoongi presses his lips harder on your cunt and moves his tongue through your folds, gliding it up and down through the crevasse which has grown completely soaked, drenched with your arousal.

He gives a few licks, drawing a few gasps and moans which pleases him until he pulls back. Replacing his tongue with a finger, he whispers to you in his deep voice, “I love the way you taste, baby. I can do this all night long.”

The nickname that slips out of his mouth draws a gasp out of you. It had been years since the last time you heard him calling you with that name, and every last bit of your facade nearly crumbles. You open your lips to reply, and yet all words are lost and all the memories that have come so close to filling your mind simply melt away when he plugs your nether lips with his sinful mouth yet again. His fingers remain, keeping your folds parted as he drags his tongue along your slit, moving from your clit to your leaking entrance, flattening his tongue to cover every crevice to taste every drop of your sweet nectar.

With each vigorous lick he makes, you clench your hands together, trying your best not to pull your hands too hard as the rope binding your wrists together is digging roughly into your skin each time you put pressure onto it. Your whole body is growing tense with the thrill of the pulsing pleasure rising slowly as he continues to devour you. His hands grab a tighter hold on your hips to keep you still, lifting you up a bit more from the pillows that had been holding up your weight, and his ministration grows even more intense.

With every lick and every greedy press of his tongue, he charges at your clit. His tongue laps around it in circles before his mouth claps onto your nub, suckling on it until you are thrashing beneath him and squealing out his name when it starts to feel too much for you to handle. The sound of his approval groans vibrates through your body, giving you an odd sensation of pleasure while your face burns with shame when the wet sound coming from your folds grows almost just as loud. Moving lower, he swirls his tongue right at the entrance of your pussy, earning a louder squeal as he slowly pushes his tongue in, slipping its tip between your walls. In return, you begin rolling your hips, matching his pace as you ride his mouth and have him burying his face deeper.

As you continue to move, rubbing your pussy against his mouth, the warning signs of your incoming orgasm goes up to your head. You can feel the muscles in your core coiling, tightening and almost ready to snap. Clenching your hands, you cry out your pleas, trying to focus on other things but his skilful mouth that keeps eating you out so you can hold down from climaxing so soon. But with your eyes blindfolded, the rising waves of pleasure feels even more intense. You can feel each spasm, each pulse, and everything you do to calm the flutter building inside your pussy only fails as his mouth captures your attention back to him and pushes you right to the edge.

“Yoongi, I can’t—”

You try to beg him, only to have your voice cut off when he slips his finger into your pussy. He dips the digit between your walls, pumping it in and out of you while his mouth continues to rouse your clit, alternating between sucking and licking. Curling his finger inside you, he reaches to your sweet spot, making your whole body quiver with his touch as he pokes it with his finger again and again. A faint whisper is heard as he commands you with his lips ghosting over your pulsing cunt, “Don’t you dare cum,” and your body tenses beneath him, just as he pulls your clit into his mouth, sucking it hard then clamps his teeth on it to give a bite that draws out your scream.

“Oh my—”

Just as the spasm flutters inside your core, you dig your heels into his back and hold your hips down, forcing your orgasm to wane down before it could get too far. It is a painful struggle, when your whole body is desperate for release and your mind cannot handle the sensations he keeps giving you. A sob escapes your lips when everything quiets down. You can even feel your blindfold growing damp, not even realising that you have started crying while he is leaving you in shambles.

Yoongi pulls his mouth away after giving a few soft licks around your aching clit, while his finger keeps sliding into you a few more times before he pulls it out. Ever so gently, Yoongi lowers your legs onto the bed. You can barely feel them, only noticing that they are shaking so intensely once they are laid down.

You are still trying to control your breath when Yoongi slowly crawls over you, his voice barely registers in your brain, muddled by the loud pounding sound of your heartbeat when he says, “You’ve done a good job. I’m proud of you.”

Sighing, you try to find your voice to answer him, knowing that he demands your words. “T-thank you, Sir.”

His mouth descends, and he lays soft kisses on your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, always staying away from your lips even when you are desperately wishing to taste him. The scent of your arousal wafts between you when his lips come ghosting over yours, and you want nothing more than to lick him clean, to swallow everything, to do anything to have his lips on yours. But instead of pressing his sinful mouth with the kiss that you have desired the most, he keeps it hovering at the corner of your lips as he says to you, “You’re such a dirty girl, but you’ve made me proud. I suppose you still deserve to be rewarded for being such a good girl for me.”

A sob escapes your lips. You are exhausted after fighting against your orgasm, but you can feel the relief and anticipation coming to you at the thought of him finally giving you the release that you need. Gathering your final strength, you answer him with a small voice, “Thank you, Sir,” which seems to please him as he chuckles softly.

Pressing his lips on the corner of yours, teasing you with what you want from him the most, he pulls back from you and settles down nicely on his knees right between your parted legs. His hands find your breasts, gently caressing them before the pressure rises as he continues to knead and pull at the peaks. His lips then come down, capturing your left nipple and suckling on it with a hum. It starts light at first, before his mouth starts devouring the nub with pure hunger and he starts sucking harder, mixing his teeth a few times until it grows hard against his tongue while soft mewls keep getting drawn out of you. He then moves to the right, doing the same exact thing until both nipples grow equally hard, throbbing and puckering under the constant ministrations from his mouth and tongue. He keeps going back and forth, left to right, alternating between sucking lightly and taking them hungrily. Your body grows hot, the pleasure keeps building up from within you until it is driving you crazy.

You wish you could have reached down, to be able to hold his head onto your chest as he does all the wicked things he is doing to your body, and maybe pull his hair with your fingers to tell him to give you more. As you arch your chest to his face, Yoongi’s mouth returns to your left breast. He doesn’t waste his time and begins sucking on it, hard enough to draw out your cry. His fingers come to replace his mouth and pinch at the nipple, making sure that it has turned hard enough the way he wants it to.

“Do you remember your safe word?” he murmurs without ever stopping his fingers from pinching and pulling, while you release a few drawled out moans before answering, “Yes, master.”

“Good,” he simply says, then his fingers disappear from you, making you whine desperately, begging for his touch. Just when you think that he would disappear completely from you and make you wait again, something snaps around your left nipple, just where his fingers and mouth had recently been. The metal clamp digs into your flesh, biting viciously with a searing pain that sends you howling.

“Sshh—don’t fight it. You’ll hurt yourself. Relax and take a deep breath,” you hear Yoongi’s soft voice murmuring so close, and only then do you realise that you are thrashing on the bed, your body reacting to the pain by arching upward in a way to throw the clamp off of you.

But then Yoongi’s mouth descends, tracing kisses on the skin right around the clamp. He works his lips and tongue to circle around the bite, soothing the burning pain and easing it down until it grows numb, until the pleasure of his kisses makes your body throb, sending the blood down to your core when it fails to flow into the peak of your breast.

“Are you going to use the safe word now?” he whispers to you between his kisses, and you softly whimper, “No.”

Yoongi slowly moves to your right breast, taking the hardened nub into his mouth, sucking and biting it hard between his teeth until you mewl in response. His fingers come to replace his mouth, and you are too distracted by the throbbing happening on your left nipple to notice it when he keeps pinching and twisting the right nub until it grows hard, and you are too lost in the mix of sensations to react when a metal clamp snaps in place, replacing his fingers. Once again, his mouth descends just as you are gasping in pain, soft kisses and kitten licks come to soothe away the pain. It is not enough to make the throbbing pain disappear, but enough to draw your attention away from his hands as he reaches down between your legs, pumping his fingers into your pussy a couple of times while he uses his other hand to spread your legs apart for him.

The feeling of his cock nudging at your entrance barely registers to you, until he suddenly thrusts forwards and starts ramming his cock into you. The rush of pleasure and pain draws you insane, leaving you utterly speechless that your mouth falls open to a silent scream.

Burying himself deep inside you, Yoongi groans deeply with pleasure. The way your pussy is squeezing his cock is already pushing him towards the edge. It always seems like a tight fit when he is deep between your walls, as if you are made for him. Having your body prepared the way you are to him now have only made it feel better for him, as your pussy is holding onto his cock with a vice grip that each slide he makes as he rocks in and out of you feels so heavenly that he nearly cries.

This is the exact feeling that he has been yearning for, to be engulfed in your warmth, to feel the intense pulses wrapping around his girth, and to hear you screaming his name with every hard thrust he is giving you. He doesn’t waste any time to start pounding, already moving so fast and pushing so hard you can feel each thrust all the way to your throat. Your pussy pulses harder in return, making his cock twitch inside you. So soon, he feels ready to come right this moment and to fill you right up with every drop of his release, but he still wants to savour this moment, to make it last longer so he can commit it in his memory until the next time he returns to you for more.

The sound of your moans come with a sob as Yoongi drags his hard cock out of your pussy. You can feel every inch of his girth brushing against your walls as he is sliding out of you, moving agonisingly slow as he pulls back, in contrast to the hard thrusts that he gives when he enters you. Your legs quiver when you the head of his cock close to coming out. Instead of pulling away completely, Yoongi grabs around your waist to lift you up from the pillows and rams back in, increasing his pace as he pulls out and thrusts forward with all his momentum until your body shakes with the force of his pounding.

Your pussy is stretched out perfectly around his big cock, and you tremble each time he hits the deepest part of you with each thrust. It hurts a little when he pounds himself into you, yet it feels good in an extremely primal way. Your breasts move and shake along as he pumps his cock into you, making the clamp bite harder around your nipples each time they move. The mix of pain and pleasure is once again making you grow crazy with the rush of sensations coming over you and you simply take everything, giving in while trying your best to hold on the best you can when you can still hear his commands inside your head.

“Y-Yoongi…! Master—” you continue to howl out incoherent words as the pressure keeps building up, your pussy is getting hotter with its desire for release and its walls are clenching tighter around him as if trying to push both of you over the edge. You can feel each pulse of your coming orgasm rising from within, growing more intense each time that you are not sure if you can stop it from rolling through your whole body. You know that it would be impossible to hold it in this time, having been pushed to the edge too many times and with his relentless poundings never giving you a chance to breathe or to think clearly. The need to cum becomes too much, but your body needs the push, knowing that he would never let you fall into your climax without his permission.

“Please, I need to cum—” you begin to beg him, though your voice comes out with a long moan that escapes from you because he keeps hitting all the right spots.

“Not yet,” Yoongi growls deeply while he continues fucking you for all he is worth, pushing the two of you close to the edge while keeping you hanging there until he says so.

His thrusts speed up a pace, and he is hitting different angles with every stroke, angling and rolling his hips until he finds the very spot that has your hips jerking, your body shuddering, and your throat choking in shock. It feels like he had managed to raise the pleasure he is giving you to a new height. Gritting your teeth, you struggle to hold back from coming too soon. His fingers sink into your bottom cheeks to remind you of the punishment that he has planned for you if you should ever disobey him from coming without permission.

Noticing how your body is responding to him, Yoongi doesn’t miss a beat. He keeps pounding right at the same spot, doing it so hard that your legs are bouncing around his hips while your hands keep pulling against the restraints that are holding your arms up. You curl upward on the bed, your chest arching towards him, straining your breasts and making the bite from the clamps sink deeper. Your spine is bent as you shrivel under the pleasure of his relentless fucking, and the sensation only heightens even more with your eyes restricted, forcing you to feel every pulse, every pump, every stroke that he is giving you. All you can sense is the pleasure rushing through your body and the way his voice keeps filling your head between his pleasured moans and grunts.

