#((Look don't look at me I did my best. I tried. //waddles off in embarrassment))

[queenharumiura]

[ i have been summoned. kiss & tell meme: finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for. ]

[ … honestly that's pretty much guaranteed eventually from how the thread is going lmao. at some point i can tell you He Is In Deep and would absolutely just. kiss her. if the time is right to make a point of some sort, using that, feelings and a confession as proof. maybe to her insecurities? or self-doubt? something like that. ]

Taken from meme: [x] ||Accepting|| @parallelroutes As discussed, since we haven't fleshed out too much just yet, I can't have this one be continued- so treat it as creative timeTM!

Readmore because length

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From what Haru could tell, Byakuran had a pretty friendly disposition, and he’d been friendly towards her from the beginning. Used to meeting people from all stretches of the world, she’d gotten quite used to the fact that some cultures enjoyed skin ship and the like, and it wasn’t something to necessarily overthink.

It certainly took some getting used to, she’d admit.

A lot of his actions, she took with a grain of salt, as she simply understood it as him being generally friendly and maybe enjoying being close to others. It wasn’t like Haru couldn’t understand, considering she loved to give hugs to her friends, regardless of gender.

Bottom line being that if he had been pining for her, she probably didn’t notice because she was viewing his actions through the lens of, ‘He’s just like this, so don’t think much of it.’

If someone had to be blamed, send an invoice to Dino as that guy gave off Casanova-vibes who was just too friendly to anyone. You could say he was the pinnacle of: ‘aha- so some foreigners can be that forthcoming with others without a hint of awkwardness. It feels so natural for him… amazing.’

Haru and Byakuran had soon become a duo that were often seen together, hanging out- doing whatever. Even if there were some concerned people at first, Haru turned a deaf ear and a blind eye to them. She had confidence in her own judge of character, but she would appreciate their concern for her.

“Ah… I guess you could say it’s a common occurrence. You should see when Haru and Kyoko-chan are going shopping together. Sometimes, it feels like you can’t take two steps without someone hitting on us.”

It was like guys thought girls had signs above their heads asking for attention if two cute girls were walking around together. The nerve some guys had. She takes a bite out of her crepe, savoring the fresh fruit with eat bite. They added the perfect amount of cream, so it didn’t overpower the fruits. That shop really knows what they’re doing.

“Don’t worry though, I never take them seriously. I know that they aren’t serious,” another bite, ”at this rate, I wouldn’t be surprised if I end up a spinster.” She says this so nonchalantly like she has already accepted the fact that she may be single for the rest of her life. Haru Miura, who years prior was so avidly dreaming about being a mafia wife of Tsuna’s when she got older.

Ah, ignore the darkness of her past.

It could be a bit jarring to hear a young woman speaking so indifferently about being alone for the rest of her life and acting as if it wasn’t her problem. If not for the slight remorse in her tone, one would think that she’d completely given up on it and didn’t care.

Did she think herself as unlovable? Absolutely not. Objectively speaking, she had a good personality, she was great with kids, she would make a good homemaker, and she was both dedicated and loyal. She won’t speak on her looks as that’s subject to preference, but she could confidently say she wasn’t ugly.

If she wanted to, she surely could be in a relationship with someone, but she had such a passive attitude towards it. “It can sound kind of sad, but sometimes I think it’s better that way, for me to stay like this.” Her words could certainly be misconstrued that she didn’t have the confidence that she’d find someone in her life that would take her seriously (no thanks to the failed first love that people like to hold over her head), but it was really more of a sense of responsibility and consideration.

Haru Miura also had a thing called standards.

It wasn’t like she could start a relationship with some regular civilian when she had affiliations to the mafia. That was a lot to spring on someone and then expect them to be okay with their girlfriend being close to the mafia. Her only real choice was to find someone who had mafia ties… and finding someone who didn’t morally repulse her was a task, to put it bluntly.

That was why she never took a confession of any regular civilian seriously, as she had already omitted them from the running. She couldn’t bring herself to drag someone else into this world.

Did she secretly lament the fact that she’d lost her chance of living a regular life, forming a family of her own? Yes, yes she did. Did she want to escape from her current life? Absolutely not. She made a choice years ago and she was going to stick to it.

Of course, she didn’t have to say anything about this being a secret to be kept from the others. It wasn’t their business to know, and she didn’t want anyone feeling guilty about ‘robbing her of her dreams’. While Haru may have lost her dream of living an ordinary life with a loving husband, she had new dreams to pursue. That’s what truly mattered.

“Though, I suppose, in the grand scheme of things, I’m not anything that important.” Compared to the Vongola boss and his guardians? She didn’t have a title like sibling of a guardian, or the love interest of the Vongola boss. Just a friend, so it wouldn’t be a surprise to her if no one knew who she was (it would vex her though, don’t get it twisted). So, in that regard, maybe it wouldn’t be so dangerous to date someone—but she was trying to be more involved.

She wanted to be more than what she was. She wanted to feel useful and to be able to help alleviate some of the burdens of her friends.

All Haru was doing was speaking some of her innermost thoughts that she hadn’t told anyone else, but if anyone else were listening into their conversation, it sure would’ve sounded a bit depressing. Such a young girl, but she’s given up on love and she didn’t think herself worthy.

Not entirely right, but not entirely wrong either.

Just about to take a big bite of her crepe, she suddenly gets pulled in by the waist. A hand under the chin guides her movement. Quicker than she could react, a pair of lips met her own. If she didn’t know any better, she’s being silenced right now.

It wasn’t like she was going to say anything else that could come off as mildly depressing? She’s innocent, your honor.

As per her usual escapism tactics of trying to rationalize things in a platonic fashion, her mind was distracted with coming up with theories—that is, until she notices that someone capitalized on the fact she was mid-bite when this kiss started.

!!!

In her surprise, she squashed the crepe she was holding in her hand, and she could feel the cream gushing all over her hand, running down her arm. (RIP Crepe)

Her body moves backwards, trying to pull away to maybe ask what was going on, but he had a tight hold around her waist, and the hand that had guided her chin was holding her head in place. She could feel the way fingers wove through her hair gently.

He’s touched her hair before, but maybe it was because of this kiss that she was realizing just how meaningful his touch was. It certainly was hard to dismiss his touch as platonic anymore.

Guess who started going through her memories and try to see some of his actions through a different lens? Spoiler, her name is Haru [oblivious] Miura.

Hesitant at first, she returns the kiss, feeling herself go pliant in his hold. Albeit still confused by the situation, but otherwise feeling comfortable? She honestly expected this to feel foreign, but it somehow felt natural.

If kisses could taste like anything, she'd say this one tasted sweet. (No, she wasn't just thinking that because she could taste the crepe he was eating himself)

“Mn!” Wait- she needs air. SHE NEEDS AIR! She pats his chest with urgency with her clean hand.

Released from the kiss, Haru catches her breath, mind running a million kilometers per minute as she’s processing what just happened. That certainly wasn’t a kiss you share with a casual friend. Subconsiously, she touches her lips with her fingertips to taste sweetness.

She needs to distract her thoughts because she can only imagine how red her face is from how hot it feels. She didn't want to address the kiss they just shared, not just yet.

The vague stickiness of her right hand gave her just the distraction she needed.

Right, he made her ruin her crepe!

“You owe me.” She mumbles as she stares at the cream all over her arm. What a waste of a good crepe. Not caring to be ladylike, she licks the cream on her forearm, starting from the bottom and working her way up to her wrist. “What a waste…”

Something that not everyone knew about Haru was that she was every bit a vengeful person as she was a troll if she was comfortable around you. She moves her arm and dabs some of the cream onto his neck.

You’d be wrong to think that was the end of it. With her clean arm, she wraps it around his neck and pulls him in closer to her and she licks along his neck, where she dabbed cream. Disregarding the fact this was out in public, she made sure to remove all the cream by licking it off —THEN a chomp!

Pulling away to admire her handiwork, satisfied to have left a mark, “Consider us even with that.” A ruined crepe for a bite mark. Sounds fair to her.

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Heyo! ( not me having to look up eastern time cause I'm not in that ) (((if I sent this at the wrong time just ignore I'm so sorry)))

Okie (also sorry if I don't format this completely correctly) May I request Sebek with the prompt rainy night? (Romantic please, and for emojis maybe 🍁✨️, and if possible fluff) and for backup characters ummm Vil with prompt 1 and Epel with prompt 7.

Gosh I hope I did that right. Anyways thank you Dove! I hope that you have a great rest of your day. Also, make sure to be taking breaks and time for yourself! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 Thank you! 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Rainy Night; Sebek Zigvolt

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, established relationship

Word Count; 700+

Author's Note; No need to worry, everything looks great, Faye! I completely forgot about the emojis, but I tried my best to fit them in. Enjoy some Becky content! WOE, CROCODILE BE UPON THEE!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

So much for a perfect seaside getaway, but Sebek could not account for a freak storm, so the two of you were stuck inside for the night, and reservations at the restaurant were cancelled due to the downpour. So, he was in a bit of a sour mood, hanging above him much like the dark storm clouds in the sky. Yet you weren’t in such a dire mood, and that helped take his mind off of things… somewhat.

“Aren’t you upset that our reservation was cancelled,” he huffed, turning his glare to the storm outside which seemed to mock him, slapping large leaves against the glass, which was like the storm slapping him in the face. “You were looking forward to it more than me.”

You looked over your shoulder, taking in the rare sight of Sebek in comfy clothes. To be fair the only reason he was wearing the fluffy pyjama pants and a white tank top was because you had gifted them to him. Even though it was something as simple as sleep clothes, Sebek treasured them.

“We can always go another night, sweetie,” you hummed, “besides, I would rather eat your cooking any night.” 

Sebek grumbled but didn’t argue with you, knowing full well that you would just shower him with sweet yet incredibly embarrassing praise for what he deemed as mediocre cooking at best. To be fair, you did call him your ‘pookie-bear’ in front of Malleus and Lilia — yeah, he nearly died that day, and Silver brings it up every now and then. 

“Besides,” you blew off the dust from a book, “I would rather read with you!” 

So that’s what you were searching for? A book? Sebek raised an eyebrow. You would rather read a book with him? And Sebek felt his face heating up. The two of you had been together for quite some time now, but Sebek always went warm when you did something simple, small, yet sweet. Those would leave him more pink and more warm than any grand gesture, because they weren’t planned. They were just something you naturally did, and that flustered him like nothing else.

Sebek cleared his throat, trying to compose himself. “And what has caught your attention, love?” Even with his terms of endearment, he was formal, respectful.

You waddled over, and showed him the cover. “Crocodile Knight!” 

“A children’s picture book?” Sebek hadn’t seen that book since he was a kid, and it did bring back some fond memories for him, but he still wondered why you looked so excited.

“Mhm!” You plopped next to Sebek on the couch, worming yourself next to his side until you were practically trying to merge with him. “Plus you’re my knight, and a crocodile, seems fitting! So, can you read it to me? Pretty pleaseeeeeee? My big, strong, scaly, knight?”

Sebek felt himself grow warm in the face and knew his ears must have been glowing from your giggling. He knew that he should have saved showing you the itty bitty scales that he had until later, but you had insisted on seeing them. “I-I guess I can read you a bit,” he surrendered, knowing that you would win this one.

He started reading, his voice steady and strong, only wavering when he felt you shift beside him. But he stopped reading when he felt your head rest against his shoulder. Glancing at you from the corner of his eye, he made direct eye contact with you; you were looking at him and not the book.

“I thought you wanted me to read this to you,” Sebek restrained himself from letting his loud nature win, making his voice crack a bit. “But you’re looking at me instead of the book?!”

You sighed, and placed a kiss to his jaw, which made him get quiet real fast. “Because you’re my crocodile knight, my beautiful crocodile knight,” you murmured.

Sebek closed the book, putting a bookmark in place so the two of you could revisit it at a later time. There was no chance that he could focus on reading when you were looking at him with hearts in your eyes.

So, instead, the two of you got into a comfortable cuddling position, got cozy under some blankets, and fell asleep in each other’s arms with the sound of rain and thunder aiding you to sleep.

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That's What Friends Are For - Part 2

Collaboration with Brimmingbelly04.

[Story Collection] | [Part 1] [●] [Part 3]

"Ooof! What're you doing?" Gavin asked in surprise as his belly bumped into Marcus' ass again. 

More than bumped, actually… He'd been in the process of turning around after closing the door behind them, stepping forward as he did because he didn't expect his friend to have stopped and bent over right there to grab his bag. As a result, big, heavy and low as it now was, Gavin's twin-filled belly slid atop Marcus' huge lower mounds, coming to a brief rest on them before his triplet-carrying friend straightened up and moved away as quick as he could. 

"I… I've just gotta go," Marcus said as he hoisted his bag onto his muscular shoulder.

"Go? But there's still more for us to try! We…" Gavin began to protest. 

"Did you not see how EVERYONE was staring at me?!" Marcus huffed. "Did you not see how that poor kid's jaw dropped when he saw me?!" He groaned as he recalled the particularly embarrassing encounter on the way back. "He'll probably be permanently emotionally scarred!"

"It wasn't that bad! He was a teenager… I'm sure he's seen plenty of guys without their shirts on by now!" Gavin tried to reason. 

"Yeah, sure!" Marcus scoffed. "But not massively pregnant, almost entirely naked ones!" He shook his head. "As soon as I get changed, no, dressed, I'm heading home. No…" he shook his head again. "Not home. To the fucking hospital!"

 "But…"

"If my sister gets pissed at me for going in to get officially induced, fuck it and fuck her! She has no right to get mad at me after everything I've done and still have to though!" He groaned and rolled eyes, too embarrassed and annoyed to worry or care about the birth plan Cynthia had come up with for the triplets. He was the one giving birth to them, after all!

"I'm really sorry about your shorts and having to make that embarrassing waddle back here," Gavin offered, hoping he sounded sincere because he was and he wasn't… Even in his wildest, horniest of dreams, he'd never imagined he and Marcus doing squats would've resulted in what it had! "I was just trying to help," he finished his apology with a small, closed mouth smile, purposely switching to looking and sounding sad and guilty. 

It worked. At least it started to… Gavin's acting chops were really rewarded when he took them a step further and lowered his gaze to his belly and slowly released a quiet sigh. Marcus felt awful (again/still) but this time because he knew his friend hadn't meant for him to get so fucking embarrassed… He'd been trying to help end his suffering. 

"I know, man…" he sighed back. "It's OK. Your intentions were good, but…" he trailed off as he shook his head. "My feet, knees, hips and back are killing me, I had to come back here neatly naked and shock all your neighbors on the way!" He groaned. "And on top of all that, if you somehow failed to notice, I'm still pregnant!"

 "You don't say…" Gavin replied with a giggle. A notably less enthusiastic one than before as he continued looking down, literally and emotionally. 

"I mean this as a compliment…" Marcus started, finally getting his friend to look up at him again. "Your ideas were great, just not great enough," he shook his head again. 

"No..?" Gavin frowned, giving him his best puppy dog eyes. 

The twin-carrying man's unintended cuteness (or so Marcus took it) caught him off guard. It warmed his heat and made him smile because even if he wanted to, again, he knew Gavin meant well and he couldn't be mad at the only person who seemed to understand how fucking desperate he was to finally have his sister's children. 

"Unfortunately, no…" he gently chuckled. "We're both still pregnant, aren't we?"

 "Obviously…" Gavin had no choice but to admit. "But if we…"

"Just give ourselves an A for effort, I'll still call it a win. I really will if you join me at the hospital?" Marcus suggested with a wag of his brows. "Whaddaya say?"

Gavin thought about it. It was a really tempting offer as he too was more than ready to give birth and very excited to meet his twins. If he could do that with Marcus (which hadn't been part of his plan,) maybe it was worth it? 

Then again, maybe not because being induced by a doctor at the hospital, wasn't the who, where or how he wanted his labor finally triggered… So once again, even though he literally couldn't move quickly on his feet, Gavin managed to pivot. 

"But we've been having fun trying, haven't we?" He asked with a smile, a nod and all the earnestness he could muster. 

"Fun?!" His frustrated friend huffed. "Those peppers were not fun! That waddle to the park was not fun, and the waddle back was even less!"

 It was time for Gavin to pivot again. 

"OK… Fun wasn't the right word," he relented. "But hey… Did you see that sexy MILF we waddled by on the way back?"

 "No."

 "Seriously?!"

 "Seriously, Gavin!" Marcus huffed again as he rolled his eyes. "I was a little preoccupied!"

"I'll give you that," his twin-carrying friend nodded. "But that's a shame 'cause she was smokin'!"

 "Yeah..?" Marcus asked, sounding more than slightly interested. 

"Uh huh!" Gavin nodded enthusiastically. "And she couldn't take her eyes off you!"

Marcus grunted. "Excuse me for not being surprised! She…"

 "She seemed to be looking at how big you were."

 Another grunt. "Again, not surprised…"

 "Down there," Gavin finished, heavily emphasizing his words. 

"Oh..?"

 "Yep…" he nodded some more. "And I'm pretty sure she wasn't the only one," he went on, purposely toying with his friend to appeal to his obviously diminished, but still present, cocky, macho man demeanor so he wouldn't leave yet. One thing Gavin was not was a quitter. 

