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Hope They Catch Us - G.S.
Synopsis. When youâre on-screen, itâs always a rivalry to see whoâs best - you just never thought that it would be the same struggle in bed.
Pairing. Actor! Gojo Satoru x Co-Star! Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, rivals-to-lovers, co-stars to lovers, unprotected, oral (fem receiving) slight exhĂbitionism (stuff with cameras), marking, praise, Satoru is actually down BAD, cĂșmplay, tabloids, lowkey fluffy at the end, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.5k
A/N. YA GIRL IS BACKKKK ;D Also happy belated three months to this blog hehehe.
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You hated him. Oh, how you hated him. All because of a red-hot rivalry that had sparked ever since the two of you took the industry by storm. And everyone from Hollywoodâs bigshots to your adoring fans knew that no matter where Gojo Satoru goes, you were sure to never be within a ten-mile radius.Â
Well, usually.Â
âIâŠshit- Iâm in love with you.âÂ
Because avoiding Gojo like a plague really isnât saying much when said plague was currently sitting right next to you. Eyes boring into yours, signature smirk plastered on his face while he rattles off a disgustingly sweet confession - all on the set of your latest movie.Â
Somehow, in a cruel twist of fate, your co-star.Â
And to add insult to injury, this wasnât just any movie - it was only set to be the biggest romance film of the summer. So not only did you hate to tolerate Gojo, you had to pretend to be in love with him.Â
Perfect. Great. Wonderful. If only the check wasnât as tempting as it was, you think he wouldâve successfully driven you to an aneurysm already. Especially considering that the scene tomorrow was-
âCUT!âÂ
That snaps you out of your little reverie, bringing you back to the still very ongoing film shooting. You risk a glance at the disgruntled director, cheeks aching from the sappy fake smile you had to hold for this scene.
âSomething wrong?â you bat your lashes deceivingly innocently. You knew exactly what was wrong. And one look at Gojo - dressed to the nines and huffing sulkily at being interrupted in the middle of his monologue - told you that he did as well.
âIt just doesnât feel real.â The director shuffles his script, voice dropping to a sigh at your confused gazes. âThe spark, it doesn't feel real.â
âWhat?â you silently thank your years of acting for keeping your voice steady. You squirm in your seat the longer the silence stretches. This cozy little cafĂ© they rented out too tight, Gojoâs fingers intertwined with yours too hot. Too soft.Â
âCâmon. You are in the perfect romantic set-up.â the other man gestures wearily at the cafĂ©, at the dim-lighting and the proximity of your seats. âSo why do you two look like you want to just- strangle each other?â
âOoo kinky~â
Itâs the first time Gojoâs spoken up since the scene was ended early and honestly that was enough to have you fulfilling the directorâs suspicions.Â
âThat.â you give him a pointed stare. âThat is probably why.â
And that just draws out such an infuriatingly light chuckle from Gojo, as he sprawls all over his chair with the audacity of someone that owned this entire set. âLighten up. Youâve told us, nâ in the next take Iâll fix it. Easy peasy.â
If only it was that âeasy peasyâ. The director was anything but satisfied, running a hand through his hair frustratedly. âItâs not just me, even the public is worried whether your âfeudâ will get in the way of such intimate scenes. You-â he jabs a finger your way. â-better pretend like you want to kiss him senseless and you-â whirling now to Gojo. â-better act like youâve wanted nothing more for years- Not to mention tomorrowâs sex scene-â
Ah, right. The sex scene.Â
How could you forget? It might not be a walk in the park to giggle and make heart-eyes at Gojo, but to actually pretend to have sex with him? All on camera? Curse whoever wrote this damn script. You couldâve almost laughed at the universeâs absolutely awful sense of humor if it hadnât been for your paycheck - and the next words that tumble out of Gojoâs pretty mouth.Â
âWeâll ace it, you just watch.âÂ
You hurriedly snap your eyes to meet Gojoâs, sending him a look that says âbehaveâ, in a way that very much makes him not want to. Twinkling with such dangerous mischief that makes your stomach flip as he hums, âOr- Iâll ace it.â
God, was it a battle to remain professional. The only thing stopping you from snapping back being the way he squeezes your hand mockingly reassuringly - to which you send him a death grip back, of course.Â
âOh? Care to elaborate, Mr. Gojo?â the director asks, eyes flitting between the two of you. And you canât even laugh at the rest of the staff for almost toppling out of their seats in an attempt to hear his answer - because you are, too. Mind whirling as you lean closer, wondering just what nonsense would come out of Gojoâs mouth.Â
âWell, you could sayâŠâ he trails off suspensefully, like the smug bastard he is. Looking right in your eyes as he flashes an unfairly pretty smile your way. âIâm irresistible like that.â
Exactly the type of nonsense that would come out of Gojo Satoru, of course. And one glance at the director told you he was thinking the same thing. He was going to be the death of you. You canât help but breathe out shrilly, âYou fucking-â
âMy apologies, director, but our leads have a scheduled interview soon. Rest assured, we will be early on set for filming tomorrow.â
You were definitely giving Nanami a raise after this.Â
Because if looks could kill then Gojo would be six feet under and youâd be dancing on his grace already - and you let him know. A little over twenty times, actually, as the both of you are hastily escorted away from the set for an âemergency interviewâ.Â
It was a flimsy excuse, you both knew, but Nanami hadnât exactly felt like cleaning up a crime scene today. Instead, settling for a swift escape, the director calling out after you two to âLook like youâre gonna rip the clothes off each other tomorrow.â
Rip the clothes off each other, huh?
With the way things were going, you couldnât be surprised if you ripped him a new-
âCâmon, sweetheart~â Gojo gets out through giggles, that familiar cackle echoing in the narrow hallway leading to your trailer. âYâknow I was just having a little fun with that olâ man.â
He saunters unhurriedly behind your brisk pace, easily blocking the way you swing the door shut in his face. Letting it shut with such infuriatingly smooth nonchalance.Â
âFun?â you scoff, jabbing an accusing finger right in the middle of his sculpted chest.âDo you even realize the mess you couldâve made?â
âEasy there, mânot insured for these pecs just yet.â Gojo clasps your hands together. Some strange little part of your skin burning at the touch in- anger? Something else? But you donât think too hard about it, because heâs plowing on, âBesides, a little teasing never hurt anyone.â
Such a shame he was so pretty with the stupidest mouth.
âA little teasing? You practically declared to everyone in that room that weâre gonna fuck this up.â you move to pull him down by the collar instead, clearly unimpressed.
But oh you shouldnât have done that - because heâs so close now. Too close. Hot breath fanning your face, looking so smug as he murmurs unrepentantly, âDo you?â Chuckling lightly at your little head tilt, âDo you think weâll fuck it up?â
You clench your jaw, trying to keep it all together. â...No.â
âExactly. Weâre good then.â he winks.Â
âNo. Weâre not fucking âgoodâ.â you grit out. Wondering exactly how difficult it might be to bother the director into completely recasting the male lead for the movie. Looking up at that million dollar smile and- yeah, it would be very difficult. âYouâre so insufferable. I donât know why they cast you.âÂ
âMy good looks? My charisma? The way Iâm the-â he trails off with a sigh at your glare. âWell, youâre not exactly a ray of sunshine, sweetheart.â
âAt least I can act and-.â
He whines dramatically, cutting off your rant. âMe too!âÂ
This conversation was so ridiculous - but, hey, the great Gojo Satoru always did bring out the worst parts of you.Â
âNuh uh.âÂ
âYuh uh.âÂ
âThen why are you so stiff when acting like youâre in love with me?â
Somehow, that makes Gojo shut up. Mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water - gasping out a strangled little, âB-because- well-â And if you didnât know any better youâd say that was a light blush dusting his ears.
Only for a split-second, though, because heâs grabbing you gently by your shoulders, more seriously than youâd ever seen him. âFine. Listen, we both want the same thing right? To have pretend-sex and ace this film to win like five Oscars?â
And maybe at the heat of his newfound proximity, maybe at the way he was looking at you so goddamn intensely - you feel something hot and prickly pooling in your stomach. Swallowing thickly, you manage to get out, âIâll be the one winning the Oscars...but yes.â
Gojoâs gaze roams all over you - from the quirk of your eyebrow to the dress hugging you so sinfully tight. âThen weâll do it. Ace the scene.â
Traitorously, a shiver runs down your spine. And because the universe loves to play jokes on you, Gojo notices - of course, he does. Eyes lighting up with amusement and something you really didnât want to decipher as you blink up questioningly, âHow?â
âMethod acting, silly.â he rolls his eyes, as if he wasnât implying something that wasnât seen in even the cheesiest of romcoms. âThink of it as running lines.â
If there was ever a moment where your life flashed behind your eyes then this just might be it.Â
âYou-â you gulp, so hot all over. âYou better shut the fuck up and pray your face is insured because-â
At this, Gojo throws his head back and laughs - loud and boisterous. And usually youâd have a thing or two to say about keeping his voice down so as not to let anyone outside hear, but shit you were mesmerized. Damn, a weird little part of you kind of understood why directors loved him onscreen.Â
âFeisty,â he muses. âBut how can I shut the fuck up when theyâre second-guessing the two best actors in the game?âÂ
âThe best? Me, maybe.â you lean in closer, mouth as bitchy as ever - even when youâre so obviously crumbling bit by bit under his gaze. And he knew that. âBut not you.â
âWell, only way to find out is with tomorrowâs scene, right, sweetheart?âÂ
He drove you mad - everything from his heady cologne, to the way that overpriced button-up clung to him like second skin. But, donât pull away - how could you? Not when he inches closer ever-so-slightly. Not when he lets those overpriced glasses slide down his nose, eyes locked so heavily on you.
Fighting to keep your words steady, âThereâs nothing special about that scene, just fake moan in front of the camera, right? We donât need anyâŠâmethod actingâ.â
Gojo only raises a brow in amusement, lips curling into a grin that really makes you too aware of his little dimple by the corner. âThen whyâŠâ His eyes flicker down from his hands, searing on your shoulders, to yours - still grabbing his collar, just grazing the soft skin of his neck. Not pulling away. â...canât you let go of me, sweetheart?â
And then youâre kissing him - or maybe heâs kissing you, you really donât give a fuck. The only thing running through your mind being that shit this was Gojo bane-of-your-existence Satoru, and he tasted soâŠsweet. Like those cheap lollipops he often snuck on-set. Strawberry, you think.
But you donât get to confirm, because suddenly heâs pulling away mere millimeters. Whispering hotly, absolutely dripping with something dangerous, âSooo, is that a âyesâ to running lines?â
âUgh, shut up.â your lips ghost his. âAnd just fucking kiss me.â
And, well, Gojo doesnât have to be asked twice. Because it only takes a split second for his lips to find yours again.Â
Yeah, definitely strawberry lollipops.
You hadnât filmed any of the kissing scenes just yet, but damn you didnât expect him to be so hot and messy - like he was drunk off of you. Licking at the seam of your candied lips, groaning softly like he wanted more more more-
âSh-shit, Goj-âÂ
âCall me âSatoruâ when weâre fucking.â he cuts you off. âOr, my bad. When weâre ârunning linesâ.âÂ
Shameless. Though, you guess you werenât any better - not as you press yourself closer running your hands all over his sinfully thin shirt, feeling every bump and curve of his abs. âYou talk too much, Toru.â you hiss, muffled against his lips.Â
Oh that cute lilâ nickname had all the blood rushing to Satoruâs cock, you were so unfair.Â
âYou little minx.â Like a little punishment, heâs biting down on your bottom lip, tugging lightly at your surprised squeal. âYouâre gonna regret that.â
âHmm, I doubt it.â
And then your back is hitting the couch before you can react, bouncing lightly at the sheer force. And youâre so swept up in him - the way he hovers over you, arms looping around your waist, his knee wedging between your legs - that it almost hurts for you to pull away.
âPatience.â you huff out a laugh at Satoruâs disappointed whine, eyeing those pretty pink lips mere inches away from you. You just wanted them on yours. So badly. But no, there was something more important you had to do right now. âJusâ thought we should record our little rehearsal, whaddaya think?â
âRecord it?â
âRecord it.â
âRecord it, hmmm?â heâs whispering, more to himself than you. Fumbling with the zipper of your dress. âSo youâre sayinâ we tape it, let the camera see how pretty you look all fallinâ apart fâme.â Kissing down your neck, letting the flimsy fabric fall down, âNâ then we improve for the pretend sex. Shut all those snobby directors up by giving them the best fucking sex scene theyâve ever seen.â
âY-yes?â you mutter, as he starts tweaking your hardened nipples through your bra, clearly having way too much fun with this. âUnless-â
âFine by me.â
The fabric hits the floor before you even realize whatâs happening. Head spinning too much from the idea of being fucked on camera - by Satoru of all people, it takes you a second to realize that this bastard fucking ripped your dress off.Â
âYou probably broke-âÂ
âIâll buy you a new one.â muffled, as he kisses down your navel, blindly fumbling with his phone.Â
âIt was expensive.â
With an impatient sigh, Satoru sets the camera up on the coffee table beside the couch. âFive new ones.â Angling it just right to perfectly capture you - in all your disheveled, horny glory, and Satoru, smugly seating himself between your thighs.Â
âReady?â he asks, finger hovering over that damn red button.
Well, itâs just for rehearsal, right? Right?Â
âDo it.â you manage to get out, voice getting stuck in your throat at the faint ding! that rings throughout the heady room. âFor my Oscars?â
âFor my Oscars. Nâthe cameraâs gonna know.â
And whatever retort on the tip of your tongue dies when he rocks his hip against yours, grinding his cock against your soaked panties. Rock-hard and so damp with precum already - so big that any and all rational thinking flies out the window.
Which is probably why youâre letting out such a pretty gasp, âS-Satoru, I want-â
âWhat?â And Satoru only flashes you a devilish grin, hands spreading your legs as far as theyâd go on the couch. âThis?â
He licks a long, long stripe up your inner thigh, all the way till he just meets the hem of your drenched panties. Teasing. So hot and depraved in the way he breathes in your scent.Â
âOh fuck, sweetheart.â Satoru grunts, looking down in awe at the damp fabric, so flimsy and see-through with your sweet juices. You slick beading through so sloppily, just a hint of the state you were in. âYou donât know how you drive me mad.â
Rip!Â
Heâs so fucking starved that heâs just tearing your poor panties clean off. Throwing them behind him to God-knows-where before spreading your swollen folds with his thumb, showing off just how wet you were for him.Â
âYouâre a tease.â
âAnd youâre fucking addictive. Look how fuckinâ wet you are. For who, huh?â he slurs, breath hot against your cunt. Circling your entrance just barely with his fingertip, teasing you like he was addicted to those frustrated moans coming out of your pretty lips.Â
âSâfor you-â you whine, âAll for you, Satoru.â
âExactly what I wanted to hear.â
And thatâs all that needs to be said before heâs burying himself nose-deep. Drunk off your pussy as he licks long, languid movements. And it wasnât enough - never might be, actually, because only one taste and Satoru was like a man possessed.Â
Bullying his tongue between your folds, just dipping into your sloppy hole in a way that had your slick smearing all over his pretty face. Letting out such deep groans that had you clenching around his hot tongue.Â
Shit, if you knew that this was the way to shut up the great Gojo Satoru then you wouldâve done it a lot sooner. Because for one in his life, Satoruâs too entranced with something else to run his mouth, so fucking satisfied between your thighs.Â
âFuck- hah- think I like you better w-when hngh- youâre like this, Toru.â you purr, breath hitching as he bullies his tongue between your folds.Â
Maybe you were an idiot - maybe you were a genius, because that only sets him off more.Â
And suddenly Satoruâs pulling your body closer onto his hot mouth, like you were weighless. Pushing himself so impossibly closer while he makes out deeper with your wet cunt.Â
âAh! Hngh- Satoru-â you keen, tugging at his soft locks. As delirious as Satoru was pussydrunk. Drinking in all your cute lilâ whines of his name, angling your hips to lick all over like he couldnât decide between fucking your sloppy hole or toying with your poor, ravaged clit.Â
âMhm?â he murmurs, the vibrations making you squeal. Eyes rolling to the back of his head as lets your sweet juices slide down his throat. âYa like this?â Stretching you out on his tongue, thrusting in and out of your sloppy hole. Over and over- âLike when I tonguefuck your pretty pussy?â
âNgh- love it- sâgood. Ah fillinâ me up sâgood.â you squeal, bucking your hips desperately into his pretty face, broken little whimpers leaving you at each rough push of Satoruâs tongue.Â
And oh Satoru thinks he wouldnât mind being on his knees every day if it meant he got to taste you like this. âTell the camera too, sweetheart. Practice how youâll come around my tongue.â
Those words send a jolt up your spine - or maybe it was the way Satoru was sucking harshly on your clit. âF-fuck off.â
âMhmmm, nâ this is why Iâm the better actor..â
Ugh, this fucker. And with that you fight to turn your head - looking right in the camera. Feeling so fucking lewd as you let out such pornographic moans.
âYeah- feel sâgood.â you whimper, âWanted this for so long, ever since I first saw- ngh- you-â
And shit were you so fucking evil - at least warn a guy! Because that has Satoruâs heart lurching, almost jumping up from between your legs before it hits him with a pang - ah, right, you were just quoting your characterâs lines. Of course.
Well, two can play that game.
âYeah?â he mutters into your folds. Two fingers plunging knuckle-deep in your pussy, massaging your plushy walls. Roaming around for that one spot he knows will have you falling apart so deliciously. âCanât believe I waited sâfucking long. Yâknow how hard it was to hold back? With you wearing all those slutty skirts fâme?â
Your body is jerking violently, both at his - practiced - words, and the way he was devouring you like you were his favorite meal. His favorite taste.
So eager and in-character with the way he was setting such a dizzying pace on your poor cunt. Slick trailing down from his fingers, all the way to his wrist. So sloppy and- Pressing down. Hard. âFound it.â
And you can only sit there and take it, such cute little whines of Satoruâs name leaving you as he leaves no mercy. Jaw grinding deeper and deeper, maddening. Aching as he rolls and swirls his tongue against your clit over and over. And you were so-
âClose?â Satoruâs grunting and smacking his lips against your own. Truthfully, he didnât even have to ask - if the way you were trembling and squeezing so fucking tightly around him was anything to go by. âGo on darling. scream my name. Show off fâthe camera like you do best.â
âSh-shit. Toru- fuck yes-â youâve got an iron-tight grip on his hair now, pulling and angling him as you pleased for more. Barely able to let out those strained lilâ moans, definitely not with the way heâs dragging your sloppy pussy all over his face. Fingers cramping up from how rough he was going - but still not stopping.Â
âGo on. Cum fâme.â
And then you are. Letting out such a teary, strangled moan of Satoruâs name as you cum all over his face.Â
And itâs not just for the camera either - because this orgasm is probably the best one youâve had in a while. So hard that you donât even realize youâre arching and rocking your hips into Satoru, white-hot pleasure behind your eyes, blood roaring in your ears. Using him.Â
And he doesnât stop you. Why would he? You were so pretty falling apart all because of him. He wishes he could see this more oftenâŠ
âS-Satoru.â you mewl, overstimulated. Jolting with each flick of his tongue, trying to close your legs but you canât - he wonât let you. Greedily lapping up all your sweet juices, everything that you give him.Â
âNope.â he drawls, finally pulling away, delicate strings of your slick snapping as he does. Looking so fucking drunk off of you that it makes your cunt quiver exhaustedly. âCâmon now, sweetheart, you were sâpposed to say my characterâs name. Sâhow the scene goes.â
Oh. Shit, you got too caught up. But one look at Satoru - eyes half-lidded, hair disheveled, your juices glistening all over the bottom half of his face so prettily - tells you he was much the same.Â
âWellâŠâ you huff, voice shot. âAccording to the script you were supposed to stuff that-â pointedly eyeing the achingly hard cock straining his pants, â-in my mouth first before eating me out. So here we are.â
With a chuckle, he rises slowly. âTouchĂ©.â Looking you straight in the eyes - and probably into your very soul - as he pops his fingers into his mouth. One by one. Groaning at the taste of your sweet sweet juices while he sucks them clean. âBut I donât think Iâd last one second with those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.â
And it almost makes you want to tease him for it - one of Hollywoodâs biggest It Boys but you canât handle a lilâ blowjob? But all of that gets stuck in your throat as Satoru starts peeling off his shirt ever-so-slowly.Â
Shit, you think. All mouthwatering curves and dips, all the way from his toned, milky shoulders down, down, down to those neat tufts of white peeking out from the hem of his underwear. Sculpted like he was handcrafted so meticulously - a fucking masterpiece, you had to admit.Â
One that made you wish you took a longer look at all those shirtless magazine covers instead of throwing them out. One that had your thighs squeezing in such anticipation.
And Satoru seemed to be admiring you just the same, eyes locked on your pussy, the way it glistens and clenches around nothing - so ready for him. Distinctly aware of how pathetically needy you were being in front of the blinking camera, you crane your head to glance at it. Was it really capturing-
âNow now, first rule is to never look at the camera during this scene.â Only for Satoru to squish your cheeks together, forcing you into an embarrassing little pout as he turns you back to face him. âLook at me.â
And oh you canât not look at him.Â
Especially when he tugs his pants down, just enough that his throbbing cock springs out, so fucking long and pretty. Smearing glossy precum all over his abs, flushed your favorite shade of pink, rock-hard and so so angry. Shit, he was so hard it looked like it hurt.Â
âSatoruâŠâ you breathe, legs wrapping around his slutty waist to pull him closer. Only needier despite that little nagging voice wondering how the fuck youâd take his sheer size.
âSweetheart?â
âI remember he didnât do a lot of waiting in the script.â
And God were you right - but Satoru doesnât think he couldâve kept this act of restraint up any longer even if you werenât. Too impatient, too starved, his sanity dancing away from him with each second his fat cock wasnât stuffed inside your pretty cunt.Â
âMhm.â he purrs, one hand reaching down to drag his fat head up and down your slit. Heavy balls squeezing painfully at the way your lip wobbles in frustration. Up and down up and up and- âYouâre right.â
And then itâs like something snaps.
Because it only takes a split-second for Satoru to start splitting you apart on his massive cock. Big fat tears pricking at your eyes at the feeling that he was pushing all the way into your lungs.Â
âSh-shit, sâfuckinâ tight-â he lets out a low grunt at the slight resistance, taking everything in him to not just fuck into your snug pussy and use you like his little plaything. âYou gotta hah- relax, pretty girl.â
You needed to relax more - to breathe maybe, just something. You werenât even in the right state to wonder whether that little nickname was in the script - and God was Satoru thankful for that. Because all you can think of is how you never imagined what the bane of your existence would look with his cock stuffed in your dripping cunt - but now that youâve seen it, you think youâll imagine it for many lonely nights to come.Â
âHey, now. Donât get camera-shy just yet.â Satoru gives your ass a playful smack. âAfter all, this is only the best- part-â
Each word is punctuated with shallow, mindless little thrust to fit himself inside your dripping pussy. Such cute lilâ whines leaving your swollen lips that he really canât help but tease you a bit. Leering down at your fucked-out face with a smirk, âOr- my bad. Forgot such a scene would be hard for a rookie.â
Oh, did he know how to press your buttons just right.Â
Because immediately, youâre blinking away the delirious haze in your eyes, voice so adorably shaky - but determined - as you grit out, âBring it on, you B-list wonder.â
Thatâs all that has to be said before heâs finally bottoming out inside you, mercilessly. Inch by fucking inch. You gasp as his twitching balls smack your ass so lewdly, feeling his veins beat in such a slutty lilâ thump! thump! thump! against your heavenly walls.Â
âT-Toru- big- ngh- too fuckinâ big. Mâgonna break mpf-â his lips claim yours. Partially because itâs been way too long since heâs kissed your pretty lips, and partially because Satoru might just cum right then and there if he let you run your mouth.Â
So he lets his hips do the talking instead.Â
Cooing into your mouth at each little ah! ah! ah! every time he stuffed you full of his dick, quick, experimental thrusts to try and find that one spot he knows will have you falling apart so prettily.
âSounds so beautiful, sweetheart.â rocking his hips faster into yours. So hard you were sure heâd leave marks. âNo camera in the world can pick up how fuckinâ perfect ya are. Canât ngh- pick up those cockdrunk lilâ heart eyes.â Angling your chin just so that your sinful expression is caught on camera, âShit do ya even know youâre doing those? Might just make me lose it for real tomorrow. Might just make me sneak you off to the dressing rooms nâ-â Manicured fingers digging into your hips while he fucks you in jagged, purposeful strokes. Hitting that one spot. Hard. âFuck you all over again.â
You flinch as he uses you like some object. Dangerously liking it more and more as he smugly hits that magical spot over and over-Â
And it was so sloppy - so filthy with the way Satoru still had remnants of your slick all over his lips, matching the way you were soaking his cock. Fingers moving down to draw erratic little patterns on your clit, making it even messier.Â
Close - too close.Â
So, so desperate and debauched.
âCâmon. Show the camera. Tell the camera how much you love it.âÂ
âNgh- f-fuck you.â
âOh? Whoâs fucking who now?â heâs laughing at your absolutely wrecked state. You can feel Satoru twitch inside you as you mumble out such delirious little praises to the camera - were they coherent sentences? Youâll never know, because the next words that fall from his lips have your mind reeling.Â
âGod, mâaddicted to you, my girl.â
âThatâs not- ah- in the script, Toru.â you hiss. Close.Â
âI know. And neither is that.â he leaves such uncharacteristically gentle kisses down your neck. Miles away from the relentless place on your poor, abused pussy, fucking you deeper and rougher every time despite already bottoming out. âDoes it have to be?â
âTh-that doesnât ngh- make sense.â you gasp into his open mouth.Â
âDoesnât have to.â
Maybe itâs the way Satoruâs panting those words against your lips. Or maybe itâs the way heâs looking right in your eyes while he says them - like it would kill him to pull away. Maybe even that fleeting little kiss he leaves against your lips.Â
Because before you know it, youâre cumming and cumming so hard that you wonder whether youâd make it out alive. The only thing you can do is throw your head back and take it, thighs quivering, Satoruâs names spilling from your lips in such broken little whines while he thrusts so sloppy. Once. Twice.Â
âAh- this is gonna have me fallinâ, huh?â And then heâs letting out such a low, muffled moan of your name, filling you up with rope after rope of his cum.Â
What?Â
Itâs so messy - his cum overfilling your poor pussy, spilling out and coating his twitching balls. Shit, you canât even worry about whether it would stain that overpriced couch below you. Not when Satoruâs whispering out sweet- lines from the script?
âFuckinâ beautiful underneath me. Always was.â Hips still fucking into you - not even thinking at this point. âAlways will be. Such a vision onscreen, sweetheart.â So thick and hot, and dribbling all the way down your legs with every movement.
And then Satoruâs lips are finding yours again, tasting so unfairly sweet while he drinks in all your cute breathless gasps. âSuch a vision fâme.â
Those werenât from the script either.
Something soft. Something scary. Something that has you looping your legs tighter around his waist, letting him collapse onto you. Pulling him closer, in fact, because now that you know the weight of his body on yours, it just felt so right.
It takes a moment of silence for you two to catch your breaths, the still rolling camera being the last thing on your minds. Neither willing to speak first, because shit Satoru mightâve gone to countless red carpets and film sets but this - you are what strips him away from all the glamor and fame. Until he was just, well, embarrassingly Satoru.
The Satoru that was now shifting shyly in your arms, trying to get up. âUh- Hell of a way to run lines, huh? Better check the camera nâ see where to impro-â
He might be one of the biggest actors in modern Hollywood, but Satoru didnât fool you - not one bit. So without a word, youâre tugging him back to rest against you. Heart lurching just a little bit as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. Like a little hideaway - from the camera, from the world, hell, maybe even from you.
âYâknow,â he flinches ever-so-slightly at your teasing tone, giving you a playful bite. âI have one area of suggestion and it might just be that youâre too good at ârunning linesâ.â
â...Good enough to win those five Oscars?â
âNo.â
âThen guess I better prove it to ya, huh? Is the camera still on, sweetheart?â
Just then, some weird little part of you thinks that, hell, maybe you donât hate Gojo Satoru after all.
Not anymore, at least.Â
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⧠i'll show you (if you'll let me).
ïżœïżœ there is a certain touch of beauty to witnessing a side of theirs revealed to you so naturally. it becomes as easy as breathing if you just let it happen... so, will you? ( or in other words, a way you enable them to be themselves. )
#STARRING. aventurine, dr. ratio, sunday, dan heng ft. gn!reader. { 4.2k words }
#TAGS. fluff, established relationship. more: minor spoilers for aven's backstory (described mostly abstractly), ratio is referred to by his first name, i called sunday a nerd (sorry), dr. ratio & dan heng are certified workaholics.
#P/S. i think i may have yapped a little considering the word count but i hope it ends up being a good kind of yapping. tysm for reading! âĄ
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will you let aventurine hold you close when he sleeps? . . . whether it's an arm slung over your hips or his nose buried in your shoulder or fingers tracing shapes onto your skin. he doesn't ask for too much; only that you grant him the permission to cradle you in his arms, somewhere within his reach. it's a habit, he hopes you don't mind.
you have to wonder, though. considering the plenitude of pillows on the bed, why do his hands still seek you out? with all the credits he spent on those cotton-stuffed angels, you thought aventurine would relish them a bit more. but ah-ah, see? that is where you're wrong. sure, the pillows are extremely comfy but he always has a preference for things with much, much more value.
and the truth â well, his truth â is that even the softest cushions from oti mall couldn't compare to the privilege of laying his head on your chest, he'd say. especially when you brush his hair with your fingers - oh, one of the easiest ways to paradise. truly, the best value there is! can you blame a man for being honest and a little lovesick?
(âsappy,â you accuse. he pouts, offended.)
but aventurine has a flair for theatrics, you know that. his witty quips are as feather-light in weight as light-hearted they are in intent. but his touch - in the forms of kind caresses or rhythmic taps to a tune from his forgotten culture - lingers on your skin, with a yearning so heavy. you question whether it could be nostalgia or instead, silent awe at a reality he never imagined could ever be his.
(kakavasha remembers. clinging onto you for warmth like he once did to his sister, falling asleep with her prayers to mama fenge in his ears. the avgins believed gaiathra triclops to be the symbol of humility; so naturally, their prayers to her should also be humble, not too quiet but not too loud. all in moderation. for a frail child like him, those gentle prayers alone were enough to let him drift into a dreamless slumber and to ignore the shackles of reality if not for the briefest moments.
time passed. came a time where the melody he associated with slumber was no longer a soft voice lulling him but pure static, a noise to distract his mind from the chains around his wrists. they burned themselves onto his skin, searing, but he was already too familiar with the sensation to care. the mark on his neck was unwelcome, laughing at him, but he too laughed at his own pitiful reflection so what's the difference, anyway?
time passed again, the call of slumber then turned into clattering noises of chips doused in gold and dice thrown onto a surface. he thought it'd stay that way forever but before long, it morphed into up-and-down waves he couldn't decipher initially. they're gentle, faint like a human's breathing: your breathing as you allowed him to lie beside you for the first time, he realized back then. although he deems himself unworthy, an ugly grime on your pristine existence that still insists on cradling him â but despite it all, he finds this last melody to be his favorite so far.)
⧠a moment among the stars:
ticklish.
the sensation, minor yet still impactful enough, causes you to stir out of sleep. the light of noon greets your eyes and you become vaguely cognizant that the root of it all is the tufts of blond hair brushing against your neck.
there is a solid weight on your torso and a pair of slender arms loosely wrapped around your waist - but they're nothing you haven't grown used to. you comb your fingers through the messy locks licking at your skin, instinctively, and the fragrant scent of what you register as penacony's limited edition perfume kisses your nose.
â...ugh, what system time is it?â you let out a grunt, shifting around slightly to let your limbs breathe. you don't get an answer to your question, instead, aventurine's arms reestablish their hold on you. hooking you closer to him as if to wring out whatever proximity is left, if there is even any. his simple proclamation of âwho cares?â, in a sense.
there it is again, that ticklish feeling. you feel soft lips grazing feather-like kisses against your collarbone. oh, he definitely isn't letting go just yet. truly merciless, a dozy morning thought accompanied by your tired sigh. the noise still comes out fond, however, so your feigned act of annoyance is fooling no one.
âit's warm, you know,â you grumble. but the yawn escaping your mouth right after betrays whatever stern image you're trying to adopt. not like you can ever be too stern with him. aventurine knows this, yes, and he gives you an A+ for effort each time.
âmhm,â he finally speaks, snuggling into your chest with no care about anything in the world, âg'morning to you too, lovely.â
his favorite mornings aren't his favorite if not thanks to your innocuous complaints and delightful attempts at pushing his pretty face away, no? a lazy grin graces the stoneheart's lips and eyes like exquisite gems, although sleepy, flutter open to gaze at you languidly. he takes the sight of you in then lets out a sigh - a fond noise just like yours earlier; the both of you really are two peas of a pod.
you must look a terrible mess right now and yet, the sight of you has aventurine smiling dazedly. âah, what a spectacular sight. i really am the luckiest man in the galaxy,â he hums in approval. you want to roll your eyes but stops as he leans up to pepper (ah, one necessary correction: smother) kisses all over your face, arms dragging you closer to his chest like a cage. your eyes widen comically. what a nefarious trap, he has the advantage!
every remnant of sleepiness clinging to your mind evaporates. you squeal with laughter, shoving at his shoulder using the strength of a baby deer because no, you don't really want him to stop. he knows that too, of course.
âmwah, mwah, mwahââ
âpfft...! kakavasha, i can't breathe!â
(he has half a mind to pinch his skin, as if to remind himself that this is real. he can feel your giggles tickling his skin as if to tell him in return: yes, you are.)
will you let veritas pour his heart out after a long day? . . . well, that could count as too much of an overstatement. others say, âthat man is like a brick wall!â some more dare to whisper, âdoesn't his temper already exhaust whatever emotional quota he has?!â needless to say, everyone knows that dr. ratio is a man ruled by the mind, not by the heart. alright, that's quite true - but does that imply he has discarded the latter altogether? if so, then you beg to differ.
(not in the literal sense, of course! the heart is a vital organ of the body. saying otherwise would be akin to spitting on his shiny phd in biology... or his seven other phd's at that.)
the pedestal which the public places veritas ratio on reaches still great heights, even if it may not rival an ivory tower a member of the genius society resides in. it is so high up that mundane troubles of those below can't reach a genius like him, surely? well, as tall as he stands - somehow, the universe grants you a front row seat for a particular sight that proves otherwise.
if only they knew the doctor has a habit of mumbling these incomprehensible (more like barely intelligible) grumbles under his breath, striking a resemblance similar to a grumpy old cat. if you strain your ears hard enough, you might catch a â...this has to be it...â or â...i dare not think so...â from time to time as he roams around the room with materials in his hands.
(absurd, people would say. but you think it's extremely cute.)
veritas doesn't say it out loud - but you can tell by the hunch in his stiff shoulders, by the one or two sighs he huffs every six minutes - that he is itching to tell somebody of all the tomfooleries he has encountered today. of course, the topics he laments about vary; it's only when you hear him exhaling the loudest sigh that you get to find out.
mostly though, it's about his students and remarks on how they can further improve their performance â sure, he could phrase it a little gentler â but you still find it sweet that he cares. if not that, then it'd be about indolent colleagues, complicated formulae and more. on some days, he'll even let out an exasperated âtruly mind-boggling! could you believe that?â to which you'd reply with an âuh-huh, go on.â
at the end of a ranting session, veritas takes careful note to leave a kiss on your person afterward. no matter where it is - on the lips, the cheek or your hand. no matter where you are - sitting on the couch beside him, behind the kitchen counter or across the room. the warmth that stays on your skin when he pulls away is somewhat tingly. appreciative, you think, especially when he looks at you with such loving eyes that his colleagues would be sure to retch in shock if they were a witness.
looks like you are right on the money; he has never discarded his heart, after all. so yes, to rephrase - will you lend veritas a listening ear when he needs it?
⧠a moment among the stars:
â...yet another headache.â
as unsubtle as ever, the doctor's complaint is barely hidden behind the guise of a mumble. those neatly styled violet bangs of his aren't doing an excellent job at concealing that frown strewn across his forehead either. veritas's posture is tense, a dead giveaway, as he goes over the piles of documents on his desk.
you cock an eyebrow upon seeing the stamp belonging to the intelligentsia guild on one of the papers. definitely work. it has been two system hours since he took a seat at the work desk, you concur, or lifted a finger to do something besides flipping through drafts. a mere glance at the stack of documents is enough to convince you that those researchers at the guild must really value veritas's input.
a perk of being a genius, maybe? the phantom of a weight lands alight on your shoulders. with a mug of black coffee in hand, you make your way to him. your footsteps are without a sound, only the noise of porcelain being placed down onto woodenware is enough to announce your arrival. ârough day at work?â you ask, peering down at his progress.
(a doctor's handwriting really is something. you resist the urge to squint.)
veritas doesn't seem to mind. if the way he smiles at the sight of you, albeit tiredly, is any indication. âhah,â he rests a hand on his temple and scoffs wryly, âso much grievances like you wouldn't believe.â
oh, he is teetering on the precipice of a tangent but stops himself. â...fret not, i'm fine. this is hardly something beyond my expertise,â he shakes his head, the motion causing his reading glasses to slide down a smidgen down the bridge of his nose.
you're too familiar with the self-assured bravado he puts on. you're quite endeared, actually. âokay, mr. i-require-no-rest,â you take the glasses off his face and he breaks into a frown. at the childish tone you're using or for having his reading glasses taken away, you don't know.
âwhy don't you take a little break?â you suggest. veritas sighs, âneed i remind you that dilly-dallying is for fools who wish to waste their time?â and crosses his arms defiantly. he knows your strategy, he has come face-to-face with it several times.
âdo you think a break with me is a waste of time?â you present him with a rhetorical question, quite the difficult adversary.
(and he keeps losing to it every single time.)
âwell, that'sââ the doctor nearly splutters, taken aback. âthat's different if you insist on inserting yourself as a variable,â he infers, putting emphasis on the last part accompanied by an incredulous look.
âthe answer is up for debate then,â you shrug with a cheeky smile. your hand then deftly lifts the mug you previously set down to your lips, veritas's eyes dilate in bewilderment. âso,â you hum at the rich taste of your handiwork, âwanna tell me about your day? haven't heard about the council in a while.â
âyouââ he gasps in defeat, âi thought that was supposed to be my mug of coffee.â
(he has a slight pout on his face, but you dare not point it out lest it disappears in the blink of an eye.)
âour mug of coffee,â you take a few more sips with an innocent decadence. âall is fair in love and war, doctor.â
âi can never win with you,â he buries his face in his palm with a groan. you laugh heartily, a sound that chimes like quaint little bells in his ears - it elicits a reaction from his lips, for them to quirk up at the corners in the smallest of ways.
âregardless. . .â veritas relents and reaches for your free hand. you let him. âit seems a break wouldn't be so amiss, after all,â he then presses a kiss on the side of your wrist, affectionate.
(your heart skips a beat.)
will you let sunday regale you with facts you've never heard of before? . . . a man of eloquent words, no less a man of educated mind. you have no doubt that the books in the dewlight pavilion really aren't just there for show - not that you're allowed to browse through them at your own desire. a servant's voice would stop you in your tracks should your fingers ever brush against something in the family's secret bookshelf.
how mysterious.
but sunday makes it known to the staff that you, in particular, are allowed more access to the shelves - perhaps, not too much - but more than even mr. mccoy, at least. with the way you have to crane your neck far up to pinpoint the tallest height that the shelves reach, you wonder: has sunday gone through everything here personally?
your immediate answer is most likely. you know sunday fairly well; to have something that he hasn't scrutinized from the inside out in his possession will surely gnaw away at his psyche incessantly. not being in the know at all times is a looming fear for him. but of course, you have other ways to confirm the answer for yourself.
pick out a book from a shelf there, either intentional or purely arbitrary, and watch as sunday carefully traces his steps towards you. his curiosity is piqued, which topic has caught your interest this time? but he tucks it under proper cordiality. with a hand behind his back, he'd utter your name in the softest tone and ask the familiar question of âwould you like to know more?â â asking for your permission to ramble, essentially â you find this tendency of his to be charming, so you nod each time.
(and he smiles when you do. a smile less refined at the edges, kinder and relaxed.)
the best place to start from is always the beginning. you think sunday agrees because he often starts by telling you the history and its origins before moving on to its impact on the galaxy, then his personal stance on the topic. it's a pattern, you notice, his ramblings have a pattern. and it's consistent every time, you might've believed he was reading off a script. and what's more? sunday is blissfully oblivious of it.
fascinating. you ponder: what kind of things you can do with this information? decisions, decisions, decisions. . . but ultimately, you opt for keeping it a secret like a treasure only you're allowed to see.
(that might be true in a way. you don't doubt that robin, his dear sister, is familiar with this side of him. does that mean he treasures you like he does her? your chest starts to feel a bit lighter.)
if you were to point it out, you fear you might never witness it again - goodness, to know that he has been displaying such foolishness or rather, what he viewed as an embarrassing freudian slip in front of you? his wings might as well resort to covering his face for good until the end of time.
as you listen to him talk (with such elegance at that), you can't help whatever tender look you have on your face. really, who would've thought the head of the oak family could be such. . . a nerd?
(you hope in secret that sunday will be more willing to show sides like these to you in the future. and that they're not a weakness at all, not when they're shared with you.)
⧠a moment among the stars:
âit looks like you're fascinated by the dreamscape nursery rhyme this time.â
sunday spares the article in your hold no further inspection. one glance at the cover and walls of memorized information rush to the front of his mind. he looks familiar with it; could it be a part of his childhood too? but then again, everything found here is within his knowledge.
