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jeonginsleftcheek · 9 months ago

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pairing: seungmin x afab!reader

genre: fluff, smut, college au

word count: 9.8k

warnings: sex work(kinda), masturbation, sex toys unprotected sex, face fucking, degradation, bondage, spanking, lowkey pain kink, squirting, dirty talk, orgasm control, sexting, reader is called slut and loves it hehe (lmk if i missed some haha)

a/n: i hope y'all enjoy this, please reblog if you did, i had fun with the college au🫶🏻 also, my first full seungmin fic🥹💕

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Saturday night. In any student's case that would be the perfect time to go out and party, unwind from the whole week, get drunk and maybe score a one night stand.

Not in Seungmin's case though, he has found another genre of ...entertainment. He was never the type to go out to parties, finding alcohol something that just upsets his stomach and seeing people acting even dumber than they usually do only served to make him mad, not relaxed.

His roommate Hyunjin is the exact opposite, practically surviving the whole week just for any party organized nearby, and today was no different.

"Do I look good?"- Hyunjin wiggled his eyebrows at Seungmin, after trying on the fifth outfit and asking the same thing every single time.

"Why are you asking redundant questions? You got a mirror."- Seungmin rolls his eyes at his roommate who was looming over his frame as he layed on his bed.

"Because like, I need to know if you'd fuck me?"- Hyunjin says nonchalantly and Seungmin makes gagging noises at him as he sits up.

"I'd never fuck you."- he shakes his head and Hyunjin groans.

"Okay but like if you were a girl or into guys, would you?"- he tries again.

"If saying yes gets you off my case, then yes."- Seungmin sighs and it's Hyunjin's turn to roll his eyes with a playful smirk appearing on his lips.

"You're so boring."- Hyunjin sticks his tongue out at Seungmin.

"And you're so childish. Let me be boring in peace."- Seungmin waves him off.

Hyunjin makes snoring noises as he grabs his jacket, barely missing the pillow projectile Seungmin aimed at him.

"Don't bother coming back, peasant!"- Seungmin yells and the door is closed with a thud.

He sighs, sitting in silence for just a few moments, waiting for Hyunjin's long legs to take him away from the dorms.

When he's sure that his roommate is far away, Seungmin gets up to lock the door before making his way back to bed.

He grabs his laptop and opens it up, typing up the familiar page into his search engine, looking for his favorite user, the one he spent so much money on. Money he made working hard during the summer, but who cares when he can spend it on whatever he wants.

Every week he waits for Saturday, his favorite day, when she does all her livestreams. Even though she never showed her face on camera, Seungmin is convinced she is the most beautiful woman to ever grace the planet.

Judging only by her beautiful curves and the way she moves and sounds when she pleases herself only fuel the fantasy of her that blooms inside Seungmin's head.

This weekend she's wearing pretty pastel pink lingerie, delicate and frilly, the tiny see-through fabric leaving nothing to the imagination except her face that Seungmin wishes he could see.

"Oh hello, MongMong22. You're finally here! I was waiting for you before I start!"- Seungmin listens to her seductive voice, imagining her smirk and a wink she'd send to the camera.

She always gives special hello's to him, always fulfills his requests because he's been there almost since day one, a constant source of payment for her.

"I have some new toys I wanna try out today."- she reveals, spreading her legs tentatively, slowly sliding her hand between them as she presses her fingers into her clit, circling it.

Seungmin lets out a breath through his nose, his boxers are already getting tight and she didn't even start with anything.

~ Let us see your tits, please!

She chuckles at the comment someone left, moving her hand away from her panties that now had a wet spot formed on them.

"Okay, when you asked so nicely."- Seungmin can hear the smirk in her voice. She undoes her bra, taking it off slowly and Seungmin palms his growing erection at the sight of her beautiful tits.

"You want me to play with my tits? Imagine it's your hands touching me?"- she cups herself, slowly massaging her breasts as a little moan escapes her lips.

~ Play with your nipples.

Someone comments what Seungmin thinks, and she brings her fingers on her nipples.

"You want me to play with my little nipples? Mm it feels so good."- she whines as she starts pinching them and rolling them between her fingers.

"How long should I play with them? Until they're all tender and swollen, so sensitive for you?"- she moans, pinching them harder.

Seungmin twitches and pulls his boxers down so he can grab his throbbing cock, pre-cum spilling out and coating his length.

"You tell me when to stop, pup."- Seungmin's dick twitches in his hand, he knows she's talking directly to him, with the nickname he chose whenever they direct message.

He slowly starts moving his hand, only on his tip, the stimulation making his gut stir as he watches her torture her nipples while she lets out the prettiest moans.

Seungmin imagines how it would feel to actually be the one to touch her nipples, reduce her to a mess of moans while only playing with her breasts.

"Are you imagining you're touching me? Or perhaps you're imagining your lips around my nipples, sucking on them like a good boy?"- Seungmin lets out a quiet noise as his hand slips down his length, now completely lubed with his pre-cum.

He moves his hand very slowly, trying to make everything last as long as possible, after all it's been a week since he's last seen her.

He stops her only when her nipples are swollen and red, when she's whimpering and begging, rutting her hips against her bed, her wet pussy dragging on the sheets beneath.

~ Touch yourself. Push your fingers inside your pussy.

Seungmin types out, now completely succumbing to the arousal traveling through his body right to his red throbbing cock.

"Of course, MongMong. Tell me how many fingers?"- she sounds sweet, and he can imagine her batting her eyelashes at him.

~ Three.

She whines at his comment, sliding her panties off and spreading her legs wide so everyone can see her pretty pussy, glistening with arousal.

"Three fingers for my pup."- she moans, playing with her clit a little before she slides her fingers on her wet folds. She slowly pushes three of her fingers in, her little pussy struggling to take so much before any preparation.

Seungmin's head is dizzy, thinking about how tight her pussy actually is, how it would feel to sink his cock inside her, open her up only to take him. He tightens his hold on his cock, imagining it's her velvety walls squeezing around him.

The schlick sounds that her pussy makes as she starts fucking her fingers into it together with her sweet whines, make Seungmin move his hand faster.

He cups his balls with his other hand, giving himself more stimulation as she plays with her nipples and fucks herself.

"Ahh, are you thinking of having your way with me? Pushing your cock inside me and fucking me raw? Filling me up, full of your warm cum? Mm, I hope you are cause I'm thinking about it too!"- she whimpers loudly.

"Come on puppy, tell me when I can cum!"- she adds, fucking herself faster, her legs shaking as she brings her hand harshly into her hole.

"Fuck!"- Seungmin curses, his cock twitching hard in his hand.

~ Cum for me.

He types out when he feels close to his own high and she lets out a little gasp.

"Yes, puppy, cum with me too! I want you to cum all over me ahh!"- she moans and Seungmin's hips jerk upwards as he cums hard, at the same time she almost screams, pulling her fingers out as she squirts, her pussy visibly clenching around nothing.

Seungmin milks his cock dry as he looks at her beautiful flushed body, her pussy and thighs covered in her juices, her breasts shaking lightly with her ragged breathing.

"I hope you came with me. Now tell me which toy should I start with first? Or should I use both of them, fill both my holes?"- she giggles and Seungmin feels his spent cock twitch against his thigh.

Oh, it's just the beginning of the night.

Monday comes around, the day everyone dreads but not Seungmin.

It's another day he looks forward to, because he has lectures with you.

He barely knows you, you exchanged only polite hello's and a few sentences about your assignments and professors, you being Felix's friend who is Hyunjin's friend, brought you together as sometimes the four of you sit at the same table during lunch time at the cafeteria.

You're mostly quiet, hiding in big sweaters, your hair is always up in a neat bun or ponytail, your glasses sliding down your nose as you stare at your book.

Seungmin thinks you're adorable and also unapproachable as he, himself is a little shy and he tried to take the lead a few times, only for you to bite back short answers, your voice timid and your cheeks rosy.

You were like that with Hyunjin too at the beginning, shy and barely responding to him, but since he tries to fuck anything that walks and of course tried to flirt with you one too many times, you started being sarcastic and sassy with him, turning him down every time.

Seungmin wouldn't admit it out loud but he was enjoying every time you brought the cocky Hwang Hyunjin down to earth.

You seemed to only be somewhat relaxed around Felix, probably because you've known each other for quite a while, being friends even before college started.

Seungmin wishes he could be more like Felix, more extroverted and joyful, maybe then he'd get more of your attention, maybe then he'd get to talk to you more, find out about your desires, fears, dreams and interests.

"Well, I gotta go, I have a hot date."- Hyunjin stands up first, wiggling his eyebrows. "Any of y'all are welcome to join in for a little threesome."

"Ew."- you and Seungmin say at the same time, making Felix choke on his food as he tried to laugh and swallow the meat at the same time.

"Both of you are boring."- Hyunjin puts both thumbs down and Seungmin reaches up to slap his hands, making Hyunjin trip over his feet and almost fall as he tries to avoid him.

"Don't kill him. Yet."- Felix chimes in after a chug of water.

"I see you're siding with the snores. I'll catch you later then, my little retirement squad."- Hyunjin slips away with a smirk and a salute.

"Oh shit!"- Felix gasps suddenly, scrambling to get up. "I forgot I had a study date! I'm already late, I'll see you guys later!"- he grabs his stuff in a frenzy, running away comically as he tries to balance everything in his hands.

Seungmin and you watch as Felix almost bumps into another student carrying their tray of food, apologizing profusely as the person glares at him.

"He's a disaster sometimes."- you shake your head and Seungmin is taken aback, almost forgetting you're still sitting there. With him. Alone.

This is the first time that neither Hyunjin nor Felix are together with the two of you and Seungmin gulps, his heart picking up speed as you tilt your head at him, looking at him through your glasses.

"Yeah, he is."- he answers quickly with a nervous chuckle and you seem to already move on, your nose in your book again.

"W-what are you reading?"- Seungmin tries a poor attempt at starting a conversation, when he can clearly read the title and the author since you're holding the book up.

You close the cover, looking at it like you've forgotten what you're reading.

"The giver. I've read it multiple times. I just read it sometimes between new books. To have like a familiar story before I move on to something I've never experienced before. It's comforting."- you talk, your cheeks reddening with every word you utter, your eyes darting down to your book as you scan the words you almost know at the top of your head.

"What's it about?"- Seungmin asks, actually interested in knowing what kind of story you find comforting, one you can repeat over and over again.

"It's about a seemingly utopian world where everyone has equal everything but the more details you find out about the world, as well as the role of the giver, the more your eyes open up to see it's far from being utopian. I won't spoil much in case you wish to read it someday."- you smile at Seungmin, pushing your glasses up, your eyes sparkly.

"Wow."- he exhales as he stares at your face. "I- I mean, it sounds very interesting. The book. I might give it a read."

"Let me know if you do. I wanna hear your thoughts."- you say and his heart flutters.

You wanna hear his thoughts.

"Well, it was nice talking to you but I have afternoon lectures. See you around."- you stand up, hiding your face from Seungmin and he feels a kind of longing wash over him, longing to be in your presence just for a little while more.

You quickly gather your stuff, and he sees a glimpse of your reddened cheeks as you wave bye to him and walk out, your sweet perfume lingering even after you're far down the road and Seungmin is still sitting there, his heart hammering in his chest.

He finds The Giver in the library that very same afternoon and hurries to his dorm to start reading as soon as he can.

Seungmin finds it easy to fall into the fictitious world of your comfort book, with every word he sees, he reads it in your voice, imagines you with your little bun, a few strands of your hair falling into your eyes and framing your pretty face, as your glasses slide down your nose.

He reads and reads, and then he thinks about you, your pretty lips and he wonders how you taste. He wonders how his hands would look while holding your face, the look you would give him as he leans in closer right before he seals his lips with yours. He wonders how it would feel to press his body against yours, to melt into your embrace. And how it would feel to be inside you, how beautiful you would be with nothing but your glasses on.

Seungmin's pants get terribly tight, but it feels wrong.

So wrong to touch himself at the thought of the sweet and kind you, so he turns to the only source of pleasure he knows. That familiar site he's on every Saturday, and when need hits, sometimes during the week too.

Like today, while his roommate is luckily away, off to fuck someone somewhere while Seungmin looks for her.

~ Hey, are you online?

Seungmin quickly sends her a message and the three dots indicating that she's typing pop up in an instant.

~ For you always, pup. Tell me what you need.

Seungmin swallows, his cock straining in his boxers.

~ Could you send me a video of you playing with your favorite toy?

He sends, and adds a generous tip immediately.

He waits for a little while, the erection painful in his boxers so he decides to shuck them off and slowly wrap his hand around his length.

~ video attachment

Seungmin jolts and clicks as fast as he can. She's completely naked, save for cute white thigh highs, her legs are spread open as she runs her favorite dildo on her wet folds.

"Mm, pup I wish it was you here with me now."- she says lowly, before she slowly starts pushing the toy into her desperate pussy.

Seungmin watches as it stretches around the dildo, sucking it in greedily and he jerks himself off faster, his legs trembling.

"I wish it was your dick stretching me, fucking me raw. I would let you cum inside me, puppy."- she moans as she pushes the whole toy inside her.

"Ahh, fuck!"- Seungmin moans a little too loudly as his cock twitches hard in his hand.

"I want you to fuck me dumb, pup. Ah, please!"- she whines desperately, fucking herself faster and harder. Seungmin moans quietly as he matches her pace, almost throwing his head back in pleasure but he doesn't want to miss a moment of her sweet pussy taking it.

"Ahh, I'm gonna cum for you!"- she moans before exploding around the toy, coating it in her release.

Seungmin's eyes roll back as he fucks his hand relentlessly, on the brink of his release.

"Cum inside me puppy, please!"- she keeps fucking herself, taking out another orgasm out of her pussy as she squirts all over herself. That tips Seungmin over the edge and he cums, spurting all over his hand and stomach.

"I hope you enjoyed that."- she giggles before the video ends.

~ Tell me if you need something more, I'll do it for you MongMong<3

He sees the last text as he clicks off the video, after saving it of course.

~ I wish I could see your face.

He types out after wiping himself off.

The typing bubble pops up and disappears a few times before she finally answers.

~ I'm sorry pup, that's the one thing I can't do.

Seungmin knew she would say that, and he understands, she doesn't even know who he is, how old he is, what he looks like. He could say he's whatever age he wants to be or send a picture of someone else, it's easy to hide behind a screen. It makes sense that she wants to keep herself safe.

~ I understand. Thank you for the vid.

~ Anytime!<3 Ty for the tip, handsome<3

Seungmin watches the video a few more times before his roommate stumbles into the dorm, and he hides his phone away, pretending to be asleep.

Felix and Hyunjin are deep into a heated conversation about some game characters, and Seungmin has tuned them out long ago. His attention is only on you, as you fumble with your glasses, your book resting on the side of course.

"I finished the giver."- he starts and you look up from cleaning your glasses, your eyes big and eyebrows lifted as your cheeks redden.

"Wow, that was quick! You're a fast reader."- you say, putting your glasses on and smoothing out that strand of hair that always falls out of your bun. Seungmin wishes he could reach out and put it behind your ear himself.

"The story was engaging."- he chuckles and you let out a small giggle. "Actually, it was really sad at some parts. And it ends with an open ending, we never know if they survived or not."

"I like to think they did. That's what's comforting to me."- you shrug, looking down at your plate.

"Could you imagine a world like that? To be robbed of everything that makes you unique, that makes you who you are?"- you add suddenly and Seungmin shakes his head.

"Sounds terrifying."- he says and you hum in agreement.

You seem to be contemplating something, sifting through your food with your fork as your cheeks become even more red.

Seungmin can see you muttering to yourself and he finds it so endearing.

"T-there's a book fair happening this weekend. I was wondering if you'd like to... go with me."- you say quietly, your eyes meeting his in a shy gaze.

Seungmin's heart hammers fast in his chest.

"I'd love to!"- he says a little too quickly, cringing at himself.

"Great! Um, maybe we could meet up in front of the cafeteria at 5pm?"- you ask, smiling at him.

"Sounds good."- Seungmin nods, trying not to look affected but deep in his mind he's clawing at the figurative wall.

"Where are y'all going?"- Hyunjin butts in suddenly.

"Nowhere of interest to you, Hwang."- you answer with a slight scowl on your face, and Seungmin suppresses a laugh behind his palms.

Hyunjin lifts his arms up in surrender, feigning an innocent look.

"Just say it's a date and I'll be out of your hair."- he says and you almost suffocate on your own saliva. "It's about time my little MongMong gets some."- he smirks and Seungmin is quick to punch his arm hard, making Hyunjin wail dramatically as he almost falls off the chair.

Felix is laughing histerically, holding up his phone as he films the whole chaotic scene.

Your eyes seem to widden at the nickname, the color draining from your face.

"You broke my arm!"- Hyunjin yelps, making a few people turn to look at him with an annoyed look on their faces.

"I'll break the other one too if you don't shut up."- Seungmin threatens while you sit quietly.

"Ugh... I gotta go. I'll see you Saturday."- you look at Seungmin before patting Felix on the head and saying bye to the whole table as you rush out of the cafeteria.

Seungmin stares at the door swinging after you ran out and Hyunjin smirks.

"You better get that p-"

"Finish the sentence, Hwang. I dare you."- Seungmin glares at him with his fist lifted and Hyunjin yelps.

"See! He bullies me! He beats me up!"- he says to Felix who shakes his head, chuckling.

"You're the one who starts it."- Felix says.

"Y'all are against me. I'm leaving."- Hyunjin gets up.

"Goodbye."- Seungmin says and the two of them unceremoniously flip each other off as Felix laughs at them.

"Be nice to y/n. She's a close friend of mine."- Felix says to Seungmin as soon as Hyunjin is out of earshot.

"Oh... Yeah, of course. I promise."- Seungmin says and Felix smiles.

"Good."- he nods and just then Seungmin becomes aware of the butterflies in his stomach.

Seungmin doesn't know how he managed to sleep the night before. Saturday was always his favorite day, but today it was even more special.

"How do I look?"- he's the one to ask Hyunjin that this time around, as his roommate lazes around on his bed, playing some dumb game on his phone.

"Yeah, I'd fuck you."- Hyunjin smirks.

"I didn't ask that, you asshole!"- Seungmin snaps and Hyunjin just laughs.

"It was implied."- he wiggles his eyebrows and Seungmin grabs his pillow.

"See this? I'm gonna suffocate you with it if you keep being gross."- he threatens and Hyunjin just smirks again.

"I mean, if that's what you're into, I'm okay with a little breath play."- he says.

"Oh my god, I am leaving. You're sick."- Seungmin makes gagging noises at his roommate, grabbing his stuff as fast as he could.

Hyunjin is giggling, loving the way he can always annoy his roommate and friend.

"Get that pussy, MongMong!"- he yells after him.

"Shut up, Hwang!"- Seungmin yells back, slamming the door as he steps out into the hallway.

Finally.

He arrives in front of the cafeteria a little too early, and he's shuffling from one foot to another, his heart stuck in his throat. Is this really happening?

Maybe he's just dreaming. If he is, he hopes he'll never wake up because there you are, walking towards him.

Seungmin almost sputters when he sees you with your hair down, wearing a dress and an oversized sweater over it.

It seems like he fell right into a scene from a movie where the protagonist finally gets the girl, and she's walking towards him in slow motion, her hair cascading down her shoulders as the wind blows through it, her face breaking into a smile as she notices him and waves.

Seungmin is absolutely stunned.

"Hey."- you say as you stand in front of him, your perfume and shampoo mixing and filling up the space between you and Seungmin melts.

"Hi. You look... different."- you dumb idiot, he thinks. You look different? What the heck is that?

"T-thanks, I guess?"- you chuckle quietly. "My hair is down, maybe because of that."- you conclude, tucking that one strand behind your ear and Seungmin's hand itches.

"Yeah, could be."- Seungmin hopes the earth swallows him up. Why is he so embarassing?

"Shall we go?"- you ask and Seungmin nods, as the two of you start walking.

Luckily, the location is only a 10 minute walk from your campus, so you didn't have to take the bus.

The two of you walked in silence at first before you found a common theme, talking about your lectures and professors.

Seungmin's worries kept slowly melting away as your conversation flows naturally.

Arriving at the fair, Seungmin had no idea it would be this big. The crowd really was something and there were so many stands with books and trinkets, somewhere down the line there were even stands with drinks and food.

"Oh wow, what a turn up this year!"- you say, your body buzzing with excitement.

"Yeah, I didn't think there'd be a crowd this huge."- Seungmin nods.

"That's not a problem, right?"- you ask, your eyes big and sparkly and he melts.

"No, of course not. I'm excited to see what they have here too."- Seungmin smiles a blindingly bright smile at you, noticing your cheeks becoming redder as you look at him.

You avert your eyes in favor of scanning the books perched on the stands, looking for a new fantasy world to immerse yourself in.

Seungmin quickly found out just how passionate you are about your reading, as you talked and talked like someone opened up a tap of water and the words kept spilling out of your lips.

To say he was delighted to see this more excited, bold side of you was an understatement. He absorbed every single thought you let out in the open, like a man with a hard addiction he wanted to hear more, he wanted you to keep talking so his brain could get a well craved dose of you.

All the talking and walking made the two of you hungry and you made your way towards one of the little fast food stands.

Your hands were occupied with two bags of books and Seungmin held two books that you recommended to him, ones that he planned to read religiously as soon as he could just so the two of you have even more to talk about.

"Let me help you with that."- he says, offering to carry your bags. You almost shy away, saying that it's not necessary but he insists so you give in.

You both get hot dogs and sodas, sitting at one of the high tables.

As you sit and eat, making small talk, Seungmin's eyes fall to your wrist, where you rolled up your sleeve.

A dainty bracelet with a little sun and half moon pendant adorns it and he wonders why it looks so familiar to him. Until it clicks.

Sunbeam28. The woman of his dreams, the one that sends him hot videos on demand, the one that calls him puppy and fucks herself in front of thousands of horny eyes. She has the same bracelet.

Seungmin swallows, it can't be.

It's just a bracelet. Maybe many other people have it, it must be. He gathers his thoughts as you sense his stare and look up at him.

There's no way someone as sweet and innocent as you says the things she says, does the things she does.

"Um, your bracelet. It's pretty."- Seungmin comments.

"Oh!"- you look at your wrist and smile fondly. "Felix got it for me, on my 18th birthday."

"Oh, that's really nice. So you and him?"- Seungmin trails off.

"He's like a brother to me."- you smile, wiping your hands on the napkin.

"Yeah, I figured."- hoped, is what he wants to say but doesn't. "It's nice that he found that bracelet for you, I mean it suits you well."- Seungmin tries again.

"He got it made for me. It's one of a kind."- you say and he almost chokes on his drink.

"Seungmin, are you okay?"- you panic as he coughs, lifting to your feet and tapping his back.

"Mhm."- he nods quickly, swallowing and then drinking again. "Fine. I'm fine."

Completely fucking fine.

That can only mean one thing. You and Sunbeam28 are the same person. Seungmin lets out a quiet incredulous laugh. Out of everywhere in the world the woman on his screen lives on the same campus as him. Out of everyone, he fell for you twice.