"I might've missed the MILF, but I caught a lot of the other looks I got and…" Marcus trailed off for a second. "I guess they weren't all bad, even if some of 'em came from guys, yourself included!"

 "What?!" Gavin blushed. "I…"

"Hey, at this point, I should just take any compliment I get!" Marcus huffed, feeling some of his confidence returning, even if he still didn't like how he looked, nearly naked or not! 

"Yeah, you should!" Gavin agreed, happy his plan seemed to be finding its way back on track. If it did and remained so, he might just get what he wanted after all… "Since you were a little preoccupied and therefore, probably didn't notice, I'll have you know I got my fair share of good looks too!"

 "I'm sure you did!" Marcus laughed. 

"You know…" Gavin continued, but then trailed off with a shake of his head and a giggle. "No, nevermind… You've already been embarrassed enough today."

"Today?! Try a lifetime!" Marcus huffed. "But don't leave me hangin'... Tell me what you were gonna say!"

 The twin-filled man let a "pregnant pause" pass before responding, not doing so till he started to move, slow and wide around his even more massive friend. "What I was gonna say was that even though I was right behind you, like this…" he said as he came to another stop behind Marcus, just before the front of his belly bumped his ass again. "That this ass still got some serious stares too!" He said as he reached under and around his pregnancy to first slap the mentioned area and then yank the giant tank top barely covering it away. 

Gavin knew it was a risky move to say the least, but the truth was, he had even riskier ones planned, so he needed to get a better gauge on Marcus' mood… Much to his relief (and delight,) after briefly looking back over his broad, muscular shoulder at him in shock, his friend laughed. Really laughed, and smiled. 

"My ass?!" He asked as he slowly shuffled around in place till he was facing Gavin, after using his belly to push him back. "What about yours?!" He questioned as he reached out and took his friend by his shoulders and carefully spun him around so he was facing the other direction before moving his right hand down to "return the attack." "Those shorts of yours leave nothing to the imagination, and don't forget… You were the literal caboose of our overdue train, so yeah, I know you got some looks too!"

For the first time not just that day, but for a while, Marcus felt slightly relaxed. Enough that he almost forgot about all the embarrassment he'd recently experienced, glad Gavin had been the one to share it with him, even if it was more than fair to say he'd been the cause! 

"My ass has gotten pretty big…" Gavin admitted with a chuckle as he slowly turned back around. "But it's nowhere near as big as yours, or as nice," he shook his head. "I've got a mama's ass now…" he sighed as he rolled his eyes. 

"A mama's ass?!" Marcus laughed as he smirked down at him. "Why would you call it that?"

 "'Cause it's big, juicy and round, not big, firm and muscular, like yours, but anyway…" the overly twin-filled man sighed again. "I know you've probably had enough of my plan, but…"

 Marcus shook his head. "Not probably. Definitely!"

"Fine, I'll give you that too, but there's still a few more things we could try, that…"

 "Gavin…" he groaned. 

"They're easy, I swear!" The shorter, slightly less pregnant man nodded and smiled up at him. "And if they don't work, then we can…"

Marcus let out another groan as he let his head lull back, exposing his thick, strong neck and bulging Adam's apple. "What's next?" He hated to ask, but had to. 

"Yay! That's the spirit!" Gavin grinned as he reached out and patted Marcus' big, bare belly. 

"Don't go and get your hopes up…" his friend pessimistically warned. "Tell me what you have planned next and then, I'll make my decision. If you wanna keep my spirit up…" he rolled his eyes. "Whatever it is, really better be easy, and we better be able to do it in private!"

"It can't get much easier, I swear!"

 "There's already been some swearing this morning, and we're both still pregnant!" Marcus justifiably pointed out. 

"Well hopefully, not for much longer! Next, we're gonna go to the pool."

 His green eyes bugged. "I am not going to the pool now, looking like this!" He nearly shouted as he looked down at himself. 

"Not even my pool?" Gavin countered, raising his brows. 

"You have a pool?"

He nodded. "In the backyard, which is fenced in and hedged, so no one will see us," he said as without invitation, he reached out and took Marcus' hand and started leading him slowly towards the back of the house. "Not only do we need and deserve to relax, according to the internet, it's supposed to help!"

With another groan and roll of his eyes, Marcus allowed himself to be pulled along. "The damn internet sure has a lot to say, none of which seems to be right!" He felt especially compelled to stress. 

Still, he hoped this latest piece of information would be correct. He needed a break, both mentally and physically. Marcus knew it would feel amazing to get in a pool, its water taking away some of the extra weight and pressure he was under, but…

The sudden mention and thought of water made him think of all the "water" he presently contained, making him disturbingly akin to a swimming pool. Thinking about his pregnancy again made Marcus think about its sure to be long and difficult conclusion, and how much of a struggle it was going to be to expel his sister's three little giants out, if and when he ever went into labor?! 

When he finally did, Marcus would have to work them out through a part of his body he genuinely wasn't sure would be able to cope?  He didn't want to think about it, but found himself unable to stop. At the same time, he found himself unable to stop waddling along behind Gavin, or from releasing yet another groan.

His friend found the sound incredibly sexy… There was just something about such a big, strong, undeniably gorgeous, masculine man sounding so desperate. Desperate for release and yet if he was right, more at the very same time. 

Gavin must've done something very good in a past life, because he continued to luck out as Marcus groaned again. His friend was just so frustrated and embarrassed, he couldn't help it. Uncomfortable too, especially "downstairs…" Marcus' jock felt tighter than ever, and with Gavin holding his left hand and his right bracing that side of his belly, he didn't have a free one to adjust himself. 

"Oh, wow…" he said, momentarily forgetting about everything else as they both waddled through the French doors leading outside. 

Gavin's yard was big and beautiful, centered by a large, in-ground pool. Most importantly, it was private: a tall fence and thick, plentiful shrubs completely surrounding it. When they reached the pool deck, Gavin released his hand, which Marcus immediately lowered to his crotch in an attempt to make his cock and balls feel less constricted. Now that he had some actual privacy, he reasoned it wouldn't be so bad if he showed a little more, if it made him more comfortable (physically, anyway,) though he still had no intention of showing everything…

Pregnant or not, Marcus was used to having comfort and containment "issues" below the belt, but previously, they'd been easier to manage. His entire package was well above average, so he was constantly adjusting himself, and had to be mindful of the size and kind of underwear he wore… Jockstraps were usually the best bet and usually, he could make (somewhat) discreet adjustments as needed, but between his enormous belly and the fact he hadn't gotten any action in months, had his balls bigger than ever and his cock all the more prone to react, which made fitting in or adjusting any pouch quite difficult at best. 

"You good?" Gavin asked casually as he watched Marcus fidget. 

He'd seen his bulge in the locker room at the gym, but he'd never been as up close and personal with it as he'd been today, with hopefully, more still to come. Needless to say, Gavin knew Marcus was well-endowed to say the least and very much hoped he'd get to touch and see when he was at his full potential. 

"Sorry…" Marcus quickly apologized. "Just trying to adjust. Also trying to keep covered, but my balls are just crammed in here and keep wanting to pop out!" He groaned, rolling his eyes as he tugged at the left side of the pouch, exposing more of his large, right nut. 

"I can see that!" Gavin giggled. 

"My dick isn't helping things since it's…"

 "So big?"

 "Yeah…" Marcus sighed. "Just like my damn belly! God knows I should be used to it by now, but I'm not!" He huffed as he continued to fight with the bulge beneath his biggest one. 

"So why fight it?" Gavin asked as he tottered closer. 

"Whaddaya mean?" A confused Marcus frowned down at him. 

"That I don't have a swim suit that fits me now, and even though I probably won't ever have to wear 'em again, I don't want the chlorine ruining my clothes in case I donate them, so…"

 "So..?"

 "So I was gonna go skinny dipping?" He shrugged. 

Marcus' brows shot up. "Oh, wow! OK… I, um…"

"It's just the two of us," Gavin shrugged again. "And it's not like either of us have anything the other hasn't seen before."

"Obviously. It's just that…"

 "And like you repeatedly mentioned, you're practically naked already!" He giggled again.

"Yeah, I know…" Marcus sighed. "But…"

"The whole point of getting in the pool is so we'll be able to relax!" Gavin rather ironically stressed. "Are you gonna be able to, all tight and uncomfortable?"

"Probably not," his triplet-carrying friend relented. 

"If you want, I can turn around so I won't see anything you don't want me to?" He offered, very much hoping Marcus wouldn't take him up on the offer. Thankfully, he didn't. 

"Actually…" he sighed again. "Jesus… I can't fuckin' believe I'm saying this, but I could use some help."

"Sure!" Gavin smiled and nodded, hoping he didn't look or sound overly enthusiastic, 'cause he couldn't risk blowing things now!

"I'm used to having something to lean on while I get dressed or undressed now…" Marcus explained as he looked around the pool deck. "I guess I could use the chair over there, but I'm worried it might not be…"

"Yeah, no. I don't think it would give you enough support," Gavin interrupted. "But I could."

 "Yeah? You wouldn't mind?"

"Not at all!" He shook his head as he saddled his belly up in front of Marcus'. 

He took a few more tiny steps forward till the baby-filled orbs were touching. As he did, he held his hands out. A second later, Marcus instinctively did the same but rather than reach for them, Gavin spread his arms as he lowered them till his hands took hold of his friend's triplet pregnancy. He gently but firmly passed against it for support as he slowly lowered himself to his knees. He desperately wanted to kiss or like the mammoth mound but didn't dare, knowing it would be too much, at least for now…

How and where Gavin touched him took Marcus by great surprise, but more so, he felt envious and ashamed. He rolled his eyes at how easily Gavin could still move compared to him, a renewed sense of frustration blooming within him because he was bigger and stronger. Obviously, he was too big now, which he needlessly further highlighted by placing his hands on his lower back, thrusting his belly further out but also up some. As he did this, Marcus tried not to think about why he was but couldn't stop considering he was willingly granting his gay friend easier access to his other over-filled bulge. 

"If I find out you ever told anyone about this…" he started off, voice shaking some in a combination of nerves, excitement and warning. "You're gonna be in so much trouble!"

 As he delivered his "threat," he cringed internally. Not only did it sound stupid, the triplet-carrying stud worried it sounded empty, like he didn't mean in… Maybe because he didn't..? Of course, he'd never actually do anything to Gain, nor would he ever need to as he knew his friend would never share with anyone what he was about to do for him, or anything that happened after. 

Was there going to be something else after? Did Marcus want there to be? If so, would he actually allow it?

He hadn't come up with even a single answer to his plethora of hypothetical questions when he was suddenly pulled from his internal strife by the external feeling of Gavin's soft, warm hands leaving his belly. His friend's left worked its way down to his thick, muscular right thigh, his right to the pock of his overly stuffed jock. Moving lower, the twin-filled man cupped the bulge and gave it a few gentle shakes to better gauge its heft. It went without saying, Gavin was impressed. 

It also went without saying that Marcus hadn't been expecting him to do that either! As such, he also didn't expect the low moan he inadvertently released as he was groped by another man! As he let it fall back, his eyes rolled back in his head. Marcus knew what was happening was not only weird and wrong, but that he and Gavin were crossing a line that would be hard, if not impossible to go back over, but his friend's unexpected touch felt incredibly good. Much better than it should've, that's for damn sure! 

"Holy fuckin' shit, dude!" Gavin exclaimed, voice muffled from being lower along with the fact it was being blocked by Marcus' expansive middle. "How do you deal with this thing?! It's so heavy! You're a total bull!" He commended as he gave his friend's massive package another bounce. 

Once again, the uncle-to-be knew he shouldn't like what was happening, but he did… Overdue and over being pregnant, Gavin's touch and his compliments were the first things to make him feel something close to good in a long time. Quietly, he sucked in as deep a breath as he could, swelling his chest with pride, rather than milk. 

"T-t-thanks…" he slowly and shakily replied as he released the breath.

He didn't sound nervous per say, just slightly unsure. That Gavin would work with, so he did… 

He continued playing with Marcus' bulge, eyeing it with great intent and focus as he watched for a sign he was doing the right thing. Had he been able, Gavin would've checked his friend's handsome face for feedback, but it wasn't visible beyond his giant belly and huge, full pecs. The only "eyes" he could see from down on the pool deck, were Marcus' pierced nipples, which stared back at him from close to the bottom of the massively muscular, milk-filled mounds. 

Before either pregnant man could process what exactly was happening, Marcus' donkey dick began to respond… As it rather rapidly engorged, a small, strange squeaking sound emanated from the area which was soon followed by the louder sound of something tearing. Not even a second later, the pouch of the jockstrap practically exploded, freeing Marcus' huge, heavy bull balls, which fell with an audible slap against his tree-trunk sized thighs. Out in the open, they looked even bigger, even with his still inflating semi (which was already WAY bigger than most guys' full hardons) resting atop them. 

"Ohmygod, what the fuck?!" Marcus shouted, his tone a mix of anger and relief. He couldn't deny how fucking good it felt to be free and unconstricted, but still!

"Wasn't me!" Gavin shouted back, even though that obviously wasn't entirely true. "That was you! You're just so big! Your dick and your balls… they're just… they… God damn!"

"That didn't just happen…" Marcus groaned. 

"It did, but honestly..?" His friend continued. "It's a wonder it didn't sooner! You're a total bull!" He said again, once more doing all he could to cater to Marcus' ego. 

Even though he hadn't found the right guy yet (but maybe now, he had?) Gavin knew how men, pregnant or not, gay or straight, loved it when they got compliments like the ones he kept doling out, with no end in sight! 

"It's hard…" Marcus sighed. 

"Not quite, but…"

 He laughed. "You didn't let me finish!" 

"Sorry…" 

"Uh huh…" he grunted. "Anyway, you were right when you said 'not quite,' but what I was going to say was that it's hard for me to find stuff that fits with such a…"

"Big, bull package?"

 "In so many words…"

 "I bet! Jesus…"

Despite his as of late, lackluster confidence having been very quickly, almost fully restored in a way he'd never previously anticipated (but which he very much if not strangely appreciated,) Marcus felt the need to point out, "Please, don't think I'm bragging… I just… I mean, it is what it is?" He shrugged his huge, broad shoulders. "I won't deny I'm blessed 'cause that would just be messed up, but…"

"I know you're not, but even if you were bragging, I wouldn't be mad!" Gavin replied with a laugh. "If anyone deserves to, it's you!" He said as he reached back up and cupped his friend's now bare balls and gave them another shake. 

"Oof!" Marcus grunted. 

"Oh, sorry!"

 "You're good. They're just really…"

 "Tender..?"

"Yeah, and like too much of the rest of me, extra bloated!" He rather needlessly declared. 

"You don't say…" Gavin replied with another giggle before asking, "So should I go 'head and finish? It's not like this…" he said as he pulled at the dangling remnants of the pouch of the jock, "Is doing much anymore…"

"Might as well…" Marcus sighed, shaking his head as he looked up to the sky again. 

Less than a minute later, he'd been fully stripped. Not too long ago in the grand scheme of things, he truly would've relished in the full exposure of his body. Now though, despite how complementary Gavin continued to be, not so much, anymore…

"That's better, isn't it?"

 Marcus sighed. "Yes and no…"

 "What?! Come on now…" the twin-filled daddy-to-be scoffed. 

"Well…"

"Seriously! Between those bloated balls and that dick of yours, if anyone could, you could probably knock me up again right now!" Gavin said, only half kidding as he gave Marcus' still growing cock a soft slap before reaching up and out with both hands and bracing himself on the bulging sides of his pregnancy again as he slowly stood. 

For what felt like the millionth time since he'd gotten to Gavin's, Marcus felt himself blushing again. He also felt himself continuing to get bigger and harder…

"I was just kidding!" Gavin assured with another giggle as he made a very wide turn. 

Once he was facing the pool, he started taking off his strained, black sports bra. Using his right hand, Gavin freed his bloated, tender breasts one at a time, then worked the bra off, letting it drop down onto the deck, leaving him that much closer to matching Marcus in his nudity. 

Wanting/needing his even more fecund friend to be in the best, most amenable mood, he raised both arms over his head and clasped his hands together before languidly stretching. Gavin knew his arms were nothing compared to Marcus', but he still flexed them as best he could. He further added to the show he was undeniably putting on by not so subtly sticking his ass out and slowly circling it around… As he did, he felt Marcus staring at him, letting him know that not only was he still on the right track, but the time had come for him to push the envelope further still…

Arms still up and hands still clasped, palms facing the sky, he turned back around. As he did, Gavin gently bounced on his swollen feet, making his swollen breasts bounce and swing, his very large pink nipples crying out for Marcus' attention, not that it needed anymore seeing as the triplet-carrying stud was practically drooling by then as he walked at Gavin's massive, almost entirely feminine rack. Over the course of the last ten or so of his twenty-seven years, Marcus had seen a lot of tits, but none of the women he'd had the pleasure of being with had been close to as busty as the man standing and oh so sexily, bouncing in front of him. 

Even though his gaze could best be described as stupefied, Gavin was happy because he was only getting started… After unleashing his hands, he lowered them till each was cupping a breast. Palms more than filled, he made sure to be gentle so as not to release any of their creamy contents just yet.

"It's just not fair…" he pouted as he played. 