“I love the sounds that you make. Give me more of that,” you vaguely hear him murmurs, giving your chest a tight pinch at the softness of his voice. With a gasp of breath, you push that feeling away before it goes through your head. You cannot afford to get lost in that old delusion that has been haunting you for a long time—the illusion that you might mean something more to him, that there is something else behind the tenderness he keeps giving you other than a concerned master taking care of his sex slave in the middle of their playtime.

Even when the thought of it chips your heart in small pieces, it is hard to dwell in the pain when he keeps pushing his cock so deep it knocks the air right out of your chest. Each pump has your heartbeat pumping harder, your blood rushing faster, and you begin to feel the bite of your orgasm pinching just as painfully as the numbing bites on your breasts.

“Please, Master. I’m so close—” you scream breathlessly while your whole body is bouncing on the bed with how fast and hard he is fucking you. You feel as if you are being levitated, when the pleasure becomes so intense that you have no idea just how much longer you can hold on without disobeying him as you are continuously thrust towards the brink of your orgasm.

Right as Yoongi feels the way your muscles are coiling, your pussy walls clenching tightly around him with a few rapid pulses of your rising climax fluttering around his cock, he reaches down between you to find your clit. He captures the swollen nub easily between his fingers, giving it a few slaps that have you sobbing before giving a light pressure which draws out your gasp. He groans at the first tremor that he ignites from your pussy, then tightly pinches your clit between his fingers while he continues giving you his forceful thrusts.

“Come. Come around my cock, slut,” he commands you with a groan, still pumping his thick cock so deep into your pussy that you almost feel like you are being split in two pieces.

His voice snaps you right out of your lingering daze, and you let yourself go and allow yourself to embrace your orgasm. You succumb to your release with a loud wail, moaning with pleasure when the waves of your climax run through you.

Yoongi doesn’t ease down his constant pounding into you, hammering his cock still through your climax to make it last. He waits until the right moment and reaches down, grabbing the chain holding your nipple clamps together and giving it a rough tug until they are unlatched from your nipples, setting you free from their painful bites.

The snap on your skin stings so badly that it makes you scream, and you are sent to your second climax while sobbing intensely as the blood comes rushing from your whole body towards your nipples. It feels so strong that you almost feel like your body is about to explode, as if there are a thousand fingers pressing on your nipples from within that your orgasm just keeps on rolling and rolling in a massive wave, coming through you more intensely than you had ever experienced before. Through your climax, your pussy squeezes his cock like a vice, contracting around his girth and pushing him to his own release. His rapid thrusts soon become sloppy, and his whole body tense for a brief moment before he finally erupts, trembling with his intense orgasm as he fills you up with his cum.

Yoongi continues ramming his cock into you through his climax, holding you down by grinding his hips against you as sprays after sprays of his cum fill you up that you can feel every drop coming out with every twitch of his cock. He slams into you with a few more hard thrusts even when you are already so full of cum that it is starting to leak out with each thrust, not slowing down until he shoots the very last drop of his release. It feels too much, but you are barely coherent to form any word to say as you are already slipping in and out of consciousness, with your exhaustion rolling through your perfectly used body and the multiple intense orgasms draining you dry.

A few moans slip out of your mouth when his thrusts begin to slow down, keeping a steady pace that is just enough to wake your body back up and set off the remaining spasms of your climax until they slowly rise again, thrumming subtly from the depth of your core.

“You still have it in you, don’t you?” you hear his voice whispering in your ear as he leans over you so close, chuckling softly and groaning when he feels your pussy thrumming and fluttering around him again. “It’s okay. You can come. Give it one last time for your master.” At his enchanting words, your body simply complies, and your orgasm comes rolling through your body. It comes through you like a ripple, starting subtly at first, before kicking up a notch when you let go. Your body shakes through your climax, drawing a couple of breathless sobs and moans from your lips, and you embrace it all, giving in to your final release until everything goes dark.

Yoongi keeps you pinned beneath him until his climax wanes down. You are still out of it when he finally moves, pulling his cock out of you and letting his cum ooze from your throbbing cunt to soil the sheets beneath you. Even though you had probably blacked out a second or two, you can still vaguely feel him releasing you from your binds. His rough hands feel gentle on your body as he settles you down beside him on the bed, before he pulls your blindfold off, and the world comes alight.

“Open your eyes. Let me see you,” he whispers, his voice coming out gently this time compared to how he had spoken to you while he was deep in his role. There is no dominance there, no urge to seize control, no harsh command coming out of his lips. The only thing you can sense coming out of him is the gentle part of him that had once won your heart and soul without him even realising it.

A thin sheet of sweat has formed on your skin. You remain lying there, swallowing roughly through your sore throat while trying to regain your breath. Your body is completely worn-out after the multiple intense orgasms he had wrung out of you, but you can still feel the delicate touches and kisses he is laying on your skin to draw you to wake for him.

Inhaling a deep breath, you will your eyes to open themselves, finding him pressing his lips around your sore nipples with a series of delicate, barely-there kisses that are enough to soothe down the faint throbbing pain which still lingers on your skin.

“Welcome back,” he whispers as he looks up to find you awake. He gives one last lick on your sore breasts, earning a soft groan from you when it brings a faint shiver through your body, then he starts crawling up so he can lie down next to you. Your eyes flutter close when you feel his warmth engulfing you, and already your exhaustion gets the best of you, pulling you back down to the darkness.

Brushing his scarred knuckles across your cheek, Yoongi brings you back to him. His warm smile welcomes you when you come awake, opening your eyes to find him holding you against him, something that he had rarely done before.

“Are you hurt anywhere?” he asks you worriedly as he takes your hand in his, rubbing his thumb across the mark on your wrist which had formed from the bind. Then his gaze moves lower, as if trying to make sure that the clamps had not left anything other than the indented mark on your skin. “Are you still sore?”

“I’m okay,” you slowly answer him, not sure where this concern is coming from or why he is even taking his time to care for you this way. Usually, he would start cleaning you up from all the remnants of your tryst, only taking a brief moment to massage away all the soreness on your limbs before he would slip out of the bed and out of the door with a simple, “Thank you for tonight,” without making any promises of coming back.

You would be wishing him good luck on his upcoming fight as you walk him out, and he would joke about feeling so sure about winning his fight now that you have given him all the good luck and all the good fucking that he had needed.

Tonight, however, Yoongi doesn’t seem to be showing any sign of leaving anytime soon. His bare skin is still pressed against yours, his eyes are still roaming down your body, taking every account of each part of you which he had touched instead of looking over towards the door. His fingers are still running gently up and down your body, finding your hips and waist where he had buried his fingers earlier while he was fucking you, before touching gently on the rope marks on your wrists once again to make sure that the pain would go away under his touch. Your breasts are still soft, throbbing with various sensations altogether—the soreness from the clamps, the slickness from his mouth when he was trying to lick your pain away while waking you up, and the wetness pooling between your legs as his cum is still dripping out of you.

“I am sore all over,” you whisper, slowly moving your legs beneath you to press your thighs together and try to stop them from quivering. “But I’m okay. You won’t break me that easily, Yoongi.”

Because you had broken me once before.

The voice in your head speaks to you when instead of seeing an image of him stepping out of your bedroom, you see a flash of an image from him years ago, when you stepped into his changing room to see him before his fight and caught him thrusting his cock into another woman’s throat.

Years had passed since then, and the memory of you and Yoongi together had been smeared by your pain that you can no longer see it vividly when your mind trails back to that same night. But the pain still exists. No matter how many times you had told yourself that you had since moved on, your chest still grows tight when you remember what had happened and what he had done. Oftentimes, on moments like this one when you would find yourself getting swayed by the illusion of his past self that had once put you on the pedestal while you were building your lives together, you would deliberately think back about that night to remind you of the wounds that he had inflicted in you, only to snap you back to face reality.

Usually, doing so would help, and you easily find your resolve to stand your ground and show him the way out. Tonight, however, the pain seems to fail to stir your soul. The tenderness that had been slipping out of him seems to stay a bit longer, and you can feel it through his touch, when his arm has yet to set you free.

Clearing your throat, you try to hide the turmoil happening inside your head as you look up at him with a smile. “Are you feeling okay, though? Do you think you’ll be ready for your fight tomorrow?”

Yoongi doesn’t answer you right away, but the look in his eyes seems unreadable. You have no idea what is going on inside that smart head of his. The only thing you know is that you feel exposed under the intensity of his gaze, when it feels like he can see right through you. Even when the playtime is over, you still feel vulnerable in front of him.

Pushing yourself up from lying down takes a lot of effort, and Yoongi is quick to help you, though he makes a move to stop you from stepping out of the bed. “Wait, I haven’t finished—”

“It’s fine,” you quickly say to him. Even without him finishing his words, you already know what he means. You can feel it dripping down your legs the moment your feet encounter the carpeted floor. Reaching for your robe, you slowly put it on while avoiding his gaze. “I mean—it’s okay, master. You’ve done enough to take care of me, so I can clean myself in the showers. Our time is up anyway.”

You turn away right after, failing to catch the way his eyes are glaring at your words. “Besides, don’t you have to get home and get some rest? You have the fight to prepare to. I don’t think it would be a good idea for you to be out so late, much less to spend it with a broad like me and to stay in this old brothel.”

A shift happens behind you as Yoongi jumps out of the bed. The rustling sound of his pants as he hastily puts them on fills the room, and you refuse to look at him, afraid of what you might see or feel when your emotions seem to be erratic. The only thing holding you together is the sense of calm that still remains after the intimate moment you had with him. Just like how he had always claimed that you would be the only one to provide him with what he needs, Yoongi has proven yet again to be the only person in this world who knows how to please you the right way, to give you the kind of pleasure that remains unparalleled even after so many years.

You are so lost in your thoughts that you don’t feel him coming closer until you feel the ghost of his touch on your shoulder, then his calm voice comes when he says, “Come to my fight tomorrow.”

Surprised to hear what he had just said, you turn around so quickly to face him, stepping back when you find him standing close. A nervous laugh slips out of you, thinking—and hoping—that he had been joking or that you had heard him wrong. “You want me to come and see you fight? Really? Now that’s an offer that I’d never expected to hear from you.”

But soon your laughter dies down when his expression doesn’t change at all. The darkness in his eyes tells you that he is being serious, and the unsettling feeling that has been bothering you ever since the first moment you caught the tenderness coming out of him returns to you tenfold.

“I mean it. I want you there.”

A part of you wants to scoff at him and shake off the idea that he seems to be offering you, while the other part of you—the gullible one, the one which you had forced to stay hidden in the back of your mind since the night he broke your heart—is beginning to feel hopeful, letting the fluttering in your heart which you had pushed aside earlier to slyly bloom in your chest.

Looking into his eyes, you realise that even the simplest of words he gave you had truly meant something else. Deep down, you know without a doubt that he had meant something more than just to have you there while he is in the ring to fight. That he is implying to have something more than having you as his company during his fight.

“I think we’ve crossed that line once too many times already. Don’t you think?” you answer him while forcing a smile, hoping that your voice doesn’t come out bitter. “We’ve been there a long time ago, and look what happened.”