But the sweet shy girl with red cheeks in front of him looks nothing like the sexy seductress that could have him wrapped around her finger in a matter of seconds.

He wonders how much you hide away, and he comes to the realization that he already saw everything.

His face feels hot and you look up at him expectantly.

"You sure you're okay?"- you ask.

"Yeah, more than okay."- he tries to reassure you and maybe himself too.

It's almost your streaming time, Seungmin thinks as the two of you walk back towards the campus.

"I had a really good time."- you say shyly when he walks you to your dorm.

"Me too."- he smiles, watching you tuck your hair behind your ear.

He gets an overwhelming wish to taste your cherry colored lips.

"Well, see you Monday."- you say, before turning around and leaving hurriedly.

"See you!"- Seungmin calls behind you, clutching the books in his hand.

He's logged on as soon as Hyunjin disappears off to party at 11pm like clockwork.

"Hi, MongMong22. Glad to see you here again tonight."- a seductive voice says.

Again? Again, like another Sunday or again as in you somehow know?

There's no way you could know.

"Tonight is a special night. I'm feeling extra giving so I will let my viewers take complete control over me. I'm talking what toy I use, how fast or slow I go, where I put it, when I cum... Everything is in your hands my dear viewers. I'm looking forward to tonight."- you let out a little chuckle, and Seungmin is 100% sure now. You are Sunbeam28.

~ We want you naked.

Someone comments and you giggle again.

"Your wish is my command, chat."- you say and take off the flimsy see through black bra and panties.

"Here we have a selection of all my toys. I'm counting on you to be creative."- you say, spreading your legs and letting everyone see your pussy, already glistening with arousal. The thought of being at the mercy of faceless viewers excited you so much.

~ Put on the nipple clamps.

Seungmin types out quickly. He wants, no needs to ruin you. How can you walk around so shyly, your nose always in your books, while here with the promise of anonymity you're such a horny little thing. He can't wrap his head around the duality.

"Anything for you, puppy."- your voice is low as you grab your pretty shiny nipple clamps. You tease your nipples a little, pinching and pulling on them, before you put on the clamps.

A whimper spills from your lips at the pain shooting through you, bringing pleasure to your core as arousal gushes out of it.

You flick your nipples a little, moaning quietly.

~ Does it hurt?

Seungmin asks, his hand palming his hard cock through his boxers.

"Mm it hurts so good pup. So good."- you whimper as you play with them, pulling on them and biting on your lip. Wishing you could close your legs to create some friction for your throbbing pussy but you want your dear viewers to have a good look at your greedy hole the entire time.

~ Use the vibrator

Someone adds and giggles spill from your lips as you take a hold of your toy.

"On my clit?"- you ask, playing with the settings.

~ Yes

Comments pour in and you press the tip on your clit, engorged and throbbing from arousal.

"How high should I turn it on?"

~ Highest. And don't cum unless I tell you to.

Seungmin gets bold, his cock now free from it's confines as he strokes it, his pre cum lubing it up perfectly.

"Mm yes pup."- you moan, turning up the settings to the highest point you could, pressing the vibrator into your clit hard.

"Ah!"- you moan wantonly, the pleasure coursing through your veins.

Seungmin curses as he can now imagine your pretty face, all fucked out, your eyes rolled back and tongue out as you moan, your legs shaking with pleasure, your tight little pussy clenching and begging to be touched and fucked.

He wonders if you still have your glasses on.

You're on the brink, barely holding in and the chat is exploding with different comments but you're waiting for him to tell you to cum.

"P-please, puppy. I wanna cum for you. Please!"- you whimper and Seungmin smirks behind the screen, flicking his wrist and also edging himself, just so he can follow your pace.

He doesn't answer yet, waiting a little more as your legs shake violently, arousal constantly gushing out of your pussy and soaking the bedsheet underneath you.

You play with your pinched nipples, the added pain makes your mind so cloudy and you keep begging.

~ Cum for me.

Seungmin fucks his hand as you grind on your bed.

"Ah, thank you puppy!"- you whimper as you cum, squirting on the bed in front of you, the liquid slides down your ass and you whimper, grinding against your own release.

Seungmin waits, he didn't come yet, not until you fall apart.

~ Let's see that little pussy take the biggest cock.

It's like something possessed him when he types that out, he's always had requests for you but he's never been this crass.

He could see your pussy clench at his words.

"Ah puppy, you wanna see my little pussy stuffed full to the brim? See it take this monster cock inch by inch just for you?"- he can hear the smirk and the need in your voice.

~ Yes. Don't make me wait.

"Ahh my puppy is so bossy tonight."- you tease, grabbing some lube to help you out, pouring it on your hands and the dildo generously before you start spreading it as you pump the toy.

"Watch closely."- you say, the tip of the dildo slowly pushed between your folds, as it catches and slips through and your eyes roll back as the toy breaches in, stretching your little pussy around it.

You whimper, pushing more of the toy in, determined to take as much as you can, push your limits as the thick long dildo forces your cunt open.

~ Fuck yourself faster

He comments and your moans are music to Seungmin's ears, together with the wet sounds your pussy makes as you start pounding your cunt. He fists his cock, matching your pace as you strain your wrist, your hole swallowing more than half the monster dildo.

"Ahh fuck puppy, I wish it was you! Fucking me, ruining my little pussy with your cock!"- you whine as you fuck yourself, the thought of when Hyunjin called your crush MongMong the other day flying through your mind. And you imagine him.

You imagine Seungmin pounding the absolute fuck out of you and you speed up, your head thrown back, not even caring about the camera anymore.

On the other side, Seungmin's legs are shaking as he watches you come undone, his cock twitching and he can't hold it in anymore, his warm cum shooting out in spurts as you babble and fuck your cunt until you explode all over yourself.

"Ah, shit!"- you curse. "I got carried away, chat."

But the comments are overwhelmingly positive as your eyes scan through them, trying to focus on the screen.

~ Please wanna see u fuck ur ass

Someone comments, and you chuckle.

"I'm afraid time's up. But next Saturday, I will wear the prettiest buttplug just for you."- you cheekily click your tongue.

Seungmin is still trying to catch his breath.

And he still can't believe it's you. Sweet y/n. Such a desperate little slut.

He wants to make you his.

It's the only class all four of you have together and Seungmin has a skip in his step after the weekend.

When he sees you standing and talking to Felix, all his confidence crumbles and his face burns as he remembers what he typed out and how sinful you were during that live.

As soon as you notice him, you quickly avert your eyes, your face matching his in color as you both blush. Felix smirks as his eyes travel between the two of you.

"Hello, Minnie."- Felix teases and Seungmin narrows his eyes at him.

"Don't call me that. Sounds like you're calling me short and I'm taller than you."- he says and Felix gasps, grabbing at his chest.

"Damn, don't have to rub it in my face."- he jokes and Hyunjin appears behind him, throwing his arm around Felix's shoulders.

"Who's rubbing what into your face? I volunteer."- he smirks.

"Ew."- you and Seungmin recoil at the same time again, making the two of them chuckle and exchange knowing looks.

"Moving on."- Felix shakes Hyunjin's arm off as he pouts on the side. "Y/n and I were just talking how fun it would be if the four of us would do the assignment together. Specifically, I'd like to pair up with Hyunjin."

"Ah, I know you want me Lix. We can arrange something."- Hyunjin smirks.

"Get your head out of your ass, Hwang."- you chime in and Seungmin can't help the cackle that falls from his lips. But you notice the little blush blossoming on Felix's face and your eyes widden.

Of course he fell for the playboy's charm.

"Anyways! Seungmin and y/n can work on their part together."- Felix continues, playing with his fingers nervously as Hyunjin keeps smirking at him.

"Alright, I like that mash up."- you nod, your cheeks dusted in pink and Seungmin's heart skips a beat.

"How about you come to my place tonight and we can start?"- when did you get so bold, Seungmin thinks. Is he even breathing right now?

"S-sure, that sounds good."

"Great, Lixie you can come to our dorm then. The snooze fest will happen over at y/n's dorm and you can have the only fun person here all to yourself."- Hyunjin wiggles his eyebrows at Felix.

"I'm sure he's absolutely estatic about that."- Seungmin shakes his head, missing the way Felix fumbles over his words.

"I promise I'll behave."- Hyunjin winks.

He definitely will not behave, Seungmin thinks, but as he looks at Felix he concludes that maybe Felix would like that.

The evening comes around quicker than anticipated. Seungmin is in front of your door, checking his hair, his breath and his heartbeat a hundred times.

He brought his laptop and stuff to work on the project together but that's the last thing in his mind right now.

He's gonna see the room. The bed. The one you do the most sinful things on, in front of the camera.

He knocks and you open the door, looking comfy and sweet, your hair up in your famous bun, the strands falling into the frame of your glasses and you're wearing a cute pyjama set, complete with shorts that reveal your pretty legs.

That must be on purpose, Seungmin thinks, or hopes.

"Hey, I hope it's not messy. I had to help my roommate pack, she's had some family emergency so I didn't get to clean up everything."

"No, it's completely fine. I understand."- Seungmin smiles as you lead him to your room.

"Let's just go to my room, my computer and materials are there."- you say and he follows, visibly gulping.

The moment he steps in, recognition settles in his stomach.

"Sit wherever you want."- you say. Will he dare to sit on the bed?

Yes, he will.

He sits down and looks up at you, you're biting at your lip like your were contemplating something, your eyes averting away from his, your cheeks becoming rosy again.

"Let's begin."- you quickly snap out of whatever you were thinking about and sit at your table.

Seungmin is disappointed but he's convinced you'd never make the first move even if you did want him and somehow he feels he'd have to break that ice soon or he might miss his chance with you.

Two hours later, both of you get a little tired and hungry from all the work you've done so you decide to order some food. In the meantime you show him some of your favorite books from your book collection (part of it that you could have in the dorm), and his heart swells at your excited babbling.

The food arrives shortly and you invite Seungmin to sit next to you so the two of you can eat. The table is small, your hands keep brushing against each other as you reach for different side dishes, your knees pressed against each other.

Something stirs inside him and Seungmin watches you as you wipe your lips with a napkin, that damn hair getting in your eyes again.

He can't ignore the need anymore, his hand reaches to tuck the strand behind your ear. You freeze before you look up at him.

"You're really pretty."- he says suddenly, surprising himself.

"Seungmin-" - you start, a little gasp escaping your lips as his hand cups your cheek.

"No, let me finish. I need to say it now when I feel brave. I- I really like you. Well, more than that. I'm falling for you, y/n and I don't know if I've read the signals wrong but I think you might feel the same."

"Oh..."- you look shocked, your tongue darting out to wet your lips. "I do, I really do. I've had a crush on you ever since I first saw you."- you confess, playing with your fingers.

Seungmin feels delighted, like a weight has been lifted off of his chest and he smiles brightly and sweetly at you.

"Can I kiss you?"- he asks quietly and your heart skips a beat.

"Please."- your voice almost comes out in a whimper and both of you lean in, your lips touching, figurative fireworks exploding around you as you sigh a breath of relief into each other, your lips moving perfectly together.

The kiss becomes heated quickly, as you keep leaning closer into each other, hands roaming on your bodies.

"S-Seungmin, I need to ask you something."- you whisper against his lips and he leans back, looking at you with hazy eyes.

"Anything."- he nods.

"Are you... Are you MongMong22?"- you gulp and his eyes widden as he gasps.

"You know?"- he asks and you chuckle nervously.

"Hyunjin called you that one time. Did you know I was-"

"Sunbeam28? Found out recently. Well I figured it out by your bracelet."

"I knew you knew. As soon as you asked me about it."- you say and a glint of something dangerous shines in your eyes.

"Are you uncomfortable that I know your secret?"- Seungmin asks.

"God no. I can just skip explaining it to you, if we're gonna date. I want to be transparent about it and somehow knowing you know and that you're... well, my biggest fan is somehow comforting."- you chuckle.

"I am your biggest fan."- Seungmin smirks, his gut stirring.

"What now?"- you swallow.

"Now, I'm gonna kiss you again."- Seungmin says, his eyes darkening as he leans in and kisses you slowly, his tongue pushing your lips open and playing with yours. You moan into the kiss, holding onto him desperately as his hands ground you.

"Wanna move this to the bed?"- you ask and Seungmin lets out a chuckle as he stands up.

You stand up too, fully expecting him to take you to your bed but Seungmin grabs you, making you squeal in surprise as he turns you around, pressing you into the table, and pressing his semi hard cock into your ass. His hand grips your bun and he pulls your head back.

"A-ah!"- you whimper in surprise and arousal.

"What's your safeword?"- he asks and you shiver.

"Are you familiar with the traffic light system?"- you ask, your voice trembling.

"Of course."- his breath ghosts on your neck, lips brushing against your skin.

Your lips open and close a few times but no coherent words come out as he starts grinding his cock between your plush asscheeks.

"Is this what you craved all this time, hm?"- his voice is low as he whispers into your ear.

"Mm, yes."- you let out a shaky breath as you grip at the shelf before you.

"You act all innocent and sweet, hiding behind those big glasses when you're nothing but a little slut looking to have all her holes filled."- he says and you gasp as his free hand comes up to grab your breast.

Good thing you didn't wear a bra today.

Seungmin turns you around, his long fingers wrapping around your neck before he leans in to kiss you hard, dominating you as he presses his body against yours. You melt as you wrap your arms around him, you can't believe this is actually happening and neither can he.

For some reason it feels natural as he leads you to the bed. Before you can lay down he stops you as he smirks.

"Strip."- he orders and you listen immediately, getting rid of your pjs and your panties. You had no problem showing your body on camera, and now even less with Seungmin, knowing he loves it, knowing he came so many times just because of you.

There's a kind of power you feel in that moment, and you decide to put everything in his hands, let him take the reigns this time, knowing you definitely have him wrapped around your little finger.

Seungmin pushes you down and you sit on the bed where he's seen you sit many times before, but this time he can see your pretty face together with your beautiful body that he's seen so many times on the screen and craved to touch it.

You reach to take your glasses off and he stops you.

"Leave those on. You look so sexy like that."- he says and you whimper quietly, spreading your legs tentively.

Seungmin chuckles, hands gripping your plushy thighs.

"Already spreading your legs? So eager."- he smirks.

"Yeah, don't you want me to?"- you bat your eyelashes at him, your pussy on display, gushing with arousal, knowing that you're at his mercy now.

"Keep them open then."- he says, spreading you even more, until there's resistance and your inner thighs hurt but you stay spread for him.

"Anything for you, pup."- you smirk and hearing you say that nickname in real life makes his dick twitch. "Whatever you want I-"

"You talk too much."- he stops you, fingertips on your lips and you part them, allowing him to push two of his fingers in.

You whimper around his digits, your eyes rolling back as his other hand slides down to caress your breast and play with your nipple.

You start sucking on his fingers as he pushes them as deep as he can, pinching and pulling your nipple harshly. You jolt, moaning around him again as he hovers over you.

"You like being pacified like this?"- you nod weakly. "Maybe you need something bigger, hm?"

You keen as he pulls out his fingers, his hands moving to remove his belt and unbutton his pants.

The belt is placed aside, and he lets his pants fall to his ankles before he steps out and pushes them aside.

His shirt comes off next and you almost wanna grind on the bed from the neediness you feel.

Seungmin is smirking as you eye his bulge, gulping at the size of it.

"Whenever I watched your live streams, I wished I could see your face, so many times I've wanted to ask you to send me a video of you sucking on your favorite toy. I'd make you take all of it. I don't care how but you'd do it."

"I would! I swear!"- you whimper. "Please!"

"Please what?"- Seungmin grips your hair, your bun messed up now.

"Let me make your fantasy come true but even better."- you look at him with a mix of lust and cheekiness and Seungmin really wants to stuff your face full of his cock.

He finally gets rid of his boxers, his hard cock springing out, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

"I wanna be on my knees for you, puppy."- you whimper, and Seungmin's cock visibly twitches.

"Be my guest."- he smirks and you get down on your knees, wasting no time as you wrap your lips around his head, tongue lapping at the pre-cum.

Seungmin sucks in a sharp breath, his hand coming around to grip and hold onto your messy bun.

You suck eagerly and he chuckles a little.

"I think you want more."- he slowly slides more of his length in as he holds your head down and your eyes flutter as you look up at him hazily, folding your hands on your back.

Seungmin fucks your face slowly at first, pushing a little bit more in with every thrust, watching your pretty eyes stare at him through your glasses.

You take it, relaxing your throat and steadying your breathing, you've trained yourself to not gag and be a perfect slut, especially if one day you'd wanna reveal your face and suck on your toys in front of all your eager viewers.

Seungmin easily slides all his length into your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat, your nose buried in his pubic hair.

Your eyes roll back and so do his, you're so warm and compliant, like your mouth was made for swallowing his whole cock.

"Tap my thigh if you can't take it."- he says, a bit breathless before he grips your hair harder and starts fucking your face.

Your eyes are blurry, tears sliding down your cheeks, as Seungmin abuses your throat with his thick, long cock but you love the feeling of choking on him every time his throbbing tip hits the back of your throat.

Your pussy clenches around nothing, your arousal dripping down your inner thighs and you press them together.

Seungmin's eyes are trained on your face, you look so pretty like this, all eager and full of him, your glasses sliding down your nose, strands of your hair framing your flushed teary cheeks.

"Fuck, you're beautiful."- Seungmin's cock twitches inside you, and he's already close.

Just the image of you taking it drives him crazy and he starts fucking your face wildly, you wonder how your glasses don't fall off from the strength he's fucking you with.

"I'm close."- he whines and you moan around him, more tears spilling out.

"You're gonna take all of it. Swallow like a good slut."- he moans as he fucks into you hard.

Your eyes flutter at his words and his hips stutter before he shoots his load right into your throat and you almost choke on it. You swallow as quickly as you can, taking everything he's giving you.

"Shit."- he leans away, his cock slipping out of your mouth and you cough a little, a dopey smirk on your face as he reaches to wipe your tears away.

He helps you up and kisses you until you're breathless, tasting himself on your tongue.

Your body is pushed down on your bed and Seungmin slots himself between your thighs.

"Tell me, is your collection of toys hidden somewhere around here?"

"Oh, yeah. You wanna see? Maybe use some of them on me?"- you bite on your lip.

"Another time. Tonight I want you to only know the shape of my cock."- he smirks, dragging his already semi-hard cock on your soaking wet pussy.

"S-Seungmin!"- you whimper, your pussy pulsating with arousal and need to be filled up.

He moves back, leaving you wanting more, his hands splayed on your waist and then hips before he quickly turns you around on all fours.

You gasp a little, grabbing at your pillow and you hear the buckle of his belt jingling.

"I want your hands above your head."- he says and you obey, he ties your wrists together and your hands to the bed with his belt.

You whimper as he spreads your legs more and lands a smack on your ass.

"Wanted to feel you for so long."- he runs his tip on your wet pussy, the folds opening up and inviting him in.

"Wanted to make you mine."- he growls lowly, the tip sliding inside you, one of his hands on the back of your neck, holding your head down and the other holding onto your hip.

"Make me yours, Seungmin! I want to be only yours!"- you moan as he slowly pushes in.

"Only my slut, yeah?"

"Yes, only your slut!"- his cock slides in easily due to your wetness and eagerness, he bottoms out quickly, filling you up to the brim and making both of you groan at the feeling.

"S-so full."- you moan, pushing your hips back into him.

"Yeah, you feel full?"- Seungmin chuckles, dragging his cock out before slamming it back into you with force, making your body lunge forward.

"M-more!"- you beg and Seungmin grips both your hips, knowing you can take it hard and fast, he's seen how you fuck yourself multiple times.

His hips start moving faster, slamming into you, his cock abusing your wet hole, the squelching and slapping sounds filling up the room.

"S-spank me, please!"- you moan desperately, your fingers clutching at the belt that's digging into your skin deliciously.

Seungmin indulges you, spanking you hard with every thrust, bringing his weight down onto you as he hovers over you. Your upper body is pressed into the matress, only your ass is up as you take his cock deep inside.

His other hand tangles in your messy hair, gripping a fistful of it.

You're a crying, whining mess as he rips you apart, his cock is unforgiving inside you, better than any plastic toy you have.

"Fuck, you take my cock so well. You're nothing but a little slut. Wouldn't you like it if I turned the camera on now, let everyone watch you get fucked?"

"Mm yes, yes!"- your mind is mushy and you're close, feeling like you're going to explode.

"Cum for me slut. Only for me."- Seungmin growls as he spanks you hard, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix.

"Ah yes! Seungmin!"- you whine loudly, exploding around his length, and he pulls out quickly cumming on your ass as you squirt.

The feeling of his hot cum on your skin makes you whimper as you grip at the belt harder.

The only thing that can be heard for a few moments is both of you breathing heavily before you hear Seungmin standing up and leaving to your bathroom.

You lay with your eyes closed, trying to come back down from the high and he comes back with a warm wet cloth, gently cleaning you up.

"How long are you keeping me tied up?"- you smile cheekily and Seungmin chuckles, your hair is a mess, your glasses lopsided and your cheeks tear stained. You look absolutely adorable to him and he falls into you even more.

"Just a few more moments."- he teases, wiggling his eyebrows, but he reaches for the belt, untying it and freeing your hands.

Your wrists are red and Seungmin gasps a little as you turn around, he gently takes your hands in his and brings them to his lips.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you."- he says.

"No, it's fine. I can take it."- you bite on your lip as he leaves little kisses all over your heated skin.

"I wanted to ask you out on a date but um... I guess we fast-forwarded a little."- Seungmin chuckles as you slowly sit up.

"I'd love to go on a date."- you smile, your hand inching closer to his, your fingers tangling together.

"Could end up a double date with Felix and Hyunjin though."- you add, giggling behind your palm.

"I thought I picked up on that but I wasn't sure."- he shakes his head.

"We'll see tomorrow."- you shrug.

"When's your roommate coming back?"- Seungmin asks, suddenly seeming timid.

"Oh, not in a few days probably. You can stay the night if that's what you're asking."- you smirk and pull him down, grabbing your blanket and throwing it haphazardly around the two of you.

Your legs tangle together and you look at each other, hands gently roaming everywhere.

"Do you mind me stripping and doing all that stuff in front of the camera?"- you ask and Seungmin chuckles.

"No, as long as I'm the only one who gets you in real life."- he kisses your forehead and your heart flutters.

"I like the sound of that."- you smile and settle into the crook of his neck as he wraps his arms around you.

Sleep comes easy to the both of you.

The next day as you approach the cafeteria, the two of you see Hyunjin and Felix walking towards you, holding onto each other's pinky fingers.

"Look at that."- you laugh as you near them.

Felix quickly rips his hand away from Hyunjin when he notices both of you walking towards them.

"Hey, why are you ashamed of me! I'm like the hottest guy on campus!"- Hyunjin flails his arms dramatically.

"See, it's that attitude."- Felix comments and both of you laugh.

"And here I thought you liked my cockiness."- Hyunjin narrows his eyes at Felix, a shit-eating grin on his face.

"This is what I put up with."- he shakes his head at the taller boy.