âi am,â you say with intrigue, âit got me ruminating for a while.â
you meet his gaze, stumbling upon yellow irises that glimmer akin to gold under penaconian chandeliers. you think you see a hint of affection in them, swimming around your reflection like a school of fish in a pond. it makes you smile.
he smiles back, oblivious to your thoughts but returns your gesture. he asks, âhow so?â and you reply without delay, âi read through it and the morbid undertone took me by surpriââ
or at least, it's supposed to be without delay until you realize sunday has stepped closer in order to peer down at the page you're holding open. and suddenly, you're extremely aware of every minute detail like how his breath brushes against the side of your cheek and how his chest rumbles as he hums in acknowledgement.
(you flush in the neck and he perceives this reaction of yours with mirth.)
âmy apologies,â sunday chuckles and pulls away, âi've simply forgotten the rhyme and wished to refresh my memory.â
âsomehow, i feel that isn't the case...â you mumble accusingly. that seems to amplify whatever little amusement he gets from flustering you. âoh, my dove. i can assure you that it is,â he caresses your head, a little placatingly.
most times, sunday isn't so laidback about giving affection in public â since he has an image to maintain â so you assume the fact that the servants are out and about, leaving only you and him here, plays a role in his unusual boldness. you accept the gesture with a bashful pout.
ânow, where were we?â sunday clears his throat, âah, yes. some people have noted on the nursery rhyme's strange quality but still, it retains its popularity in penacony. it is also widely assumed that the hound resembles the bloodhound family whileââ
you hold back an amused sigh, but it's more out of fondness than anything. he'll start from the history then the effect on the general public, as per usual, but you're not the only predictable one here. you'd listen to him anytime too, won't you?
(you do adore when the head of the oak family would put off his public figure mask around you. if only for just a while.)
will you let dan heng rest his head on your lap when it's just you two? . . . the sense of comfort it provides isn't something he can explain with words. as if he has ever been good with words in the first place. saying a sentence bereft of logical reasoning or witty remarks doesn't come easily to the expressâ guard. neither does intimacy. . . but you know that already, don't you?
after all, it isn't a secret that dan heng prefers speaking with his actions. if to show one's intentions is the end goal, then actions are the fastest route to choose. words, although able to sweeten the trip like how a beautiful scenery can, will eventually lead to actions regardless so why take the extra step?
but you're different from him; you articulate what you think and what you mean. you're honest in ways that keep catching dan heng off guard without fail â just like the first time you offered your empty lap to him when his head was swirling in pain â but he supposes that is one of your charms. âwords can be useful. we're not all born mind readers,â you told him once and he hummed, accepting of your perspective.
(âlook at you two! opposites attract!â march chirped. he recalled shooting her a look of indignation and she rubbed the back of her head sheepishly in response.)
dan heng has learnt to grow used to your propensities - but by far, your shameless invitations are still one matter that can't be comprehended even with time. he cannot understand; how you smile as you sit on his futon in the archives (he doesn't mind), how you link gazes with him so effortlessly, how you pat your lap knowingly and say, âwhy don't you rest your head here?â
(he has to restrain himself from bursting into flames like a heliobus.)
sometimes, he'll accept reluctantly or he'll decline with an underlying tone of longing he doesn't want you to notice. because as much of a good hold dan heng has on nonchalance, he cannot deny that this particular gesture of yours has left a mark on him.
(it remains persistently.)
when he rests his head on your lap, he can't help but take a deep inhale - your fragrance fills his senses and he discards the selfish desire to keep it all to himself. your fingers are soothing as they thread through his hair gently. the feeling that washes over him is serene, almost comparable to submerging himself in the pure waters of scalegorge waterscape.
when overcome by such a tranquil state of mind, dan heng wonders what expression he might be making at that moment? he always keeps his eyes closed, so it's a shame he may never know. but you do, and you don't think you've ever seen him look so at peace before like he does now.
(perhaps, that's why you keep offering him this in the first place.)
⧠a moment among the stars:
âsomeone looks tired,â you state with a pointed stare. the archives isn't a room too spacious and the only ones here are you and him. the target of your sentence is obvious.
but dan heng doesn't take the bait, barely looks away from the entry he is currently authoring. still, he spares you a glance and hums glibly, âare you projecting? if so, feel free to use my bed in the meantime.â
you let out a noise, something gibberish that conveys disappointment but it is effectively drowned out by the typing noises. âyou haven't even touched the food i bought you,â your voice becomes mellow, âwhy don't you rest for a while?â
he isn't convinced, you think, since his fingers are still hard at work. the new info the team brought back must've been a lot if he's that focused.
âdan heng?â you try again, hopeful for the last time. you don't take him for a fool, of course, he'll know when he reaches his limit and have proper rest then. but would that really be ideal? a second passes and that hope flickers like a dimming light. but just an inch before the edge of giving up, the typing slows to a stop.
â. . .alright,â he murmurs. finally, after a good hour spent drawing patterns on his backside with your eyes, dan heng turns around to face you. he look tense, you note with abject concern.
âhere,â you usher him to your lap, empty and conveniently so. dan heng shoots you a blank look - this isn't the first time you offered and this isn't the first time he reacted like that. you try to suppress a laugh, failing gloriously at it. âjust for a little bit,â you utter through a stifled fit of chuckles.
dan heng shakes his head, not in rejection but in defeat. his eyes slip close, second nature, as he leans to situate his head on your lap. you welcome him with a hum and let your fingers card through his hair. a calm sigh falls from his lips like a water droplet in springtime.
âthis. . . is nice,â he admits, sudden and unprompted. you nearly doubt your ears for a moment there. did heïżœïżœ âi don't hate it is, uhm, what i mean to say,â dan heng adds and it dawns on you that your ears are still working. his eyes are still closed, not that you'd expect anything else, he prefers to treat it as a shield from being face-to-face with embarrassment.
(or to avoid your ecstatic gaze. he can feel warmth rushing to his cheeks already.)
âi know,â you smile, brushing away a few messy strands from his forehead. he isn't an open book but you think you've read the pages enough to remember all the little details. âbut thanks for telling me. i'm no mind reader but i think i can read yours pretty well.â
âi shall provide no further comment,â he holds back an incredulous exhale, yet his lips still curl slightly at the corner. you feel the teeniest desire to trace the curve of his lips with your fingertip but settle for silently admiring them instead.
âit's fine. i know the answer already,â you say, words dripping with affection. such a shame dan heng never looks up at you during a time like this. because if he did, he wouldn't have missed seeing the sheer fondness in your gaze that rains down on him in light showers. a true shame.
(one day, he'll gather the courage. maybe.)
â thank you for reading! reblogs with comments are most appreciated. âĄ
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drew and actress!readers on hot ones
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this is based partially off of the new hot ones interview with the obx cast. just imagine drew and actress!reader are on opposite teams rather than drew being the question person lol. yall really seemed to like the last interview-fic i did so voila <3
âIâm already sweating.â Madison said, fanning herself as they filed into the studio. Lights and a white backdrop surrounded a table covered with wings, four chairs on each side. Theyâd already been briefed on how things were going to go, the eight of them divided into two teams and answering questions, their answers deciding whether or not theyâd be subjected to one of the very hot wings laid out in front of them.
Drew came up behind y/n, pulling out her chair for her before heading to his own seat opposite her. She smiled at him, soothing her dress down as the rest of the cast sat down. Madelyn, Rudy, and Carlacia took seats on her team whereas Drew sat with Chase, Madison, and JD opposite them.
âYou better not be expecting me to go easy on you, Starkey.â Y/n grinned, resting her chin in her hands as she looked at the man across from her, his eyes crinkling as a smile crept across his face.
âYou better not be expecting me to go easy on you, my love.â Drew raised his eyebrows teasingly.
âOk, are we ready?â One of the producers asked, to which the cast responded with excited (or perhaps anxious) cheers. The camera focused in on Chase, who reached and spun the bottle of hot sauce sitting in front of them, the ultimate decider of which team would go first. It spun for a moment before landing on Madelyn, her teammates erupting with hollers as Chases picked up one of the cards.
âAlright, Mr. Rudy,â Chase smiled cheekily. âOuter Banks has hooked viewers with its countless twists and turns, however, name one storyline you think shouldâve never made it out of the writers room.â
Everyone let out some groans and giggles as Rudy began to lose himself in thought⊠and continued and continued to think.
âIs there a time limit on these?â JD quipped, causing Rudy to roll his eyes, stroking his chin in playful contemplation.
âThis is off to a great start.â Y/n said, elbowing Rudy lightly.
âOk, ok!â Rudy said. âIâd say⊠I wish they didnât switch to the second treasure so fast. They shouldâve stuck at the first treasure longer.â
âThat sounds like an answer to me!â Carlacia clapped as the team opposite them picked up their wings with a groan. They each took a bite, chewing for a second before they all reached for the drinks in front of them.
âShit.â Drew swore as he took a long sip of milk, his cheeks already beginning to flush a bright red.
âDonât worry thereâs more where that came from.â Y/n grinned as Drew shook his head. Y/n reached in front of her, grabbing another one of the question cards.
âOh, JD,â Y/n read in a sing-song voice, âOuter Banks centers around a group of teenagers, but our cast ranges from 24 to 33 years old. Which of your costars is the least convincing teenager?â
The table erupted into âoohsâ as JD surveyed his co-stars, a nervous grin on his face before his gaze landed on Chase.
âI think I have to say Mr Chase Stokes.â JD chuckled.
âIs it because of the beard?â Chase teased as y/n and her team picked up the wings in front of them. With a deep breath, y/n took a bite, her mouth immediately bursting with heat. With a groan, she reached for the ice water in front of her, hoping to soothe the fire in her throat as her eyes began to water.
âNo more jokes, baby?â Drew asked as y/n fanned herself off with her hand. Y/n rolled her eyes, tossing the old question card at him. Drew picked the next card, his gaze locking onto the girl in front of him.
âOh, perfect. Y/n,â Drew began, âpart of Outer Banksâ charm is the chemistry between the cast. That being said, who here is the worst scene partner?â
âOh no!â Y/n groaned, putting her face in her hands as the table broke out in gasps and laughter. She stole a glance at the second wing in front of her, royally coated in fiery hot sauce before thinking of an answer.
âOk, ok! Iâm going to answer, but,â y/n said with an anxious giggle, âyou have to let me explain!â
Her co-stars leaned in, each of them with looks of anticipation covering their faces as y/n sat up straighter in her seat.
âMy answer isâŠâ y/n paused for dramatic affect, chewing at her bottom lip nervously, âDrew, butââ
Everyone erupted into shrieks and laughter, Drewâs jaw dropping at his girlfriendâs answer. Madelyn covered her mouth, locking eyes with Carlacia before they both turned to y/n.
âNo, no, no! You have to let me explain!â Y/n reached across the table, grabbing Drewâs hand, his mouth still agape.
âThis is going to be good.â Rudy chuckled.
âHeâs not a bad scene partner, he is just so different from Rafe and always makes me laugh, so it takes us a million takes to get a scene done!â Y/n clarified, Drewâs shocked expression melting into a small smile.
âSee, youâre just such a funny guy and I love you so much that it makes it hard to do scenes with you. Itâs a compliment, really, baby.â Y/n finished with a quirk of her eyebrows, her costars swooning as the couple gazed at each other softly.
âGood save, good save.â JD teased as he and his team reached for another hot wing. The game continued for several more rounds, various questions, and, of course, lots of spicy wings, until they finally made it to the finale.
The table was moved out, their seats being arranged in a circle for a cutthroat game of musical chairs that would ultimately determine the winner of the game. Round after round, the numbers dwindled until one chair and two players remained: y/n and Drew.
âNo mercy, y/n!â Madelyn shouted from the side as y/n and Drew rounded the chair slowly.
âCâmon Starkey boy!â Chase cheered. Y/n looked up for a moment, her eyes meeting with Drewâs as the music suddenly stopped. Before she knew it, Drewâs arms wrapped around her torso, lifting her off her feet with a shriek. He quickly sat down in the chair, pulling her down with him, and winning the game.
âSorry baby,â Drew smirked, pressing a kiss to y/nâs cheek. Y/n groaned playfully, tossing her head back to rest on Drewâs shoulder as the two of them laughed in the chair.
âYouâre lucky I love you, Starkey.â Y/n grinned, kissing Drewâs jaw.
âDo you? Do you really?â Drew teased, nuzzling his nose into the crook of y/nâs neck, causing her to squeal with laughter. In all her life, y/n wouldâve never expected that she in all her competitive nature would be ok with losing a competition, but here she was, happy as ever.
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đ starring. Kim Mingyu & Jeon Wonwoo x afab!Reader
đź preview. If one neighbour is a Doberman, then the other is a Golden Retriever. Theyâre like night and day, and yet, youâre drawn to both, as if some gravitational or celestial power is pulling you to them⊠it also helps that they both have motorcycles. How had it been so easy to ghost Wonwoo in the past, only to find yourself at a crossroads with his roommate seven months later?
tw/cw. Threesome, unprotected sex, multiple sex scenes, big dick Mingyu, creampie, oral (f/m receiving), blow job, deep throating, hand job, Eiffel tower/spit roasting, breast worship, nipple pinching, nipple licking, panty kink, eating pussy through panties, fingering, squirting, pussy stretching, praise, dirty talk, âsirâ, dom!Wonwoo, switch!mingyu, blindfold/sensory deprivation, voyeurism, listening to your neighbour have sex, masturbation, reader reads erotica, mutual masturbation, slight dacryphilia, blindfold/sensory deprivation, inklings of humiliation, etc⊠I pet names: (hers) angel, baby. (Mingyuâs) gyu. (Wonwooâs) sir.Â
đč rating.18+ explicit I wc. 19.8k
đ aus. Biker!meanie, booktok!reader, neighbours!au, etcâŠ
âïž mlist + an. This was not supposed to be this long. I donât know how this happened.Â
PrologueÂ
âWho keeps messaging you?â your cousin asks, trying to act nonchalant as he sips his margarita, but you can feel his eyes on you as you stare at your phone.
âThe Harley dude,â you sigh, quickly reading the text message.
âThe guy who missed your first date because he was napping?â Jeonghan nearly chokes on his drink, setting it down in favor of flashing you a judgemental look.
âYeah, the same guy who also tried to rebook our first date as a group ride night with all his friends,â you roll your own eyes at the stupidity of men. While the idea is fun, itâs not the way to get to know someone new.Â
Jeonghan lets out a low whistle. âSheesh.â
âYou can say that again.â You set your phone down, grabbing at your bellini, and relaxing against the patio chair, trying to soak up the sunshine in an effort to calm yourself.
âWell? What did he say?â your cousin presses.
âHe said his entire week is free if I want to meet up.â
âAnd what did you say?âÂ
âNothing.â You tip your head back, letting out a contented breath. âHe had two chances, Iâm not about to give him a third.â
âSummer is almost over,â Jeonghan points out. âI know you wanted to find some hot dude with a motorcycle and ride off into the sunset. Youâre getting low on time.â
âHonestly, Hannie? This Jeon guy is not worth it.â
One
After a long winter, itâs finally getting warm enough that you can open your apartment windows and enjoy the fresh air. Trees are beginning to blossom, birds are singing songs that act as white noise while you sit at your dining table completing the last few emails for your remote job.
As youâre finishing up your very last correspondence of the day, new noises join in with the robbins and wrens. These noises, however, are nowhere near as pleasant.
Thereâs a banging outside your door, a few thumps, and a distinctly male voice cursing.Â
Living in a fairly quiet apartment complex, these sorts of sounds arenât something youâre used to, and they can only mean one thing; your landlord finally found new tenants for the two-bedroom next door thatâs been vacant for over a month.Â
With a sigh, you close your laptop, wrapping your sweater tightly around your body as you venture toward your door. You canât help the curiosity bubbling inside of you, and after another deep breath, you decide to take a peak into the hallway beyond.
Two men are struggling to get a couch through the doorway into unit 317. You stay silent, watching the way one manâs biceps bulge with each maneuver. His hair is on the longer side, dark strands licking and curling at his throat, which is covered in a light sheen of sweat from the effort of moving.Â
âCome on Cheol, weâre almost there,â he encourages the man holding up the other end of the sofa.Â
âFuck you, Mingyu,â the other says, stepping back into the apartment and out of your view.
You wait patiently, and after a minute or so, the pretty man moves into the hallway again, giving you a full view of his face. He lets out a deep breath, shaking out his muscular arms- thatâs when his eyes meet yours, and you swear your heart skips a beat in your chest.
His mouth curves into a wide grin. âHi! Sorry if we bugged you with the noise- that couch was not making moving easy.â
âItâs okay,â you assure him quickly. âYou must be my new neighbours.â Your gaze shifts past him to the second man, who has appeared in the hallway too.
âNah- I mean, I am, but this is Cheol, heâs just a friend,â the pretty man tries to explain, stopping in front of you. He wipes his hand along his jean leg, then holds it out to you, âIâm Mingyu.â
You allow him to shake your hand. Despite his attempt to wipe some of the sweat away, his palm is still a little clammy, although, youâre shocked to find that the physical contact isnât unpleasant.Â
You tell him your name, watching Cheol trudge past you to the elevator. âSo if that guy isnât your roommate, who is?â
âMy buddy Wonwoo. Heâs actually visiting family in Korea right now, wonât be moving in till the end of the month.â
âI see,â you nod. âWell, welcome to the building.âÂ
âThanks,â Mingyu beams again. âIf all our neighbours are as friendly as you, I think weâll like it here.â
âIf Iâm being honest, weâre a quiet building, lots of us are kind of reclusive,â you try to explain, choosing your words carefully.Â
You hear Cheol let out a chuckle as he waits for the elevator, and you wonder what heâs found so funny.
âQuiet,â Mingyu repeats, letting out a breath. âNoted. Weâll do our best not to be a disruption.â
You want to believe him, but something in his grin tells you not to.Â
TwoÂ
Itâs been about a month and a half since Mingyu moved in. Youâve not seen him, or his roommate, although, you have heard them through your shared wall a few times. One of them - Wonwoo youâre guessing- is pretty into video games, because yelled lines like âIâm trying to revive you, dipshit!â and âstop fucking dying so much then!â have irritated you and interrupted your soft girl movie nights.Â
From what you can tell, Mingyuâs elusive friend who was visiting Korea is now sharing his bedroom wall with you, and at two AM on a Tuesday night, your suspicion is confirmed. You wake to noises that arenât gamer screams, theyâre screams of pleasure.Â
Muffled cries of âharder, daddy!â and âplease!â have your skin tingling as you shift under your duvet, feeling suddenly very hot.Â
As you lay there and listen to the sound of a headboard beginning to hit the wall, you try to decide if youâre annoyed, or horny. The tingling between your thighs, and the heat along your neck makes you think it might be a combination of both.
Part of you wants to bang your fist against the wall, but youâre much too shy to risk any sort of confrontation. Instead, you simply lay there, fighting the need to slip your hand down your sleeping shorts.
You figure the sex will be over soon, but five minutes stretches into fifteen. The womanâs cries have stopped, but the low thumping of a bedframe against the wall has only gotten more intense.Â
Youâre no stranger to kinky shit- youâre an avid reader of smut afterall, and being a voracious reader, your mind comes up with reasons why the girl may have stopped begging. Had Wonwoo put something in her mouth to shut her up? Panties perhapse? Or had he flipped her into doggy position, pressing a hand to the back of her head to force her face against the pillows?
If Mingyu had been hot, his best friend must be sexy too- guys like that travel in packs, and Cheol hadnât been bad on the eyes either. You imagine a faceless man, muscled and gorgeous, railing some girl not four feet away from you, with only a wall keeping you from seeing the perverse act. You feel dirty, like a voyeur, and youâre equal parts relieved and saddened when the noise finally stops.Â
You sit in silence, listening to your own heavy breaths for a few minutes, wondering if the sounds will pick up again.
They donât, and soon, youâre drifting off into a lusty sleep.
ThreeÂ
Youâve been awoken to the sounds of sex three times now. The idea of approaching the property manager to file a noise complaint has been on your mind, but you canât find it within yourself to make waves.
Due to all of this, when you finally bump into Mingyu in the buildingâs shared laundry room, you see it as the perfect chance to quietly resolve the issue without causing trouble.Â
Heâs dressed in gym shorts and a black muscle shirt that shows off his expansive shoulders as he moves wet clothes into the dryer. Standing in the doorway of the laundry room, youâre once again struck by how beautiful your new neighbour is.
With a deep breath to find courage, you appraoch him, going for the washing machine next to his. âHi,â you greet him.
âOh, hey neighbour,â Mingyu grins, pausing what heâs doing to look you up and down.
Youâre hyper aware of the sleeping shorts that hardly cover your legs, and the sweater youâd tossed on does little to hide the fact that youâre currently braless. Even so, if you donât bring up the noises now, youâre not sure when youâll get another chance.
âHey, do you uhâŠâ your words come out quiet, and you try to raise your voice a little, wanting to sound confident, âdo you think you could ask your roommate and his girlfriend to keep it down?âÂ
âHuh?â Mingyuâs brows furrow in confusion.
âThe person whose room is next to mine,â you try to explain. âTheyâve been kind of loud with uh⊠a girl, recently.â
âOh!â You can practically see the lighbulb go off in Mingyuâs eyes. âSorry, you said girlfriend, and that part stumped me. The last time was about a week ago, yeah?â
âSomething like that.â
âDonât worry, I already talked to him a few days ago. Told him to get his fuck buddies to keep it down- theyâre annoying, huh? I thought I was the only one losing sleep over it.â
âDefinitely not the only one,â you let out a small laugh. âIf Iâm being honest, I was considering talking to the property manager about it, but I donât like to cause issues, so Iâm glad weâre on the same page about this.â
âWeâre for sure on the same page,â Mingyu assures you. âThanks for not talking to the manager about this- hey, listen, what if I give you my number, and if it happens again, you just have to text me and Iâll go bang on his door or something?â
âIâd appreciate that,â you grin, watching him pull out his phone so he can grab your digits. âHonestly, I work from home, and for the most part, you guys have been pretty great neighbours.â
âOoh, one of those post covid remote jobs,â Mingyu nods in understanding. âI mean, Iâm out during the days usually, I work at a tattoo shop across town, and Wonwoo sleeps most of the time so he can be awake for his evening bar job.â
âThat actually kind of makes sense,â you admit. âI never see you guys around.âÂ
âWellâŠâ Mingyu leans against the dryer, flashing you a boyish grin. âWe could change that. You could come over sometime.â
Your heart leaps into your throat. From his body language, and the suggestion, youâre pretty sure this gorgeous man is flirting with you. âI, uhâŠâ you swallow thickly, âmaybe.âÂ
âWell, I have your number, and nowâŠâ Mingyu types something into his phone and a moment later yours dings, âyou have mine. So if you want to take me up on that offer, just shoot me a text.âÂ
âOkay.â The words comes out kind of shaky, and you internally smack yourself for becoming so shy from this pretty man hitting on you.
With a wink, Mingyu leaves the laundry room, and your thoughts are scattered for the rest of the day.
FourÂ
Itâs been too long since youâve seen all your friends from highschool. Soonyoung, Seokmin and Seungkwan are three of the rowdiest guys you know. They love doing bar crawls with you whenever theyâre all in town and can find the time.Â
Seungkwan lives in another city these days, studying law at a prestigious university. Soonyoung travels the country with dance troup. And Seokmin spends hours every day at the theater practicing for new performances and productions.
Theyâve taken you to a bar youâve never been to, and youâre enjoying the booth style seating. Millennial and old classics are playing through the speakers, and every time a good song comes on, the three men start singing, whether it be Cher, or Britney, or even Kesha.Â
Youâre a few drinks deep, but theyâre even deeper, and itâs gotten to the part of the evening where they want to hear everything about your love life.Â
âOkay, book girlie,â Soonyoung slurs, throwing his arm around your shoulders, âspill the beans. Who you fucking?â
You laugh, pushing at his cheek to get his face away from yours. He wreaks of tequila and the Gucci cologne he practically drowns himself in every night before going out. Itâs not the most pleasant combination.
âIâm single,â you insist.
âWe all know you always have your eye on someone,â Seungkwan insists, leaning over the table to point his finger at you. âTell us.â
âOkay, maybe there is someone Iâm interested in,â you admit.
All three men let out delighted squeals and laughs. âWe knew it!â Seokmin exclaims.
âThe issue is, heâs my neighbour, and dating in your apartment building can get messy,â you explain.Â
âWe love messy,â Soonyoung insists.Â
âYou love messy,â you correct.
âSo whoâs this hot neighbour?â Seungkwan asks, wanting to dive into the gossip.
âHis name is Mingyu.â You let out a sigh. âHeâs tall, and handsome, and his arms-â
âDoes he have a motorcycle?â Soonyoung interrupts you. âWe know you love men with bikes.â
âI donât think so,â you shake your head. âBut it doesnât matter. My motorcycle phase was last summer.â
âBaby,â Seungwan frowns dramatically, âHoney, sweetheart- Youâre a booktok girl. We all know kinky little sluts like you need their bikertok boy to make their fantasies come true.â
You hate it when Seungkwan reads you to filth like this, and you hate it even more that heâs so right. Youâll always have a soft spot for men on motorcycles- or is it a wet spot?
âAnyways, Mingyu is cute, he gave me his number and invited me over-â
âBitch, go fuck him!â Soonyoung bellows a little too loudly, and you immediately slap a hand over his mouth, looking around to see if anyone heard him.
Thatâs when your eyes land on a man behind the bar. His curly dark hair is cute, but when you study his regally handsome face, you realize you recougnize him.
âFuck,â you whisper, immediately lifting your drink to hide behind it.
âWhat?â Seungkwan turns in his seat. âThe bartender?â
âBabes, heâs been checking you out all night,â Soonyoung grins, cuddling closer to you.
Itâs only Seokmin who studies you and asks, âDo you know him?â
âThe bartender?â Seungkwan scoffs, as if itâs a stupid idea, although, when he turns to look at you again, his jaw drops. âFuck, you do know him! Girl, spill!âÂ
âDo you guys remember that Harley dude from the summer? Jeon? The one I ghosted after he missed our first date then suggested a ride night with all his friends to make up for it?â you ask, lowering your voice and continuing to hide behind the glass in your hand.
âShit, thatâs the Harley dude?â Seokminâs eyes widen in realization.Â
âFuck me, this is awkward,â you groan, taking a large sip from your drink. âCan we get out of here?â
âBabes, we just ordered another round,â Seungkwan points out, lifting his full Gin and Tonic to show you.Â
âDonât be like this,â Soonyoung pouts. âHarley man is a bartender, so what? He canât ruin our night. Maybe he doesnât even recougnize you!â
âIf heâs been staring, I bet you he does,â Seungkwan points out, taking a swig of his drink.
âThanks, Seungkwan,â you say sarcastically, âthat really makes me feel so much better.â
Your friend only grins, raising his glass.Â
You do your best to be calm, but you canât control the racing of your heart. Your gaze keeps shifting to Jeon, and then, the night takes a turn for the worse: Mingyu walks in, followed closely by Cheol, and some other guy you havenât met.
The group walks right up to the bartop, and you note the way Mingyu grins at Jeon, holding out a hand so the two can do a slight hug over the counter before the three men take their seats.Â
âShit,â you whisper, downing your drink.Â
âWhat?â Soonyoung also whispers, following your gaze.
âThatâs my neighbour,â you explain. âThis is not good.â
âLooks like they know each other,â Seungkwan points out.
âAgain,â you sigh, ânot helping. Fuck me, I need to go to the bathroom.â
You stand abruptly from the table, darting off to the space at the back of the bar. In the ladies room, you splash your hands with cold water, trying to chase away the fire that licks across your skin. Your heart is still thundering in your chest, and deep breaths donât do anything to help.Â
You feel like youâre caged in- like thereâs no way out of this bar without running into Jeon and Mingyu.Â
Youâre not sure how long you stay in the washroom, trying to relax- you give your friends time to finish their drinks, and youâre hoping that when you exit, you can simply escape with them, using the three men as a human shield.
When you exit the bathroom, however, you run directly into Mingyu, whoâs just coming out of the menâs room.
âSorry-â he apologizes, only to look you up and down. âNo way! Neighbour? Damn, I didnât expect to see you here!â
âOh, hi,â you say awkwardly, forcing a smile.
âHowâs your night going?â You usually like Mingyuâs happy energy, but right now, it feels nearly overwhelming.
âGood, you?â
âMy nightâs going great- hey, listen, I want you to meet someone!â Mingyu grabs your hand, and before you can stop him, your large neighbour is dragging you back out into the bar.Â
As he tugs you closer and closer to Jeon, pieces begin to click in your head, and when you reach the bartop, youâre not even surprised when Mingyu says, âThis is Wonwoo, my roommate!â He had mentioned Wonwoo worked at a bar, after all.Â
âHi,â you say awkwardly, forcing get another smile.
Jeon - or Wonwoo - looks you up and down. God, heâs even more handsome than his Tinder pictures had made him out to be. But fuck, youâve heard him fucking other girls through your bedroom wall over three times- and youâd ghosted him-
âHi,â Wonwoo echoes, his voice all deep and sexy in the loud noise of the bar.
You feel like the wind has been knocked out of you.Â
âWonwoo, this is our neighbour, you know, the one I mentioned.â Thereâs an insinuation in Mingyuâs tone, and the fact that heâd talked about you to Wonwoo has your stomach erupting into erratic butterflies that threaten to catch in your throat.
âRight.â Wonwooâs tone is so unimpressed, and youâd bet your life the man is holding a grudge over the whole ghosting thing.
âWait, Y/N, you should join us for a drink!â Mingyu suggests.
âActually, Iâm here with friends, I should really get back to them,â you say awkwardly, tugging your hand away from Mingyuâs grip. âThanks for the offer though.â
âRight, yeah, okay.â God, Mingyu looks like a kicked puppy, but then he flashes you a smile and your heart melts. âListen, text me, just to let me know when you get home safe.â
âYou got it,â you agree quickly, giving him a tight lipped grin before you nearly stumble over yourself to get back to your table. âGuys, we have to leave, now.âÂ
âWhat happened?â Seokmin asks, clearly concerned while Seungkwan sighs and pulls out a wad of cash.
âThey do know each other,â Soonyoung blurts out.
âTurns out Harley Jeon isnât just Harley Jeon, heâs also Wonwoo, Mingyuâs roommate,â you quickly explain, grabbing your jacket to wrap around your body.
Soonyoungâs eyes light up in realization. âAnd they were roommates,â he whispers.
âAnd I ghosted one of them!â you whisper yell back. âThe same one who Iâve heard fucking multiple girls through my wall over three times!â
Seungkwan lets out a chuckle. âGirl. Youâre fucked.âÂ
FiveÂ
Jeonghan lets out a deep sigh. âYou know, when Seokmin texted me to come check on you for some Grade-A Tea, I never expected any of this.âÂ
âYeah, yeah,â you roll your eyes. âI know Iâm in deep shit.â
âNah, youâre good,â your cousin assures you, standing and stretching. âYouâll figure it out.â
âI wish I had the confidence in myself that you have in me,â you breathe, also rising to your feet. Jeonghanâs been over for a while now, and after giving him all the gossip, you feel like you could use some time to yourself.Â
âYouâll get there,â your cousin assures you, heading toward your front door so he can slip into his shoes. âKeep me updated.â
âI will. Thanks for coming to see me.â
âOf course,â Jeonghan opens your front door, stepping into the hallway before pulling you into a hug. âIf I didnât have a board meeting tomorrow, you know Iâd stay longer.â
âI know. But Iâm good,â you assure him. âI think Iâll sleep early tonight. This week has been a lot.â
âSounds like it,â he nods, releasing you in favor of heading over to the elevator. Before he can press the button, however, the elevator dings, the doors opening. Wonwoo steps out. He stops infront of Jeonghan, giving him a once over before his eyes shift to you, still standing by the doorway to your unit.
Then, to your annoyance, Wonwoo grins, shaking his head and brushing past your cousin.
Jeonghan gets into the elevator, the doors closing, and as Wonwoo walks past you, you canât help but make waves. âWhat?â
âI never said anything.â Wonwoo stops in front of you, hands nonchalantly tucked in the leather pockets of his jacket.
âYou gave me a look,â you insist.Â
He shrugs. âItâs just gonna break Gyuâs heart to know you already have a man in your life, thatâs all.â
You roll your eyes. âThat was my cousin.â
âSure it was.â
âIt was!â You canât help the way your voice is raising.
âAnd the guys at the bar?â
âFriends!âÂ
âRight.âÂ
He turns to leave, and you swallow thickly, mind reeling for a comeback.
âI just donât see how you can be making assumptions about me,â you state.
Wonwoo stops, gaze finding you again. âWhat do you mean?â
âJust that.. I mean⊠Iâve heard you fucking girls, mister Jeon, if thatâs even your real name!âÂ
He actually grins at your words, eye brows raising in surprise. âGirl, actually, singular. It was one girl. A recent hookup. Sheâs not into gags like the others, theyâre generally pretty quiet for you, arenât they?âÂ
Youâre so shocked by what heâs just said that you physically take a step back, jaw dropping.
âOh, and by the way,â Wonwoo heads to his door, reaching into his jacket for his keys. âMister Jeon is what people call my father, Iâm sure you know that I prefer to be called Daddy.âÂ
He unlocks his apartment, flashing you a wink before he heads inside. You stand in your doorway for a solid ten seconds, processing his words before you go back to your room to scream into a pillow.
Six
After the events of the week, and work on top of that, a nap the moment you're done sending the last emails of the day is exactly what you need.
Birds are singing outside, your window ajar. The warming air carries the scent of blossoming buds, and you relax against your pillow, enjoying the feeling of your duvet against your skin.
Youâre just drifting off when a loud engine jolts you back into consciousness. You flop onto your back, staring at the ceiling.Â
Youâve been a motorcycle fan for long enough to know the sound of one when you hear it, and as the revving continues, youâd bet your right hand that some jackass is doing burnouts in the alley outside.
Itâs probably some enthusiastic douchebag who has finally brought their motorcycle out of the garage after a long winter-
Actually, wait. You know an asshole with a motorcycle. An asshole with a Harley to be exact.Â
Fucking Jeon Wonwoo.Â
God, you hate that man.
Grabbing your pillow, you burry your head under it, wishing for the sounds to stop.Â
Surprisingly, soon enough, you hear the motorcycle take off, with two more engines revving up to follow.Â
Your apartment complex used to be so nice and peaceful.
It used to be.
Seven
After your nap had been interrupted, youâd trudged around for a while. Itâs the evening now, and you have no energy to cook, so youâve ordered takeout. When you head down to the lobby to grab your food, you bump into Mingyu.
âLook at us, always running into each other,â he grins, watching you step by him to bend down and pick up your takeout.
âSeems like a common theme,â you agree, letting out a sigh.
âYou good, neighbour? You look tired.â
âYou want the truth?â you ask, straightening to look at him.
âAlways.â He holds the door open for you to come back into the apartment complex.Â
As you head to the elevator, you choose your words carefully, after all, youâre pretty sure Wonwoo was culprit behind the motorcycle incident two hours ago. âI just⊠I was trying to have a nap after work, been tired lately, and some guy was revving his motorcycle outside my window. He woke me up and I was too irritated to go back to sleep.â
As you enter the elevator, you notice Mingyuâs skin turning pink, and his adamâs apple bobs as he swallows thickly. âActually⊠uh⊠I, uhâŠâ He rubs the back of his neck. âI have a Harley, but uh, I got a new sportsbike, and that was me doing burnouts to test it out a little.â
Your heart lurches into your throat, your jaw dropping. When it comes to your neighbours in 317, you always find yourself conflicted. Youâre annoyed at him, but at the same time, the fact that he also has a motorcycle makes this ten out of ten man even ten times hotter-
âOh,â you look down at your takeout.Â
âIâm really sorry,â he apologizes quickly. âIt wonât happen again- you wonât tell our building manager it was me right? Like, weâre good?â
âYeah, weâre good,â you let out a breath. âI mean, technically quiet hours donât start till ten pm, and this was like, five, so I guess itâs my own fault for trying to nap so early.â
âNot your fault,â he assures you. âYou definitely look like you need some rest- if it helps, I promise no burnouts near the apartment.â Mingyu even crosses his heart, and your body relaxes, shoulders slumping as you crack a smile.
âOkay, that would be nice.â
The elevator dings as it reaches your floor, and the two of you exit together, closing the short distance to your door.Â
âYour takeout smells good,â Mingyu notes. âMaybe you could put yourself in a food coma and pass out for a bit, I promise there will be no noise issues tonight.â
âThat sounds nice, actually,â you admit.
âAlso uh⊠you know, you still havenât taken me up on that offer about coming over sometime.â
When you look over at Mingyu, you find him leaning against the hallway wall, staring down at you with soft puppy dog eyes.
âYeah, Iâve been busy-â you search for an excuse. âAlso, I mean, I donât know if Wonwoo would be good with me coming over.â
âWhy wouldnât he be?â Mingyu shrugs, which is when you realize that Wonwoo must not have told Mingyu anything about your failed dates or the ghosting.Â
âHe just didnât seem to like me very much when you introduced us,â you blurt out, grasping for straws.
âHe always has a resting bitch face, donât take it personally,â Mingyu assures you. âSeriously, come over sometime, we donât bite.â
Mingyu might not, but you get the sneaking suspicion that Wonwoo does.
Eight
The reverse harem adult romance your reading had drawn you in when youâd first opened it, but as time goes by, your mind keeps wandering when you reach the sex scenes.Â
Threesomes have you imagining Wonwoo and Mingyu, and try as you might, you canât shake the image from your head.
It doesnât help that they fit the character personalities, one puppylike lover, and one more stoic and dominant. You canât help but wonder what the two would be like in bed, and with a groan of frustration, you slot your bookmark between the pages and set the novel down on the bed next to you.
As you sit there, deep in thought, you think about what Mingyu had said about owning a Harley.Â
Thatâs when you realize, last summer, when Wonwoo had suggested a Harley ride night as a date- if you had gone with him, would you have met Mingyu?
You decide that Mingyu definitely would have been there.
Itâs interesting how the domino effect works- or maybe this is invisible string theory; the idea that, you can pass someone, or have missed chances, but one way or another, that person will always end up in your life.
What would have happened if youâd met Mingyu that way?Â
What would have happened if youâd met Wonwoo that way?Â
At the moment, thereâs no question as to which of the two neighbours you prefer. Mingyu is happy and welcoming, he always has a smile, and you could see yourself having a great relationship with him- if things were to take a turn that way.
But on the flip side, Wonwoo is more similar to the type youâve dated in the past.
If one neighbour is a Doberman, then the other is a Golden Retriever. Theyâre like night and day, and yet, youâre drawn to both, as if some gravitational or celestial power is pulling you to them⊠it also helps that they both have motorcycles.Â
How had it been so easy to ghost Wonwoo in the past, only to find yourself at a crossroads with his roommate seven months later?
Nine
Youâre outside your apartment waiting for an Uber when two familiar men on motorcycles pull up in front of you.Â
Wonwooâs on his Harley. Itâs all black, and although youâre not very well verses with motorcycle types, youâre pretty sure itâs a Fat Boy or a Street Bob- but as you stare at the wheels, you begin to lean toward Street Bob.Â
Mingyu, in contrast, is on a red Kawasaki Ninja, which is evident by the name on the side. He lifts up his visor when he comes to a stop two feet away. âHey, neighbour,â he greets you. âWaiting for someone?â
âAn Uber is picking me up.â
âAn Uber?â Mingyu looks around. âWhere are you headed?â
âA family thing. Weâre going to be drinking so I figured I shouldnât drive,â you explain.
âGood idea,â he nods, then, without skipping a beat, he asks, âWanna ride?â
You gaze shifts from Mingyu to Wonwoo, and you can practically see the Harley rider roll his eyes. With an aggressive rev of his engine, Wonwoo bolts off, leaving you and Mingyu in his dust.
âUh, donât you two have plans?â you ask.
âWe did, but we were just going for a ride. I can take you where you need to be and meet him later,â Mingyu shrugs. âSeriously, donât mind him.â
Youâve been on a motorcycle once before, and you know enough to understand that the short romper and light spring jacket youâre wearing is not enough to protect you on the back of a bike. And thatâs the least of your worries. âI donât have a helmet-â
Mingyu begins to undo his, and you watch in shock as he pulls it off, shaking out his hair and offering you the red head gear. âTake mine.â
âIsnât it illegal to ride without one?â
âWeâll be fast- but not dangerous, Iâll be good, I promise. Where are we going?â
With a deep breath, you pull up your Auntâs house on your phoneâs map app, showing it to Mingyu.Â
âI can get you there in ten minutes, easy,â he says.Â
âThis is not a good idea,â you warn, although you accept the helmet.Â
âCancel your Uber,â Mingyu urges softly. âLet me do this for you.â
With one last sigh, you cancel your ride, then, you allow Mingyu to help you onto the back of his bike.Â
âHave you ever been on one of these before?â he asks.
âOnce,â you admit, adjusting the helmet on your head before you tentatively wrap your arms around Mingyuâs large body.Â
âJust hold on tight.â
âTake care of me,â you retort.
Mingyu grins. âAlways.â
A moment later, heâs revving his engine, and the two of you take off on his bike, your clothes whipping around and contorting flat to the curves of your form.
You hold Mingyu tighter, and he takes one hand off his handlebars to rest it over yours for a second, giving you a reassuring squeeze.
When he pulls onto the main road, Mingyu is true to his word about not being dangerous. He doesnât lane split or push the bike too hard. When you come up to traffic, he waits patiently, resting his elbow on your knee as if this is something the two of you have done together a hundred times before.
You become so lost in how attracted you are to Mingyu- how you have to hug him tight when he accelerates, that the trip is over before you know it. He pulls up to your aunts house, turning to offer you a hand so you can get off the Ninja.Â
Your legs feel wobbly as you step on solid ground, and Mingyu helps you with the chin clasp of the helmet, removing it easily.Â
âThanks for being my backpack,â he smiles.
âThanks for giving me a ride,â you grin back.