Just like that, everything comes back to your mind—the fights, the horror of seeing him getting hurt on that ring and hurting someone else when he was unable to hold down his exploding rage, then the hurt he gave you when he had chosen to run to someone else for release on the very night you were not available for him—and the part of you which is trying to be realistic is quickly winning.

For a moment, he reveals a sense of vulnerability when he seems to know where your mind has been wandering off to, knowing what you see in your silence and how the past might be catching up on you. His fear and remorse are written in his eyes, but it only remains there for a moment as he is quick to cover it, when he puts back the invisible mask that he had been wearing even when he is with you.

Perhaps you are not the only one who is still haunted by the past, after all.

You force yourself to look away before his gaze makes you sway and change your mind. “I knew that our arrangement would mess with our minds. We probably shouldn’t have started this from the start,” you say this without looking at him, hiding the way your body grows tense in melancholy when you recall the day he walked through the brothel’s door and specifically requested to book one night with you.

To this day, you still have no clue how he managed to find you or what he said the first time you reunited again a while back, too stunned to see him after you had once believed that you would never be able to see him again. The only thing you remember from that day was the punishing sex that you had with him as he released his anger on you by pounding his cock into your pussy until you were left too sore to move from the bed until the next morning came, as if he was teaching you a lesson for disappearing from his life and for building this new life that leaves no space for him to return.

“Speaking of which—” you continue while forcing your voice to stay calm. “You might want to consider finding someone else to help you the next time you come around. I can help arrange to find you a few candidates that may be able to provide you with what you need. I’m sure we can find someone.”

“What—?” he snaps and grabs your arm to turn you to face him. The frown on his face clearly shows you that he doesn’t like the idea you are giving him at all. And he makes it clear when he finally says, “I don’t want anyone else.”

His admission makes your heart drop, but he gives you no chance to dwell on your doubts further when he pulls you into his chest. If putting his arms around you had already stirred your emotions, he takes it a step further when he leans down, making your silent wish come true when he captures your lips in his.

He starts kissing you roughly, nothing that shows romance, simply the need to make up for lost time. You easily shrink from the pressure of his ferocious kiss. The intensity of both his presence and his kiss draw your legs to grow weak and your body entranced that you barely notice it when he turns the two of you around and leads you back to the bed at the center of the room.

You don’t even realise that you are moving. Not until the back of your legs bump into the bed frame. Cornered with nowhere else to go, while his kiss deepens the moment he slips his tongue into your mouth, taking your breath and every sanity that you still have left away with him, you finally crumble. Immediately, you lose every sense of gravity, leaving you with no other choice but to give in. Yoongi tightens his arms around you and his devouring kiss anchors you to him as he pushes you back, sending you down, down, and you keep going lower until you are lying on your back, returning to the same spot where he had taken you only moments before.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispers against your lips as he pulls back, while you are forced to hold back a sob when his lips fall to your hair, your forehead, and then to your chin. “I’m done pretending that I don’t want more. Done waiting until you put down your barrier and let me in. I know you’re still hurt, but it’s been killing me when you pretend like you don’t care.”

He stops to look straight into your eyes, his gaze grows even more intense when he says, “It’s fucking time to stop denying what my heart really wants. You. It’s always been you. Don’t tell me that you can’t see that. And I’d be damn if I have to keep my mouth shut any longer.”

Swallowing hard, you can feel your resolve breaking apart. You close your eyes to avoid his gaze, when the look he is giving you only brings you back to the past. It brings back all the memories, all the good and the bad ones. And with them, it brings back all the pain.

“Do you realise what you’re asking? Things have changed, Yoongi. You, of all people, should’ve noticed it at this point.” You brace yourself to look at him again, hoping that you can be strong enough to make him see how this could never work. “Just like how I hated what you had to do to survive back then, I know that you hate my job just the same. I’m not the same person you knew then, and we can’t have what we had lost. You couldn’t accept who I was back then, how could you be so sure that you can accept me now?”

There it is. Finally, the plague of your insecurities has come to light for him to see. And you are finally letting yourself face the truth that has been lying in hiding under your subconscious and in the depth of your own denial. That his infidelity had not been the only thing that broke you apart. Life, and the choices you both made in the past had done that to you, and there is no way you could easily go back to that path with him knowing how destructive you are together.

“Just because our arrangement had worked so well for us in the past year, it doesn’t mean that we should take things into account and use it as a reason to ask for more,” you continue, forcing a smile on your face when you add, “Hasn’t this arrangement been working well enough for you? For us? That you can always come here when it’s convenient, when you need a release and to find someone to take all of that maddening rage of yours before we can continue with the rest of our lives the next day.”

His frown deepens, and you can feel his annoyance rumbling out of him when he snaps, “You think that's the only reason why I keep coming back to you? To have a good fuck? That I spent all that time trying to track you down and find you in this place only so I can use your body just like those other men who had kept coming to you?”

You open your mouth to remind him of what he had requested back then before all of this started to happen, only for him to shut you up with a kiss. “I admit that I wasn’t lying when I said you are the only one who could help me control myself, and that I need you to get rid of this anger inside me. But I wasn’t telling you the truth when I said I’ll only be using you to fuck this rage out of my system. I needed you then, and I still need you now, that’s the truth.”

A sob escapes you when you listen to him spilling his heart to you, and he swallows it by pressing his lips on yours again, stealing every word that you might want to say to deny everything that is about to happen between you.

When he notices that you have stopped fighting against him, Yoongi’s mouth continues to move so fluidly over yours. Before tonight, you could only dream about this moment. Now that this is actually happening, it sweeps your mind into a whirl that it makes you feel like you really are dreaming. You are only hazily aware of being laid back on the bed and to feel his weight on you. The familiarity of his touch brings you all the way back, to the moment in time when he used to touch you the same way. For the first time, looking back into the past only seems to mend you back together instead of breaking you apart.

Just when you are about to return his kiss, he moves his mouth from yours and the tip of his tongue scorches a trail down your throat. You feel his hands tugging at your robe, though you have your eyes closed, voluntarily this time, that you only feel it happening instead of seeing what he is doing to you. He keeps tugging and slipping the darn thing away until you feel the cool air falling on your skin, then his hands start roaming everywhere. Even with your mind muddled and refusing to believe that this is more than a dream, you feel the wetness of his mouth on your exposed nipple.

His suckling mouth makes you arch your back with a small cry. It is not so much that his action hurts you, but more because your skin is still tender after the clamps and all the other wicked things he did to you that the sensation simply heightens, and he makes it even more intense when each lap of his tongue is made with a tenderness that goes straight into your wounded heart. You continue to writhe on the sheets as he swirls his tongue around the hardened nub and then suckles it with his mouth once more, before going to the other and doing the same. At the same time, you are keenly aware of his hand as he moves it to caress your thigh, moving upward to scoop the remaining cum still dripping out of your cunt with his fingers.

You cry out as his finger slides through the soft folds of your pussy, using the slickness of the cum that he had filled you with to glide easily until he finds your entrance. Your breath comes in explosive gasps and moans as he explores further, pushing his fingers into your pussy until the wet sound of your arousal and the remnants of your earlier tryst fills the room when he thrusts them so deep he can feel how perfectly filled you still are.

You are still writhing beneath him when you feel him tearing down his pants once more and moving between your legs. Deep down, you know that you need to stop this before it gets too far, before he would break down the walls that you have built between the two of you to protect your heart. But there is a bigger part of you that doesn’t want it to stop. The one that had always been silent even while hurting whenever you had to see him walk out the door after every night you spent together. You want him to keep going, to show you that he had meant everything and that his words were not something that he had said in the heat of the moment only to change the next morning.

You feel his weight on you, and you feel his hands spreading your legs before you feel him slowly entering you, filling your sensitive cunt with his cock, taking you back to where your senses had been spiralling up to. Finding the small nub between your folds, he begins to caress and rub it just as he begins to move, sliding in and out of you at a slow pace and repeatedly hitting his cock home. He draws a loud cry out of you when he pounds his cock repeatedly right at the same spot, still remembering the perfect spot which had sent you off to the brink of your climax.

Writhing on the sheets, you reach around him and start clawing at his back as the rush of your pleasure begins to rise. With your senses heightened to the max and your body still recovering after your previous tryst, added with the fact that you have your emotions rolling high, there is no stopping it when you can feel it coming, your muscles coiling as your orgasm is drawn right out of your core.

Though Yoongi is not pounding his cock rapidly inside you, taking things slowly as he makes love to you, his thrusts are still enough to have you struggling not to pass out from the wicked sensations radiating out of your core. The sound of your pleas is quick to drive him over the edge and he plunges deeply into you, pumping his cock steadily until your moans of pleasure begin to fill the room, growing louder and louder as he quickens his pace, driving in and out of you at the pace that has you levitating to the edge.

“Come to my fight tomorrow,” he roughly says to you between each thrust, his voice rumbling so deep that you can feel his desperation, his truth, his vulnerability that he had never shown anyone else before. “We don’t have to be anything more right away. But if there is a point in the future for us to cross that line then we’ll do it together, and we’ll do it at the same pace. Not to rush things like we did before.”

With a gasp, you look at him with wide, hopeful eyes. He must be seeing your doubt crumbling when he returns your gaze, and his smile serves as a silent promise that is enough to snap the final thread holding your resolve together into pieces. Seeing how you are finally letting go and that he is finally winning you over, Yoongi reaches down, pinching your clit as he pushes his cock all the way in.

“Come around my cock. Right now,” he harshly commands you, drawing out another gasp from you when his voice snaps the coil inside you and pushes you over the edge. “Come for me.”

A loud cry slips out of your mouth the moment your orgasm crashes through your body, when you succumb to the pleasure, completely losing all control and no longer caring about how to send him out the door when your body is connected to him in a new height. The flutters your pussy walls are making around his cock send him crying out as he is unable to hold back his own release. Soon, you feel him filling you up with spurts and spurts of his cum, adding to what he had given you earlier as he keeps pushing his cock in and out, keeping it steady until he begins slowing down and he breathlessly collapses on top of you.

Both of you are still breathing heavily when he pushes himself up on his elbows and runs the tip of his nose down the column of your throat, breathing in your scent and listening to the rapid pulse rushing down your neck. The ghost of his lips manages to put yourself together, helping you voice out the words that have been forming in your head right at the height of your pleasure.

“Okay,” you whisper to him, and his smile grows wider as he listens to the words that he has been waiting to hear. “I’ll go. I’ll be there.”

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[nekomacheercaptain]

Day 14: Portgas D. Ace x fem! reader

Honestly sex with Ace would be so much fun, and I can imagine stupid conversations would lead to things like this hehe he is competitive (and stubborn) after all

Word count: 0,7K

Content: mutual masturbation, masturbation (female and male), vaginal sex, established relatinship

“You want to fuck me so bad right now, don’t you?”

Your voice sweet and smooth like honey, in contrast to your rough and direct words escaping your lips in small pants, causing him to wince at the sudden bolt of arousal shooting through his body.

“Yeah - ngh fuck - but not as bad as you want to fuck me,” he managed to tease back at you.

Lewd, wet sounds came from the lubed hand pumping his cock, along with the squelching of your own fingers abusing your pussy, substituting your boyfriend’s cock.

A small challenge rouse between you after Ace joked about how you always were the one jumping on him, saying you were the horndog in the relationship. Dumbfounded, you opposed, and it led you to the two of you naked in front of each other, pleasuring yourselves, both of you too stubborn to accept or deny the stupid accusation.