"W-what isn't?" Marcus asked, practically in a trance. 

'That even though you're more pregnant than me, you're still such a bull while I've turned into a damn dairy cow!" Gavin complained, carefully choosing his words to both tease and appease Marcus as much as he could. "My tits are just so full and heavy!"

 "Oh yeah?"

 "You can't tell?" He asked, raising his brows, his pierced right slightly higher. 

"I mean, yeah…" Marcus nodded. "I can… tell," he confirmed as he watched Gavin continue to fondle his massive breasts. 

His cock was fully erect by then and positively weeping pre-cum. Never before had he gotten even half hard looking at another man, but Gavin looked so fucking good to him, he couldn't help but be incredibly turned on. That Marcus' bloated body was so full of hormones and he hadn't gotten any in months, made it all the more difficult for him to ignore the urges he was now experiencing, strange and inappropriate as he considered all of them.

He told himself they weren't that strange… The more he thought about it, the more feminine he convinced himself Gavin was… If Marcus focused on that, the less gay everything was and therefore, the less inappropriate, right..? 

With such a big, obviously fertile baby belly, such big, juicy, perfectly round tits, such big, pretty pink nipples, and such a big, self-proclaimed "mama's ass," his gay friend could hardly be considered a man (in the best, most respectful ways, of course) right?! As the triplet-carrying uncle-to-be continued to try and convince himself of that, his cock throbbed against the underside of his pregnancy, streaking it with pre-cum. 

Closer to being in an actual trance than ever, Marcus watched as Gavin moved his hands again… They went to his curvy hips, where they worked their way into the super stretched waistband of his teeny tiny, painted on shorts, which he set to lowering in a slow and sensual manner. Once Gavin had worked them past the thickest parts of his impressively toned thighs, he let them drop to the pool deck, Marcus following each and every move he made with his eyes. 

Gavin leaned back in a stretch, not only thrusting his overdue, overloaded belly further out in front of him, but causing the low, heavy orb to rise high enough to reveal his crotch, which remained covered, if only just… As part of his plan, the conniving daddy-to-be had stopped at the mall on his way home from the gym, where he'd gone to Victoria's Secret and purchased what he really hoped Marcus would consider a sexy pair of panties.

Even though he was undeniably "light in the loafers," till then, Gavin had never felt the need or desire to wear female underwear, but considering what he hoped to get from/do to/with his friend, coupled with the fact Marcus was straight, he figured something "a little different" might help egg the (even) bigger man on? Once more, Gavin was happy to find going with his gut had been the right choice…

On the subject of "a little" the bright red, lace panties a rather shocked VS associate had helped Gavin find, were the "right size," but were still quite small… Same as with his arms, his package was nothing compared to his more pregnant friend's, but when it wasn't, it was nothing to scoff at. That being said, though he was also now fully erect and the lace made his panties nearly sheer, Gavin didn't think he was being shown as best he could, all squished together since the female underwear offered little give or room. "Comfort" wasn't even part of the equation so he really hoped Marcus liked them…

As the overdue twenty-seven year old man looked at Gavin's face, same as with his arms, thighs and crotch, he found there wasn't much feminine there, yet he still enjoyed the sight. Not many thirty year olds could pull off an eyebrow piercing without looking lame or douchey, but Gavin was the exception… His right brow being pierced further added to his unusual appeal. 

After he was sure he'd hooked his attention (while acting like none of what was happening had been planned,) Gavin slowly turned around again to show off his ass in just his panties. The red lace strained against his pregnancy-fattened rump, his deep crack devouring a good deal of it. Looking back over his shoulder, he saw Marcus still just standing there, seemingly dumbfounded, which was perfect.

Despite all the thought and effort he'd put into it, he still couldn't believe his plan was working?! Not only had he gotten Marcus fully naked, he'd gotten him fully erect, thank you VERY MUCH big, milky tits, and uncomfortable, but evidently sexy panties! Slowly, Gavin leaned forward as much as he could before his belly got in the way (which didn't take long,) then stuck his ass out further as he pulled the back of his panties up into it, almost converting them into a thong. As he did, Marcus gasped in response. 

"You alright back there?" He casually asked as he set to undoing what he'd just done, pulling his uncomfortable underwear back down (and out of) his ass. 

"U-uh huh!" Marcus stuttered in response. "Fine! I'm fine! Totally! W-what're you d-d-doing?"

"Taking my panties off… We're skinny dipping, remember?"

 As if Marcus could even possibly forget?! He wondered why his thirty year old friend was wearing panties? Did Gavin do so on a regular basis, or was he wearing them for him? No… Why would he..? He wouldn't! Marcus barely managed to keep himself from drooling as Gavin's big, beautiful, heart-shaped ass popped free from the lace. He didn't manage to keep from grunting in response. 

"Ahh… That's so much better!" The slightly less pregnant man sighed as he swayed his now bare ass from side to side, gradually working the panties further down his legs till they hit the pool deck and he carefully stepped out of them. 

Marcus had to agree, there was simply no denying it… Usually, he wasn't much of an ass man… He definitely appreciated a nice one, till then, always one that belonged to a female, but Gavin's was really nice too…

"Shall we?" The admired man asked as without waiting for a reply, he started waddling towards the pool steps. 

"We shall," Marcus replied almost robotically as he followed in the same manner, eyes never leaving those two big, luscious mounds. 

"Ohmygod…" Gavin sighed as he stepped into the pool. His feet were barely in but already, the water began to work its pressure-relieving magic. "It's perfect, you're gonna love it!" He said as he slowly descended the steps. 

"Yeah?"  Marcus asked as he took hold of the railing and dipped his left foot in. 

"Totally!" His friend nodded from the bottom of the steps as he dipped down till just his head and shoulders remained out of the water. 

"It is perfect," he agreed with a nod as he moved his left foot into the pool. As he did, much to his surprise, Marcus found himself wishing he could see more of Gavin again, already missing the sight(s) he'd been treated to. "Not too cold, not too hot."

"I know, right?!" Gavin nodded and grinned up at him. "Perfect for a massive, milky preggo like me, twelve days overdue with twelve pound twins!" He playfully pouted before suddenly disappearing beneath the surface of the water. 

When he reemerged a few moments later, Marcus' wish to see more of him came true… In what suddenly seemed to be movie magic slow motion, his fecund friend stood, throwing his head back and sending water flying from his hair. As more and more of Gavin's bloated body rose from the pool, the water running down its many curves made it shine under the sunlight, making him look bigger (and more desirable) than ever. When he hit his full height, after running both hands through his hair (boobs wobbling and bubbling in the process,) Gavin reached back into the water and cradled his biggest swell. 

"Oh!" He suddenly gasped. "Oh my!" He giggled as he looked up at Marcus, who'd stopped halfway down the steps. 

"Oh my what?" The uncle-to-be of three asked with a frown. 

"Your dick!"

 "W-what about it..?"

 "It's enormous, that's what!" Gavin exclaimed. 

It was. Actually though, enormous might've been a bit of an understatement! Having reached its full potential and somehow, then some, Marcus' cock was now some thirteen inches in length, with the girth of a can of soda!

"Oh!" Marcus blushed yet again. "Yeah, it's um… Yeah, pretty big…" he nervously chuckled as he descended the remainder of the steps as quickly as he could, suddenly embarrassed by his massive member for the first time since back in his high school days when the (jealous) guys used to mercilessly tease him in the locker room before and after gym. 

Seeing as things were now going better than he'd ever hoped or dreamed they would, Gavin thought it best to not push his luck… He had plenty to say about both Marcus' incredible cock and balls, but kept it all to himself for the moment, bringing their conversation back to how great it felt to be in the pool, and how much it helped people their size. 

"Don't you agree?" He asked his friend with a big grin once the bigger, blonde man had popped back up following his first full dunk beneath the chlorinated surface. 

"Yeah, totally…" Marcus nodded as he brushed his hair back, keeping himself down in the water up to his shoulders. 

Maintaining that level of coverage, he crab waddled towards the closest side of the pool, where he made a huge, slow turn and then leaned back against the wall. Meanwhile, Gavin remained fully upright, languidly moving in the water, most of his rounded upper body on display. Fully aware of how rapt his audience was, he went back to talking about how big and full he was as he continually ran his hands all over and around his belly and breasts. 

Now hidden below his own, bigger belly and the water, Marcus' cock remained hard as a rock despite his strong desire for it to calm the hell down! As much as he wanted it to, it ended up doing the opposite… The over foot-long, over half as thick member repeatedly throbbed as he watched Gavin run his hands over his nipples, the water left behind causing them to contract while simultaneously coming to full attention. 

The twin-filled man used the change to his advantage, gently tweaking both of his large, pink nubs. He pretended not to hear the grunt Marcus released as he played with himself because the truth was, he was actually playing with him.

Even though Gavin hadn't seemed to notice, Marcus was terribly embarrassed by the noise he'd involuntarily released and felt himself blush again. I'm straight! He reminded himself for what felt like the millionth time that day. 

He knew if and was comfortable enough to admit when a guy was good-looking but till now, he'd never looked at another in such a sexual manner?! There was just something about Gavin… Something that had hooked Marcus, whether he was aware or ready to admit it.

Gavin was… too sexy for him to ignore, but he still needed to try. His dick seriously needed to calm the fuck down, so he closed his eyes and tried to focus on the heat coming from the edge of the pool and how good it felt against his neck. Marcus also tried to focus on how good the water felt as it slightly buoyed his vast bulk. 

Gavin knew what he was doing and it worried him some, but he let Marcus be. After all, not only did he need him fully naked and erect if his plan had any hope of continuing to go his way, but relaxed as well. 

"I told you this would be nice," he said as he gently sloshed through the water towards Marcus. "Now just relax…" he soothed as he gently bumped his belly into his. 

Gentle as it was, the bump caused Marcus' eyes to open. Squinting against the sun and the glare coming from the water, he not only felt, but saw Gavin standing there, slowly and blatantly rubbing his full tits. 

"Um, so…" he said after clearing his throat twice. "How long do you think we'll need to relax before it works?" He asked. 

Gavin shrugged. "Everyone's different, and I think it's safe to say by now that you and I are the exceptions to rules or norms, no?" He chuckled. 

"Unfortunately…" Marcus exhaled. 

"So…" his friend continued. "Maybe it'll work for us soon, or maybe just me?" He shrugged again. "Or maybe, it won't work at all?"

Instantly, he frowned. "Don't say that!" He huffed. "It might work for both of us?! We just need to, oh…" he suddenly trailed off. 

He did so because Gavin had started pinching and squeezing his perky, pretty pink nipples. "Jesus Christ…" he muttered under his breath before asking, "W-w-what're you doing?"

"You don't know?" Gavin raised his brows again as he continued to pinch and tug. "What I'm doing is…"

 "Nipple stimulation," Marcus interrupted. "It's supposed to… help, right?"

"That's right," his busty friend nodded. "But if you somehow failed to notice, my tits are so big, and my nipples so thick, that I really need bigger and stronger fingers and hands to properly work them," he said as he bore his blue eyes into Marcus' green ones, silently and suggestively pleading with them. 

"So, I, um… You need…"

 Gavin sighed. "I won't lie…"

 "About?" Marcus asked, his brows raising this time. 

"About the fact I'm quite happy with myself!" The twin-filled man giggled and grinned. 

"About..?" He hesitantly repeated as he wiped at the sweat that had suddenly formed on his brow. 

"That I haven't made a mess yet! That, and I've yet to reveal our next step!"

 "A mess..?" Marcus echoed, ignoring the latter part of what Gavin had said. 

He nodded. "My tits are so engorged, they're about to blow!"

"Oh…"

 "I'd be so embarrassed if they did!" Gavin groaned. "But…"

 "Uh huh..?"

"They really need to. To blow…" he nodded again, a little more seriously this time. 

"Oh!"

 "I know you've been watching me stimulate my nipples, or try to, but obviously, I can't do enough, wouldn't you agree?"

"I mean sure, but…"

 "And I'm still pregnant, no?" Gavin pouted. 

"We're both still pregnant!"

"So… Either we go about nipple stimulation differently, or we…"

 "Uh huh..?"

 "Move onto the next step," he shrugged. 

"And that would be..?"

 "Sex."

Initially, Marcus scoffed, which he quickly followed with a huge, loud burst of laughter that filled the backyard. "Sex?!"

"Sex," his friend confirmed. "I know it's probably the last thing you're thinking about right now, but…"

"But I'd waddle across the entire country AND do a THOUSAND NAKED square before I'd get with a chick looking like THIS!" He huffed as his hands shot from beneath the water to gesture all around himself. "Like I said, I've already suffered more than enough embarrassment!" He needlessly reminded. 

"Yeah, yeah…" Gavin chuckled. 

He couldn't believe Marcus still hadn't caught on… He hadn't been talking about the huge hunk having sex with a girl, he'd been talking about him having it with him! He wasn't ready to fully enlighten his overdue friend yet so instead, he gave him another seemingly sincere shrug. 

"So if sex is off the table, I guess all we're left with is… more adequate nipple stimulation, huh?" Marcus asked, thinking he'd figured it out. 

"Well that's not all," Gavin slightly corrected. "But…"

"I guess you need my help?"

He tossed his head back and laughed. "I knew you'd eventually get it! Your hands are just what I need… So big and strong, just like the rest of you!" He winked before trailing off. "But…"

"But what? Why is there always a but?" Marcus groaned. 

"This one's just to say that I'd totally understand if helping out would make you… uncomfortable," Gavin sighed. "The last thing I want to do is embarrass you any more, so if you're…"

 "It's fine," Marcus cut back in. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure? I don't want you…"

 "You have boobs, Gavin," he stressed, more to himself so he'd remember how much he loved playing with boobs. 

"That I do!" Gavin confirmed with a giggle as he looked down at his other set of twins. "But, it's worth noting that I'm still…"

 "No it's not. I know you're a man," Marcus replied before letting out a small, nervous chuckle. "No offense, but please don't remind me again, OK?"

Gavin nodded down at him. As he did, he took his right hand and drew his pinched thumb and forefinger across his closed mouth. He'd stay quiet, for now… He wanted to moan as he watched and felt Marcus slowly stand (his belly rubbing against his,) revealing his bloated self again but didn't. To keep from being any further tempted, Gavin closed his eyes. 

"Take my place," Marcus instructed as he moved around his friend. 

"O-OK…" Gavin replied, sounding genuinely slightly unsure for the first time that day. 

"The heat from the wall feels great against your neck," Marcus shared after he'd cleared his throat again. It'd gotten very tight after he hadn't been able to help but take another look at Gavin's ass. 

It did feel great. After easing himself deeper into the water and leaning back against the wall, Gavin closed his eyes and sighed as the warm concrete instantly took away some of the tension that had built up in his neck. He was still sighing when he felt Marcus' belly saddle up next to his, and then a big, strong hand on his milk-filled left breast. Gavin slowly opened his eyes and looked up at Marcus with a huge smile on his face. 

"I'm doing… this because I'm just, um… returning the favor after all you've done for me," Marcus said as he adjusted his hand so his fingers closed in on Gavin's nipple, causing the slightly smaller man to moan and send shivers down his whole bloated body. 

Even though he was somewhat unsure and uncomfortable with what he was doing, Marcus still laughed when Gavin moaned again. He did so because he thought he'd been the only one awkwardly horny all day but apparently, he'd been wrong… 

"I'm not so sure I want the favor returned?!" Gavin chuckled. "The peppers… Me making you do those squats which destroyed your shorts leaving you to… walk back here almost naked, and then making your jockstrap… burst?!" Gavin listed off between more moans and lolling eyes as Marcus smirked down at him. 

The bigger man wasn't sure if Gavin was more apologetic or proud of the things he mentioned. He didn't know what he wanted him to be? As such, he didn't know how to proceed?

"OK, I won't return the favor then," Marcus shook his head. 

"Then what will you do?"

 "I'm not sure yet," he admitted with another shake. "I don't know if you deserve a punishment or a reward?" He mused aloud as he pinched Gavin's nipple, causing him to moan again. 

"It's up to… to you, big guy," he panted. "If you think I deserve to…  be punished, go 'head," he nodded. "I can take it. But just remember, oooh!" He moaned as Marcus pinched again. "I was only trying to help."

He'd been looking forward to this all day. Whatever Marcus wanted to do, he'd willingly take. As he let out another moan, Gavin closed his eyes again. His dick was rock solid beneath his twin-filled belly, generously weeping pre-cum into the pool, now extra desperate for release. 

After thinking about it one more time, Marcus let out a small sigh and decided to go for it. With Gavin's eyes closed, he had the added element of surprise going for him so he leaned over and in. Gavin moaned as he stopped pinching, expecting another to follow or maybe for Marcus to move to his other nipple, but he didn't expect what the massive man did instead…

Moving his hand to cup Gavin's breast and lift it off his belly, Marcus replaced his fingers with something smoother, warmer and wetter. After letting out his loudest moan yet, Gavin opened his eyes, looked down and saw Marcus looking up at him with his mouth locked around his nipple. 

"What?" Marcus smiled up at him after he'd given a few deliberate sucks that felt fucking amazing to Gavin but didn't produce any results other than pleasure. Yet, anyway… "Did you think you were the only one to research ways to induce labor?" He asked. 