âIf you want, you can text me when youâre done, and Iâll get you home safe. Iâll even bring a spare helmet this time, and maybe a proper riding jacket for you.â
âThat would be really nice actually.â
âYou got it, angel,â Mingyu flashes you a wink before he pulls the helmet onto his head. You move to the sidewalk, standing there to watch him as he gives you one last nod and takes off, the engine loud enough to be heard even as he makes it two blocks away in record time.
A low whistle startles you, and you turn to see Jeonghan standing in the driveway. âDamn, that dude was hot.â
âThatâs my neighbour,â you sigh.
âWhich one?â
âThe good one!â
âYou should take him up on that offer of hanging out,â Jeonghan suggests.
âAnd you should keep your nose out of my love life.â
Your cousin simply laughs. âNever going to happen.â
Ten
The jacket Mingyu brings for you when he picks you up from your family gathering is long enough to be a dress. You struggle with the thick material as you try to get on his bike, and you can see Mingyu grinning from the opening in his full face helmet.
âThatâs it,â he encourages you, allowing you to settle behind him.
You pat his thigh when youâre good to go, and the two of you slot down your visors before he takes off.
Itâs the late evening now, and being on his bike feels different in the dark. The city lights whip past you, and the lanes are pretty empty for Mingyu to go faster. Now that youâre both in full protective gear, thereâs not as much of a need to be safe, although, as you hold tightly to your neighbour, you realize this might be as safe as youâve ever felt.
You trust Mingyu, in a way that you canât quite explain.Â
As it was before, itâs easy to get lost in the act of being on Mingyuâs motorcycle, and before you know it, heâs pulling into your apartment complexâs underground garage.Â
You hate that the ride has ended so quickly, and you hate it even more that you have to let go of Mingyuâs large, warm body. You stand next to the motorcycle while he gets off of it, and you wait patiently for him to take off his helmet before he helps you with your own.
âDo you have plans for the rest of the night?â Mingyu asks while the two of you walk toward the elevator.
âNot really,â you admit. In fact, youâre feeling a little tired. You hadnât drank as much at the family dinner as you thought you would, and sleep sounds pretty good right about now.
âDo you wanna come see my place?â
âI really shouldnât-â
âIf youâre worried about Wonwoo, he went to work before I came to pick you up,â Mingyu tells you. âCome on, just one drink or something. Donât you wanna compare your one bedroom to my two bedroom?â
You are curious to see what sort of decorations these two men have- theyâre mid to late twenties at best, and you love to laugh.Â
âFine, one drink,â you let out a breath as you enter the elevator, turning to look up at Mingyu. âWhy do you care so much if I come over? Like, honestly?â
Mingyu meets your gaze, fiddling with the helmet in his hand. âI guess maybe⊠because I like you.â He shrugs. âYouâre a good neighbour, and an even better backpack. You look cute in my jacket- why wouldnât I want to get to know you better?â
âThatâs a good answer,â you admit with a laugh.
âIâm glad you liked it,â he grins.Â
When the two of you exit the elevator, you follow Mingyu past your apartment to his own door. You watch the way he pulls out his keys, fumbling a little to get into his place. He lets you enter first, and you step into the foreign home with a curious gaze.
You slip out of your shoes, undoing his jacket around your shoulders as you wander further into the apartment. The two men are cleaner than you would have expected. The furniture is minimalist, and mostly cream coloured- which isnât a shade you would have thought would match the motorcycle riding, black wearing men. You wonder how the couch in the den is so well kept- thereâs not a hint of stains on the nicely textured cover, no beer or food-
Thereâs no dirty dishes in the sink, no miscellaneous bowl of car keys and other shit that guys always tend to carry in their pockets.
In fact, this place almost looks like a âgirl sanctuary,â the type of pintrest board apartment inspo youâd find online.Â
âWhat do you think?â Mingyu asks, coming up behind you and helping you take off his jacket.
âItâs really nice,â you say honestly. âNot what I expected.â
âIâm a bit of a neat freak,â he admits with a chuckle.
So heâs big, muscled, kind, rides a motorcycle, and he knows how to do housewife cleaning duties? How did you ever manage to score a jackpot like him for a neighbour?Â
âAnyways, take a seat on the couch, Iâll grab some beer. You drink beer, right?â
âSure.â You move to settle into the sofa, and Mingyu brings over two cans of lager from the fridge, cracking one open before he hands it to you.Â
âCheers,â he grins, gently clinking his can against your own.Â
You take a sip, focusing on the way Mingyu sits on the other end of the couch, angling his body toward you. âSo⊠you mentioned you work at a tattoo parlour? How did you get into that?â
âIâve always been into art,â he explains. âMy buddy Cheol was more into tattoos with me, opened up his own shop and encouraged me to apprentice with him after I graduated from uni with my arts degree. I wish there was more to it, but I really just got kind of lucky.â
The list of his good qualities just keeps getting better and better- a university educated man? Yes please.
âI guess, maybe what Iâm wondering is why you donât have any tattoos yourself?â you ask, looking at the beautiful unblemished skin shown off by his muscle shirt.
Mingyu laughs, also gazing down at his arms. âWould you judge me if I told you Iâm scared of needles.â
âThatâs cute,â you grin, sipping your beer.Â
âYouâre cute,â he retorts, mirroring your motion and trying to hide his smile behind the can in his hand. âAnyways, you said youâd been on a motorcycle before?â
âYeah, just once.â
âTell me about it?â
âThereâs nothing much to say,â you admit. âWent on a date with a guy, he mentioned he had a sports bike, offered to take me for a ride, so I said yes.â
âSoâŠâ Mingyu taps his fingers along his beer can, âyou like guys with bikes?â
You let out a laugh. âMaybe.âÂ
âIâm feeling better and better about my odds,â Mingyu smiles.Â
âYour odds are very good,â you tell him. Now itâs your turn to drink in an effort to hide the massive grin on your face.
âYeah? I was a little worried, I mean, I gave you my number and you didnât text- took a little bit of convincing to get you on my bike, to get you into the apartment- I hope I didnât overstep anything there.â
âNo, youâre fine,â you assure him. âI can just⊠be a bit shy sometimes.â
âItâs cute though.â
Your skin heats at the compliment, heart thundering in your rib cage. âWhat about you? Iâm into bikes, are you into cute girls?â
âA hundred percent,â he nods. âTheyâre my favourite kind.â
âDo you have any experience dating neighbours?â
âNo, but Iâd like that to change.â
âDo you think being neighbours could complicate things?â you enquire.
âI mean⊠if I didnât see you as girlfriend material, then yeah, Iâd never turn a neighbour into a hookup, but then again, Iâm not huge into hookups to begin with,â Mingyu explains.
âYou know⊠Iâm trying to find even one red flag about you, and Iâm seriously coming up empty.â
âIs that such a bad thing?â
You smile, looking down at your nearly finished beer. âI guess not.â
âHow about you? Any red flags?â he asks.Â
Aside from the downright pornographic books you read on the daily? âProbably not.â
âProbably not, huh?â Mingyu chuckles. âMaybe I should be the one keeping a look out for red, but then again, with rose tinted glasses, red wouldnât stand out that much to me anyways.âÂ
Youâd not expected your night to turn out like this. Youâd figured it would be a nice family dinner, some drinking, then an Uber home and sleep. Instead, youâve been on Mingyuâs bike twice, worn his jacket, his helmet- and now youâre here in his house, with your hot neighbour flirting with you in the most wholesome way-
In your tired state, youâre feeling a little overwhelmed. Your shyness is taking over- the fear of the unknown, of making a misstep, clouding your enjoyment of the peaceful space Mingyu has created in his apartment.
âListen, donât take this the wrong way,â you sigh, finishing your beer, âBut Iâm really tired-â
âYeah, no worries, I said just one beer and it looks like youâre done,â Mingyu is quick to down the rest of his, reaching out to take your can so he can move to the kitchen. He places the empties under his sink, and you follow, keeping your distance.
âThank you for this though. I know we didnât talk for that long, but I feel like I know you better,â you admit.Â
âIâve still got a lot of questions for you,â he grins. âBut Iâll save those for another time. Iâm not about to get in the way of a girl and her beauty sleep.â
âI appreciate that.â The two of you head to his door, and you slip your shoes on.
âCan I give you a goodbye hug or something?â Mingyu suggests. âIt would feel weird letting you leave without one.â
You nod, allowing Mingyu to pull you close to his chest. Heâs so tall, your cheek pressed tight to his well defined pecs- and fuck, he smells good. This isnât the overpowering Gucci type cologne that Soonyoung wears, itâs a more muted, spicy yet clean scent. Itâs the type of scent that encourages you to take a deep breath, your body relaxing as your neighbour hugs you.
âThanks for coming over,â Mingyu whispers.
When you go to pull away, you find yourself tilting your head to look up at him. Your eyes meet, and it feels as if youâre hanging in a moment frozen in time. Your breath catches when his gaze dips down to your mouth, and you know whatâs coming next.
His hand cups your cheek, stroking your skin, and he gives you ample opportunity to pull away, but you donât. You simply stare into his beautiful chocolate brown eyes, waiting for him to make the move that you know is going to capture your heart completely.
When his lips finally touch yours, that sense of relief washes over you again. You shift in his embrace, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck to pull him closer. Mingyu lets out a soft sigh of contentment, parting his mouth ever so slightly so he can lick at your lower lip.
You mirror the motion, your tongues gently clashing.Â
Youâve met some guys who try to force their way into your mouth, who try to dominate you- but Mingyu isnât like that. Heâs soft and fluid, reacting to your movements moreso than anything else. His hands slip down to your hips, holding you close while you kiss each other.
No first kiss has ever felt this natural, and like with riding the bike, it becomes so easy to get lost in your neighbour.
When you finally break away, youâre both breathing heavily. You can taste the beer on your lips, and it makes you release a small laugh, giddy joy surging through your entire body.
âThat wasâŠâ Mingyu swallows thickly, âwow.â
âYeah,â you agree. âWow.âÂ
Eleven
Itâs been two weeks since you started getting to know Mingyu better. Youâve gone on motorcycle dates, stopped at food trucks while enjoying the sunshine of spring, and when Wonwooâs not around, Mingyu has invited you over for movie nights.
While thereâs been lots of kissing, and a growing desire for more, the two of you havenât gone much farther than second base. You kind of like taking things slow with Mingyu, heâs very good at not applying any pressure, and you adore that about him.
Youâre hanging out in your apartment when Mingyu calls you, asking if you have any garlic he can borrow for his meal plan. Part of you thinks itâs a little late for dinner, but you agree anyways.Â
Sometimes you think he comes up with this sort of thing just to see you, stealing kisses at your door- but this time, when he comes over to grab ingredients, he doesnât simply wait in the hallway.
âCan I come in?â he asks, peering at your apartment beyond.
âCome in?â you repeat.
âYeah, I mean, youâve seen my place, and I havenât really gotten to see yours yet.â He sounds nonchalant, but you can tell that your personal space - the way you conduct yourself in your own home - is something that makes him curious.
âOkay.â You step away from the door. âCome on in.â
Mingyu bends down to kiss you as he steps over the threshold, and you grin against his lips, enjoying the way his hands softly grab your waist.Â
âIâm guessing you didnât really need garlic, did you?â you tease.
âNope, I ate dinner after work.â Mingyu takes his shoes off while you close the door behind him, and he looks around your apartment. âItâs nice in here.â
âThank you.â
âDo you want to give me a tour?â he asks.
You let out a giggle. âOkay.âÂ
Youâve never given a formal tour of your apartment before, but you do your best, showing him through the kitchen and the small living room area. Youâve got certain knick knacks that are special to you, and you explain them to Mingyu while he listens with a smile.
Finally, you make it to your bedroom. Before you can even open your mouth to say anything, Mingyuâs arms are wrapping around you, his chest pressed to your back, lips on your throat.
He already knows your sweet spots, and you let out a soft sigh, tilting your head to make things easier for him.
âGyuâŠâ
âDo you want me to stop?â he whispers in your ear, nibbling gently on the lobe.
âNo.â
You hadnât expected this tonight, but youâre at a point now where you donât want to wait. Mingyu isnât the type to use you and leave you. Heâs made his intentions clear, and the sexual chemistry between the two of you is undeniable.Â
You find yourself turning in Mingyuâs embrace, cupping his cheek so you can draw his lips to yours. He lets out an immediate groan of satisfaction, and it goes straight to your core, which flutters with delight. You kiss him deeply, pouring all your wants and desires into the meeting of your mouths.
Then your hands find the bottom of his shirt, and before you know it, youâre stripping the fabric from Mingyuâs body and tracing your hands over the muscles you love so much.
His body jolts when you tease your nails across his lower abdomen, and it prompts Mingyu to reach down, cupping your ass and easily lifting you up. Your legs wrap around his hips, tongues clashing in a lusty battle as he carries you to your bed.
Your hands trace along his strong shoulders as he lays you onto the mattress, looking down at you with blown pupils. Heâs breathing heavily already, and you can see the bulge of his cock through his jeans.Â
Youâve grinded against him before, sitting on his lap on his couch while he rubs your tits through your comfortable evening sweaters, so you know how big Mingyu is, but knowing heâs about to be inside of you makes your heart race in an entirely different way.
âAre you sure youâre okay with this?â Mingyu asks again, straightening to look down at you.
âUh huh,â you sit up, meeting his gaze. Then you reach out, undoing his buckle while keeping steady eye contact.Â
âFuck,â Mingyu groans, chest heaving with each breath. âYou donât have to-â
âDonât have to what?â you tease, moving onto the zipper, which you tug down roughly.
âDonât have to-â he swallows thickly. âI want to make you feel good.âÂ
âWhat if you do that after?â you suggest. âI want to make you feel good first.âÂ
âFuck, Angel, okay.âÂ
âYeah?â You raise a brow at him, hooking your fingers in his jeans and briefs.
âYeah,â he nods quickly. âDo whatever you want- whatever you want.â
You tug his pants down, allowing them to bag at his knees. Youâre already much too focused on the cock in front of you to care about getting him fully undressed.
Your eyes take in Mingyuâs rock hard length. Youâre not great with measurements, but you swear he must be seven or eight inches. Heâs got a pretty mushroom tip, all flushed and pink. Thereâs a prominent vein running along the underside of him, and it makes your mouth water.
You havenât sucked cock in a while, but youâd read a very good erotica about it last night, and you know exactly what to do.Â
Grabbing the base of him, you angle Mingyuâs cock slightly upward, running your tongue along the vein.
âShit,â Mingyu groans, hands flying to your head. He doesnât apply any pressure, simply strokes you as you take the tip past your lips, suckling on it and twirling your tongue. âYouâre- fuck, youâre good at this.â
You let out a happy hum, and the vibration makes him twitch, pushing him further into your mouth.Â
Your eyes are closed now, and you allow yourself to enjoy the act of pleasuring Mingyu. After being so patient with you over the past few weeks, he deserves it. The sounds heâs letting out are more than enough encouragement for you, and soon, your drool begins to drip down to your fingers, making it easier for you to pump his neglected shaft.
Thereâs no way in Hell youâll ever be able to fit all of him in your mouth, but unless heâs used to dating women schooled in oral aerobics or some shit, you doubt any of his past lovers have ever achieved that feat either.
Instead, you focus most of your attention on the tip, knowing that the head of his cock is where heâs got a lot of his nerve endings.Â
Your tongue dips along his slit, tasting the salty precum. Mingyu moans loudly above you, fingers threading through your hair.
âIf you keep doing that, Iâm gonna cum too fast,â he warns you.
Part of you wants him to cum, so you go even harder- only for Mingyu to gently pull you off of him.
You blink up at the gorgeous man, pleased to find that heâs flushed. His chest, shoulders, neck and cheeks are all a pretty pink colour, and heâs panting heavily. âSeriously, Angel, I donât want to cum yet.â
âWhat if I want you to cum?â
âIâm not making you swallow the first time we sleep together,â Mingyu states, and you can tell that itâs a hard boundary. âAnd Iâm not cumming on you either- I thinkâŠâ he licks his lips, âI think itâs my turn to make you feel good now.âÂ
âYeah?â
He nods. âYeah.â
Then Mingyu leans down over you, grabbing your shirt and tugging it off. Your pants are discarded next, left on the floor next to his own while he adjusts you on your bed.
Heâs left your bra and panties on, and when his lips find yours again, you kind of appreciate that heâs intent on more foreplay.
Your core is aching through the cotton fabric, and your nipples are pressing up toward the cups still confining them. Itâs driving you crazy as he kisses you deeply, but then one of his hands reaches up to massage you through your bra, and you let out a sinful whine.
âTake it off,â you whimper, âplease.â
Mingyuâs mouth moves from your lips to your throat, and he reaches under you, undoing the clasp. He gently pulls the bra from your form, and his kisses finally make it to your breasts.Â
His soft hair is teasing your skin with each kiss, but when his lips wrap around your sensitive nipple, you canât even find it within yourself to care about the slight ticklish sensation. Mingyuâs got your full attention now, his teeth gently dragging across the hardened bud, making you cry out even louder.
You grab at his broad shoulders, holding onto him for dear life, wriggling under his large form.Â
His cock is pressing between your legs, rubbing against your pussy through the thin fabric of your panties.
âFuck, Gyu-â you whimper. âI want you so bad.â
He groans in response, moving to your other breast to pay it as much attention as he had the first. Your neighbour takes his time, and you enjoy every second of it, although youâre absolutely desperate for more.
You want him to take the lead, as you lean more toward a submissive temperament in bed, despite the ballsy way youâd approach sucking his cock for the first time.
You wonder if heâs aching the way you are- if heâs throbbing with need for you the way your pussy is already trying to clench around nothing, anticipating the cock thatâs going to split you open in a way that no man ever has before.Â
Unable to help yourself anymore, you reach down between your bodies, grabbing his length and pumping him gently. Mingyu groans against your breasts, giving you one last lick before he brings his mouth up to your own again.
âAngel, fuck-â he practically whimpers, thrusting toward your hand. âYouâre not ready yet.â
âIâm ready,â you try to assure him.
âTrust me,â Mingyuâs hand slips into your panties, two fingers teasing your core, âAs wet as you are, youâre not ready for me.â
âGyu-â You want to argue, but when he pushes two digits into your core, you realize heâs right. Because even with two fingers, you feel like heâs stretching your tight walls.Â
Youâre so wet that it makes it easy for Mingyu to begin finger fucking you, his mouth finding your throat so he can kiss your sweet spot desperately while you continue to stroke his cock.Â
âWanna make you cum once,â he groans, âbefore- fuck, before I take you.â
Your core throbs at his words, and itâs clear from the smile you feel against your skin that Mingyu can feel the way your body is reacting to him.
âDo you like when I talk dirty to you, Angel?â he asks.
âYeah.â You nod, applying more pressure as you stroke him off.
âYouâre already taking my fingers so well, who got you this wet?â
âYou did, Gyu,â you whimper.
âCan you cum with just fingers? Or should I rub your sensitive little clit too?â
âMy clit-â
His palm immediately finds the bud of nerves, and you let out a strangled gasp, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. âFuck-â Your hand stops on his cock in favour of grabbing both of his shoulders.
âLike this?â he asks, applying a little more pressure that has you wiggling beneath him.Â
âYeah, just like that,â you groan, threading your fingers through his hair, guiding him to continue kissing your throat while he finger fucks you open.
âHave you wanted this as much as I have?â
âEven more,â you confess.
âNot possible,â he retorts, but by the squelching of your pussy, youâre pretty sure you have him beat. You donât have the energy or the mental focus to fight him on this, so you simply give in to the pleasure heâs providing you. âSo good for me.â
âGyu-â you whimper, legs shaking as your orgasm builds much too fast in the pit of your stomach.
âAlways so good for me,â he continues. âThe best backpack. The best neighbour. The best girl-â
You cry out as your orgasm slams into you with no warning. Something about this brand of praise has made you feral, and your core throbs around Mingyuâs fingers as he works you through your high.
âJust like that,â he coos. âSo good for me.â
You draw his lips to yours, kissing him breathlessly. He kisses you back, tongue invading your mouth and gently stroking your own.
Youâre practically shaking by the time your orgasm is over, and Mingyu pulls his hand out of your panties. âIâm gonna take these off now,â he tells you, pressing a kiss to your nose. âAnd grab a condom.â
âActuallyâŠâ You bite at your lip, meeting his gaze. âIâm on birth control.â
He pauses for a moment, and you can see the wheels practically turning in his head. âAnd⊠I mean, I know Iâm clean-â
âIâm clean too,â you assure him. âItâs uh⊠itâs been a while for me, since I⊠well, you know.â
You can feel your skin heating at the admission of your near celibacy over the past few months. While youâve imagined fucking all sorts of heros and villains in your books, the only thing thatâs been inside you recently has been your six inch glittery pink dildo.
âAnd you uh⊠you want me to cum inside?â Mingyu clarifies.
âPlease?â
Mingyu lets out a shaky breath, then he nods. âOkay, yeah, I can do that.â
He tugs your panties down your legs, and before you know it, the two of you are completely naked. Mingyu returns between your thighs, his arm muscles bulging as he holds himself over you, one hand grabbing the base of his cock so he can tease himself through your pussy lips.
âCan I convince you to let me eat you out first?â
âI need you,â you tell him, on the verge of crying if you donât get your way.
âAnother time, then.â
âAnother time,â you agree with a laugh.
The tip of his cock teases by your clit and it makes your entire body jolt at the sensitivity.
âIf itâs uh⊠if itâs too much,â Mingyu licks his lips, tearing his gaze from your core so he can look you in the eyes, âif itâs too much just let me know and Iâll stop.â
âGyu, please, Iâll be okay-â you try to assure him, although, youâre not sure if youâre even certain with yourself on this one. Thereâs a possibility you might not even be able to walk tomorrow, but thatâs a risk youâre more than willing to take.
He brings the tip of his cock down to your wet hole, gently pushing into you. The head alone is enough to have you moaning, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and throwing your head back against the pillows.
âFuck-â
âYeah,â his breath is hot against your chest, âI know, Iâm sorry.â
Itâs so endearing that the man is sorry his cock is so big.
âDonât be sorry,â you let out a laugh, âIâll just have to get used to you.â
âI like the sound of that,â Mingyu admits, pushing another inch past your wet walls. âFuck, you have no idea how good you feel.â
âJust wait till youâre fully inside of me,â you whisper, closing your eyes and doing your best to relax your body so you can take him.
Mingyu lets out a groan, hips gently thrusting so he can coat his cock in your wet juices. Each movement has him burying deeper and deeper, earning sounds of pleasure from your lips.Â
Your nails claw at his shoulders, but itâs clear that Mingyu is too focused on your pussy to even care or notice.Â
âAlmost there,â he tells you, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth.
Nothing in the world has ever felt like Mingyu, and as his hips finally come flush to your own and he lets out a sigh of relief, you know that thereâs no coming back from this.Â
You both groan âFuckâ in unison, crashing your lips together a moment later as he begins to move. He starts off slow and gentle, his cock hitting spots so deep that you swear heâs rearranging your guts
Youâve spent years reading erotica, imagining what great sex would really look like, and now, youâre finally experiencing it for yourself.
Youâve never gone completely mind numb for someone before, but with Mingyu, youâre reduced to feral instinct. Sounds like the ones leaving your lips right now are not sounds that have ever come out of you before, and you swear youâve never been this wet in your life.
Each thrust has Mingyuâs tip rubbing against a place that has you seeing stars, and as he picks up his pace, itâs the most you can do to keep kissing him even while wanting to scream with pleasure.
Your nails dig into his shoulders, and when Mingyu releases a grunt, bringing his mouth to your throat so he can gently bite at your skin, you realize he kind of likes the pain.
The thought has your pussy tingling with even more delight, and Mingyu groans loudly.
âSo good,â he moans. âSo fucking good.â
âDonât stop, please, fuck- no one has ever fucked me like this before-â
From the way Mingyu fucks you even harder, itâs clear he also has a praise kink. Itâs funny how often praise and pain go hand in hand in pleasure.
Youâre thankful for all the books youâve read about this sort of thing, because they allow you to read Mingyu in a way that youâve never imagined being able to read someone. He wears his heart on his sleeve, and you adore it.
Mingyu lifts his thigh, angling himself better on the bed so each thrust can go as deep as possible. Your headboard is hitting the wall now, and part of you almost wishes Wonwoo was home so you could annoy him with the sound as much as heâs annoyed you with it.
But at the same time, youâre glad Wonwoo is probably at work. As interesting as being a vouyer is when youâre the one listening in, due to your interesting past with your Harley loving neighbour, youâre not sure how youâd feel about him being privy to this intimate moment youâre sharing with Mingyu.
Itâs clear Mingyu is completely present with you. From the sounds escaping him, you know that heâs not thinking about anyone else listening in. His ability to be completely enraptured by you makes it easier for you to get lost in him again, and when you draw his lips to yours, your mind goes pleasantly blank once more.
Youâre not sure how long he fucks you like this, but soon, his hand finds your clit again, and you realize he wants you to cum with him.
âCan you give me one more?â he asks, looking down at you with those eyes youâve come to adore.
âYeah,â you nod, already feeling the tightening of your abdominal muscles. Youâre still sensitive from your first orgasm, and itâs way too easy for him to get you there again, especially with the way his cock drags against your inner walls and sets your entire body on fire.
âFuck, youâre getting so tight, Angel, holy shit-â Mingyu groans deeply, pressing his forehead against your own. Each panting breath, each whimpered moan and grunt that escapes Mingyu has you closer and closer to the edge.
He should seriously consider getting a job reading erotica for money, like on the Quinn app or something, because fuck, no man has ever sounded this sexy before.Â
âCome on,â he encourages you, âI wonât be able to last, fuck- youâre gonna cum with me, right?â
âYeah-â
âYouâre close?â
âYes-â You dig your nails into his shoulders, closing your eyes and focusing on the way heâs circling your clit.Â
âPlease, please, please,â he practically begs, bringing his lips to your ear. âBe a good girl and cum for me again, come on, Angel, cum on my cock.â
You explode around him, crying out. Your legs tighten around his hips, and Mingyuâs entire body shudders as he cums with you. You can feel your core throbbing around him, milking him of his cum as he fills you to your absolute limit.
Youâre both gasping, holding each other like life lines while orgasms ravage your bodies. Itâs Heaven, but from the way your muscles are contracting, itâs also a little bit of Hell. Nothing has felt this good, but you know youâre going to be exhausted in the morning- fuck, youâre already exhausted.
Mingyuâs thrusts have faltered, but he tries to ride you through your highs. Soon, heâs half collapsing on top of you, your sweaty chests pressed together. Then heâs kissing you desperately, and it feels like youâre both pouring a thousand unsaid words into the meeting of your lips.
You make out for a short while, and then Mingyu pulls out of you, reaching for the kleenex box on your nightstand. âHere,â he offers, holding it between your thighs to stop any cum from dripping onto the bed.
âThanks,â you let out a small laugh. âIâm gonna head to the bathroom.â
âGood idea.â
Your legs are wobbly when you stand up, and it reminds you of the first time youâd gotten off the back of his bike.
You donât mind Mingyu making it hard for you to walk, in both ways.
Inside the bathroom, you do your best to use the toilet and clean up the cum. After double checking yourself in the mirror and deciding to brush your teeth for good measure, you head back to your bedroom⊠which is where you find Mingyu flipping through the most recent book youâve been reading.
Your heart lurches into your throat, body freezing in the doorway.Â
âI didnât know you read this sort of thing,â Mingyu muses, looking up at you.
âWhat?â you squeak.
âErotica,â he responds casually. âThis seems interesting though.â
You slowly approach the bed, joining Mingyu under the covers while he reaches to put your book back on your nightstand.Â
âUhâŠâ you donât even know what to say. âI didnât mean for you to see that.â
Mingyu laughs, pulling you close to his chest. âWhy not? Itâs not like Iâm judging you.â
âYouâre not?â
âNope. Why would I? I think I read somewhere that men like visual porn and women lean towards the written stuff, nothing to be ashamed of.â
He really is the perfect man.
âPlus, I keep seeing shit on tiktok about booktok girls needing their bikertok boy, I donât mind filling that role for you.â Another nonchalant comment that makes your heart do somersaults. âAlthough⊠arenât all of you booktok girls into masked men and threesomes and shit?â
His words make you hide your face against his chest, shyness overcoming you.Â
âSorry, was that an overstep?â he laughs, rubbing your back with a large, warm hand.
âNo, Iâm just not used to talking about this, especially not with guys I just slept with.â
âThe erotica you read is the fantasy youâre interested in, it would be a shame never to talk about it,â Mingyu muses. âThat threesome between the demon knight and the guardian angel seemed pretty interesting.â
âGod, you really werenât supposed to read the book on my nightstand.â You can feel your skin getting hotter with embarrassment with each passing second.
âYouâre adorable.â Mingyu cuddles you closer. âLook, Iâm just going to put this out there, and if your answer is a no, then itâs a no⊠If you ever did want to try a threesome, Wonwoo would be into it.â
Now your heart is really racing, and your entire body stiffens in Mingyuâs embrace.
âShit, my bad for even suggesting it,â Mingyu apologizes immediately.
âItâs not thatâŠâ you take a deep breath. If youâre going to continue things with Mingyu, he needs to know about your past - however unimportant it is - with Wonwoo. âLook⊠I uh⊠I matched with Wonwoo on a dating app last summer, nothing came out of it, but, I donât know, I still feel awkward around him.â
Mingyu is silent for a few seconds, and youâre too scared to look up at his face, too scared of the expression you might find there.
âThat would actually explain a lot,â Mingyu says finally.Â
âIt would?â
âYeah, when I first introduced you two, he was more of an asshole than usual. And that first time I offered you a ride on my bike, he just took off. I kind of chalked it up to him being socially awkward sometimes around cute girls, but, now things make a bit more sense.â
âIâm sorry I didnât tell you earlier.â
âItâs all good,â Mingyu assures you, rubbing your back. âHonestly, Iâm pretty tired. How do you feel about the two of us staying here tonight, cuddling till we fall asleep, and talking more about this in the morning?â
You let out a sigh of relief. âThat actually sounds perfect.â
Twelve - Wonwoo
As if listening to you and Mingyu fuck the first time wasnât enough, Wonwoo had been woken up at three am, and then again at seven to the sound of your moans carrying through his walls.
His room is dark thanks to his black out curtains, but in the blackness of his room, Wonwoo finally snaps. Heâd done his best to wear noise cancellers the first time, to put his head under his pillow the second, but now, Wonwoo has lost all of his resolve.
Your small whimpers are simply too hard to resist, and as Wonwooâs hand slips down to his aching cock, he canât help but wonder what would have happened if things had worked out with you all those months ago. It could be him that youâre under right now, not his best friend, and thatâs a conflicting thought.Â
Wonwoo lets out a quiet sigh as he begins to stroke his hard length. He closes his eyes, focusing on the muffled sounds of pleasure that make it through the walls.
When Mingyu had first mentioned that Wonwooâs escapades had been keeping you up, heâd dismissed it, but now after being woken three times, he can see your annoyance.Â
Heâll have to try to go easier on you.Â
As Wonwoo works himself up to your moans, he wonders if youâve ever been in this exact situation; touching yourself while he got off with someone else just a few feet through a wall.
The thought sends a shiver up Wonwooâs spine and he shifts under his duvet, tossing the fabric off of himself, abdominal muscles clenching with delight.
From the sound of Mingyuâs thrusts and the headboard hitting the wall, Wonwooâs pretty sure Mingyu is close already- fuck, he would be too if he had you to bury his morning wood into. And from the noises escaping you, Wonwoo knows youâre just as close.
He applies more pressure to his aching cock, speeding up his strokes- Wonwoo wants to cum with you and his roommate, although heâs not quite sure why.Â
Sure, once you both cum, his entertainment is over, but thereâs a need to be paired with you both, something that goes beyond a voyeuristic act like watching porn, which he could easily switch to when youâre finished if he wanted to prolong the experience.
A muffled âFuck, Iâm closeâ has Wonwooâs entire body tensing, and as your moans crescendo, the tightly wound knot inside of him snaps. He lets out a gasp, pumping his cock while ropes of his own cum paint his chest.Â
He wishes his hand was you, but the image of you instead of his hand is enough to make another wave of pleasure pass over him. He works himself through it to the point of overstimulation, finally stopping when the headboard sounds cease.
Wonwoo lays there for a moment, eyes closed, catching his breath.
When he finally turns his phone flashlight on and looks down at his chest, he realizes heâs cum more listening to you and Mingyu fuck than heâs probably ever cum inside of a girl.
Itâs then that Wonwoo realizes how truly screwed he is.Â
Thirteen
Seungkwan had nearly spat out his drink when youâd revealed Mingyuâs offer to invite Wonwoo into your bed. Soonyoungâs jaw had dropped, and itâs stayed that way. Seokmin looks like heâs having a panic attack, his cheeks all flushed, his hands tugging at the neckline of his dress shirt.
âSo what are you going to do?â Seungkwan asks finally, taking a sip of his Gin and Tonic with his wide eyes glued to you.
âIâm honestly not sure,â you admit, letting out a sigh.
âBitch,â Seungkwan rolls his eyes, âdonât give us that. You read smutty threesome shit all the time, and here you are, being propositioned by your hot neighbour and his best friend, who both ride motorcycles, I might add- this is a fucking no brainer and we all know it.â
âYouâve been wanting a proper fuck session forever,â Soonyoung agrees.
âItâs actually like⊠one of your biggest things,â Seokmin points out, nodding.Â
âBut donât you think this would be messy?â you ask. âLike, if these were randoms Iâd never see again, it would be one thing- but they live next to me, and Iâm low key dating Mingyu. Wonwoo doesnât seem like the polyamory type.â
âBabes,â Seungkwan reaches a hand across the table to squeeze your forearm, âThis doesnât have to be polyamory. Wonwoo can just be some dude that fucks you with his bestie sometimes. You can mostly focus on Mingyu, I mean, after all, we all know you and Wonwoo donât even really like each other after the whole⊠ghosting thing.âÂ
âWhich is so valid,â Seokmin assures you, also reaching out to grab your hand. âWho suggests a group motorcycle trip as a first date, that was very stupid.â
âPlus, didnât you mention hearing Wonwoo fuck some girl through your wall?â Soonyoung asks, playing with the straw in his bellini. âI bet youâre wondering why she was being so loud. I mean, obviously his dick game must be good.â
âI have been wondering,â you admit. âMingyu is so soft with me, so good and gentle- Wonwoo seems like he might be the opposite.â
âAnd youâll never really know until you give this a try.â Seungkwan pats your hand encouragingly. âI think you have your answer, babes. Go make those smutty dreams of yours come true, or youâll regret it the rest of your life.âÂ
Fourteen
Mingyuâs been coming over more and more often. Even though his place is just next door, he tends to have a preference for holding you until he passes out in your bed. You donât mind, being in his arms helps you get the best rest youâve had in ages, and you never feel closer to him than you do when you wake up next to him in the morning.
Itâs a Sunday, and youâre laying in bed. Mingyu had gotten up, decided heâd wanted you for breakfast, fucked your brains out, and now, youâre stroking each others skin while you catch your breaths.
âAre you thinking about something?â Mingyu asks, and you realize he must have noted your silence.
You take a deep breath, looking up into his eyes. Heâs done his best to foster an environment of safety- you know you can talk to him about anything, and now seems as good a time as any to broach a few subjects that have been weighing you down.
âWhat are we doing?â you ask.
âWeâre cuddling?â
You let out a laugh. âNo, I mean⊠what are we doing? Like⊠Iâve really enjoyed getting to know you, and from the way you spoke at the start of all of this, it sounded like you were looking for a relationship, but ever since you mentioned inviting Wonwoo into bed, I guess Iâm just a little confused about⊠the trajectory of this. Sharing the girl you want to date exclusively with your bestie just doesnât seem like a usual start to a new relationship.âÂ
âValid question,â he nods. âI can see where I caused some confusion⊠I guess, I mean- Itâs not that I want to date you exclusively, I already am dating you exclusively, and I have been since the start.â
While this is news to you, you suppose itâs not the most surprising thing. Mingyu has been spending so much time with you lately, heâd have to be Superman or the worldâs more snakey person to be able to juggle anyone else.
âWhen it comes to the whole Wonwoo thing- If Iâm being honest, weâve been friends forever. Weâve had like⊠three or four threesomes together? So I guess I feel comfortable inviting him because we have that foundation of trust there, and based on the stuff you read - correct me if Iâm wrong - but I think a threesome is on your bucket list.â
Now this is some hot gossip. Youâd never for a moment considered the idea that Wonwoo and Mingyu have shared girls together before- but now that the idea is out in the open, you feel stupid for it having never crossed your mind.Â
âSo there really wouldnât be any jealousy or any problems if Wonwoo joined us?â you clarify.
âThere never have been before. Wonwooâs not the relationship type. If I honestly thought there would be a problem, I wouldnât have brought it up,â Mingyu tells you. âSounds like youâre open to it.â
âI am,â you admit. âAlso⊠Iâm exclusively seeing you too, by the way.â
Mingyu laughs. âI know, Angel. Wonwoo is an exception, the only exception.â
âAgreed.âÂ
âSoâŠâ Mingyu pulls you tighter to his chest. âAre we gonna bring this up with him?â
âDo you want to ask him?â
âI think we should do it together.â
The idea of bringing this up with Wonwoo makes your heart race. âYou think heâll react okay?â
âAngel, he matched with you on Tinder before, and tried to take you out three times, even if you did ghost him, youâre way too sexy for him to ever say no to.â
Fifteen
When youâd arrived at Mingyuâs place after dinner, heâd suggested a movie night. Wonwoo usually gets off work around one am, and with his Harley, Mingyu expected him to be back at one thirty at the latest.Â
Around midnight, youâd fallen asleep, with Mingyu following close behind, and when the sound of the front door unlocking finally pulls you from your slumber, a quick check at the clock tells you itâs already past two.
Mingyu groans behind you, pulling you closer, pressing his lips to the back of your neck.Â
Wonwoo walks into the den area in time to see the exchange, and he pauses by the open concept kitchen, staring at you in the dim darkness of the space.Â
âWhat are you doing out here on the couch?â he asks.
âWe were waiting for you,â you say softly, pushing at Mingyuâs hand in an effort to wake him up fully.
Wonwoo stays quiet, and after a moment, Mingyu finally groans and sits up, turning to look at his best friend. Mingyu rubs at his eyes, yawning. âWe have something to talk to you about,â he mumbles.
âLet's hear it,â Wonwoo sighs, setting his helmet and gloves onto the kitchen counter before he goes to remove his leather jacket.
âYou know what⊠maybe itâs too late for this,â you suggest, turning to look at Mingyu.
âDonât be shy,â he encourages you, pulling you closer and kissing your throat.Â
You note the way your body reacts, head tilting to the side to give him better access. Itâs clear that youâre not as afraid of being watched as youâd thought you might be, and when your gaze shifts to Wonwoo, you find him staring at the place where you and Mingyuâs bodies connect.
A muscle in his jaw feathers, and you see the way his fist clenches at his side, but he stays silent.
âDo you want me to do it?â Mingyu asks.
âYes, please.â
Mingyu gives a reassuring kiss to your cheek. âI know you two have a past-â he begins.
âShe told you about that, did she?â Wonwoo interrupts.
âUh huh, sheâs a good girl like that,â Mingyu holds you tighter. âAnyways, I know you two have a past, and I know youâre attracted to each other-â
âMingyu.â Thereâs a warning tone in Wonwooâs voice now, and it makes your skin tingle.Â
âIâm too tired to do this right,â Mingyu sighs, âbut listen, she wants to try a threesome, weâve done threesomes, I figured Iâd put it on the table, if youâre interested.â
Wonwoo stands in the kitchen for a moment, then he lets out a sigh, turning and placing both of his hands on the counter. He looks down at the ground, and you wonder whatâs going through his head.
âArenât you two dating?â he asks finally.
You open your mouth to respond but decide to shut it, turning to Mingyu to allow him to answer. âYeah, I mean, weâre exclusive.â
âHow can you be exclusive if youâre inviting me into a fucking threesome?â Wonwoo snaps.
âBecause youâre you,â Mingyu shrugs. âWhy do you seem mad?â
Wonwoo lets out a deep sigh. âThis isnât the right way to start a relationship, Gyu.â
You find it comical that Wonwoo - of all people - is trying to school Mingyu on how to treat a girl.Â
âIâm pretty confident in us,â Mingyu grins, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You kind of love how sure he is, and it makes your trust in the budding relationship feel even stronger. âLook, if you donât want to-â
âI want to.âÂ
It feels like the air is knocked from your lungs. Yes, youâve considered this for weeks, but part of you never really thought it would get this far, never thought Wonwoo would actually agree-
âIâve been listening to you two fuck through a wall for weeks,â Wonwoo continues. âOf course I fucking want to.â
âSo whatâs the problem?â Mingyu asks, brows furrowing at why his friend still sounds so angry.
Wonwoo turns to look at you. âThis is going to complicate things.â
âOnly if you let it,â Mingyu argues. âLook, youâre both overthinkers, and I get that, but with me here, Iâll keep us all grounded, I promise.â
âItâs not that easy,â Wonwoo sighs.
âIt can be, if you both let it be.â He sounds so sure, and you want to believe him on this-
âSo is this just going to be a one time thing?â Wonwoo asks, and you note the way his gaze shifts from his roommate to you. Then you feel Mingyuâs eyes too.
âUh⊠I hadnât thought that far,â you admit.
âWe could always just go with the flow,â Mingyu suggests.
âYou know Iâm not that kind of guy,â Wonwoo retorts.
âHonestly, I know it was just a simple case of ghosting, but you two donât seem to actually like each other that much,â Mingyu points out, âunless Iâm misreading something. So how about we give it a shot, and go from there?â
Wonwoo looks to you, and after a moment to consider it, you nod, he mirrors the motion soon after.