“Fuck you”

“Nah, fuck you”

“No, then - aah! - I lose!” you whined, your body craving more than your short, lousy fingers trying to reach something they never could. However, admitting that to him, admitting defeat? Not a chance, so you sucked it up and may have faked some moans in order to make him bust. Unbeknownst to you, Ace was a fool when it comes to a lot of things, but what he takes pride in is how well he knows your body. His brain occupies a section solely of your noises alone, and those you were making in front of him? 

A loud click of his tongue caught your attention, freezing your ministrations, “You’re faking it,” he breathed out between groans, his rhythm getting slower as his thumb circled the head of his cock painted an angry pink, small drops of precum leaking out.

Asshole. “Am not,” your added another finger into your needy cunt, a content sigh escaping your parted lips.

A cocky smile plastered itself on your boyfriend’s flushed face, “You don’t think I know - agh! Shit - what you sound like?” and the strain in his muscles as he pumped himself fervently, tensing and toning the results of his adventures, leaving you with a rather delicious sight. His chiseled abs clenching and relaxing with each breath, his bicep bulging with each pump of his fist, and his veiny, calloused hands firm around his cock. How did you ever get so lucky to score the hottest man across the grand line?

“There’s a reason you always scratch my back, you know?” his confidence gained a boost thanks to your silence, “Baby, I know the sounds you make when you feel good, don’t fool yourself,” and his voice and the truth behind it had you biting your bottom lip, feeling a dull ache in your forearm, knowing a cramp was approaching. But your wanton moans and knitted brows let him know you were close, and he knew just what to do to get you over the edge. And perhaps win the stupid little argument between you.

“Fuck, Ace!” 

“You need my cock in that tight little pussy of yours, don’t you, baby?”

Your mouth opened in a gasp as he crawled closer to you on the bed, landing between your legs automatically spreading themselves for him, jerking himself off just above your own hand, the lewd sounds of his cock fucking his hand making your pussy clench around your fingers, as you continued massaging your insatiable walls.

“One word and I’ll forget about your stupid faking,” his smirk taunted you, knowing just how weak you were for his smile, no matter the attitude behind it. Your own hands could never satisfy or set your body aflame the same way his hands and, nevertheless, his cock could. In a moment of weakness, that seemed endless with him, you whined out the answer that ultimately led to your defeat; yes.

“God, Ace, yes, please just fuck me!”

And he had won. With a triumphant smile on his face, your hand was ripped away from your cunt, not allowing you to feel empty before he shoved his entire cock into you, followed by a guttural groan as he felt your warm, gummy walls embrace him tightly. He relished in the sight of you throwing your head back and reaching for his forearms to create lovely crescent moons he’d admire later, adoring the desperate and breathless moans flowing out of you.

Maybe you didn't mind being the horndog in the relationship after all?

I've realized my works have gotten shorter and shorter, just because of uni smh 🙄 But it's already been two weeks!!! Oh my god... I doubt I'll be able to manage two full weeks, but I'll try my best! Anyway, thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed it!

[enhaheeseung]

Mistake

pairings: heeseung X y/n reader.

warnings: ⚠️ 21+, smut, unprotected sex, one night stand, saliva, slight anal kinda-ish, mirror sex. alcohol.

summary : your friends dragged you along to the high school’s graduation party, and ditched you for the first group of guys they seen. leaving you all alone and giving a random stranger the perfect opportunity to approach you.

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you were sat alone at the drink table, taking a sip of the liquid. a slow burn explores your whole body, you were on your fifth drink since your friends had left you hanging.

you were feeling slightly dizzy, but the alcohol percentage wasn’t very high, so a few more couldn’t hurt.

you poured yourself another drink.

“bad break up?” a male voice said approaching your figure.

he was fairly tall, broard shoulders, and long legs, he was still in his uniform from earlier, but still looked handsome nevertheless, and his voice wasn’t too bad on the ears either.

you took a sip from your cup admiring the stranger.

“Actually no, but I think that would have been better than being ditched at a party you never intended to even be at” you let out a heavy sigh.

“well atleast you seem to be enjoying something” he said referring to how many drinks you had consumed.

“as long as I’m here, I might aswell find something to enjoy”

he took a seat to your right. facing you with a drink in hand.

you turned to him. making eye contact for the first time that night, and his eyes were the most beautiful you had ever seen big round orbs sparkling under the dim lights.

“Well what if I told you, I could offer you something that would be even more enjoyable than that drink”.

He proposed the idea while shifting his knee in between your parted legs, he downed the remaining alcohol in his cup.

truthfully he’d been staring at you for awhile, but he only built up the courage to approach you after some more drinks were in his system.

he was hoping no one else would before he got the chance, and to his luck no one did.

Although he did wonder why, In his eyes you looked absolutely stunning. even in a simple sun dress you managed to look breathtaking.

he had to have you.

the shift in his eyes caused your breathing to get uneven, it’s not that you didn’t want him,

the question was, should you?

you decided to go with the feeling between your legs, rather than the feeling in your gut.

“What did you have in mind?” you respond to his question.

“Come, it’ll be easier if I show you” he grabbed your hand and led you to what he thought would be an empty room.

“It seems all the rooms are taken, so if it’s all the same to you? he pointed to the bathroom, he didn’t want his time with you to be in such an unattractive setting, but he needed!you really bad.

and if it had not been for the dampness of your underwear, you would have refused but you needed him just as much.

“Lead the way” you said to him

he opened the bathroom door and pulled you in with him, locking the door in the process.

as soon as the lock clicked, his lips were on yours.

it was filled with nothing but desire and lust. he bit your lip making you gasp allowing him to insert his tongue in your mouth.

the small room already felt hot, a thin layer of sweat covered your body.

you kissed him back with the same desire if not more. the taste of his lips made you more dizzy than the drinks you had prior.

you started sucking on his tongue making him moan into your mouth, and gosh, did his moans sound more beautiful than anything you’ve ever heard, it was like music to your ears.

the way you kissed him just riled him up even more.

he backed you up to the counter, leg between yours as you both grinding into each other.

he moved down and placed hurried kisses to your neck.

“im sorry,!I can’t wait any longer” he felt himself getting harder by the second, and the taste of you had his head spinning, he was drunk off you.

he quickly maneuvered you so your back was facing him while he was behind you.

he slowly lifted your dress up, exposing your lower body. his large veiny hands explored you, he gripped your sides rubbing up and down till reached your ass and massaged you there, until he was content.

he pulled your panties down to you ankles, not missing the string of wetness that contacted them to you.

“Oh fuck, you’re already so wet baby”

“Tell me who has you like this”.

“You do, only you.”

were you really that desperate?

soon you heard him unbuckle his belt. you were waiting to see what he had in store for you already feeling impatient.

You made eye contact with him for the second time that night. watching him from the mirror in front of you two.

he pulled his pants down around his ankles. the need for you was taking over. he didn’t even bother to remove his boxers, opting to just use the hole infront, to remove himself from the confines of his clothing.

he rubbed his length up and down your soaked pussy lips. he groand feeling just how wet you were.

it turned him on more than it probably should have, but he couldn’t careless. he just needed his release.

You felt just how hard he was, while he was tapping his dick on your back side. you let out a small whine watching him from the mirror.

after hearing your sounds he couldn’t hold back anymore, he had to hear more.

slowly inserting himself inside you, the stretch made you arch your back allowing him to go deeper and deeper, filling you up completely with his thick cock.

He had reached a point of no return. the way your walls gripped around him was enough to make him go insane.

“what are you doing to me” he grunted.

you couldn’t speak. the way he held you and how he made you feel, it was like nothing you’ve ever felt before. and once he started thrusting in and out of you…

You were a goner.

he had you wrecked. and you had only met him not even an hour ago.

he sped up his movements making you moan out loud.

He smiled to himself, pleased with how he was able to make you moan out for him.

“ you’re taking me in so we’ll, it’s like this was meant to happen”

you’re not sure, but you were glad it was.

he removed one hand from your hip and stuck his thumb in his mouth, gathering his saliva on it.

he placed his thumb on your tight rim rubbing soft gentle circles before he inserted it inside you.

now with both holes being completely full of nothing but him.

the pace of his thumb matched with his hips. you were completely overwhelmed by pleasure, moaning out so loud that anyone who was paying attention could hear the two of you going at it.

your sounds only spurred him on even more, he was fucking into you so hard but, it felt so good.

you watched him taking you from behind, his lip stuck between his teeth, as he railed you like there was no tomorrow.

The clapping sound only proved further that he was fucking you into complete oblivion.

Through all this you managed to get a few words out.

“W-what’s your name?” you moaned again.

“does it matter?, it’s not like you’re ever gonna see me again.

“I wanna know so I can scream it after you make me cum. please, I’m so close”

your head dropped. and your legs were violently shaking.

he bent down to where his lips were slightly touching the shell of your ear.

goosebumps had formed all over your body, when he whispered.

“You can call me ethan.” he spoke. mind telling me yours love?

“Y/n” you pulled yourself together so you could reply .

“Pretty name for a pretty girl, well y/n are you ready to have the best orgasm of your life?”

“yes, ethan please don’t stop fucking me” you begged him not to stop.

he was fucked. he wished he told you sooner cause his name coming from your lips was the single most hottest thing he’d ever heard.

“O-oh my god, you’re so tight y/n” he grunted

“all for you ethan, I’m all yours” you couldn’t believe you were letting a man you had met only an hour ago

rail you in the bathroom and telling him you belonged to him, but here you were, and nothing in your mind could rationalize that this was a bad decision, cause it felt like the best one.

“ethan I’m so close” you whimper.

“Me too love” he reached his free hand to your clit rubbing it in fast hasty circles.

“Look at me y/n” he said pounding into you.

you looked at him mouth parted with endless moans leaving your lips, and that was the third time you made eye contact that night.

he curled his thumb inside you, fucking you deeper, all of these actions he performed to you at one time had you reaching your high in mere seconds.

“Ethan, fuck, oh fuck” you were screaming his name over and over, nonstop.

“That’s it baby, make a mess on my cock” and just like that you were cumming and clenching around him tightly.

“please, cum inside me ethan” you begged for it.

“fuck, y/n” he moaned.

And that’s all it took to make him spill his seed inside you, your walls spasmed around him. hugging his cock so tight, you were definitely the best that he’s ever had.

He slowed his pace to prolong your highs, gently removing his thumb from inside you.

He leaned down to place one last kiss to the side of your cheek, before pulling out completely. watching his cum spill from inside you, he bit his lip to contain any sounds from leaving his mouth.

once you were finished, he helped you stand up properly to clean you with a tissue and pulling your dress back down. while he pulled his pants up buckling his belt again.

and for the fourth and final time you made eye contact with him.

he pulled you close to place a kiss to your lips.

“well, you were right, that was way more enjoyable than any stupid drink on that table” you smiled up at him.

“Thank you, for giving me the best night of my life y/n.

he brought your hand closer to his face giving it a soft kiss before letting you go.

He headed for the door. but not before turning back to you one last time,

“Have a goodnight y/n” he winked closing the door and leaving you all by yourself again. for the second time tonight.

and that’s when you realized, you felt felt kinda sad that he was leaving and you wouldn’t see him again.

how could you have gotten attached so quickly?

Now you wished you had of went with the feeling in your gut, cause then you wouldn’t have made this mistake.