Yes, Gavin did. Having not given any indications otherwise, he didn't think Marcus had done any research himself, but apparently he had. 

"This is the kind of stimulation you need," the apparently more in the know than he let on, Marcus said before resuming his sucking, causing his twin-filled friend to resume his moaning. 

Gavin wasn't the only one enjoying the experience… As Marcus sucked, he gently fondled his friend's other breast. A big fan, he'd licked, sucked and teased his fair share of nipples. Since his own were pierced, he knew just how sensitive the nubs could be, especially when there was a lot of milk behind them… What Marcus didn't know was whether his sucking would actually produce and if it did, whether or not he'd like it? 

He got his answer a few seconds later when all of a sudden, his mouth was filled with a warm rush of liquid. As soon as Gavin started to release, he did so abundantly, forcing Marcus to repeatedly swallow like his life depended on it, not that he was complaining as he found he really enjoyed the taste and texture of Gavin's milk. 

"Ohmygod!" The twin-filled man exhaled. "That feels… so good! Don't stop!"

 Marcus had no plans to. He continued his oral assault for several more minutes, during which Gavin reached out and grabbed him by the back of his head, forcing his mouth even tighter against his bulging breast. While delicious, his milk was heavy so Marcus quickly felt his stomach filling up, but he only stopped to switch nipples. 

He did so after slowly making his way around Gavin to his other side. Momentarily free of stimulation, Gavin panted heavily, causing his chest to heave. Though Marcus had yet to suck from it, his other nipple had already started to leak, its contents dribbling down the mound onto his belly then into the water, causing it to cloud up around them. 

"You could sell this stuff!" Marcus said after sucking more of Gavin's milk down. "God knows you have enough!" He chuckled as he gave his second bloated breast a gentle pat. 

"Not if you keep drinking it the way you are!" Gavin giggled. "I take it it's good?"

 "Mmmhmm!" The triplet-filled man nodded. "But I'm starting to get full," he admitted. "You feel anything yet? Is it working?" He asked as he moved his free hand up to tease his pierced right nipple. 

"Just some kicks," Gavin replied. "No contractions yet," he shook his head. "Want me to try working on yours?"

Marcus sighed as he looked down at his chest. "If it's not working for you, why would it work for me?" He frowned. "Damn it… Are we just gonna be pregnant forever?!"

 "No."

 "Then what now?" He groaned. "Finally call it and go to the hospital?"

"There's still one more thing we could try, but you already said no," Gavin sighed, eyes rolling back slightly as Marcus gently kneaded and squeezed his tender tits. 

Marcus grunted. "Even if I said yes, what girl would let me fuck her now? I'm too big, clumsy and… just no!" He huffed. 

"I don't see any girls around anyway," Gavin pointed out. 

"Right!"

 "But who says you need one?"

 "Um…"

 "You've got me." 

Marcus' eyes widened. "Dude… I'm…"

"I know you're straight," Gavin nodded. "But you did just suck my tits, so…"

"Yeah, but…"

"But desperate times call for desperate measures, right?" He shrugged. 

"They do," Marcus had no choice but to agree. "But…"

 "Again, I know you're not gay, but I also know how hard you are, so I don't think you'll have any issues getting the job done."

Marcus couldn't believe what he was hearing. Even more so, he couldn't believe he was actually considering it?! 

"And I already promised you, nobody will ever know about today," Gavin added for good measure. "So whaddaya say?"

Marcus stared at him for several silent seconds. Gavin could practically see the gears turning in his head as he tried to figure out what he was going to do? This was it, everything was out on the table. All Marcus had to do was make a decision… 

All of a sudden, still without saying anything, the bigger man made a wide turn, stood to his full height and started waddling towards the stairs. Quick as he could, Gavin stood too, full-on panicking that he'd finally pushed Marcus too far. 

"W-where are you going?!" He called after him. 

"Inside," Marcus replied. 

"But…"

 "If I'm gonna fuck you, I wanna do it somewhere comfortable," he said as he started up the stairs, leaving Gavin momentarily dumbstruck as his huge, muscled ass emerged from the water. 

Then he realized what he'd just said and he picked up his pace. Marcus had just agreed to fuck him! His plan had worked! 

His overdue, over being pregnant, overly triplet-filled friend waited for him at the top of the stairs. Gavin rushed up them, leaving himself almost entirely breathless by the time he reached the top. He lost what little breath he still had when Marcus reached down and out and slapped his ass hard, making it jiggle. 

"Oooh!" Gavin giggled as he offered his hand. "Come on, big guy!"

"No," Marcus shook his head, his voice dropping an octave. "You lead the way," he instructed. "I wanna watch that big ass I'm about to fuck move!"

 "Yes, sir!" His equally horny twin-filled friend giggled again as he waddled back towards the house, making sure to put some extra swing in his step. 

...

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broken | c.s (04)

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pairing: choi san x reader

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warning: smut! (read at ur own risk)

a/n: have to repost this completely bc the tags would not work on the first post no matter what. if formatting is messed up its bc i lit just copy pasted

you have told yunho that there is no way you're going to waddle into yeosang's presence and beg for his help like a peasant, just because you got a sixty-eight percent on your first exam. that's almost a passing grade.

that you'll just study more and hopefully score better on the next one--or, like any other college students, look it up online for extra help. but he was immensely against it, saying you are not financially secure at the moment to be giving away twenty dollars a month for some subscription.

which, if you're to be honest, you'd rather be living on ramen noodles and water for an entire month to make up for the extra cash than to humiliate yourself like that in front of yeosang.

but yunho being the good boy he always is--genuinely and truly caring for you, he had asked him against your wishes, and to say you were surprised when yunho had told you he said yes, is an understatement.

"i feel pathetic," you voice upon seeing the cafe from a distance.

that's if anything can even be more pathetic than the score you got despite studying days and nights.

maybe if your professor isn't so busy with the other group of students fighting for their grades; his office hours all filled up, you wouldn't be in the current predicament.

"you're overreacting. he's happy to help," yunho assures.

happy to help? as in, sincerely doing this because he wants to? or because he sees it is the perfect opportunity to get under your skin again--like every other time where his words felt like bullets.

even the air of the cafe is already taunting as you both enter.

yeosang is quick to notice the new arrivals, his head shooting up from his book and eyes not landing on yunho but yours. amusement all over them as he occupies a seat far in the back.

"have fun," yunho whispers from beside you, and if he isn't as good-natured as you know him to be, you'd think he's setting you up judging by the tone.

"you're not going to walk me over there?" you snap to him, anxiety in your expression.

he returns a chuckle.

"he's just yeosang, y/n. not a disease or a rabid dog. you're a big girl, i'm sure you can do it."

you scoff and roll your eyes, keeping your gaze trained ahead.

"well, if you're going to drag me into this against my will, shouldn't--"

you turn to where he was originally but he's already gone; the cafe door clinking, only to catch him outside the glass window bidding you a goodbye with a smirk on his lips.

freaking yunho.

usually in cases like this, you embrace your naturally timid nature--whether that's turning your feet back around or acting aloof, but there's something very provoking about kang yeosang.

well, that and the fact that yunho made it blatantly known that you did not do very well, so it'll be even more embarrassing if you have tried putting on such a pretense act.

you accept your fate after all, taking a seat opposite of him that makes one of his eyebrows quirk up.

"are you really going to sit there?" he speaks up

"obviously," you answer dryly, barely able to get one of the straps of your backpack off before he snarks back.

"how am i going to help you pass the class when you're an ocean away from me."

there it is. the yeosang you know. not the one that yunho and mingi always talk so kindly about, swearing he's the offspring of saint mary.

in your head, the desired outcome would be cursing him out since you didn't even ask for any of this, so you don't have to take his shit.

but... there's a more rational part that's echoing its voice and telling you to just hold onto that patience a little longer for a friend who only wants the best for you.

you release a heavy sigh, not bothering to hide your annoyance--you can do that at least.

getting up to migrate, it takes everything in you to keep the composure when a smirk conjures up on him. must be so satisfying to see you so weak and powerless.

your phone is the first to go on the table before you sit down completely next to the window that displays the sight of many students passing by.

your eyes stay on your phone for a second too long before prying away to meet yeosang's obnoxious ones.

"you're going to have to pull up the exam so i can see what questions you missed."

you don't object or make a show, only compliantly pull out your laptop to navigate to the school's site and your classes, opening up the exam the class took online a week ago.

he squints his eyes, leaning in closer so he can get a better view.

you're frozen in the position, trying to not snap a neck or a turn head because he's so close and you don't know why the hell your heart's doing flip at the proximity.

it doesn't help when he stays like that for too long, fingers taking over your laptop to scroll down till the last question.

a nervous gulp travels down your throat, finally relaxing itself when yeosang pulls away, causing a light gush of wind to form, his scent brimming your nose but fades shortly after.

he doesn't smell of anything strong or artificial. you can only assume it's his natural scent, much fitting for a guy like yeosang. he doesn't seem like the kind to impress... unlike san.

a guy like san, he always dresses to impress, always carry a strong, artificial scent that smells expensive, and his hair is always nicely slicked back--probably with some kind of gel or something that he also invested a lot in--

"how do you not know what applications are?" yeosang's voice is the one to bring you back.

"huh?" you're completely out of loop.

"question four. you got it wrong."

"some of the answers were too similar to one another," you defend.

"if you were paying attention or even studied a little, the answer is quite obvious, actually."

you grimace and already, there's a trail of heavy breathing as you try to contain the brewing temper.

"i did study!" you hiss, keeping the volume only loud enough for him to hear.

it's not your fault your professor had worded the answers so stupidly alike to one another. you're pretty sure both microsoft word and something like setup.exe are examples of applications.

if all yeosang's going to do is berate you, you just might break your own code of conduct and offer an apology to yunho later.

he doesn't have much of a reaction, only shake his head and moves the topic along.

"did you bring your textbook?"

you just nod, afraid that if you actually speak, you will say something that will lead to regret later.

"okay. then we'll just go over some of the chapters again."

you still have to offer your perspective, though--not like you're ever going to be right.

"can't we just cover the newer chapters? it's not like i can even retake the exam." you cross your arms.

"yes, but, the final is comprehensive, so it's best if you get a better grasp of the materials now rather than later."

you badly want to roll your eyes, but it's not even worth trying to argue back. he's not getting paid, after all. but gods know why he even agreed in the first place.

before rummaging your backpack for the book, you steal a quick glance at your phone screen that has yet to light up with any new messages, unfortunately.

"code is a series of instructions, and each instruction is an operation--"

a feeling of relief washes over, after managing to finish your first ever interview somewhat normally; the lady offering you a farewell and saying you should be hearing back in a few weeks.

y/n: just got done with the interview :)

san: really?! how did it go?

y/n: okay i think. she said they'll call me back in a few weeks, so there's some hope lol

san: you'll get a call for sure!

y/n: i hope to

san: i'll pick you up 😋

y/n: oh you don't have to. i can take a cab

san: i'm already on my way 😎 we can... celebrate

you don't really know what he means by celebrate, but you're just overjoy to be seeing him again if you're to be really honest that you do in fact want him to pick you up.

ever since thursday, aside from a few flirty texts and reminders of the interview, he didn't really bring up ever doing anything together again. and you're too much of a coward to try initiating anything because then, it'll give away that he's all you've been thinking about.

the conversation in the car is surprisingly casual--all as if he wasn't on top of you with his fingers deep in your pussy a few days ago.

he asks more about the interview and you answer, attempting to reframe from staring at him too much, but it's nearly almost impossible.

he just looks so clean and sharp in his signature hairstyle, that brown zip shirt, and those beach pants as he accelerates in those sneakers.

in the pitched blackness of the evening, even he glows. he's bright and he's tempting, your eyes unable to look away faltering when he catches you in the middle of being starstruck.

he giggles, and it's that melodic sound that pulls you away from the light and back into the dimness of the night.

maybe if you weren't so blinded, you would have realized sooner than later that he brought you to his complex and not the dorms.

"and programs are comprised of millions--are you even listening?"

"what?" you meet yeosang's unamused gaze. "of course i am."

he sighs and flips the book at least two pages back.

"okay, then summarize what i told you just now." he relaxes against the table, one palm on the side of his face and attention burning a hole in your forehead.

"uh--" but a sound from your phone has you turning head to it so fast, it's a miracle your neck is still intact at this point.

but you're only met with disappointment when you see it is not from the one person you are expecting. just a stupid reminder from your phone plan about bills being due soon.

the frown on you doesn't go unnoticed by yeosang, him raising another brows in return when an idea comes along.

"hey!" you protest, at him suddenly snatching your phone and shoving it into the back pocket of his pants.

"i didn't think i'd have to improvised rules, but it seems like i'm gonna have to. rule number one: no phones allowed," he says sternly, and you can only look at him with horrified eyes.

"b-but--"

"--no exception. come on, y/n. this isn't high school. you can play the waiting game with lover boy when you get home."

your expression twists in anger. maybe later, you can just buy yunho a box of his favorite donut flavors and tape an apology note to it.

"this is stupid. i don't even want to be here." you sulk, just like a child throwing a tantrum.

"that makes two of us," he adds on, casually sitting up and going back to the book like nothing. "so if you just work with me, this will be over a lot faster."

but you're still not one-hundred percent convinced.

"why did you even agreed to come? you hate me," you state as if it's a fact.

he chuckles lightly, with you shooting him a daggering glare.

"hate's a pretty strong word."

you shrug.

"well, it's the truth, isn't it?"

there's a quick pause before he speaks again; something in his brain trying to piece together his thoughts.

"to hate is to feel such a passionate, intense dislike for someone. i don't feel that strongly about you... hate or like. so you don't have to worry."

god, he's infuriating. but you almost want to applause him for the attitude; for how he delivered such a line while lacking any kind of emotion.

you stay with him for fifteen to twenty minutes, following along and repeating after him unenthusiastically but at least you're not dozing off.

you get most of the answers right to the questions he'd test you because actually going through the chapters again, you realize how much you have went over the materials it's practically ingrained in your head.

how you managed to fail will remain a mystery.

but you're getting bored and he's going on a really long lecture about a topic you're currently not interested in, and so naturally...

the both of you barely makes it inside his apartment before he swoops you up in a surprise attack, both arms under your butt--and yours, nicely wrapped around his neck as he places you down on one of the kitchen counters.

parting your legs so they can rest at his side, he takes your lips in for a messy kiss; you responding as if your lips were made to take his, though you've only kissed him once--now twice.

his hands grip your thighs with strength, keeping them in the open position they're in while both of yours caress his soft cheeks, using them as a tool to deepen the kiss.

when a guy like san says to celebrate, you can only assume the one thing he's talking about.

he pulls away, breaking the intimate session; both you and him still trying to catch your breaths. he stares at you with hunger, but there's a shine in his eyes that makes him look so innocent at the same time.

"congratulations," he mumbles, settling on a tender smile after. "i knew you could do it."

"thanks, but... she only said she'll call me, i still don't know--"

"--shhh," he shushes you, index finger thumped against your lips. "you're going to get the job, okay?"

your heart flutters at his words, nodding in response.

"good girl," he coos, lifting your chin swiftly to continue where you guys left off. flesh moving on top of flesh and hands all over each other despite your lack of experience of where exactly you should be touching him.

you decide on his shoulders.

it only goes on for another minute until san decides to switch up; a guy like him also unsatisfied in a certain position for too long. he always need something new, sooner or later.

his hot breath trickles down your neck, sinking his teeth in when he finds a spot perfect to mark--show that he did this to you.

he also just loves hearing your moans. pretty and pure moans that makes his cock twitches. his hands find the top of your skirt.

"let's celebrate, princess," he whispers so seductively into one of your ears, you can feel a shiver run through your body.

and though you want him to make you feel so good just like he did last time, it'll be too selfish of you to only take but not give.

"san," you say, putting a cease to his action when you put your hands over his.

he backs off and has a concerned expression on, unsure of what's running through your mind, only watching as you hop off the counter to shrink under him, such a pristine and wholesome look on your face.

'y-you have helped me so much," you mumble but with a sincere tone, probably not fitting for the current scenario. "and... i want to help you in return."

"and how are you going to do that, beautiful?" he fuels the fire, a smirk threatening to break, feeling like he's got you right where he wanted.

your eyes shyly dash down to his pants before moving them back up, a deep blush on your cheeks when he doesn't bother to hide the smirk anymore.

"you want to make me feel good?" he sings, almost in a tone too mellow.

you only nod, refusing to meet his gaze because you're getting flustered, but he laughs a soft endearing chuckle, moving you back by the grip he has on the side of your face, proceeding on the sweet encouragements.

"go ahead, beautiful." he smiles, rubbing small circles on one side of your cheeks.

you gulp. "just to uh... let you know, i've never done this before. it's going to be pretty horrible."

he laughs and shakes his head.