"Is there something the two of you would like to share with us?"- you smirk.

"Only if the two of you also have something to share."- Hyunjin smirks back.

"How about we share a double date on Friday?"- Seungmin asks, winking at you.

"Finally! A foursome!"- Hyunjin exclaims and Felix smacks his arm.

"No more foursomes for you."- he hisses and everyone laughs.

"Alright, alright. You can keep me all to yourself."- Hyunjin wiggles his eyebrows and Felix smiles shyly, his cheeks rosy.

You and Seungmin intertwine your fingers, your palms pressing together as you smile at each other.

Maybe it was meant to be like this from the beginning.

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writeriguess · 13 days ago

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hiii can i request a kiri x reader who gets caught in kiri's dorm by the bakusquad LOL

thank you ILYYY

Busted! (But Make It Awkward)

You always knew sneaking into Kirishima’s dorm came with risks. The guys were always around, especially Bakugo, who had some kind of sixth sense for knowing when people were up to no good. But after a long week of training and classes, neither of you could resist.

Your boyfriend’s hands are all over you, calloused palms gripping your thighs as he presses you against his mattress. His lips are warm, moving hungrily over yours, and you’re just about to completely lose yourself in the moment when—

BANG!

The door swings open so hard it bounces off the wall.

“What the—OH, HELL NO!”

Bakugo’s voice booms through the room, and suddenly, the heavy heat of Kirishima’s body on top of you is the least of your concerns. You barely have time to register the situation before Kaminari's cackle follows.

“Dude, I KNEW IT!” Kaminari hollers, pointing at the both of you.

You let out a mortified yelp, scrambling to pull the blanket over yourself as Kirishima twists around, shielding you from their view. His face is as red as his hair.

“HOLY SHIT, CLOSE THE DOOR!” Kirishima yells, but it's too late. The damage is done.

Sero, standing next to Kaminari with his mouth hanging open, finally bursts out laughing. “Yo, I did NOT need to see Kirishima’s bare ass today, man.”

“I did,” Mina deadpans. “And I have no regrets.”

You groan, burying your face into Kirishima’s shoulder as he lets out an awkward, nervous chuckle. “C’mon, guys, can we NOT make this weirder than it already is?”

“Too late,” Bakugo snarls, still standing in the doorway like he’s about to burn the entire room down. “You idiots left the damn door unlocked.”

Kirishima runs a hand down his face. “Okay, fair point. But, uh… GET OUT!”

Kaminari is doubled over, practically wheezing. “Bro. I just—HAHA—I can’t believe you—pffft—”

Sero elbows him. “What’d I tell you? I KNEW they were sneaking around, but no one believed me.”

Mina grins. “I believed you. But I thought they were just making out, not going full-on ‘Netflix and Chill’ in here.”

You groan again, kicking Kirishima under the blanket. “Say something!” you whisper-shout at him.

He clears his throat, his voice cracking slightly. “Uh, guys, this is, like, really not the time. Can we talk about this later?”

Mina hums. “Hmm. Nah, I don’t think so.”

Bakugo is still seething. “You—both of you—DISGUST ME.”

You peek out from behind Kirishima, still clinging to the blanket for dear life. “Well, you could’ve knocked!”

“I DIDN’T THINK I NEEDED TO!” Bakugo explodes, his hands sparking. “WHO THE HELL JUST—JUST DOES IT WITH THE DOOR UNLOCKED?!”

Kirishima cringes. “Honestly? That’s a valid criticism.”

“Oh, so now you’re admitting you’re a dumbass?” Bakugo snaps.

Kaminari finally straightens up, wiping a tear from his eye. “Man, you’re gonna NEVER live this down. Every time I see you two together now, I’m gonna think of this exact moment.”

You groan, flopping back onto the bed. “This is literally my worst nightmare.”

Kirishima rubs the back of his neck, still red-faced. “Okay, okay, you guys had your fun. Now can you please just—”

“Fine,” Mina interrupts, smirking. “But just so you know, you’re never getting rid of this mental image.”

Sero grins. “Oh yeah. Burned into my memory forever.”

“Same,” Kaminari says.

“SHUT UP AND GET OUT!” Kirishima practically roars, and finally, finally, they listen.

Mina gives you a little wave. “Bye, lovebirds~” she singsongs before slamming the door shut behind her.

Silence.

You and Kirishima just sit there, staring at the ceiling. After a moment, you both exhale at the same time.

“I’m transferring schools,” you declare.

Kirishima lets out a weak laugh. “Nah, babe. We’ll get through this.”

You turn your head to look at him. “How?”

He grins, running a hand through his wild red hair. “By never leaving this room ever again.”

“…Valid.”

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #x reader #bnha #mha #mha fanfiction #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima eijirou #eijirou kirishima

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educatedsimps · 10 months ago

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sakusa kiyoomi x f!reader

a/n: saw a fanart of chibi sakusa and this came to mind so i just had to write this out to get it out of my head 🫠 sorry if my writing's not perfect i wrote this in like an hour HAHAHDHDJSJSHD

cw: FLUFF, parenting au, atsumu being annoying

wc: 586

Kiyoomi had always expressed how much he wanted your kids to have your features - from your hair, your eyes, your smile, your laugh, he wanted them to inherit everything about you. He essentially wanted his kids to be mini clones of you, the person he loved and admired the most in the world.

However, when your first child was born, it was pretty clear that she'd take after her father. Immediately, you noticed birth marks at almost the exact same spot as her father, and as she grew older, her hair started to curl at the ends just like her father's. Unsurprisingly, they had similar personalities too. She was probably the most educated six year old when it came to personal and public hygiene.

And when Reina's little brother was born, you swore they could be twins. That is, if you ignored the eight year age gap between them. Akimitsu, like his sister, took after Kiyoomi. He had the same dark curly hair and sharp eyes as his father, but one difference between him and his sister was that he had a much more outgoing personality. Even at six months old, he was already smiling, laughing, pointing and waving at everyone he passes by.

Today was no different. Strapped to his father's chest, Akimitsu was excitedly pointing towards his older sister practising volleyball in front of him and babbling incoherently. Next to him, the one and only Miya Atsumu was seated on the bench watching his twin boys practice their volleyball skills with Reina. You watched as your husband fished out a pack of tissues and wiped away the drool on his baby's chin.

"Dude, what's up with your sets today? Even Reina can't spike your shit sets and she's a better spiker than me!" Ryūjin exclaimed, pointing accusingly at his brother.

"Shut yer trap, Ryū! Yer just jealous 'cause my sets are still better than yours!" Ryōta retorted. Turning to his friend, he apologised, "Sorry, Reina, I'll work on my sets."

Reina scrunched her face in slight annoyance but acknowledged her friend.

"Y'know, Omi-kun, yer daughter somehow looks even more like you when she does that," Atsumu chortled.

Confused, Kiyoomi looked up at the blonde setter. "Does what?"

"THAT!" Atsumu screeched, pointing at Kiyoomi's face, which was, of course, scrunched up like his daughter's. Kiyoomi hurriedly covered his son's ears at the sheer volume of Atsumu's outburst.

"Will ya keep it down? My kid's gonna go deaf at this rate," Kiyoomi huffed, glaring at Atsumu. The latter sheepishly apologised.

"But for real though, your kids are basically your clones," Atsumu continued, "Guess ya don't have to worry about 'em not bein' yours, right?"

That earned him a hard slap on the back of his head by both you and Kiyoomi.

"THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?" Atsumu cried, rubbing the back of his head to relieve the pain.

"Excuse me, sir, what are you insinuating?" You spouted, glaring at him. For all the years you had known him — since high school, to be exact —Atsumu had never failed to come up with the most insensitive lines.

"I'm just sayin'! It's cute that yer kids look so much like you!" Atsumu sulked.

"No shit they're mine, baka," Kiyoomi grumbled, the annoyed scrunch once again making an appearance on his face.

Hearing a fit of giggles, you all turned to Akimitsu who was pointing at Atsumu with a gummy smile on his face.

"Ba...Baka!"

The six month old happily clapped and cheered as Atsumu was left dumbfounded.

a/n: sakusa’s children would 100% inherit his curly hair YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE like it’s literally so cute. they’d have the same scrunched face when they’re annoyed AND IT'S FREAKING ADORABLE anyway i titled this one ctrl C ctrl V for obvious reasons HAHA

#educated.simps #haikyuu x reader #lyssa.writes #simps.write #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff #sakusa kiyoomi #hq sakusa #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #kiyoomi sakusa x reader #sakusa x reader fluff #sakusa fluff #sakusa kiyoomi x reader fluff

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akascow · 5 months ago

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i keep thinking about the end of this post i made lmfao:

"i like that in the last battle he just accepts it: realizes hes in the same position as future jayce, but just closes his eyes... he knew the only way to get through to viktor wasnt through fighting, but talking. which has been the basis of both of their worldviews for the whole show,, which is WHY IT WORKED"

bc wow i kinda cooked with that one HAHA

(also it like totally relates to the act3 message about how killing is a cycle and the only way to stop the killing is to literally Stop The Killing lmao)

but like, to elaborate on it i just think its so significant given that jayce and viktor were always opposed to killing others or using hextech against ppl less equipped:

-jayce's anti shimmer plan crumbles the second he accidentally kills a zaunite child.

-viktor adamantly opposes the idea of building weapons the entire first season because theyre scientists, not soldiers.

-jayce throws up and almost has a panic attack seeing a bunch of enforcers stain the bridge with blood after the firelight bombs.

-viktor abandons his whole hexcore idea the moment sky dies from it, begging jayce to destroy it

-jayce completely disagrees in the use of hextech weapons even after viktor dies from the attack on the council

their goal was always to use hextech to help, not hurt.

and yes they do stray from that ideology a couple times bc of like,, moments of weakness or wtvr lol:

viktor in his Machine Herald basically killing the body and leaving the soul of everyone who joins his cult i mean harem i mean community,, ((although im pretty certain the hexcore was kinda like a virus- influencing his actions with the main goal of spreading,, and i truly believe he genuinely thought he was helping people and not like, literally killing them lol))

and jayce making some weapons for the strike team later, but you can see hes clearly distraught from breaking another promise to viktor (his wound literally reopens as a metaphor lmao)

and they try to fight each other in order to share their disagreement of the other's actions, viktor tries to make jayce see his vision, doesnt work, he tries to choke him to death. jayce tries to make viktor see that what hes doing is wrong, doesnt work, he blasts vik's puppets with his hammer lmao.

but what does work ? putting down the weapons. in the end they accomplish the mutual goal without violence. mainly because they literally cannot bring themselves to kill the other but

they never really wanted to fight, no less kill, each other in the first place. because they shared that mutual worldview, they were never in favor of violence against their enemies. both of them even show regret while trying to kill each other too. jayce's anomaly screaming trying to pull away from blasting viktor in the chest, and viktor failing to persuade jayce to his side, voicing his apology before attempting to kill him.

jayce gets to the tower and sees hes in the same position as his future self. realizing he cant beat viktor like this, and everything he saw in the future timeline is inevitable, he closes his eyes, tired from fighting. but what does viktor do? does he kill him? turn him into a puppet like the others? no, viktor lets him into his world, letting him see what he sees.

viktor shares his motivation, humanity's weaknesses causes senseless war. but instead of arguing at that, jayce just talks to him, sharing his words of affection. yes humaity has weakness, but what viktor always viewed as weakness is actually what makes people admirable. and jayce hugs him, he shows viktor the truth of what is to come continuing this path, letting viktor know what he knows.

and thats how viktor breaks free. with a hug. practically the exact opposite of violence.

and again, they fix their mistake together, holding hands and embracing each other, sharing that pain and guilt of the fact that they did hurt people, and choosing to take themselves out in pursuit of correcting that mistake.

...and isnt that just beautiful HAHA

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noctiva · 1 month ago

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How about Toby with a reader that has a cigarette kink? Like just gets turned on by him taking a hit during sex haha (maybe putting it out on them idk 👀)

I love when me and my readers are on the exact same wavelength <3 Toby smoking!! helloooo sailor!!

Inhale, Exhale

Toby Rogers x F!Reader

WC: 7.3k

Summary: There’s a lot of things you find hot about your boyfriend. Him smoking, though? That might just take the cake. Good thing that he’s on board when you tell him about it.

CW: Explicit sexual content, 18+ content, unsafe sex, smoking kink?? idk the name for it, slight masochism and sadism, reader gets a cigarette put out on her, Toby speaking german, oral sex (male receiving), deepthroating, messy sweaty sex, dirty talk, a little bit of mocking, big dick toby bc duh, hair pulling, creampie, praise kink, multiple orgasms, size kink I suppose

Reminder to separate reality from fiction! Some of the acts written here aren’t meant to be replicated irl! Stay safe!

for any german just highlight then click translate!! <3

NSFW under the cut! Minors do not interact!

Everyone has something (or maybe multiple things) they find strangely attractive about their significant other.

Maybe it’s the way they laugh - the way their eyes crinkle up and their breathing turns into a wheeze. Maybe it’s how they look when they’re freshly rolled out of bed, with hair mussed up and drooping bleary eyes. Maybe, it’s something a bit more obvious, like the curve of their hips or the slope of their neck - both looking best adorned with splotchy marks of your desire.

For you, it was something you refused to bring up to him. Because it just seemed so… Oddly embarrassing. So strange in the way such a simple habit of his made your skin heat up just from watching him partake in it.

But was it really your fault, that Toby looked so agonizingly good when he smoked?

There was just something about it. Keeping the cigarette perched between his lips as he exhaled the smoke through his nose, hands busied as he sharpened his hatchets in the backyard. The way his cheeks hollowed when he took a drag, or how runaway smoke would always drift out the gash on the side of his face. Maybe it was how serene he always looked while doing it - nicotine being the perfect bandaid for all of his wearies and troubles, leaving him with not even a wrinkle of stress as he filled his lungs to the brim with miasma.

It was cute, how he always kept one tucked behind his ear in case of ‘emergencies’ as he had put it. It was even cuter, how he’d nibble of the filter of one but not light it when he was getting close to running out.

You know that you probably shouldn’t find it hot. Shouldn’t encourage it, definitely, because it surely wasn’t a healthy habit (especially with the rate at which he partook in it) but you just couldn’t help yourself.

He made it look so effortlessly good. Unaware that he was even brewing these thoughts within you as he flicked his lighter for the millionth time that day - casting a golden glow against the features of his face.

Every time he lit up, you had to clench your fists to try and negate the urge to jump his bones right then and there. It was maddening really, how such a simple act could turn you into a simmering puddle of desire. It was even more maddening, that Toby was none the wiser.

You’d think that it would get obvious, but as much as you loved him, Toby wasn’t exactly the best at picking up on social cues. It had taken you literal months of dropping the most obvious hints known to man before he realized that you actually liked him. So it’s not really a surprise at all, that he hadn’t caught on to your sick desire yet.

If anything, he thought that you were just thinking about picking up a smoking for yourself. Whenever he caught you staring a little too long, or fixating on the sight of the cigarette slotted between his lips, all you’d get in return was a raised eyebrow and his hand extending it to you as an offer.

You’d always refuse. You didn’t want to smoke for yourself, you just wanted to lick the taste of tobacco off of his lips.

Which, was precisely what you were doing right now.

Sat on Toby’s lap, your arms lay resting around his shoulders, lips slotted against his as he lets out little rumbles of appreciation against you. His hands rest of your hips, squeezing softly, pulling you in closer and closer with each second that passed by.

He had gotten home from a mission a few hours ago, and you had barely given him time to dry off from his shower before you were preying on him - watching him from the bed as he tugged a pair of baggy sweatpants over his hips, his still damp hair dripping onto his skin and rolling down the slope of his back.

Toby didn’t complain, of course, how could he? Coming home from the brutality of his job, just to be showered with attention and affection from the woman he loved most. It didn’t take long for him to join you on the bed, took even less time for innocent cuddling to escalate into something more, and from there it took mere seconds before you found yourself perched on his lap - running your hands down his bare chest to feel each groove and dip of his muscles and scars.

“Y-You’re needy today.” He murmured softly against your lips, unable to help the sly smile that stretched across his face as you slowly began to rock against him. Barely there movements of your hips, like maybe if you’re sneaky enough about it he won’t notice. “What’s g-gotten into you, pretty girl?”

What’s gotten into you, indeed. Well, maybe the fact that you can still taste the smoke on his lips. Maybe it’s because despite the clean, crisp scent of soap and shampoo that was wafting off of him, it was bordered with that familiar twang of burnt tobacco. Why? Well because he had slotted a cigarette between his lips before he had even gotten dressed properly, puffing away at it to ease away the unspent nerves from his mission. Something that might’ve been a nuisance to anyone else, but to you? It was the cherry on top to having him finally home.

“Nothin’.” You answer back softly as your lips slowly trail from his mouth, down the curve of his jaw. God, you can taste it on his skin too. That smoky musk that coated him completely. The perfect accent to the squeaky clean scent it was covering up. You feel goosebumps rise on the back of your neck before a shiver goes down your spine, and the you let out a shuddering breath just next to his ear. “Just missed you.” That was an understatement, and you knew he could tell. You had barely done anything more than kiss him, and yet you were burning up beneath your clothes - sweat beading up on your brow just from being so close to him. “And… You taste good.”

Toby’s eyebrows shoot up, and he pauses for a second before letting out a deep chuckle that rumbles out from his chest. One of the hands gripping your waist slides upwards, cupping the back of your neck as your nose into his hair and nip at his earlobe. He couldn’t deny how intoxicating this felt, being the object of your unwavering desire. He barely even had to do anything and yet you were melting into him - the movements of your hips growing more obvious as you pressed your body further against him.

He was a lucky, lucky man. If only he knew he was just about to get luckier.

“I taste g-good?” He laughs softly, his thumb rubbing gentle circles against your hipbone as his other hand curls into your hair. He could feel the heat radiating off of you, permeating through your clothes to beat against his bare skin. Your attraction towards him was always obvious, but right now it was palpable - thickening the air around the two of you, shallowing his breathing as you pulled him further and further down into your pool of desire. “Baby, I p-probably taste like an ashtray right n-now.”

And he wasn’t wrong. He did. It coated his skin like a film, sunk into his hair and clung to his very essence no matter how many times he scrubbed himself clean. You loved it. Loved how musky and raw it was, how it left your tongue tasting bitter when you pulled away from him - like he was leaving a stain on you. It seeped out of his pores when his sweat mixed with yours, dirtying you from the inside out, stripping away the sweetness you sported and making you cohesive with his scent instead.

“You do.” You murmur as your lips drag against his neck. Back up his jawline, across his cheek, finding a home against his once more. “I like it.”

So intoxicated, you just couldn’t help but finally let the cat out of the bag. In your opinion, it’s been out for a very long time, Toby’s just been too oblivious to realize. You supposed you couldn’t blame him. He viewed his smoking as a troublesome, dirty addiction. Of course he wouldn’t expect you to be into it.

As proven by the way his eyebrows immediately furrow once your words sunk in. Staring up into your eyes from below, you could see the mixture of shock and confusion swimming in his irises. His gaze darting around your face with a desperate need to figure you out.

Because, you liked it? Liked the taste of ash on your tongue? That couldn’t be right. Everyone else he came in contact to who wasn’t a smoker constantly complained about the smell. Scrunching their noses up when he got too close, letting out an annoyed scoff at the sound of his lighter flicking.

But you? You didn’t just… not mind it, like he had originally assumed. You were a fan of it. A big fan, actually, if the way you were turning to mush in his hands was anything yo go by. Was that why? Was it the ember at the tip of his cigarette, that ignited you?

Was it not because you were fighting the urge to indulge in smoking yourself? Was it because you wanted to indulge in him, instead?

His brain was struggling to compute all of it, but all of the answers he could possibly need were laid out clear as day in the depths of your eyes. He could drown in the potency of the desire swirling within them. Not trying to mask it at all anymore, letting him see just how deep your attraction for him ran.

From where he was sitting, it looked bottomless.

“You… You like it.” He breathes out those words in repetition, not as a question, because he knows the answer anyway. It’s a statement. An affirmation. An acceptance of something he never thought would be brewing in the pretty little head of yours.

His fingers dance against your waist, quivering as they sneak up and under the hem of your shirt - splaying against the warm skin hidden beneath before they’re smoothing up the expanse of your back. You’re burning up, he can feel it. He himself felt warm but compared to you? His palm felt cold against the all consuming heat you were coated in. “H-How much?”

Cradling your head with his other hand, he coaxes you in closer, not stopping until the tip of your nose was pressed to his. “How much do you l-like it?” He can hear his own voice quivering, buckling under the weight of the desire that was wrapping itself around his limbs. His head felt like it was underwater, and yet all of his senses had suddenly spiked. Every sound that wasn’t your heartbeat and breathing sounding muffled. His skin tingling wherever it met yours.

He has to hear you say it. Has to know just exactly what you’re getting at. Because he’ll give it to you - he’ll always give it to you. No order too tall, for the woman he loved the most.

And with him so clearly on board, it felt like a disservice to yourself to try and hide it any longer.

“I like it… A lot.” You whisper, breath fanning against his lips as you look into his eyes. Gaze unwavering. Really letting it sink in that this is nothing but the bare truth. “I like the taste of it. The smell of it.” You hesitate for just a moment before laying it all bare. “I like watching you do it. I think it’s really hot.”

Hook, line, and sinker - you got him good. It’s almost embarrassing how viscerally his body reacts to those softly spoken words. Feeling it immediately as all the blood in his brain rushes south so quickly it nearly makes him feel lightheaded. His already shaky breathing catches in his throat, lungs feeling tight as he stares up at you in a state of near awe.

You just got better and better every single day, didn’t you? Just when he thought he couldn’t win even more than he already had.

“You do?” You feel his fingers curl against your back, blunt fingernails scratching against your skin as he tries to reign himself in. It’s not working, and you can tell, because he’s just getting harder and harder beneath you. “Th-That why you’re always watchin’ me like a hawk when I do it?” His other hand frees itself from your hair only to grasp your chin, holding you in place. “I just thought y-you wanted a taste.” You watch as his lips curl up into a cocky grin. “You do, just n-not how I had thought.”

You could practically see it, the moment that switch flips in his brain. When the shock and disbelief subsided for something more heady. Something that deepened the darkness already present in his eyes. Something that makes his grip tighten minutely, but enough to be noticeable. Noticeable enough for the heat within you to migrate lower and lower. Swirling in your gut and weighing you down heavily. Making your hips press to his more firmly, shivering when you feel him throb beneath you.

The sweatpants he’s wearing aren’t doing a thing to conceal him. You can feel the shape of him, so hard and thick as he slots against your core - the only barrier being a few flimsy pieces of clothing. And you were impatient before, but now you really are. The clothes that you’re wearing feel like shackles, so irritating in the way they’re preventing you from feeling him fully. Skin to skin.

Your hands reach upwards to splay against his chest, feeling the heat of his bare skin against your palms. The lingering dampness from his shower had all dried up now, leaving just smooth soft skin behind. Marred by a multitude of scars and blights but you couldn’t care less. You would trace every scar with your lips without ever once growing bored. Count each once and marvel at the differences in them. Some small and thin, some deep and wide - all holding a story that Toby kept under lock and key.