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[sevasey51]

Periods Suck

A/n: this has been written with it swayed on personal heavy experiences with periods from a young age, nevertheless I hope you all enjoy and if needed find comfort that you’re not alone <3

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This is a request for @chrisevansobbsesed thank you for this it was joy to write I hope you like it

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Summary: the reader has extremely painful periods due to Endometriosis that she got diagnosed with at 14, Chris being the amazing soft! Dad he is helps her though her to manage the period on top of normal flare ups

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Paring: Chris Evans x Daughter! Reader

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Periods have always been a pain and not as near normal as you though they would be when you finally ‘blossomed’ in to a young women instead you traded the ‘easy’ way with periods for the pain, hospital stays, doctors appointments and basically writing off the days you had you’re period because it would either leave you wrapped up crying in your dad’s bed or on the sofa with dodger in tow in both instances.

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- “Hey sweetheart” you hear you’re dad say as he walks in his room where you’ve been snuggling since you woke up crying in pain in the early hours of this morning

- “Hi dad” you replied so small in your voice curling back into your dad because of the pain

It pulls on Chris to see his little girl like this constantly but never the less he is proud of how you take it each time the pain comes not only on periods but when you have really bad endo flare ups.

- “how are you, feeling better after your meds?”

- “It still really hurts, and it feels like it hasn’t touched it i just want to sleep it off but that never works” you replied as your voice audibly broke crying in pain

After you started to cry Chris cuddled you closer to his body whilst resting you’re head on his chest, he switches on the little mermaid to try and get you to focus on something other than the pain. With doing that he presses a heat pad onto your abdominal area with this hand overtop for extra heat.

- “try and sleep bubba, I’m here and so is dodger and we’ll get you more meds after a nap and some food. If it still feels bad I’ll call the doctor for some more high strength TXA (Tramexamic acid) to help with the muscles.” Chris said sympathising with how visibly uncomfortable you are

- “Mhmh okay” sleep deep in your voice, as you slowly succumbed to dream land Chris lays there with you in his embrace thinking how lucky he is to call you his daughter and much of a trooper you are he won’t say it but he admires you for it.

The rest of the day and the days following was spent sleeping with a doctors appointment as you could both tell this period was different and Disney+ marathons with quality snuggles with the person you call your hero <3

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So i hope you like it, there were some abbreviations in this so i will be linking helpful links for anyone who would like to know more about anything mentioned

Endometriosis - https://www.nhs.uk/conditions/endometriosis/#overview

TXA - it is used primarily to lessen extreme blood loss or extremely heavy periods, however i had it personally for the muscle contractions i used to get. So it depends on the situation https://www.nhs.uk/medicines/tranexamic-acid/

Sending love <3

[bellatrixscurls]

“achy” ☁️ draco x reader x harry

warnings : smut, dom/sub, sub!reader, sub!harry, dom!draco, soft aftercare, praise kink.

summary : you feel needy so you make harry skip transfiguration, and draco finds out.

a/n : not me writing for drarry again bc i’m literally obsessed with this ship- chile 😳.

“but please, har! i really need you” you pouted at the bespectacled boy, staring up at him as your hands tugged at his scarlet and golden tie, “you’re so pretty. please, angel.”

harry only sighed, biting his lip at the sight of you. you needed him so much, and seeing you in that state made him want you too, more than anything, “okay” he agreed, feigning indifference but a smile crept onto his face as soon as strings of ‘thank you’s and ‘i love you’s left your mouth, along with your arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

you wasted no time in dragging him up the stairs to his dorm, knowing that draco wouldn’t be able to catch you there.

closing the door behind him, harry let you undress him. you began with his tie, that you’d been dying to get off him since that morning, then with his pants and briefs, and finally took off his shirt, leaving him bare in front of you. you smiled weakly at him, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss on his chest, making him giggle at the action, “so fucking precious, ‘m love” you said as you got down on your knees, gripping his thighs for support as your lips lightly touched his red tip, causing him to shudder.

“so pretty” he whispered as he guided your head, your mouth taking all of him, making you gag at his impressive size, “f-fuck, y/n/n. taking all of me like such a good g-girl, fuck!” whined harry, pushing your head closer so you were forced to breathe through your nose, tears leaking out of your eyes at the roughness of his thrusts.

a few more thrusts along with your boyfriend’s praises and you couldn’t ignore your neediness, your hand immediately sliding down and playing with your clit. you hummed around his cock as he continued to fuck your mouth, and you heard harry chuckling from above you, “couldn’t take it anymore, could you, lovey ?” he questioned rhetorically, but you shook your head nevertheless, “stop that, angel.”

and although his tone was gentle, your hand immediately left your wet cunt, at the same time he cupped your face and eased himself out of your mouth, “lemme taste my sweet little girl” he said, earning a soft moan from you as you held two fingers up, close to his lips. harry’s tongue poked out as his mouth opened and he took your fingers between his upper lip and tongue, sucking and humming around them as his eyes closed.

the sight was pure sex. harry, with your fingers inside his mouth, tasting you and actually enjoying it. “d-daddy” you whispered, and harry’s eyes immediately snapped open, watching your glossy eyes and pouty lips, “wanna- wanna be fucked, please. wanna cum ‘round your cock, pretty please” and although a sub himself, harry couldn’t say he wasn’t enjoying that — you calling him ‘daddy’, while begging for his cock.

“well, good girls get what they want, don’t they, sweetheart ?” he asked, brushing some strands of hair out of your face. “m-i’m a good girl ?” you asked hopefully, watching as he nodded, satisfied at how submissive you were for him, and only him, “a good girl that’s gonna receive exactly what she wants, hm ?”

so you didn’t even try to control yourself anymore, and got on your back on the floor, pulling harry on top of you as you kissed him passionately, running your hands up and down his chest. chuckling, he pulled away for a second, “easy- easy, my love” he pressed his forehead against yours, slowly pushing his cock inside of you, pulling breathless moans and whines from you as he couldn’t control the endless groans escaping his parted lips.

“just l-like that- so good! so fucking good.”

***

an hour later, after cumming three times each, you were finally done. laying on the floor, sweaty bodies pressed against each other as you tried to catch your breaths. “should we t-take a bath now ? use some lotion for s-sore muscles ?” you asked, remembering the usual things draco’d do after sex.

harry was aware about those things, but being a sub himself, he couldn’t do it properly so he just said “i- i think we should go to dinner first, you know- so draco won’t be suspicious” he offered and you agreed, feeling hungry yourself.

you put on one of harry’s tshirts and your shorts, while harry dressed himself as well, and you headed to the great hall. while walking, your legs were visibly trembling, and harry seemed tense and uncomfortable as well, but you just brushed it off and continues walking.

once there, you made your way to the slytherin table, where you and harry sat on either of draco’s sides. but then again, sitting down wasn’t comfortable either — your pussy was aching and you swore that you could hear harry hiss as well.

frowning, draco glanced at you, then at harry and back at you, eventually opening his mouth, “didn’t see you in transfiguration” he spoke matter of factly, turning back to his food as he waited for an answer.

“i-i forgot to do my essay a-and you know how minnie gets” you told him quietly, your cheeks burning in embarrassment at what happened just a few minutes before.

draco hummed, not really impressed as he turned his gaze to his boyfriend, “and you ?”

looking down shyly, harry stuttered, “i was h-helping her.”

“right, so who’s idea was it ?”

“what idea ?”

“skipping class to fuck. without me ? d’you think i’m stupid, potter ?”

“we didn’t-”

“oh yeah ? explain this, then” draco said arrogantly, sliding one of his hands inside your underwear and slapping your clit lightly as you cried out in pain, half of the table turning to look at you, but they instantly looked away when draco glared at them.

deep in thought, draco removed his hand from your underwear and brought it up to nose, inhaling the scent with closed eyes. inhaling deeply, his eyes snapped open and he groaned, gripping both yours and harry’s wrists and practically dragged you up to his dorm.

***

“did you apply lotion ? take a warm bath ? wash your hair ?” draco yelled at both you and harry, as the only thing you could do was shake your heads, waiting for the punishment he had in store for you, sooner or later.

groaning in frustration, draco disappeared behind the door of his spacious bathroom — as he was a prefect. you shot harry a look as well as he did you, tears leaking out of your eyes as you waited for your boyfriend to come back.

“in here, now” his cold voice instructed and both of you obliged instantly, your legs quivering as you entered the bathroom, trying to stand straight in front of the blond, “my poor little babies...” he spoke softly as his hands went to cup one of your cheeks and one of harry’s, pulling you closer to his chest and holding you there.

you sobbed against his pale skin, the achiness increasing as well as your guiltiness, “m s-sorry, dray...didn’t wanna- i knew you w-wouldn’t skip class with us and- and harry looked so pretty...i’m so so sorry” by the time you were done speaking, your tears were dripping down your chin and all the way down draco’s shirt.

but instead of yelling or punishing you like you thought he would, draco shushed you, depositing harry and then you into the spacious bathtub.

“next time don’t do these things without permission, bubs...see ? it hurts now, doesn’t it ?” he cooed when you and harry winced as the hot water came into contact with your sore muscles and your overused bodies.

you nodded shyly as harry laid his head upon your chest, closing his eyes, “m sorry too...” he whispered, too shy to even look at any of you as he buried his face into your chest, “for being a bad boy, i mean...wanna be good f-” but harry couldn’t get the last words out of his mouth as his adorable little snores filled the room, causing both you and draco to giggle quietly.

“he’s probably gonna do this again, isn’t he ?” draco sighed, squeezing some shampoo on his palm and rubbing his palms together.

“if this is what we get, i’m most likely gonna do this again as well.”

“wh- hey!”

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[widow-maximov]

Miscommunication

Pairing: Natasha x Fem Reader

Warning: Language, fluff, sexual suggestion, some angst.

Summary: Being younger in a relationship can always bring issues, but how will you deal with them is more important.

Word count: 4.5k

My requests are always open so feel more than welcome to pop in a suggestion for the next story :3

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Through out your whole life there was always this strange attraction to women, but not just any women; older women. You would always catch yourself looking at your female teachers rather than girls your age.

Obviously the good looking ones, not the old grandma's that would think they own the school. Nevertheless when you joined the Avengers, you were met with a lot of people who were a lot more older than you but you didn't really care.

For you age is a number and some of those numbers limit you to certain things but you didn't really care. Whilst joining the Avengers you felt like you fit in immediately, which was a big deal to you.

You absolutely loved missions, people blamed it on you being young and had so much energy but in reality, it was just you being you. You loved kicking ass, especially ass that deserved a good beating.

In a way, you and Natasha shared some similarities, the both of you wanted to save everyone and if anything went bad you partly blame yourself for not acting fast enough, that's why missions with you and Natasha always went smoothly.

That didn't go unnoticed by the redhead, she took an interest in you when she noticed how dedicated you were to everything you put your mind to. In a way it reminded her of herself and she knew she wanted to know more about you.

She wasn't much of a open person so she tried her best when it came to you, at first you were intimidated by the Russian but the more you spent your time around the team, the more you saw her relax, she would invite you to movie night when it was only her and Wanda and even went out of the way to train you which you took without hesitation.

Each training session was Natasha flooring you and you being distracted by her, your mind seems to be somewhere else but you were able to hide it around her. Just because you were distracted didn't mean you didn't get better, you could easily floor Bucky if you really tried which was a success for you.