"you're going to do fine, trust me."

now, usually, san likes taking control. he likes being the one in charge; the one who keeps the flow going--whether that's eating a girl out, making her cum with his fingers or fucking her, he likes knowing that they're so weak when under his grasp.

that he can do anything to them and it will be from his own account. he doesn't care much for if they want him to feel good in return. most of them doesn't consider that too much of a thought when they're already near the point of orgasm.

but you... you're so sweet and so obedient just for him, and now you're asking to suck his cock. just knowing he's going to be the first ever cock in your pretty little mouth is already something that makes that sick side of him so smug.

you drop down to your knees, face against the view of his crotch and it takes a moment to process everything; your head all of a sudden trying to recount all events that's happened so far that lead to the current position.

you think about mingi and yunho for a second; how they will feel knowing you kissed a guy you've known for only less than a month, and now about to give your first ever blowjob.

it's crazy.

you start by tugging the top of his pants down, nervous swallowing that can be heard in the quiet space; a sight too fulfulling for someone like san.

the red shade on you darkens once you get it down low enough where you can see his hard cock protruding through the fabric of his boxer. you swallow another gulp.

"slowly, baby. take your time."

a groan escapes him when you free it fully, air hitting his flesh and you never thought you would ever like such a sound, but just now, you realize how much you do.

his decent-sized hard cock staring back; a wave of thoughts hittting you right in the face. how, this is your first time seeing one for yourself, your eyes wide and hanging like the little prude you are.

but temptation trumps any kind of fear or anxiety, one of your hand already around his cock as you sink it inside your mouth, that slight salty taste lingering.

"oh, fuck!" he curses, throwing his head back, one of his hand suddenly latching onto your hair as he indulges in the sensation.

you don't know what the fuck you're doing, but he looks so sexy and it feels so nice to know--

"y/n!" yeosang snaps, taking you out completely from the recap of your first ever blowjob--which, from san's perspective, was probably one hell of a sloppy experience.

"what--yes, i'm here," you attempt, straightening your posture like that's going to make it all better.

"jesus," he exhale, a deep sigh leaving as he slams the textbook shut.

"i was listening, kind of."

he rolls his eyes, the audacity of you to lie in front of his face actually quite triggering.

"sure you were," he says unenthusiastically, tossing your phone onto the table and already grabbing at his bag. "anyways, when you get your head back from the clouds, maybe i might consider taking the time out of my day to help you again."

and he gets up, bag swung over his one of his shoulders and disappearing out the door.

you scoff.

"okay well, he was rude to me, too!" you counter, because it's true. he was.

"he probably was, but good chance it was because you were dozing off and not paying attention in the first place," yunho defend his roommate, who, by now, have told him exactly how it went.

or maybe he didn't. maybe he exaggerated and made you out to be like the biggest bitch on the planet, who knows. you're sure yunho wouldn't have believed it anyways, though he is advocating for his friend pretty hard as of currently.

"i never even asked for his help," you grumble, annoyance seeping into your tone, only to regret it leaving your mouth not even two seconds after.

because yunho was the one who asked him, and he only did it because he cares about you.

"no," you add on, "i didn't mean it like that. just... we don't have the best relationship."

a slight frown overtakes the shape of your lips as you await his response from the other line.

you don't like upsetting yunho, and it's rare to fight--that's to say if you guys ever even fought at all before.

small disagreements, yes. but it never takes too long before one or the other gives in because they feel bad.

mingi on the other hand, is a different story. you would have to really define 'fight' first before you start counting on both of your hands just how many times it's happened.

"don't worry, i understand," he murmurs, voice beginning to chip out. you don't blame him. it's getting late and he must be tired.

"i also hope you don't think i'm scolding you or something. but i think you'll really like him if you give him a chance. that's all i want to say. he went out to wash himself a while ago and might be coming back soon, so i'll talk to you tomorrow."

"goodnight yunho."

"night, y/n. may you have the sweetest dreams only."

you should be used to it by now. that phrase he always tells you right before bedtime; something so yunho and so sweet, but it does always make you giggle every time as well.

the other line goes silent, and you release the phone from your ear, yunho's words still echoing in your head.

you'll really like him if you give him a chance. it's not like you were cruel to him from the start. he was the one to give you the cold shoulder first, and hearing all these good things from your friends make you wonder what is it about you that he has such a dislike for.

you let your head fall back on the pillow, phone screen lighting up your face and a low whine departs, disappointed that it's another day with no signs from san.

you don't expect him to be texting you 24/7 nor do you expect any information about his whereabouts, but you just want something. even just a simple good morning text or a good night.

but the silence from him the past couple of days makes your chest feel just a little heavy, not wanting to think that he's purposely ignoring you, that you're not even worthy of crossing his mind even though you've stripped a part of yourself bare for him.

tucking your phone under the pillow, you close your eyes and allow that feeling to die out, consumed by the lack of sleep and mind that isn't exactly suitable for such an occasion.

you do catch the time on the alarm clock just before you really fall into a slumber, thinking yuna will be back soon and that maybe she can tell you another story of how her night went when you wake up in the morning. those usually make you feel a little better every time.

san texts two days later, telling you he's been busy studying for exams and all that. you never even questioning any possibility of it not being true, because you were also in the same exact situation.

it makes you feel rather silly now. thinking that someone so kind who helped you at a party and now in finding you a job, was not texting because he has some other intentions.

just your natural anxious self feeding doubts into your head.

but you have promised yunho, after a series of conversation, that you will apologize to yeosang.

you're usually one to hold grudges, more so if you feel so strongly about a certain person. but you're also easily persuaded (if that isn't obvious by now), especially when it comes to yunho, all it took was another day for that guilt to fully come into bloom.

after all, yeosang didn't have to come. he didn't have to help you nor take the time out of his day, but he did. and so, you do feel just a little bad about how it went; you being more at fault than his occasional snarky comments.

"hey!" you greet him, like actually greet him; a smile on your face and all, taking the usual seat beside him.

the class isn't that big in population so everyone always sits at the same spot, and though you do want to make amend with yeosang, you're not going to act like you're sitting next to him by choice.

he doesn't say anything, only keeping his chin up and attention on the computer screen in front. he's sulky, that's new. but understandable.

"so... how was your morn--"

you don't even get to finish your sentence, interrupted by your professor's loud voice as he goes over the usual routine--you having no other option than to back out with a pout.

a small smirk graces yeosang's lips, going unnoticed by you.

the rest of the class is spent in agonizing boredom. you like computers, but you're more interested in the gaming aspects of it. the pretty graphics and the joys you get from the entertainment it provides.

not the more technical, complex stuff that you have too little care for. maybe in conclusion, you failing the first exam isn't so much of a mystery.

your attempt of an apology didn't go through the first time, but second time's a charm, which, you find that is not the case either.

"hey," you try again, another smile coating your lips in a way it has never before. "i was thinking." you only slightly turn to put your notebook back inside your backpack. "that we could--"

you're talking to the thin air at this point; yeosang already gone and you only catch a glimpse of his blonde strands until it's completely out of sight.

you sigh.

entry #3

i almost forgot i have this. probably because the past week had been so hectic and everything. i was studying for most of my classes, then prepping for the interview. at least i did okay on the interview and passed most of my exams?! except for one. it's a little embarrassing because it's a course tied to my major, but i swear, i did study. i don't want to go too much into what happened with yeosang, but you (i, myself) should already know what went down. of course, i haven't given up on this little mission of mine. quite funny considering it's yeosang, but i'd like to think i'm doing it for yunho. i have a better plan this time, i think. so i hope it works this upcoming wednesday

~

"the weather is nice today, isn't it?" you try initiating a conversation, having just arrived at your seat.

"not really. too chilly for my liking," he actually replies, much to your surprise but his eyes hasn't moved from the screen.

you scoot your chair in and clasp both your hands together, head turning his way.

"i think it's perfect. a lot better than last mont--"

once again, you're cut short by your professor who has a thing for making your life just all more difficult. but you're going to make it work today. you are.

and, yeosang's already speaking to you again, which is a good sign.

your 'plan' is pretty much packing everything a few minutes before class is over, sneaky gaze toward yeosang's direction and making sure you're a few steps ahead of him at all time.

even when he gets up to exit, you're strolling right behind him, only to block his path when you feel like the area's in the clear.

"hey," you utter, putting a pretty smile on so it'll make you feel a lot less pathetic and desperate that you're trying this hard for kang yeosang.

he raises an eyebrow, an intrigued look on his face but you don't know how to read into it.

"hey?"

"look, about the other day--"

"you're still on that?" he cuts, something amusing in his tone that makes your mouth puckers.

"well, you seemed like you were as well." your comment coming off playful rather than mocking.

he sneers and blinks away.

"please, i'm way too overgrown for that."

"says the one all sulky face on monday," you reply, exceptionally fast.

he locks gaze with you again, another amusement written all over his face.

"just wanted to make your life all much harder," he snide quietly, and you're also fast to give a reaction with a cheeky smile.

"you wouldn't even have to try at all."

a scoff departs him along with a chuckle. "so this is all you wanted to say?"

"that and yunho wanted me to ask you if we can, by any chance, give the whole tutor thing another go." you make sure to put extra emphasis on yunho's name so he'll know that although you're caving, it also isn't completely on your own terms.

"mhmm," he hums, acting aloof as if he's actually thinking about it. "we'll see."

you nod it off, lips drawing a thin line before your attention settles on his hair. or more particularly, something in his hair.

the pink cherry blossom petal laying on top his blonde locks, a little amazing how well the two go together. and maybe if his guts doesn't annoy you so much, you'd even say they perfectly complement each other.

a tiny giggle leaves when you go to rid the petal from his hair, chin titled because he's much taller.

his eyes follow the movements of your hand until it travels down to your own, catching your gaze in his and by the time you have picked the petal, hanging it by the side of his face, you think the blush that emerges from him is easily the same shade.

"you had something in your hair." you wave the petal in your hold before letting it slip away to the ground with the rest of them.

"thanks?" he swallows nervously, and you'll be damned if you're to ever admit that a flustered yeosang is a little endearing.

typically, you'd be in the library or cafe with yunho and mingi at this time, scribbling and doodling away while listening to tales of their godly college experience so far, but there has been a change of plan.

for some reason, they decided that this afternoon would be the perfect time to scramble inside mingi's and wooyoung's tiny dorm and watch a horror movie.

and when you say they, you mean mingi. you honestly don't even know why. he's the biggest scaredy cat ever and can't watch anything remotely scary for shit.

last time he wanted to watch some b-rated film and he couldn't sleep for days after. it wasn't even that scary. was literally just about an evil turkey killing on thanksgiving.

"did you say it's killer clowns from space this time?" yunho repeats, just to be sure he's not hearing things.

"yes," mingi confirms, navigating to a rather suspicious looking website with clumps of ads because he wants to watch it for free and none of you can afford to rent it at the moment.

you await quietly while yunho's scrolling through his phone.

"actually, i think it's free with ads on youtube," yunho enlightens.

"well shit." mingi clicks his tongue, typing into the address bar.

it's a little clustered, the three of you huddled on the floor in between mingi's and wooyoung's beds and with only a small table in front holding mingi's laptop.

if only college dorms came with wide flatscreens as well, life would be a lot easier.

"okay, it's playing, i think..." mingi says, "fuck, why is this shit so slow."

the video just keeps buffering and buffering; no signs of it playing any time soon.

"okay, either this campus has some dogshit wifi or i need a new laptop."

"well, you've had that laptop for years," you comment.

"then you go and get us your new laptop. you know, the one that can run roblox at 60 fps."

"pfft," you blow and yunho laughs in response. "right. the one that overheated and shut down when i was playing the sims."

"okay? at least you got past the loading screen before it crashed. and you should be grateful. i spent a whole summer being berated by my father just to get the extra cash for it."

"no, you got berated because you did a god awful job of dogsitting and the neighbors were cursing your parents' names for weeks after," yunho chips in.

"it's not my fault the animal got out."

"oh yes because it just magically opens the door and gate by itself."

"okay well, i gave it freedom. i doubt that dog saw a speck of sunlight in years. i hate that wretched old hag mrs. han. she's always giving me that look."

"well no shit, you let her dog out," you're the one to say it this time.

"but he came back--and oh would you look at that, the video's finally playing. now both of you please kindly shut the fuck up."

the video plays smoothly, much to all three of your surprises. which leads you to believe mingi's ancient laptop isn't the problem after all.

you wouldn't really say the movie is scary; more so disgusting because of the gore.

"that's fucking gross," yunho comments, expression pinching in from the revulsion.

"sick. whoever came up with the idea for this movie is sick in the head," mingi grumbles. he has both his hands over his face, one eye barely peeking out from in between the small space of his fingers.

"more sick than whoever recommeded we watch this?" yunho fires.

you're about to join in on the fun banter, when a buzz in the pocket of your jeans go off. seeing that the two are rather occupied, you pull it out, thinking it's just going to be a quick check.

your eyes literally about to pop out of its sockets and the beat of your heart seems to have multiplied; breath growing fainter when you see his name.

san: hey :)

you haven't even thought about him at all today, and maybe even barely a little yesterday. because after the monday he texted you, he went radio silent again.

and with the whole yeosang shenanigans, you really did seem to have forgotten. but now that he's announced his existence again, everything comes flooding back all at once.

his sweet words, the position you guys were in a couple days ago, and then the once again, abrupt and short period of silence.

you try to keep from showing any kind of reactions, afraid at least one or if not, both of them will catch on.

it's already bad enough that yunho has stern eyes on san and mingi was just making a comment a few days after the party about how weird san was acting.

you don't like disappointing your friends or going against their wishes, which is why you won't tell them. because if they don't know, then it doesn't apply, which in restropect, sounds a lot worse. because you have never felt like you had to keep something from them before.

"y/n would agree, right y/n?" yunho's voice snaps you back.

"uh--yes!" you attempt to sound like you weren't just dozing off, thrusting your phone back to where you got it from.

"two against one! an evil turkey is way more manageable than a bunch of alien clowns out for blood."

"well at least the clowns doesn't look like someone's burnt dick."

fortunately, the movie finishes within another hour when it's finally evening, and you're fast to pull an excuse like you need to get back to your room to finish up an assignment.

mingi and yunho not even aware at all that you've been telling them small lies just so you can dwell in the attention of a boy who likes to disappear for a few days, and has a knack for making you question things you have never before.

y/n: hey san, i'm sorry for replying so late. i was with mingi and yunho.

you sit at the edge of the bed, staring at the screen so intensely because there's that familiar feeling of butterflies swimming in your stomach, and a curiosity that has you wondering what he has to say.

what's the reason for the sudden text, and that maybe, he just might finally want to do something together. him seeking you out means he's finally thought of you at least.

time flies by steadily but there has yet to be a reply from him.

assuming that you probably took too long and he has found another source of entertainment, you settle your phone on the nightstand with a frown, the back of your head hitting the pillow as you stare up at the ceiling when there's a sudden knock at the door.

you're thinking to yourself that yuna's back awfully early tonight; maybe she's got her hands full and can't rummage for the key. it's happened before.

"welco--" the words get stuck in your throat and your eyes goes wide like an idiot when you see who has shown, and it is not your roommate.

"san?"

he's here, outside your room and looking as good as always; especially when there's dimples decorating his cheeks and he's smiling at you that makes a certain warmth ripple through your chest.

"hey! sorry i wasn't able to reply. was making my way over."

"oh, uh... that's okay."

his smile broadens, gaze sneaking past your shoulder.

"are you alone?" he asks.

you slowly nod, missing the faint smirk crawling onto his lips.

"may i come in?"

you nod again, stepping aside and widening the frame. when he passes by, there's a light alcoholic smell that trickles your nose. you wonder if he was drinking just before he came. but he looks and sounds sober enough.

he's admiring the interior and decorations with hands tucked inside his pockets when you come around to the corner of yuna's bed, a little embarrassed about how contrasting her side is compared to yours.

"i've yet to done anything with it," you mutter.

he turns around and give you a reassuring smile.

"i like it. just exactly my kind of style. simple and easy to the eye."

a low giggle pours from you.

"you could put it like that."

since that wasn't really what you were going for. it's more like 'i'm obviously broke but how can i make this look as decent as possible'.

the air goes quiet for a bit, a tension hanging between the both of you that neither wants to speak of, yet.

"is there something i can do for you?" you bring up. something that drives him all the way to the floor of your room--and to standing in front of you.

but that seems to be the green light; the sign for him to begin taking closer steps toward you, causing your breath to hitch inside your throat. before you know, your back's already in contact with the solid hard wall.

"actually, there is," he mumbles, one arm pinning the wall and hovering over your head. the proximity allowing you to drown in his scent confirms that he's at least a little tipsy. but maybe not completely drunk.

you swallow both nervously but also with some anticipation, because whenever you're with san, he always makes something inside of you so heated; a throbbing feeling in your core that he has a special charm for conjuring.

"you know, beautiful," he whispers, his free thumb swiping over your bottom lip. "i couldn't stop thinking about what we did the last time we were together."

you feel the temperature of your cheeks rising and a pink shade painting over them at such statement. but honestly, who are you kidding. you have been thinking about it, too.

it even got you in trouble with yunho because instead of studying, you were busy thinking about how you sucked san's cock.

"so tell me." he leans closer until his forehead collides with yours, hard eyes boring into your own with something dark and lustful. "have you been thinking about it, too?"

you nod so fast, even san's a little surprised at the immediate response. but ever since he kissed you the first time, and after everything else, it has given you an odd amount of confidence. or at least enough fascination to find out where this will take you.

"i have..."