âFine. Iâm in.â
âCan you try to sound more enthusiastic?â Mingyu teases. âThis is my Angel Iâm letting you get a taste of.â
âDonât test your luck,â Wonwoo warns. âAre we doing this right now?â
âIâm already half hard just thinking about it,â Mingyu grins. âAre you up for this, Angel?â
Things are happening a little fast for you, but you worry that if you donât bite the bullet and try this now, you might chicken out if you give yourself enough time to overthink and talk yourself out of it.Â
âLetâs do it,â you respond.Â
Wonwoo stares at you from the kitchen, and you wait to see who will move first. Finally, Wonwoo nods. âOkay, my room.â
He walks away without another word. Mingyu is quick to get up, reaching down to tug you to your feet. Youâre a little shocked at how abrupt Wonwoo is being, and how quick Mingyu is to act on Wonwooâs locational choice.
Youâve never seen the inside of Wonwooâs room, and you find it even more minimally furnished than the rest of the apartment. With nothing but a bed, a dresser and a gaming station set up, Wonwoo clearly has very few loves in his life. There are no books, no clothes strewn about- it almost looks like a room straight from the Ikea Catalogue with the theme âmy ocd teenage gamerâs sanctuary.â
The only thing of any true interest, is a tiled wall mount light piece, and from the way Wonwoo is standing near it and looking down at his phone, youâre pretty sure itâs bluetooth. As Mingyu leads you to go sit with him on the bed, the tiles begin to change colour, and youâre not even surprised when Wonwoo goes for a red hue that makes this entire situation feel correctly sinful.
Mingyu sits behind you, prompting you to settle on his lap. His hands find your thighs, stroking you through your sweatpants. You can tell heâs waiting on something, and when Wonwoo finally looks up at the two of you, setting his phone down, you realize just how much power youâre about to hand over to the man youâd ghosted all those months ago.
Wonwoo approaches you and Mingyu, coming to stand right in front of you. He meets your gaze, but heâs quiet. You hold your tongue, knowing that now is not the time to start being a brat.
âSo,â Wonwoo says finally. âMy guess is Mingyuâs been going easy on you since you started fucking.â
Mingyu lets out a laugh behind you, and you find yourself wanting to defend him. âI wouldnât say heâs been going easy on me-â
âIâm going to make an assessment, and youâre going to tell me if Iâm wrong,â Wonwoo states. âYou look like the kind of girl who wants to be dominated. The shy ones can sometimes be the kinkiest girls youâll ever meet, and something tells me that if youâre interested in a threesome - interested enough to let me be the one to come in here and fuck you - youâve got some specific itches that need to be scratched. Mingyuâs a vanilla boy. He doesnât even like to call sleeping with a girl fucking. Iâm betting he gives you everything you want, never makes you work for it, or beg for it, or any of that shit. The guy wakes up three times a night to rail you for fuckâs sake. So Iâm guessing, even though he probably meets most of your needs, thereâs something youâre missing that Mingyu thinks I can provide.â
Mingyuâs mouth finds your throat, pressing soft kisses that wordlessly tell you heâs not about to answer this assessment, itâs fully on you.
âIâŠâ you swallow thickly. âI guess, I mean, that sounds correct.â
âYouâre happy with Mingyu.â Itâs more of a statement than a question, but you find the need to answer it anyways, so you nod quickly.Â
âVery happy.â
âBut he doesnât dominate you.â
You shake your head.
âAnd tonight, you want someone to tell you what to do.â
You nod.
âYou want someone to make you scream the way I made that other girl scream, the girl that kept you up at night. You want what I was giving her.â
âGod, yes,â you admit, letting out a shuddery breath. You can feel Mingyu smile against your throat, and he wraps his arms tighter around you, holding you close to his chest. You can feel his cock straining up against your ass, and itâs driving you wild already.
âWhatâs off the table?â Wonwoo asks. âBe thorough.â
âI think⊠no anal. Hard pass on anal, at least, right now,â you start. âAnd⊠please donât be mean to me? Like⊠donât degrade me?â
âIf youâre our good girl, there will be no reason to degrade you, will there?â Wonwoo says smoothly, reaching out to cup your jaw. His thumb brushes by your lips and you open your mouth for him, accepting the digit that presses flat to your tongue. âSee, youâre just a good girl looking for direction, there wonât be a problem tonight.â
He removes his hand, and part of you mourns the loss.Â
âEverything else is on the table?â he clarifies.
âNothing gross.â
âNothing gross,â Wonwoo repeats with a laugh. âI guess thatâs all subjective, but I get what you mean.â
God, you wonder what dirty, nasty things this man has done in his lifetime.Â
âSafeword?â Wonwoo asks next.
You take a deep breath, only needing a moment to consider one. âHarley.âÂ
Mingyu groans behind you, his hands teasing up your thighs, closer and closer to where you need him while he begins to suck on your sweet spot. You can tell from his reaction that the safe word pleased him, and you know that everyone is aware how close you are to letting the fun actually begin.
Wonwoo has done his due diligence, now, he just has to do you.
âGyu, how about you get her warmed up?â Wonwoo suggests, and the man youâre sitting on wastes no time with the request. Mingyu immediately slips his hand under the waistband of your sweatpants, fingers finding your clit through your panties while you squirm on his lap.
âFuck,â Mingyu groans, âsheâs so wet already.â
âThatâs no surprise,â Wonwoo says nonchalantly, pivoting and moving away.
You watch him go, curious as to what heâs up to. Mingyu, meanwhile, is focused on getting your attention. He pushes your panties to the side, stroking your pussy, teasing as if heâs about to dip his fingers into you, only to circle your clit again.
You snap way too easily, turning to press kisses along his jaw. You reach a hand up to cup his cheek, prompting him to meet your lips. All it takes is a little tongue action for Mingyu to also break, finally slipping a digit into your wet core.
You whimper at the feeling, grinding down on his hand. The wiggling of your hips adds friction to the front of Mingyuâs pants, and he releases his own groan of pleasure.Â
He adds a second finger and you find yourself gasping. Your thighs spread to accommodate Mingyu. His slow stroking is driving you wild, and the ever constant pressure on your clit only intensifies the situation.
âLay her down,â Wonwooâs voice snaps you out of your Mingyu haze, and you break the kiss to blink up at Wonwoo.
You notice something in his hands, but before you can get a better look, Mingyu is pulling his hand from your core and standing up, taking you with him.Â
He gently places you onto the bed, tearing off your pants. His fingers go to hook in your underwear, but one tutting sound from Wonwoo makes him stop in his tracks.
âLeave those on for now,â Wonwoo instructs. âYou might be skipping things because youâre needy, but I remember your panty kink.â
Panty kink? Mingyu has a panty kink?
Fuck.
You wonder how much Wonwoo knows about Mingyuâs sexual preferences, things that you havenât even learned yet.
No matter how worried you were about this before you agreed to a threesome, itâs becoming more and more clear that Wonwoo might carry the keys to unlocking Mingyuâs full potential in bed- now, youâre worried what that means for the fully monogamous aspect of your relationship.
âTake off your shirt and bra for us,â Wonwoo prompts next. âI want to see you.â
His voice had softened at the end of the request, and the fact that Wonwoo has a good mix between commanding, and a tone thatâs almost on the pleading side, has you immediately making good on what heâs just asked of you.
You slip your shirt off, tossing it onto the floor. Arching your back, you get at the clasp of your bra, and soon, it joins the discarded fabric next to the bed.
Mingyu gets onto the mattress between your thighs, his hands stroking up your legs, which spread for him again.
âHere,â Wonwoo tosses the thing heâd been holding onto your chest.
When you pick it up, you realize itâs a blindfold.
Wonwoo meets your questioning gaze. âPut that on. You trust us, right?âÂ
You swallow thickly, then, you slip on the blindfold, obscuring your vision completely.
âThatâs our good girl,â Wonwoo muses, and his satisfaction has your core throbbing. Heâs being a lot nicer than youâd hoped he would be- part of you had wondered if this would a rage fueled fuck, revenge for the ghosting. But the way Wonwooâs treating you- itâs clear he has no animosity toward you for your past, regardless of the cold way heâs been acting toward you up until tonight.
Even with the blindfold, itâs clear whoâs still rubbing your legs. And when Mingyu shifts his weight, bending down to press kisses along your inner thighs, you know itâs still him.
Although there arenât any surprises happening in terms of who is touching you, with your vision cut off, every brush of Mingyu against your skin feels even more intense. Without the pressure of keeping your eyes open, or following the action with your gaze, you can simply lay back and enjoy whatâs happening.
Mingyuâs mouth reaches your core, and his breath through the fabric makes you twitch.
When his tongue makes contact with your wet panties, you both let out groans. The world seems suspended in anticipated pleasure, if even just for a moment, before Mingyu practically dives in.
His tongue pushes at your panties, and the teasing aspect of his muscle prodding at your core has your stomach already twisting into knots. Itâs like heâs trying to devour your underwear, trying to push his tongue through so he can get at you-
Youâd never imagined keeping your pussy covered with a thin piece of fabric would reveal to you how desperate Mingyu is to properly be eating you.
Your hands reach down, tangling in Mingyuâs hair, and you begin to grind against his face, using his nose to add pressure to your clit.
Something brushes by your nipple, and you practically jump at the contact. Then, the soft bud is pinched between two fingers. Itâs not a hard pinch, not enough to hurt, but enough to have your pussy throbbing even more from the idea of pain.Â
You also know that itâs Wonwoo who has finally decided to touch you, and youâre kind of scared of the effect thatâs having.
Mingyu doesnât even notice his friend beginning to play with your tits, heâs much too distracted by licking your core through your panties. Youâd bet that if you took your blind fold off right now, youâd find his own eyes closed, his mind completely consumed by the act of being close to your pussy without really being able to get at it.
âDoes he feel good?â Wonwoo asks.
âUh huh,â you nod, tightening your grip in Mingyuâs hair so you can grind harder against his mouth.
âHeâs already nearly breaking,â Wonwoo muses, âhow far along are you?â
âI-â You swallow thickly. âI donât know.â
âI want you to enjoy the teasing, want you to be brought to the edge like this, and when youâre finally about to snap, Iâll let him pull your panties to the side. You can ride his face while you cum for us.â
Your muscles clench at his words, and you nod quickly. âOkay.â
âWhere are your manners?â He pinches your nipple even more roughly, and you let out a delighted squeal.
âOkay, yes, thank you, thank you, Wonwoo,â you correct yourself.
âGood girl.â The pinching subsides, but you almost miss the pain. âYou look good like this.â
âThank you!â you blurt out, not wanting to fumble your manners so early just because heâs being sweet to you.
Wonwooâs fingers leave your breast, and your focus shifts to Mingyu again. Heâs begun rubbing his nose against your clit, and youâd bet that Wonwooâs words about getting you to the edge have inspired the motion.
Mingyu knows that clit stimulus will get you there faster than the teasing of his tongue along your panties, and you give yourself to the pleasure heâs providing.
Wet lips wrap around your nipple and your body jolts. One your hands immediately flies to the back of Wonwooâs head, threading through his soft curls while he sucks on you. He releases a groan of satisfaction. You respond with a whimper of your own, pushing your chest up toward his mouth.
Nothing has ever felt like this.
Having two sexy men worship you is making your body short circuit faster than it ever has before.
You can feel your orgasm rising in your stomach, and before you even know it, youâre letting out a gasp. âFuck, Iâm close- shit, thank you, fuck, Iâm gonna-â
You canât even finish your sentence, Mingyu tugs your panties to the side, pushing two digits into your hole while his lips find your clit, sucking the sensitive bud while he groans like a starved man.
Wonwooâs teeth simultaneously graze your nipple, and the combination of stimuli is enough to throw you over the edge.
Your pussy clamps down on Mingyuâs fingers, waves of pleasure exploding out from your core. The loudest moan youâve ever released sings out of you, and your grip tightens in both of their curls. Youâre used to having one anchor, Mingyu, who you hold onto to keep you from floating too high to cloud nine, but now, even with two anchors, you still find yourself drifting away into a state of bliss youâve never even dreamed of.
Wonwooâs free hand finds your neglected breast, and a pinch at your nipple has even more electric energy surging through you, your back arching at how intense this all is.
Mingyu hasnât stopped between your thighs, his fingers are unrelenting inside of your throbbing core, his tongue flicking your clit better than any vibrator or toy ever has.
You cum, and cum, and cum-
Mingyu releases a sinful groan, and you can feel something splash your inner thighs. Mingyu pulls away from your clit, licking up the liquid-
Wonwooâs mouth leaves your breasts, and you can feel his gaze slipping between your legs.
âFuck, I didnât know you could squirt, baby,â he muses, massaging your breast in a way that almost feels loving.
âI didnât-â you struggle to speak amidst your moans, âI canât-
âNo oneâs ever made you squirt before?â Wonwoo finishes your sentence for you.
âNo, sir, I mean- yes, sir-â
You hear Wonwoo let out a chuckle, and he pinches your nipple, making you cry out even more. âSir, huh? Looks like our good girl has really learned her manners, Gyu.â
Youâre not sure where the title had come from, but calling Wonwoo âsirâ had just felt right, it still feels right, as you writhe against his bed sheets.
âOkay, I think thatâs enough,â Wonwoo sighs. Fingers brush by your cheek, and the sudden touch makes you flinch. âSheâs crying, Gyu.â
Mingyu groans deeply, his fingers coming to a stop in your pussy. When he removes them, and both men pull away, you can finally take a deep breath after the intensity of your orgasm. Your entire body shudders as you try to steady yourself after what theyâve just given you.
In the periphery, you can hear a wet sucking sound, and youâd bet your life that Mingyu is licking his fingers clean.
âSquirting all over him like that got your boyfriend hard as fuck, baby, I think Iâll be nice and let him fuck you now.â
God, thereâs so much you want to think about with that sentence- specifically the way Wonwoo just referred to Mingyu as your boyfriend, a term that you havenât yet used- but youâre also so needy for Mingyuâs cock now that you canât sit and ponder the relationship development.Â
âYes, please, Mingyu, fuck, need your cock-â you whine, reaching down to tug your panties off-
Another set of hands grabs the fabric, and before you can fumble to get your underwear down your legs, Mingyu simply tears them in two to get at you.
His cockhead is rubbing against your soaked folds a moment later, and you let out a whimper of desperation.Â
âFuck, Angel, youâre doing so good for us,â Mingyu groans, slipping the head into you.
âGyu-â you whimper, grabbing at the bed sheets, your eyes rolling into the back of your head from the stretch of his girthy tip.
âYouâre so fucking wet,â he tells you, one hand flattening on your abdomen to keep you still. âI could slide all the way in like this-â
âDo it,â Wonwoo says simply. âBet sheâd fucking love that.â
âI would,â you agree, whimpering at the idea of him filling you up with one powerful thrust. âPlease, split me open-â
The words no sooner leave your mouth than Mingyu is doing just as youâd asked. In one motion, he sinks the entirety of his cock into your wet, ready hole.Â
His hips hit flush to your own, and you release something between a cry and a scream. Your inner walls struggle desperately to accommodate the large intrusion that your body is still not used to even after fucking Mingyu countless times.
Before Mingyu, âLike a Virginâ had just been a Madonna song, now, itâs something you understand completely.
Mingyuâs mouth finds your neck as he leans his entire, large, muscled body over your own. His lips are hot as they suckle on your sweet spot, and you grab at his strong shoulders, wrapping your legs around his hips.
He starts slow with his motions, only pulling out slightly. With each small rut, his cock sinks so deep that it hits a spot that makes you go mind numb.
Youâre a gasping, wriggling mess for Mingyu, and from the sounds leaving his own lips, you know he loves it.
His pace starts to increase. You can feel your pussy tingling with each thrust, the vein along the underside of his cock stimulating your walls perfectly.
Mingyu draws your lips to his own, and you find yourself in a desperate clash of tongues.Â
âHow cute,â Wonwooâs voice draws you back to reality. âFor the record, baby, Iâve never seen Mingyu this into someone.â
God, why is he being so nice to you?
Why does the thought that you make Mingyu come undone unlike anyone else have your pussy throbbing?
Your hand moves before your mind even registers what youâre doing. It flails out toward Wonwooâs voice, and youâre pretty sure you make contact with his thigh.
âWhat are you doing?â Wonwoo asks, tone shifting.
You break the kiss with Mingyu, and his lips find your throat while you address his friend. âWanna touch.â
Wonwoo is silent, and moments feel like minutes. Then, you hear a belt buckle, and a zipper being pulled down.
âYou just wanna touch?â Wonwoo prompts.Â
Before you can even respond, Mingyu is nipping at your ear. Heâs breathing heavily, fucking you faster. âDo you wanna suck him off, Angel? I wonât be mad if you do.â
This is a threesome, it wouldnât be fair if Wonwoo didnât get a bit of you tooâŠ
âYes.â
âYes, what?â Wonwoo prompts.
âYes, I wanna suck you off,â you clarify, doing your best to make your voice sound confident.
Mingyu groans, and then he pulls off of you. You whine at the loss of him, but he flips you onto all fours, pulling your ass into the air so he can push his cock into you again. You do your best to steady yourself on your hands, and the bed dips in front of you, signaling Wonwooâs arrival.
âHere,â Wonwooâs voice is soft, as soft as his touch when he pulls the blindfold off of you. âWanna see that pretty face when you choke around my cock.â
In the red light from the tiled wall mount, Wonwoo looks insane. Yeah, a little insane in the crazy way, but insanely sexy too.
Heâs taken his shirt off, and youâre shocked to find washboard abs that make you drool immediately. His curls are all flouncy and illuminated by the red, like a halo, or even devil horns. His jeans are undone, but he doesnât have his cock out yet, which you kind of appreciate.
Although you can see his length straining against the black denim, he didnât immediately stick his dick down your throat, heâs giving you time to adjust to the new position.
You blink up at him, and Wonwoo smiles, cupping your cheek. âYouâre doing so good, baby.â
âSo good,â Mingyu echoes, digging his fingers into your hips as he begins to fuck you like a mad man.
âSir,â you breathe.
âYes, baby?â
âCan I suck you off now?â
Wonwooâs grin widens. âGo for it.â
You realize heâs not going to help you take his cock out, not yet at least. Itâs difficult to hold yourself up with one hand while Mingyu fucks you, your free one reaching for his jeans. You hook your fingers in the fabric, trying to tug them down.
Part of you thinks Wonwoo likes watching you struggle. Heâs said heâd be nice, wouldnât degrade you, and heâs not, but this feels like itâs bordering on humiliation.Â
Here you are, getting fucked stupid, holding yourself up on one shaky hand while the other tugs desperately at his pants, trying to free his cock so you can have it sink down your throat-
âYouâre cute,â Wonwoo muses, finally giving in.
He pushes his pants down, his cock springing up against his abdomen.
Heâs long. Maybe not as long as Mingyu, and not as thick either, but that just means you might actually be able to take him fully into your mouth, unlike your boyfriendâs monster cock that you canât even fully suck halfway.
Even though Wonwoo isnât as big as Mingyu, heâs confident in himself, and that makes things all the more sexy.
He grabs the base of his length, holding the tip out for you.
Meeting his eyes, you open your mouth, sticking out your tongue.
Wonwoo taps himself along the wet muscle, then he teases the tip just past your lips- you go to wrap your mouth around him, only for him to pull back with a laugh. âEager, are you?â
You nod, âuh huh.â
He doesnât even tut at you for your lack of manners, after all, youâre still holding your mouth open for him, unwilling to close it if even for a few moments to say a âyes, sir.â
âI guess I can give it to you,â Wonwoo sighs. Although heâs trying to sound unbothered, you can tell from his leaky red tip that heâs just as turned on by this as you are. You can see through Wonwoo now, and you wonder how thatâs going to impact your opinion of him.
This man who likes to seem hard and domineering, who likes to appear nonchalant- you wonder what kind of thoughts are swimming in that pretty head of is.
Wonwoo slips his cock into your mouth, and you immediately begin to suck it, twirling your tongue along the tip. He pushes in another inch, testing your abilities. His eyes are fixed on yours, and you stare up at him, wanting to please.
Mingyu fucks you harder, prompting you forward onto Wonwooâs cock. You take more and more of him, doing your best to relax and focus on the pleasure Mingyu is giving you, rather than the uncomfortable feeling of a heavy dick on your tongue.
You enjoy giving oral, but youâve always found it easier to have some other stimulus to anchor yourself- Mingyuâs cock splitting you open is just the right amount of distraction. When Wonwoo hits the back of your throat, you hardly choke, too enraptured by Mingyu behind you to carefully about your gag reflex.
âFuck, thatâs good,â Wonwoo tells you, having watched for your limits and reactions.
He begins to thrust now, matching Mingyuâs motions. Itâs a push pull, and you kind of love being used like this, having two cock filling you up. Theyâre almost synchronized, and it turns you on that theyâve done this before, that theyâre familiar with each other.
You couldnât imagine a better pair to lose your threesome virginity to.
Wonwooâs hand grabs your hair, and you watch as he throws his head bad, letting out a groan.
Fuck, heâs so sexy- they both are. Mingyuâs grip on your hips is even tighter, and you know what that means.
âIâm close,â your boyfriend announces.
âWell I just started,â Wonwoo retorts. âHold it.â
Youâre shocked that Mingyu doesnât even fight back, his thrusts simply slow down a notch. Wonwoo, meanwhile, speeds up, and you do your best to hollow your cheeks around his cock, sucking on him like youâve never sucked on anyone before.
âYouâre good with your mouth, baby,â Wonwoo praises you.
âSheâs so good,â Mingyu agrees, reaching a hand around your body so he can rub your clit.
You jolt at the contact, pussy clenching desperately around Mingyuâs cock.
âFuck, Woo, weâre both close-â Mingyu groans, resting his forehead against your shoulder, his breath hot across your skin. Â
âI guess I can make this quick,â Wonwoo grunts, hips shuddering.
Mingyu draws fluid, lazy circles on your clit, speckling your shoulders with kisses while he ruts slowly into your core. You suck on Wonwoo diligently, like itâs your job- after all, it is your job to make him cum in order for you and Mingyu to get there too.
The pressure in your abdomen is getting tighter and tighter, youâre not sure how much longer you can hold off, especially with the sounds Mingyuâs making-
âYou two are so needy,â Wonwoo muses, letting out a small chuckle. âFuck.âÂ
âYou gotta let her cum,â Mingyu practically begs. âSheâs squeezing me like a fucking vice, dude- this is torture.â
Wonwooâs hips jolt at Mingyuâs words, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. You feel your muscles constrict around both of them, and they both groan in response.
âYouâre too good at this,â Wonwoo tells you. âWhen I cum, you both get to cum.â
Itâs not an outward admittance that heâs close, but you can tell he is. His stomach muscles are clenching with effort as he uses your face, and the small groans of pleasure leaving him are higher in number now.
He fucks your face even faster, and Mingyu takes this as a cue to begin fucking you properly again. âCan you rub your clit, Angel?â he asks. âI need to grab your hips.â
You moan a sound of affirmation around Wonwoo, holding yourself up on one wobbly hand while the other slips between your legs.
âThatâs it,â Mingyu groans, straightening behind you and taking hold of your hips with both hands. His pace matches Wonwooâs now, and you can feel your orgasm so close-
You can almost taste it.
In fact, you can taste Wonwooâs, a strangled gasp escaping him as he cums down your throat suddenly.
âOur turn, Angel,â Mingyu moans, pace quickening to a speed that would almost be painful if it wasnât so pleasurable. Your fingers are rough on your own clit, and you do your best to swallow every drop of Wonwooâs spend.
When he pulls out of your mouth, you breathe in a strangled gasp- only for moans of pleasure to escape you uncensored.
âFuck, thatâs it, Angel, almost there, almost there-â Mingyu groans. âFuck, cum for me, cum for us- fuck, cum on my cock-â
His words throw you over the edge. You lean forward, resting your cheek against Wonwooâs thigh while your orgasm overtakes you. Waves of pleasure surge through your body, making you shake- Mingyuâs hands hold your hips steady, keeping you where he wants you while he fucks you through your high, coating your insides with his thick cum.
Youâre both moaning messes, completely given over to the ecstasy that you find in each other.
Your hand falls from between your legs, and soon, Mingyuâs motions stop. He keeps himself buried inside of you, trying to catch his breath.
âIâll get some tissue,â Wonwoo says. He pulls away from you, and you collapse face first onto the bed, shuddering from the aftershocks of your high.
Mingyuâs hands begin to stoke your body, a silent assurance that you did well for them.
Wonwoo comes back with tissues, and Mingyu pulls out. You bring the kleenex to your dripping hole, careful not to get any cum onto Wonwooâs bed-
Which is when you remember you squirted all over the comforter already.
You lay on your back, giggling to yourself.
âWhatâs so funny?â Wonwoo asks. Fingers go to pinch your nipple and you flinch, rolling away from him.
âI got squirt all over your bed,â you tell him.
âNaughty girl,â he says, but thereâs an inkling of pride in his tone.
âItâs okay,â Mingyu says, reaching to pull you off the bed. âIâm going to go clean her up, you can throw your stuff in the laundry, and we can stay in my room tonight.â
Youâre not sure why the idea of sleeping next to Wonwoo feels more intimate than the fact that he just came down your throat, but ten minutes later, when youâre snuggling between the two men, you find yourself almost unsure of how to act.
Mingyuâs already passed out, soft snores filling the room, and itâs Wonwoo who notices your unease as you shift under the sheets.
âRelax,â he tells you, his hands drawing you to his chest. âYouâre safe with us.â
For some reason, his words actually calm you down, and after a few more deep breaths, you pass out on the chest of the man youâd ghosted over half a year ago.
Epilogue
Itâs been two months since you and Mingyu invited Wonwoo into your bed. Two months of great sex, but itâs even deeper than that.
Mingyu is outwardly your boyfriend, and he loves showing his claim over you every chance he gets, but Wonwoo is still on the fence about where he fits in your relationship.Â
Youâre at the bar where Wonwoo works, itâs a place youâve been becoming more of a regular at. Mingyu is out with Cheol, but heâll be meeting you shortly. Right now, all there is to do is wait and try not to flirt with Wonwoo too hard while he mixes drinks.Â
Wonwoo is chatting with another regular, an old guy who keeps looking over at you. Finally, the man asks, âHow do you two know each other?â
You and Wonwoo exchange a look. You wait for him to define the relationship, after all, out of everyone in your odd little throuple, Wonwooâs the one who likes to go slowest when it comes to relationship milestones.
After a moment of consideration, Wonwoo responds, âSheâs a friend. Dating my roommate.â
âAh, okay,â the man nods.
It hurts for Wonwoo to not claim you the way you wish he would, but at the same time, you understand his hesitancy.Â
When youâd first started fucking Wonwoo, youâd thought he was a doberman to Mingyuâs golden retriever, but now, you think heâs more of a black cat. If you move too fast or too sudden, youâre afraid of scaring him off, and thatâs the last thing youâd want to do.
With a sigh, you lift your drink to your lips. You suppose having one boyfriend who claims you with all of his heart makes up for having another who is still unsure about what to call you.
But it doesnât mean things hurt any less.Â
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âIâm just gonna head outside with Cheol for a quick vape break,â Mingyu tells you, giving you a kiss on the cheek before he exits the bar with his buddy.
You turn to Wonwoo, who is busy mixing some elaborate drink for a group of cougars a few seats down. Itâs a decent night here at his workplace, itâs summer now, so most evenings are good for him.
âIs this seat taken?â You turn to see the regular from a few months ago standing there, and youâre quick to offer him the chair, after all, you and Mingyu will be leaving soon anyways. âDonât I know you from somewhere?â the man asks.
You exchange a look with Wonwoo. âYeah, I uh⊠I met you a few months ago,â you try to explain, pointing at your bartender. âIâm this guyâs friend.â
âRight, dating his roommate, now I remember,â the man nods.
Wonwoo has stopped what heâs doing, and heâs staring at you.
Thereâs a hint of danger in his eyes, and youâre not quite sure why. Then he sets down his drink, coming around the bar, and grabbing your arm. âCome outside,â he instructs.Â
âWhat? Now?â you ask in shock, looking around at the bartop that's full of people who need drinks. âYouâre working!â
âI donât care. Come.â
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Ready or not | Park Sunghoon
-' Pairings: Park Sunghoon x Fem!Reader
-' Summary: He volunteered to be seeker. That should've been your first warning. The hungry look that had begun brimming in his eyes should've been the second.
-' Warnings: Language, Horror Elements, Established Relationship, Very Slight Fluff, Hide and Seek, Smut +18 mdni, Primal Kink, Fear Kink, Breeding Kink, Slight dd/lg, Praise Kink, Massive Degradation Kink, Spit, Cum play, Choking, Rough Sex, CNC, Hard Dom!Hoon, Desperate Sex, Public Sex, Sub!Reader, Subspace, Unprotected Sex
A/n: My contribution to spooky season
âI don't wanna play anymore,â You don't say it too loudly, lest you give yourself and your hiding spot away.
âI really, really don't wanna play anymore, Hoonie-â
A chuckle cracks through the dark night air.
"Hoonie," you hear his voice snicker from in between the shadows. "Cute." It's far. Not anywhere in your immediate vicinity. Where you are, it's just tall oak trees and stars.
A squirrel decides at that moment to scuttle over your sneakers and cause a very audible gasp to rip itself out of your throat. Through the crooked trees you hear a laugh. His laugh.
"Too easy," his voice reaches your ears.
Sunghoon isn't here. He hasn't found you yet. That brings you the first sliver of comfort that you cling to with everything in you. It allows you to trek further uphill. The little lights they've paved along the hiking trail serves as your only navigator through the woods. You want nothing more than to be there, in the light, but even you knew that would be an insanely stupid move. You would illuminate yourself to him. He'd find you immediately. You had far too much pride for that.
'I don't wanna play anymore-'
Perhaps you were hoping by repeating the phrase over and over again, that Sunghoon would magically get the desire to end this wretched game, but even as you travelled up the rocky hill, away from the bench where Sunghoon had been counting dutifully, you knew it was an impossible ask.
He was the seeker and he was counting excitedly, with a smile on his face.
The duty of the seeker, as far as you know, had always been the least desired. Being tasked with the responsibility of finding everyone else and being ostracised from the rest of the group- made to be a monster they all hid from? It sounded horrible to the brain of any rational human being.
Your bones rattle with discomfort when you realise that your boyfriend didn't particularly fit into that category.
As you try to venture deeper into the woods, away from your Seeker's approaching footfalls, you think back to a time in the evening before you weren't so cracked with fear. Everything had been perfect then.
It seemed like the perfect conditions to take a romantic walk along the hiking trail with your boyfriend. The hiking trail leads into a deep and dense patch of wooded land behind Sunghoon's apartment. Tall trees surrounding you both. The path leading uphill, on a winding, uneven road. At that time, the sun had just begun sinking behind the trees, but you could make out Sunghoon's features from the little lamps that lined the pathway.
You had been walking hand-in-hand, feeling quite secure, feeling starkly not-scared.
Suppose it was your fault.
Sunghoon had asked if you were sure you wanted to take a walk with him in the dark and you swung your clasped hands between the two of you, bringing it to your lips as you said, "You say that like you're something to fear-"
As you walked, he had watched you with a bashful kind of smile that was only exclusive to Sunghoon- fangs shining in the moonlight as he pulled his jacket over your shoulders. He liked having you wear his clothes, especially in public.
A dismaring, cute kind of smile that drew you in initially.
"Plus," you stood on your tippy toes as you whispered into his ear, "I don't really mind being scared."
"Is that so?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow as you continued to observe the nature surrounding you both with an innocent, oblivious quality. He liked that. He liked how you always managed to see the world through a pink stained lense. A world of puppies, rainbows, faeries, princesses- all that shit.
It caused something horrible to stir inside him. Something that wanted to take the innocence he saw bursting forth from your eyes and crush it. He wanted you to see him. To perhaps look at him with that fear you spoke so highly of. "You like the feeling of being scared?"
"Eung!" You nodded, still watching the tips of the trees reaching towards the stars.
"Wow-" he had said, "Spoken like a true crazy person-" you shoved into his side, a very deep frown setting over your glossed lips. Your braids were let loose, easy access for Sunghoon to pull on one as he continued his teasing.
"Don't call me that-"
"It's okay- I like having a weirdo girlfriend-" you loosened your fingers, sulking and ready to turn your back on a cackling Sunghoon and head back from whence you came but he kept your hands locked in his.
"You really enjoy it?" He asked, stopping at a bench on the side of the trail, "being scared, I mean⊠Do you actually like it?'
"Uh-" you had begun feeling thoroughly exposed under his gaze. He watched you like you were something to be inspected. His sharp eyes peeled you apart. Sunghoon, towering over you didn't really help the feeling so you beckoned him to sit down. He did, with a heavy plop, his black shirt and black sweatpants billowing from the warm wind. He opened his legs, allowing you to slot yourself between them. Even sitting down, Sunghoon didn't need to look up at you. He was so large and all-encompassing. It made you feel so small.
"I mean doesn't everyone!?" You evaded Sunghoon's gaze but he kept his train on you.
âNo,â he responds, suddenly very interested in this topic. You haven't been dating for long enough to disclose kinks yet. The farthest you've both done is establish safe words. Every facet of your relationship was gleaming under the veneers of unexplored territory.
He didn't think you liked being scared.
He didn't think he'd be happy to know this. He keeps his face stoic though, giving nothing away.
"That's why horror movies exist, right?"
A short breath came from Sunghoon's mouth as he finally broke eye contact, seating back against the bench, "That's why horror movies exist. I thought-" He turned his head to look at your hand before meeting your eyes again, his face as blank as a canvas.
"You thought what?" He asks, willing you to carry on talking. Sunghoon has tunnel vision. Whenever you spoke, the only thing he was physically and cognitively able to focus on is you.
"I thought horror movies were like-â you kick a dead leaf on the ground â-Like edgier comfort shows. Like, Gilmore Girls or something-" That sentence completely knocked him out.
"You just compared horror movies to Gilmore Girls-"
Sunghoon wiped his sweaty hands on his shorts "Interesting, well- we should play a game to test this theory,"
Your eyebrows crinkled. "What kinda game?"
"Relax-" Sunghoon said as he waved a hand before his face. "No one would get hurt, not unless you wanted to-" there were a great many things Sunghoon said that completely threw you for a loop. This was one such statement.
You were used to it by now. The backhanded airy, fairy comments Sunghoon made under his breath.
You wouldn't be surprised if he had whole other conversations with just himself. Like he was in constant conversation with a voice in his own head
The sun had completely set and a jogger passed by the two of you in that moment, the final jogger you would see tonight.
"Hide and seek. You hide." he continued as if unaware that he was giving you a very visceral sense of whiplash. "Don't stray too far and keep your eye on the trail so you don't get lost, okay?"
"What-"
"I wanna make it 30 seconds, but I'll be nice and make it 60-"
"Wait Sunghoon, I'm wearing a dress-"
"You'll manage." He pushes you away slightly.
"Hoon-"
A chuckle as he says, "Baby, you better start hiding. Don't you know how to play-"
"Sunghoon, I don't wanna play,"
"One."
You were backing away as you stared at him and he stared at you. Sunghoon leant forward, planting his elbows on his knees as his hands swung between his open legs. "Two."
â i don't wanna-"
"Three-"
A rock jabs into your calf as you stumble up the incline. Sunghoon nods. "That's it-" and before he closes his eyes, he shoots you one last charming smile. Only this time it's veneered with something much darker, something that has you turning and lunging uphill.
"Run," he said.
He volunteered to be a seeker. That should've been your one and only warning. The hungry look that had begun brimming in his eyes should've been the second warning.
Your thigh begins to ache as Sunghoon concludes his counting with an airy and bright, "Ready or not!" You can hear him snickering to himself, "You know the rest," before the sound of his heavy footfalls crunches over fallen leaves.
It was a warm and humid autumn night.
Your heart was thumping to the beat of your heavy footsteps beating down on the short grass. There was an eerie sense of solidity that sunk over the park during late nights like these, and the moon is your only spectator.
What ought to have been a harmless game of hide and seek quickly turned into a slightly disturbing rendition of the thing. As soon as you ran out into the woods, away from where Sunghoon was counting, a sense of dread had quickly began pooling in the bottom of your stomach especially when you looked around and realised you were quite literally standing in the middle of a hiking trail, at night with you boyfriend who is far too eager to play this game.
"I'm going to get you too soon," you can hear his voice, but you can't see anything beyond the crooked silhouette of tree branches. The woods seem to whisper through to your paranoia. Sunghoon sounds like he's everywhere, like he couldn't come from one single direction.
âH-Hoonie- wait-"
The wind picks up, blowing against your exposed knees. You shuffle against the closest treet, clinging towards it like it was the only pillar of safety you could confide in.
"You're making this too easy, baby-"
You crouch into a ball close to the floor, suddenly feeling wholly and completely alone with nothing but the darkness for company. The darkness and whatever hid inside it. A sinking feeling makes the pits of your stomach grow with vehement warmth as you nuzzles your nose Into Sunghoon's jacket
You had arrived.
Fear was clutching so terribly at your throat you felt you might suffocate.
You were a little kid again, terrified of the dark and everything that was inside it. Only now, you had a boyfriend and somehow, he was hiding in the dark too.
âShit-â you place a hand on your heart, feeling it racing to ungodly heights. This was not only fear but panic. And bubbling just beneath that, was a strange sort of excitement that twinkled in the darkness.
You were in the dark for far too long. What if you forget your way home?
The panic was pulling at your insides, making them twist and turn and react to every sound in the dark, wondering when he'll find you, thinking he probably already did.
The truth is Sunghoon watched your shadow trek uphill from the moment he finished counting. He stalked behind you with his hands in his jacket pocket, keeping a safe enough distance away to give you confidence. He made sounds of watching your silhouette jump intentionally.
You weren't very good at hide and seek. You peered over your shoulder far too often.
At some point you looked directly at him, your eyes meeting his in the darkness but its like recognition didn't register and your fear was all that drove you further uphill.
He was watching from a distance as you squirm now. You had crouched down onto the uneven forest floor, pulling his varsity jacket around you like a cloak that might make you invisible. You were shaking like a leaf. And Sunghoon realizes, with grave finality that he's really fucking hard.
As he stalks closer and closer towards you, his sneakers break the backs of the autumn leaves. He's not sure what he's going to do when he catches you, he just knows he needs you, really badly.
âShit, shit, shitâ The panic in your voice becomes starkly clear, the closer Sunghoon walks towards you and the little tree you've made your hiding place.
You can hear him approaching because he allows you to. You shake and cover your ears with your trembling hands and Sunghoon's face is stoic and emotionless as he lunges towards you.
Your eyes open just in time to swerve out of the way until you're sliding across the forest floor. You try to make a break for it- for what, you're not exactly sure- but he pokes his tongue through his cheek, slightly impressed before he grabs at you again, this time succeeding.
He pulls at your ankle, before securing your shoulders in between his palms. you're wrestling to free yourself from his oppressive hold. You kick and writhe but he wraps his arms around your waist, dragging your frame up off the forest floor.
You're an absolute mess. the side of your sundress is caught underneath his arm, exposing your left thigh to the cool autumn air.
âfound you, Dove-â his voice is hoarse as he presses his face to the back of your head. Without thinking, perhaps without using anything except his innate instincts, Sunghoon pushes your front against the tree- the tree that you had used to hide from him.
âI win-â he whispers, as his other arm snakes across your chest, squeezing and pawing at your breast while you continue to writhe wildly for him to let you go.
âGreen or red?â You shiver when his warm breath snakes against the back of your neck, your cheek colliding with tree bark. âAnswer me.â
Against your better judgement, you mutter, âGreen,â allaying his concern with the simple act of pushing your ass against his bulge. You realise you're not wanting to get away from him. You want him to think you want to get away from him.
âTake this off-â he spins you around as he furiously unbuttons his varisty jacket that had kept you safe and sound from the big bad cold. Your shoulders are exposed and immediately hounded by Sunghoon's lips as soon as he discards the jacket on the forest floor.
âF-Fuck, Hoonie-â you really like being scared. You liked it so much your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as he sucks bruises into the crook of your neck. You are hurtling into subspace like you've never quite experienced before.
Everything feels brighter. More vivid. Like you can feel the inner workings of mother earth, even under your sneaker clad feet.
You delve your fingers into his hair and you keep him there.
âF-Fuck-â you don't hardly swear but Sunghoon is sinking his teeth into your flesh while his other hand delves down between your open legs.
Instead of immediately making contact with your soaked core, Sunghoon breaks apart to watch you writhe and squirm underneath him. Your dress is completely hiked up now and he can see your hips canting up into the air. âYou're so desperate I bet you could cum just like this, huh?â
His words have you moaning into the night air as your hips buck senselessly, searching for any bit of friction. âYou were such a scared little baby just a second ago, weren't you?â His words cause the first round of tears to slip down your face. A gust of wind picks up then and you worry you really might just cum untouched, but then Sunghoon spares you and presses his thumb against your clit and you come almost immediately.
Stars cloud your vision as Sunghoon rubs at your clit, all while muttering harsh and unwarranted curse words.
Your hips are still bucking, even when the orgasm passes. You're so overstimulated, by Sunghoon, by the environment, by all the sounds you're being bombarded with from every angle.
âYou're such a little slut you know that?â He brings his hand up to your face, speaking slowly and making grave, grave eye contact as if he was telling you a very very serious facet about your personality.
âSuch a fucking slut-â
You're trembling as you look back in his eyes nodding firmly along and shuddering when he gives you that toothy grin.
âShow me,â Sunghoon says, âShow me you're my slut-â without even thinking about it for a second more, your hand finds his other hand, the one that had been rubbing at your clit through your soaked panties.
You hold eye contact as you bring his finger to your mouth, letting your tongue roll out before you place his middle and index finger directly onto it.
He swallows thickly.
Sunghoon forces his fingers slowly along your tongue, with the guidance of your small, trembling hands. He makes frantic work of unbuckling his pants with his other hand.