Natasha took it upon herself to teach you a lot of things and how they were done, causing you to develop this feeling of always wanting to be around her.

The more you spend time with Natasha the stronger your feelings have gotten, to the point where the want to kiss her turned into the need. You wanted to distant yourself from her but you just couldn't, her smile, her laugh and the way she would gently touch you whenever she laughed so hard.

It wasn't possible for you to even distant yourself so you decided to face your fears of rejection which was new to you as you were always confident, but confessing your love to someone that could possible consider you as their child made you nervous and scared.

Taking a big breath, you knocked on her door and when she answered, you couldn't move as if you froze right there, causing the redhead to get up and open the door.

There she stood, in shorts, hair loose and a shirt "Are you okay?"

You nodded "Yeah... Can we talk?"

She eyed you first, trying to somehow read of you why you wanted to talk, she moved to the side to let you in, closing her door and facing you "What did you want to talk about?"

You gulped as she finally faced you, you knew this could go two ways, the rejection way or the okay way "I have something to confess to you"

She narrowed her eyes "Did you find someone else to watch movies with?"

You let out a nervous laugh and shook your head "No, no one can replace you"

She smiled proudly at your words "Well then what's this confession?"

You took a deep breath as your eyes locked with hers "I like you"

This time Natasha froze at your words and you stared at her terrified of her next words but there was no words coming from her causing panic to erupt from you.

"It's fine if you don't, I-I just felt like it would be best to tell you rather than distancing myself. You might like people your age and not like age gaps which is fine! I on the other hand don't mind age gap-"

She melted at the sight of you panicking, the way you ranted at the thought of Natasha not feeling the same, what she did next was surprising to you on so many levels.

She wasn't far from you, so she took couple steps which you didn't notice as you were rumbling, she grabbed your face and pulled it towards hers, your lips met hers.

Your body went into shock but the movement of her lips against yours pulled you out and you matched her lips pace, you were melting at her soft lips so when she pulled away, your eyes were still closed with minimum shock coursing through your body.

She laughed slightly which caused you to open your eyes "Found an easy way to shut you up"

You smiled "Does that mean you like me back?"

She nodded as she moved her hands from your face to your neck and your hands found it's way to her hips, pulling her closer "I'll need you to say it"

She rolled her eyes playfully "I like you too Y/n"

Your smile never disappeared as she continued "I don't care about the age gap either, I just care about the person you are"

She opened her mouth to say something but you kissed her this time, she smiled against the kiss and when you pulled away, you rested your forehead against hers, allowing the moment to sink into you.

And that's how you started to date Natasha, the people who the two of you decided to tell were more than accepting of your relationship which was important to you.

Some say you have a secret relationship but for you and Natasha only important people knew and that was enough.. Or well that's what you thought.

Natasha has never been a jealous type of person but when it came to you, some doubts have resurface, she never wanted to voice it to you but she always wanted to just shout from the roof tops that she loves you and that are you are hers.

But when you wanted to just tell close people, she respected you and decided to go along with it, even if it was harder to do so, she had to do it for you.

There were so many people always staring at you, trying to get your attention, flirting with you but you never cared because you had your eyes on Natasha and Natasha only.

You thought telling close people would be best to not cause trouble for the Russian, especially since you are younger this could cause conflict and you didn't want that.

There was some miscommunication between the two of you that neither knew about, causing doubt jealousy and worry. When the two of you were alone, everything was fine but as soon as you stepped out into crowds, all Natasha wanted to do was kiss you so hard that your head spins and mark you in front of everyone as hers.

Today the two of you planned to spend your whole day together, not leaving each others company and just spend this time watching any shows that you needed to catch up on but things changed unfortunately for the both.

You had your head resting on Natasha's chest as she played with your hair, you couldn't concentrate on the movie but how Natasha's fingers felt in your hair, the way she would curl your hair in her finger, letting shivers run down your spine.

Natasha on the other hand was focused on the movie that was playing, she didn't even notice the effect she had on you just by her fingers burying themselves into your hair.

You couldn't hold yourself back anymore, you moved your face more into her neck and when the Russian's attention was back on the TV, you attached your lips to her neck, working your way up to her sweet spot and sucking on it lightly.

Her attention shifted as quickly as it was on the TV "What are you doing?" Her voice was mere whisper as her eyes closed at the feeling of your lips against her soft neck.

You kissed up to her ear, slowly making sure to tease her just enough and whispered "I want you Natty"

Her eyes opened at your words, you always knew how to turn her on with just couple of words, she didn't waste anymore time as she straddled your hips and pinned your hands to either side of your head.

You had a slight grin across your lips as her eyes were consumed with lust "What do you want Y/n/n?"

The way her voice lowered when she asked you the question, you knew it was working so you smirked as you stared into her eyes "I want you to fuck me Natty"

That's all she needed, she smashed her lips against yours as her hands started to wondered over your body, trying to get underneath your shirt just to feel your skin against hers, letting your hands free getting tangled in her hair, pulling her even closer.

You moaned at the contact of her slightly cold hand against your stomach, which she used as an opportunity to stick her tongue to explore your mouth more.

As the kiss started to get more heated with you practically pulling off Natasha's shirt, but you were interrupted "Agent Romanoff, Everyone has been requested to Tony Stark's party tonight"

The advanced AI spoke, making the both of you jump, your breathing was heavy as Natasha muttered "We can skip.."

"Tony said no skipping as according to Mr Stark 'It's very important' that the whole team shows up" The AI spoke up again and this time leaving silence behind.

You sighed as you looked at Natasha's still closed eyes who was breathing heavily "We need to get ready.."

She shook her head as she reattached her lips to your neck "We have time, we can squeeze this in"

You bit your lip to suppress a moan, not wanting to fuel Natasha on, you gently pushed her "I take long to get ready and we still need to shower Tasha"

She groaned as she unglued herself from your neck, looking into your eyes this time "Why does this happen in moments like this.."

Your hands moved the hair our of Natasha's face, holding it in place to have a better view on her face "Lucky isn't on our side today"

You kissed her but she tried to deepen the kiss again, only for you to pull away "Natasha..."

Her hand travelled up and down your body, in places that only she knew would make you melt right underneath her, she remembered every little detail about your body which only made this more difficult to stop.

You were already melting but you knew that there were more important things to attend, so you flipped her so now she was below you, you smiled at her and pecked her lips as you gotten up, earning a groan from the Russian.

"You're starting to act like a grandma, get up and get ready"

She raised her head to look at you with her brows raised "I'm not a grandma!"

You chuckled at her defence "Well then get ready and meet me in my room"

She sighed as you walked out, heading to your room to get ready. By the time you finished showering, Natasha was already ready, she was just waiting until you gotten dressed so the both of you can walk to the party.

Dressing was the easy and the fastest for you, you were dressed as soon as you walked out of the bathroom, all you needed was Natasha to zip you up, which she did. You stood in front of the mirror with the redhead behind you.

"You look красивая (beautiful)" You always loved when Natasha spoke Russian to you, there was something about how it rolled off her tongue with ease that fascinated you.

"Ну ты выглядишь потрясающе (Well you look stunning)" You spoke as you turned around to face her.

She raised her eyebrows at you with shock "Since when do you speak Russian?"

You shrugged with a smile across your lips "I might've been taking lessons on the down low"

She smiled widely at you, she knew that it will be her favourite thing to hear now, the way it sounded made her stomach do flips just at the thought of you speaking Russian again.

She leaned down and planted a kiss, resting her forehead against yours, staring into your eyes, in this moment she wanted to tell you how much she loved you but it was stopping her.

Her doubt and fear was stopping her, she was afraid that you would leave her eventually for someone better than her, so she supressed those words as she pulled away "Let's go"

You forced a smile across your face as you linked your arm with hers and walked out of your room. When you gotten to the roof top, you parted away from Natasha and walked towards the team as they complimented you and were practically drooling.

Natasha hated that, she hated how much they drooled over you. She wasn't jealous of the attention you were getting, she was jealous of how they looked at you; As an opportunity to snatch you away from her.

She always avoided confrontation about her feelings, being afraid it would only drive you away, Natasha has been in relationships before but they never worked out, especially when she raised her concerns they called her crazy and things started to only go down hill from there.

She didn't want that, she would rather suffer in silence than lose you and watch you be happy with someone else. People say love is blinding, because it really is, she never managed to notice the things you would do for her.

Of course she noticed but she never really understood why, she was never treated with the same respect and concern as you were treating her. She loved that you tried to always act like you were older which she didn't mind, she just loved watching you try.

For you on the other hand, you felt like you would never be enough for the redhead, being a lot younger than her could cause some doubts in you as well.

She was a lot more mature and understood life a lot more better than you did, she went through much more than you and you were terrified you would never be as close to what she experience.

But even if you were scared, you always tried to catch it up with something, like learning more Russian to understand Natasha's past better, to someone it might seem small but to you it meant everything.

As you were amongst everyone, Bucky was really close to you, he placed his hand on your hip which Natasha observed from the bar and each time the grip on the glass she was drinking from tighten.

Clint made his way towards the Russian with caution as he looked in the way she was looking "What's making you want to strangle this glass Romanoff?"

She sighed as she let go of the glass and looked at Clint "I'm not sure what you are talking about"

He rolled his eyes "You can try fooling others but I know you" He looked towards you and how Bucky had his hand on your hip to pull you closer into him "Where is the Natasha who would've made her way towards him and nearly kill him on spot?"

She shrugged as she looked back at her glass to take a sip of whatever she was able to pour from the bar "Drowning in alcohol"

He laughed "Y/n changed you so much"

She looked at him as she narrowed her eyes which stopped his laughed "Okay, maybe not"

She sighed again "I just don't want to cause trouble"

He eyed her and then the situation you were in as he leaned on the bar "From what I can see, he is just holding her if he did anything Y/n didn't like, she would've pushed him away"

"That's not the issue here, its the fact that everyone wants her" Natasha finally huffed in annoyance.

"Why haven't you told everyone you're dating her?" He asked as he kept his eyes on you.

Natasha leaned back into her hand "I don't know if that's something she wants"

He looked at Natasha with brows raised "You didn't talk to her about this?"

Natasha shook her head to answer Clint "Why not?"

"I don't want to ruin this, you know my relationships always ended up in the trash" Natasha mumbled as she took a drink.

He shook his head at her "Y/n is different, you should talk to her Nat"

As time went on, you have shifted around the place, more people came to talk to you and you were having an okay time, you wanted Natasha to be by your side but she was just sitting by the bar.

You saw Wanda talking to Tony which you took as an opportunity to approach her, she was your best friend and you trusted her with your whole life unlike some people here.

"Wands, hey!" You greeted her as she pulled you into a hug when her eyes landed on you.

"Excuse me, I will go get something to drink" Tony excused himself as he made his way towards the bar.

"Y/n how are you?" She asked with a smile across her face.

"I'm okay but I wanted to ask you for a small favour.." You showed her with your fingers how small the favour was but she knew you well enough to expect something big.

Her smile dropped as she narrowed her eyes "What is it you want?"

You dramatically scoffed "Uh! It's nothing bad!"

"I just wanted you to read Natasha's mind and tell me why she is so upset"

Wanda's mouth hang open as she stared at you "Why don't you talk to her?"

"I know she won't tell me, I just want to know so I know how to fix whatever is upsetting her.."

"Pleaseee Wands" You begged her which usually worked on Wanda whenever you needed her help.