"fuck," he curses. "i love it when you're straightforward like this."

and he kisses you. just like that. head slanted for better access and given that this is the third time now, you're starting to become a little better at this.

your arms naturally settle around his neck and when he departs with heavy breathing to place small pecks over your jawline, you groan in awe at the sensation.

the back of your spine sinks harder into the wall from how he has you pressed against it. only until he releases himself from the tip of your skin, do you feel a drop of pressure; your chest relaxing a bit.

but that's only for so long before a grunt leaves his mouth because he's lifted your entire body off the flooring and proceeding to throw you onto the mattress of your bed--the cushion submerging when your back meets it.

he climbs on top and you freeze, only able to stare back at him. you won't dare to look at your roommate's side, or her arts and belongings glaring back for doing this with a man in the shared space.

"miss seeing you like this," he says, pressing down to kiss again, and it must've go on for five minutes. your grip in his hair and his hands roaming all over your body, tongue clashing one another like it'll be the last time.

of course, you have no idea what you're fucking doing. just following along san's movements and letting him guide you.

both his palms pin the bed at your side, lips moving away to nibble at your neck, drawing a wet trail as he moves lower and lower till he's face first at your crotch; his hands already at the waistband and ready to strip it off.

he's impatient. so impatient.

"want to return the favor, beautiful," he coos, before he pulls it off with a jerk. thankfully it was loose and not too tightly clasp around you.

you whimper just slightly at the short lasting burn that's soon met with the naked air; you never having felt so exposed before in front of someone. especially not somone like san.

pretty... even your underwear is pretty, he thinks.

"may i?" he asks in a soft tone, your eyes barely holding his from the position, but you do want it. whatever he's about to do.

"yes, san," you answer, even more mellow than his.

he doesn't waste a single second, hands going to rid the undergarment right away by sliding it off; you slightly lifting your body to make the process easier.

he tosses both pieces somewhere you'll worry about finding later, but not right now. especially not with your legs spread and pussy bare in front of him--which makes you incredibly flustered and on the verge of covering your face because it's just a little embarrassing. it being your first time and all.

"shit, y/n," he growls lowly at the sight. "is everything about you always this fucking pretty?"

you're about to say something but a whimper draws out instead when he goes to spread your legs even wider for better access.

"gonna make you feel so fucking good."

you don't get a chance at replying this time either, because he's already shot himself in, head in between your legs and a sloppy wet sensation at your entrance that makes you fold back in building gratification; both your hands immediatly branching out and squeezing the sheet of the bed.

"hmm..." you moan, coming off more like a cry. "o-oh my god, san."

you arch before settling back down on the bed again, the grip on the sheet only getting tighter and you can only imagine the wrinkles that's going to be imprinted.

because san knows how to eat pussy, and he knows how to eat it good.

you don't exactly have anyone else for comparison, but the way his tongue's swirling in your core and there's an oncoming sensation rushing in, is enough as it is.

even he seems to know your own body more than you do. all the right spots to suck, and the exact one where he needs to lay down extra suction.

his arms has found its way around your legs, face buried and delivering such excrutiating pleasure that makes your eyes roll itself and head thrown back, looking up at the ceiling while he devours your part like it's his last meal.

another thought goes over, almost unable to believe it yourself that just first semester into your college experience and this is already happening.

your mind does always seem to flash back to your friends and their stances whenever you do something you think they won't approve of.

but as of lately, you've been doing a lot more of those. especially when it involves someone named choi san.

"nhmmm..." you let out, when his tongue flicks at your clit.

san doesn't stutter even for a second, causing you to go into overdrive from the immense pleasure.

"shit..." the comment leaves you, coming out raspy breath.

his fingers dig into your thighs; all the feelings at the moment overwhelming for someone of your experience, suddenly at the edge and like you're going to combust.

but then, he stops... much to your disappointment.

you peep up, holding yourself down by the elbows to look at him with a frown on your lips while his are a little red and there's messy strands of hair falling over his forehead.

he sits on his knees poking the mattress and looks back with eyes just slightly dark.

"may i fuck you, beautiful?"

a clog plugs up your throat, but you manage to overcome it somehow. the thought scaring you a little, but you do want it.

"y-yes. please fuck me."

and as if he isn't already hard as a rock, he thinks such words leaving you like that only makes it so much worse.

"when you say it like that..." he mumbles, going to unbutton his pants. even with it on, you can see his erection. "it's so fucking sexy."

sexy... that's definitely one you've never heard before.

before he gets it off fully, his hand scrambles for something inside one of the pockets and keeps it in his hold. only until your sight is better adjusted on the item do you realize it's a condom.

his boxer and pants comes off as a pair, sliding down to his knees and kicked off somewhere on the floor--proceeding to tear the packaging with his teeth and that, too, goes with the rest of his clothes.

you watch as he sets the plastic over his size, all you can think about is if you're going to be able to take it.

"tell me if it hurts, okay?" he soothes, and the way it softens you up is not very fitting for the current scene.

you nod, letting your head fall back against the pillow, awaiting that stretching burn as you tighten your lips together.

and a burn it definitely is--as soon as the head of his cock enters, you're already squirming.

"you okay?" he asks, hands gripping your hips.

"y-you can keep going."

the sting is still apparent and naturally, your hands find his, clutching onto it as he opens you up.

"so fucking tight," he curses, just wanting to fuck into you already. but he knows better than anyone that patience does pay off in the end.

you're heavy breathing and gasping for air just a tiny bit when his entire length is in, you're honestly surprised you can even take it--though not exactly well.

"hugging my cock so well," he speaks so melodically, hands rubbing over your hips and you feel your walls clenching itself on him, loosening another curse under his breath.

"gonna fuck you now. gonna fuck you so good."

he starts by gliding in and out slowly, allowing for you to still adjust to the stretch as well as his pace. because once he starts really fucking, there's no going back.

you have your eyes squeezed shut, indulging in the commotion in between your legs that is both agonizing and fulfilling. when you feel you're ready for the next step--whatever that is, you urges him.

and san is very urgent.

his hips snapping into yours and fingernails now digging into your skin, the room is a nasty mix of sex, moans, and muffled weeping.

"s-san," you manage to get out amidst the desperate pounding, "i-it feels s-so good..." your voice thinning out into a whisper because he's hitting that spot so perfectly, your eyes can't stop rolling back.

"i know, baby. i know." he soothes your waist, at the same time using it as leverage to fuck into you even more. "and you're taking my cock so well."

and if sex is always this good, or at least feels this good when done right, you think it just might consume you.

his hands travel from your waist to your cheeks, cupping it and presses his body down to deliver a kiss, but still able to hold a rhythm as he never stops thrusting even for a bit.

it's the chosen position for the next couple of minutes; lips tangled and body intertwined with heavy pantings and groans filling the room, until a pit forms in your stomach and from how good he's fucking you, you're definitely going to come.

"g-gonna cum," you breathe through the kiss.

"cum, baby," he whispers, moving to your ear, "cum on my cock."

his lewd words are the breaking point, and you do. it's the second time you've ever cummed, and of course it's by choi san, the only person who's ever made you orgasm.

after the peak of his visit is over with, you both sit up, goal fixated on finding your clothes and hoping that your roommate doesn't happen to have a change of plan that sends her back early tonight.

"wait, san," you say, legs hanging off the side of the bed and staring at him while he's picking the pieces off the flooring.

"did you even get to cum...?" there's a hint of something in your voice; guilt maybe. that you were so hyperfocused on feeling so good under him, the fact that he also should be enjoying it as well flying over your head.

he smiles, a little endeared that you would care this much.

"way before you, beautiful. no need to worry."

your chest settles back in relief, which in turn makes san chuckles dryly.

your jeans and underwear sitting at the corner of yuna's bed on the floor catches your attention and you hop off, making way toward it.

he turns to you amid the process, pants still draping loose around his ankles and utters, “you should probably get cleaned up.”

you nod and start on the undergarment, having absolutely no idea how things like this usually works; what goes before or after, but since he suggested it, you’re thinking if he wants to do it together.

it’ll probably be overly suspicious; that’s if the smell speaks of anything, but the men’s and women’s bathrooms are separates and shouldn’t be of any problem.

your mouth only just slightly departs about to say something but he has you beat, gawking at you with something unreadable in his eyes and expression.

"i think i'm gonna go," he says, just finished with the last button of his pants.

"oh, did you have somewhere you gotta be?"

there's a quick silence before he really answers.

"yeah..."

you don't want to make it like he owes it to you to stay just because he fucked you. or maybe perhaps he does--you don't really know. you just know you don't want him to slip out of your grasp, and you're willing to do anything to keep holding on.

even if it goes against your heart's wishes.

"i'll see you then."

two seems to be the magic number for san.

it takes another two days to hear anything from him again, and though your chest sits uncomfortably tight at where exactly this 'relationship' is heading, you're really just glad to be hearing from him again.

you take a cab to his apartment and it starts and ends all the same as last time--with you under him and moaning his name, then him attempting to mend over it with some sweet words that doesn't do very much in terms of aiding because he's telling you he has to be somewhere and already, you're taking a cab back to the dorm.

and the day after when he calls you back isn't bound to end any different.

he's sitting at the end of the bed, back and broad shoulders facing you patting down the wrinkles on his pants.

there is something strange about you so willingly accepting of the fact that there's a big chance he's going to kick you out any second now; but you don't want it to be all the same.

a part of you even wishes today might be the day he'll also want to do something else together.

if everything is already predetermined, you want to be the one to change it. oh, so naive you are.

"san..." you say softly, still situated near the head of his bed.

"yeah?" he slightly turns and spare you a glance, all intrigued eyes.

three times... that's how many times you've already slept with him, but you realize that you still know almost absolutely nothing about him aside from the obvious givens that he's hot, in the same year as you, and is wooyoung's friend.

even his favorite color or food, you don't know.

"can you tell me something about yourself?"

he raises an eyebrow and looks as if he might've heard it wrong; his posture shifting toward you more as it goes on.

"like?"

"well, like what's your major, or favorite color or food. or even your birthday."

"why do you want to know?"

you almost want to gasp or at least look a little offended, because you're sure you deserve to know at the very least these basic things about him considering the extent of the 'relationship'.

"because i want to know more about you."

he sighs and you want to break on the spot because you never thought such a simple question would ever make someone so annoyed like the reaction he's giving you right now.

"even if i answer, it won't matter."

your lips turn just a smidge wobbly, talking through your shaken voice, "of course it matters. it matters if it's you."

the air goes silent after your response and you're wondering if regret or guilt is a common feeling when asking someone about themself.

"july 10th."

your eyes shoot back to him.

"huh?"

"my birthday is july 10th."

"oh…" is all you can say. you didn't even think he'd answer, given his initial reaction.

"yeah..."

you continue sitting on the bed in the air that's now turned unpleasant, observing his movements as he goes to pick something off from the floor--and it's your clothes.

he stretches an arm your direction with the items in his clutch and mumbles, "you should go."

and you do... but with something heavy sitting on your chest--one that's completely different from last time--one that will rob you of any joy for the rest of the day because it's just the littlest kind of painful.

entry #4

i like san, i really do. and when you get that close to that level of intimacy, i think it's only natural you'd get curious about the other person. but it's like he doesn't want to open up, and i don't really know how to feel about that...

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[kpop-dungeon-dark]

Request # 1.5 (Priest!Jongin x Reader)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Request: “I can kinda see a part two where Jongin keeps cleansing OC and she becomes numb to this treatment and becomes the most obedient little plaything… like she welcomes the cleansing showers and does self degradation dirty talk never fails to thank her Master for treating her exactly like she deserves and such”

Part I (click on the text)

Warning(s): Stockholm syndrome, brainwashing, degradation, humiliation, watersports, priest!Jongin, power play, Master/Sub dynamics, slapping, spanking, creampie, riding, breeding kink. You've been warned, browse at your own risk. This piece is purely a work of fiction and does not represent Kim Jongin in any way nor does the writer condone these actions.

Turning the key in the lock, Father Jongin cracked his neck and entered the warm and pleasant smelling house that was once his cold quarter, closing the door behind him before turning to be met with the sight of Y/n kneeling in front of him obediently against the door like the good pet that she was, head lowered in respect.

"Welcome home, Master!" She chirped, which basically meant that she had successfully done all her chores and tasks today and there was nothing in her knowledge that would earn her a punishment. "I missed you!" Crawling to his feet, the girl eagerly kissed them and snuggled her face against one of his legs, whimpering from the warmth.

"Hello, pet." Her head quickly raised from his leg to where his awaiting hand was, sneakily looking up at him through her fringe as he petted and stroked the top of her head, sighing in content. "The mood tells me you've been a good pet for me today, hm?" Y/n started to crawl besides him as he walked to the couches in the living room, stopping in front of him when he sat down and manspread his legs.

"Yes, sir. Pet has done all tasks assigned to her!" She gulped at how big and intimidating he really was compared to her. The girl felt stupid for never noticing it before.

But then again. That was exactly why she needed her Master every step of the way. Because she was stupid and dumb. And Jongin was the only one who could guide her through everything. Or she wouldn't be able to survive so much as even one day on her own.

He was so kind and loving to having taken her in and under his wing after she had been nothing but a lost soul up to no good.

Y/n was so thankful it made her heart swell with adoration.

"Good pet…" Motioning her the permission to crawl between his legs, he sat back more relaxed now, loosening his clothes and resting his head against the couch now. "Hmm~" taking the glass of water she handed him from the coffee table that had been prepared beforehand, Jongin slipped his fingers between her hair that he liked open and tangle free, running his hands through them softly as she kissed and rubbed her nose against his bulge, hands besides her on the ground because she wasn't allowed.

"Go ahead… be a darling~" a small smile formed at the corner of his mouth when she peeked at him through her lashes, his nails scratching her scalp softly as he softly nodded after taking another sip. "Show Master how thankful you are…" Playfully kicking one of her ass cheeks softly, he caused her to giggle. A little too loud.

"S- Sorry, Master!" She sputtered in embarrassment, cheeks hot and red as she stroked his thighs and kissed his balls in an apologising way. "Pet is sorry! She didn't mean to be so loud!" Hurriedly undoing his belt, she gulped and didn't look up at him, kicking herself mentally.

Jongin didn't appreciate her being too loud or demanding.

Good pets obeyed and remained quiet in the corner to serve and be used whenever their Masters desired.

"Tsk…" The tan skinned man sighed, pulling at her hair just a little but letting it slide because his balls were aching today and the way she was kissing his cock before softly taking it out of his briefs was the pleasurable road to relief and punishments could always come later.

It wasn't like she wasn't going anywhere.

"Thank you so much for letting Pet touch you, Master…" Y/n was so pretty as she blushed as she always did, nipples which were erect due to her arousal that he could clearly see because she wasn't allowed to wear clothes. "Thank you so much for being kind…" She kissed the tip again. "For feeding me…" Now her hand travelled down to the base as she slowly pumped it. "For being so kind…" Her warm tongue licked the tip like one would icecream. "For taking me under your wing…" Sweat broke out on his temples.

"For bathing me…" The girl's pretty eyes flickered up to meet his as she opened her mouth and welcomed the tip in the warm and wet space, sucking at it and swirling her tongue around it. "Thank you for always treating me like I deserve~" Y/n spoke against his cock, her spit and his precum running down his cock and dripping down his tense balls.

"Ugh, fuck!" Jongin grunted, tightening his grip on her hair before pulling her up. "Stop that! Nothing slow today, come and fuck yourself on me. Now!" Wincing a little the girl muttered an apology and clumsily straddled his hips, blushing and biting her lip in embarrassment.

"S- Sorry, Master!" Stabling herself, the girl gulped as she looked at the thick and long erect cock, whimpering at the thought of how the veins bulging against the skin would feel. With the only prep being her arousal, Y/n felt her heart pound against her ribcage as she aligned his cock against her entrance, feeling her palms sweat as her body started to lower, face scrunching in pain and pleasure.

"A- Ow- Thank you, Master! Thank you so much…" Biting her lip as her hole sucked his entire length in and it instantly hit her g-spot, making her see stars. "Oww… s- so big, Master…" Tears welled up in her eyes as the girl winced, lifting herself back up before bringing herself down again. The veins tickled her wet burning walls and made it hurt so good.

"Shut up!" Grabbing her tits, he squeezed them hard before pushing his fingers in her mouth. "JUST- shut the fuck up and fuck yourself on me, my little slut. Fucking take these balls in and show me how it looks in that whore womb of yours" Y/n coughed and gagged, starting to ride him faster and deeper but there was only so much she could do. She was just a weak little girl and his cock was much too big.

Sucking on the fingers she had in her mouth, the girl gagged whenever he hit them against the back of her throat, whining at how he bit and pulled at her nipples, pinching and slapping her ass. "Now show me how you're taking it! Show me!" Placing her shaky hands against her stomach, the girl stretched the skin sideways and the imprint of his cock fucking her because even more visible, making his cock twitch. "See that, whore? Yeah. Fucking look at that! Look at how Master's cock fucks you in your little breeding pit."

"Fuck!" Jongin was usually a calm and laid back kind of man but whenever he was horny and fucking her, he got rough and impatient, making him thrust his hips up into her walls, slapping her ass cheeks with both his hands and making them burn. "No good! You're good for nothing! Pathetic little useless slut! Can't even fuck herself properly!" Pulling the fingers he had in her mouth out the man slapped her cheek, slamming her up and down with the help of her breast.