âYou're such a fucking slut for me, you know that?â You nod, and a pained expression falls on his face as his fingers press down on your tongue.
âFuck, I need to cum in you-â before you're able to think, Sunghoon pulls his hand out and brings you towards him with a string grip on the back of your neck he spits directly onto your tongue and forces your lips shut again.
âI'm gonna cum so hard inside you, baby-â
Your head hurts when he pushes you back against the tree a little too rough. Everything he does right now is a little too rough. It's like he forgets himself when he's on the verge of cumming in his pants.
He doesn't ease you into it.
Only forces the blunt tip of his cock through your opening, expecting you to take it like the good little slut you claimed to be.
âSung-hoon, its sore- wait-â
He clasps both your wrists in his hand, placing it abve your head as he attempts to fuck his cock into you, âShh, It'll get better soon-â he's slurring his words, pushing his hips against yours to force his cock even deeper in.
âSunghoon promises-â he cradles your head towards him, âHoonie promises- he needs to cum, yeah? Hoonie just needs you to be a good little cumslut for him- Fuck-"
âI think I'm gonna cum again-â you squeeze your eyes shut and grit your teeth and the sudden pressure invites another unexpected orgasm. He's fucking into you with reckless abandon now, letting go of your wrist, positive that you won't run away from him anymore.
âYoure fucking squeezing me-â his hips speed up in pace and his palm finds the base of your throat. He watches you with heavy lidded eyes and pink stained cheeks. âI'm about to cum so hard inside you-â
Your eyes roll to the back of your head and tears pool in your eyes because you're far too overstimulated. Your tongue lolls out and just then, Sunghoon's cock twitches inside you.
âFuck, you're so good, Princess-â he lowers his head into crook of your neck as his cum floods your insides âSuch a good cumslut for me- Fuck!â It's the loudest he's ever been during sex, the loudest you've ever been too. So loud that the silence that follows is absolutely deafening. Neither Of you can bring each other to derange your limbs, Feeling absolutely rattled from the animalistic sex that had just occurred. Neither of you thought you had it in you.
And yet here you were.
You don't speak because you're not a couple that uses too many words To communicate. All you do is rest your head against the tree bark, as Sunghoon languidly continues to stroke his softening cock inside you.
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đđĄđąđ§đ đŹ đđš đđźđŠđ© đąđ§ đđĄđ đđąđ đĄđ | s. gojĆ + k. nanami + h. higuruma
đđČđ§đšđ©đŹđąđŹ: Two demon hunters and a witch unite to take down a demon terrorizing the locals â sounds easy enough until the demon puts up a good fight and drags you three in for a night youâll never forgetâŠ!
đđšđ§đđđ§đđŹ: demon! Gojo + demon hunters! Nanami & Higuruma x afab/fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - fantasy! au - porn w/ plot - reader + Nanami (aged 27), Higuruma (36) + Gojo (???) - double penetration (anal & vaginal) - foursome (MFMM) - [anal] fingering! (f! receiving) - oral (f! + m! receiving) - handjobs - breast fondling + nipple play + sucking - face-sitting + cowgirl positions - clitoral play (swiping and pinching) - biting/nibbling - unprotected sex (psa: wrap the willy, you sillies!!) - pet names (baby, cutie, cupcake, darling, [my] love, sweetheart, sweetpea) - usage of aphrodisiacs - bit of humor bc i'm [not] funny - mention of blood, drool/spit and tears.
đđšđ«đ đđšđźđ§đ: 10.6k (i'm so sick...)
đđźđđĄđšđ«'đŹ đđšđđđŹ: first fic of kintober, lessgooooo!! always wanted to write smthn with higunana, so I'm glad i can check that off my list now :333 my first foursome fic, I'm bout to end it all.
ââOWW!! FuckâŠeasy with the magic, witch!â
âGood work, sorceress; a good hit.â
âHe went toward the abandoned mansion as planned; if weâre lucky, with that gash on his shoulder, he shouldnât be going anywhereâŠLetâs stay close.â
You nod to the words, the pendant of your necklace shines. âLead the way.â
Of course, it was a dark and rainy night befalling this day; the twilight light diminished hours within an hour, leaving the stars to scatter around as the waxing crescent dominated the black sky. The only light outside of these is the lantern harboring the flame as you tread under the forestâs trees with purpose, and heavy falling droplets coat your hood and mask the sounds of wet footsteps.
This isnât the place to walk around during this time of night; the town is fifteen minutes away, the nearest bustle of civilization for its townspeople or passersby. For a night like this, youâd want to be as far away from the rainâs reach: hanging with neighbors or community within the local pubs, calling on a carriage that would service you to your way home, or already cuddled up on your bed and letting the hit of the rainfall hypnotize you to an easy slumber. This is what is expected of the regular townsman, away from the hands of trouble or danger.
However, you are not a townsman â nor are you ordinary â which is why youâre walking up a path that leads to the opened fenced gates of a deserted home.Â
âBlood on the ground leads us here,â you were not alone, as one hooded person comments while leading you past the gates forced open. He holds a lantern, the flame closeted by the glass being a light source aside from the periodic lightning that graces the dome above. Tiny bits of his blonde hair can be seen thanks to the glow.Â
âJust as you expected, Kento.â Another hooded man speaks before you in your company while tailing behind the other man. âThereâs the old Gakuganji mansionâŠSorceress, can you cast a veil to make sure the demon has no way to leave?â
You walk between them. âPlease stand aside, hunters.â The men donât move a foot as you distance yourself, leaving you with the space necessary to do what you need to. Because what youâre about to do is something no average man could do but imagine.
Again, thatâs only possible because you are not an ordinary townsmanâŠbut, instead, a witch.
You raise a hand with your fore and middle finger to your lips. âEmerge from the darkness, blacker than darknessâŠâ The shadow under your feet goes still, breaking its typical mandate and moving to swirl into a circle. âPurify that which is impure, impure that tarnishes the pureâŠâ The dark circle increases, its massive size swallowing whatever is in its path. It sneaks under the feet of the two men behind you, their shadows unionizing with the giant shape and continuing to grow. Yet, the men remain silent as the darkness consumes the Earth. The grass, the mansion, the damaged fenced gates â the circle expands outward until it meets the trees of the woods. âMay the shadows guard the light, keep the unseen from being seenâŠâ Then, the shadowed shape spirals within its outline, picking itself while the foundations lay on the ground. Liquid matter encircles around as it rises, forming a dome-like profile until the dripping fragments atop piece together. âAnd may this viel cleanse its inhabitants and sceneâŠBounded Barrier: Curtain!â
The constructed umbra shields you three from the outside world, sheltering those below from the pattering hits and sounds of the thunderstorm. Knowing this, you discard your hood to the ground and let the cool air greet the skin of your cheeks; the two men behind you mimic and follow as you walk up to the old front doors of the mansion, which also, from inspection, is damaged. A massive hole is gashed onto the aged wooden frame, and lights arenât on to greet you in the foyer.Â
The blonde man takes a few steps ahead of you. âHis blood leads to the upstairs.â Now that his hood is off, the light from the lantern highlights more of his hair. âHiguruma-san, my blade.â
âRight here, Kento.â The other person, Hiromi Higuruma, is a brunet man with his hair pushed up, and the older hunterâs clothes is kept dry from the rainfall. Adorning an aloof expression, he pulls something out of his case and hands it to the blonde. âBe sure to stand on guard, you two. The curtain may keep things out and things in, but one wrong move and weâre in trouble.â
âRoger,â the fair-haired Kento Nanami is a younger huntsman despite his appearance. He takes the blunt sword sheathed with a black spotted cloth with one hand while the other scavengers through a pocket. âSorceress, can you ensure the demon cannot leave this mansion?â
A curt nod is all you give before venturing a hand to the miniature bag that sits behind your back. You pull out multiple pieces of paper, talismans that you throw up in the air as you mutter words under your breath. They ignore the force of gravity and stay airborne, aligning themselves into a circle as they glow into a bluish-white halo. As you recite, your hands come up from the bell sleeves of your dress as if to hold the gleaming circle. But then, you snap your fingers, and the luminous papers immediately break from the circle and head in different directions. Some go outside the huge home while others scram around the inside, a trail following each as they travel up the stairs or down the vast halls.Â
âThe talismans will go around to every window, door, or opening in this mansion,â you turn to utter a quick spell, and the broken door reconstructs itself back to its original standing with a big spell mark painted on its surface. It flares when you snap your fingers again. âAny contact he makes with them will subdue his powers temporarily. But Iâm sure he knows that as wellâŠâ
âMy thoughts exactly,â Higuruma agrees with you after pulling items from his case to pass to Nanami. He then claps his hands and enumerates a prayer under his lips, and something emerges from the shadows. A black body camouflaged with the dark shade with three stubby points and a face, eyes sewn shut and gritting its teeth. A shikigami, and it swims to where you three stand, curling to where the oldest is. âBetter take care of him now while we have the upper hand. Letâs move.â
You and Nanami nod and let Higuruma steer the company to where the blood takes them, walking up the stairs and avoiding the darkness to take hold of their figures because of the lantern.Â
Walking in the woods and expediting in old, abandoned homes isnât something youâd do regularly. But, for a case like this, itâs a routine youâre not unfamiliar with. It comes with being a leper of the woods, an outcast to those who donât comprehend your routine. Endowed with advanced knowledge of magic and texts, you are the sole witch residing in these forests, practically knowing every way, sound, root, and print like the back of your palm and all the while staying enclosed to yourself, isolating away from the judgemental looks and discrimating words of the common folk.Â
Now, if youâre so looked down upon, what calls you here in what seems to be a chase for a demon? Well, for the past three months, the nearby municipality has been sprouting accounts of âsupernaturalâ encounters. What started as something that only a handful of people would recollect turned into havoc brought upon the townspeople daily. The elderly are spooked to the point of shivers, children crying at the most bizarre sights of floating objects and beings, and even narratives that speak about being attacked â all of this from the same demon terrorizing this once peaceful community.Â
A demon is causing trouble; what does that have to deal with you? As far as you can tell, none of the people in that town even look your way or treat you with barely decent manners without you harboring a disguise â why should I care for them? That is the question you raised to the two hunters who traveled into the forest to find your hut and bring the issue to you. The same hunters you are silently searching through this mansionâs dusty halls and rooms.
Demon sightings and encounters typically go straight for the church, with experienced deacons and reverends coming together to ordain a jurisdiction on dealing with the wicked spirit based on their ancient teachings. Nonetheless, the church has admitted defeat in exorcising this particular demon. This robust, evil creature is gifted with abilities that have caused near-death for the most adept church members. Every failed attempt only fuels more despair for them and the citizensâŠwhich is the demon hunter guild sent two of their fairly newest yet most skilled to come to your abode and convince you to lend them your expertise.
At first, you watched as the two men tried to sway your resilience into giving them aid, yet your stubbornness was a solid obstacle for them to navigate. To you, helping a community that holds ill will towards you just because of your lifestyle to the point of outcasting yourself makes your stomach turn into the worst of knots â something both Higuruma and Nanami found validation in your sternness. But they inquired, you are a practitioner far from their customs, meaning your ridiculed ways have a different advantage and approach. To them, the combined powers of the hunting party and sorcery are necessary to bring down the same evil. Not to mention, you knew of this demon and his powers, so your intellect is profoundly essential â if not by the townspeople, then by the two comely huntsmen begging for your cooperation.Â
So, with a heavy sigh and a ââŠFine,â you agree to work with the men on their mission on the condition that they capture the ghoul alive. And with two handshakes and a day to devise a plan, youâre now in this rusty place combing for the injured specimen thatâs caused all this disturbanceâŠ
The inspection is done quietly so the three pairs of ears can catch any cue of noise or voice. No sentences are exchanged, and the three of you are on the same page and motioning around the halls not to have your position compromised for your enemy. Until a clash is heard in a room down the hall, you and the hunters swiftly appear at the door.
Before anything is done, you gently place your fingers on the wooden surface, and your eyes glare with the contact. The material before you turns transparent, the roomâs contents visible to your naked eye. According to the layout, this is the second-floor living area with a fireplace, a couch set, and bookshelves on the far right side. And something - no, someone - writhing on the ground, clutching its left shoulder - or whatâs left of it as thereâs a massive chunk eviscerated off from the collar to the bicep â and bolts of lightning course around the seething figure until faded.
He tried to escape from the window; you note that the exact strings of bolts come from a giant closed windowsill, a talisman plastered outside on the glass. Your eyes return to normal, âIâm going in.â You move without an answer from the huntsmen, your hands grabbing the handles and pushing them to let you in. With your entrance to the cold room, the person is alerted and groans in agony as they change positions for battle despite the pain conveyed in their huffs. You snap your fingers and throw light to the fireplace, and youâre finally met with the being youâve been tailing after.Â
White hair is the first thing that captures your eyes, followed by the bare chest exposed by the lack of a shirtâblack hakama with intricate blue and white designs that skitter the bottom openings. Sky-blue tattoos decorate the milky skin from his wrist to his shoulders, pectorals, and streak back to his nape. Finally, the blue horns and tail confirm his non-humanness, and the six signature eyes that his face holds. Six cerulean orbs lock into your frame; the ânormalâ set has two eyes sitting beneath them, all shining cautiously.
âGojo Satoru,â you speak first. âGood to see you again.â
He scoffs with a pained grimace. âWish I could say the same to you, witch. But I didnât know getting my shoulder murked was part of the greeting.â His right hand was coated with blood from the open wound, crimson spilling down his arm onto the carpeted ground.Â
âMy apologies,â you say flatly with a step forward. Yet you halt at Gojoâs bloody hand, which forms a sign and points to you. âBut you were given multiple chances to stop and still ran.â
âYeah, well, what do you expect me to do when youâre being chased by a dark sorceress and two pushy demon hunters,â he spits blood to the side before averting his gaze to the door. âWhom I can sense hiding with a weapon and shikigami, by the wayânot cool, Nanamin!â
âNot my name.â Nanami bluntly retorts before you continue.Â
âYou know why we were chasing you down, Gojo. Youâve been frightening the townspeople for the past three moons, an issue thatâs been troublesome enough for the church to seek my help.â
Six eyes roll with the click of the teeth. âMch, traitor, outed by a fellow outcaster.â
âKnow it wasnât my initial choice. Besides,â you move the slit of your dress to open the bag of your thigh. Your forefinger and thumb pull out a green liquid tablet. âYou should be thankful that Iâm the one capturing you and not killing you here and now.â
You throw the tablet in the demonâs direction, who catches it with his tongue and gulps it down. Instantly, a grumble of stress and pain befalls Gojo, his hand returning to the wound youâre responsible for. This time, tissue muscle regenerates and stitches itself back into its earliest mode, rebuilding his shoulder until the skin morphs back and restores the tattoo that once sat there. âHaaahhhâŠhow thoughtful of you.â
âStand down now, Satoru,â you cross your arms and crouch. âLeave this place and return to the demon realm where youâve agreed to stay.âÂ
âNo can do, witch. I ainât going anywhere until I get whatâs mine.â Now that his injury is sealed, he stands up to dust off his pants and stretches. âAnd seeing that youâve finally crawled out of whatever hole youâve been hiding for three months, looks like youâre ready to return it.â
A neutral expression remains. âIâm not giving it back.â
âThen Iâm not going back â not like I have any interest to anyway; itâs sooooo boring there.â
âThe last time I had to come after you and your antics was with Yaga half a year ago,â you caught the slight narrow of his eyes at the mention of the retired demon hunter. âAnd the only reason you still walk among the living is because you agreed to his conditions that you return to the demon realm and give me half of your Limitless and Infinity.â
âAgreed or getting hit by the old man until I said I would?â He jokes, but he points to his head where the former hunter had beaten the young ghoul with the sheath of his sword. âBut I donât sense him with you. Guess the geezer finally retired, and not many huntsmen are up to his level now,â Gojo spaces his feet to steady his stance, putting his fists up with a smirk. âMeaning it wonât be too hard getting the rest of my power back.â
You lift a brow. âYou underestimate me.â
âCanât help it,â all his eyes laminate to a brighter hue. âYou might be a sorcerer, but youâre still human, flesh and bones that can break easily with or without my Limitless.â
âYou think you can break me.â
Metallic nails sharpen with a flex, âWithout a doubt.â
Silence shays between you two briefly before you stand right back up. âThen youâre just as foolish as any other human.â
At the final word, the huntsmen dash into the room and begin to charge Gojoâs way, running past your figure as you recite spells. However, the demonâs eyes shine expectantly, slashing his hand filled with energy to dart red crescent-like blades to the men. They dodge and go in opposite directions. Nanami uses his blade and aims for Gojoâs forearmâno damage, used as a shield with his Limitless.
âNanami~n, howâve ya been?â The monster asks with a chipper, nonchalantly pushing his arm to push the fair-haired man back. âItâs been a while; I havenât seen you since you came to get me and Suguru from an old pub!â
âYes, I remember,â Nanami voices with slight reluctance, sneaking a dagger into the abdomen only for his wrist to be caught by the demonâs tail. âI also remember my superiors warning you and Geto-san to quit causing trouble.â
âNow, whereâs the fun in that? Staying in the demon realm is dull and boring. But here,â Gojo puts Nanami on his back with a swift swipe of his leg, kicking him to the chest for a strained groan. âHere is not much of a buzzkill; humans flock to this planet like sheep, little playthings that never cease to entertain me.â He places his foot on the otherâs chest, biting his lips after a lick. ââŠAnd sure tasty as hell.â
In a flash, the three-limbed shikigami lurks to headbutt Gojo off of Nanami, propelling him into the direction of Higuruma, who stands ready with a sword in position for a slash. Gojo notices him in his peripheral and maneuvers to land on the wall beside the older hunter at the last second. âHm? Hey, youâre new.â The ghoul gives the dark-haired man a punch to the cheek. âHow long have you been in the guild, big-nose?âÂ
âFive months,â Higuruma admits airly as Gojo swerves from the lunges of the steel sword. âBut Iâve heard quite a lot about you.â
âEhhhh, who woulda thought I was that famous!âŠHuh?â Something emerges beneath Gojoâs shadow, pulling the demon in and swallowing his body halfway into the wall. âAnd a shikigami user at that? Heheh, demon hunters might be becoming interesting this time aroundâŠâÂ
Higuruma backs up once Gojo is consumed wholly by his umbra and disappears into the wall. He turns to you, âIs that it? How are we supposedââ
You cut him off. âGet back!â
The spot where the shadow that was once plastered on the wall appears again; this time, the dark shape changes from its black shade into a radiating sky-blue hue. Then, Higuruma backs away, cracks from the glowing tone flourish around the wall, and the old paint withers with ash. âStay ready,â you warn with your hands coated with energy for whatever comes your way.
A fist emerges from the wall, two hands pulling the spot apart to create a more prominent crater. The fire in the fireplace is sucked inside the glowing hole, and blue horns and silver hair poke out with the torso. âHaaah, being sucked inside your own shadow is suffocating, ya know.â Six mischievous locks on the older hunter responsible for such a sneak attack. âMaybe I should give you a taste of your own medicine, newbie.â
Nanami doesnât give him a chance, throwing a dagger to penetrate Gojoâs Limitless and pierce his forehead. A cry of pain is expectant yet not given, the creature pulling and discarding the weapon to let the wound heal. With a chuckle, he licks the blood drizzling to his lips. âThat wasnât nice, Nanamin. Be patient and wait for yourâŠturn!â Gojo darts out of the wall with inhumane speed, the sand-haired man barely ricocheting the nails, eager to carve into his skin. Rapid kicks guarded and calculating every move, Nanami does what he can to keep up. Until a punch to his face knocks his goggles off, and a kick to his gut has him projected to another side of the room.Â
You clap your hands together, the power within your fingertips emits spider-like strings intertwined, and Gojo stops moving. The right hand comes up and slowly goes down, and Gojo suddenly goes to his knees with his hands up above as if holding â or preventing â something from pushing him onto the floor. âSo much for âbreakingâ me, huh.â
ââKhhh, fuckâŠâ He grouches, trying to writhe from whatever spell youâve enacted, yet appears more difficult than he figured. âGive me myâŠpowers back, witch!â
âSurrender, now, Gojo Saotru.â Higuruma appears from behind, hailing his sword down to stab the vulnerable target now that heâs under your control.
âF-FatâŠfucking chance!â
âŠNot entirely, though, forgetting one thing that acts with a mind of its own: Gojoâs tail. The thing extends to wrap around Higurumaâs wrists, squeezing painfully hard to throttle him and the weapon to the floor. Then, pupils dim from the glow of Gojoâs Six Eyes, directing onto your frame and blinding you instantly. Fuck! Whether you open or close your eyes, all you can see is the blinding strains of blue eyes that block your vision, your hands coming to your face and undoing the spell.Â
âSorceress!â Higuruma calls out to you, standing up to initiate combat with the demon. Yet, Gojo already appears from behind and hits his nape hard, and the huntsman has no choice but to submit to unconsciousness. But thatâs not all; he then grabs the knocked-out man and throws him in your direction. An action you couldnât foresee and unfortunately got caught up in, unable to enumerate the force of the throw that has both bodies break several walls that lead to an empty room.
Nothing but pain stimulates your senses, aside from the disorienting eyes obstructing your vision slowly fading. You blink frequently, your body aching so much every time you move as you turn to your left where Higurumaâs immobile body lays.
âHiromi, wake upâŠHiromi!â Itâs no use; his name isnât enough to wake him, nor the slaps you pepper on his cheek. âGhh, of all times to napâŠWake uââ
You hear a sound from the front, your head turning instantly to find a body before you: teleportation! Two fingers press to your forehead, and you, too, become immobile before succumbing to an abrupt rush of sleep. And the last thing you saw was an annoying, insolent grin on the face of a man with horns.
Oh, shitâŠ
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You awoke to the sound of groaning, eyelids straining to rise. Moving a single muscle in your arm hurts like a bitch, pain permeating throughout tissues and nerves connected. The ringing in your ears begins to disappear, yet nevertheless irksome.
A few blinks ease the bleary eyes, registering that you are not in a familiar setting. The ceiling is easy to make out, and some warm lighting picked up, too. Must be candles. Old paintings, a dresser, and a nightstand â without a doubt, you werenât in the living area anymore. You are now stuck in what appears to be a bedroom.Â
âGhhâŠ! Ahh, shitâŠâ
That noise again. Turning to your side sluggishly, you see Higurumaâs figure lying parallel to you. âHiromi,â you whisper to him, his name heard as the man grouses again. You place a hand on his shoulder; his clothing is sullied after being thrown around like you. âHunter, are you all right?â
âNnmm, yeah, Iâm okay.â He answers, head still processing what has transpired. âFuck, that was a throw. My head hurtsâŠâ
âYeah, I know, you were knocked cold.â Your head turns to the sides; to your left are the windows that lead to the outside, and a couch sits to your right. âThis must be one of the bedrooms of this mansion.â
Higuruma finally opens his eyes. âWeâve been separated from Kento.â
âYes, and I canât seem to sense his energy anywhere. Same with yoursâŠâ Lips flatten. âDamn it, Satoru mustâve subdued me somehow.â
âHah, man. This is not how this wasââ
ââMmph! S-Stop, GojoâŠ!â
âWh~y? You seem to be enjoying it.â
Two pairs of eyes shot wide at the familiar voices, catching the attention of you and the demon hunterâs eardrums. You two donât move a single centimeter, allowing the room to respond to your suspicions, and more sounds and noises enter the frayâmoreâŠquestionable sounds, at that.
You and Higuruma look to the couch, the source of where the voices were coming from, or rather behind it. Slow movements are taken to precaution, the two of you making your way to the furniture to creep and rest your knees away from the hard floor. Slowly lifting your heads, you two investigate whatâs concealed by the couchâs camel back.
And what you see is beyond what you had envisaged.Â
Thereâs a bed that stands, and old canopy curtains draped along the wooden frame give it a luxurious appearance. Candles and lanterns are turned on by either bedside, basking a warm glow that goes with the tranquil safety of a bedroom. However, you werenât alone; two occupants also keep the room company, and theyâve chosen the bed as the safest leisure spot.
What comes to mind when you think of a bed? Sleeping, of course. Possibly a place of rest whenever you come home from a long dayâs work. And perhaps, maybe other explicit activities your mind can think ofâŠBut something as explicit as seeing a demon giving a demon huntman a blowjob? Hardly foreseeable.Â
Thereâs no mistaking it: the white-haired spiritâs head bobbing up and down was an easy catch, his tail waving from side to side as you picked up muffled moans that were somehow mute to you moments ago. Slurping noises are heard from a distance yet are too erotic of a sound for your ears to expect in this scenario, nonetheless. Nanamiâs thighs spread for the ghoul, jerking and fighting to bounce with bitten lips, rosy cheeks, and golden-knitted eyebrows, an expression you never thought youâd seen from such a stoic man as the young man.
Nanami throws his head back, hitting the backboard of the bed. âHnnmmmshitâŠGojo, knock itâahhaa!!-offffâŠ!â His hands restrained to his back, probably from magic.
Gojo lifts his head and spits on the head of the human maleâs cock. âYou say that, but look how hard youâre getting,â he strokes the hunter with vigor, the human under his grasp arching his back to the touch. âDamn, who wouldâve thought you had something this big; guess thatâs expected of a demon hunter, huh.â His tongue laps around the pink glans, climbing to the urethra to tease; Nanamiâs legs quiver more. âAnd look at all this precumâŠWhatâs got you all pent up?â
ââTchhh, fuck, you!â Chocolate eyes hone onto the monsterâs figure. âYou are what, always giving me more shit to doâŠMmmm, canât stay still in one placeâŠâ
âNope! You, of all people, should know thatâ he kisses the underside up before claiming the tip for a harsh suck, resulting in a yelp darting out of the blondeâs mouth â you covered your lips. âBesides, isnât it my job to keep you on your toes, hmm? Iâd be making your days pretty boring without me around.â
Nanami observes Gojo retreat his mouth off him, substituting with his hand to stroke the erection to maintain the warmth and friction. The evil spirit draws his face near the hunterâs, all six orbs of his flushed expression, and he scoffs humorlessly. âYou call it âboring,â but Iâd say any day where I donât have to deal with the carefree and annoying Gojo Satoru.â
Gojoâs prominent eyes narrow with an impish glint, and his milky nose brushes with the pink of Nanamiâs. âDonât act like you donât enjoy my company. Especially with this mood, Na-Na-Min.â
You could not believe what played out before you: Gojo Satoru, one of [if not] the strongest demons to roam, kissing with the phlegmatic, young yet swift hunter, Nanami Kento!?!? Has the stars gone in disarray all of a sudden? Was there some dark omen befalling this hour?? You had no idea, your thoughts going a million miles to reach an adequate conscience. Yet how could you when youâre seeing the two opposites melt into the kiss, transitioning from a sweet peck into a more sinister and indecorous one!? Tongues exchanged within each otherâs mouths, moans becoming louder with the increasing pace of Gojoâs hand on the excited hard-on. Such an unintended turn of events, especially for Higuruma â big wide eyes witnessing his subordinate be used.
The older huntsman brings you down to hide; however, the couch is no shield from the auditory commotion. W-What in theâwhat is the meaning of this? The two were in combat not long ago; how do we switch from a battle to an intimate moment like this? How long was I asleep for? Could Satoru have used something to cause Nanami to act like this? No, he doesnât use spells like that; thatâs more my domainâŠUnless, could he haâ
Your train of thought is put to a stop when something heavy lands on your right shoulder. Higuruma surprises you unexpectedly, placing his forehead on your shoulder. âHunter?â You whisper with concern, shaking him by his arm. âHunter Hiromi, whatâs the matter? Are you feââ
Words stop when you hear a deep inhale, and a shaky exhale exits from Higurumaâs lips. And then another, he turns his face to face where your neck is.
âŠâŠDidâŠDid he just sniff me?Â
Thatâs not the weird part, though; the older hunter creeps into an area exposed from your dressâ cold shoulder. Another airy breath steams your skin before youâre met with something cold and hot. He kisses your collarbone slowly; the sensation makes you jump and stiff.Â
D-Did he just kiss me?!
âHiromi?â You probe again, shaking him more. âWhatâs gotten intoââ
âSorceress,â his voice low to not grab the attention of the other men busy with themselves, yet loud enough for you to notice a behavior change. âMy head, itâsâŠpounding like crazyâŠâ
âYour head? Why, whatâsââ His head goes deeper into the crook of your neck, and your heart nearly leaps out your throat from his lips, kissing you again with a light puff. The contact has you suppress a gasp; your nerves under his mouth are hypersensitive for whatever reason! Okay, what the fuck? âWh-whatâs wrong? Why is your head aching all of a sudden?â
âYouâŠsmell so good.â
Wow, thatâs not an answer you prepared for, both in mind and body.Â
Speaking of body, Higurumaâs hands creep on your frame, his left glides to your shoulder to hold â the calloused pads of his fingertips send shivers up your spine â and his right comes to wrap your waist, pulling you closer to him. And he begins to pepper your reactive skin with more kisses, sucking the flesh with a pucker after a lick. The soft smacks of his lips get wetter, and heat from your cheeks is more complicated to avoid.
âHunter HiromiâŠ! Snap out of iâOhhmm!!â Your lips clench to halt the yelp, almost jumping out of your esophagus. Fuck, why am I so fucking sensitive!? Hushed complaints fell on deaf ears, Higuruma still latching his lips onto your warm skin to suck.Â
It was then you looked at your bag positioned at the exact spot you were unconscious with the huntsman, tiny valves you stored sprawled out of their organized system. Then, you notice one shattered, pink liquid exuding to the floor burns into gas that fades with the atmosphere. Youâre familiar with the potion you see, and your confusion switches to utter dread.
Before leaving on this mission with the huntsmen, you specifically remember telling your witch-in-training, Miwa, to stock up on your mini potions within your bag for defense. Knowing how ditzy that young, blue-haired witchling can be, she probably thought you meant every glass you had â no wonder the shit was a little heavier than usual!Â
Finally, it all begins to click: the flush of Nanamiâs cheeks, Gojoâs unexpected sexuality, Higurumaâs demeanor switch, and your nerves acute at every touch â you got to be fucking kidding me! That broken vial was an aphrodisiac harboring a musk so strong it could bring down a humongous orc within minutes, a spell you had crafted for a customer only for your witchling to misplace it. Now, youâre here reaping the consequences in the worst situation possible! How did it break in the first place?! It could be from when you were thrown through multiple walls and went tumbling to the ground, the effects taking fruition when Gojo knocked you out earlier.Â
And to make matters worse, youâre not the only one undergoing this; three men now act like absolute horndogs because of this mistake, taking this mission to a complete 180° turn. Just when you thought this task was difficult enough, a curveball such as this throws you off. Unbelievable!
âFor crying out loud,â you curse under your breath. âHiromi, try to fight it! This isnâtââ he kisses up your neck to your chin, and your attempts to push him off are weaker the closer he inches. Muscles tense when the hand to your waist glides to the crevice of your bottom â and a twitch between your legs. âStop! Now is not the tiâMmnn!â He cusps the flesh of your asscheek, bringing the other hand down to grope your ass. Holy Christ, âN-N, wait! Donât touch it likeâŠHaahhh.â Fuck these damn aphrodisiac effects!Â
âFuck, you smell so fucking good, sorceress,â Higuruma inhales your scent brazenly. âThat perfume is driving me nuts.â His fingers are hungrier as they fondle your butt, forcing you to rock your hips with his rhythm. The huntsman comes to your ear; his hot breath brushing the lobe causes your skin to crawl. And then he gives it a lick, and you jump.Â
âFâFor Christâs sake!â Your heartbeat hammers your chest. âDonât do that, Iâm sensitiveâŠ!â He doesnât listen, lathering your ear with more licks and kisses. It sounds so erotic; his groans up close to your propinquity that you donât know what to think right now. The heat between your thighs gets intolerable, imbuing your lower region more and more. âDonât lick iiitâŠAhaahâŠâ
The both of you mesh together in each otherâs warmth, Higurumaâs touches growing bolder to prompt you to bite down and stop your moans from getting louder. Your hands are still on his chest, yet exhibit not that much of a push, allowing the man to do as he wishes to make your brain turn into mush. Before you know it, his hands find the slits of your dress and meet bare skin, and you gasp at his calloused fingers ravaging your pantie-covered butt. Fingernails dig as he roughly kneads your rear muscles, silent screams pulled out of your body.Â
âUghh, I canât,â he speaks softly. âI canât stop. Iâm sorry â Iâm so sorry, butâ before you know it, his weight adds onto you and forces you to lie on your back. Great, now youâre really stuck under him. âI just canâtâŠyou smell way too good. And you taste so good, too,â he peppers your cheek with a smooch just centimeters away from the corner of your lips. âGod, you taste too good; itâs like Iâm addicted.â
âHahhâH-Hunter, not hereâŠWe shouldnâtââ
âNo, stop,â Higuruma finally lifts his face; your field of vision met with glassy, hooded eyes and furrowed brows. Strands of his onyx hair fell out of its pushed-back form and stuck to the beads of sweat on his forehead, and a flush of red cascaded from one ear to the other. Heâs heaving so desperately â as composure stands out, he looks awful! âKeep calling meâŠby my name.â
Your breath hitches as his face draws closer. âHiâHiromi,â and closer. âHiroâOhh!ââŠmiii.â His knee meets the area between your legs, pushing onto where your underwear guards your chasm. And the thought that a potential wet spot might be protruding is embarrassing to think about.Â
âGood girl,â he praises, lips hovering tantalizingly over yours. âGood girlâŠâ
Finally, after many teases all over your body, Higuruma places his lips over yours to claim. The kiss ignites a fire, instantly combusting within your nervous system and leaving you hot. The heat inside your panties worsens and has you writhing under him, hands grabbing onto the back of his black undershirt as he pushes his face into you more.
He drinks your squeaks, and his tongue slithers on your bottom lip, nibbling on it to evoke more helpless whimpers. âSo sweet,â he mummers. âYou taste so sweet, babyâŠâ
Baby!? You had to be dreaming, your heart beating way too fast under these conditions, and your cunt spasming involuntarily. I canât give in to this potion, I canâtâŠ!Â
You chant these words internally, yet you canât stop the quirks of your inner walls as Higuruma pushes his tongue to your teeth. It wasnât suspected, your mouth opening up in surprise, not knowing that was exactly what the older huntsman wanted for him to intrude into your oral cavity with his wet muscle. You gasp aloud, the sensation of his moist tongue swirling around your mouth and dancing with yours tightens the grip on his shirt.
At this point, everything is happening all at once. You donât realize your resilience slipped as you whine underneath the manâs bow, heads turning to stay locked with each otherâs lips as the pecks grow prurient by the second. Your hips sway to and fro on their own, alongside Higurumaâs, as his hips rock to your tempo. Your legs came around his waist to keep him close, too enamored by him sucking your tongue to even notice.
Then, all of a sudden, something sneaks inside your dress and ventures south and pushes the damp spot of your underwear into your leaking cunt. Electric shocks shoot to your head, and it takes everything in your power not to scream. ââThhh!! F-FffaahhhâŠ!! Hi-Hiromi, what are youââ
âHoly shit, I didnât know how wet you were down here,â A finger presses down into the area, and more liquids flood out of your opening and expand the dampness. âDamn. Itâs so hot.â
âNoo, stop it, donât touchââ the forefinger swipes up and down and gets swallowed by your clothed outer labia. Your legs quiver, âIâm too sensitized right now! If you keep touching me, youâre gonnaâAahhh!â He brushes your clitoris; oh, this is very bad. âIâm gonna breakâŠ!â
âOh? But I can feel you aching under my fingertips,â he adds his middle finger to circle your slit, the movements tortuous to endure. âDoesnât it hurt if I leave you just hot and twitchy like this? Donât you want me to ease it?â You canât reply, too distracted from his digits, pushing your underwear aside for them to feel the raw flesh of your bareness. âI think you do; donât you feel how crazy youâre wanting my fingers inside you right now?â
âStop saying that! Itâs embarrassingâŠ! MmoohhâŠâ Higuruma skims around the split of your vagina, and your breathing gets heavier. ââNnnmm, fuck, itâs so hoootâŠâ
He kisses your cheek and the corner of your lips. âItâs okay, baby, I got youâŠâ He speaks so low you could melt. âJust relax for me, okay?â
You only reply to him with another passionate kiss, being way more receptive than the last by shoving your tongue into his. The hunter takes this to advantage and patiently pushes his middle finger into your slit. You whine at the insertion, mouth agape as the entire digit nestles inside your warmth. Higuruma instantly greets you with scrapes against your inner texture, the blunt of his fingertip itching your walls to the point of your toes curling.
The haze increases, coherent thoughts turn into fog, and your senses are overwhelmed by the lower commotion. You suck on Higurumaâs tongue with a hum, descending to the wiggle of his finger migrating your insides. Jesus Christ, it felt so good. Was it real, or was it because of the effects of the aphrodisiac, making every fiber of your body hypersensitive? Regardless, you canât deny how enrapturing it is to have him ease your itch.
Once he adds his ring finger into your wet cavern, you grab hold of his shoulders as both digits push into you until theyâre knuckles deep. âOohhh, ohhhmyGâHiromi, Hiro!â His name is the only thing that feels easy to blubber out. âI canât, it feels so goodâŠOhhh, right there, pleaseâŠâ
âYeah, you like it when I do this?â He curls both fingers to graze your upper wall, and you jolt upward. âOrâŠthis?â He stretches them apart in a scissor motion, and you nearly choke on your spit.
âSh-Shtop it,â you croak. âIâll cum, Iâll fucking cummm!!â The chuckle you hear from above is smooth like honey, unable to fight the twitch of your walls.Â
âGo on, cum on my fingers, sorceress,â he coaxes. âAnd then Iâll go right between your legs, strip that underwear off, and lick you down for making such a mess on me until youâre sore and want nothing but my dick.âHo. Ly. Shit. âYou hear me?â You nod hurriedly, earning another short laugh. âThen cum, sweetie.â Higuruma increases the flick of his fingers, shoving them inside you as deep and fast as he can to where you donât know how to contain your choked sobs. He gives you his lips again to quiet and calm you down while he effortlessly caresses your velvety channel.
Nonstop motions prompt you to buck your hips and arch your back until you feel as though youâre falling from a peak. Inner muscles spasm erratically around the hunterâs digits, legs tensing up with tremors, and your wails taken by Higuruma, who moans lovingly along with you. Your frame jerks to him with every wave of your climax, and shocks clatter up to make you dizzy and foggy.Â
âMm, there you go, darling,â Higuruma coos before placing a chaste peck on your forehead, removing his fingers from you to see them coated in the fresh slick youâve gushed. âSo good.â
âWow, what a show!â
Suddenly, the lukewarm feelings soothed around your figure abruptly halt once a new voice shatters you and Higuruma back to reality. Your eyes leave each other and look up to find six on your close-knitted bodies, blue orbs glued onto you two as if to examine you exceptionally near.Â
âOh, donât mind me,â Gojo waves a hand. âPlease go on~.âHiguruma is the first to make a move, but a firm grip catches his wrist, throws him into the air fluidly, and lands on the bed with no grace. âNot what I meant, newbie.â
âSatoru!â You try to slap him, but he grabs your wrist as well. âWhat are you doingââ
âUhh, shouldnât I be asking you the same question, witch?â He brings his face close. âI never took you, so stoic and all business, for a bit of pervert. If I knew you sounded cute and desperate having your pussy teased with, Iâd have you wrapped my finger a long time ago.â
âTah, Iâm the pervert? You seemed to enjoy stuffing your face with Kentoâs dick. Quite good at it yourself; is that your favorite sport? Something you like to do when youâre not terrorizing towns?â
âWhat, donât know what it looks like to have a good time? And not to point fingers, but letâs not forget your potion has us all like this.â
You grimace. âMaybe donât throw people at about five walls, or something will break!â
âMaybe donât bring such powerful erotic potions to a battle, and we wouldnât have that problem! But donât worry,â Gojo then lifts you off the couch in bridal style. âYouâll take responsibility.âBefore you could argue back, the evil spirit teleports you two back to the bed where he primarily was. Now, four bodies lay on the huge old yet soft mattress, all under the potionâs spell, and share a mutual lustful atmosphere. âHow long does this aphrodisiac last?â
ââŠTwo hours max.â
âWell, youâve been knocked out for nearly thirty minutes. So, while we still have the time,â he pushes you off him to where Higuruma lies. âWhy donât you help these two with your mishap?â
âIt was an accidentââ
âAye, an accident that now has Mister Big-Nose over here hard as a rock.â You look down to where Gojoâs pointing and see a tent jutting out of Higurumaâs pants. Your lips flatten at the sight, same with the owner of the boner. âWhy the faces? What happened to all that talk about eating them out?â
âT-That wasnât whatââ
âOh câmon, newbie, you sure âbout that? Look,â Gojo maneuvers to where you sit and picks up a leg, moving your dress out of the way and removing your panties to discard. And now, your wet and sticky cunt is out for the men to see. Good Lord, Satoru!! âLook at how wet you made them feel back there; they were really excited about how good you made them feel. And Iâm sure they look forward to your handsome face sitting in between their juicy legs.â
Had the silence been longer than a few seconds, you wouldâve told Gojo off and left the other be. But the sound of an unbuckled belt is heard as you observe Higuruma sliding his pants down and revealing the erect limb free. The sight of precum sliding down the angry pink tip down to his balls is brain-altering. He then loosens his shirt, letting his stomach breathe, and your eyes catch the raven-happy trail from above his lower abs down to his pubes. Holy absolute fuck.
âWell, what are you waiting for?â Gojo pushes you further. âThereâs a nice face waiting to be sat!â
âShut up!â You wish to throw curses at him all you want. However, you crawl to where Higurumaâs face is crooked and sheepishly lift your dress to place your knees and align yourself. âPleaseâŠforgive me, Hiromi.â
âItâs okay, sweetpea,â your heart skips at the nickname and his hands finding your waist. âNice and slow, okay?â
You listen to his command and slowly descend your hips to Higurumaâs face, toes quirking at the brush of his noise hitting your taint. A sharp gasp leaves your lips when his tongue greets your labia, swishing around to intake the nectar dripping out of it. âOhhh, shitâŠâ You hum as he groans, your hips having a mind of their own and swerving around, yet the man beneath doesnât fail to latch his lips onto you, his hands now curling to your butt.