All being proof of another foe he had slain, who stood in the way of making it home to you.

“I just…” You take in a shaky breath, your eyes dropping down to watch as your thumb smoothed against the biggest scar on his body. The symbol of the group he had been roped into, carved into his chest like a brand. “I don’t know how to describe it. You look really good while doing it.”

You feel it against your palm as Toby hums softly, vibrating through your hand.

“A-Alright.” He murmurs back to you, muscles twitching and tensing up beneath your ghostlike touch. “I’ll indulge you. Grab me my ss-smokes.”

You almost couldn’t believe your ears. Freezing for just a moment as your heart rate picks up to an almost dangerous degree. But once you break free from your state of shock, you’re moving faster than you ever have.

Wriggling out of his grasp to lean over to the nightstand, grabbing the pack of cigarettes that feels like gold in your palm. You grab his lighter too, and get settled back on his lap comfortably, before extending both items out to him. He doesn’t move. “Nuh uh.” He laughs softly, lips stretched into an absolutely shiteating grin. “D-Do it for me.”

Oh. Right. Of course. Why wouldn’t he take the opportunity to melt you even more? Of course he’d want you slipping between his fingers, nothing but a simmering pool of desire-filled mush. And you know deep down, that you want that just as badly.

So you oblige. Holding his gaze as you tap a cigarette out of the pack and into your palm before tossing the carton onto the bed next to you. Then, you lean forwards, waiting a moment for Toby to part his lips before you slot the smoke between his teeth. And he’s watching you like a hawk. Tracking every little movement of yours - from the way your bottom lip trembles, to the way you nervously fumble with his lighter to try and get it lit. “W-Why’re you nervous, baby?” He asks softly, words partially muffled around the filter.

“Not nervous.” You breathe back to him, fingers trembling as you spark his lighter once - twice - before getting the flame to ignite. “Just… Excited.”

You lean forwards, watching the flickering golden light dance against his face as the flame hovers before it. And he looks so beautiful. Always looks so beautiful, but especially now. Bathed in hues of orange in yellow, a reflection of the fire glimmering in his eyes. So effortlessly subjugating you nearly fumble and drop the lighter completely, but luckily you manage to keep hold of it - even with sweat beading up on your palms.

Next, you lean forwards. The sound of tobacco fizzling under the heat when you catch the tip of his cigarette, it feels like a beckoning call. The scent that had already drawn you in seeping exponentially, sticking to your nostrils as runaway spirals of smoke drifted towards you.

But that’s not what you’re focused on. You’re focused on Toby. Toby, as his cheeks hollow to take a drag. Toby, as smoke puffs out of the corners of his lips while he gets the ember on the tip to really heat up. Toby, as he watches you with eyes so dark it makes you shiver, smoke leaving his lips to curl upwards towards the ceiling in winding tendrils.

You weren’t religious, but you might just consider it now, so long as your worship was directed towards the absolute god sat below you. “Hah, you really d-do like it.” Toby snickers softly, using his right hand to pluck the cigarette from his lips so that he could speak properly. “You’ve pretty much g-got hearts in your eyes.” He ashes the cigarette right above you, and the ash falls - landing right against your bare thigh. “E-Ein bisschen krank, f-findest du nicht?”

You’d think he was trying to kill you. He knew. He knew that the sound of his mother tongue always hit a sweet spot within you. But right now, with his voice gravelly, low, and thickened by smoke? You might just pass out on top of him. “P-Pretty girl’s gonna drool over it.” He lets out a laugh that’s downright cruel, before taking in another lungful of smoke. “W-Wanna do something about th-that?”

Of course you do. You had been wanting to before he had even sparked up, the weight of his hardened cock beneath you making you feel dizzy. But, you were glad that you waited, because now you were going to get a show along with it. Maybe you should learn to just voice all of your deepest desires, because doing so seemed to always really work in your favour.

You nod, and before Toby can even blink you’re shimmying down his body. Spreading his thighs with your hands so that you can comfortably kneel between them. You’re happy that he’s dressed comfortably, because you barely even have to work to get him bare. No belt, no zipper, just a stretchy elastic waistband that you couldn’t get pulled down quick enough.

And oh he must’ve been at least expecting this, because you’re very pleased to find that he’s not wearing any underwear beneath. Just one tug and you find yourself face to face with his bare cock, looking just as glorious as when you had last laid eyes on it.

You considered yourself lucky to be with Toby for a multitude of reasons. His undying devotion, his charisma and charm, the sweet side that he only ever showed to you, the fact that he would literally die to protect you. All, lovely things, but you’d be lying if you said that his dick didn’t make the top three. To say that he was well endowed would be an understatement. Long enough that you really had to work to take him all, thick enough that the stretch left you brainless. Flushed the prettiest shade of pink at the tip. Curved just enough to perfectly hit your gspot every time he sunk into you.

It should be illegal, really, to have a dick like this just walking the streets. But with that arrogant nature of his, you probably should’ve expected it when you first met him. He knew what he had, and he just loved to watch you drool over it.

Which you did, and were doing right now. You could feel it pooling in the corners of your lips as you reached forwards, curling your fingers into a fist around the base of his cock. Feeling how incredibly hard he was, how he throbbed against your palm. Then your eyes flick upwards, and you feel lightheaded. Because he’s watching you. Watching you through half-lidded eyes, that damn cigarette perched between his lips as smoke puffs out of the gash in his cheek.

His hands had come up to rest behind his head. Getting real comfortable for the best show ever, his girl and her pretty lips stretching around him - struggling to take him all but trying to so earnestly. The look in his eyes, equal parts lust-filled and amused makes your cheeks burn, but the words he speaks next absolutely set you alight. “Hübsches Mädchen. I-Ich will dich schmutzig machen.”

A full body shiver makes your thighs tremble, and your chest feels tight as you dip your head down low. Giving a few kitten licks to the tip to get acquainted, unable to hold back the soft moan you let out when his precum meets your tastebuds. It’s stupid, how absolutely enamoured you were with every single part of him. So much so that you haven’t even touched yourself, but you can feel the wetness accumulating between your thighs as your lips wrap around him.

Sucking him into the velvety warmth of your mouth, dragging your tongue against the underside of his cock as you do so. Fresh out of the shower, he tastes so good. So clean and fresh, and so him. Drunk on it, you sink down as low as you can, only stopping when the tip starts nudging against your gag reflex. “F-Feels so good, baby. L-Love that mouth of yours.” If you needed encouragement, that sure did the trick. Low and strained with pleasure Toby’s voice meets your ears. Breathless, eyebrows pinching together as his lips part. The saliva coating his lips lets the filter of the cigarette stick to it, dangling from his mouth as he takes in gasping breaths of air.

His vision is hazy, but he can see you clear as day, even through the streams of smoke clouding his view. Propped up on your elbows between his thighs, eyebrows furrowed as you try to sink down lower, nails sinking into his hips as you relax your throat as much as you can. “D-Don’t hurt yourself. Y-You don’t gotta take it all.”

Like hell you don’t. Especially when he says that, cooed out in a tone of near pity. You would, and you could take all of him. You’ve done it successfully before, and he clearly needs a reminder of that fact.

You shoot him a look that very clearly conveys that sentiment - pure, unrefined determination - before you take the plunge. Taking one last quivering breath in through your nose, then forcing your head down lower. Fighting against your aching throat as you let him in completely - sinking all the way down, not stopping until you find yourself nuzzling into the patch of fuzz at the base. “Scheiße-“

Toby gasps so harshly that the cigarette really does fall from his lips this time, hitting his chest and dirtying his skin with ash. It is the absolute least of his problems right now though, and he struggles to pick it up with quivering fingers as you slowly begin to bob your head. “J-Jesus christ-“ He can’t stop his hips from twitching and bucking, and can’t help the way his toes curl when you drag your tongue against him the whole way up.

You were heavenly. Drooling all over him but it didn’t fucking matter, because the sound of you slurping it all back up was so filthy it made his blood simmer in his veins. So quickly, you had flipped the script on him, turning him into just as much of a mess as you were - maybe even more.

But that was… Debatable, because you were definitely falling apart. Your panties were damn near soaked by now, clinging to your folds as more and more slick dripped out of your aching cunt. You loved going down on Toby, you really did, and it showed. From the way you were shifting and pressing your thighs together, to the moans slipping out of your lungs and vibrating around him.

You just couldn’t get enough of it. The drag of his length against your throat, the ache in your jaw as you stretched your mouth open to take him all. The feeling of all that filth. All the saliva that you couldn’t swallow back, pooling around the base of his cock and dripping down his thighs. The tears welling up in your eyes as you teetered on the edge of your limit, before they were bursting free and rolling down your cheeks.

It was hard to breathe, hard to suck in gasps of air everytime you pulled your head up, because your nose was all stuffed up and snotty. It only got harder, when an acrid cloud of smoke consumed your vision.

Toby, the absolute marvel of a man, had just taken a deep drag, filling his lungs up to the brim completely - before blowing it all out, right at you. It made your eyes burn, springing forth more tears that joined your already overflowing collection. It filled your nose and made your lungs ache, but it was everything you wanted. Everything you needed, and you didn’t even have to ask him.

He just knew.

And it just spurred you on more. With thighs quivering and your neglected cunt throbbing within the confines of your panties, you were moaning around him with each nod of your head. Being taken higher and higher just from the taste of him on your tongue, the smell of him filling your lungs. He was all consuming, completely drowning you in stimulation on every front. It was working. You were so wound up by now you were convinced you’d cum if he did so much as lay a finger on you. “B-Baby, baby-“ You feel his hand atop your head, gentle but insistent, before his fingers curl into your hair and tug you upwards. He drags you up his cock, until your mouth is left empty and it’s hitting his stomach with a wet slap. “Keep goin’ like that a-and I won’t get to f-fuck you.”

He lets out a breathless chuckle, his eyes gleaming with nothing but adoration as he gazed down at you. You were a mess, just how he wanted you to be. Lips swollen and glossy, cheeks streaked with tears. Chin smeared with drool. And yet, you looked so beautiful. So, incredibly beautiful. Because you were his mess. “C’mon.” His hand drifts down lower, before he’s pinching your slick cheek between two fingers. “G-Get that ass up here.”

You didn’t need to be asked twice. You barely even needed to be asked at all. You’re moving before he even really finishes talking. Crawling back up his body, hastily tugging down your shorts and panties as you do so. Your desperation is obvious, and it just makes Toby love you even more. “You’re such a s-slut.” He laughs softly once you’re straddling his hips once more, your visibly aroused, glistening pussy hovering right above his cock. And his words are harsh, but his tone is soft. Enamoured even. “All I had to do was smoke a c-cig and let you suck me off, and luh-look at you.”

With the hand not holding his cigarette, he reaches down lower. Sliding between your thighs to really feel the effect he had on you. Slickness coating his fingers the moment he made contact. “Fuckin’ dripping all over me.”

“Don’t be mean.” You whine softly, hips bucking when his fingers leave you just moments later. In the wake of that lack of contact, you drop your hips down lower - sliding your cunt against his spit-slick length, shivering at the feeling of him beneath you. You grind against him like that. Back and forth, back and forth, slotting his cock between your folds with each rock of your hips.

And it’s enough to stoke the flame within you. Enough for you to just get even wetter. ‘Dripping all over him’, as he had put so eloquently.

“N-Not being mean. Just telling the t-truth.” He catches his cigarette between his teeth once more, now smoked down almost all the way to the filter. Another spot of ash falls off the tip when he takes a drag, joining the little pile that had accumulated on his pecs. “You g-gonna keep teasing me?” He asks as your hips roll against him once more, a slow drag of your hips that makes his own buck up towards you. “C’mon baby, let me g-give it to you.”

“You ever heard of patience?” You ask him softly, but you do listen. Reaching down between the two of you to take hold of his cock once more, lining it up with your entrance before teasing swiping the tip through your slick.

“Not with you.” Toby answers back almost immediately, before taking that last final drag off of his smoke. He plucks it from his lips and observes it for a second, before his gaze flickers back over to you. You can see the thought brew before he even moves next. But then he does, bringing the butt of the cigarette close to you. Closer. Close enough you can feel the heat on the still smouldering ember. Then, it touches you.

Presses into you. Right into your shoulder as it sizzles against your skin. Toby watches with a keen interest. How the smoke dissipates. How you tense up and falter where your hips hover over his. How your whole face scrunches up in pain from the feeling of his cigarette snuffing out against you - but most of all, how you don’t pull away. How you just take it. Lean into it, actually. Melting into his touch when he flicks the smoke away and wipes the ash from your skin.

The mark it leaves behind, a red angry little burn mark, is so beautiful to him that it makes his stomach twist.

Almost as much as when you start sinking down onto him. Spurred by the heat that burn had sunk into your bones, your hips lower. Not prepped even a little bit, but you don’t care - even if it’s a tough task to bear. “W-Woah, take it easy baby.” Toby has to gasp out, his hands flying down to grip your hips and slow your movements. “Take it slow, a-alright? I’m here all night.”

You knew he was right. Just a few inches in and your thighs were already shaking, your whole body quivering from the feeling of him stretching you open around him. He was almost too much to take. Almost. Easier on a night when he had fingered you open first, but you were too impatient for that today.

So instead, you reach up to grasp at his shoulders, nails digging into the muscles as you listened to what he said - and took it slow. Gently rocking your hips downwards. Revelling in the stretch with each inch he sunk into you. Giving yourself a moment to adjust before you let yourself take more. More, more, drooling all over him as your welcoming cunt swallowed him up - your jaw going slack the deeper that he got. “There you go. A-Always take me so well.”

Toby’s hands rub your hips soothingly, not rushing you, just encouraging you gently as you dropped down lower and lower. Holding back the need to buck up into you, even as his teeth grit from how fucking tight you were. Wrapping around him like a glove, this hot, velvety warmth that made his mind go blank. You were so perfect. He’d go as far to say that you were moulded to him, because it sure as hell felt like it. Your pussy was heaven on earth, and he’d swear it just got better every time he got the blessing of indulging in it.

It takes a considerable amount of time for you to finally take him all, but once you do, it’s euphoric. Your hips meet his and you melt - crumpling against his chest from the feeling of him nestled so deep inside you. Throbbing inside you. The head of his cock just barely kissing your cervix, filling you up to the brim. “O-Oh, there it is.” His arms come up to wrap around you, pulling you flush against his chest as he gives you a moment to just feel it. Just feel him, right where he’s supposed to be. “So fuckin’ good.” His lips brush against your ear as he nuzzles into your hair, breathing quivering on exhale.

It’s hard not to just grip your waist and just start pounding up into you, but he knows you need a moment - so he gives it to you. Feeling how you tremble against his chest as your pussy twitches around him. Slowly, but surely, relaxing. “G-Gonna let me fuck you good?” He asks, once he’s sure you’re ready for it - able to feel how your cunt eased up around him. Still tight as a glove, but less tense. “I won’t make you do a th-thing.”

And that sounds lovely. So, you nod. Letting out a little whimper of agreement that meets his ears and immediately snaps whatever control he had been clinging on to.

You give him permission, and he takes it immediately. With arms around you, he pulls your body upwards, groaning into your neck at the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls. It was too good. Too good, and he had barely even started yet. “D-Du fühlst dich himmlisch.”

And once he’s sure you’re ready for it? When just the tip remains enveloped in your heat, but you’re whining for more - gasping against his neck for him to just give it to you? He delivers exactly what he said he would. He fucks you good. While barely letting you do a damn thing.

You don’t need to. His strong arms cradle you, bouncing you on his lap to a pace that makes your knees go weak. Slumped against him weakly, moaning desperately into the crook of his shoulder with each drop of your hips. Because he was everything. He left absolutely nothing to be desired, with the way each stroke left you breathless. With the way each thrust in made you gush around him even more.

He was gentle with it at first. As gentle as he could be. Rolling your hips up and down, up and down, slow enough to get you used to it, but with enough fervour to have you drooling for more.

“T-Toby-“ You gasp against his shoulder, barely even able to get his name out between moans with how delicious the drag of his cock was against your quivering walls. You had been so pent up already. So close to the edge just from tasting him, that lasting long enough to keep up with him was laughable at best. That heat within you was boiling over now. Consuming you completely as you clawed at his shoulders and sobbed against his neck.

You could feel him so deep it made your eyes roll back. So deep, you knew you’d be feeling him for days after this. But he just kept bucking into you, kept pulling your hips down to meet him, fucking up into you like he owned the cunt he was abusing. Because he did, and you both knew it.

“A-Ah, you’re gonna cum for me already, aren’t you?” He asks, his voice rough and gravelly against your ear - his once clean skin slick with sweat as it slid against yours. “G-Gettin’ so tight for me.” With one hand on your waist and one sliding up to grasp your hair, he plays your body like a fiddle. Moving you against him so perfectly, hitting that sweet spot within you on each stroke in. “Let me f-feel it, pretty girl.”

And how could you deny him? How could you even attempt to, when you could barely breathe from the intensity of your pleasure? So, just moments after he asks you to, you follow the command in stride.

The intensity of your orgasm is blinding. Makes your vision damn near go white as you absolutely crumble against him - your cunt pulsing around him through his never faltering thrusts, squeezing him so tight it makes him let out a hiss through his teeth. His nails bite into your hips, sinking in so deep there will probably (definitely) be bruises by the morning, but he doesn’t care - and you definitely don’t either.

How could you? You could barely think. Not when he gave you not a second of reprieve, just fucking you through your release with thrusts that make your whole body buzz. You can feel yourself just soaking him even more, the slickness of your fluids dirtying both of you and causing a filthy sound of stickiness every time his hips separated from yours. “F-Fuck-“

If you thought Toby was fucking you good before, the moment that your coil snapped and left your pussy spasming around him - whatever last vestiges of control he had been holding onto were gone. Completely thrown to the wind.

Now, with you all pliant and shaky on top of him, he was bouncing you on his lap like a doll. Drilling his cock up into you, sinking in to the hilt on every brutal thrust. Getting himself buried balls deep in the absolute heaven that was your cunt. So warm and wet he could fucking drool over it. The sound of skin on skin so loud it echoed off of your bedroom walls.

The once clean sheets? Sullied. Toby’s freshly washed skin? Dirtied and coated with a sheen on sweat and slickness. “Shoulda-“ His words cut off into a moan that’s muffled into your neck, an absolutely guttural sound. “Shoulda t-told me you luh-liked me smoking before.” And he’s panting against you. Heavy huffs of breath against your neck, littered with husky grunts and groans. “C-Coulda been fucking you like this a-ages ago.”

And you know he’s right, but better late than never, right? You can still feel the burn he placed upon you - stinging more and more with all the sweat accumulating on your skin - and you loved it. It was just one more intense sensation to add to the absolute heap of ecstasy you were being drowned in. “God, I just-“

He doesn’t finish his sentence, because before he can he’s flipping the script. Sitting up then pushing you backwards - pinning you to the sheets without ever letting his cock slip out of you. And like this, he absolutely owns you. Lifting your legs until they’re slung over his shoulders, never once faltering in the absolutely brutal thrusts he was dealing upon you. Fucking out more wetness from you with each press in, this new angle getting him so deep it sprung tears to your eyes. “So good-“ His hands slip down and around to splay against each of your ass cheeks, spreading you apart even wider for his taking. “And ss-so fucking pretty, god-“

He was absolutely intoxicated by you. His mind turned to nothing but mush that sloshed around in his skull. A teeming pool of desire, saturated completely with thoughts of you. “You g-gonna let me fill you up?” He gasps against you, sweat dripping off of his hair and smearing against your skin. “G-Gonna let me get this pussy f-full of me?”

“Uh huh-“ You hiccup out, your whole body jolting from the force of each thrust he gave you. So sensitive that you were already beginning to twitch around him again, and the idea of him pumping you full of his cum? Yeah, that just took you higher. Just got you wetter. Just got you closer to a second release. “Give- Give it to me Toby, please.”

God, how did he get so lucky? How did he, a literal serial killer, land a woman so perfect it hurt? A woman so beautiful it made his chest ache? A woman who, was currently begging for his cum with tears in her eyes. Maybe, karma didn’t exist. It sure didn’t feel like it did right now.

“Scheiße-“ He hisses out, and he really only doubles his efforts from there. Feeling you starting to twitch around him and wanting to get you there again. Wanting to cum to the feeling of your pussy milking his cock like it was its job. “So eine d-dreckige Schlampe. Und du gehörst g-ganz mir.”

His right hand slips upwards, and it only takes a few tight circles rubbed against your clit before you’re coming apart for the second time.

And when you come apart, so does he. The tightness of your cunt nearly suffocates him, and he’s barely even able to continue thrusting into you - instead just rutting against you. Grinding his cock against the walls of your convulsing pussy until he’s falling apart right alongside you.

Toby cums with a long, drawn out groan against your neck. Lips dragging against your skin, hips stuttering as he empties his spend right up against your womb. Pumping it into you with lazily thrusts that leave you whimpering, cheeks heating up when you feel it gush out around you and drip down your thighs.

It’s a lot. You can tell it is. That warmth that flooded your cunt, stuffing you fuller than you already had been. And you love it. So much so, that when he tries to pull out you let out a whine - nails digging into his shoulders with a pout on your lips. “A-Alright, alright.” Toby chuckles breathlessly, choosing instead to just wrap his arms around you and pull you in close, even as his cock starts to soften inside you. “Fuck, you j-just get better every time, you know that?”

“Says you.” You murmur breathlessly, your voice strained and raspy - so raw from the cacophony of moans and sobs that had left your lungs. You sink into him easily, revelling in the feeling of his bare skin against yours. In the feeling of his seed dripping out of you - joining the mess that had already accumulated on the sheets beneath you.

“Mm, you’re j-just sayin’ that because I indulged in your sick little f-fantasies.” He chuckles softly, his breath warm against your neck. You can feel his hair tickle your skin, can feel his stubble scratch against you - and you can smell him. That musky smell of sweat and smoke. It’s almost enough to get you going all over again.

“Maybe.” You agree with a soft giggle. “But my point still stands.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You can’t see it, but you just know Toby’s rolling his eyes. Rightfully so, to be honest. “Next time, I’ll put out my c-cig on your tongue.”

And that, is a threat you can’t wait for.

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okay! more filthy toby smut!

this was yummy lols thank you to my lovely anon for making this happen

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darqx · 2 months ago

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Well i talk about it talk about it talk about it

The beginning of FUNKY TOWN is still stuck in my head.

❗️For commonly asked qs please see my BTD FAQ

Thanks, I'm glad my art improvement is noticeable :D I have actually KIND OF redrawn scenes before such as

and a bunch of frames from

so who knows i might do some more at some point lol!

YOU GUYS STILL SEND THEM TO ME :d

I don't actually get that many, i just tend to answer months worth all at once so it looks like a lot haha. I also don't answer a bunch of them if I've already answered something similar before or the answer is in my FAQ. Though I'm going to be honest some of the asks that get sent to me I don't think anyone expects me to actually answer, because they're just weird enough that if i turned off anon i'm pretty sure no one would be asking them.