"S- Sorry, Master! Pet is so sorry! She's so pathetic she cannot do anything right! She always needs him and his help! Thank you for being kind and forgiving, sir! Please! Please!" She cried, running out of words and not knowing what to say anymore.

"Fuck it" the male roughly grunted, grabbing her by an arm as the other hand gripped her hip and he switched positions so fast she couldn't even comprehend it, placing her against her elbow against the coffee table, lifting the leg that was off the ground as her body was positioned sideways and putting it against his shoulder while snapping his hips.

"Oh, shit!" Jongin growled almost, placing a hand over her stomach to feel his cock and balls going in and out, spanking her ass again as she cried, mouth formed into an 'O' while thanking him inaudibly. "Aw, fuck, pet! Shit! I am gonna fuck a baby into you at this point! Fuck!"

"Thank you! So k- kind! Thank you, sir! Thank you for filling me with your baby! Thank you so much!"

"You'd look so pretty, huh, pup? Such a small little thing all swollen and full of my children, waddling about with wide hips and heavy breasts like the most fuckable little thing alive all for me! Fuck!" He didn't even know if he wanted a child her. But the thought… Oh boy was it hot.

And Y/n… well she was to be thankful for and welcome everything that came her way. Because Master only knew and did best.

"Fuck! Cum! Come on! Clench around me and cum!" As if on cue, the girl sobbed and even went a little limp from the intensity as she started to cum undone, her back arching as her stretched and overflowing hole closed around his cock, the table moving back and forth from the thrusts.

"Good. Such a good fuck pup… The perfect cum rag…" Jongin whispered as his thrusts slowed down, moving and placing her body on the ground on her back before he eventually stopped and pulled out.

"Legs open. Show Master his baby." The male demanded, tapping the side of her thigh before standing up.

"H- Here, sir… Master's baby all safe in pup~" her chest moved up and down as she spread her pussy lips and showed him her stretched out hole that was gaping open, his cum decorating it and the man could swear it was even a little swollen from how much was stuffed in there. "Thank you so much~" the girl breathed out as she tried to catch her breath.

"Good pet." Jongin praised as he grabbed his cock for the grand finale, grinning as he aimed his cock at her body. "And good pets deserve their showers, don't they?"

The girl scrambled to her knees again, eagerly looking up at him. "Yes, sir! Thank you for always cleansing me!"

The man whimpered a bit under his breath as the hot piss he had been saving for a while finally burst through the opening, letting it hit the girl's face followed by her tits and stomach as she obediently turned and let her back get covered in it too.

"Now clean up all of this and dinner better be ready by the time I have finished freshening up." Kicking her perky bottom from behind, the male tucked his cock back in and turned to leave. "Or what happens to pathetic sluts who don't serve their Masters well?" Already starting to walk away and towards the stairs leading to the bedroom, Jongin asked and raised his eyebrow.

"They sleep in the cold basement all alone, Master!" Y/n obediently replied before going back to slurping the piss clean off the ground.

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[seonghwanotes]

drunk words, sober thoughts | choi jongho

pairing: jongho x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 3.3k

a/n: we love me some drunk interactions

Three loud knocks on your door along with the doorbell being rung frantically were enough to get your friend rushing to the door, opening it up to be met with your friend who was struggling to support your weight as she tried to avoid you from falling over.

Jongho didn't hesitate and quickly took you into his arms, his arm slung around your waist as you threw your own around his neck. He raised his eyebrows at the sight and waited for your friend to explain herself. "Well?"

"You were in her emergency contact list… my boyfriend's staying over at mine so there's no place for her to stay at. I hope you don't mind." She explained, making Jongho sigh while you were drifting off to dreamland in his arms.

"Why didn't you send her back to her place? Her roommate isn’t around?”

"She didn’t answer my call. Plus, she kept saying your name all night, I didn't know if you guys talked or what but I had to bring her out before she slaps another guy thinking it was you and yells at their face for.. looking good." You heard your friend say and you giggle, lifting your head to meet the dissatisfied gaze of your crush.

"You're… you have a really good face." You blurted, causing him to look away and sigh. He thanked your friend and closed the door behind him before he put you on his couch.

Your mind was hazy but you were still aware of your surroundings. It had been a while since you went over to Jongho's yet it still felt the same. Nothing has changed and you let out a giggle over the thought.

Jongho walked over to you from the kitchen with a glass of water in his hands. He sat beside you and passed you the glass which you took but you didn't drink. Your eyes were slowly giving up on you but you resisted the sleep that was creeping up on you.

"Why did you drink so much, Y/N?" He asked in a soft voice, eyes fixated on your wimpy figure. While he waited for your answer, he took off your heels which made your feet feel more relaxed and it hurt less.

You shook your head, "I didn't drink a lot. I just had… 5 shots? I don't know," You giggled, drinking the water which you unintentionally spilled on your dress. The cold liquid left a visible stain on your chest area and you sighed at the sight.

Jongho grabbed the glass from your hand and set it on the coffee table. "Y/N… you can't handle more than 1 shot of vodka, why did you go more than that?" He cooed, his hand caressing your head.

"I don't know." You quickly answered, looking at him with half-lidded eyes. "Jongho, can I get changed? This dress feels icky."

He eyed you up and down, gulping when he noticed your attire which was extremely revealing and he raised his voice slightly at you, "When did you even buy this dress?"

You shook your head, "I didn't buy this. That girl lent it to me. I forgot her name but she said this would look good. Does it look good? I can't see but it feels so tight."

At this rate, Jongho knew you were mumbling words for the fact you even forgot your friend's name so he got up, mumbling a few words that you couldn't hear before he helped you get up. You grabbed his hand and followed him to his room as you fell on his soft mattress, your hand naturally reaching for his pillow to hug on.

"Y/N, get up. You need to get changed." Jongho spoke out, his words not being processed in your mind.

"Can't you help me change? I can’t reach the zipper either.” You mumbled, sighing right after as you got up but soon losing your balance as you tripped on Jongho. He quickly caught you, “Y/N… you’re not gonna like this tomorrow.” He muttered, annoyance tracing his words as innocence laced your laughter that came right after.

He couldn’t stay mad at you for too long as well, so he ignored whatever that happened before and helped you out. He took off your dress and helped you to change into his t-shirt, which rested at your thighs making it look like a shirt dress. Taking off the spare hair tie on your wrist, he tied back your hair and brought you to the bathroom.

“Sit on the toilet, don’t fall asleep or I’m gonna leave you here.” He told in a stern voice, which made you nod. Despite his instructions, you couldn’t handle the fatigue creeping up on you. You rubbed your eyes and yawned, “Jongho? Are you there?”

“Wait a second! Don’t move!” He replied, making you nod. He came back with a bag that you couldn’t make out what it was and he knelt next to you. “I don’t know how to do this but I’m just gonna help you out, okay?”

“What are you gonna do?” You mumbled, another yawn leaving your lips.

“Take your makeup off,” He stated, “Also brush your teeth cause you reek of vodka.”

You giggled and let him do the work while you were seated quietly. The wet cotton pad came in contact with your face which made you flinch, causing Jongho to giggle but he quickly hid the sound.

He was quick to clear up your makeup since you didn’t have a heavy one on, so he got up and reached for a new toothbrush to brush your teeth. Out of nowhere, memories of the night suddenly flooded your head and you felt tears threatening to escape your eyes. Sobs left your lips and it caught Jongho’s attention, causing him to scurry over to you.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked, looking at you while you tried to keep your focus on his face but you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore.

“I like him so much, I wish he knew." You cried, holding his shoulder for balance as you leaned back on the bathroom wall, resting your head there.

“You have to be kidding me.” He muttered under his breath. "I told you he's not good news."

“Why is he not? All he ever does is to worry about me. See, we even fought the other day about Juyeon." You sat straight, explaining yourself to the boy that you couldn't see clearly.

"What? Juyeon?" Jongho asked in surprise, now the boy thinks you have another crush. "Don't you like Juyeon though? Or is there a new guy now that you haven't told me about?"

"What new guy? It's Jongho, it's always been him." You sighed, words left your mouth carelessly whereas Jongho was only taking note of everything so that he could either confront you about it in the morning or keep it a secret until you confessed, with a sober mind, of course.

"Always been him, huh?"

"Yeah, well, I know he hates Juyeon. But he never said it to my face because he knows I would get sad over it, which makes him a really good friend, don't you think?"

Jongho's eyes were fixed on you ranting about him that he didn't bother responding back because you continued talking about him for the next 30 minutes with a mixture of giggles and gasps as you couldn't comprehend how handsome Jongho was but you were too shy to tell him that.

Shaking his head, he eventually pushed the toothbrush inside of your mouth and helped you brush your teeth. It took him a few minutes to make you spit out and wash your mouth as you mistook the minty substance as melted ice cream. You waddled over to his bed and plopped on the soft mattress, a soft hum leaving your lips.

"Wait, I want to tell you more about Jongho, you can never tell him about this though." You mumbled, causing Jongho to chuckle as he tucked you in bed.

"That's alright, we can talk when you're awake tomorrow morning, I'll see if you'll repeat your sober thoughts. Have a good sleep, doll." He addressed you with a nickname which your mind didn't register before you were sent to dreamland.

———

Other than the exposed natural light slapping your skin at seven in the morning, the sharp pain in your head was another bother to you as you winced loudly. You got up and sat straight on the bed, trying to think of what caused your headache until you realised you were not in your bed.

Your eyes widened at the familiar sight of the room and you tried to look around for anyone with you but you were only accompanied by the sunlight peeking through the sheer curtains.

You looked down at yourself to realise you were only clad in an oversized shirt that you knew all too well and simultaneously, you cursed. "Shit."

Memories of the previous night flooded your mind and you couldn't believe yourself for getting yourself in a situation you promised you would never put yourself in. Getting out of bed, you shuffled to the door slowly, looking around to see if anyone was waiting for you but you were met with silence.

Your mind was still hazy from the whole situation and you couldn't help but fall back onto the bed, massaging your temples slightly as the sharp pain started to knock on your head. You heard a door open and you looked up to see Jongho, with a towel wrapped around his waist, torso exposed to you.

"Oh fuck," He cursed, making you turn around quickly where your brain was now replaying the sight of his bare chest. "Sorry, I didn't know you were awake."

"It's okay." You managed to mumble out. The scene replayed all over again in your head, you saw your best friend shirtless for the first time and it didn't make your anxious self calm down any quicker. The tension in the air was so strong that you could cut it with a knife so you let out a dry cough and got up, scurrying over to the other side of the bed since Jongho was just standing at his place quietly.

No one was going to move if neither of you spoke so you asked him the first and the dumbest question you could ever think of. "Did we… last night?"

His eyes grew wide and he furrowed his brows, "Whoa, Y/N, no. Chill, I just changed your clothes and cleaned you up before bed. I slept in the guest room."

"Oh." Red flushed your cheeks from embarrassment and you rubbed your neck slightly before looking around the room for what felt like the millionth time. "What am I doing here, by the way?"

A small scoff left his mouth which took you by surprise, "Sabrina dropped you off, you got drunk last night and she couldn't bring you back home."

You raised a brow at him before muttering to yourself, "Why not send me back home though?"

"What can she do if your definition of home is my place?" He sarcastically replied, walking over to his wardrobe as he went through his shirts. His answer made you stop breathing for a second, making you wonder what could have possibly happened last night considering you couldn't remember anything after you drank the wrong glass of alcohol.

Hearing no reply from you, Jongho turned around to see you spacing out while you tried to figure an answer out before your growing headache could have killed you off. "I'll make us breakfast, maybe you could shower first. You know where the clothes are at." He said, taking out a shirt on a hanger before he walked out of the room.

Did he forget about your argument and forgive you? Was he going to bring it up during breakfast later? You had zero idea but you wanted to get out of his house as soon as possible and meet Sabrina.

———

You spent a good hour in the shower where you washed your hair with his shampoo that he never bothered sharing with you whenever you slept over at his and you also did your makeup with the products that you left at his place, which you were surprised that he kept.

After you threw on a basic tee along with your shorts, you went to the kitchen where you were met with Jongho using his phone as he waited for you. The strong scent caused him to look up and he let out a sigh when he saw your wet hair, "I told you to not use my shampoo!"

"I don't see your name written on it and I needed a wash." You casually explained before taking a seat across him.

He pushed a small bowl of soup towards you, "Drink up, it's hangover soup."

You didn't need the soup anymore but you didn't want to hurt his feelings more so you drank the soup quietly as he watched you, thinking of what to say.

Once in a while, you kept looking up at him and his eyes never left yours which made you set your spoon down and question him, "Do you have something to ask?"

"No."

"Then, why do you keep looking at me? Is there something on my face?"

"Do you like me, Y/N?"

"What?" Your question came out a little louder than supposed that it took Jongho by surprise and he snickered at your reaction.

"You didn't have to react like Cheon Seojin, I just asked you if you have a crush on me." He told again, with a relaxed demeanor.

You were in disbelief, what was he talking about? Did Sabrina tell him anything? Did you spill anything to him? What if you said yes? Would he tease you because he doesn't like you back? What if you said no? Would you lose a chance with him? Plenty of responses raced in your mind and you had no clue on which to say.

He sighed, "So how's Juyeon?"

You furrowed your brows, "You never ask about him. What's the matter? Did he talk to you?"

"No, I'm just curious. Your soup is getting colder." He reminded you, making you drink your soup again.

"He's alright I guess? Ever since we broke up, he's been great. He got assurance when he found out that we fought so he got together with another girl right away. It makes him happy to see me in despair." You told him everything like you always would have gone if you guys were okay. Jongho was never wrong about the people you chose to hang out with, sometimes the fact that you were in denial because you didn't want to lose to your best friend whom you loved a little too much made you attempt daring things which only brought you back to square one.

"Oh, he's the same basically." He confirmed, nodding his head as you scoffed at his answer. Classic Choi Jongho, hates Juyeon but has never made it clear.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" He asked, making your anxiety level rise again. You finished up your soup, pushing the bowl away from you in a soft motion and looked at him.

"I thought you said we did nothing."

"I cleaned you up and changed your clothes, a lot could have happened."

You gasped, "You saw me naked?"

"Goddamn, Y/N, get a grip. You wore a dress that literally showed so much of skin and me seeing you naked is your concern right now?" Jongho questioned you back, making your mind think about the dress you wore last night. He wasn't wrong, you wore something that was practically protecting your assets and revealing the rest.

"Well then, I don't remember anything. But thank you for the stay and the soup. I'll get going now." You told him, grabbing the bowl and got up. Before you could go to the sink, he grabbed your wrist, making you look at him.

"So you don't remember confessing?"

Your heart dropped. There's no way you could have told him, not when you were drunk and at your lowest. You must have been crazy to have done that. How could you have been crying over him the entire night only to tell him that you were so in love with him?

Your deafening silence was a clear answer to him which brought a smile to his face as he stood up and blocked your way. "You do like me."

"I don't." You were quick to deny but your eyes lied, which he knew very well.

He didn't hesitate making moves with you as he grabbed your chin softly and brought his face closer to yours. "You know that I would have treated you better than Juyeon, so why would you still deny?"

Your breath hitched in your throat as you listened to his words, you couldn't come up with a response cause you knew that he finally figured out what you were trying to do and there was no way out of it.

"You're so quiet when I'm speaking the truth. It would be great if you'd listen all the time, am I right?" He chuckled at your face, causing you to laugh nervously. He let go of your chin as your stiff body relaxed for a second up until he held your hands again and your hold on the bowl tightened.

"I like you too, Y/N. It took me a while but I'm sick of seeing you go back to that jerk who only uses you for what he wants and he doesn't even know your worth. So, if you don't mind, we could go on a date and think about what we could do next." Jongho confessed casually, causing you to drop the bowl, which fell on his foot and to your relief, the bowl was not made out of ceramic so it was still intact.

However, Jongho was wincing in pain.

You gasped at the incident and crouched to hold his feet, "Oh my God, wait, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to drop the bowl. Wait, does it hurt? But you're strong. Okay, maybe not. Foot injuries hurt like hell. Let's just stay at home, I'll put ice on your feet."

You stood up and helped Jongho go to the living room before he plopped on the couch. "I guess a stay at home date isn't so bad. My girlfriend puts ice on my feet. It could be a new thing." He joked, making you slap his feet hard which made him wince harder.

"I'm not your girlfriend yet! Keep dreaming, loser." You told him, rolling your eyes before you went back to the kitchen and cleared the small mess before you got an ice pack out.

"Yet, well, it could change in an hour or so. Would we kiss? Would I break your neck as we make out? Would more things in this house break? You'll never know!" He yelled out, making you scoff.

"Yeah, right. You're just gonna tease me till the end for that drunk confession. I never wanted to sate your ugly ass anyway," You muttered, sitting next to him and pressing ice on the forming bruise.

"I recorded you calling me a cute, squishy, boba ball last night. Oh, wait, let me play that." He said, taking out his phone which made you press the ice pack harder on his feet, causing him to yell.

"Yeah, I always wanted to date you, who was I joking with?" You answered back, making faces at him as he laughed at you.

"Well, at least I can finally say that's my girl instead of that's my best friend." He told with pride which made you fake cringe but on the inside, you were cheering yourself on with pompoms. Drunk words, sober thoughts are not so bad at times.