A hand finds its way to where his erection stands tall, your fingers circling the shaft before motioning up and down. More excessive cum escapes out the urethra to paint your fingernails and tips, veins pulsing against your palm as you jerk him off. He then laments when your free hand cups his balls to massage, kneading one of the testicles gingerly like rough dough.Â
From your peripheral, you spot Nanami coming into view, and you cry out when his peer sticks his tongue into your opening and slurps. âKento.â
âSorry,â the blonde man stands in front of you while fisting his cock. âMight need your help hereâŠâ
You titter, hearing him sigh heavily as you bend down and blow on his cockhead. âMay I?â He nods to you and caresses your cheek, guiding your lips to take in his tip and gradually swallow his inches. You suck him in till your mouth is busy with his length, moving your tongue around the underside, which makes Nanami hiss.
âHahhh, fuck, yes, love,â you hear him from up above, his hands coming to your head to maintain while he jerks his hips into your mouth. His balls meet your chin with every push, and his musk is all that attacks your nostrils. The fog in your head makes you dizzier and dizzier, humming on the dick youâre swallowing.
And you canât forget the snow-haired person who brings his hand to your chest area and rips the seams open. Your breasts are now out and exposed to the open air, and a nipple finds its way onto the flat of a reptile-like tongue. âAwww, cupcake, youâve been hiding these tits from me, too? Heh, not fairâŠâ
The only sounds that you can pick up are all raunchy, squelching noises from between your legs, slopping wet cues as you slurp on cock, and Gojoâs moans as he sucks and plays with your breasts. If you thought things were overwhelming earlier, youâre sure as hell finding yourself drowning in your senses. Gojo nibbles on your nipples, his teeth grazing the buds, and have your thighs jolt. Meanwhile, Higurumaâs hands keep your asscheeks glued to him as he drinks up more of your essence while pushing his tongue into your slit, fucking your insides for more fluids to coat his tastebuds.
Nanamiâs hip work dials up to a faster tempo, stuffing your face with more of his cock to the point that he hits the back of your throat frequently. Your eyes start to water as you begin to taste the salty precum lathering with your spit. Yet you slurp on him with a whine, sucking harshly onto the top, where you push your tongue to the split of his urethra to toy with.Â
The sand-haired man throws his head back. ââKhhfff, fuck,â his head pounding while you dance your wet muscle around the crown of his shaft and frenulum. âOhhhh, Goddamn itâŠ! Just like that, my love, like thatâŠâYou listen to Nanamiâs requests and continue, your hand stroking faster onto Higurumaâs cock with vigor.Â
âVery good, you three, very goodâŠâ Gojo eggs you on, removing his face from your chest and tapping your cheek to release the girth. âNow itâs time to switch it up.âThe ghoul then pushes Nanami onto his back; this time, youâre straddling him while Gojo urges Higuruma to straighten up. âNanamiâs been such a nice guy, huh? Why not reward him with a taste of what this newbie was feasting on, cutie?âÂ
Your eyes travel down to where Nanamiâs cock is pressed to your belly, and you lift your ass and grab him to kiss your folds with his glans. You both share a look and whimper aloud as his tip makes it inside your vagina, thanks to your come, and you leisurely drop your ass onto him. âHoooh, fuck, feels so goodâŠ!â You shrill, and your hips begin to go to and fro.
âAnd as for you,â Higuruma groans as Gojo takes hold of him and aligns his glans to your ass. âFuck them good here, got it?â
The raven-haired manâs hands meet your buttcheeks, and you go ahead and bend down for him to get the full view. âDamn,â he gulps. Before doing anything, Higuruma moistures his fore and middle fingers with his spit and circles around your asshole gently until they get past the puckered sphincter. You remind yourself to relax as he readies your ass, his fingertips pushing in and out to adjust the cavern for whatâs to come. And after a minute, he pulls them out and substitutes them for his ready member, and you scream in mute as he pushes himself into your rear end. âOh, fuck, fuck!â He swears with a bitten lip. âSo tightâŠHahhhâŠfeel so good, darling.âÂ
The two human men rock into your holes simultaneously, having your frame join with the cadence they inflict to follow. Both your holes are ravished, Nanamiâs dick turning your insides into goo with every graze to your sweet spots, and you almost shut down from the occasion of surprise pokes of your cervix. The man behind you plows your butt with purpose, shoving his member deep into your rear channel and rubbing on the walls that have you unable to fight the drool escaping.
And last but not least, Gojo grabs your chin and pushes his tip to your puffy lips. âHey, baby. Mind I have a turn with those lips of yours?âYou roll your eyes with a smile before curling your tongue around his crown and taking it inside your lips. The demon sighs under your lips, bucking his hips impatiently for you to suck every inch of him. âFuckingâNnnmm! Your tongueâŠGggahh!!â
All three men go wild in your grasp. Nanamiâs pace slips to an erratic fashion, rutting deep with accurate rubs to your G-spot that leave you mumbling onto Gojoâs dick. Higuruma nearly loses himself while pistoning his pelvis to your ass, his forehead coming to your shoulder to rest. âChrist, your ass is driving me crazy.â He kisses the space between your shoulder and neck and bites down. You cry and suck on Gojoâs cock harshly, making the demon hiss above you.Â
ââUugghh, so tight!â Nanami grabs your waist with firm hands and drills himself upward faster. âFuck it, I need to cummâŠ!!â
âMe too, Kentoâshitâme tooâŠâ His older peer slurs, burrowing his face into your neck to lick and nibble on your skin. âAlmost..thereâŠ.!â
It isnât long before all three men come at you with a unioned tempo, and youâre way too engrossed in the sensations to notice how wet youâre getting from the constant pleasures. Your frame is used as their plaything as they fuck your holes, borderline degrading, yet you canât deny how good they feel for relieving the horny itch youâre feeling. Fuck! More, more, more!! Continuous rough ruts to your chasms and mouth have you numb, and your scream is muffled as Gojo grabs for your face to bury his cock deep into your throat as he dispenses his load into you.
Nanami and Higuruma arenât far from joining him, too, the two climaxing simultaneously and filling you to the brim with their white, thick essence. Groans bounce off each other and the bedroom walls; three bodies pant heavily and heave above and beneath you, as they experience the peak of their crescendos. And after a few more thrusts and jerks, they soon allow themselves to slide down from their high.
The huntsmen from behind take his cock out of your ass, a string of his cum still linking to your puckered hole. Now, with him off, you swallow down the last of Gojoâs semen before withdrawing your face and raising your hips off of Nanamiâs dick.Â
Gojo comes to you to place his forehead on your sweat one. âHoly shit, that was good,â he praises as he cups your cheeks to squish them. âThatâs one way to take me down. But, are ya ready to let me fuck that pretty cunt of yours?âYou donât say anything, just grabbing his chin to lure him into a kiss, which he anticipatesâŠ
âŠHowever, he doesnât meet your lips as expected. Instead, while heâs distracted, you sneak a hand to the chain that wrings around your neck. A locket that you open the pendant to grab for a tablet and quickly shove it inside Gojoâs mouth. Six eyes widen as you cover his mouth shut, forcing him to swallow whatever it is thatâs inside his oral cavity.Â
And before he has the idea of pushing you off and overpowering you, Nanami is quick to grab hold of his arms and restrict them to his back. Higuruma takes his lesson from earlier and grabs Gojoâs tail before it goes around, making people fly off. It takes a group effort; however, the freakish devilâs strength weakens in seconds, and his eyes roll until the lids fall over. Slumber hits the creature, unconscious both in mind and body, as his figure slumps on Nanamiâs chest. The blonde hunter gently places the white-haired being down as you all watch him fall into a deep sleep.
âFinally,â you exclaim and let your body fall to the mattress in exhaustion. And the other huntsmen do the same. âFor Godâs sakeâŠ.â
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âThank you again for your help, demon hunters!â
âYes, we donât know what we couldâve done without you two.â
âYou two make the demon hunter guild proud; may Yaga recognize the talent laid after his years!â
The rain was long gone, exchanging its grey clouds with the gleaming shine of the sun and the vibrant blue of the sky. Everyday life finds its way back into the swing of things now that things are not in turmoil. And to close a mission down on a sunny day seems like a reasonable bid for closure.
Coming from your lair deep into the woods â after scolding your witchling, Miwa, for that aphrodisiac potion accident of hers and cooking a contraceptive tea â you walked toward the town to appear before the demon guild. Eyes and leers of the common folk linger onto you as you make your steps amongst them, ignoring their unconcealed judgment. Of course, it makes you uncomfortable that discrimination follows you every which way, especially after lending aid to the demon problem they so desperately needed. But alas, you didnât come here for recognition, so you continue to walk until you reach the wooden tavern-like building.
At the front, you find a pair of familiar faces â Nanami and Higuruma â conversing with a local townswoman who thanks the huntsmen for their service. Neither party seems to notice your appearance the moment you tread closer to the front. Which is fine; again, youâre not here for celebration or acknowledgment. Youâre so used to being cast aside that it practically feels innate.
That is, until you spot something beside the woman, a smaller being glued to her hip. A child, you pick up: a little boy with raven spiky hair similar to a sea urchin and slim yet puffy cheeks signature to a toddler. And his blueish green eyes are honed in on you unmistakably. Itâs a bit of a funny image to see a tiny human be bold enough to look at you yet still hide their presence behind the shadow of their guardian. Whims of a child, you suppose.
The woman bows to the men with gratitude before heading off in business, only to stop in her tracks once she sees you. And to your surprise, she beams a smile. She is undoubtedly the childâs mother â her unkept hair proving hereditary. âYou must be the sorceress, right?â She inquires, and you answer with a silent nod. âGood, because I wanted to come express my thanks to you and the huntsmen for having to take down that demon for our sakes! I imagine it wasnât easy, nor was it something you wished to be burdened with.â
âNo, itâs quite all right,â you shook your head as the woman bowed to you. âThe demon and I have had multiple encounters before, and Iâm the nearest person outside of town whoâs well-versed in the demon realm and beyond. So, itâs only natural that Iâd be pulled in to help the cause somehow.â
The townswoman nods along to your explanation, her smile still present. âRegardless, you did save this small city of ours. I donât know how to thank you properly for your service, but I hope you know I am sincerely grateful you lent your prowess along with the hunters.âÂ
âYour gratitude is well-taken. I ask that you try to stay far from trouble and be safe and vigilant.â
âYes, I understandâŠAnd you, Megumi,â you both turn to the child you sensed observing you during the entire conversation. âDonât you have anything you wish to say to the sorceress who saved our home?â
Quiet, the vibe you get from the silent kid who keeps his eyes on you as if youâre a stranger. Typical behavior of a child. He slowly comes behind his mother and pulls something out of his pocket. With delicacy and steadiness, his balled fist points to where you stand, and you decide to crouch down and extend a hand to him to place something.
ââŠIs this for me?â You ask. In your palm lies a green four-leafed plant, a clover. Not crumpled or torn in any way, ideally in its original form, and you could tell it was treated with careâa gift.
Megumi gives a curt nod. âI went to the fields yesterday with my sister and found some four-leaf clovers. Mama said they give good luck and protection to those with them. I gave one each for the hunters, so I saved this one for you.â
You have to be honest: youâre not one to gift-give in your profession. Hell, youâre not even accustomed to being handed gifts, either! Itâs a custom foreign to you as youâre deemed as an outcast in many eyes of this town. Gratitude or hospitality isnât something youâd expect from anywhereâŠBut it seems that is different in a childâs world, for you can tell his heart is in a genuine place.
With a smile, you bring the clover to where your necklace sits above your chest. Muttering an incantation, the plant glows and disintegrates itself and is absorbed by the pendant of your locket. âNow, Iâll be sure to have good luck wherever I go, thanks to you, little one.âThe young boyâs eyes flashed with wonder from your minuscule display of magic, flashing an awkward yet confident smile as you stood upright and bowed to him and his mother. âBe safe and strong for your sister and mother, Megumi.â
The child nods to your words before you bid his mother farewell, and the two spiky-headed ones walk by to wherever they came from, leaving you to the matters you initially intended to take care of.
Speaking of matters, âSorceress,â you turn to find the huntsmen walking to greet you. Nanami is the first to talk, âYou came in just in time. Heâs awake now but still experiencing some grogginess.â
Higuruma adds on. âAnd we made sure to call him up to appear today, so things should be going smooth this time around, as you said.â
âGood,â you reply. âThank you for your cooperation on this mission, hunters. The townpeople can return sleeping soundly now that Gojo isnât around to cause a ruckus.â
âNo, we should be thanking you.â The sand-haired man interjects. âYaga had spoken highly of you and your professionalism during the handful of times you two had worked together. Without you, dealing with Gojo wouldâve been more of a hassle Iâd want to deal with.â
âKentoâs right,â the dark-headed one agrees. âWeapons and shikigami arenât enough to bring down a strong demon lord such as Gojo; we needed as much help as possible. And it was an honor to see you in action for myself.â
âI thank you, gentlemen,â you say with downcasted eyes. âHowever, I apologize that it was on my bad that the situation went to a moreâŠridiculous turn,â you peer to see that the two men avoid your gaze at the nuanced mention. âNevertheless, we can put this behind us and not bring it up with anyone else. Agreed?â
The two men nod concurrently.
âAnd, perhapsâŠIf the wind finds me at the right time and you two wish to work together again, I wouldâŠconsider it a little more lenient the next time.â Maybe you shouldnât have said that because now you can barely look at the two huntsmen in the eyes. For crying out loud, youâve seen each other naked; how can you ever work with each other again after such unprofessional circumstances?
But you guess they donât seem to find a problem with it, seeing as they both share a smile at you. âThank you, sorceress.â The older male speaks for both of them. âWe hope to see you again when requiring your assistance.â
The younger hunter nods with soft brown eyes. âIt would be wise to lend you a helping hand just as our former leader did for you.â
And for the second time today, a tiny smile returns to curling your lips before you straighten yourself up.Â
âWell, until then, what should we do with you, Gojo Satoru?â
Although the expressions of thanks and appreciation served as a pleasant stratum to begin the day, a conflict still needed to be solved. That is why the three of you walked inside, deep into the demon hunterâs guild, past the many hunters who watched you make your way to the hall at the back of the building. Many rooms are stationed to the right side, yet only one harbors a recognizable aura for you to trot in front of and open the door when no one is looking.
Lo and behold, the sole being in this cell-like room is Gojo Satoru, the ghoul sitting on the dirty ground with chains restricting his feet and wrists. Talismans with small writing decorated his biceps, shoulders, and abdomen, the mark of your subjugation as his power isnât as high as before. It is positioned at a level where it occasionally bursts until it returns to a low steady.
âYou tell me, witch,â the demon answers your question. âWeâve had this dance a million times already, sending me back to the demon realm and supposedly âpromisingâ not to come back.â
âWell, you are being sent back this time,â Nanami crosses his arms. âYet instead of âsupposedly,â weâre going to have to make that a definitive.â
Gojo cackles, bearing his canines to shine. âOh, bullshit. Me staying in the realm âforeverâ forever when Iâm aware that half of my Limitless has been stripped from my possession? Donât you know you should never touch what belongs to a demon; whatever is taken from me might be taken from you tenfold.â
âThatâs why there are demon hunters in the first place,â Higuruma sighs and slumps on the door surface. âYour powers were taken under contract after the carnage you caused last time. Judging by how we handle you this time, you might lose the other half of your Limitless.â
âThis has nothing to do with you, big-nose.â Gojo retorts. âIf I werenât chained up right now, youâd be the first to jump at.â
The hunter raises a brow. âIs that a threat?â
âPerhaps. AlthoughâŠâ devilish lips curl to a smirk. âAfter what happened last night, maybe Iâll have some fun with you and Nanamin one of these days ifââ
âSatoru.â You cut him off, the conversation steering to where itâs not supposed to go. Higuruma takes the white-haired spiritâs words for thought and stands up straight with more alertness, his blonde subordinate fixing his glare on the same. âIf it werenât for your status and relations with this realm, your fate wouldâve been handled differently. Be thankful that it was me and the hunter guild who had to deal with you this time; anyone else would have your head on a spike and your body torched.â
âAwww, what caring babysitters you guys are~,â Six blue eyes roll in one direction with a click of their teeth. âOi, witch, you know it doesnât matter what you do with me. I could be thrown off the grid, shackled to the demon realm, held in some dark supernatural prison, or even killed â no matter what, as long as youâre the holder of half my powers, I will find you. And I donât care if it means ripping your pretty face to shred; Iâm getting my Limitless and Infinity back.â Eyes gleam with a fury, like ocean waves in a wayward thunderstorm. âBelieve that.â
âI do believe it. And I will wait for the day you learn to find me, not vice versa.âYou take his threat with earnestness. âHowever, until that day comes, I will reprimand you for this case. Along with the help of an old friend of ours.â
He sucks his teeth. âAnd who would that be?â
KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!!
Gojoâs ears perked before the harsh bangs were put on the wooden door. You pan to Higuruma, who nods silently before he turns to unlock the locks and grip the handle. With the pull, a silhouette befalls into a vision of all four occupants in the room. A tall, muscular man who appears to be in his forties minimum, head-shaven except for the spiky top, adorning a wolf pet over his shoulders with leather slashes. Gojoâs six eyes widen when he sees the manâs face: the familiar thick eyebrows sitting above minor yet dominant eyes and a mustache and goatee adorned on the chin.
âW-Well, hello there, Yagaaa~,â the snow-haired being switches his demeanor to a chipper tune now that a new visitor has come to pay a visit. âWhat a lovely surprise to see you! You clean up nicely. Is that a ring I see on your fingerââ
âGojo Satoru.â A guttural voice puts a stop to the ramble. âLast time I saw you, I put you in a chokehold that had you screaming for your mama and promised Iâd put you in another worse than that the next time I see you.â
You can sense the demonâs aura dwindle like a tiny flame, and you canât help but find amusement; no one better to put the ghoul back into his place than Masamichi Yaga, the seasoned, skillful, and former commander of the demon guild. âIsâŠtoday the day?â
âHmph.â The older man pulls up a chair to sit in front of Gojo. âPossibly, yet the sorceress pleaded for your case and told me to withhold until after our discussion.â
âOh, how sweet of you, Miss Sorceress!â Now he wants to shower you with affection; whatever happened to that threat he made a minute ago? âThatâs nice to know because I have a lot I would like to get off my chest before you staâBHROOOF!!â Gojoâs cut off from a swift kick to the chin Yaga inflicts, causing him to fly to hit his head on the wall and fall to his back. âOWWWW?!!!??!!! What was that for?!â
âFor bringing me out of my retirement,â Yaga cracks his neck with a heavy sigh. âYou little bastard.â
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pairing: movie star!bucky barnes x female reader x movie star!steve rogers
summary: you meet your boyfriend's best friend for the first time, and he perfectly matches the energy of your relationship. then, what was meant to be a fun night for the three of you, turns into something more.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, threesome, piv sex, anal sex, double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, oral sex (f and m receiving), anal fingering, come eating/swallowing, come play, semi-public play, light bdsm, check-ins, marking/bruises, teasing, edging, light overstimulation, some m/m (kissing and hand-holding), dirty talk, praise kink, light degradation, pet names (sweetheart, baby), aftercare, established relationship, happy ending polycule
word count: 12.2k
a/n: i was inspired by those pics from last month at the walk of fame ceremony, and this was originally just going to be a fun, flirty threesome. but then as i was writing, the characters decided we were adding some bucky/steve to the mix, so here we are!!! i haven't written anything like this before so i hope i did ok đ«Ł also i did not mean for this fic to be so long but i had so much fun writing it, i just couldn't stop hahah anyway! hope y'all enjoy!!!
A jolt of excitement shot down your spine when you recognized Steve Rogers approaching through the crowd beneath the white canvas tent set up on Hollywood Boulevard. Your boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, mustâve felt the way your body tensed as you sat beside him, because his hand tightened on your bare thigh.Â
Bucky wasnât looking at youâheâd caught sight of his oldest friend, and the corners of his mouth were flickering in the way they did when he was trying to repress a grinâbut you could feel his own excitement in the way his fingers dug into your soft flesh. You had a feeling you werenât the only one thinking about the plans you, Bucky and Steve had for that evening.
But then your boyfriendâs touch was gone and Bucky was standing to greet his oldest friend with a tight hug. There were even a few enthusiastic back pats thrown into the mix. It was clear the men were happy to see each other.
You watched the interaction, fascinated. In all the time that youâd been dating Bucky, you hadnât met his childhood friend, nor had you seen them interact, and you couldnât help but notice the way he relaxed in Steveâs presence. Buckyâs shoulders loosened and his smile was easier. Normally, heâd be tense in a crowd surrounded by photographers, and look to you for comfortâand you were always happy to give it.Â
But it seemed you werenât the only person who could have a calming effect on Bucky, and it made you smile to see him catch up with Steve, a sense of happiness settling into your heart as you watched your boyfriend talk to his best friend. There was an easiness to their interaction that spoke to their decades of friendship, and instead of feeling put out that Bucky hadnât introduced you yet, you understood he needed a moment with Steve.Â
It had been months since theyâd last seen each other, and theyâd only been reunited for the Walk of Fame ceremony you were attending with Bucky, where a director he and his best friend had both worked with was receiving a star. The director had discovered Steve and Bucky when they were younger, giving them their first roles that eventually led to their careers in Hollywood.Â
âIs this your girl?â Steve asked, his friendly voice pitched a little louder so you could hear it over the crowd of people all crammed beneath the tent. You looked up and found Steveâs face tilted down toward you, his attention making you feel warm all over. There was a playful, devastatingly handsome tilt to his mouth as he asked, âThe future Mrs. Barnes?â
Steve held out both of his hands to you and you tipped your head back with a laugh as you slipped your fingers into his palms. He helped you to stand, his hands smoothing up your arms to your elbows, then pulled you into his orbit as he leaned in to brush kisses to both of your cheeks.Â
âItâs nice to finally meet you, Steve,â you murmured in between skimming your lips over his whiskered cheeks, enjoying the prickle of his beard against your soft skin.
Since you were so close, Steveâs warm, woodsy scent washed over you. Somehow, it went straight to your head and your core, making you sway a little on your heels as a warmth bloomed deep in your belly. You had to repress a shiver and hold yourself back from burying your face in Steveâs neck to inhale more of his delicious smell as you leaned back from your greeting.
âThe pap photos donât do you justice, sweetheart, youâre much more gorgeous in person,â Steve rumbled, his hands giving your arms a light squeeze before he stepped back to a more polite distance.
You felt bereft without Steveâs touch, and you reached instinctively for Buckyâs hand. Your boyfriend slid in next to you, catching your fingers in one of his hands while the other settled against your lower back. His familiar cologne filled your senses and you smiled up at him, feeling steadier as you leaned into Bucky. In your chest, your heart was racing, and you tried to make sense of the riot of emotions in your belly.Â
Thankfully, Steveâs comment about paparazzi got the men talking about their least favorite aspect of working in Hollywood and you could take a moment to collect yourself.
As you did, you took the opportunity to look at Steve properly.Â
Of course, youâd seen him in movies, and in plenty of photos on social media. Youâd even seen him in some pictures of the two friends that Bucky had hanging in the brownstone you shared together in Brooklyn. But it was a different thing entirely to see your boyfriendâs Hollywood heartthrob best friend in person.
Steve had made a name for himself in the business as the golden boy action hero, leading a franchise that had grossed over $2 billion with just three movies. In his mid-30s, he had his pick of any blockbuster movie role in town, and he had the looks and the talent to make whatever film he chose a success.
Your eyes, hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, raked down Steveâs body, and it struck you how much he looked like the epitome of an action hero with his broad shoulders and trim waist. His biceps bulged in the sleeves of his short-sleeved button-up and his thighs filled out his slacks nicely.
Trailing your eyes back up to his handsome face, you noted that Steveâs beard was well-groomed and his watch looked expensive despite its simplicity. But he managed to look much more down-to-earth with his navy blue cap and sunglasses than most of the overly shiny men in Hollywood.Â
It almost made you smile how you could immediately spot so many differences between Steve and Bucky, but, at the same time, so many similarities, too.Â
Although they were both actors, their career trajectories had gone in completely different directions. While Steve had become an action star, Bucky had made a name for himself in indie movies and prestige dramas. Also in his mid-30s, Bucky had a few major awards under his belt, and he was often flying around the world to promote his movies at film festivals like Cannes.Â
But, like Steve, heâd opted for a more down-to-earth look for the Walk of Fame ceremony, choosing a patterned button-up tucked into simple slacks. He looked a bit more polished, in your opinion, and just as handsome as his best friend. Though he didnât have the same broad build as Steve, he still looked strong and fitâand his ass filled out his slacks very nicely, which youâd told him before the two of you had left your hotel suite that morning.Â
âItâs a shame it took something like this to finally get you both out here to LA at the same time,â Steve said, getting your attention.Â
He shifted closer to your side opposite Bucky, making you feel almost caged in between their two broad chests. To your surprise, though, you didnât mind. You felt more comfortable between them, and you wondered what it would feel like to be pressed between their broad bodies without any clothes in the wayâŠ
âIâve been dying to meet your girl,â Steve went on, his voice dropping low so only you and your boyfriend could hear. His fingers skimmed up the back of your arm and across the bare skin of your shoulders, making you tremble lightly. Steveâs eyes danced across your face and he smirked as he said, âAnd I canât wait to get to know you intimately later tonight, sweetheart.â
You visibly shuddered at Steveâs suggestive words, your mind jumping immediately to the plans the three of you had for that evening. They entailed the hotel suite Bucky had booked for the evening, and the three of you alone together, completely naked. Touching, kissing, and more.
The plans were a result of conversations youâd had with your boyfriend. Bucky had told you early on in your relationship that he had a fantasy about sharing his girl with his best friend, and youâd liked the idea far more than youâd expected. However, it had been difficult to make happen, given his and Steveâs busy movie star schedules. So, despite it being the same day you were meeting Steve, that night might be the only time in a long time that it could happen.
But something about the energy between the three of you in that warm tent made you think that even if the plan wasnât already for you, Bucky and Steve to end up in bed together that night, it wouldâve happened anyway. You couldnât put your finger on why you thought so, but it had quite a bit to do with the hungry looks they were shooting your wayâand exchanging with each other.
âDonât get her all riled up yet, Stevie,â Bucky chided his best friend lightly, but when he cut his eyes to you behind his sunglasses, you could see a mischievous glimmer in their depths. âYou keep whispering in her ear like that, and sheâs gonna end up leaving a mess on her chair.â
Biting back a gasp, you squirmed against Buckyâs side, your embarrassment at his comment fanning the flames of your arousal. Your boyfriend chuckled at your reaction and wrapped his arm around your back, his fingers digging into your hip to hold you still, though that only made you want to writhe against him some more.
Steveâs eyebrows winged upward at Buckyâs comment, and you could tell from the slight shifting of his head that he was looking back and forth between your faces, a small smirk on his lips. âIs that so?â he asked, the slight edge of a challenge in his tone.Â
Bucky knew your body wellâhe knew what turned you on and just how wet he could make you with his words and voice alone. Youâd long since learned that your boyfriend got a great deal of enjoyment out of teasing you and working you up until you were begging for him. He loved seeing just how wet and sloppy he could make you, pushing you both until you were ravenous for each other.Â
So it didnât surprise you that Bucky shot his best friend a cocky grin and drawled, âOh Stevie, youâd be surprised at just how messy my girl can get.âÂ
Heat flushed fast and fierce through your body and you whipped your head around to look at your boyfriend. It was on the tip of your tongue to demand he and Steve take you back to your hotel, but at that moment, the event organizers began telling everyone to take their seats.Â
You were frustrated and thankful for the interruption as you took your seat between Bucky and Steve. Although the ceremony beginning meant there was no way you could convince Bucky to leave early, at least it meant your boyfriend and his best friend couldnât continue to torture you.
At least, thatâs what you naively believed. Until not one, but two hands slipped onto your bare thighs.Â
âYou donât mind, do ya, Buck?â Steve asked cheerfully across you, his thumb stroking over your skin in a way that nearly had you whimpering. He wore a shameless grin as he sat forward, looking at your boyfriend while touching you.
Your thoughts had scattered, and it didnât even occur to you how inappropriate it was for Steve to put his hand on your thigh right in front of your boyfriend. In the deepest reaches of your heart, it just felt right for both Bucky and Steve to have their hands on you. And instead of being surprised by Steveâs boldness, you just felt desperate for one of them to move their hand higher, to stroke their fingers over the spot where you needed them most.Â
âNot at all, Stevie,â Bucky replied easily, his tone almost nonchalant as he dragged his gaze up from Steveâs hand to his best friendâs face. âYou go right ahead,â he said, shifting in his chair, moving closer to you as he began stroking his thumb against your other leg, matching Steveâs rhythm so perfectly, it was maddening.
If you didnât know Bucky so well, you wouldnât have been able to detect the undercurrent of desire in his tone, or the way he was shifting in his seat to hide the slight bulge in the front of his slacks. Your whole body clenched tight with the reminder that you werenât the only one excited by the knowledge that you would be bringing Steve into your bed that evening.Â
Bucky clearly got off on seeing his best friendâs hand on your thigh and you relaxed a little. Your boyfriendâs desire calmed the anxiety you didnât know you hadâanxiety that you were the only one excited for moreâleaving only arousal simmering deliciously in your belly.
As if somehow sensing your thoughts, Bucky leaned in to whisper in your ear.
âHowâs it feel, baby?â Bucky purred, his voice as warm as the summer sun shining on the crowded tent. âHaving my best friendâs hand on your thigh, his fingers so close to your sweet, needy cunt?âÂ
Buckyâs fingers slid slowly up your thigh, curling beneath the hem of your dress, teasing closer to the heat nestled between your thighs. He was so close to touching you where you needed him most, that you had to bite back a whimper before even beginning to think about answering.Â
Your boyfriendâs fingers dug into your soft flesh, urging you to respond, but all you could manage was one word.
âBucky.â His name was the softest whine lilting from your lips, carried on the gentle California breeze. Your fingers were clinging to the edges of your seat and you squirmed restlessly, already feeling wetness gathering between your legs and soaking into the thin fabric of your panties.Â
âHush, sweetheart,â came Steveâs voice, rich and deep in your other ear. âYou keep squirming and whining like that, and you might draw attention to yourself.â His fingers slipped beneath your dress, slotting in between Buckyâs as both men gripped your thighs, groping you unabashedly despite the crowd that surrounded the three of you. âAnd we wouldnât want that, now would we?â
Buckyâs chuckle ghosted past the sensitive skin of your neck and your shoulders trembled with the effort it took to stop yourself from writhing on your chair. Pressing your lips together, you bit back the desperate mewl that threatened to spill from your lips, heeding Steveâs warning and suppressing the urge to beg them to touch you, crowd be damned.
Steve was right, after all. You were in a crowded tent, waiting for the Walk of Fame ceremony to begin, surrounded by your boyfriendâs friends and colleaguesâand there were cameras everywhere. You may have felt surrounded well enough by the broad shoulders of your boyfriend and his best friend sitting on either side of you, but it was a false sense of privacy.
You knew you needed to sit up straight and smile blandly, and pretend like Bucky and Steveâs hands werenât slowly inching closer to the juncture of your thighs. You needed to play the part of Buckyâs devoted girlfriend, and normally it wouldnât be too difficult. Your boyfriend didnât usually play this game in public, since he knew you were one photograph away from winding up on the home page of TMZ with a headline calling you Bucky Barnesâ whore or something equally degrading.Â
But there was something about Steve being there that was making your boyfriend act a little reckless. And, despite Steve being the one to warn you about the situation you were in, you knew he was the foolhardy one. You could feel his energy urging Bucky on, and your boyfriend seemed all too happy to match his best friendâs energy.Â
âDidnât you know, Stevie,â Bucky began, his voice quiet but easygoing, as if he was talking to his best friend about something as banal as the weather or their new movies. âMy girlâs a needy little slut, and she canât help acting like it.âÂ
Your teeth sank into your lower lip a mere second before the tips of Buckyâs fingers brushed so, so gently against the soaking wet fabric of your panties. A strangled moan caught in your throat and you tried to squirm in your seat, but Bucky and Steveâs hands clamped down hard on your thighs, holding you still.
âJust look at the way sheâs spreading her legs for us,â Bucky went on, a new warmth in his tone, like he was wholly enjoying the way you were getting worked up. âShe doesnât even know sheâs doing it.â Buckyâs face tilted toward you, and you could feel his gaze like a warm caress against your cheek as he asked, in a patronizingly sweet voice, âDo you, baby?â
Despite the chatter of the crowd around you, the sharp breath you inhaled at Buckyâs question was loud in your ears. You dragged your gaze away from your boyfriendâs face and looked down to see your thighs had spread open on your chair, much wider than was appropriate for the public ceremony, without you even noticing.
Your first instinct was to snap your legs closed, and somehow, both men seemed to anticipate it. Bucky and Steve moved simultaneously, almost as if theyâd planned it, shoving their hands under your dress to be trapped between your plush thighs. Their fingertips were so close to your pulsing heat, but not quite touching it.Â
Your legs clenched tight together around their warm hands, trying to force them to touch you, but it was no use. They were trapped, and so were you, unable to spread your legs and beg them for more while you were sitting in the crowded tent on Hollywood Boulevard.
If Bucky and Steve minded that their fingers were tangled together between your thighs, they didnât show it. Both men were grinning at each other, their bodies bracketing either side of yours, heads ducked together as if the three of you were simply having a private conversation.Â
But thatâs not what was happening. Your body was a riot of sensation, of desperate, burning need. Fisting your hands in your lap, you curled in on yourself and shuddered, biting your bottom lip hard against a moan of pleasure and frustration.Â
It felt so good to have their hands on you, but you wanted them to touch you for real. You wanted them to push your panties to the side and stroke your clit before plunging their fingers into your dripping hole. But they couldnât. And more than that, you knew they wouldnât. Not while the three of you were in public and surrounded by people.
Buckyâs hand settled over your curled fists, his strong fingers easing the tension from your hands until he could slip his palm into both of yours. âSit up, baby, the ceremonyâs finally starting,â Bucky murmured in your ear, not unkindly.Â
His other hand flexed gently on your thigh, making you wheeze and tremble as you straightened, but your boyfriend only chuckled under his breath when you shot him a little glare. He ducked close and pressed a kiss to your cheek, mollifying you for the moment.
Your fingers tangled with Buckyâs on your lap as you sat up and pushed your shoulders back, fixing a polite smile on your face. You did your best to ignore the fact that both your boyfriend and his best friendâs hands were tucked between your thighs beneath your dress, making a valiant effort to pretend as if nothing was amiss.Â
It helped that you had something to hold onto, your fingers twining idly with Buckyâs. You hadnât realized you were fidgeting a bit too much until you felt another hand land gently on your forearm, and you followed it up to look at Steve. He gave you a small, reassuring smile, his hand squeezing your arm lightly, and you settled further.Â
While the emcee of the ceremony took the small stage and began to introduce the director being honored, you managed to relax. You focused on the speech being given, and worked to remain quiet, despite the still burning heat in your blood.
You thought, once the ceremony began, the boys would behave themselves, but you were wrong.
Bucky and Steve seemed to work in synchrony, taking turns whispering filthy things into your ear that refused to let you forget you had their hands trapped between your thighs, your body aching for them to touch you.
Sometimes theyâd tease you with the predicament you found yourself in, and other times theyâd make promises that they intended to fulfill once the three of you were alone.
They were equally merciless, their words getting dirtier and dirtier as the ceremony went on, and your core throbbed unrelentingly, the evidence of your drawn-out arousal dripping into your panties and smearing on the plastic seat of the chair.Â
It became increasingly apparent that Buckyâs playful warning would come trueâyou were going to leave a wet spot behind when you stood up. But no matter how you tried to rein in your desire, Bucky and Steve were determined to keep you on edge with their words and their touch alone. It was all you could do to try to portray the image of a respectful Hollywood girlfriend, and not the wanton slut all three of you knew you to be.Â
Finally, the ceremony wrapped up and all around you, people began to stand and chatter again as photographers hired for the event escorted some to have their pictures taken with the director being honored.Â
The reality that youâd have to stand up on legs that felt like butter melted in the summer sun hit you all at once, and you grabbed Buckyâs hand before he could stand up. You gave him a desperate, pleading look, unable to find the words to ask for help.Â
But your boyfriend mustâve felt the way your leg trembled beneath his other hand, because he seemed to understand your plight. He glanced around before removing his hand from under your dress, Steve following his lead and doing the same.Â
Both men had turned their bodies toward you, caging you in and protecting you from the eyes of the crowd and the paparazzi. Bucky wrapped his arm tightly around your waist while Steve braced your arm under his, and they both helped you to stand.Â
It took a moment, and you swayed between their broad bodies, their scents swirling around you and making you want to sink into both of them. But after a moment, you managed to get your legs to work and hold you up with minimal help from your boyfriend and his best friend.
Once you were steady, you watched the boys exchange a look and then, in tandem, they looked over your shoulder and down at the seat where youâd just been sitting. You, however, didnât need to look to know what theyâd see, and your cheeks flamed with red-hot embarrassment, even as your core throbbed in arousal.Â
Steve sucked in a sharp breath at the same time Bucky chuckled, and you knewâthere was a wet spot on your chair. You tried to bury your face in Buckyâs chest, but he tutted at you quietly and gripped your chin to turn your face to Steve.Â
Your boyfriendâs best friend had waited until he had your attention, then he shot you a wicked grin before ducking down and wiping his fingers through the mess youâd left behind on the seat, cleaning up most of it. As he stood back up, he popped his fingers into his mouth.
Your whole body felt like it was on fire as you watched Steve lick your arousal from his fingers, his soft groans reaching your ears over the noise of the crowd.Â
âMm, you taste just as sweet as I hoped,â Steve murmured, crowding into you with a delicious smirk curling his mouth. Leaning in, his beard brushed gently against your cheek, making you shudder. âYou really are just as much of a slut as Bucky said, huh?âÂ
You tried to bite back a whimper, but the soft sound of desperation slipped free from your lips. âYes,â you mewled, meeting Steveâs gaze through both your sunglasses, feeling his hunger sear you to the bone while Buckyâs hands held you steady.Â
âCanât wait to bury my mouth in your cunt later, sweetheart,â Steve rumbled, nuzzling the side of your face lightly. You could smell yourself on his breath, and it made you tremble harder in Buckyâs arms. âGonna make you scream for being such a good girl and putting up with me and Buckyâs teasing.â
Your eyes were wide behind your sunglasses, your breathing shallow, and you couldnât stop shaking with desire. You felt like you might explode right there on Hollywood Boulevard, and Bucky seemed to sense that youâd been pushed to your limit.Â
âAlright, Stevie, thatâs enough,â Bucky said as he tucked you in beneath his arm. His tone held an undercurrent of finality, and Steve backed off, nodding as he gave your elbow an apologetic squeeze.
Then Buckyâs fingers were gently nudging your chin to lift so he could look at your face and check on you. Even through his sunglasses, you could feel his gaze roving over your face and you smiled softly to let him know you were ok. Bucky pressed a sweet kiss to your lips.
âYou were a very good girl, baby,â he praised in a soft rumble, swiping his thumb just beneath your bottom lip, cleaning away some of your lipgloss. âIâm so proud of you.â He brushed another kiss to your forehead and let your head fall against his shoulder, taking a moment amidst the chaos of the post-ceremony rush to hold you.
You snuggled into your boyfriend despite the warm summer heat in the tent, enjoying the comfort of his familiar scent and letting it relax you. You knew you still had a few hours before Bucky and Steve would take you back to the hotel suite your boyfriend had booked for the night, and you took the opportunity to let the desire in your body cool just a bit.
Too soon, a photographer was calling for Bucky and Steve and they left you to take photos with the director. You waited for them, long having gotten used to watching Bucky get his picture taken.Â
As you watched Bucky and Steve laugh together, throwing their arms around each other, you were struck again by how much at ease your boyfriend was with his best friend. Part of the reason heâd chosen to get a place in Brooklyn was that he said he always felt awkward at Hollywood events, and youâd squeezed his hand in comfort enough times to know that to be the truth.
But with Steve at his side, Bucky looked just as relaxed as if the three of you were hanging out alone, throwing his head back as his best friend made some kind of joke just for him.Â
It occurred to you that perhaps you should feel jealous. After all, you took great pride in being one of the few people who could make Bucky feel comfortable and relaxed. But instead you just felt happyâyou were glad Bucky had someone else in his life who made him feel at ease.
When the pictures were finally done, Bucky cut through the crowd to wind an arm around your waist, tugging you against his body and dropping his mouth to yours for a quick kiss.
âReady to get out of here, baby?â he murmured, a delicious smirk on his handsome face. You nodded eagerly as Steve slid in next to Bucky, joining the two of you and making a circle of three. You smiled at Steve, who gave you a devastating grin in return.
The hours after the ceremony went by in a blur. Despite your best efforts to calm yourself, burning need simmered low in your belly, ensuring your body never properly settled, even through the early dinner you shared with Bucky, Steve and some of their close Hollywood friends.Â
Your pulse seemed to beat in time with the watch on Steveâs wrist, your body instinctively counting down the seconds until your boyfriend and his best friend would take you back to the hotel and fulfill their promises of sharing you. You had to keep your thoughts on other things, lest you leave another wet spot on your seat, while you smiled and chatted through dinner.
The elevator in the hotel felt too cramped for the three of you, and you clung desperately to Buckyâs hand, your fingers twisted so tightly around his, you wouldâve worried about cutting off his circulation if you could think of anything else but the throbbing heat between your thighs. Steve snagged your other hand, holding it tightly and giving it an encouraging squeeze that you felt in your core.