My free time (...when I'm not procrastinating |D ) is trying to be spent on BP so I currently dont have any plans beyond the fun little doodles and animatics and stuff that I usually do. Gato is working on YKMET so if you guys like Strade then you have that to look forward to :)

(Why thank you!)

The armour follows his usual colour scheme which is gold on black.

You can tell this ask is from January lol.

Thanks haha my colouring style layers colour over colour so colour over grayscale always just looks oddly muddy in my POV |D ESPECIALLY LIGHT COLOURS LIKE YELLOW.

Demons can traditionally reproduce within the same species or with a compatible species.

Psychology, Law or Politics. I think these are the top normal majors you could take where the info you learn from them could be really useful in not getting fucked over and/or fucking someone else over.

I haven't been asked to make chibis for Gato this time around so you'll probably be getting something different for your finished runs!

Demon Commons.

All demons have some sort of specific mark that they are born with (anywhere on their body). The exact reason why has been lost to time, but it often gets used for identification. Here are some of the rest of my demon characs:

Hm, if I have to consider real life anatomy (nooooooo XD) the yellow is probably his iris.

Man i've answered so many asks i sometimes only remember saying something when another asks sounds familiar lmao 🤔 Ok; Rire, as a demon of station, has been captured in the background of some historical paintings and photographs, sometimes without his knowledge but always to his amusement later when he finds out. Like just imagine you are intensely studying art history and in those paintings of events with lots of people in it, suddenly your eye happens to catch upon a tall dark haired figure wearing sunglasses from that time period somehow blending in amongst everyone else there.

He has no particular preference in this regard.

Rire doesn't have like 🤔...a set criteria as it depends entirely on certain whims; like whether he is looking for business or pleasure, what he's feeling like at the time etc. If it's purely business then there are types of people he would approach that he wouldn't otherwise if it was for mainly entertainment.

They probably average out at about room temperature - they tend to reflect environment temp a bit and the main part that's closest to his back will always be a bit warmer than the rest of the ichor.

Probably not

They are evenly matched

Thanks very much! :D

Rire has been around for a while so yes he would have witnessed a bunch of things in human history. Who he met and who he made deals with is up for debate.

He is "polite" so he would thank you, at the very least. And yes they are his signature flower lol. It wouldnt be any special..er than receiving any other flowers though to him - we are the ones ascribing the meaning to it.

Two for the price of one 🤌🏻 Also this is an insanely old ask but yes you have permission to do fancomics or whatever with him |D

Anon, considering most people know him from a weird "dating sim", I dont think this is as startling an ask as you might think haha.

if it makes you happy.

Pick a nice smell that you particularly jive with and it would be that. This is individual specific so if a whole bunch of people are around Rire they may each perceive something different.

I get asked this question a lot |D I'm gonna be real with you guys - i haven't actively thought about a canon design for his parents because i'm kind of lazy to (since right now i dont need to know what they look like). Until that happens you guys will just have to go off the vague text descriptions i've given before :p

#boyfriend to death #rire answer dump #art #doodle #answer dump #long post

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gguk-n · 8 months ago

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Max Unravelled

Unravelling Max's Mystery (Max Verstappen x Online Friend!Reader)

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Summary- Max accidentally made an account on google plus in 2013. He came across a poetry page and enjoyed reading them. He ends up friends with the poet. He loved the normalcy she brought to his life. He didn't realise when the comfort he felt for her turned into love.

{Max's POV}

2013

I was searching for something on my gmail account when a pop up for google plus came through; without much thought I clicked on it. Some how, I'm yet to figure that out, I ended up with a google plus account. One of the few accounts I got recommended was a poetry and story account. They wrote very eloquently; I could feel the emotions in every word. I started reading all their posts in my spare time and even commenting on the ones I liked. I found my self constantly checking back to their page to see if they posted something. Their poetry was relatable and understandable. I hope they always have a good day since their words always pick me up when I'm down.

The poet I had been enjoying so much is a girl, and her name is Y/N. She's around my age; I guess that's why I related to her work so much. We spoke for the first time ever on her birthday. She made a post about it being her birthday so I wished her. She was sad about not being able to enjoy her birthday, I felt bad for her so we talked for a while until dad called me to practise. That was the start of our friendship. We ended up talking on google plus a lot. We shared the same sense of humour and best of all, she didn't know about racing. It was like a breath of fresh air to not talk about racing. She doesn't even seem interested in it; so I can live as Max for a while now.

My birthday was shit but talking to her made everything better. I can't believe I got excited about talking to someone and that someone made me feel good even on one of my shittiest days. She's one of the nicest people I've had the pleasure of talking to. I really do wanna talk to her on phone, typing everything I want to say out feels tedious.

2014

I've gotten busier since this year with Formula 3. We barely get to talk anymore. She did send me her number and we chat on Whatsapp whenever we can. But obviously it is not the same. I've suggested talking on call a few time and she finally agreed; I just need to find the perfect time to get away from everything to talk to her. I felt so nervous to talk to her for some reason, what if she thought I was weird and didn't enjoy talking to me? What if she heard me and decided I wasn't fun? What if we had nothing to talk about? I called her while sitting in my driver's room, she picked up quite quickly after 2 rings to be exact.

Max- Hi, Y/N! Y/N- Hey, Max!! How are you? Max- I'm good, what about you? Y/N- Yeah, I'm good too. haha!! This is so weird talking to you. Max- yeah, you sound pretty. Why would I say that? That sounds so fucking creepy, I face palmed myself so hard. Y/N- You sound nice too. I mean....you have a nice voice. Max- haha, thanks, this is the first time some one has said that. She thinks I have a nice voice, do I? Y/N- soooo, what have you been up too?? You've been so busy lately. I could hear people outside the driver's room. I quickly locked the door before answering her question. Max- yeah, I've been busy with stuff. I'll be done soon for a while now. Y/N- That's great I need my best friend back! Did she just call me her best friend? I've never had a best friend before.

We ended up talking on calls a lot more. I would have her contact ringer saved with a separate ringtone so that I would know to answer it. She usually called at reasonable times, where ever I travelled as if she knew my schedule.

2015

I got signed with RedBull Racing's junior team, making me the youngest driver. It was such a surreal feeling. But this also meant I couldn't talk to Y/N as much as I wished I could. Training and the races kept me very busy. But she was very understanding and would always welcome me back, no matter how long I was gone for.

2021

The first time I'm regretting not telling what I do to Y/N was today when I won my first World Championship. I was surrounded by my team, my girlfriend and my family as I got out of the car after I finished P1 at Abu Dhabi but it felt strange; like I was missing someone. I wish I could share this win, the biggest in my life yet, with the person who makes me feel so special yet so myself.

When I asked her about Formula One, she didn't know about, she didn't even know the prominent figures. So, I wasn't as worried about her finding out but I did worry now; since my win was controversial according to the media. However, she never asked. Was she really unaware or playing dumb? I wasn't sure if I should be grateful I get to be just Max or sad that I can't share a huge part of my life with my best friend.

2023

Y/N and I have been friends for the past 10 years. Time really flies. I've gotten a lot better at balancing my personal and work life. Y/N is my well kept secret; like I'm the only one who knows her. She moved out for college and we've only video called since. She is still funny and still writes. I think it's so cool of her to stay passionate about what she loves and keeping at it. She loves my cats more than I love them sometimes, she get's so excited when I send pictures of them. She says they cheer her up and that Jimmy and Sassy are her virtual pets. They loved her too honestly, they would always recognise when she was on call and jump into my lap or the phone to see or hear her. She still doesn't know what I did for a living; we've kept that a 'secret' you could say. But really I just didn't know how to tell her I was a Formula One driver and a 2 time World Champion.

Today was like any other day, I hadn't spoken to Y/N at all. Whenever I called her, I would usually close/lock the door depending on who was at home. My girlfriend didn't know about Y/N. I didn't even know how to bring it up, honestly. I sat down on my SimRacing chair after I switched the livestream off. Her phone rang for a few times and then stopped ringing but she didn't answer the call. I tried again thinking maybe she was busy or didn't hear it. I called a couple times before texting her; no reply. I was freaking out. This was the first time in 10 years that she hasn't answered my calls. She won't even reply to my messages. I found myself pacing around the house. The door to the room opened to my girlfriend's daughter standing in front of me, "Maxie, why are you walking in circles?" She asked after observing me for sometime. "It's nothing" I said, trying to calm myself down more than give a reply to her question. All these horrible thoughts swirled through my mind; what if she was in an accident and no one knows? What if she got robbed? What if she hurt herself and can't get help? What was I supposed to do? I didn't even know where she lived. I just couldn't think straight. My hair was a mess with how much I was running my fingers through it, a few stands coming along when I almost pulled them out of frustration.

After 7 hours, she replied to my text. I had almost given up hope, but she said that she was fine and that her phone was about to die. I felt relieved knowing that she was ok. But the text was so out of character for her. I texted her everyday after that in hope of talking to her. We always spoke everyday and it had been years since we didn't speak for so long. Almost every text was left on delivered. I had a race this weekend which I won and went out to celebrate with everyone because they wanted me to tag along. I didn't see the text Y/N sent me a while after the race since I was at the club. I only saw it when I got home. As soon as I saw it, I called her. She answered after a few rings.

Max- Schat, how have you been? Haven't heard a word from you in days. You could clearly hear the worry in my voice. Y/N- I've been busy, school year ending and stuff. Why didn't you sleep yet? Max- You know my sleep schedule is non existent. Y/N- Yeah, I guess I do. What did she mean by that? Her voice seemed hoarse, was she sick?Y/N- You know how I do freelance editing Max- You've told me about it Y/N- The latest author I'm working with is a sports author. I was hoping you could help me since you are a walking encycylopedia. Max- sure schat, but what's up with you? You know I'm always there for you Y/N- Yeah it nothing, just stressed. Max- Take off, you deserve it I wish she took care of herself instead of working so hard without breaks. Y/N- The summer break is here soon, I'll be fine. So about that author... Max-Yeah, what sport does she write for? Y/N- Formula One. I don't really like reading lengthy articles and I'm sure one article wouldn't do a sport any justice. I felt the ground slip from under my feet. My palms had gotten sweaty suddenly. Max- You did not go through google yet, right? (I stammered out) Y/N- Oh no, what do you take me for? I got excited to learn about something new. Do you know who the reigning champion is? I felt like I was about to lose everything. I didn't know what to say, my mouth was dry. No matter what I said, I don't think I could fix this situation. Y/N- Some dude named Max Verstappen. You guys share the same first name. He has 2 cats too; named Jimmy and Sassy, who look exactly like your bengals. I mean he even looks like you, with horrible sleep schedule just like you. He even sounds like you. There was horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach and my lungs felt like there was no air in them. Watching her tear up was the worst feeling.

Max- Schatje, I can explain. Y/N- You don't have to Max. I never asked you what you did. You don't have to explain anything. Max- I wanted to tell you, it just never came up in conversation. Y/N- I get it, it's difficult to tell your friend who has amounted to nothing that you are the World Driver's Champion, best of the best in Formula One. Max- Y/N, it's nothing like that. You're great, you're kind, you're funny. She laughed, but that stung my heart for the first time when her laugh was my favourite sound in the world. Y/N- Those are character traits I possess, they don't describe my career goals or achievements. I know I work 2 jobs to stay afloat while you make millions, I know I wish I was an author and not their editor, I know you probably thought I was too stupid to understand your rich and fancy world. Max- No, no, you're so talented. I've read your work and I'm sure the right publication will pick your work up. Y/N- I got rejected for the sixth time today. All of this is fine except that you lied to me about being single while having a girlfriend for years and having the happy family you dreamt off. You didn't have to introduce me to her; not like my boyfriends met you. But it would've been nice if I knew. Max- It just never came up. (I held my head in shame) Y/N- I...we joked about setting you up with someone all the time. Please don't. I get it, we didn't tell each other about work goals or what we did as a job but personal life; I literally told you about every guy I've ever been with. I felt bad telling you thinking you were single. I feel stupid right now. I wanted to reach out and wipe her tears but I couldn't. Max- I'm sorry,Y/N. I promise I won't hide anything anymore. Please, don't cry. Y/N- My name is Y/N Y/L/N. I majored in literature in Uni and now work as a primary school teacher and freelance editor. I'm trying to get my book published soon. I broke up with my boyfriend 2 months ago. This fucking hurt, everything she said and the way she said it. Max- Please don't do this. Y/N- I believe at least one of us should be honest. Max- Let me fix this. Y/N- Don't worry. There's nothing to fix. Max- Please don't say that. You mean a lot me. (I felt tears in my eyes.) Y/N- Me too. That's why, I need time. I'll talk to you when I'm ready. Max- Please, I can't lose you. I felt like my world was crashing. Y/N- You won't. I'll always be there for you. I just need time. Take care Max I was crying as she said it. Max- Bye, take care Y/N. I'll always be here. And the screen blacked out, I could see my reflection on the screen, tears streaming down my face.

After I was able to clear my head I texted her telling her that I would always be there for her and I would like to clear up the misunderstanding when she's ready. I spent the next few months thinking about her. It was starting to affect my relationship. I couldn't really give my girlfriend time when my mind was occupied with thoughts of Y/N. When my girlfriend brought it up how we were growing apart; I had a fight with her. I don't know what came over me, but not talking to Y/N or not knowing what was up with her was making it very difficult for me to focus on anything. The fighting became a constant after that. I didn't understand why she couldn't let me be. I missed my friend but she wouldn't get it.

I was SimRacing when Y/N's name popped up on my phone asking me to call her. I guess she was ready to talk it out. I really wished that this wasn't the end of our friendship. I really hoped that we could get over the misunderstanding and still be friends. I told the team I had some work and called her immediately. She answered like always; I waited for her to speak with baited breath. She started talking and we cleared everything up. I apologised for hiding the truth from her. I told her how much of a constant she was for me in my ever hectic life; how talking to her made everything better. She listened to me, I listened to her and then finally asked her to come to my home race. I wanted to meet her. I couldn't live knowing that I had the resources but didn't meet the one person that mattered to me the most. She was hesitant at first but I offered to get her the tickets and insisted on her joining me at the biggest race of the season for me and finally she agreed. I was over the moon. As soon as we ended the call, I sent her the tickets. I found myself counting down the days to the race for the first time.

I was waiting for her at the airport when she got here. My heart was beating very fast as I waited for her to come out. When I saw her; she was beautiful, shorter than I expected but she looked cute with her bag in one hand and a back pack on her shoulder, her hair in a low bun, a small smile graced her feature. I don't think I've noticed anyone with such detail ever before. Our conversation flowed easily. It didn't feel like it was the first time we were meeting. I dropped her at the hotel and went off to do media duty's at the paddock when I came back she was still asleep, traveling must've tired her out. She got dressed while I waited for her to get ready, even giving my 2 cents on what she should wear. She looked gorgeous, I couldn't help myself, staring at her. The black satin dress hugged her curves in all the right places. Her hair flowed down her back, the jewellery sparkling against her body. We went to have dinner at a fancy dutch restaurant. She loved the food especially the apple tart. The moan she let out as she devoured the dessert made blood rush downwards. I found my cheeks heating up, thankfully the whole place was dimly lit. We walked around for a while after the meal, she made fun of my name but I couldn't care less. I apologised and she accepted it and hugged me. Her arms were soft and the embrace warm. I found myself wrapping my arms around her, my face buried in her neck. I was scared I was gonna lose her, forever. I've never been scared to lose anything but a race until now and the thought of not having her in my life seemed scary. She consoled me and we headed back to the hotel.

The rest of the weekend was uneventful except for my girlfriend being pissed; she fought with about Y/N. I don't get what her problem is, she's just a friend I've known since forever. I'm just showing her around. I was giving interviews when I saw her talking to Lando, I saw them laughing along in the corner of my eye. It made me feel strange, there was this feeling in the pit of my stomach and I didn't like it. When I got back, Lando had left since it was his turn. She found Lando cute and it irked me, I was annoyed hearing her ask me to set her up with him. We got back to RedBull hospitality when my girlfriend asked me to talk to her, I left with her reluctantly leaving Y/N with Checo.

"Listen Max, I get it, she's your childhood friend and all, but it's so weird how she suddenly cropped up when I or for that matter any one knew nothing about her. People are saying stuff about us since she stepped on the paddock and the way you are dragging her along." my girlfriend spoke. "What are people saying? I will not stand any slander against her" I cut her off. She laughed dryly. "WOW, they are saying stuff about us, Max, us, that you are cheating on me with her. You've been so distant for months until a month ago, I didn't know what went wrong and you wouldn't talk either." she said running a hand through her hair. "It's nothing really. She just knows me as Max and not Max Verstappen and that's why I'm closer to her. Nothing more." I said. "It's pointless talking to you" she said turning around. "If we're done, I'm leaving, Y/N doesn't know anyone here except me." I said leaving for the door. She huffed before she followed me out. Y/N looked worried about what was going on between me and my girlfriend but I calmed her down and we spent the day together. She tagged along during quali too. I saw her praying before quali, it made my heart swell. I was starting pole and we spent the night watching a movie even though Y/N wanted me to rest before the race, I wanted to make the most of the little time we had.

Y/N hugged me before the race wishing me. I wanted to win so bad, I'd won here twice before but this was different. I wanted to win in front of her. I raced like a mad man and then I heard it. I crossed first and my happiness knew no bounds; knowing she was watching. I got out of the car and immediately ran to her; hugging her. It was cathartic. Y/N said my girlfriend looked annoyed, but I couldn't care less. I watched my girlfriend leave, annoyed. When I received the trophy at the top step of the podium knowing she was watching me from below made it so much more worth it. Y/N wanted to go out to celebrate my win and I wasn't one to say no. I went back to the hotel to get cleaned up and ready for the night.

I was greeted by my girlfriend in the room, it was dimly lit as she was sat at the corner of the bed with tears streaming down her face. "HOW COULD YOU DO THAT MAX?" she screamed at me. "Am I a fucking joke? I let it slide, you said you were friends but the first person you go to after winning your race was her, what do you think people were whispering when you did that?" she said in between sobs. I didn't get what she was saying. "Do you like her?" she asked. "What? We're friends" I stated. She shook her head, "No, Max, you aren't. The way she looks at you is how I look at you. The way you look at her" She cried, "You've never looked at me like that" she lamented. "It's nothing like that" I began. "You should've respected me at the very least and broken up with me if you liked someone else, I'm not gonna be some girl's place holder till you can have her." she cried out. "You're not a place holder for her" I said. "Feels exactly like that" she said wiping her tears. I felt nothing my 2 year long relationship might be ending and I didn't care. I didn't even try to correct her, did I really like her? Was Y/N really more important to me? "We're through Verstappen, if you can't even fight for us, I'm not about to fight for us" she sighed dejected. I walked towards the bathroom to wash up while she packed up to leave. When I got out she was gone. I went to pick Y/N up.

She kept asking me about my girlfriend but I never told her that we broke up. I didn't want her to feel responsible for my decision. At the club, she got close to everyone pretty quickly. She was unstoppable, downing one drink after another. I hadn't touched alcohol since I was driving. The others kept handing her drinks much to my dismay. She asked me to come dance with her but I had the others to look after too. She was busy dancing surrounded by too many guys, one of them going as far as to touch her and grind against her. All I saw was red, I bid the guys good bye and stormed the dance floor to drag a reluctant Y/N with me; I ended up carrying her out on my shoulder. She wasn't very happy, screaming and hitting me till I put her down. She puked as soon as I put her down and joked about missing my expensive car, I didn't really mind if she hadn't since she was more important than the car. I got her medicine and left them at her side after putting her to bed.

We spent the next few days after the race sight seeing. Y/N brought up my girlfriend a few time and I ended up avoiding her. When we were cuddling while watching Barbie I felt my heart beating out of my chest as she scooted closer to grab tissue. When her hand brushed against my skin, it burnt and a weird feeling erupted in my chest. She seemed completely unaware of how she was making me feel. We fell asleep on the couch that night.

I wasn't able to avoid the girlfriend question any longer and told her that we broke up without making any eye contact on the way to drop her to the airport. My eyes stung and there was a lump in my throat; I wasn't sure it was because of my girlfriend or Y/N. I bid her farewell, she would turn back towards me to wave after every few steps; my eyes were blurry after sometime trying to prevent the tears from falling. I ended up crying after she left.

All the races after, I ended up going shopping after or before every race to collect some trinkets or stuff that was special to that place and mailing it to her with small notes attached. She would graciously open them in front of me on video call; the smile she gave me the first time she received was unparalleled. It made my stomach turn over. I wanted to make her smile every chance I got. That's how I ended up sending her a package after every race from every country until I got reprimanded by her for the excessive amount of gifts. She asked me not to send one after every race and stick to one or two in total; I was forced to agree to that request.

We were planning on spending Christmas and New Year together; she wanted to leave after Christmas but I was able to convince her to stay until I had to leave for pre-season training. I couldn't wait for the season to end and to spend the year end with Y/N. We celebrated me winning the championship on video call; even though I had hoped she could be present in person but it wasn't possible with her schedule. This championship felt better than the last two since I was able to celebrate it with her. 2021 me wouldn't believe me right now.

Y/N flew in as soon as winter break started for her. I had cleaned up the house as much as possible. I had told my cats about Y/N visiting who seemed excited. I picked her up from the airport and when we got home the cats were very excited to meet her; a lot more receptive than the other guests I've had over. We spent the next few days going to places and the Monaco GP circuit. She cribbed about walking the entire time we walked the path. It made me laugh.

The night before Christmas we fell asleep on the couch cuddling; I hadn't slept this well in a very long time. When I woke up, Y/N was no where to be seen. I sat up waiting for her to return when she came back, she looked so cute in her jumper and shorts with her hair a mess. We opened up presents after some time. She had gotten me a Sid plushie, an ugly sweater and perfume. I got her a Formula One book with my face, a coffee mug and a pendant. I wanted to get her more stuff but I was sure she would make me return it if she saw every thing. I think the house would be over run with the amount of stuff I wanted to get her. Then she brought the matching sweater she got with me; I put it on immediately. I wanted to match with her all the time. We had a bit of back and forth on the dinner but agreed on Turkish kabab.

New Year came too quickly, which meant Y/N would be leaving soon. We went clubbing on New Year eve. She didn't drink like the last time we were at the club but made friends with some of the guys there. Having a social butterfly for a friend was a bad idea. We counted the time down to midnight as the clock struck 12 and I turned towards her to celebrate I saw she was kissing one of the guys she had befriended when we entered. If the club was quite you could hear my heart shatter. That's when I realised that all these weird feeling and all the times I couldn't stop thinking about her was because I liked her, no scratch that, I loved her. I felt my heart constrict when she turned towards me and hugged me later. I didn't want to talk about it, this would ruin our friendship.

All I could think about was how it felt to watch her kiss another man. I hated it, the worst feeling, worse than DNFing or not winning. I hated knowing another man could touch her and feel her. I wasn't even sure how to bring it up since what were we if not just friends. I put myself into training for the upcoming season but those feelings I felt when she kissed another man were still fresh in my head and I couldn't get rid of them even if I tried.