[dizzyingdaze]

no seats | s.r

a scenario where you can't keep your mouth shut and steve rogers wouldn't want it any other way.

only warning is cursing

New York was somewhere you never thought you'd visit let alone live in, yet here you were. Clutching the bag of your friends coat as she shuffled her way into the busy cafe during lunch time, the worst time to be in any cafe in the city.

Women in pencil skirts exchanged pleasantries with men in dark suits, briefcases occasionally knocking off the guitar case lain against one of the long sofas a group of teenagers occupied.

The jazzy playlist was overtaken by the loud chatter of the customers, the scent of fresh toasted panini's and cinnamon buns intermingling with the raw coffee bean tones. It was chaos to be short if the screaming baby who knocked over their babysitters iced coffee, smack in the middle of the bustling building, was any indication.

Hearing a hefty sigh pass your side, a young worker grabbed a mop and placed down a wet floor sign, shooing anybody standing nearby away.

"Oh no, we're not going to get any seats I think," your friend Karolina said to you, eyeing the usual window seats taken filled up completely.

You signed in response as the line waddled forward, names being shouted out as you continued to eye all tables, eager to jump at any tables with packing bags and empty drinks.

"I'm going to shoot upstairs and check, get me a mocha?," She nodded her head in reply as you broke away from the impatient grumbles and weaved through the tables.

As you neared the end of the stairs, accidentally kicking an empty cup on the floor, you eyed a girl sitting by herself, nestled in the of the window sets. Her bag sat on one chair while an empty one sat across from her.

Eyes widening with an idea you began to walk towards her when a couple beat you there. An almost six foot boy placed his hands down on the table, garnering the attention of the lone girl.

"My girl and I need somewhere to sit and I see your cup is nearly empty. Mind moving? Thanks," He bared his teeth at her in an almost smile, the annoyed crease between his blonde brows giving him away.

His girlfriend seemed less than interested, typing out a message on her phone, only glancing up when the girl opened her mouth.

"Actually I'm waiting on somebody as I'm meant to be tutoring, I don't mind giving you one of the seats though?" She gave a watery smile, her hands beginning to slowly shake at his direct nature.

He downright glared at her response, leaning further into his hands until his face was an inch away from hers. "I was being courteous, now I'm annoyed. Move it,"

Her face flushed red at the embarrassment as his girlfriend began to giggle behind him, clearly used to his egotistical nature. Your own face flushed too but rather in anger, just who the fuck is this dick ordering around random girls?

What a huff you strode up to till you stood between the two, pushing him back with your hand you glared harshly at him as a "What the fuck?" escaped his lips.

'What the fuck yourself, who are you to tell this girl to move? Everybody here wants a seat to yet you don't seem them acting like a little child," You spat watching his neck go red at the confrontation, clearly not used to it.

He stumbled for a second finding words before shooting back "I can tell whoever I want to move especially if she's been sitting there with an empty coffee cup. I don't have to listen to any bitch trying to boss me around!" The cafe had gone quiet as he shouted out the last sentence, Karolina looking on surprised, the drinks held in her hand. She moved forward to pull you away from the scene but you didn't even budge.

"Oh I'm the bitch? That's rich coming from a dickhead picking on somebody smaller than him, tell me, do you always start throwing tantrums when you don't get what you want? Like a child?," Hearing you call him a child again seem to strike a chord in him.

His girlfriend moved to pull him back as his hand balled in a fist, Karolina whispered to you "Not again, let's go please," into your ear. But you both shared the same stubborn nature, refusing to move.

The tension rose as you just stared each other down, veins almost bulging, jaws clenched so tight they began to ache. The man pointed his finger right in your face, the thought of biting it ran through your mind. "You do not tell me what to do and I'm not a fucking child you hear me? You better learn to keep your sharp tongue to yourself and out of my goddamn affairs!" His attention shifted to the girl he had originally spoken to, her eyes beginning to tear up as he moved the finger from you to her.

Pushing him back again, outraged at the audacity he had to even speak to her again you pushed him back full force with both your hands, grounding your boots into the sticky floor. Taken aback he stumbled into his girlfriend and you swore you could see his pride take a physical hit.

Without missing a beat he rolled his shoulders and balled his fists and you did the same before two large figures stepped between you two.

"Easy there tough guy, hitting a dame the best way to win a fight you shouldn't have started?" The voice wasn't familiar but the metal fingers peeking out of the black denim jacket was, clutching the boys shoulder so hard he bent forward at it. "Let me go what the fuck-" He started before the stranger grabbed the back of his lettermen jacket and dragged him out of the shop through the back exit, the girlfriend shouting along with him as she followed them out.

The second man had bent down in front of the girl in the middle of this all, her shoulders shaking as the man whispered soothingly to her. You coughed awkwardly uncurling your fists, clocking all the eyes on you and your friend just deadpanned at you. "Don't you even try, why does your ass always have to get in the middle of other peoples business? I said, don't start!" She placed a finger over your lips as you obediently went quiet.

You could always explain later. You turned to face the man and the girl, to see how she was when you recognized who he really was. Light blue eyes stared into yours as you took in the broad shoulders and blonde hair peeking out from under his cap. You just blinked in surprise but said nothing, choosing to crouch in front of the girl who was no longer shaking.

"Are you alright?" She nodded, thanking you as she bent forward for a hug you gladly returned, albeit a bit quickly because there was so many people here. "I probably would have moved and most likely cried in the bathroom so you know, thanks for that," You grinned at her response, standing up as Karolina threw her free hand up.

"If you're not outside in the next five minutes i'm throwing your drink down the drain," She stalked out, blonde ponytail bouncing behind her as the onlookers resumed their previous activities, leaving you standing rather stiffly in front of Captain fucking America.

"I take it from your friend being annoyed, you do that thing a lot?" His lips curling up as you nodded shortly. "She's not actually annoyed at me, she'd be more annoyed if I let that twat continue to shout at her and do nothing," He chuckled at that, stuffing his hands into his jacket pocket as you stared at the door your friend left.

"Well don't let me hold you back but hey, Captain America approves of your social justicing! Or in the name of social justice? You get what I mean," His cheeks blushed a light pink as you giggled at his roundabout way of complimenting you.

"Yeah I'll say that next time it happens. Nice to know an Avenger approves! I'd better go..." You trailed off as he stepped to the side and sent a curt salute your way.

As he watched you saunter away Bucky, who re entered the shop from the entrance, clapped a hand on his shoulder, sighing lowly. "She reminds me of you in some weird, female way, hopefully she doesn't end up in back-alley brawls" He commented, Steve scoffed as they made their way back to the two seater in the corner of the cafe, drinks now a gross lukewarm temperature.

"Please, did you hear her? Her words alone could get a guy bleeding internally," The words slipped out and Bucky whistled at them. "Didn't know all it took was some curse words and authority to get you mushy. Yet, Natasha is a poster child for it and you couldn't care less," Bucky grimaced after sipping his hot chocolate, the once sweet warm mixture now cold and slimy on his tongue.

The other soldier slowly circled the rim of his latte, thinking of how fast you stood up to him, pointing your finger up in his face. "Nat sticks up to assholes 'cause it's her job but she did it for the sake of it. Excuse me, I am not mushy!" He sent a quick dig to his friends shin the offended's brows furrowed at the sharp pain.

"Oh yeah? You're wearing the same damn look you did when Peggy came into the pub all those nights ago. Bet you even tried to find her name on those coffee cups the blonde had," Rubbing the attacked body part, Bucky snidely remarked.

Steve said nothing in response, choosing to stare out the window next to him. He was right, your quickly scribbled name was engraved in his mind as was the white ford fiesta you had hopped in a few meters down from the cafe. Not that he was looking, of course, it was mere coincidence his eyes never seemed to leave your figure.

Mere coincidence, he thought to himself as Bucky rolled his eyes at his friends behaviour. He wondered what weird excuse Steve was going to give for the rest of the week or month it would take to run into you again.

[celestialflamesme]

| MER-MAID FOR EACH OTHER | A Stashi One-shot Mermaid AU | Fairy Tail Next Generation |

Ships: Nashi Dragneel x Storm Fullbuster (Magma mermaid x Sharkboy)

Dedicated to @primaverafrog @luna-chan00 @biorckstudios18 @cxndy-stxrs and that random fact I read about sharks thriving in volcanoes.

If there was anything Nashi's dad taught her, it was this.

It was her mom that had sat her down and told her about how she couldn't play with the other mermaids and the do's and don'ts and safe spaces and creeks that reeked of danger and bad merfolk. Nashi nodded half-heartedly, too upset to barely talk back like she usually did.

But Nashi's dad, bless his soul, beckoned her to him one fine day and said, "No matter what you are and what you can do, don't hide a single part of you. Fight for what you want and what you deserve no matter how ridiculous it looks in the grand scheme of things. We'll always be here," he poked at her chest, "supporting you. Always."

Of course, turns out it was regarding a 'big, juicy mackerel' he lost to a 'dumb, fucking orca of all fish', but she liked to think it applied to other aspects of her life too.

The mer peered at the children giggling and trying to outswim each other across the reef and sighed.

As amazing as living in a volcano was, it sure was lonely sometimes.

Magma merfolk had several restrictions because of the seething temperatures their bodies possessed. Basically, if she touched a mer, they'd get burnt (super bad). It wasn't like there was a chance of that happening anyway, considering how scared merfolk were of them.

Pearl (a curious whitefish she'd come across on one of her hunts) swam in circles around her, obviously in a playful mood. She slightly smiled and brought a finger to her lips.

The children screeched as they spotted her swimming rapidly towards them and scattered away. The pinkette chortled at them.

"You'd think they'd have learnt by now, eh, Pearl?"

Pearl made a noise of delight, wading amongst the reeds. She huffed. "I knew you were hungry, you silly little fishy. Which reminds me, I have a date with destiny!"

Her best friend clicked. (Sorry hun, a mermaid has needs. Sweet, sweet protein; sign her up please!) She squinted, scanning the waters for her next meal. Her eyes registered a faint figure.

Tapping her tail thrice to get Pearl's attention, she swam ahead at a careful pace, ducking behind giant kelp to get a closer look. The figure continued its path, paying her no notice. Which was when she realised what it was headed straight for.

Pearl.

Her heart beating violently, she let out a war-cry and flexed her tail harder. Her vision saw red as she rammed into-

"WHAT THE FLIPPING HECK?!"

Both the bodies crashed into a boulder and Nashi let out a small groan, her sight blurry. Blinking back into consciousness, she tilted her head up.

She wasn't going to lie, the first thing she saw was his jaw filled with sharp canines. Her blood ran cold as she slowly, carefully, looked up only to gaze at perfect cerulean blue eyes.

She blinked. He blinked. Then the screaming ensued.

"WHAT'S A SHARK DOING IN MAGMA REEF?! AM I GOING TO DIE?! HOLY FLIPPING MAVIS-"

"WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU TACKLE ME LIKE THAT?! DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH, YOU CRAZY MER?!"

6 minutes later, Pearl floated by, unimpressed by their shrieking. The shark-guy (shark-man, shark-douche, whatever) reached out to grab her and Pearl and Nashi collectively squeaked, the latter smacking him at the back of his head. He snarled.

"I'm trying TO CATCH MY NEXT MEAL! DO YOU MIND?!" He yelled.

"YES, I MIND! PEARL IS MY FRIEND, NOT FOOD!"

"Oh dear Triton, she's one of the vegan loons...." He muttered under his breath. She clicked her tongue.

"Even if I am, that doesn't explain the fact that YOU'RE ON MY TURF!!" She retorted, and he flinched at her tone.

"I DON'T SEE A SIGN ANYWHERE!!"

Nashi growled at him, "You have 7 seconds to run before I burn you to ashes!" Which is when she noticed that she was still on top of him.

"Wait, you aren't- what?" She furrowed her eyebrows and inspected him. "You're- wha- how?"

"What is it?!" He frowned. "It's considered rude to sta- HEY!"

She frantically patted and touched his chest and arms for something, anything and let out a breath of bewilderment. "You're- You don't feel anything?"

"Well, you are a little warmer than the others," he admitted. The shark raised an eyebrow curiously, "Uh- why?"

Nashi blinked out of her stupor, then pointed at herself, "Magma mermaid."

"Oh." He blinked back. "You're not as scary as they make you out to be. Unless," he held her shoulders and scanned her (Uhhhhhhhh....) "You're a baby!"

"WHAT! NO, YOU DUMBASS!"

"So you're saying that you're old?" He teased.

"I'm the appropriate age!" She huffed back.

"Appropriate age for?"

"Uh, stuff?"

"Yeah huh."

"YEAH HUH!"

He bit his lip, fighting back a smile. "Now, what am I going to do about lunch?"

Nashi's eyes widened. "Kelpsicles, I have to hunt too!" Both met each other's gazes before he shrugged. "Truce?"

"It's Nashi, actually," she smirked.

"Cool, I'm Storm."

............

An hour later, Storm managed to piss her off again.

"What do you mean you don't like burnt fish?! It's flipping amazing!"

Storm sighed (The audacity!) "Have you even tried raw fish?"

She spluttered, "Of course I have-" At the disbelieving look he shot her, she mumbled, "Not."

"Open up then."

"Excuse me?!" She shrieked indignantly. "I barely know you! You could poison me for all-" she choked as he shoved a piece in her mouth mid-sentence.

"I don't wanna hear it," he interrupted her before she could yell at him, "So? How's it taste?"

"I still like burnt fish." She mumbled, flustered.

"D'aww, is the iddle widdle mermaid embarrassed?" He cooed. "How ador-" Now it was his turn to choke as she shoved the entire fish down his throat.

She snorted, "Now that's peak humour." He shot her the middle flipper.

.............

"Damn, the humans are at it again."

"What's new?" Storm grumbled.

Nashi's grin widened, "Wanna check it out?"

"I don't know Nash, this bunch looks- Nash?" He groaned at her figure wading upwards, "Woman, get back here!"

Nashi was too busy taking in the sun's warmth to pay him any attention the first time. The second time however, she swivelled around only to register his panicked look. The third time, she found her tail stuck. In a net.

"STORM!! FLIPPING- HELP!!" She screeched, pushing, propelling herself out, trying anything, everything. She was getting dizzier by the second.

A giant thud resonated from behind her, and the net shook back and forth but she waddled undeterred until Rip! She was free!

"Oh thank Triton!" She gasped, trying to catch her breath. The humans were yelling but she didn't want to stick around and find out.

A pair of arms wrapped around her making her flinch. Storm had a dark look on his face as he pulled her against him and swam forth, not uttering a word.

He'd rocked the boat. He'd- he'd saved her from-

"Don't ever leave my side again." He murmured against her hair.

.................

"Nash, stoppppp," Storm whined, "It's only 15 minutes awayyyyy."

"You said that 15 minutes ago! And what's the big deal anyway?" She snickered, reaching out for his fin again, only to be swatted again, "Ticklish?"

"Very much so." He raised an eyebrow, daring her to try again. "You can't stay one minute without trying to feel me up, can you?"

She spluttered and even Pearl (dumb fish!) joined Storm as he chortled at the indignant face she made.

"We're here!" He cheered, only to be tackled by a bunch of sharks. Nashi felt her breath quicken.

"Storm?" She blinked. The group turned to stare at her in awe.

"STORM BROUGHT A GIRL HOME!"

"SHE'S PRETTY!"

"ARE YOU TWO MARRIED YET?!"

"Uhhh..." What was happening again?

Storm laughed at her confusion. "I figured you'd be lonely up there so I thought you'd like to stay with my family for a change. Don't mind Kai and Gale," he shot them a look. "They're dumbasses."

"If you won't date her, I might," Kai smirked at her. She nervously smiled at him, confused.

Storm growled, "Back off, she's mine!"

Nashi choked. Even Pearl cheered as they proceeded to carry her into their coven? Cliff? Ridge maybe....

"Since when am I yours?" She inquired, bewildered.

"We'll work on the specifics later. For now," he wrapped an arm around her torso and grinned at her, "Yeah, you're mine."

.................

Bonus: (that no one asked for)

"Sing it with me, River! BABY SHARK DO DO DO DO DO DO! BABY SHARK DO DO DO DO DO DO! BABY SHARK DO DO DO DO DO DO! BABY SHARK!"

Storm grumbled, "If his first word is baby, it'll be your fault."

Nashi shrugged, "As long as it's not Daddy, I don't mind at all. Say mommy, sweetie! Mo-mmy! See!"

The tiny shark ("He loves raw fish! He's a natural predator!" Storm cheered, making funny faces at his giggling son) paid no heed to his parents, distracted by Pearl swimming in circles around him.

"Pearl, you're going to make him take his first paddle before he says Momma at this rate," Nashi warned.

"You mean Dadda."

"Momma!"

"Dadda!"

"Momma!"

"Dadda!"

"Ma- da," River giggled, clapping his hands. Both of them blinked at him.

"Well that solves that," Storm smiled.

"Yeah...." Nashi sighed. "Who's a good little sharkie? Yes, you are!" She cooed, carrying him in her arms. "I love you!" She poked at him.

"What about me?" Storm pouted. She rolled her eyes and pecked him on the lips. "I love you too, Snarky."

He flicked her on the nose.

.....................