The door to the hotel suite had barely closed when Steve pounced on you, his hand wrapping around the front of your throat as he backed you up into Buckyâs chest, his lips descending on yours as he took possession of your mouth like you were his to devour. You let out a small squeak of surprise before surrendering to Steveâs plundering mouth, sinking into the need and desire of his tongue as it stroked against yours.
Buckyâs hands circled your upper arms, holding you pinned between the two menâs firm bodies while Steve ravaged your mouth. Unable to stop himself, Bucky dropped his mouth to your neck, kissing the fluttering spot over your thrumming pulse point and nuzzling your soft skin with his whiskered jaw until you were shivering with need.
Then Steve was dropping to his knees, right there in the entryway of the suite, muttering something about needing to taste your cunt straight from the source. If it wasnât for Bucky holding you steady, your knees wouldâve given out at the sight of the golden boy action hero staring at the juncture of your thighs with such determination, it sent a quiver of anticipation down your spine.
Steve moved quickly, pushing your dress up past your thighs and ripping your panties down your legs, tossing them away. He crawled closer, throwing one of your thighs over his broad shoulder before burying his face in your cunt, groaning loudly against your slick folds.
Bucky held you propped up against his chest, his hands holding your dress up so the both of you could stare down your body and watch Steve feast on you like a starving man. While his best friend ate you out, Bucky pressed kisses and little love bites into your neck, murmuring soft praises in your ear.
Your boyfriend told you what a good girl you were, behaving so well for him and his best friend while Steveâs tongue buried deep into your pussy, his lips sucking on your clit until you came with a scream. Your spine arched, and you twined a hand in Steveâs soft blond hair while your other clung to Buckyâs arm, holding onto both of them as you shattered apart on Steveâs tongue.
After that preamble in the suiteâs entryway, it wasnât long before you were bouncing on Steveâs cock, another orgasm quickly building in your core.Â
The boys had divested you of your remaining clothing and shed theirs in a flurry of hands skimming over naked skin and low, appreciative groans. You hadnât been able to stop touching either of them, your fingers raking over hardened muscle and nails digging into golden skin. You felt drunk and gluttonous on the ability to finally touch them, really touch them, in the true privacy of the hotel suite.
As you fucked yourself on Steveâs perfect cock, your hands never seemed to stop moving, fingers digging into his pecs, his abs, trailing up the sides of his ribs until he was laughing and moaning at the same time. His face was a little flushed, rosy pink spots in his cheeks, and his mouth flattened into a determined line. Steve was just as beautiful undone beneath you as heâd been when youâd first seen him in person on Hollywood Boulevard.
âFuckâfuck, sweetheart, your cuntâs squeezing me so fucking tight,â Steve huffed, his hips working up between your thighs, impaling you on his thick cock. âFuck, âm gonna blow in your pretty pussy in no time if you keepâŠâÂ
He trailed off as the tip of his dick hit a spot inside you that made your whole pussy clench down on his hard, heavy length. Steve threw his head back with a growly groan, his fingers digging so hard into your soft hips, you suspected heâd leave bruises behind.
Not that you minded in the least.Â
It felt too good, Steveâs thick, hard length pounding into you from below, bouncing you on his cock so your tits heaved and you wanted to pinch your nipples, but you were too eager to keep touching your boyfriendâs best friend to tear your hands away.Â
Your gaze trailed away from Steve, finding Bucky sitting back on his knees beside you and his best friend, a satisfied smirk on his perfect mouth while he pumped his own cock lazily in his fist. His glimmering blue eyes were focused on the place where you were impaled on Steveâs cock, but when you whined desperately, his gaze flicked up to meet yours.
âYa having fun, baby?â Bucky asked, humor in his tone as he ignored the pleading look in your eyes. A drop of precum beaded at the tip of his dick and your mouth watered with the desire to flick your tongue over his cock head and lap it up. But then you remembered heâd asked you a question.
âYes, yes, but I need more,â you rasped, your voice husky with arousal, stuttering out of you as Steve kept pounding you from below. You arched your spine, sticking out your tits and putting them on display for the men while your fingers dug into Steveâs abs, hoping your boyfriend would take the hint,
âGreedy girl,â Bucky said, chuckling good-naturedly as he shifted closer on his knees. You angled your body toward him and he took one of your breasts in his free hand, kneading it with dextrous fingers while his mouth descended on the other. He sucked your nipple into his mouth and laved his tongue over it, still stroking his cock.
If Steve cared that Buckyâs cock was close to leaking all over his arm and ribs, he didnât say. Instead, the blond manâs eyes glittered with desire as he watched your boyfriend play with your tits.
âChrist, Buck, you get to fuck this pussy every day?â Steve huffed, awe and a little bit of jealousy in his ragged voice.Â
Buckyâs low laugh ghosted over your dewy skin. He gave your nipple one last affectionate suckle before pulling his mouth away, his other hand trailing down your body and between your thighs. Your boyfriend teased a fingertip around your clit, making your body jerk, a whine slipping from your lips that only made him laugh again.
âStevie,â Bucky began, light admonishment in his tone. He rubbed your clit, making you wail in pleasure as your body clenched down hard around Steveâs cock, pulling a loud grunt from the man between your thighs. âI fuck this pussy multiple times a day. You know how she feels now, wouldnât you fuck her every chance you got?â
âYesâfucking christ, yes,â Steve groaned, his chest heaving, hips rising up from the bed as he fucked you harder, chasing his release.Â
His wild blue eyes caught yours, Steveâs expression fixed into one of tenacity that made your pussy flutter.Â
âCâmon, sweetheart,â he rasped, his fingers digging deeper into your hips, nearing the point of pain as he pulled you down onto his stiff length. âCome on my cockâlet me feel you before I blow my load in your cunt, please.â
You didnât know if it was Steveâs âpleaseâ or his cock buried deep in your pussy or Buckyâs fingers on your clitâthough you suspected it was a combination of all threeâbut the pleasure coiling tight in your core snapped. Electric currents of ecstasy flashed through your body as you came. Tossing your head back, you screamed your release to the heavens, your hips working of their own accord, grinding your pulsing cunt mercilessly on Steveâs cock.
Your boyfriendâs best friend was right behind you, coming with a rough shout, the tendons of his neck straining with his head thrown back on the bed. His fingers dug so deep into your plush hips, you couldâve sworn they reached down to the bone as he pulled you flush against his abdomen.
He was so deep inside you that you could feel his cock twitch and the pulsing warmth of his come as it flooded your pussy. The sensation dragged another fluttering wave from your cunt, and you writhed against Steve, both of you eking out as much pleasure from each other as possible.Â
Buckyâs fingers didnât relent on your clit until you whined at the overstimulation, your upper body swaying almost drunkenly. Your head felt like it was filled with puffy clouds of pleasure as you slowly came down from the peak of your release, enjoying the way your body buzzed and your pussy fluttered around Steveâs softening cock.
âYou did so good, baby,â Bucky murmured into your cheek before kissing your temple tenderly.Â
A smile flickered at the corners of your lips as your eyes slid closed and you slumped against your boyfriendâs broad chest. You pressed your face into his sternum, inhaling the comforting, familiar scent of his cologne lingering on his skin.Â
For a long moment, the three of you stayed like that. Buckyâs hand trailed comfortingly up and down your spine, his lips pressing sweet kisses to your face, while Steveâs big hands massaged your hips to ease some of the sting from his brutal grip. You were still going to bruise, but you didnât mind having his marks on you.
Unsurprisingly, their hands touching you, no matter how gentle and soft they were being, had an effect on you, and it wasnât long before desire rekindled in your core. Your hips squirmed restlessly, feeling Steveâs cock slip from your pussy, his release dripping out of you and making a mess of both your bodies.Â
âBucky,â you whispered, fingers trailing down his chest and taking his hard length in your hand. Your boyfriendâs cock jumped excitedly against your palm, the tip leaking precum that you desperately wanted to taste. Siting up, you looked up at your boyfriend from under your lashes, the corner of your mouth curling in a smirk. âDâyou want my mouth or my pussy?â
A pained sounding groan came from Steve, drawing both your and Buckyâs attention. The blond man had thrown an arm over his eyes, looking exhausted, even with the smile playing around the edges of his mouth.
âYouâre killing me, sweetheart,â Steve muttered, but you could feel his cock twitching beneath your messy cunt, trying to harden again already.
Bucky laughed huskily, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck before he pulled you to him for a consuming kiss. His tongue plunged into your mouth and you wondered distantly if he could taste Steveâs kiss on your lips, but then he groaned into you and all thoughts scattered from your mind.
When your boyfriend finally pulled away, you were breathless with anticipation, your wetness dripping from your pussy to coat Steveâs already slick cock.Â
âYouâre gonna clean up the mess you left all over Stevieâs cock, baby,â Bucky rumbled, his hand cupped beneath your chin, fingers digging lightly into your cheeks. âWhile I pump your pretty pussy full of another load of come. Dâyou want that?â
You smiled and nodded eagerly, not even needing to think about it. âYes, please!â
Both men chuckled at your enthusiastic response as they began shifting on the bed, rearranging themselves to make Buckyâs words come true.Â
Steve dragged his half-hard cock from between your messy folds, making you whimper at the loss of him as the cold hotel air rushed in against your throbbing core. The blond man smirked a little smugly, ducking forward and capturing your lips in an apologetic kiss.
âDonât worry, sweetheart,â he rumbled when he pulled away, laughter in his tone. âYouâll have my cock again before tonightâs over.â He dropped one, last smacking kiss to your lips before shifting up the bed. He flopped down in the mound of pillows with a contented sigh and spread his thick, golden thighs for you to crawl between.Â
You bent forward onto your hands and knees and slid up the bed to settle between Steveâs legs, your fingers playing with the golden hair covering the taut muscles of his thighs as you pressed your face to his hip, leaving a lingering kiss against his skin.Â
You felt Bucky moving into position behind you, and you smiled against Steveâs abdomen when your boyfriendâs hands grabbed your hips. A shiver of anticipation raced down your spine as you kissed closer to Steveâs cock.
Bucky adjusted your body until your ass lined up with his lap. His cock pressed between your closed thighs, sliding through the slickness of your and his best friendâs releases to coat his hard length, and you moaned into the thick thatch of hair at the base of Steveâs cock.Â
Turning your head to the side, you lowered your shoulders so your boyfriend could see you nuzzling his best friendâs hardening dick, which was still soaking wet with a mixture of his come and yours. The scent of your release mixing with Steveâs while Bucky teased you from behind was a heady thing and your hips swayed from side to side, your pussy aching desperately to be filled again.
âReady for me, baby?â Bucky teased, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. He dragged the head of his cock through your dripping slit, making you whine and try to push back onto his stiff length.Â
Cutting your eyes over your shoulder, you gave your boyfriend a pleading look. âPlease, Bucky, just fuck me,â you mewled, arching your back and spreading your thighs as much as you could, presenting your pussy to your boyfriend the way you knew he liked.Â
You could tell by the way Buckyâs blue eyes darkened and dropped to the cleft of your ass that he liked what he saw. His big hands groped your thighs, then your ass, spreading your cheeks wide and grinning as he ran his thumbs along the seam of your pussy, pulling you open for him.Â
âWell, since you begged so prettyâŠâ He trailed off as he lined himself up with your hole, and then he was shoving the full length of his cock deep in your cunt.
You cried out in pleasure as Bucky speared into your sensitive hole, your face pressing against Steveâs cock, which jumped in response as if begging for your attention.Â
Looking up Steveâs muscular form, you found him propped up on the pillows at the head of the bed, one arm angled behind his head. His bicep bulged in a way that made your mouth water, wanting to trace the veins of his arm. Instead, you put your tongue to use on his cock, dragging the flat of it up the entire length and humming a satisfied sound as the taste of your combined releases filled your mouth.
âChrist, sweetheart,â Steve groaned, his hips jerking up off the bed, pushing his hardening length against your kiss-swollen lips as if begging for more.
You acquiesced to his bodyâs wordless plea, taking the tip of him into your mouth and sucking softly, swirling your tongue around the head, wringing a grunt from Steve. His hand fell gently to the crown of your head, petting you affectionately as you worked his cock deep into your mouth, your lips forming a seal as you sucked him to full hardness.
âOh f-fuck,â Steve moaned, a slight tremor working through his thick thighs on either side of your body. His fingers flexed against your head, but he didnât push you away or pull you closer. âJesus, Buck, you didnât mention your girlâs mouth felt like fucking heaven,â he ground out through a clenched jaw, his eyes flicking to your boyfriend over your shoulder.
Bucky chuckled, fucking you in slow, lazy strokes, seemingly content to watch you suck off his best friend.Â
You knew exactly what he was doing, taking his time to give Steve the chance to recover so the two of them could take you at the same time. When you and Bucky had first discussed details about inviting Steve to join you for the night, youâd admitted that youâd fantasized about being spit-roasted, and you knew your wonderful boyfriend was making sure it happened before he took his own pleasure.
Bucky groped your ass tenderly, bringing you back to the moment as he laughed at Steveâs comment.Â
âSome things you just gotta figure out for yourself, Stevie,â came your boyfriendâs snarky reply, but his voice was low and gruff.Â
You could hear just how much your boyfriend was affected and you smirked around Steveâs cock, refocusing on your task so the two of them could fuck you properly and Bucky could come.Â
âJust wait till you feel her ass,â Bucky went on, surprising you by rubbing his thumb teasingly over your tight rosebud. âMy girlâs tightest hole will have ya seeing stars.âÂ
You hummed a pleased sound at Buckyâs praise, wringing a grunt from Steve as the vibrations travelled down his cock, and pushed your ass back against the tip of your boyfriendâs thumb. He chuckled, pressing past the ring of muscle in your ass and making your entire body melt when all three of your holes were filled.
Your throat relaxed enough that Steveâs cock slid into it, and you swallowed around him, making his hips stutter up off the bed again at the squeeze of your muscles. It seemed to take him effort to settle back onto the mattress, his hand flexing furiously against your head.
âF-fuck, sweetheart,â he groaned, while you bobbed up and down on his dick. Spit and drool coated the length of him, slipping past your lips and down your chin, making a new mess on his cock. âYouâre gonna suck out my fucking soul if ya keep doing that.âÂ
You huffed a laugh before taking Steve to the root and looking up at him from under your lashes. His blue eyes were glittering with desire, but there was something else in his gaze, too. Something deeper that you couldnât quite name, but made your heart pound a little bit harder.
Looking away from his searing gaze, you refocused on sucking Steveâs cock and reveling in the feeling of Buckyâs dick in your pussy while his thumb stayed buried in your ass.
The three of you lapsed into silence, save for the grunts and groans from Steve, and the rumbling growls from Bucky as he kept his self-control on a tightly held leash and fucked you in firm, steady strokes. Your own sounds were muffled by Steveâs cock, but the soft, wet noises added to the small cacophony of pleasure filling your ears.
Finally, when Steveâs cock was twitching and so slick with your spit that he was sliding easily into your throat, he used his hand on your head to gently pull you off him. When you glanced up at him, though, he wasnât looking at you. Craning your head to look over your shoulder, you saw Bucky give his best friend a nod and you realized he mustâve shared your fantasy with Steve.
The realization didnât bother you, and you paused. It should bother you that your boyfriend shared something so intimate about you with his best friend, shouldnât it? But you found you didnât mind, because you liked Steve. Not only did you like him, you trusted him.Â
If youâd been able to think about it more, you mightâve realized that what you were beginning to feel for Steve was deeper than like and trust, but your boyfriendâs best friend was moving, dragging your attention back to the moment and the heat building steadily in your core.
Steve ducked forward to capture your lips in a quick kiss, tasting himself on your lips before he shifted up onto his knees, moving closer to you to line up the tip of his cock with your mouth. With one fist wrapped around the base of his length, Steve ran the tip along your pouting lower lip, leaving a trail of precum that you eagerly licked up.
âEager little cum slut, arenât you, sweetheart?â Steve rumbled with a low chuckle. He barely gave you time to grin and nod before he was pushing his cock between your lips like he was too impatient to wait for your answer when your hot mouth was so close to his hard length. âThatâs it, take my cockâIâll fill your slutty tummy with all the come in my balls.â
When he was buried in your throat, you moaned as loudly as you could manage, a shiver racing down your spine as you basked in the feeling of being filled from both ends. Buckyâs thick, hard cock was buried to the hilt in your pussy, his thumb still filling your ass, and Steveâs dick was pressed so deep in your throat, you could only breathe through your nose.
âCareful, Stevie,â Bucky warned, but there was more warmth than menace in his tone. âIf you keep spoiling my girl, you might have to join us more often.â He pulled his hips back, until only the tip of his cock remained inside you, before snapping them forward more forcefully against your ass. The sharp smacking sound of flesh meeting flesh met your ears and you moaned again.
âJesus, Buck,â Steve groaned, his cock twitching in your throat as he grabbed the sides of your head and began to pump shallowly into your mouth. âI might finally move back to Brooklyn if you promise I can fuck your girl with you on the regular.â He bit back a moan, gritting his teeth as he fucked your mouth faster, matching Buckyâs pace. âI donât think Iâll ever get tired of burying my dick in one of your girlâs tight holes.â
You purred in pleasure at Steveâs praise, the corners of your mouth curling into a faint smile as he spread your lips to bury his cock in your throat. Your boyfriendâs best friend grunted in pleasure and he shoved harder into your mouth, pushing your nose against his abdomen until you were fully pinned between the two men and impaled on their cocks.Â
It was heaven, your mind floating with ecstasy as you gave yourself over to sensation. The slick drag of Buckyâs cock in your cunt, fucking Steveâs come deeper into you as he pounded your hole while he used his thumb in your ass to pull you back onto his hard length. Steveâs cock was thick and throbbing and delicious on your tongue, your lips closing around him to suck on his hardness as much as you could.
âShoulda known the only way to get you back to Brooklyn was luring you with my girlâs pussy,â Bucky grunted, laughter in his voice. His hips slapped roughly against your ass, his free hand kneading your soft flesh and making you moan around Steveâs cock. âYou can stay with us while you look for a place,â he offered, his tone snarky despite his obvious arousal.Â
Pleasure swirled through your body, filling your head with fog, and it took you a long moment to understand Buckyâs words. If it had been anyone else, you mightâve been annoyed at Bucky for offering to let someone stay with you both without asking you first, but because it was Steve, you didnât mind. In fact, the idea of Steve staying at the brownstone you and Bucky called home sounded perfectânot the least of which because it meant he and your boyfriend could fuck you whenever they wanted.
Your response to your boyfriendâs offer was delayed by the consuming pleasure they were giving you. So you moaned your delight belatedly at what the men were discussing, making them both chuckle.Â
Steve stroked his thumb over your hollowed cheek, tilting your face up so he could look into your eyes while he kept fucking your throat.Â
âYou like the sound of that, sweetheart?â he asked, his tone patronizingly sweet. âAre you so much of a needy slut that you need two cocks to keep your cunt satisfied?â
Before you had a chance to nod or offer some other answer in the affirmative, Bucky huffed a laugh and spanked your ass lightly, the sound cracking through the hotel suiteâs bedroom.
âOh, sheâs definitely that much of a slut,â he rumbled, his tone thick with love and affection, making you purr again. âArenât you, baby?âÂ
Obediently, you nodded your head, bobbing your mouth on Steveâs cock in the process and pulling a grunt from him even as both men laughed at your response. The boys fell silent again as they focused on fucking you, but your boyfriend didnât seem able to stay quiet for long.
âIf you do stay with us, watch out, Stevieâmy girl loves sucking cock first thing in the morning.â
Your heart raced with excitement at the implication of Buckyâs words. It was one thing to be fucked by your boyfriend and his best friend in a random hotel room across the country from your home. It was another thing entirely for your boyfriend to let you wake up his best friend with a blow job.Â
You couldnât help but wonder if, in this hypothetical situation, Bucky was watching you suck Steveâs cock first thing in the morning. And, if so, was he in bed with his best friend⊠You began to suspect you and your boyfriend had a few things to talk about once he and his best friend were done fucking you.
âYou kidding me, Buck?â Steve rasped, pulling your attention back to the present. âWaking up and immediately draining my balls in your girlâs perfect mouth sounds like a fucking dream.âÂ
He groaned, fucking your mouth harder, his thumbs swiping away the few tears that were falling onto your cheeks. Your heart beat harder, loving the way Steve was with you, so rough and gentle at the same time. So much like how Bucky treated you.Â
âFuck, sweetheart, youâd always have the taste of my cock on your tongue if I had anything to say about it,â Steve cooed down at you, making you hum happily as pleasure swirled through you. Your lips curled, trying to smile as much as you could manage as you stared up at Steve.
âFucking hell, Stevie,â Bucky growled, sounding angry at his best friendâs words, but you could feel the way his cock twitched inside you.Â
Steve, though, wasnât afforded the knowledge of Buckyâs bodyâs reaction to the thought of your mouth always tasting like his best friendâs come and he laughed abashedly.Â
âSorry, Buck, âm sure you donât wanna be thinking about my cock while youâre kissing your girl.âÂ
Your boyfriend was uncharacteristically silent for a long beat, and both men slowed their movements. Steveâs hips stuttered to a stop with your face pressed to his abdomen so you couldnât look up and see what was happening.Â
The men mustâve been exchanging a wordless look because you could feel the energy in the room changing. It was uncertain at first, then tentative, then all-consuming.
âFuck,â Steve wheezed, his chest heaving with deep breaths as he grabbed your head and held you still so he could pound into your mouth.
âFuck âer good, Stevie,â Bucky rumbled, his command drenched in desire. âFill her mouth with your come, and coat her tongue in it.âÂ
Behind you, your boyfriendâs thrusts turned hard and rough, his thumb sliding free from your ass so he could grab your hips hard. His fingers dug into your plush curves hard enough, you knew he was going to give you a second set of bruises to match the ones Steve had left. Something about that felt perfectly right.
As for you, you were pinned so firmly between the two men, all you could do was suck Steveâs cock and moan at the ravenous pleasure burning through your body.Â
It wasnât long before Steveâs length twitched against your tongue and he pulled back until only the tip of his cock was in your mouth. He groaned loudly a second before he erupted in your mouth, filling it with rope after rope of his come, just like Bucky had told him to.Â
It covered your tongue and slid down your throat, and you worked to swallow all of it while Steve furiously jacked off the rest of his stiff length, making sure he drained every drop from his balls.
As Steve came, Buckyâs hand curved around your hip and slipped between your thighs, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it hard just the way he knew you liked. In just a few seconds, Bucky had you shattering apart beneath him, your body trembling as you moaned around Steveâs softening cock, the vibrations making one last rope fall onto your tongue.
Your boyfriend mustâve been holding out for your release, because at the first clench of your cunt around his hard length, he was groaning. Buckyâs cock throbbed in your pussy and he buried himself to the root, filling you up with even more come and painting your cunt with his spend.Â
The three of you writhed together as you each drew out each otherâs orgasms. Your mouth popped off the end of Steveâs cock to suckle on his balls, making him shudder and let out the most tortured groan that was music to your ears. Bucky kept fucking you through the aftershocks of your release, ensuring every drop of his come was buried deep in your cunt.
Finally, when all three of you were exhausted and sated, you collapsed together on the soft hotel mattress. Buckyâs arm wrapped around your front and he hauled you up the bed to settle on your back against the pillows between him and Steve. Your legs were all tangled together and you couldnât help the blissed out, happy smile that spread across your face as you looked from one man to the other.
âThat was fucking amazing, sweetheart,â Steve murmured against your cheek before pressing a sweet kiss to your sweat-slick skin.
Bucky chuckled but nodded his agreement, dropping a kiss to your shoulder. âYou were such a good girl, baby, you took both of us so well.â His fingers were dancing over your ribs, making you giggle and melt beneath their affectionate kisses and warm praise.
But something was niggling at you, a reminder of the moment Bucky and Steve had shared while theyâd been buried inside you. The words Bucky had growled to his best friend flitted through your mind and you cut your eyes to your boyfriend, before shifting your gaze to his best friend, wondering if either of them were going to bring them up.
The energy in the room wasnât awkward, but you could tell by the way they werenât looking at each other, and were only paying attention to you that neither of them was going to revisit what was said between them in the heat of the moment. Rolling your eyes to yourself and huffing a silent sigh, you reached up and grabbed Steve by the back of the neck, pulling him to you for a messy kiss.Â
He groaned when he tasted himself on your tongue and you could feel the corner of his mouth curl in a self-satisfied smile. But before the kiss could last too long, and too much of Steveâs taste could be washed from your tongue, you pulled away.
Turning to Bucky, you looked your boyfriend deep in the eye, a question in the slight raise of your brow. It took him a moment to understand what you were doing, but when he did, his gaze darkened with desire and his eyes dropped to your mouth.Â
Then Bucky was kissing youâno, devouring you. His tongue plunged into your mouth and stroked against yours like he was licking it clean. A deep, guttural groan shuddered through your boyfriend when he tasted his best friendâs come on your tongue, and you could feel his cock twitch against your hip.Â
Bucky kissed you until Steveâs taste was gone, and then he kissed you some more, his mouth worshipping yours in a way that stole your breath from your lungs. When he pulled away, he gave you a long, loving look, before his eyes lifted to his best friend.Â
The men stared at each other for a long moment. You waited quietly between them with bated breath, wondering what would happen nextâŠ
For years to come, Bucky and Steve would fight good-naturedly over who leaned in firstâwho took that leap forward to turn their friendship into something more. Both of them would boast that they were the brave one.Â
And every time they had their little fight, youâd get to tell Bucky and Steve that they both leaned forward at exactly the same second. That was the truth, and you knew because youâd been there to witness their first kiss.
Bucky and Steveâs mouths came together in a primal clashing of teeth and tongues, their lips consuming each other as they both groaned low in their chests. Years and years of friendship, and the something more that had been simmering beneath it, came to the surface, both men pouring their feelings into their kiss.
All you could do was watch, part of you shocked and part of you entirely unsurprised.
It was a wondrous thing to behold, your boyfriend kissing his oldest friend with just as much fervor as he kissed you after being gone on a long film shoot. They were both so gluttonous for each other, and you could feel the depth of their love changing as the kiss slowed into something tender.
Youâd have been lying if youâd said the sight of Bucky and Steve kissing hadnât rekindled the heat in your body that had been sated just moments before. But it helped that you could feel both of their cocks twitching and hardening against your hips while their hands buried in each otherâs hair.
Since you didnât want to ruin the moment for either of them, but you also couldnât remain still, not with your pussy pulsing desperately for attention, you slipped your hand between your legs. You trailed your fingers through the mess of wetness dripping from your cunt, pushing both menâs come back into your hole as you watched your boyfriend make out with his best friend in front of you.
You mustâve made a soundâor your thoroughly sopping wet pussy didâbecause Bucky and Steve finally pulled away from each other. Your boyfriendâs gaze dropped immediately to where you were fingering yourself, chuckling a low, filthy laugh.
âLooks like our girl doesnât appreciate being left out, Stevie,â Bucky commented, using his grip on Steveâs hair to tilt his best friendâs head down to look at your cunt.
You spread your thighs, showing the men how you were using your fingers to push their combined releases back into your cunt, letting out a wanton moan as you watched their eyes darken further with desire.Â
âMm,â Steve rumbled in agreement, flicking his gaze back up to Buckyâs. âThink we should do something about that, Buck?â he asked, humor in his tone. âAfter all, our girlâs been so good for us today.â
You whined a little at that, agreeing without words as you shoved a second finger into your well-used cunt, trying to sate some of the desire that was burning through your body with a renewed hunger.Â
âThat she has,â Bucky agreed, still talking to Steve like you werenât even there. Something about thatâabout both of them ganging up on you, made you hotter, wetter, and your thighs fell open even further.Â
Before you could take a breath deep enough to let out another whine, Bucky was rolling over and grabbing some lube from the bedside table and tossing it to Steve. Then the boys were hauling you up from the bed and arranging you on your knees between them, your back to Steveâs chest.Â
He was firm and steady behind you, his heart beating against your spine with just as much excitement as you felt in your belly.Â
You could feel Steve messing around with the lube, but your attention was solely on Bucky, who was pumping his thick cock in his fist. You could still see the sheen of your release on his thick length, but you didnât have time to appreciate that when he was pulling you onto his lap. Bucky impaled your pussy on his cock, shifting your weight to lay against his chest so Steve could spread your ass.
Steveâs cock pressed against your tight rosebud and both men used their hands to soothe your body and urge you to relax for them. Bucky cooed praises in your ear, telling you what a good girl you were for him and Steve. Your boyfriend caught your lips in a lazy kiss while Steve worked his cock into your ass, huffing and puffing the whole time.
âFuck, I can feel you inside her, Buck,â Steve wheezed when he was fully seated inside you. His head dropped to your shoulder, pressing kisses along your back while the three of you got used to the feeling of being joined together. âSheâs so fucking tight.â
You could practically hear the muscle in Steveâs jaw pop as he gritted his teeth. His cock twitched in your ass, making both you and Bucky moan. It felt so perfect, having them both inside you, filling you. You didnât think you would ever get enough of having Bucky and Steve inside you at the same time, overwhelming you as they pressed you between their broad bodies.
âMm, youâre making her tighter, Stevie,â Bucky murmured against your lips. Then he pulled back so he could look into your eye. âYou doing ok, baby?â he asked, checking in with you. His eyes were filled with concern, but it wasnât warranted.
âSooo good,â you moaned, your voice drenched in pleasure and a dazed smile curling your lips, âfeel sooo full.âÂ
You swayed a little, and your hands searched for something to grab onto, finding Buckyâs hand with one and Steveâs with the other. Their fingers laced with yours, their other hands on either side of your hips, holding you between them.Â
You couldnât stop thinking about how perfect and right it felt to be with them, before your thoughts were scattering at the sensation of them shifting inside you. A broken moan fell from your lips.
âI donât think sheâs gonna last much longer, Stevie,â Bucky warned, his voice a low rumble, his hips beginning to rock and fuck you on his cock.Â
Steve huffed a laugh, rolling his hips in tandem with Bucky. âI donât think Iâm gonna last much longer, Buck,â he rasped. âOur girlâs ass is so fucking tight, I feel like I could blow any second.â
You whined at the comment, unable to form the words to protest that idea, and Bucky immediately understood your distress.Â
âDonât worry, baby, weâd never get off without getting you off first,â he assured you, ducking forward for a quick kiss as your bodies writhed together.
At the same time, both Bucky and Steveâs hands slid down between your thighs. There was a moment of hesitation from both men, and you could practically feel them exchanging a look over your shoulder, but then their fingers slotted together, the tips finding your clit.Â
You didnât know which of them was rubbing you or if they both wereâand you didnât care. You just felt the burst of pleasure bloom from between your thighs and spread in a warm wave through your body. Your head fell back on Steveâs shoulder as you rocked between their firm, muscular bodies, their cocks filling you up so much you felt like they were imprinting themselves on your soul.
Though it was difficult with how tired you were, you kept your eyes cracked open, staring at Bucky and Steve, a part of you wishing theyâd kiss againâknowing they both wanted to. But instead, they kept exchanging heated glances, their gazes darting from you to each other.
Still, their hands curled together against your pussy as they fucked you and got you off together. You squeezed their hands in your own and they smiled, first at each other, then at you. You could feel something building between the three of you. Not just your pleasure, but something deeper, a bond that you knew was going to be the foundation of your new life together.
Spurred by Bucky and Steveâs cocks and their fingers on your clit, your release rolled over you like the crashing of a thunderstorm, shaking you to your core. The tightening of your body pushed both men over the edge at the same time, and they grunted and groaned their pleasure as the three of you rode out your releases together.
That time, when you collapsed to the bed, you were all finally fully sated.Â
Soft words and praises were exchanged as the three of you cleaned up in the bathroom, Bucky and Steve taking turns washing you in the shower before they scrubbed off themselves.Â
When you were towel dried and clad in one of Buckyâs t-shirts, Steve left the suit to grab his things from the room heâd also booked in the hotel. Youâd grumbled at that, not wanting him to leave even for a moment, but Bucky distracted you with a kiss while Steve ducked out.
While Steve was gone, Bucky used the opportunity to wrap you up in his arms and ask if you were ok with everything that had happened.Â
âBucky,â you murmured, rolling onto your back on the bed, pulling him with you so his head lay on your chest and your legs tangled together. âIâm more than okâeverything we did tonight feels right. Didnât it?âÂ
Bucky hummed in thought as you raked your nails through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp in the way you knew he liked. âYeah, it did,â he admitted after a moment. You could feel his smile through the cotton of your shirt a moment before he lifted up, his mouth finding yours in a slow, sweet kiss.Â
When he moved back to lay on your chest, he squeezed you tight, murmuring his love for you into your sternum, right above your beating heart. You carded your fingers through his hair, trailing them over his bare shoulders since heâd only put on a pair of boxer briefs to sleep in.
By the time Steve returned, you and Bucky were half asleep, laying entwined in the bed that was more than big enough for the three of you. Still, Steve paused at the edge of the bed, wearing his own pair of boxer briefs, and looked at the two of you as if unsure whether he should join you.
âRoom for one more?â Steve asked, and you could hear the hesitance in his voice.Â
A soft smile curved the corners of your mouth and you took a second to look at Steve. He was just as handsome in the dim light of the hotel suite as heâd been in the bright sunshine on Hollywood Boulevard, but you felt more than just excitement seeing him.Â
You may not have loved himâyetâbut you knew you could love Steve just as much as you loved Bucky. And you suspected Buckyâs feelings for his best friend were well on their way there already.Â
Steve wasnât just some Hollywood heartthrob to you anymore, or even just your boyfriendâs best friend. He was yours, and Buckyâs, just like you and Bucky were his.
Raising your arm to gesture Steve into bed, a giggle slipped from your lips when you realized you and Bucky had reached for him at the same time.Â
âThereâs plenty of room for one more, Stevie,â Bucky rumbled, beckoning his best friend to get into bed.Â
âYeah, Stevie, come cuddle,â you said, laughter making your voice lighter.Â
Steve shot you both one of his devastatingly charming smiles and then he was crawling into the bed and sliding beneath the covers. He curled into your side, laying his head beside yours on the pillow and the three of you finally settled down.Â
Before sleep pulled you under, you felt Steve and Bucky lace their fingers together against your hip, their hands holding onto each other as they both held onto you. With a happy smile on your face, you fell asleep, looking forward to starting the new day with Bucky and Steve.Â
There wasnât just room for one more in the bedâthere was room for one more in your life with Bucky, and you were so happy to have Steve join you both.
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first time with mha men
featuring. izuku m. katsuki b. shoto t. denki k. fumikage t. eijiro k. touya t. hanta s. (aged up 18+)
summary. reader/mha men help lose his/your virginity (f! reader)
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izuku midoriya
- itâs his first time, your experienced
- he leans more towards sub, but he can be a soft dom when needed to
- lets you guide him through it
- gets nervous and overstimulated quickly
- moaning mess, gets shy about it at first but you reassure him that you like it and he goes crazy with it, he mumbles, whines and whimpers a lot
- i feel like he would lean more on the girthy side and is average
- he can only hold out for so long so he cums quick but he has the stamina to hold out for 4 or 5 rounds
- gives the best aftercare, bathes with you, cuddles, snacks, anything you want.
âare you sure about this, izuku?â you ask wanting to make sure heâs comfortable. âmhm, please keep goingâ he says while heâs shaking, you can tell he canât control it but he canât help it, heâs never been touched by a woman before. you put your hands around his neck slowly moving them down to his shoulders where you held yourself up as you grinder against his dick, you both have been doing this for a while, feeling each others naked bodies rut against each other. âare you ready for me?â you whisper against his ear. he mumbles lowly while nodding his head, shutting his eyes waiting for it. you plop yourself down on his dick and you lost him. he starts shaking and hid in the crook of your neck as he whined, it all felt like so much. heâs never felt this good in his life, he thought to himself. he felt your tight pussy squeeze around you and he swears he sees stars, âf-fuck, itâs so much y/nâŠi donât know if i can hold up much longer..â he mumbles, kissing you rapidly against your neck.
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katsuki bakugou
- itâs your first time, heâs experienced
- he canât help his rough demeanor and is used to being aggressive so it takes a lot out of him to be gentle but he wants both of you to have a good experience
- he likes being in charge but heâs all about your pleasure, loves fingering you, loves having his tongue inside of you, loves doing anything that will make you feel good
- tries his best to reassure that he wonât hurt you, âiâll go easy on yaâ donât gotta worry babeâ âiâm gonna take care of you sweet girlâ
- grunts, groans, and every now and then he will moan and hear a slight whimper when he cums
- he will be submissive if you make it a challenge like saying âyou probably wouldnât be any good submissive anywaysâ
- girthy, veiny and a little above average, heâs a chunk of meat
- heâs a good cook so he will cook for you afterwards and watch you fall asleep as you watch a movie together.
heâs already made you cum twice from his fingers and tongue, he gets up licking your juices off your fingers as he leans in to give you kisses on your neck as he lays you on your back. being the only one naked, you start to softly tug and look down at his sweatpants where you can see his noticeable bulge begging to be freed. a small smirk appears on his face as he releases himself from his sweats, seeing his hard cock springing out. you blush at the sight and he teases you, âlike what you see?â which only makes you try and hide your face. he presses his tip against your entrance, âyou sure about this?â he asks pressing light kisses on your cheeks. you nod but that wasnât enough for him, ânuh uh, wanna hear it from that pretty mouth of yoursâ he looks you in your eyes. âyes, want you to take my virginity katsâ and he smiles as he enters you, causing both of you to tense up and moan. âfuck, sucking me in so much babeâ he waits for you to become comfortable around his length before starting up his thrusts.
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shoto todoroki
- itâs both of your first time
- he doesnât exactly have a preference, he doesnât have a high sex drive so heâs okay with whatever you want, he doesnât particularly know what to do but he trusts you with his body. once you guys get used to having sex more often, he gets comfortable initiating and taking charge.
- he doesnât know if heâs supposed to make sounds, heâs never watched porn but when you hit certain spots, he will start breathing hard and if you listen closely you can hear a slight moan.
- before you two had sex, you had given him a blow job and the sensation of putting his cock inside your mouth was weird at first but eventually he got used to it and learned to like it as he would involuntarily buck his hips forward to get deeper in your mouth.
- his cock is a bit more on the skinny side but heâs long, longer than katsuki and izuku. with a bright pink tip and pale base.
- he falls asleep after sex, he isnât aware of aftercare but you both just end up napping afterwards and he will wrap his arm around you in habit.
shotos eyes follow as you trail your fingers down his bare chest as he towers on top of you. his eyes moves down to your bare chest in front of him and you give him a light smile. âdo you want to touch them shoto?â you ask and he turns his eyes back at you and a slight blush appeared on his face, âcan i put my mouth on your breast?â he asks for permission as you nod petting his hair as he smiles before trailing kisses down your chest before grabbing one and sucking softly on the nipple as he plays with the other one. he doesnât know what about sucking your tits fascinated him so much but he started to grind his hips down on your clothed panties. after a while of repeating this motion, he lifts his face up and asks, âi want to have sexual intercourse with you, if thatâs okayâ. you tell him thatâs okay and he starts taking off your panties and pulling down his pants after. you grab his dick in your hand and put it in between the lips of your pussy, gliding the tip against your wetness and he starts breathing harder as he grinds his hips down against it, âi want you to put it inside me nowâ you tell him as you wrap your hands in his hair as he puts his head down to your neck and you press a soft kiss against his cheek. âokay. iâm putting it in now, i promise iâll go slowâ
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denki kaminari
- itâs both of your first times
- itâs chaotic. you both think you know what your doing, you both DO NOT.
- yâall both donât have a preference, after a while of having sex more often you will both switch roles but the first time is just pure chaos, yâall are both too busy trying to figure it out than actually getting to that
- denki does all of the above, moans, groans, whines, whimpers, barks, you resist the urge to slap him from the childish remarks he makes (he is so brainrotted it isnât even funny)
- âzoo wee mama, youâre bad as fuck maâ âdenki please stop talkingâ
- his shit is girthy and average, not anything too special, he calls it his lightning rod
- heâs a baby after sex so he demands you do everything for him and baby him because he claims he did all the work like the alpha male he is (he didnât do shit)
âfuck y/n this feels so good, youâre so tightâ he says as he grunts against your neck leaving a small smack on your ass, âdenki, thatâs my thigh.â you say plainly as he stops and looks down laughing, âoh shit, my fault, iâll put it in now!â he says leaving a quick kiss on your lips as he makes sure to guide his dick down to try and find your hole âoh i found it!â âthatâs my ass denki, we arenât quite there yetâ you roll your eyes at him. he finally finds your pussy and enters himself in slowly, âoh shit this is so much better than your thigh, fuckkkkâ he moans as he rolls his eyes back, you feel a shock inside you and let out a small yelp, âDENKI! control your goddamn quirkâ you say slapping his arm and he laughs a little, âdonât slap me, i might do it againâ he jokes as he kisses your neck. âYOU PERV!â
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eijiro kirishima
- itâs your first time, heâs experienced
- heâs a soft dom, heâs the sweetest in bed for sure, heâs very careful and considerate
- heâs pretty confident with himself and makes noise in bed but sometimes he likes to stay silent so he can listen closely to your moans and admire the way heâs making you feel
- âyouâre beautiful y/n, canât believe i have such a pretty girlâ
- he is the BIGGEST, he has a monster dick, itâs huge, longer than any of the boys, he is PACKING, heâs girthy and veiny too.
- he can only cum about 1 or 2 times but he can hold out for a WHILE.