I was able to convince her to join me during her spring and summer break. We had fun, I loved having her waiting for me at the end of the race. I didn't really enjoy all the media questions that had cropped up about Y/N when she was seen with me, before or after the race. During my summer break, I spent it at her place. When I got there, it was a small apartment; but it had a homely feel. She would cook food for me and we would watch movies; I had a few commitments with the team and would leave for some time but then be back. It was so nice to have some one to come home to. When she was having her book launch, I went to meet her at her launch with a bouquet of flowers. "Congratulations" I said while handing her the flowers and giving her a hug. "Thank you" she replied, a smile playing on her lips. We had celebratory dinner after. Immediately after that, we were on the news. It read that I had a girlfriend, she kept apologising but it didn't matter. It made me a little warm, I'm not sure what emotions I felt hearing people speculate that she was my girlfriend.

I flew back to Netherland for the race early, she would only be joining me on the race day due to work. It dampened my mood but there wasn't much I could do about it. She flew in the morning of the race; it made my day watching her walk out of the airport. We talked all the way to the hotel where she got changed and we headed to the paddock. I had thought it through; after the qualifying, I had planned on telling her how I felt. I was gonna win this race and confess to her. Knowing that I can't hold her while someone else can was eating away at me and I wanted to take the chance before it slipped away from me.

I started the race P2 and finished it at P2. In the final laps, the only thoughts running through my head were, I really wanted to ask her out as a race winner, I can't do that now. She probably doesn't even like me like that, did I really want to ruin everything I had with her. I stumbled out of the car towards her, a big smile on her face. And suddenly I said it; "I wanted to ask you out as a race winner" emotions were running high. She insisted me to continue and when I did, she agreed to go out with me. I was over the moon, my head was reeling. This race ending was not what I hoped for but Y/N's answer was something I really was hoping for.

She waited for me in the driver's room. I couldn't help but not touch her. Her skin against mine send electric shocks through me, I couldn't help but smile at the feeling of her against me. I wanted to have this feeling for the rest of the life. I wanted to have her next to me; it took me a while to figure that out but now that I had, I didn't want to let go. I loved her and I wanted her.

We were both in the hotel room at the end of night in each other’s embrace, "Can't believe you're my boyfriend" she exclaimed. "Can't believe you're my girlfriend either." I exclaimed back. "I've liked you since I've known you" she mumbled. "What?" I asked shocked. "Yeah, I've always had a crush on you. Teenage me would lose it right now if she saw" she said. "I'm sorry it took me so long" I muttered pressing a kiss against her lips. "better late then never" she laughed wrapping her arms around my neck, flipping me to straddle my hips. She bent down to kiss me again.

I could spend the rest of my life like this, if it meant I could have her forever.

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Made to Destroy ⭑˚💎⭑ 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑙

bnha x op!reader

op!reader, my hero academia x fem!reader, reverse harem, over powered reader, f!reader

You are the product of a series of twisted experiments, an anomaly that shouldn’t have ever existed in the first place. Thankfully, you are taken into the arms of a hero and given a new purpose in life. But as you soon discover, it isn’t easy to deny your true nature, especially when you were made to destroy.

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For the first time in Katsuki’s life, he finds himself at a loss for words.

What kind of sick joke is this? It hasn’t even been that long since the two of you met, and he made sure to declare his name, loud and clear.

He’s Bakugou Katsuki. He’s the coolest kid in the world, blessed with an incredible Quirk, and he has no doubt that one day, he’ll surpass All Might as the Number One Hero.

And yet, you say you don’t remember his name? Is such a thing even possible? He’s the type of kid who leaves a lasting impression, no matter the time or place. No one who’s been lucky enough to meet him has ever, ever forgotten what his name is.

At least, not until today.

“Don’t... don’t say stupid crap,” Katsuki stammers. He swallows hard; for some reason, there’s a lump in his throat. “I know you remember me, stupid girl. Playing dumb won’t make a difference at this point.”

“I remember Izuku,” you say, pointing to the curly-haired boy in question. Then, you shrug your shoulders nonchalantly. “But I didn’t bother memorizing your name, since I don’t like you very much. Actually, I don’t like you at all.”

Katsuki can feel his entire body trembling with rage, and to make matters even worse, several of his classmates have turned their heads and are now watching the scene unfold.

In Katsuki’s eyes, he’s always been the best. Ever since his Quirk manifested, or rather, even before that, his confidence has known no bounds. The universe blessed him with immeasurable power, and at the same time, cursed him with a remarkably inflated ego.

He’s gifted. He’s strong. To top it all off, he’s smart too.

So then, why are you staring at him as if you genuinely don’t give a single fuck?

“What’s wrong, blond guy?” you frown. “You’re making a funny face. Ah, don’t tell me. Are you constipated? Aizawa says it’s important to go to the bathroom on time and not to hold it in. Otherwise, you might—”

“Shut your goddamn mouth!”

Without even thinking twice, Katsuki swings his fist at you, detonating an explosion at the very same time. Of course, using Quirks inside the classroom is absolutely not permitted, but right now, he’s too furious to even care.

He wants to punch that stupid, pretentious face of yours. He wants to put you in your place and prove exactly how much better he is than you.

But it looks like today just isn’t Katsuki’s day, because not only do you manage to sidestep him, demonstrating impressive reflexes, but the teacher chooses to walk into the classroom at that exact moment.

“Bakugou!” she cries out. “What in the world are you doing?!”

He’s in trouble now. He’s in big, big trouble.

And you must realize it too, since all of a sudden, you’re giggling.

“Haha,” you muse. “You did something dumb, and now the teacher’s angry with you.”

Katsuki slams his little fist against one of the desks, just barely suppressing the urge to scream. He knew he had a bad feeling about you from the first moment you met. He knew you were bound to be nothing but a giant pain in his ass.

There’s no doubt about it anymore.

Katsuki fucking despises you.

“You can’t attack your classmates,” the teacher chides. She grabs him and pulls him away from you, then crosses her arms in frustration. “I’m going to let you off with a warning today, but if I ever see you using your Quirk or trying to hurt someone again, next time, I’ll be telling your parents. Am I understood?”

Katsuki grits his teeth. He can see you out of the corner of his eye, and sure enough, you’ve still got that shit-eating grin on your face. A loser like you is actually laughing at someone like him.

No way in hell will he let you get away with this.

Katsuki isn’t sure how, and he’s not even sure when, but one day, he’s going to make you pay for humiliating him.

It’s only your first day at school, but so far, you’ve been having a blast.

The highlight of the day was obviously finding out that Izuku was in the same class as you. Naturally, you intend to make as many friends as possible, but you already liked Izuku, so this is the best turn-out imaginable. It doesn’t look like Shinsou is in this class, which is a bit of a bummer, but maybe one day you’ll get to meet him again too.

Anyways, school is fun. The teacher even specially pulled you to the front of the class, so that you could introduce yourself to everyone.

“I’m [Name],” you smile. “And this is my first time in school, so I’m really excited to be here!”

“Were you homeschooled until now?” one of the kids asks.

“Homeschooled...? What’s that?”

You don’t understand the question, but rather than allowing you to try and clarify, the teacher hastily cuts in.

“That’s right,” she says, straining a smile. “[Name] hasn’t been in school before, so it’s up to us to make sure that she feels comfortable and welcome, okay?”

The students hum in agreement, and thankfully, a bunch of six-year-olds aren’t too concerned with the details of your past, so they gloss over the issue with ease.

Of course, you don’t realize that the teacher was trying to save you just then. She’s been informed that you come from a traumatic background, and she’s doing everything in her power to make sure the other kids don’t say anything that might trigger you or come across as insensitive.

But unfortunately, what the teacher believes are memory gaps due to trauma, are in fact gaps in your knowledge that have yet to be filled in.

Which makes for several awkward instances that day.

“Okay, who wants to try reading the passage I’ve written on the board?” the teacher asks. She consciously avoids calling on you, but because you don’t know any better, you grin and volunteer yourself for the job.

“Me!” you beam. “I can do it!”

“Huh? O-Oh. Thank you for offering, [Name]. Go right ahead,” she encourages.

You just vaguely register Katsuki letting out a derisive snort, but you disregard it and direct all your attention to the blackboard.

It only takes a few moments for your brows to furrow.

“Um, actually, never mind,” you say. “I can’t really understand what you wrote.”

You sit back down like nothing ever happened, meanwhile, some of your classmates are either giggling or gossiping amongst themselves. But since you’re too naïve to realize that they’re making fun of you, you just smile and fold your hands together, happily swinging your legs underneath your desk.

The teacher hurries to clear her throat. “Th-That’s perfectly fine. Taking the initiative and challenging yourself is always a good thing. Um, so then... is there anyone else who’d like to try reading this passage?”

“I’ll do it.”

Katsuki proceeds to stand up, grinning rather smugly for some reason. You’re not particularly interested in him, but Aizawa and Present Mic did say that you’re here to learn things, so if he knows the right answer, you should probably pay attention.

To no one’s surprise, Katsuki reads the passage flawlessly. He’s the best student in the class, despite how much of a little asshole he is.

So, even rude guys like him know all kinds of things. I’d better do my best to learn more and make Aizawa and Mic proud.

Dr. Garaki planned for you to be a soldier. His personal little puppet. Needless to say, when he focused on developing your language comprehension, he primarily intended for you to be able to understand his orders and carry them out without questioning anything. He certainly didn’t expect you to be sitting in a classroom, equipped with a pencil and paper.

But that’s fine. You’re a bit behind the other kids right now, and that can’t be helped, but so long as you have the willingness to learn and improve, you have no doubt that you’ll catch up with them.

You will take fate into your own hands, rather than being used to fulfill someone else’s twisted ambitions.

Anyways, despite messing up in front of the whole class, you have yet to experience what it means to be embarrassed, so you carry on without being fazed in the slightest.

Soon enough, lunch rolls around.

“Izuku! Do you want to eat together?”

You grin as you walk up to his desk, and as always, he blushes at the sight of you approaching him so cheerfully.

“S-Sure,” he mumbles shyly. “If you really don’t mind...”

“Why would I mind? Being with you is so fun! Oh, and we can compare lunches too! Look, Aizawa packed me mini burgers,” you say, opening up your lunchbox and proudly displaying the contents within. “Hehe. I love burgers.”

“Aizawa?” Izuku blinks. “Isn’t that your last name? Earlier, the teacher wrote your full name on the board, and it said ‘Aizawa [Name]’. Do you call your parents by their last name for some reason?”

You frown at that. Come to think of it, Aizawa did mention that he enrolled you in this school using his last name, since he’s your legal guardian or whatever. You suppose that means you finally have a last name, like everyone else. But you've called him Aizawa for so long that it feels kind of weird to change it all of a sudden.

“Aizawa is just Aizawa,” you shrug. “He’s a nice man who takes care of me.”

“So, he’s your dad?”

“Dad? Hm... I guess kind of. Him and Mic are kind of like dads.”

Izuku furrows his brows, desperately trying to keep up. But he probably realizes that there’s a reason why you can’t give him a straight answer, and besides, all families are different, so he’s hardly one to judge.

“Anyways, what do you have for lunch?” you ask excitedly.

“Huh? Oh. My mom packed me katsudon,” Izuku smiles. Just like you did moments prior, he opens his lunchbox to show off what’s inside. “Katsudon is my favorite, so whenever I get to eat this for lunch, I’m always super happy!”

“I feel the same about burgers,” you nod solemnly. “If I could eat burgers for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, I would. But Aizawa keeps saying I need variety or whatever. I don’t really get it, if I’m being honest...”

Izuku giggles. “Well, if you ate burgers all the time, then it probably wouldn’t be your favorite food anymore, right? You’d probably get sick of it at some point.”

“No,” you reply confidently. “I will never get sick of burgers.”

“Wow. You must really like them! Probably even more than I like katsudon!”

Since you’re incredibly generous (and also a bit curious), you offer Izuku some of your burgers in exchange for having a taste of his katsudon. He accepts, and while his food tastes delicious too, it only affirms what you already knew to be true.

Nothing will ever compare to a good-ass burger.

This of course stems from the fact that it was the first food you ever had. The very first thing you ever tasted since you became a conscious, living being. The taste is comforting to you, even if you don’t realize it, and it’s food that feeds your soul, not just your belly.

But either way, burgers are delicious, and that alone is plenty reason for you to keep eating them.

Lunch is a lot of fun, since you get to spend it chatting with Izuku. The two of you have a great time, and Izuku especially, because up until you came along, he either spent his lunches eating alone, or being teased by Katsuki and his groupies.

Speaking of a certain blond piece of shit, his lunch is going horribly, despite the fact that his mom packed his favorite spicy curry.

He can hardly stand the sight of you and Izuku, giggling stupidly, without so much as a care in the world. You really aren’t all there in the head if you’re choosing to hang out with that lame nerd. And you can’t even read properly, which further reinforces that you’re an idiot.

“Katsuki, what’s wrong?” one of the boys asks him. “You keep looking at [Name]. Are you still upset because she forgot your name?”

Katsuki’s face instantly reddens. “She did not forget my name,” he counters. “She was just pretending like she forgot my name. There's a difference. And why should I care about a stupid girl like her who doesn’t even know how to read?”

“Oh. Yeah, I guess so,” the boy acknowledges. “There’s no way someone would forget your name, Katsuki. Maybe she’s just shy. She might have a crush on you.”

“Ew. I’m not interested in girls and their cooties. Especially not the extra stupid ones.”

Katsuki shoves a spoonful of curry into his mouth and spares another quick glance at you. Then again, a crush is actually quite plausible. Everyone’s always praising him for how cool he is, and girls are no exception. It would certainly explain why you’re behaving so strangely, completely unlike anyone he’s ever met before.

Katsuki’s lips curl into a smug grin. A crush, huh? Yeah, that has to be what’s going on here. It’s the only explanation that makes any sense.

He doesn’t even realize that he’s been fixating on you for so long, at least, not until you finally turn his way and knit your brows together.

“Why do you keep staring at me?” you frown. “It’s annoying, so please stop.”

You turn back around and resume happily chatting with Izuku. Meanwhile, Katsuki’s spoon drops onto his desk, and for a solid minute, he sits there with his mouth gaping wide open in disbelief.

He seriously despises you to no fucking end.

A bell chimes, and just like that, your first day of school is officially over.

It was a lot of fun. Hanging out with Izuku was unarguably the best part, and even though you’ve discovered you need to polish up on your reading and writing skills, you’re not discouraged in the slightest. You’re sure that Aizawa and Present Mic can teach you more stuff at home. With their help, you’ll be an A+ student in no time.

“Aizawa! Mic!”

You rush out of the building, and just as promised, they’re both there waiting for you.

“Kiddo!” Present Mic grins. He opens up his arms so that you can run right into them, and without wasting a beat, he picks you up and twirls you around. You giggle at the sensation of your tiny feet being lifted off the ground.

Aizawa watches the exchange with a smile. “You look like you’re in a good mood. I’m guessing you had a fun time?”

“Yep!” you beam. “Oh, and best of all, I ran into a really nice boy who’s in my class! I think we’re going to be really good friends!”

Right on cue, Izuku appears behind you, walking next to a pretty woman who you can only assume is his mother.

“That’s him,” you say, pointing excitedly. “Izuku, look! This is Aizawa, and that’s Mic, who was with me at the playground! They’re the two nice people that take care of me.”

At first, Izuku is a bit bashful, and hides behind his mother’s arm. But as the seconds pass, and he stares at the two men’s faces more and more, a look of realization settles across his face.

“N-No way!” he exclaims, running up to you. “Are you the Voice Hero, Present Mic?! I didn’t realize it last time, but now that I’ve looked more closely, and the name Mic... it has to be you, right?”

“Hm? Ah.” Present Mic chuckles a few times. “Here I am, out of costume and in casual clothes, but you still recognized me, huh? I guess I do have pretty distinct features. Man, sometimes it’s tough being this handsome.”

“No, I think it’s just that your stupid expression is a dead giveaway,” Aizawa remarks.

“What?! Take that back right now!”

“I only speak the truth.”

“Curse you, Aizawa!”

The two are bickering like always, and it makes you giggle. Even though you’re a kid, you can still tell that it’s all in good fun. They get along great, and they care about each other. That much is obvious.

Izuku clenches his fists, eyes glossy and wide. “U-Um, if you don’t mind... would it be alright if I got your autograph? It’s just that you’re a really cool hero, and I love heroes, so...”

His voice tapers off near the end, and he bows his head, visibly flustered. It’s clear that he’s kind of starstruck and doesn’t quite know what to do.

Thankfully, Present Mic isn’t the type to leave a fan hanging.

“One autograph coming right up,” he grins, pulling out a pen (which he keeps on his person for this exact reason). Izuku lets out a squeal of delight, promptly digs into his backpack to grab one of his notebooks, and Present Mic proceeds to write a lengthy and personalized message.

When he’s done, Izuku stares at his new autograph in awe, and you can tell that he won’t be forgetting this meeting anytime soon.

“Say thank you to the nice hero, Izuku,” his mother, Inko, prods.

“Huh? O-Oh, right! Thank you! Thank you so much!”

The little boy bows his head over and over again, and you can’t help but feel like he’s being needlessly polite, especially since Present Mic is as laidback as they come, but you suppose it just goes to show how happy he is.

Izuku really likes heroes, it seems. And as fate would have it, you’re being raised by not one, but two of them.

Nobody can fault you for wanting to brag a little.

“Aizawa is a hero too,” you proudly declare. You expected Izuku to lose his mind again, and granted, he does get a bit more excited, but after a few seconds, his brows pull into a frown.

“S-Sorry,” he stammers. “I’m usually so good at recognizing heroes, but I’m kind of having a bit of a hard time with him...”

“Haha!” Present Mic laughs. “Suck it, Aizawa! You’ll never measure up to me in terms of popularity! Or looks, for that matter!”

Aizawa rolls his eyes. “You know that I deliberately avoid making public appearances. Unlike you, I don’t waste my time worrying about trivial matters like that.” He looks back towards Izuku. “It’s okay if you don’t recognize me, kid. I keep my hero work on the downlow. But thank you for supporting this loud idiot, even if he doesn’t have much to offer.”

“Hey!” Present Mic protests. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Aizawa ignores him, then offers you his hand. “Anyways, time to go home, [Name]. You can tell us all about how your first day went when we get back.”

“Okie-dokie! Bye-bye, Izuku!” You start to wave goodbye to your friend, but at the last second, you have a sudden thought, and you briefly pull away from Aizawa to whisper in Izuku’s ear. “Eraserhead,” you mumble. “That’s Aizawa’s hero name, just in case you were wondering. Don’t worry. If you want his autograph, I can get it for you another time.”

His green eyes go unspeakably wide, so sure enough, he has heard of Aizawa.

For some reason, it makes you feel awfully proud.

“B-Bye, [Name]!” Izuku waves. He’s so excited he’s practically bouncing in place, no doubt looking forward to the autograph you promised him. Unlike Present Mic, Aizawa isn’t usually too keen on interacting with fans, but you’re positive that with a bit of time, you’ll be able to convince him.

Aizawa frowns when you link back up with him. “What were you whispering about?”

“It’s a secret,” you hum.

“Oh? Already keeping secrets, I see. Your classmates must be a bad influence on you,” he muses.

“Nuh-uh! Everyone seems really nice so far. Oh,” you blink, realizing something. “I guess there is one guy that might be a bit of a bad influence. But don’t worry, I’m staying away from him.”

“What?” Present Mic frowns. “Is there a problem child in your class?”

“I guess you could call him that. Mic, remember the blond kid that was trying to make people climb that tree? That's him.”

Present Mic lets out a loud, obnoxious gasp. “Great heavens above. Aizawa, this is serious. There’s a demon in [Name]’s class.”

“I’m sure you’re just exaggerating,” Aizawa sighs. Still, you can feel his grip on your hand instinctively get tighter. “But like I said before, there’s always going to be people that try to pressure others into doing bad things, so don’t be swayed by him. Always make the smart, safe choice.”

You nod in agreement. “Don’t worry. I won’t get hurt because of him anymore. He tried punching me today in class, but I evaded him, and then he got in trouble with the teacher. It was kind of funny.”

In your mind, it was just a casual, thoughtless remark. You’re unharmed, after all, and since no limbs were broken in the process, you figured it was no big deal.

But in light of the information you’ve just divulged, Aizawa and Present Mic find their expressions turning to horror.

They proceed to lock eyes, and in that moment, it’s clear that they’re both thinking the same thing.

“What’s that little brat’s name?” they both glower. “We’d like to have a word with him.”

You purse your lips. They seem awfully serious all of a sudden, although you can’t understand why, because you got out of that situation safe and sound. Clearly, you have yet to realize just how overprotective your ‘dads’ can be.

“His name,” Aizawa insists. “Trying to hurt someone is absolutely unacceptable. We need to take this up with the kid’s parents. In fact, I’m surprised the teacher didn’t tell us. She must have been trying to give the boy a second chance, but it’s still inexcusable.”

“He’s already gotten a second chance,” Present Mic grimaces. “Back at the playground, I already caught him trying to hit [Name] once. It looks like he’s a repeat offender, and bullies like that need to be dealt with right away.”

They’re becoming more heated by the second, and again, it’s strange, because as far as you’re concerned, your first day of school went splendidly.

But you suppose you should tell them what they want to know, since they seem so worked up about it.

“His name,” you start, furrowing your brows, “his name is, um... his name...”

Ah.

“Darn. Looks like I’ve forgotten it again.”

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cowboybarzy · 1 year ago

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So y/n goes to this game like always everyone knows she’s barzal wife or girlfriend when the fight happens something snaps and she’s like yelling acting like there gonna hear her saying “HEY THATS MY MAN DONT TOUCH HIM LIKE THAT” people are recording her or she lands on the jumbo screen and the guys saying there’s go barzal gf or wife love to see this. They both end up going viral on Twitter mat was over the fight but y/n still was mad and going on and on saying wtf I would of squashed him if I was right there because no one grabs my man like that 😤 mat finds it entertaining because he’s never seen her this worked up and he’s kinda turned on by it knowing she would fight for him LOL even tho he wouldn’t allow it but he ends up kissing her by how in love he is with her maybe gets alittle smutty

now that fight last night was quite something and god Mathew I want you to do it again! but not too often, I need you to keep looking pretty.

wc: 820

cw: alludes to sex, but not really smut (sorry I’m working on other smut rn haha and didn’t have much time to write today)

gif made by @pyotrkochetkov

You turned around from the conversation you were having with a friend to see Mat finally come out of the locker room area. When he was close enough, you could see there was a big red bruise coating his nose and part of his cheek from the fight he was in earlier. “Aw, baby, are you ok?”

“Perfectly fine.” His smile was sweet and crooked as he wrapped his arms around you. Your lips brushed gently against his bruised skin then finally landed on his lips.

Once you were sure he was fine, you pulled apart and playfully punched him in the chest. “What the hell were you thinking? Fighting? Maty! You know my rule, no teeth, no wedding.”

He laughed. “I know your absolutely ridiculously absurd rule. Don’t worry, I’ll have all of my teeth for the big day.” He kissed the top of your head, still getting excited at the mention of your wedding even after months of being engaged and it being pretty much all planned already. “And he attacked me. I wasn’t about the back down. I’m not scared of a little fight.”