She sighed as she pitched her nose "Only this time Y/n"

You squeaked as you threw yourself at Wanda "Thank you thank you, I own you one"

"Okay okay, I need to breath" She spoke up as her voice changed a little from the squeeze you were giving her.

You let go of her as you closely watch her do her thing, it took seconds for her to come back as she stared at you blankly "What did you read?"

She shook her head "You two are so oblivious. She is jealous Y/n"

You knitted your brows together at Wanda's words "Why would she be jealous?"

"Because she has to watch as everyone flirts with you and she can't do anything about it" She spilled as you looked at you and rolled her eyes at your obliviousness.

She walked away from you when she noticed that you were trying to understand what she just said, you turned your body towards the bar as you started to make your way towards Natasha but you were stopped by Carol.

"Y/n! There you are, I was looking for you" She smiled from ear to ear.

"I actually need to talk to someone-" You tried to get out of her grasp but it was failed.

"You can do that after a game of spin the bottle!" She excitedly spoke to you as she dragged you towards where the team was gathering.

"Spin the bottle? We are teenagers again?" You laughed as you saw everyone gather around the bottle.

Natasha was dragged by Clint to at least be apart of something instead of sitting by the bar. Whenever it was your turn to kiss someone, the bottle either faced nothing or yourself.

You turned around with your back to the team as you hugged yourself and started to pretend to kiss yourself, making the team laugh, even Natasha cracked a smile at your act.

You turned back as you stared at the bottle "Okay, someone else try this because I feel like this bottle doesn't want me to kiss anyone"

Bucky laughed as he placed his hand on your shoulder "Okay, Carol you can go now"

She nodded as she bend down and span the bottle, it landed on Bruce, they both laughed and kissed and then returned to their places.

Bruce span the bottle as everyone watched carefully, it was close to landing on you but it landed on Bucky instead, you looked at Bucky with a laughter and he just rolled his eyes at you, they pecked each other lips as they both pulled a funny face after.

Bucky smirked as he bend down and span the bottle "Maybe you'll be lucky enough to land a kiss today Y/n"

You chuckled as you shook your head "That's not lucky, that's the opposite Bucky"

Natasha looked down as she smirked, she wanted to walk over to you and just kiss you for just saying that but she couldn't, you looked over at Natasha and saw the smirk which caused a small smile to spread across your lips.

The bottle landed on Thor who was next to him, you had a smug smile across your lips "See Bucky! You were lucky enough to earn a kiss from the god of thunder"

Everyone laughed, they kissed and it repeated until it was Steve's turn, he span the bottle as he watched the bottle spin, it landed on Natasha, you suppressed the feeling of doubt as you watched Steve make his way towards Natasha.

Everyone knew they had something between them and that included you to know as well, you wanted to stop them but it was as if something was stopping you.

Steve had a smirk across his lips "I think we are meant to be Romanoff"

Natasha was speechless, he leaned down and her eyes darted to you, the way you stared at them and before she could move, he kissed her. You cleared your throat as you looked anywhere but at the sight of your girlfriend being kissed by her ex.

He moved away from her and walked back to his place with a smug smile, he eyed every guy standing not really thinking Natasha could be into girls as well.

She wiped her mouth as she bend down and span the bottle, you watched the bottle and when it landed on Steve again, you excused yourself to the bathroom.

Even if it was a game and the kissing probably didn't mean anything to the Russian, it hurt you to watch Steve think he finally claimed Natasha. You expected Natasha to follow you but she didn't, so you took a deep breath, fix the makeup that ran down your face and walked back out there.

They weren't playing the game anymore as they scattered all over the party, so you made your way towards the bar, getting 2 shots and drinking them in one go without anything to chase it after.

You cleared your throat as you watched Natasha force a smile on her beautiful lips as Steve flirted with her, you knew how she felt and you weren't going to let this go on like this.

You ordered another shot for courage, you definitely needed it and watched as Steve pulled the redhead into him like she was his, you narrowed your eyes which was filled with determination as you marched over to him.

You cleared your throat which caused Steve to look over at you "Sorry Y/n but I'm not available right now" He looked back at Natasha with a smile.

You crossed your arms "Actually, I was going to tell you to drop your hands of Natasha"

He looked back at you with annoyance "Why?"

This caused the team's attention to be shifted towards the scene, Wanda smiled as she watch you finally do something about this miscommunication between you and Natasha.

"Could you step away so I can show you?" You asked him calmly as he dropped his hands from Natasha and took a step back.

You watched him before taking a deep breath and shifting your attention to the woman you love "What are you doing Y/n/n?"

"Y/n/n?" Steve questioned but was ignored as you sadly smiled at Natasha.

"What I should've done in the first place.."

Natasha was going to question you but you were faster, you took a step forward as you pulled her into you, just like you done many times before, and smashed your lips against hers, it was a gentle kiss something that happened often between the two of you.

Steve raised his brows at what was in front of him, Clint had a smirk across his lips and Wanda cheered you on as the rest just stood there shocked.

You pulled away as you looked over at Steve "Why Steve? Because Natasha is my girlfriend"

The redhead's eyes widen at your words as she had a smile across her lips, he backed away with his hands up and nodded as he walked away not wanting to argue.

You looked back at Natasha "I'm sorry Natty"

She was going to protest against your apology but you continued "I should've spoke with you about this decision before making one for the both of us. I didn't want to make you to be uncomfortable or cause trouble with the team"

Natasha shook her head "I'm sorry as well детка (baby) I didn't speak up about what I felt either, and you would never make me uncomfortable, I have the best time with you by my side"

You smiled at her words as you placed a little kiss on her lips, whilst everyone around you made cute sounds at the scene before them, you turned your head to look at them with practically tears in their eyes.

Natasha giggled quietly as she rested her head against the side of yours since your face was turned and she whispered "Plus you looked so hot when you get jealous"

You chuckled at her words as you felt the courage wear off but still having enough to say what you finally wanted to. You pulled away from her as you stared into her eyes, swallowing the fear down as she still had a smile spread across her lips.

"I love you Talia" You spilled it out as you had a glimpse of fear in your eyes.

This only fuel her smile to spread more widely at your words "I love you too Y/n/n"

She kissed you as you let out a sigh of relief and smiled at the touch of her lips, with everyone cheering it was only her to could feel and hear. Your heart beating one hundred miles per hour as she confirmed she felt the same, proving that no matter how old the both of you are, she still was just as afraid as you were....

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♣   —   summary: when you told armin to pick up eren’s call while he was fucking you, you weren’t expecting things to escalate this quickly. not that you were complaining.

♣   —   pairings: armin x reader, eren x reader, armin x reader x eren

♣   —   chapter tags/warnings: oral sex (receiving), spanking, humiliation, degradation, semi-public, degradation kink, rough sex, mirror sex, alcohol and drugs.

♣   —   a/n: thank you so much for all the love you’ve been giving this story so far! it makes me so happy you are all enjoying it so far. when i finished this chapter i realized the influence of halsey’s ‘strange love’ had lmao so if you have a chance, check it out. also this is a eren centric chapter while the next one will be centered around armin c: 

chapter four: the bathroom sink

“Are you sure you don’t want to go? Last chance.”

Armin nodded, a soft smile on his lips. You were sitting on his bed, wearing a tiny black dress and high heels. You crossed your arms and legs, a small frown on your face.

“I’m sure. You’ve been wanting to go to Pieck’s party for a long time so you should go,” he said. “I just have too much work. I- my planning skills failed me,” Armin laughed softly.

“Can’t you do them when we get back? It’s the first party we’re attending with Eren. You know since…” you made a funny face, making you both laugh. “It was supposed to be fun for the three of us.”

Your boyfriend walked from his desk to his bed and cupped your face tenderly, thumb brushing against your pouting lip.

“Have fun for me,” he said, your frown deepening. “You look really, really beautiful, though.”

“How beautiful?” you teased him, leaning your head against his palm.

“Enough that I’m having a hard time telling you to go instead of staying here with me,” Armin replied, leaning in and pressing a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Fine,” you sighed, rolling your eyes.

“C’mon. Tomorrow morning I submit my last paper and we can have lunch and then watch some movies together,” he offered.

“Promise?”

“Promise,” he smiled. You grinned and grabbed his face, placing a lot of small, chaste kisses on his lips, loving the way he giggled at your action. “Go have fun, I promise I’ll come with you to the next one.”

“Not the same without you though,” you reminded him, pulling away and lacing your pinky fingers together.

“Yeah, but Eren’s going, right? You can have fun with him.”

Your eyes immediately shot up at him. “Fun?”

“You know, uh- fun ,” he shrugged, a light blush covering his cheeks as he put his hands inside his pockets. It took you a couple of seconds to understand what he was implying.

“ Oh , okay,” you said, nodding your head softly. “Are you okay with that?”

“Yeah, I mean it’s him, so,” Armin shrugged. You nodded and took his hand to your mouth, placing a kiss on his knuckles. “Still gonna miss you, though.”

Armin smiled, pulling you closer for one last kiss before you left his dorm.

• • •

Pieck’s parties were always a huge success. She only used to throw them twice a year and maybe that’s why they were so special. Everyone sent some money to her and she would make sure to buy enough alcohol and weed to keep everyone satisfied the rest of the night. A part of you thought it was almost impossible everyone’s donations could cover everything but Pieck always seemed more than pleased to put some of her own money for the party.

You had been friends with Pieck for quite some time now, hence why she let you bring some of your friends to the party. Last year you had brought Jean and Armin with you, which led to Jean and Pieck to start dating. You liked how good they looked with each other and that Jean had finally closed the Mikasa chapter and was trying something new. Pieck always seemed calm and collected, loving to nuzzle on Jean’s chest whenever they sat together. Nevertheless, you had also seen her break up a fight with her bare hands between two guys bigger than her. Since then you had a newfound respect and admiration for the brunette.

“Hey, where’s Armin?” Jean asked as he opened the door to let you and Eren inside.

“Got caught up with some projects,” you answered and Jean clicked his tongue. Eren and you took off your jackets and gave it to Jean for him to leave them in Pieck’s room.

“Sucks to be him. Porco and Reiner brought really good weed tonight,” he said as he made his way to the corridor.

Eren and you went to the living room, finding Pieck and her friends already starting with the bong. She complimented your dress and you grinned at her, spinning so she could see the back of it as well. After earning a couple of whistles from Pieck’s friends, you sat beside Eren.

“New dress?” he asked.

“Mmhm, bought it when Pieck said she was throwing another party,” you said. Eren laughed.

“I don’t know how you do this. I put on the first thing I saw in my closet,” he confessed and took the bong from Pieck. You took a moment to eye his black shirt and dark jeans.

“You don’t look so bad,” you commented, shrugging as Eren took a hit. “Is it really good?” you asked.

He hummed. “Want some?”

“I’d rather drink tonight. And last time I mixed weed and rum-”

“Yeah, I remember you sitting by the window with lost eyes like you were in another dimension” Eren chuckled, taking another hit. You hit him with one of the pillows to which he laughed harder.

Ever since the first time you had kissed him, Eren had made sure you didn’t feel uncomfortable around him. He behaved the same way he always did whenever he wasn’t thrusting inside of you as Armin stroked himself.  Somehow it was really comfortable to know your friendship wasn’t in danger, that even if it had shifted to something entirely different he still found it in him to playfully nudge you during class or let you copy his notes if you shared a class.