A rush of heat flowed through you, seeing him get worked up again. And you had to admit, as much as you hated the fighting aspect of hockey, it was kind of hot seeing Mat defend himself and get into a little brawl.

“And it looks like you’re not as mad as you’re pretending to be.” He totally picked up on your vibes.

“Alright, so maybe it was a little hot to watch,” you admitted. “But don’t make it a regular thing.”

“Sure about that?” His eyebrows raised and a little mischievous grin appeared as he pulled you closer to him by your hips.

“At least not until after the wedding. I need you looking pretty for the pictures.”

“Alright, no more fights until the wedding.”

———

“Ok, so maybe I will keep up the fights if you’re going to be this turned on afterwards,” Mat mumbled out of breath when you rolled off him, back onto the mattress.

“You made a promise,” you responded, yelping when his lips were back on your skin in seconds. His teeth graded your neck, down your naked chest.

“It’s very hard to resist.” He came back up to kiss you passionately. You had lost count of the amount of times you had sex within the last few hours of coming home from the game, sleeping, and waking up to more sex.

“Alright, get off me I’m starving.” He fell back into the pillows with a laugh, but instead of getting up to go to the kitchen, you grabbed your phone for your daily morning phone time. Mat did the same.

To your surprise, there were a ton of notifications. Texts, instagram, twitter, etc. And also from people you didn’t even know. A quick investigation told you that you were in fact the reason for all the fuss.

“You seen this?” Mat had the same expression on his face, as he was looking through the exact same type of notifications. People sending a video of you from the game last night, yelling during Mat’s fight. The person who filmed it was too far away to pick up audio, but based on reading your lips, people could tell you were yelling something the lines of ‘HEY THATS MY MAN DONT TOUCH HIM LIKE THAT’.

You looked to Mat for his reaction, but he was just laying there, naked, watching the video over and over again, his jaw slowly dropping. You watched him nervously, internally cringing that a video of you like that was currently trending. Mat finally faced you.

“My girl.” He laughed and was back on top of you in seconds. “My feisty girl. And here I thought you were upset I was fighting, but you would have easily stepped in.”

“I was just trying to protect your pretty face.” He smiled wide and started attacking you with kisses, sucking and biting your skin.

“I had no idea you could get so worked up.”

“I’ve been hanging around you for too long.” He chuckled and kissed you deeply. You could never get enough of him.

“Protecting me. I’m supposed to be the one protecting you.”

“You clearly need it.” You loved teasing him, especially since his kisses got more intense the longer it went on.

“I’m pretty sure I won that fight last night, so I can protect myself.” He got on his knees and his lips wandered down your body. One of his hands grabbed your breast, massaging it, while his lips started assaulting the other. He licked around your nipple, sucking and biting it playfully. “But my job is to take care of you.”

He moved further down the mattress, getting ahold of your thighs and roughly pulling them apart. “Now be a good girl and let me do my job.”

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nosyp · 1 month ago

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Trouble, Trouble, Here I Come!

Warnings = Smut, Teacher-student relationship, Creepy behaviour, Swearing, Slight favoritism

Pairing = Bokuto Kotaro, Kuroo Tetsurou, Oikawa Tooru, Akiteru Tsukishima x fem! reader

Summary = Orientation starts a bit rocky with Akiteru, your principal, but you continue on. Once the games start is when you decided to flee, only to come across many of your future professors.

Word count = 3.5k (i'm so very sorry it's so short...)

"Welcome, students!" Tsukishima Akiteru’s voice echoes through the main hall, full of forced & faked enthusiasm. Then, he abruptly clears his throat and adjusts his tie as he scans the huge room filled with loads of students. "I know the first day of school can be nerve-wracking, but we’re all here to learn, grow, and— uh— have fun!"

Someone coughs. A few students glance at each other. Akiteru presses on.

"As your principal, my door is always open! Unless it’s closed. Then, y'know, knock first. Haha."

The silence that follows is deafening.

Ouch.

"Anyways, I will be your principal, and today I will brief you for your upcoming school year," Tsukishima Akiteru announces, his voice carrying through the main hall.

You squint at him, arms crossed. This guy? The principal? He looks more like someone’s older brother who just happened to wander in and take the mic.

"I know some of you may be nervous about starting a new year, but don’t worry! Our staff and faculty are here to support you." He pauses, flashing a grin that seems a little too self-satisfied. "We’re basically one big family!"

A few students exchange looks. Someone coughs to hide a laugh.

You sigh, already feeling the weight of the school year pressing down on you. If this is the energy the principal is bringing, you don’t even want to think about the teachers.

"Now, let’s go over a few important rules—" Akiteru starts, but you’re already tuning him out, your mind drifting elsewhere.

Holy shit was this going to be a boring school year. Mmm… well… not unless you make it fun.

Kita had spent so much time briefing you and telling you to behave well at school until you were half-deaf in both your ears.

Yet, here you were, barely five minutes into the principal’s speech, already zoning out.

Kita had spent so much time briefing you and telling you to behave well at school until you were half-deaf in both ears. “

Make sure to be respectful. Pay attention in class. Don’t slack off.” His words repeated in your head like a broken radio that couldn’t be turned off. Honestly, you wished there was a block button for people in real life.

And yet, as you sat in that crowded hall, slumped in your seat with arms crossed, you were doing the exact opposite.

"— aaand finally, let’s have a great year together!" Akiteru clapped his hands, snapping you back to reality. The hall erupted in scattered applause, some students barely lifting their hands in half-hearted claps.

You exhaled. Great. Only 365 days to go.

—

"Now, let's move on to the ice breakers!" Akiteru exclaims out loud, earning sighs from all across the audience.

And you weren't any different. You ran out the moment you heard the word "ice breaker”.

You slip out the doors as soon as the words leave his mouth, blending into the crowd of students who were groaning about forced socialization. Ice breakers? No thanks. If you wanted to play pointless games with strangers, you’d do it on your own terms.

The hallway is surprisingly empty, save for a few people who had the same idea as you. You walk aimlessly, just looking for a quiet place to escape the impending awkwardness.

"Skipping orientation already?"

The voice is smooth, amused. It was one that belongs to someone who's definitely caught you in the act. You turn around slowly, only to find yourself staring at a tall figure leaning lazily against the wall. Messy black hair, sharp hazel eyes, and a smirk that practically screams trouble.

‘Kuroo Tetsurou’, the badge on his shirt says.

Your new teacher.

Great.

“Orientation’s boring,” you reply. “I could be doin’ way more important stuff than play a game with strangers who don’t even care about me,”

He hums in amusement, finally standing up straight. “I’m Kuroo Tetsurou by the way,”

“Yeah, I can see that.” you answer, glancing at the shiny badge on the left side of his suit. “By the way, do the dorms have a curfew?”

“Hmm…? Why are you asking?” he responds… with another question.

You let out a loud sigh, before saying: “Just answer the goddamn question,”.

“Yep there is, it's like 12am-ish. I’m not too familiar with those types of rules. Gotta ask Principal Tsukki or something,” he says. “Anyways, I gotta go. See ya later, hun.”

He turns around, slowly disappearing into the void.

“See ya,” you whisper instinctively.

Hun? What the hell? Whatever, he probably just calls all his students by nicknames right…

“Y/NNNN!!!” you hear a high-pitched voice yell out from afar… and footsteps running your way.

“Yeah, what do you need Yachi?” you turn to face her, hands fixing the edge of your skirt.

“Wait, before, wasn’t that Kuroo? The really really hot teacher,” she mentions with hearts in her eyes.

“Meh, I don’t see it. What does he teach anyway?” you reply.

“Chemistry,” Yachi says, nudging you with a knowing grin. “And I mean chemistry in more ways than one.”

You roll your eyes. “Real original.”

“I’m serious! Everyone’s been talking about him. He’s like, the hottest teacher on campus,” she continues, practically vibrating with excitement. “Tall, messy hair, deep voice, sly smirk—ugh, it’s unfair. Why do teachers get to look like that?”

“Maybe because they’re… y’know, teachers?” you deadpan. “Not idols.”

Yachi ignores you, fanning herself dramatically. “I bet his lectures are super engaging. Imagine him leaning against the desk, sleeves rolled up, talking all scientifically about—"

“Okay, I’m stopping you right there,” you interject. “If you wanna daydream about him, at least do it when I’m not around.”

She pouts but then grabs your wrist, dragging you down the hall. “Fine, fine. Let’s just find our next class before we’re actually forced to participate in those icebreakers.”

You sigh, allowing yourself to be pulled along.

At least now you know one thing…

And that was this school year was already off to an interesting start, putting the orientation aside yeah.

—

“Man this school’s huge, I feel like we got lost like a million times already!” Yachi’s bright, bubbly voice cheers.

Then, you hear footsteps from the other side of the hall. Shit. Shit.

“Who’s there?!” a voice comes from that area. You just had to hope it wasn’t a teacher or anyone important.

Yachi and you quickly hide behind the nearest pillar. Without realising, you were holding your breath, as if it would affect the outcome of the situation.

The footsteps came closer… and closer… and closer. Until it stopped.

And a figure slowly started emerging from the peripheral of your view. Fuck. It was definitely one of the teachers you saw at the meeting hall before.

“Girls? What are you two doing here?’ the tall, white and black-haired man asks. “Aren’t you two… supposed to be at orientation right now?”

Without even thinking of what to say next, you just blabber the first thing that comes to mind. Which is… “We were just going to the bathroom and we got lost! This school is so darn big that we got lost so easily… sorry for troubling you sir.”

Damn. That was kinda good. He’s going to buy it right?

He doesn't respond, stare going blank for a while before he suddenly half-shouts, ”Oh! Alright!”. A wide smile stretches from ear to ear and he extends his hand towards you.

You stare at the hand in confusion. What does he want you to do? “W-what…?” you ask, head tilting slightly to the side as your pointer finger touches your bottom lip.

“Take my hand,” he says, a smile still present all across his face.

You look over to your right to see Yachi and both of you exchange glances.

You give her the ‘What the hell do I do?’ stare.

‘Take his hand, duh!’ she motions toward his hand, signalling for you to take his hand.

With a loud sigh, you place your hand atop his. Then, almost in the blink of an eye, he pulls you close to him.

“Wouldn’t want you getting lost now do we?” he whispers in your ear… with a faint hint of… seduction?

You flinched backwards instinctively but quickly regained your composure. “A-alright sir…”

For the next few minutes— yes minutes— he gives you a whole tour of the campus rather than simply showing you the bathroom. What if you really really needed to go…?

Whatever, at least you didn’t need to, to your luck.

“Ahhh… and this is my office. I hope to see you come often— to uhm… ask questions…! Not for any other particular reason,” he mutters the second part silently. If it wasn’t for the awkward silence, you probably wouldn’t have caught what he said.

He stops in front of the wooden door, glancing at you before looking back to the door… with his hand still gripped tightly around yours.

And also with Yachi following behind you two quietly. You couldn’t help but feel bad for the poor blonde girl, since she was practically ignored the whole time with the male teacher.

“Hey…? Are you there?” he snaps a couple of times to capture your attention. “This is my office by the way…”

“Oh! Yup,” you hurriedly respond. Your eyes glance to the back and you see Yachi staring in awe at the metal sign beside the door.

‘Bokuto Kotaro’

“Woahh! So you’re the legendary Mr Bokuto!!” she shrieks, hand in front of her face to further accentuate her shock.

“Yup! I’m Mr Bokuto! Of course…?” he cheerfully says… before realising he doesn’t actually know your names. “I-if you don’t mind me asking… What's your names?”

“I’m Yachi!” happily said by Yachi.

“And you are…?” he moves his eyes towards you.

“Y/N. Y/N L/N,” you respond.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N and Yachi!” He proudly greets you two.

Eugh… you had no idea but for some odd reason, you get a really bad feeling from him.

…

…What now?

“Oh! Yahoo! Bokuto, aren’t you supposed to be at orientation right now?” a voice yells out from the other end of the passage.

Why do people keep appearing when you least want them to? At this point, should you just make an excuse and run away again?

“Yeah— Actually, I’ve got to—”

“Hey, who’s this cutie over here?’ the handsome teacher asks, then he moves his gaze to your best friend. “And you’re Yachi right? We met before if I’ve not mistaken,”

“Yup! That’s me,” she responds before flinging her arm around your shoulders.”And that’s my friend Y/N.”

“Y/N…?” the brunette teacher repeats.

“Y/N L/N.” you firmly state.

“L/N?!” he repeats again.

“...” you stare back at him eerily. “What about it?”

“N-no… nothing hehe. Just heard that name around somewhere,” he replies, hand rubbing the back of his head. “Welp, anyways I got to go! See y’all next time!”

Fuck. What the hell did he mean he heard that name somewhere?

“See you!” Bokuto and Yachi yell back at him.

Now, all 3 of you share an awkward silence.

“Mr Bokuto… If you don’t mind me asking, who was that??” you inquire.

His eyes widened slightly, scanning your face for a while before saying, ”Uhm— that’s just another teacher in the school, no need to worry about him. He isn’t important right now,”

What the hell? Why doesn’t he just say who?

“Alright I guess…”

—

For the next hour, you just spend it going around the premises with Yachi & Bokuto. And holy shit was that tiring as hell.

SLAM!

The door roughly hits the wall as you rush into your room and throw yourself onto the soft, white mattress.

“That was fun right?” Yachi asks while she lays her bag down on the cold, hard, wooden ground.

You lay still for a moment, unresponsive. “Ughhhh! That was so fucking borrrinngggg! And Sir Bokuto is just annoying.”

“Oh, c’mon! Don’t say that. He was just being nice is all.”

“Hell no,”

And you passed out to sleep right then and there.

—

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Three rough knocks at the door. “Y/NNN!! Get up! We gotta go!”

Ughh, just as the bed was starting to get nice. But alas, the show must go on. With a heavy sigh, you sleepily drag yourself out of bed, feet shuffling against the cold, rough floor. Your limbs feel like hard rocks as you walk toward the door, cracking it open just enough to see who’s on the other side.

Eyes still half-lidded with sleep, you mumble, “I’m up, I’m up…” before swinging the door fully open. You didn’t bother waiting for a response before you turned back inside, stretching your arms over your head and stumbling toward your closet to grab whatever outfit seems decent enough for the day.

Oh. The skirt you bought with Kita is perfect for this occasion. After all, you have to make a lasting impression on your teachers during class right? Yesterday doesn’t count though.

Body still groggy, you reached for the pieces of clothing in the wardrobe and started getting ready.

Kuroo Tetsurou – Chemistry Teacher

Bokuto Kotaro – P.E. Teacher

Oikawa Tooru – Literature Teacher

Sakusa Kiyoomi – Health Education Teacher

Suna Rintarou – Computer Science Teacher

Tsukishima Kei – History Teacher

Iwaizumi Hajime – Physics Teacher

Terushima Yuuji – Music Teacher

Tendou Satori – Psychology Teacher

Miya Atsumu – Math Teacher

Miya Osamu – Economics Teacher

That’s the list of your professors… honestly you’re just glad that that bitch Akiteru isn’t teaching anything. You felt like he would ruin the class just like how he ruined orientation.

Anyways, you flipped the booklet over to the next page to check the schedule for the day. Only to be met with the fact that your first lesson of the day was physics… one of the worst subjects to exist— all subjects sucked, it’s just physics sucked most.

—

The soft sound of the door clicked open, and you barely managed to step into the lecture hall before being met with the voice of your unbeloved teacher.

“You’re late.”

Your eyes snap up from the floor, meeting the sharp and super scary gaze from Iwaizumi Hajime. His arms are crossed over his chest, looking pretty unimpressed at your behaviour as he watches you take your seat.

“Not my fault,” you grumble, sliding into an empty chair. “It’s physics. The universe is against me.”

A few chuckles ripple through the classroom, but Iwaizumi doesn’t look amused. He huffs, rubbing his temples as if he already regrets taking this job.

“Alright, just don’t do it again. Anyways, let’s get started everyone. Since today’s the first day, we’ll keep it simple—”

You stop listening. There’s only so much enthusiasm you can fake for physics. Instead, your eyes drift toward the large windows, taking in the sunlight that spills into the room. You admire the flock of birds that fly past, wishing you were one of them. You swore God made a glitch when he put you on the Earth as a human.

That is… until something hits your desk.

A long ass ruler in the hands of Mr Iwaizumi Hajime himself.

“Oi. Pay attention.”

Your eyes snap back to your teacher, who’s now staring you down with an eyebrow raised. Oh, great. You’ve already made yourself a target.

This is going to be a long class.

—

The bell rang. Finally, that class felt like it had lasted HOURS. Once it rang, you felt all of life come back inside you like a dark hole in space.

Well, that was until…

“Y/N. Stay back for a while.”

Ooh shittt. You were in so much trouble now.

As he said that, you heard shocked gasps come from all corners of the classroom, even from the shy students who never spoke a word. However, you highly doubted it was anything serious since this was only your first offense.

Nonetheless, you obeyed. Stepping up onto the platform in front of the classroom, you slid right beside him.

“Hmm, what do you need, teach?” you ask, very curious to know what he’s going to say.

He doesn’t say anything, and only puts his hand behind your head. That’s before he pulls you softly and “nicely” to whisper in your ears: “You should be more careful when dealing with the rules honey.”

You pull back, yanking his hand off your head. “Why should I?” you whisper against his ear, almost in a seductive tone if you were to listen closely.

“You’re already wearing such a short skirt… and you decide to be late for class too? I would’ve let the outfit slide but I don’t tolerate tardiness. I kind of wonder what Kita would say if I were to call him right now. Don’t you?” he replies.

It’s almost like a threat. Plus, it’s not like Kita can control you. He’s just a brother, nothing else, nothing… more?

“Hmm… but Kita has nothing to do with thisss…” you whine, tugging on his tie like you’re testing his patience.

His breath hitches, just for a second— so quick to the point that if you weren’t paying attention, you’d have missed it. But you did notice. And the realization has a smirk curling at your lips.

“Oh? Cat got your tongue, sir?” you purr, tilting your head slightly as you glance up at him through your lashes.

Iwaizumi scoffs, regaining his composure as he snatches his tie back from your grasp, smoothing it out as if your touch had ruined it. “Cute,” he mutters, rolling his eyes. “But don’t think you can get outta this just ‘cause you’re tryin’ to be all sweet with me.”

You hum in amusement, leaning in just enough for your lips to hover near his ear. “Who said I was trying?”

The way his jaw clenches at that? Beautiful.

But before either of you can take it further, a sharp voice cuts through the air.

“What the hell is going on here?”

You turn your head, only to be met with none other than Oikawa, standing a few feet away with arms crossed, gaze sharp as ever.

…Well, shit.

—

You had no idea how it even happened. You had no idea how you were suddenly pinned between the two incredibly hot teachers. All of you were still fully clothed, but it was so so clear how you all felt— horny.

Iwaizumi’s chest was pressed against your back while Oikawa’s chest was against yours. Heat radiated from both their bodies, transferring to yours… and down between your legs.

Oikawa’s smirk is absolutely infuriating. It was cocky, teasing, exactly like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. His fingers ghost over your hip, tracing light, deliberate patterns that send shivers up your spine.

“You’re awfully quiet now,” Iwaizumi murmurs, tilting his head as his lips hover just above yours. “What happened to all that attitude from earlier?”

Iwaizumi clicks his tongue behind you, his grip tightening just slightly on your wrist, keeping you still between them. “Yeah cutie. You’re always getting yourself into trouble and Kita told us allllll about it…” he mutters, voice low, rough, warm against your ear. “So, what are we gonna do with you, huh?”

Your breath hitches, fingers curling against Oikawa’s chest as heat pools in your stomach. The way they tower over you, the way their eyes seem to drink in every little reaction— it’s overwhelming, dizzying.

Oikawa chuckles, thumb brushing against your jaw as he tilts your face up to meet his gaze. “I think she likes it, Iwa.”

Iwaizumi exhales sharply, his grip shifting to your waist. “Yeah?” His voice drops lower, more dangerous. “Then maybe we should see just how much.”

And with the way your heart is racing, you already know…

Oikawa’s smirk only widens as he leans in just a little closer, his breath warm against your lips. His fingers trace along your jawline, slow and teasing, like he’s savoring the way your body reacts to him.

“You’re looking a little flushed there,” he murmurs, tilting his head. “Nervous?”

Behind you, Iwaizumi’s grip tightens on your waist, pulling you back just enough for you to feel the firm press of his body against yours. “Or maybe she’s just excited,” he mutters, voice low and gravelly.

Your breath is coming out faster now, heart pounding against your ribcage as their touch is gentle but deliberate and yet… sends a spark of something through your veins.

Oikawa hums in agreement, pretending to think. “You know,” he muses, brushing a thumb over your bottom lip, “it’s a little unfair that you like to keep acting up in class but don’t deal with the consequences.”

Your fingers clutch at the fabric of his shirt, trying to steady yourself as the weight of their presence threatens to make your knees buckle.

“What…” your voice comes out breathier than you intend, “what consequences?”

Iwaizumi’s chuckle is dark, amused. “Oh, princess,” he murmurs, his lips dangerously close to your ear. “You’re about to find out.”

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simpjaes · 4 months ago

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i became a fan of enha in july. i found milf hunt fic wip in july. i have been waiting for this ever since i got into jay. u dont know what u just did for me. its crazy.

im just thinking of pregnant milf reader and jay as her new husband, loving her newer curves and bigger tits. just like when he used to let the neighbours assume more about his relationship with her, he does the same things. drinks coffee in the patio by the pool with a newspaper in hand. when they do shopping in their town, he has a hand on her hip as she walks, proudly showing off his employer turned wife. The rumours spread by the other women proved to be true, he is her husband. he pounds into her wet pussy every night, he drinks from her leaky tits. He fixes her fence, changes her light bulb, takes care of the little girl who calls him “dad”, he whispers to her swollen belly, builds the new baby a crib. buys matching clothes for their daughter and his child. he proudly shows off to the women he used to work for, that instead of boys his age struggling in tiny apartments with big boy jobs, he can stay lavishly finishing college with building a family checked off his list. his wife gets him to a big boy job too so she can rest with the upcoming birth.

he truly is the absolute trophy husband 🎀 our trophy husband

- noona anon

TROPHY HUSBAND IS THE EXACT. MAN. MH JAY IS!!!! you are also his trophy wife too tho.

me gushing about MH aftermath:

like, you make enough money to take care of him through college, even enough to take time off work during pregnancy etc, he would absolutely be the house husband while you're the money maker. I personally see him dropping out tho, ngl. Like living the full life of being a house husband, maybe getting paid to do odd jobs around the neighborhood like "ooooo can you fix my fence too Jay?" and "Ahhhhh, can you clean my pool like that?"

but ofc, it would still be classy wives tryna get his ass all sweaty and sexy for them to ogle at and he'd always come to you like "Babe, why do i feel like they're bitching me out?" and you'd probably snort, eating the craving food he's bought for your a million times by now like "Well, look at you."