One hour later, Pieck’s place was packed with people. The music was loud, big speakers filling the apartment as people danced around. Pieck had set a table only for booze and you couldn’t count all the bottles even if you tried. Whiskey, vodka, rum and cans of beer were on display for anyone to take and even if everyone already looked more than a bit tipsy, there was still alcohol to spare.

You watched amused as Eren played beer pong with Reiner, the cups filled with one shot of vodka instead of beer. Reiner won by a very short difference, which made Eren call a rematch, which he finally won. You played your own match with Porco but with beer, winning the match on your first try and making sure to remind him every chance you got the rest of the night, laughing at his pouty face. After dancing with some of your friends, you spotted Eren sitting on one of the sofas and went to sit next to him, asking how he was doing. Even if he swore he was okay, you noticed his head slightly swaying. You suggested dancing it off.

Next thing you knew, one of Eren’s hands was set on your hip as the other was placed on the small of your back, while you had your arms around his neck. The way his hips moving filling your mind with ideas of you riding him, his cock deep inside you as he grabbed your hair in his fist. Your eyes locked on his green ones for one moment before quickly shifting your gaze anywhere else but him. Even if you knew that if you were to make an advance he would be more than willing, you kept repeating to yourself that you weren’t alone. Pieck’s entire apartment was filled with people that knew you were Armin’s girlfriend. Honestly, most of them would take a second look if they saw how close Eren and you were dancing

Eren’s thigh moved forward until they were between your legs, your hips moving on their own against him. You cursed under your breath and then let out a small chuckle, looking back at your friend.

“You’re such an asshole,” you said. Eren raised his eyebrows, amused.

“Am I?”

Before you could reply, Eren had taken both of your hands and in a swift movement, made you spin until your back was against his chest. Not letting go of your hands, he placed them on top of your hips, pulling your ass against his crotch as he kept moving his hips to the beat of the song.

You felt as if every vodka shot you had taken with Pieck had gone straight to your head at once.

“Keep dancing,” Eren whispered against your ear, his voice sending bolts of pleasure directly between your legs.

Moving your hips to the music, you tried to focus on anything other than Eren’s semi-hard cock grinding against your ass. You looked around, afraid someone was going to notice but everyone seemed to be occupied on their own. You noticed Pieck straddling Jean on the couch as she danced on top of him, some other couples making out against the walls or dancing even more lavishly than you and Eren were. Still, you felt your knees getting weaker as you kept feeling his breath against your neck.

You arched your back and started throwing your hips back, your ass bouncing against Eren’s crotch along with the beat of the music. You felt his hands tensing over yours, grabbing your hips much harder as you danced.

Maybe nothing else would have happened if you hadn’t looked over your shoulder. Maybe someone would have whistled and you would have been brought to reality, remembering what everyone thought your status was and how inappropriate they were acting. But you did look over your shoulder, eyes locking for a couple of seconds with Eren, which was more than enough for him to drag you to one of the bathrooms and locking the door behind you.

Eren kissed you roughly as your back hit the bathroom sink, his hands roaming around your body.

“Wait, fuck- can we- is it okay if he?” he tried to ask in between the kiss, his body and mind colliding against each other.

“Yeah,” you said breathless, running up your hands across his back. “He said it was fine.”

That was all Eren needed for his hands to travel up your legs and underneath your small dress. He tugged on your panties and lowered them to the ground and you stepped away, letting him pick them up and storing them in his back pocket. He stood up again, his lips colliding with yours as he grabbed the back of your thighs, helping you get on the counter. His mouth travelled down your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses until they reached the mount of your breasts, pressing his face against them and nipping on the skin gently, making sure not to leave marks.

He started lowering, kissing your stomach over your dress with his green eyes on yours as he sunk to his knees. His fingers trailed your skin from your ankles up to your thighs, spreading your legs apart gently until your pussy was in front of him. You looked at him, chest rising up and down from your ragged breathing as you watched him leave small kisses on the inside of your thighs.

“Only fair you get to come on my face this time,” he said. Not even the music outside the bathroom was loud enough for you not to hear him clearly, your legs twitching at his words. He smirked and pulled your legs apart wider as he trailed up a slow path of small kisses to your pussy.

As soon as he pressed his lips against your folds, both you and him noticed how wet you were. He hummed, the vibration of his voice making you breathe heavily, biting back a moan. Eren licked across your slit, collecting all your wetness with his tongue. It was the first time he was going down on you and damn if you weren’t already lightheaded. Plus, the fact you were doing it in your friend’s bathroom with everyone outside added a sultry element you seemed to enjoy.

Eren placed his mouth on you again, his tongue drawing teasing circles around your clit. You whimpered, your hand going to tangle on his hair, messy bun a bit dishevelled. He groaned against you, loving every time you pulled his locks and used the flat part of his tongue on your clit, earning new moans from you. He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder as he pushed the other one a little further apart, his mouth still moving on you.

He sucked gently on your clit and you threw your head back, hitting yourself with the mirror.

“Fuck-- Eren, please ,” you panted, your hips bucking against his face. Eren dug his fingers on the plush of your thighs as he kept moving his tongue, getting you closer and closer to your limit.

Eren began lapping exactly where you needed him, a hand shooting to your mouth to muffle your sounds as you whined. Your other hand tightened its hold on Eren’s hair. He let you keep his head in place as you rolled your hips against his face, setting your own rhythm as he saw you search for your high. As soon as he noticed your hips stuttering, its movements desperate, he grabbed your legs still again, his tongue directly playing with your clit.

You came on his mouth, a hand over your own as you tried your best not to make too much noise. Eren stayed a couple of moments after your orgasm, giving your pussy slow, delicate licks to help you ride your orgasm off.

“Told ya’ I owed you,” he huffed playfully, making you remember what he had told you after the first time you had given him head. You chuckled as he stood up, kissing you languidly. You could taste yourself in his mouth, your body reacting to him as if you couldn’t do anything else but press yourself against him.

Your hands started unbuttoning his shirt as he kissed your neck. Long ago you had come up with the rule of not leaving any marks on your skin. As much as you loved finding bruises and love bites whenever you were showering, you preferred that to be a thing just between Armin and you. Since you had made that request, Eren had been extremely gentle whenever he kissed your skin, letting his lips drag across your skin teasingly before placing a soft kiss.

“How do you like it?” he asked.

“Huh?” you asked, letting his shirt fall to the floor, your hands caressing his toned chest.

“Well, this is a fantasy,” he said, pulling away so he could look at your face, his lips brushing against yours. “So I want to make you feel good.”

Eren didn’t miss the way your legs clenched on either side of his waist. He went back to kissing the other side of your neck as you made up your mind, hands roaming around his back and hair as he did so.

He didn’t have to wait long for your answer.

“I want you to be rough with me,” you sighed. Eren pulled away once more and looked at you, one of his hands palming your breast.

“How rough?”

“Until I tell you to stop,” you breathed out, your back arching at his ministrations. Eren nodded and kissed you again, his tongue entering your mouth as you once again started losing focus of everyone that was happening.

In that moment, your mind was filled with his hand playing with your tits while the other one went back to your folds, his index and middle finger rubbing soft circles, making you moan against your mouth. Eren pulled away from you and you watched him take out his wallet and then a condom from it. He put it between his teeth and then undid his jeans, letting them fall to his ankles along with his underwear.

You could never get used to seeing Eren’s cock. A part of your brain still was shocked as you tried to remember this was your new normal, getting railed by your friend with your boyfriend’s permission. Your hand closed around his length and you started pumping him, his tip already leaking precum. Eren ripped the condom package and rolled it over himself all the way to the base.

You leaned over to kiss him again, this time his lips moving rougher on you. You tried locking your legs around his waist, wanting to feel his cock against you. Instead, Eren grabbed both your legs and yanked you down the counter and onto the floor. You stumbled a bit on your high heels but he quickly turned you around and bent you over the bathroom sink.

Eren lifted your dress until it was resting on your waist, your ass exposed to him. He parted your legs with his foot and then lined up his cock with your entrance. Only a couple of inches inside you was enough for you to let out a high-pitched moan, your hands grabbing on the faucet desperately, the stretch making your head spin.

A hard slap fell against your ass.

“Keep it the fuck down. Do you want everyone to know your boyfriend’s friend has his cock inside you?” he hissed. The determination of his voice made you clench around him. Eren grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your hair up, forcing you to look at your own reflection in the mirror.

You watched your eyes and parted lips as Eren kept pushing inside of you, a whimper escaping your lips once he bottomed out. He took your hands and put them against the mirror. His own hands slid down your back until they settled on your hips. He started thrusting against you, your breath creating a fog on the mirror in front of you. You let your head fall, biting your lip as he kept moving his hips.

One of Eren’s hands went to your jaw, making you look at yourself in the mirror once more. You could not only see your face flushed with desire but also how his hair was almost completely loose and falling over his forehead as he kept thrusting against you.

“Look at yourself. You love being fucked as a slut, don’t you?”

Once again his words stirred something deep inside you. You desperately tried to hold on to something, your hands sliding down against the mirror until you positioned them correctly again. Eren smacked your ass hard again.

“I asked a fucking question,” he grunted, giving a particularly harsh thrust.

“Yes- fuck, yes, I do,” you panted. Eren picked up his face and you felt your legs falter. “Keep going, please.”

His hand went back to holding your head up by your hair, the other one gripping your ass firmly. Eren’s grunts were barely audible due to the music outside but made you melt every time you heard them. You started moving your hips back, meeting his thrusts as you did your best not to make too much noise.

Eren slapped your ass again, making you clench against him. He threw his head back, cursing under his breath and let his hand fall on your ass once more. Only a couple more thrusts were needed for you to come around him as well, one of your hands flying to your mouth to try and muffle your loud moans.

You heard Eren curse again and fasten his pace, letting go of your hair and settling both his hands on your hips. His orgasm followed a few moments later and you heard him groan, his cock twitching inside of you. You squeezed him as he came down from his high, earning a soft chuckle from the man behind you.

“Stop, I literally have nothing left,” he joked, removing himself from you and discarding the condom in the bathroom bin.

You laughed along as he helped you stand up again, lowering your dress in the process. Thanking him, you looked at your reflection again, cleaning the eyeliner smudge on the outside corner of your eyes and fixing your hair. Eren pulled up his underwear and pants and once his clothes were back in place, he handed you your panties that he had put inside his pockets.

“I can’t come out of this bathroom holding my panties,” you reminded him with a soft laugh. “Can you like- keep them for a moment? Once we leave this place you can hand them back.”

“Sure, sure,” Eren said, putting your panties back in his pocket. You looked at each other in the eyes and couldn’t help but burst into laughter once more.

“I’ll leave first, wait a bit before going outside,” you instructed him and Eren nodded, leaning against the counter and taking out his phone to keep himself distracted as he waited.

Nobody noticed you leaving the bathroom, nor the funny way you were walking. You grabbed one of the beers from the table and plopped on one of the sofas. You observed your surroundings and wondered if time had really passed as everything seemed to be the same. Jean and Pieck were now making out in the same sofa she had been dancing on and nobody spared a second glance at you.

You felt someone sitting down next to you, opening a can of beer as well. You turned to the side and saw Eren, his hair tied on a half-bun again and looking visibly refreshed. His eyes locked with yours and he smirked.

You clinked your beer cans. You sure knew how to keep a secret.