You'd not be super jealous or toxic, even based on your history bc of who jay is, and how he treats you. He's cleaning some lonely wife's pool and he'll just talk about you every time she approaches him. like, example:

"Jayyyy, oh you cleaned it so well, would you like to come inside f-"

"yeah, my WIFE says I'm pretty good at this." and "haha, i should be getting home to my PREGNANT HOT SEXY WIFE"

[there's still the eventual option of him getting a big boy job, but for now i think his sole purpose in life that he wants to fulfill is being a dad. he'd not go back to school or get a big boy job until the kids are in school.]

He would definitely flaunt tho. He'd still likes the attention from other women of course, but for a different reason now, sometimes even seeing the women around town who did get to touch on him back before he landed you and always making damn sure they know what they're missing out on. Hand on your back, lovingly guiding you through the grocery store, kissing on you before you go to work in the morning. SUPER PDA from him. ABSOLUTELY on the porch with coffee like a fucking DAD too. that's the cutest fucking image omfg.

would throw BBQs, and you'd invite all of your friends and they'd snicker and whisper with you over how lucky you are to land such a hottie boy-toy. and you'd always correct them with a narrowed eye like "That's my husband, not a boy-toy" and he'd prove it every time ;-; making the best goddamn bbq in the city, playing with your kids and all the others, making all the ladies super jealous that their husbands are too "manly" to play dolls or dress up with the kids, or sword figh the little boys in a fuckin' tutu [bc jay would absolutely do that, wants to make all the kids have a good time when they're in his well-maintained yard]

Even more jealous that Jay does all the house work, cooks, cleans, parents, runs errands etc. he does everything they do for their own husbands, and MORE. The way you glow and flush when they ask about your sex life, phew, boy, they know Jay's gotta be a fuckin' maniac or something in bed.

NOT TO MENTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you'd be so so so pregnant.... jay would just, like, constantly be so so horny.

always touching on you, always massaging the pain away and trying to contain his cock because he neeeeeeeeeeeds youuu. def sucks your tits every night, esp when you start lactating KJFHSDKJFDS and you're like "ewwww jay that's so gross" all playfully, but his mouth always soothes your sore tits, and he wouldn't care anyway. he loves his mama, fr. loves even more when she stops calling him "Jay" or "Jongseong" all the time and refers to him as daddy in bed.

whispers to your belly all the time, rubbing it, takes you to every doctor's appointment, buys you everything you need [albeit with your credit card lmfao] for real just drops EVERYTHING FOR YOU at any given moment.

And there is a part in the fic where he fantasizes about you waking up every morning filled with his warm cum. He'd do that too, pregnant or not. Condoms are a fucking NO-NO in this house [for now], at least until you've had a third, even then he'd have to get snipped or you'd go on birth control bc there is no way in hell he's not gonna at least pretend to constantly get you pregnant. Jay wants a big family, you only wanted 2. But you've come to the agreement that if you want to have at least one more pregnancy, he will still be here, and he will be doing all of the work outside of carrying the baby.

also, second child is a boy. imagine jay glowing just as much as you are when he finds out.

man, im so soft for him. this is a mess, i just choked out every single thought of milf hunt husband jay all in one go and like, there's more in this broken ass brain of mine too,

for instance, how he asks you to marry him, where you get married, how is family reacts, how your ex husband reacts, your daughter + jay interaction, the birth and him absolutely fainting in the delivery room, how his friends act when they find out what he's been doing etc

#ask #anon #fic talk #fic: MH #i love him so bad #SO MUCH

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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 2 months ago

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𝗪𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆

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The Seine River, flowing through Paris, shimmered even more brightly under the warm sunlight.

By its banks, a woman stood gazing at the water thoughtfully.

(Found you.)

Upon approaching, I saw Mitsuki holding a bottle containing a letter.

Drake: "A message in a bottle? I've received something like that before."

I quickly snatched the bottle from her hand, remembering that I had told her before that I was going to go throw it in the ocean.

Mitsuki turned around, eyes wide in disbelief.

Drake: "Look, a cute little fawn gave me this palm-sized ocean. Pretty cool, right?"

Mitsuki: "Drake!"

I flashed her a smile and showed her both the bottle with the letter and the shell bottle I had received before.

Immediately, her eyes welled up with tears.

(Ah, there was a sea in your eyes, too.)

Like the water's surface, they gleamed so beautifully that I wanted to keep staring, even though this wasn't my first time seeing them.

Mitsuki: "Drake? Is that really you?"

Drake: "Haha! The one and only Captain Drake."

Drake: "Believe me, Mitsuki."

As soon as I said that, she threw herself into my arms.

Why did I return to her? It was because my traveling companion outsmarted me.

------------Flashback-----------

After bidding farewell to Mitsuki, I passed through the door with Galileo and continued my endless journey through different eras.

Galileo: "I was able to investigate the possibility that Mitsuki's existence is influencing fate, but..."

Galileo: "It's ridiculous that you secretly made a bet and lost, Drake."

Drake: "Yeah, yeah, I'm a real fool, aren't I?"

I didn't remember what triggered it.

Usually, I was the one doing most of the talking. But for once, Galileo brought up what had happened with Mitsuki a year ago.

Drake: "Back then, my reckless actions exposed us."

Drake: "We even had to abandon our hideout. I really messed up."

Galileo: ".........."

Galileo didn't seem angry, but his silence made it clear he was exasperated.

Galileo: "So, Drake, did you get what you wanted?"

Drake: ".........."

Drake: "Yeah. I think so. Turns out, I had a wish I didn't even realize myself."

(I want to believe.)

That's what I had been wishing for somewhere deep in my heart.

(I unconsciously expected that Mitsuki, who holds onto her belief so firmly, wouldn't betray me.)

(She stayed true to her feelings and fulfilled my unspoken wish.)

She proved that there are feelings that, even when entrusted to another, will never be betrayed.

The strength of her belief still lingered inside me, like a light flickering in the darkness of my heart.

Galileo: "Don't you miss that girl?"

Drake: ".........."

I never expected Galileo to ask me that.

Caught off guard, I couldn't help but laugh—maybe today was the day hell would freeze over.

Drake: "Haha! Of course, I miss her. She was adorable and a damn good woman."

(Maybe it's even worse because I crossed that line with her.)

I remember the heat of her skin that night, the sweetness of her voice in my ears, and the raw, earnest emotions she poured into me.

That overwhelming feeling completely threw my heart into chaos.

Every part of Mitsuki I experienced with my senses now lingers in me as an unbearable longing.

(She became such a big part of me that she won't just fade into memory.)

(But…)

Drake: "To me, she's like a treasure sunk to the bottom of the sea—one I can never reach."

Galileo: "Treasure?"

Drake: "Yeah. The purest, most polished golden treasure."

Drake: "But one that comes with a price—a treasure you can't claim without giving something up."

(And I chose this journey instead of the treasure.)

Maybe it was my way of making amends for losing that bet with Mitsuki.

Or maybe it was because I didn't want to betray Galileo, who carried the same burdens and walked this path with me.

(I don't know if what we have is trust or something else entirely, but I wouldn't be thinking this way if I hadn't met her.)

Drake: "It's enough to leave the longing for an unobtainable treasure here."

Galileo: "..........."

I tapped my chest, and Galileo glanced at me, then said nothing more.

Silence stretched between us until a door appeared at the end of the hallway.

Drake: "Huh? This place..."

I opened the door and looked around, tilting my head in confusion.

It was our hideout—the one I thought I'd never return to.

Drake: "Hey, Galileo. Why the hell are we back here? We don't have any business in this world anymore."

I turned to look behind me and saw Galileo standing just beyond the half-open door.

Galileo: "This world has begun to distort, and the vampire hunters are on the move."

Galileo: "Even if it seemed like things settled because of that girl, the hunters likely have their sights on the mansion's residents."

Galileo: "The spark leading to ruin is still hanging around."

Drake: "Well, yeah, I guess."

Galileo: "And that spark is one you helped ignite, Drake."

Drake: "Ha?"

Galileo: "You intervened in the flow of fate just as much as they did. Am I wrong?"

Now that he mentioned it, maybe he had a point.

I could have just stood back and watched, but instead, I rushed in headfirst to help Mitsuki.

Drake: "Yeah, but I had a promise to keep—to save my little fawn."

Drake: "Wait, hey!"

Before I even finished speaking, Galileo started closing the door from the hallway side. I barely managed to shove my foot in, stopping it from shutting completely.

Drake: "Why the hell are you trying to leave me behind, Galileo?!"

Galileo: "Drake, you will stay here, in the 19th century, and witness the future you distorted."

Galileo: "Besides, you've found something else to hold on to besides this journey, haven't you?"

Drake: "………"

Galileo: "You no longer need to wander the endless sea. You no longer need a companion."

(No longer need, huh?)

He said it so indifferently, like tossing out something useless. But somehow, it felt intentional—like he was forcing himself to be that way.

Drake: "Are you taking pity on me because of my little fawn?"

Galileo: "Who knows?"

Galileo: "I'll go on alone. You, on the other hand, can enjoy your fleeting dream until I bring this world to ruin."

(Galileo, you're leaving me here on purpose, aren't you?)

Galileo: "If you desire something, then take it by force. Just like Francis Drake, the pirate who once changed the course of the world."

He said challengingly and gave me a slight shove on the shoulder.

It wasn't strong enough to push me back, and I could've easily resisted. Yet, my feet stumbled backward a few steps.

And just as the door swung shut between us, I swore I saw Galileo smile—just a little.

---------Flashback Ends--------

After reuniting with Mitsuki, when I told her I was leaving, she said she would come with me.

On the day of our departure, I took her to the Seine River.

Drake: "What's on your mind, little fawn?"

Mitsuki: "Huh?"

Drake: "You had that far-off look in your eyes for a second."

(She's spent her whole life in that mansion. Of course, she'd feel a little sad leaving it behind.)

I figured she was feeling sentimental, but I was wrong.

Mitsuki: "I was just remembering the moment I decided to follow you."

Mitsuki: "Our endless journey, full of the unknown, and the outcome of our little bet as well."

(Oh? So, instead of dwelling on the past, she's already looking ahead to the journey?)

Mitsuki turned her gaze from the distant horizon to me, her eyes softening as she smiled.

I found myself smiling back, drawn into those eyes.

(Yeah. We don't know how this bet will end.)

(I wish for ruin, and she wishes for hope.)

(We want completely different things, but this never-ending bet is our silent promise to stick together forever.)

But there was a new feeling growing inside me, one I hadn't expected.

Drake: "Hey, Mitsuki."

Mitsuki: "Yeah?"

Drake: "I bet on this world ending. But honestly, I wouldn't mind if you won."

I couldn't care less what happened to this world.

(But if she's happy, maybe I wouldn't mind letting her have this win.)

Her eyes widened in surprise before her cheeks flushed pink. Then, she gave me the brightest smile I'd ever seen.

Mitsuki: "Yeah. If I win, I'm sure you'll like the future waiting for us too."

Drake: "Oh, but don't think for a second I'll go easy on you."

Mitsuki: "Hehe, I know. The bet and our journey are far from over."

Mitsuki: "So, take me all the way to the ends of the sea, Captain."

Drake: "----!"

Drake: "Damn it! If you're gonna be that cute, I'm gonna have to get you back."

Mitsuki: "Huh? Wait—kyaah!"

I plopped my hat onto her head and, with a swift motion, scooped her up right there on the boat.

Draco: "Captain! Revenge! Fawn! Revenge!"

Draco flapped his wings, circling above as he squawked like he was egging us on. With Mitsuki now settled on my lap, I met her gaze, and the waves gently rocked us beneath the endless sky.

Drake: "Yes, Your Majesty. As you wish, I'll take you to the ends of the earth."

Drake: "You're the woman of my destiny. The greatest treasure I found after wandering the endless sea."

Like a sailor doomed to drift forever, I once carried only despair for this world, longing for its ruin.

(But at the end of my voyage…)

I found a love that would never betray me.

Mitsuki: "I'll follow you from now until forever. No matter what happens, I won't betray you."

Drake: "Yeah, I believe you. Because you're the one who taught me to believe."

Drake: "I love you. Even if the world ends one day, I still want to see the future you believe in."

Mitsuki: "Hehe, isn't that a contradiction?"

Drake: "Yeah, it is."

Drake: "Now, let's begin our grand voyage."

Still, I'll keep going and steal Mitsuki away all the way to the end of fate.

(She believed in me, even when I betrayed her. She taught me what was worth believing in.)

(She's my destiny.)

The one and only woman who will carve through everything—through love and destiny by my side.

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winchestersisterimaginessss · 4 months ago

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Request: okay this is so weird but I was in Costco and randomly thought about if Dean was there he would be running to all the sample stations and taking the samples LOL. Can you make a sister story around that idea??

A/N: that’s so funny and so true HAHA. I hope this is what you were looking for. Requests are always open!

Sam and Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader

There was a very specific moment in my life that I could pinpoint as the exact second when I realized Dean Winchester might be a terrible influence on me.

It was years back, during one of our rare breaks from hunting. We were in some sleepy little town, the kind where the biggest attraction was a “World’s Largest Ball of Twine” or something equally ridiculous. The day had been slow, and we’d been on the road for what felt like forever. Sam was buried in a stack of research, as usual, and Dean and I? Well, we were bored out of our minds. That’s when I suggested, half jokingly, “Why don’t we hit up Costco?”

Dean, ever the thrill-seeker, instantly perked up. “What, like, for real?”

And thus began our now-famous Costco adventures.

Now, months later, here I was again, sitting in the backseat of the Impala, eyes wide and sparkling as I glanced out at the road ahead. I already knew what was coming. Sam, who was still focused on the case in his lap, wouldn’t see it coming until it was too late.

But I had plans. Plans involving wholesale and samples. I’d thought about it for a while—just the idea of Dean and me gorging ourselves on all the free samples was too good to resist. And I could already feel my mischievous grin creeping up.

"Hey, Dean," I said, the words dripping with anticipation.

He glanced up from the radio dial, already sensing something was coming. “Yeah?”

I didn’t even try to hold it in. I let out a giggle and said, “I’ve got a craving for Costco.”

Dean didn’t flinch. He didn’t even blink. He just turned his head slightly toward me, his eyes lighting up with recognition. “Costco? Oh, you mean...”

I grinned. “Yep. Samples.”

Dean’s grin matched mine in an instant. He didn’t need more explanation. He knew exactly what I was talking about. “Hell yeah. I’m in and I’m always in for hitting up the best food court in all of America after.”

"Yes! Costco hot dogs for the win!" I shouted, unable to contain the excitement bubbling up inside me.

Sam, who had been completely zoned into his case notes in the driver’s seat, suddenly glanced at us through the rearview mirror. “Wait... what?”

I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I burst into giggles, Dean doing the same, as we both looked at Sam like we were planning the most genius heist ever.

“Sammy, you’re not telling me you’re not on board for the Costco Sample Run?” Dean asked, practically bouncing in his seat.

Sam blinked a couple of times, trying to process the information. “Costco? You’re both... serious right now?”

I could barely breathe between my laughter. “You should really join us, Sammy.”

Dean shrugged like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Seriously, Sam. It's free samples. Then we hit up the food court. You in?”

Sam glanced between us, his expression shifting from incredulous to exasperated. “You two are... crazy. But I swear, every time you get an idea in your head...”

I shot back at him, “You know you want to, Sammy.”

Sam rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything else. He just muttered under his breath while Dean turned the wheel toward the nearest Costco parking lot.

Once we parked, Dean was already out of the car before I even fully unbuckled my seatbelt. The air smelled faintly wholesale delight. I jumped out of the car, following him inside with a grin on my face so wide it felt like my cheeks might split open.

“Alright, let’s make this quick,” I whispered conspiratorially to Dean as we walked through the sliding doors. “We don’t want to miss any good ones.”

Dean, grinning like a child at an amusement park, leaned toward me. “I’m ready. We gotta hit every station.”

“Exactly.” I grinned back.

We were off, darting through the aisles like a pair of maniacs. And then, we saw it. The first sample station—meatballs. Tiny, sizzling, aromatic meatballs. Dean and I were practically on top of the booth before the worker had a chance to hand them out.

“I’ll take one,” Dean said, before grabbing a toothpick and stabbing at a meatball, like it was some sort of prize.

I followed suit, grinning wildly as I took my own. “Oh man, this is good.”

Dean chewed thoughtfully, then nodded. “Okay, that’s a win.”

I didn’t even need to say anything else. We both knew we were in this for the long haul now. Sample station after sample station, we attacked them all—shrimp skewers, cheese sticks, mini quiches. It was a marathon, and we were winning.

At one point, we hit the dreaded “protein bar” stand, where the bars looked suspiciously like they had been made out of recycled cardboard. I knew Sammy would like this. The worker was cheerfully handing out tiny pieces, and I could feel both my stomach and my sense of humor brace for impact.

“Oh God,” I whispered to Dean, barely able to hold in my laughter as I grabbed a piece. “This is gonna be awful.”

Dean grinned, his face already scrunching in anticipation. “I don’t know, kiddo. Maybe it’s a good one.”

I took a bite and immediately regretted it. “Nope. This is cardboard in bar form.” I gagged a little and swallowed, grimacing. “This is... the worst.”

Dean couldn’t even pretend to enjoy it. “What kind of sick person makes this?” he muttered, his face twisted with disbelief.

“I think this is what they feed prisoners,” I said between gasps of laughter, trying to clear the taste from my mouth.

Dean looked at the protein bars, shaking his head. “That’s a crime. This should never be legal.”

I leaned over toward the worker, who was busy talking to another customer. “You thinking what I’m thinking?” I whispered to Dean.

Dean’s eyes gleamed with mischief. “Oh yeah. Let’s grab another... and we’ll get it to Sammy.”

I grinned like a kid who’d just stolen candy from a store. Quietly, while the worker was distracted, Dean and I grabbed a couple of extra bars, slipping them into our hands when no one was looking.

“You know he’s probably gonna love this,” I said, already anticipating Sam’s face when we handed them to him.

We both stifled our laughter as we moved away from the booth, already plotting how we would surprise Sam with the disgusting health bar.

Eventually, we wrapped up our sample hunt. Dean and I had both stuffed ourselves with tiny cups of chili, minuscule bites of sandwiches, and more meatballs than I could count. But the real fun started when we hit the food court.

“Alright, let’s do this,” Dean said, his eyes sparkling as we approached the counter.

I practically skipped up to the food stand, my mind already set on the main event: the hot dogs.

“Can we get uh,” Dean said to the worker, practically leaning over the counter in excitement. “Six hot dogs. And don’t skimp on the mustard.”

I grinned, already salivating. “And the soda. You can’t forget the soda. Costco soda is the best.”

“Best deal in America,” Dean added, his voice full of absolute conviction.

The worker handed us our order, and we took our trays, sliding into a booth near the window. The moment I bit into that hot dog, I knew Dean was right. There was something about Costco’s hot dogs—cheap, delicious, and perfect. I couldn’t even explain it, but they just tasted better than anything else.

Dean was already halfway through his first hot dog, his eyes closed in bliss. “This is the real deal, kid. No fancy restaurant can beat this.”

I nodded, my mouth full. “It’s like they put magic in these buns.”

The silliness of the moment—it was a perfect break from the chaos of hunting and the endless fights with demons and monsters.

Sam finally arrived at our table, looking utterly unimpressed, but a little more amused than he let on. “You two are unbelievable,” he muttered, looking at the hot dogs we’d demolished in minutes.

“Come on, Sammy. Try one. You know you’re curious,” I teased, holding out my extra hot dog to him.

Sam looked at it, his face still skeptical. “I’ll pass.”

Dean leaned in, grinning like a madman. “I get it. Too good for Costco hot dogs, huh? Well, I promise you’re missing out. It’s the best hot dog in America. Don’t make me prove it.”

“Yeah don’t worry Sam, we got you something else incase you get hungry later.” You grinned, thinking back to the nasty protein bars you and Dean grabbed for him. Dean snorted, “Oh yeah man, you’re gonna love them.” He looked at you and you couldn’t hold back the laughter that erupted.

Sam sighed, his lips twitching into a reluctant smile. “You’re both insane.” But even Sam couldn’t stay grumpy. As we sat there, devouring more hot dogs than I thought was humanly possible, I realized how much this little moment meant. It wasn’t about the samples or the hot dogs or even the ridiculousness of our mission—it was about being together. Being a family. And in this strange, crazy world we lived in, those moments were what kept us grounded.

I watched Dean, his face smeared with ketchup, and felt a warmth spread through me. It didn’t matter that we were on the run or hunting monsters. What mattered was that we were here, together, sharing this absurd, beautiful, ridiculous time.

“So, what’s next?” I asked, wiping my mouth with a napkin.

Sam sighed deeply, leaning back in his seat. “We hit the road again. We’ve got a couple hours of driving ahead of us before we get to the town where all the women are disappearing.”

“Oh yeah, let’s save these women. I hope they’re hot.” Dean said, a smirk creeping across his face.

I groaned, rolling my eyes. “Ew, Dean.”

He just gave me a wicked grin. “What? A guy can’t dream?”

“You’re gross,” I said, slapping his arm lightly, though I couldn’t keep the laugh from creeping into my voice.

“I’m just saying,” Dean leaned in, elbows on the table. “If I’m going to put my life on the line, it’d be nice if I got something out of it.”

I gave him a pointed look, narrowing my eyes. “You're seriously gross.”

Dean just grinned wider, not even a little bit fazed. “Alright, let’s head out.”

We all stood up, gathering our trays and trash, tossing them into the bin before walking toward the door.

As we walked toward the Impala, I couldn’t help but elbow Dean with a grin, giving him a subtle nod toward my pockets. He caught my drift instantly and by the time we made our way to the car, we were giddy. There was something about the utter absurdity of it all—Dean and me, sneaking around, grabbing the bars while the worker wasn’t looking, then sneaking them into our pockets—that just felt right.

We got in the car and didn’t even settle before

I giggled and I pulled the protein bars from my pocket and tossed them into Sam’s lap. “Here, Sam. We got you a little something.”

Sam blinked down at the protein bars, his eyebrows shooting up in genuine surprise. “What... what is this?”

I leaned back, unable to contain my laughter anymore. “It’s a surprise.”

Dean, fighting his own laughter, added, “You’ll love it. It’s the finest protein bar Costco has to offer. Trust us.”

Sam’s face twisted in confusion, and then he stared at the bars like they were some sort of alien artifact. “You’re seriously giving me this?”

Dean, unable to hold it in any longer, burst into a fit of laughter. “Oh, you’re gonna love it, Sam. It’s like chewing on cardboard and regret. You’re into that stuff.”

I was already in tears, clutching my stomach from laughing so hard. Sam, however, just looked at us—amused but also kind of horrified.

“You two are the worst,” Sam muttered, though I could see a reluctant smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Dean slapped Sam on the back. “You’ll thank us later when you get hungry, I promise.”

As we drove off into the sunset, my stomach full and my heart full of silly, stupid joy, I couldn’t help but think that, in a world full of monsters and chaos, moments like this—moments of pure, ridiculous fun—were the ones that made everything feel just a little bit more normal.

And honestly? If that wasn’t the best thing in the world, I didn’t know what was.

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