- heâs educated on sex and how to treat a woman from getting advice from his friends, online, he even asked aizawa for advice which only ended up with aizawa saying âjust donât be a dumbass and donât ask denki for advice for godsake, can i nap in peace now?â
he takes out his dick from his boxers as you stare unashamed at the thing thatâs gonna go inside you. you would be scared if it werenât kirishima going inside you. heâs a sweet and nice boy so youâre sure he will be as gentle as possible. âi hope you arenât disappointed, itâs okay if you donât want to do it or anythingâ he says reassuring you thinking youâre staring at him because it isnât enough (heâs so dick blind đ) âno no, itâs perfect kirishimaâŠyouâre perfectâ you smile as you kiss him. he starts and he puts lube on his dick so it will hopefully be a little easier on you as he slowly enters you as you moan around his chest. kissing and touching his sensitive chest as you play with his nipples and he moans. âi love when you do that, you knowâ he says burying his head in your neck as you hum against his ear, âi know babyâ
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touya todoroki
- itâs his first time, your experienced (based this more on before he became âdabiâ in the sense of he is still living with his father and has a lot of anger build up)
- heâs either a MEAN dom or a BRATTY sub (he has a lot of daddy and mommy issues so it depends on the day type shit)
- when heâs mean he will grunt or straight up start laughing mid sex, when heâs bratty he whines and complains.
- âhey ainât it supposed to be my first time, yet youâre the one acting like a bitch in heatâ âatta girl, move that ass for meâ
- he was a sexually frustrated teenager so he watched a lot of porn as he would abuse the shit out of his dick, heâs masterbated in front of you a few times and youâve given him oral but he didnât want to rush into sex, that was until the day his father didnât show up and he was filled with anger coming home to you with anger and a hard cock
- has a breeding kink, wants to fill you up any chance he gets, loves seeing you covered in cum
- his cock is long, girthy and fat, his tip is always a redish color from how hard he gets and he has veins running up his shaft.
- uh what is aftercare?
touya walked through the door, eyes red probably from crying beforehand, âtouya are you okay? whatâs wrong?â you ask concerned from his quiet demeanor. usually he wouldâve cried in your arms or angrily rant about what happened but he just stood at the door quietly before finally speaking. âstrip.â he said bluntly staring at you in the dark room, âhuh?â you asked again wondering if you heard right. âI saidâŠâ he walked closer towards you like you were his prey before continuing, âstrip for me.â you felt yourself throb as you removed your clothes letting them fall to the floor as he picked you up and turned you on the couch, holding your legs up in a mating press as he removed his abused red cock from his pants, âyouâre gonna let me breed you tonight, ainât that right babyâ he said more in a demanding tone than asking permission. you nod and he leaves a slap on your ass, âuse your words.â and you moan, âyes touya, want you to breed me, want it so badâ and he lets out a cocky laugh, âyeah, thatâs a good fucking girlâ he says as he slides his cock into you without warning, thrusting hard as you squeeze around him.
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hanta sero
- your first time, heâs experienced
- heâs a soft dom, he isnât too hard on you but he likes being in charge but he wonât mind you riding him once you get used to his cock.
- heâs a moaner, likes praising you
- âdamn girl, youâve been hiding this from me all this time?â âdonât get shy on me, i gotchaâ âwould never hurt my ladyâ âjust a little longer maâ
- he knows you his so once you get used to his cock, he isnât shy in letting the bakusquad try you out, he knows that you know who you belong to.
- he will massage you (heâs great with his hands) afterwards or help you bathe, he likes taking care of his girl
- he has a skinny cock but itâs LONG and damn does he know how to use it.
- he gives GOOD oral. he loves when you sit on his face.
âgoddamn baby, you feel so goodâ he says as he has his cock stuffed in your hole while thrusting into you as he admires the way you moan for him. âsero, want more please, p-pleaseâ you moan out as he stares goes down to your nipple softly biting on your nipple enough for you to moan out and arch your back, âmore of what, ma?â he asks as he sucks the skin of your breasts, âput it all in, donât hold back p-please hantaâ you whine as you pull his hair sending sero into a frenzy as he pulls out leaving you confused, âw-wha-â your words cut off as he slams his cock inside of you fucking you deep as he hits your g spot, âthat better baby?â he cockily asks against your ear, nibbling softly.
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I have heard your prayers dark!max simps, rejoice now and go forth in peace đ
What You Need â„ïž
Max Verstappen x Friendâs Girlfriend!Reader
I got everything you want with me, I do everything he does times three. heâs what you want, what you want (Iâm what you need)
You've just started dating Daniel and find yourself spending a lot of time with his old team mate, Max Verstappen - who's dark gaze and wandering hands always seem to be on you. It's okay though, Max cares for Daniel as a friend and by extension you too, right? You have no idea Max had already decided long ago you were the perfect girl...just not for Daniel, but for him instead.
Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut, innocent virgin! reader, manipulative dark!max, size kink, cheating, very dubcon, somnophilia, drunk!reader, Daniel is a bad bf for plot, 4k WC
Max Verstappen stares at you across the crowded room, the dozens of drunk and dancing people at the house party he was at doing nothing to distract him. Youâre giggling prettily at something a friend had said, lifting an almost empty wine bottle to your pink glossed lips and not noticing the heated gaze of the 3 time F1 world champion. As always. He tilts his head, a lion eyeing a baby deer, studying your profile and ignoring the attempts at conversation people make to him.
Youâre a mystery to someone like Max - a guy who always has whatever he wanted. He drove the fastest cars in the world, fucked the hottest models, and lived in a penthouse in a city with the most expensive real estate. Everything he desired was at his fingertips - except you, Daniel's Riccardio's newest girl. He had no idea how his former team mate had found you amongst all the trashy influencers and plastic models in Monaco. Youâd recently started coming to the paddock, quietly cheering on Daniel in his RB garage several spots down from Max's own first place spot - and that was where Max met you the first time. You were a natural beauty, so sweet and innocent, easily got along with the others on the grid, and were smart, too - studying to be a doctor. And to top it all of you didn't seem to even care that Max was Max Verstappen, world champion - which only intrigued him more.
The first time you talked was when his car had skidded out badly on the RedBull practice track, leaving a nasty cut on his forearm that you had patiently sutured and bandaged, sweetly explaining how to look after his wound with a concerned expression. You really were the perfect girl, and Max had decided right there and then that he had to have you for himself. You were wasted on Daniel - and besides, you two had barely started seeing each other a few weeks ago, just âcasuallyâ the Australian has said. Daniel was an idiot for not making it official with you. Ah well, all the more easier for Max to claim you instead.
But you never seemed to have eyes for anyone but Daniel, which perplexed the Dutchman to no end. Max was the one in first place, in the top team that every driver dreamed about, the richest and fastest one on the grid - while Daniel drove as a second rate RB driver, a shadow in the glory of its primary Red Bull team. Yet you'd be beaming at Daniel excitedly as he finished P12, while only shyly saying a brief congratulations to Max in P1 at the afterparty. Max was never one for losing, though - he just needed time to get you to give in and accept everything he could offer you. There was no way you would be happy with a 2nd rate driver - no, he knew what a diamond like you really wanted was someone like him. And it had been easy enough to be around you more and more under the guise of hanging out with Daniel.
Like that time he'd invited you both to his yacht for New Years'. He'd seen your eyes light up in awe at the luxurious vessel, and later than evening when everyone had gone to bed but you were still out admiring the stars, he easily came upto you, large hand grazing your back, standing a lot closer than one might to a girl his mate was dating.
He'd casually pulled a diamond choker out from his pocket and held it out to you on a thick finger. Your eyes had gotten wide at the beautiful gift - big, crystal clear jewels with a dangling pearl "M" in the centre. To say thank you for fixing my cut, he explained. And the M for your last name, right? You had blushed and stuttered uncomfortably at the romantic gift, refusing to accept it - Max, is this Cartier? Oh my god, how expensive was this?
Max joked that his hands were a multimillion asset and you deserved a fitting gift for saving them. Besides, it's rare in my line of work to meet someone so genuine who actually cares for me. You'll take it, right? Since we're friends now? You'd felt guilty at his pouting expression, hesitating but having no choice but to say yes - it was just a friendly thank you, after all, right? He stepped behind you to put it on, his lips brushing your ear as he bends down to your petite height. He doesn't miss the way you shiver at his touch and smirks as he traces a large palm along your neck before bringing the clasp together. Wow, Max, it's truly so beautiful, thank you, you breathe, entranced as you look at the jewels - Daniel was so lucky to have such a caring friend! You completely miss how Max gazes down your cute summery off-shoulder dress, his height behind you giving him the perfect view of your delicious tits - where a pearl M now dangles just above them. He feels a delicious satisfaction at the sight of you in his necklace, on his yacht, and within his arms. Yeah, it's beautiful, he agrees, smiling with just a touch of darkness. Looks great on you. You smile back innocently, not realising the M around your neck didnât stand for your last name but rather for the M in Max.
Another time, you and Daniel had joined Max's extended group for a weekend retreat to St Tropez. Max hadn't seen you in a while, since you had been busy sitting final exams. But the wait had been worth it when he saw you in your cute little baby pink bikini and gold waist chain. And it had only gotten better when he found you later, dozing alone on a sunbed in the Spanish heat, your idiotic boyfriend nowhere in sight and leaving you unprotected to Max's predatory advances. You blinked your eyes open sleepily as Max set down a chilled G&T at your side. You thank him sweetly, too lazy to sit up properly and just lean over to suck up the refreshing drink from the straw, giving Max an enjoyable teaser of what you might look like sucking something else of his. Sorry I haven't been much fun, you say apologetically, especially after you've been so nice to invite me. I'm still catching up on sleep from my exams.
Max assures you not to worry about anything, telling you to nap to your hearts' content, making you giggle cutely. You look around, trying but failing to see Daniel and pout cutely when he's nowhere to be found. He'd promised to put sunscreen on my back, you explain, slumping back onto the comfy cushion with a yawn. I'm really sorry to bother you, Max, would you mind? I don't want to burn-
Max snatches up the golden opportunity, Don't worry, schat, he reassures, and you tiredly file a mental note to google that word later. I'll take good care of you. You smile at him gratefully, closing your eyes as he slowly rubs across your tantalizing caramel skin with his large, rough palms. You never notice how his steely blue eyes greedily roam up and down your body, but you do gasp in surprise when he slowly undoes one of your bikini strings, turning to look back at him - just have to get under them to apply it properly, sorry, you're a little burnt here, Maxâs apology sounds so sincere that you say Oh, of course, turning back around and feeling silly for getting worried. So you don't question him further when he undoes the other set of strings on your bikini top, your back now completely exposed for him, and his warm palms feel sooo good against your aching muscles that you accidentally let out a moan. This time you hastily apologize but Max chuckles, saying your shoulders carried the tension of a hostile terrorist-hostage situation. He offers to give you a hand with a deep muscle relaxation massage he uses.
You hesitate, not sure if this is pushing the boundaries of what's okay, but when Max says that he does this for Daniel all the time, you relax, surely Daniel wouldn't mind then, right? It's all too easy to fall back into a light sleep as Max continues to rub the stress out of your sensitive little body, his hands so much larger and stronger than your boyfriendsâ that it makes you feel reallyyy good in places you didnât know you could be. You're too content to care when Max's touches drift down your sides, grazing against the full swell of your tits, or when he goes lower, and lower, and your bikini bottoms are now undone and he's squeezing across your juicy ass, making you moan sweetly while half asleep. You're completely soft and relaxed underneath him, forgetting that your own boyfriend hasn't yet touched you in the intimate places Max now had. If you had looked back you would have seen Max lazily stroking his erect, big cock as he stood over you, taking some pictures for later as he spreads your pliant chubby thighs and zooms in on the wet slick that had started to gather in between your legs and drip down then. Smirking to himself with the proof that your body was so affected by him, he jerks himself off with rapid pumps, breathing heavily as he shoots a large load of hot, white streaks all over your tan ass. You hmmm at the feeling, jiggling your hips, but donât bother fully awaking to investigate as Max huskily leans down and whispers in your ear that you just needed a bit more cream there, sweetheart.
You nod, settling back into a comfortable sleep as Max rubs his cum all over your ass territorially, smirking darkly at how innocent you were. By the time Daniel returns to your side, he finds you still snoozing peacefully, your bikini tied back up in perfect little bows and Max long gone.
As the days went on you found yourself more and more in the company of Max, and you couldnât deny the flutter you felt sometimes now when you looked at the older Dutch man. He was so handsome, so generous, and so considerate of you - so much more than Daniel was - and you felt immensely guilty at the disloyal thoughts that would spring up. Especially since Max was just being a good friend to you but you were starting to develop all sorts of inappropriate feelings. One training weekend you decided to be a good girlfriend and took a freshly packed homemade lunch down to the Redbull track to energize your boyfriend.
Max caught sight of you first, and easily fed Daniel some bullshit about the RB social manager needing him to review an insta post - just on the other side of the track. By the time you walked into the garage it was just Max, who told you that Daniel had gone out for lunch, actually, one of his friends was in town. That French model, I think? Oh! Yep, the one who was in Vogue last month.
He didnât miss the flicker of uneasiness that spread onto your face as you were informed your boyfriend was out on a lunch date with a model. Oh, you say, feeling insecure and stupid that youâd come all the way here - but Max easily wraps a strong, comforting arm around your shoulders and reassures you, insisting that you join him for lunch instead and surely come for a ride, yeah?
He completely takes your mind off your worries by speeding you around in his racecar on a hot lap, and youâre screaming in pure excitement and delight, one hand automatically grabbing his large thigh. Heâs so much faster and smoother than Daniel, and you bite your lip as you watch him sexily manoeuvre through tight corners. Afterwards, your stomach is all queasy from the speed and he laughs and helps you out of the car, and you end up having a picnic by the waterfront with your homemade grilled sandwiches and slices of lemon cake. God, this is so good, Max moans as he scoffs down a second slice. Youâve completely ruined my diet. Danielâs so stupid to miss out on a lunch like this. If you were my girlfriend, Iâd never spend a meal away.
You blush at his words, feeling flattered but also a little on edge - it was a bit strange of Max to wonder what it would be like dating you when youâre dating his friend, right? You pick at the grass, suddenly avoiding his gaze and feeling guilty again. Max notices immediately, eyes narrowing, but changes the topic to ask about how your studies were going to which you respond enthusiastically. Afterwards, you thank Max for being such a caring friend and knowing just how to cheer you up. You miss how his jaw clenches at the word "friend", because he would much rather be known as your boyfriend - or preferably, husband.
Later, for good measure, because he never did things half heartedly, he asks his good friend - the French model on the Vogue cover last month - to swing by the RB station and greet Daniel, his mate whoâs a big fan and would love to meet her. Conveniently, the paparazzi just happen to capture the moment when she kisses his cheek, and within hours the photos have blown up about Daniel's latest fling and youâre being sent it by all your friends. It leads to a huge fight between you and Daniel, making you storm off only to end up calling Max, crying and apologising but asking if he would pick you up. Heâs all too eager, arriving within minutes in his sleek Aston Martin, all comforting and warm as you sob into his secure chest and he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. But despite it all you still shakily smile and thank him, saying you should head back and work it out with Daniel. You were just too sweet and loving for your own good. Max needed to step up his game plan - if it wasn't money, status or his charm, how would he sway you into his arms?
The final piece of the puzzle came together at the Barcelona Grand Prix. The Redbull and RB drivers all happened to be sharing a hotel that weekend, and as Max is walking back to his room one night he hears moaning coming from Danielâs room - the one that he knows youâre sharing with him. Being the perv he is, Max doesnât hesitate to crack open the shared ensuite door and see his naked ex-teammate rutting up against your plump ass, sliding his small dick back and forth between your asscheeks as you lay on your stomach - fully clothed in a shorts pajamas set, looking almost bored. Confused, Max tries to figure out what the fuck youâre doing - only to get his answer when Daniel pathetically whines please, honey, please can I take these off, I want to be inside you-
No! You snap at him, turning to face him with a glare. I told you, Iâm saving my virginity for marriage. Stop asking me. This is all you get.
Oh, shit. You were a fucking virgin? Maxâs jaw is practically on the floor and it takes him a few minutes to collect himself before he quietly closes the door and leaves to ponder on this new information. You really were the perfect girl for him. He was going to claim you in every sense of the word - until no one had any doubt about who you belonged to. He smirked, already hatching up a diabolical plan.
And that was how Max now found his gaze fixed at you, barely a week later, at this house party where youâd clearly had too much to drink. Swiping his phone out his pocket, he shoots a text to his very helpful friend the Vogue model again - this time asking her to help out a certain Australian driver who was quite sexually frustrated at the moment. Having sorted out the issue of your boyfriend for the time being, Max strides over to you, whoâs now all alone in the kitchen messily trying to pour another drink. Youâre dressed in the cutest little pleated miniskirt, stumbling on matching kitten heels, and Max feels all the blood rush to his cock as he sees youâre wearing the diamond choker he gifted you.
You havenât seen him yet so he comes up behind you, guiding your hands to pour the drink smoothly. You giggle, assuming your boyfriend has arrived, and rub your ass against his crotch. Daniel! You exclaim happily, turning around and burying yourself in the Redbull hoodie he wore. Mmmh, baby, youâre here! You love when he wears this hoodie, because sometimes you like to cuddle it and wonder - just for a few seconds! - if it was Max's arms around you instead. Not that you'd ever admit these illicit thoughts to either party.
Meanwhile, Maxâs eye twitches at the insult of being called the name of his supbar ex-teammate, but then youâre rubbing your pink nails all over his shoulders and back and pressing your soft, curvy body against his much larger frame and drunkly whispering have you been working out? Youâre sooo much bigger and musclier than I remember you being, itâs super hot!
Max canât help chucking at your cute antics, telling you letâs go somewhere more quiet, baby. Grabbing your drinks, he easily tosses you over his shoulder and exits out the back door to avoid your friends, slapping your ass for good measure as your miniskirt rises up, making you yelp in excitement. He definitely must have been working out because you can't ever remember when he has lifted you so easily before! He leads you into the dark and empty pool house, well and truly away from any prying eyes.
Throwing you onto the plush sofa, he purposely leaves the lights off as you squint up to see his dark, tall silhouette. You whine for him to come closer, asking where did the music gooo and after connecting to the speakers he drops down next to you. You climb eagerly onto his lap, excitedly yapping about how much you love this Redbull hoodie. His large hands automatically come up to rest on your ass, thick fingers sliding underneath your miniskirt and pulling your thong to the side as he begins teasing your slit. You instinctively grind against his leg, pushing back against his fingers, cause wow, baby, when did you get so good at this? You meet his eyes finally when you lean in to kiss him and you squeal in surprise as you realise just who youâre desperately humping. Mmmh-Max?!? Ohmygod what are you doing here-
Max is immediately annoyed that you seem to have come to your senses, but as you begin to pull away, he hatches a new plan. I just came to tell you the bad news myself, schat, he says earnestly. Youâre confused at what he means but he pulls up his messages and shows you a video (his friend works very fast, after all) that has you recoiling in disgust. But Max makes sure that you see every second of it - of the French model filming Danielâs pathetic scrunched up face as she rides him into oblivion, him moaning please can I come, mommy?
Max has to resist his snort. Fucking pathetic. You could do so much better - with him. Sorry you had to hear it like this, Max lies through his teeth, not sorry one bit, I just wanted you to hear it from me and not the news outlet. But you just climbed on top of me and began doing all this and I couldnât stop it-
His guilt trip works perfectly and youâre back to bouncing in his lap, teary eyes, saying Iâm so sorry Maxie, thatâs all my fault, I thought you were Daniel but I guess weâre broken up now, can I make it up to you? What can I do?
Bingo. Tilting his head, Max smirks darkly at you. Can you just use your lips to drain some of the stress, baby? It got all tense cause of your grinding. You widen your brown doe eyes, confused but he just guides you down with a strong hand to sit on your plump ass in between his legs. My lips? You say breathlessly, and Max nods, guiding your head to his crotch as you immediately start sucking on his straining bulge. Like-like this Maxie? You ask innocently, voice muffled. Not quite, Max strains through gritted teeth. Unzipping himself, he guides his thick length out against to rest against your face with a thwack. Your eyes go wide at the size. Maxie is much, much bigger than your boyfriend.
Ex, the world champion corrects, as you accidentally say it out loud. Heâs just an ex now. Now, you going to be a good girl and clean up the mess you made?
You nod obediently and sloppily take him into your mouth, choking and gagging as you go. Max moans blissfully as he finally has you, angling his flash onto your face - just to help you see what youâre doing, he lies sweetly - whilst recording the filthy blowjob heâs tricked you into performing. You moan around his length, Max is always so thoughtful towards you! Youâre determined to clear up any ounce of tension your earlier actions had caused him - not noticing that his cock is only getting harder as you coat with it your saliva and lip gloss.
Swearing at your eager mouth and nearly finishing early, Max sadly has to put an end to this as he has other plans in store. He manhandles you again, this time carrying you in his arms up the stairs and tossing you onto the bed. Before you can orient yourself heâs yanked his clothes off and climbed on top of you, asking you to open your mouth wide so he can check youâve drained him properly. You do so dumbly, and Max messily spits before shoving his thick tongue down your throat as you start moaning again. Mmh, donât think you got it all, sweetheart. Max says disapprovingly. Plus, you made me all messy with your lipgloss. How am I going to go back to the party like this, huh?
You go teary eyed again at the demanding tone, anxious youâd made Max mad. You beg to suck him off again, promising youâd lick up all the mess this time, but he sighs, running his hands through his hair and saying not enough, think I need to relieve it a different way. You nod eagerly, whatever you need Maxie, but squeal in suprise when he grabs your ankles and lifts your legs up over his shoulder, flipping your skirt up and ripping your panties in half to expose your dripping pussy. Maxie- Ohmygod, what are you doing, is this really- youâre babbling frantically, hearing a voice at the back of your mind tell you Max was taking this too far.
Max cooes words of reassurance at you, Shhh schat, this is the only way to feel better, okay? Youâll help me out, right? After I helped you?
You hesitate but give in, unable to resist your growing desire for the handsome driver. He grins cockily at you, leaning down and lapping at your intimate parts with his skilled tongue, saying he just needed to make sure you were all relaxed first before he started. You feel bad that youâre enjoying it this much, since Max has to do all the work himself, but it feels soo good, and you moan Maxâs name over and over as he starts sliding his fat aching cock in between your slick folds.
Almost there, baby, he hisses, sweat running down his back as he yanks your crop top off, leaving you in the sparkly choker with his initial across your heaving tits. He turns the camera back onto your blissed out face again, wanting to capture the expression on your face when he enters you for the first time. You smile back adoringly with your doe eyes, unaware of just how long of a night he had in store for you or how many times you would come apart on his cock, your precious virginity now all his.
And the next morning when youâd arrive on the paddock, meekly walking past the RB garage and straight into Maxâs Redbull motor home, he would reply to Danielâs confused texts with a picture of his hand across your bejeweled throat, hickeys littering your tits, so that there would be no more questions about what you were doing at Maxâs side. Just how you were always meant to be â€ïžâđ„
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A/N: GUYS I need to write some fluff after this I feel like Iâve objectified this poor man with like 7 straight smut stories in a row omllll
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New Audio: Easy Star All-Stars Tackle Bowie's Ziggy Stardust
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The Lie Detector Test
Hugh jackman x reader!actress
Warnings!!!: minors dni!!
mentions of: daddy issues , age gap (reader is in their 20s), smut (duh), oral!receiving, p in v, creampie (wrap it up), semi-public sex?, pet names (baby,princess), fluff at the end and lots of romantic kisses
lmk if i missed some!!
Words: 4.3K (i went a little crazy cuz I'm so down bad for this man omg)
A/N: This is the first time in years that I've written a fanfiction so pls be kind đ
You had just finished filming the latest blockbuster, and the studio had arranged a promotional event to build hype for the movie. The concept was unique and promised to be a hit: a lie detector test featuring you and Hugh Jackman, your co-star. The aim was to show a fun and candid side of both of you, offering fans an intimate glimpse into your personalities.
You remembered your first day on set with Hugh vividly. It was a sunny morning, and you were a bundle of nerves, excited and anxious about working with such a celebrated actor. Hugh had approached you with his trademark warmth, extending a hand and offering a reassuring smile.
âHi, Iâm Hugh. Itâs great to finally meet you. Iâve heard a lot about your work,â he said, his voice carrying a genuine note of friendliness.
You shook his hand, grateful for his easygoing nature. âIâm thrilled to be working with you, Hugh. Iâve been a fan for a long time.â
From that moment on, your chemistry on set was undeniable. Hughâs professionalism and charm made every scene enjoyable, and your natural rapport translated effortlessly on screen. Between takes, you found yourselves sharing stories and jokes, the lines between your characters and real life blurring as you formed a close friendship. But behind your confident exterior, you felt a tug of nerves whenever he was near. Hugh Jackman wasn't just any actor; he was the embodiment of the older, charismatic figures you'd found attractive for as long as you could remember.
You had always known you had some form of daddy issues. Growing up with an emotionally absent father, you had a tendency to be drawn to older, authoritative figures. Hugh fit that mold perfectly, and being around him made you acutely aware of your attraction to him. His deep voice, his kind eyes, the way he carried himself with such ease...it all made your heart race.
Fast forward to the day of the lie detector test, the studio was buzzing with excitement. The set was designed to look sleek and modern, with a large, imposing lie detector machine at the center. Cameras were positioned to capture every angle, ensuring that no reaction or subtle expression would be missed by the audience.
You took your seat across from Hugh, who was already connected to the machine by Lou, the lie detector specialist. The studio lights reflected off his charismatic smile as he settled in, ready for the challenge.
âReady for this, Hugh?â you asked, trying to hide your amusement and the flutter of nerves in your stomach.
âAs ready as Iâll ever be,â he replied, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. âJust go easy on me, alright?â
You picked up the first question card, the icebreaker questions designed to set a light-hearted tone. You both took turns answering questions about your favorite movies, childhood memories, and behind-the-scenes antics from the movie set. The atmosphere was relaxed, filled with laughter and playful teasing, showcasing the easy relationship that had developed between you two.
Then, feeling a mischievous urge, you decided to go off-script.
âOkay, Hugh,â you said, leaning forward with a twinkle of mischief in your eyes. âHow do you feel about people on the internet calling you âdaddyâ or 'father'?â
Hugh raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by the unexpected question. He took a moment to think before answering, âWell, I do have kids., so technically , I am a father.â
You tilted your head and smirked, not letting him off the hook that easily. âYou know thatâs not what I mean.â
Hugh chuckled, a deep, genuine laugh that filled the room. âWell, I donât mind i guessâ he admitted, glancing at Lou for confirmation.
Lou looked at the lie detectorâs readings and nodded. âTruthful,â he confirmed.
âGood to know,â you said with a playful wink. âThat was actually not a question on the cards. I just wanted to give the people with daddy issues what they want. You're so welcome.â
Hugh laughed again, biting his lip as he looked at you with a newfound appreciation. âYouâre something else, you know that?â
You felt a thrill at the way he was looking at you, the playful banter taking a more intimate turn. âJust keeping things interesting,â you replied, your voice softening. Your heart pounded harder, realizing just how much he affected you. You could feel your palms sweating and hoped he wouldn't notice the slight tremor in your hands as you reached for the next question card.
The rest of the session continued in a similar vein, with flirtatious comments and lingering glances exchanged between questions. Each time Hugh's gaze lingered on you a bit longer, your heart raced a little faster. You tried to focus on the questions, but your mind kept drifting to the way he looked at you, the way his voice seemed to wrap around you like a warm blanket.
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As the interview came to an end, you both stood up, removing your microphones. The studio crew began to pack up, the hustle and bustle of the set slowly fading into the background. Hugh caught your eye and gave you a small, knowing smile.
âHey, why donât we head to the dressing room? We can talk more privately there,â he suggested, his voice carrying a hint of something more.
You nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. âSure, sounds good.â
You both made your way through the winding corridors of the studio, your footsteps echoing in the quiet halls. As you approached the dressing rooms, the anticipation grew, every glance exchanged between you filled with unspoken tension.
Hugh opened the door to his dressing room, allowing you to step inside first. The room was cozy, with comfortable chairs and a small table with snacks and drinks. You took a seat, trying to calm your racing heart as Hugh closed the door behind him, shutting out the world outside.
He turned to you, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch. âYou were great today,â he said, his voice low and sincere. He walked over to the small table and picked up a bottle of water, offering it to you. âHere, have some water. Youâve earned it.â
You accepted the bottle gratefully, unscrewing the cap and taking a sip. The cool water was refreshing, helping to steady your nerves. Hugh sat down across from you, his gaze never wavering.
âYou know,â he said, his tone turning playful, âI think you might be even more captivating off-screen than on. Itâs quite a talent.â
You choked on your water, caught off guard by his flirtatious comment. Coughing slightly, you set the bottle down and tried to regain your composure. âThanks, Hugh,â you managed to say, your cheeks flushing. âThat means a lot coming from you.â
Hugh chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. âIâm glad to hear it. I was hoping I wasnât being too forward.â He paused, letting his eyes sweep over your outfit. âThat dress, by the way, is incredibly sexy. Itâs been hard to concentrate all day.â
Your pulse quickened at his words, the compliment sending a rush of heat through you. âIâthank you,â you stammered, feeling your cheeks grow warmer. The tension between you crackled like electricity, the air thick with unspoken desire.
He leaned forward slightly, his gaze intense and unwavering. âYou really do look stunning,â he murmured, his voice low and husky with that sexy australian accent. âIâve been wanting to tell you all day.â
You felt a thrill at his words, your heart pounding in your chest. The way he looked at you, the sincerity in his voice, made it hard to breathe. âYouâre not too bad yourself, Hugh,â you replied, your voice barely more than a whisper.
Hugh smiled, a slow, seductive curve of his lips that made your stomach flip. âIâm glad you think so,â he said, his voice a soft rumble. âBecause Iâve been wanting to do this for a while.â
The way he looked at you, the intensity of his gaze, made your breath catch. You could feel the tension building between you, the unspoken attraction simmering just below the surface. His hand moved from your hair to your cheek, his thumb gently stroking your skin. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you felt yourself leaning into his touch.
"Hugh," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.
He didn't reply, but his eyes said everything. He was as caught up in this moment as you were. His other hand came up to cup your face, holding you gently but firmly. You could feel his breath against your lips, warm and inviting. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in this moment.
His lips hovered just inches from yours, the anticipation almost too much to bear. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the magnetic pull drawing you closer. His eyes flicked to your lips and back to your eyes, seeking permission, waiting for a sign.
You gave the slightest nod, a silent invitation. That was all he needed.
Slowly, as if savoring every second, he closed the distance between you. His lips met yours in a soft, tentative kiss, testing the waters. The contact was gentle, almost feather-light, but it sent a wave of heat through your body. Your hands found their way to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.
The kiss deepened, growing more confident and demanding. His lips moved against yours with a perfect blend of passion and tenderness, igniting a fire within you. You responded eagerly, your body pressing closer to his, craving more of his touch.
His hands slid from your face to your waist, pulling you closer still. You could feel the strength in his grip, the possessive way he held you making your pulse quicken. The kiss was everything you had imagined and more, filled with unspoken promises and undeniable chemistry.
When he pulled you closer, you could feel his bulge pressing against you, the sensation igniting a fire deep within. A rush of heat surged through your body, making you aware of how much you craved him. Every nerve seemed to tingle with anticipation, and the space between you crackled with unspoken desire.
His hands roamed your back, pulling you even closer as his lips captured yours in a heated kiss. The intensity of it made your knees weak, and you pressed yourself against him, desperate for more. You could feel the evidence of his arousal, hard and demanding against your stomach, and it only fueled your longing. A soft moan escaped your lips, and you couldnât resist the urge to touch him, to feel every part of him.
Your breath quickened, each inhale filled with the intoxicating scent of him. Your hands moved with a mind of their own, sliding down his chest, over the taut muscles, until they reached his belt. Your fingers fumbled in your eagerness, trembling with the intensity of your desire. The thought of what was to come made your heart race, and you could feel the slickness between your thighs, a testament to how badly you needed him.
Just as you began to loosen his belt, Hughâs hand covered yours, halting your movements. His grip was firm yet gentle, and the dominance in his touch made you shiver. He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against yours, his breath hot and ragged.
âNu uh, not yet, babygirl,â he murmured, his voice a husky whisper that sent a delicious shiver down your spine. His eyes bore into yours, dark with desire and filled with a fierce determination that made your pulse quicken even more. âI want to please you first.â
The promise in his words made your heart skip a beat, and the anticipation of what he was about to do was almost too much to bear. Your breath caught in your throat, and you let out a soft whimper, the need inside you growing more insistent.
His other hand slid down your body, fingers tracing the curves of your waist and hips, igniting a trail of fire on your skin. His touch was both soothing and electrifying, and you arched into him, silently begging for more. The way he looked at you, with such intensity and focus, made you feel like the center of his world.
âHugh, please,â you whispered, your voice barely more than a breathless plea.
He smiled, a slow, seductive curve of his lips that made your stomach flip. âPatience, sweetheart,â he whispered back, his lips brushing against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. âI want to savor every moment.â
Hugh's hands were firm but gentle as he gripped your thighs, lifting you with an effortless strength that made your breath hitch. He set you down on his desk, the cool surface contrasting with the heat radiating from your skin. The room felt charged, every second stretching out as his intense gaze bore into you. Your heart raced, anticipation and desire coiling in your belly. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Can I take a look at your panties and take them off?" he asked, his voice husky and dripping with intent.
You felt a shiver run down your spine as you bit your lip, your body responding to his every word. You nodded, eyes wide and lips parted, but he wasn't satisfied with your silent answer. "I need words, baby," he murmured, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. His eyes held a command that you couldn't ignore. "Yes," you finally breathed, voice barely above a whisper. "I want you to take them off, please."
A slow smile spread across his face, sending a thrill through you. He slid his hands under your dress, fingers brushing against your thighs as he lifted you slightly. With deliberate, teasing movements, he peeled your black lace panties down your legs, letting them pool around your ankles. The air felt electric, every touch sending sparks along your skin. His eyes roamed over your now-bare form, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.
"Did you plan for this to happen?" he asked, his voice laced with a playful challenge. The question made your cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. You met his gaze, a shy smile tugging at your lips. "No," you admitted, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. "My granny underwear is in the washing machine." The confession hung in the air, vulnerable and oddly intimate.
Hugh's grin widened, his eyes darkening with amusement and desire. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "I think I prefer the lace," he murmured, his voice sending a shiver through you. The tension between you was unbearable, an unspoken promise of what was to come.
He knelt before you, his eyes dark with hunger and intent. The anticipation made your breath quicken as he placed his strong hands on your thighs, gently parting them and lifting them onto his broad shoulders. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through your body, and you couldn't tear your eyes away from his, filled with a confident, almost predatory desire. He paused for a moment, giving you a sexy look that sent shivers down your spine, before dipping his head between your legs.
The first touch of his mouth against you was like nothing you'd ever felt. You gasped, your body arching towards him as his warm breath and skillful tongue explored your most sensitive spots. He started slowly, teasing you with soft strokes, his lips and tongue moving with practiced expertise. The sensation was incredible, each flick and swirl driving you wild. When he began to suck on your clit, a moan escaped your lips, the pleasure so intense it felt like fire coursing through your veins.
You'd never been with an older man before, and the thrill of his experience, his confidence, heightened every sensation. His touch was commanding yet tender, a perfect balance that made you melt under his ministrations. His tongue moved in amazing patterns, drawing you closer to the edge with every motion. The excitement of this new experience mixed with the raw pleasure, making your moans louder and more frequent.
Then, without warning, he slipped two fingers inside you. They filled you perfectly, curling just right to hit that sweet spot. The sudden intrusion made you gasp and clutch at his hair, your fingers tangling in the soft strands. As you tugged, a deep, primal groan rumbled from his chest, the sound vibrating against you. The sensation was intoxicating, sending waves of pleasure through your body.
His fingers worked in rhythm with his tongue, and you felt a building pressure, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter. The combination of his skilled mouth and the fullness of his fingers was overwhelming, pushing you towards the brink. You could feel his own enjoyment in the way he groaned against you, his voice low and resonant, spurring you on. Every touch, every movement, felt deliberate and precise, as if he knew exactly what you needed, where to touch to make you come undone.
As the pleasure built to an unbearable peak, you couldn't hold back. Your hips bucked against his mouth, your hands gripping his hair even tighter. His fingers and tongue moving faster, more insistent. The feel of his mouth and hands on you, sent you over the edge. Your body tensed, and then you shattered, waves of ecstasy crashing over you. The release was overwhelming, leaving you breathless and trembling. He continued to pleasure you through it all, his touch gentle but unrelenting, until you were spent and utterly satisfied.
As you came down from the high, your breaths ragged, he finally lifted his head. His eyes met yours, dark and satisfied, a smug smile playing on his lips. The sight of him, lips glistening with your pleasure, sent a final shiver down your spine.
You were still catching your breath, your body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure, when Hugh pulled back and licked his lips, savoring the taste of you. His eyes darkened with desire as he leaned in, capturing your lips in a deep, searing kiss. The sensation was intoxicating; you could taste yourself on his tongue, a delicious reminder of the intimacy you'd just shared. His fingers trailed back to your core, seeking to reignite the fire, but you pulled away, breaking the kiss with a gasp.
"Please, Hugh," you panted, your voice laced with desperation. "I'm begging you, I need to feel you inside me right now, or I'm going to go crazy." The urgency in your voice was undeniable,your body aching with unfulfilled desire.
He chuckled softly, the sound a dark, velvety caress that made your skin tingle. "Oh, my poor princess can't wait to have Daddy inside her," he teased, his words dripping with amusement and lust. The nickname sent a shiver down your spine, making you bite your lip. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he watched your reaction, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you.
"Oh, so you really like being called Daddy, huh?" you purred, a teasing edge to your voice. "Well, I can arrange that for you." Your words were a playful challenge, a promise of more to come.
Hugh's lips curled into a wicked smile, and he pulled you into another heated kiss, his mouth claiming yours with a possessive intensity. As he kissed you, his hands deftly moved to unbuckle his belt. The metallic clink of the buckle and the rustle of fabric sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through you. You watched with bated breath as he stripped off his pants and shirt, revealing the chiseled muscles beneath. When your eyes fell on his impressive length, a gasp escaped your lips, louder than you'd intended. The sight of him, so big and ready, made your heart race and your core throb with need.
Hugh noticed your reaction and smirked, a dark, knowing look in his eyes. "It's okay, baby," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "We'll take our time." He reached out, his fingers gently caressing your cheek, the touch tender in contrast to the raw passion between you.
As he stood before you, your eyes roamed over his body, drinking in the sight of his defined abs and broad, muscular chest. You couldn't help but stare at how well-built he was. "God, Hugh," you breathed, your voice filled with awe. "You're so sexy. I can't believe how ripped you are for your age." Your hand traced the lines of his muscles, feeling the hard planes of his torso. "These abs, this body... it's incredible." You looked up at him, biting your lip, the admiration in your eyes unmistakable.
He laughed and positioned himself between your legs, his hands sliding under your thighs to pull you closer. You felt his tip graze your entrance, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through you. You couldn't help but moan, your body arching towards him, craving more. He paused, his eyes searching yours with a mix of concern and desire. "You okay?" he asked, his voice a husky whisper.
"Yes," you breathed, barely able to form words. "Keep going, please." Your voice was laced with anticipation and desperation, the need for him overwhelming.
With a slow, deliberate thrust, Hugh began to push inside you. The stretch was intense, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain as he filled you inch by inch. Your nails dug into his biceps, your fingers curling around the hard muscle as you adjusted to his size. "Oh my god, Hugh," you moaned, your voice breathless. "Fuck, you're so big."
A wicked grin spread across his face, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. "Call me Daddy, baby," he murmured, his voice a deep, commanding growl that sent a shiver down your spine.
"Daddy," you whimpered, the word slipping from your lips like a plea. The sound seemed to fuel him, his hips snapping forward, burying himself fully inside you. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect mix of pleasure and fullness that left you gasping.
As Hugh began to thrust in and out, setting a rhythm that drove you wild, the intensity of the moment heightened. The pleasure was almost too much, your back arching, head tilting back. Hugh noticed, concern flickering in his eyes. He reached up, cradling the back of your head with one strong hand, his touch gentle and protective. "Easy, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Don't want you hurting yourself against the wall." The tender gesture made your heart flutter even as your body surged with lust.
He continued to move, each thrust deep and deliberate, his eyes locked onto yours. The connection between you was electric, every movement synchronized, every breath shared. His hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he set a slow, torturous rhythm. The pleasure built with each stroke, an intoxicating crescendo that left you breathless and begging for more.
Hugh's thumb found your clit, and he began to rub tight, precise circles, sending jolts of pleasure through your already overwhelmed body. Your breath hitched, the sensation pushing you closer to the edge. His name fell from your lips in a breathless chant, a plea and a prayer. He picked up the pace, each thrust harder, more demanding, driving you wild with need.
"Come for me, princess," he urged, his voice rough with desire. "I want to feel you come around me."
The combination of his deep, commanding voice and the skillful movements of his fingers and hips was too much. You felt the tension in your body coil tighter and tighter, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. With a final, powerful thrust, you shattered, your body convulsing around him as the orgasm tore through you. You cried out, the pleasure so intense it left you shaking.
Hugh groaned, the sound low and primal, as he felt you tighten around him. His movements became erratic, his grip on your hips tightening as he chased his own release. With a deep moan, he followed you over the edge, his release hot and deep inside you. The sensation sent a final wave of pleasure through your body, leaving you breathless.
As the aftershocks of your orgasms faded, Hugh leaned down and kissed you softly, his lips gentle and tender. The touch was a sweet contrast to the raw, passionate encounter you'd just shared. His hands caressed your skin, soothing you as you both came down from the high, the connection between you lingering in the air.
The room was silent except for your labored breaths, the intensity of the moment leaving you both in awe. Hugh pulled you close, his arms wrapping around you in a protective embrace. The warmth of his body, the steady beat of his heart, and the soft whispers of comfort and affection made you feel cherished and adored. It was more than just a physical connection; it was a moment of pure, unadulterated intimacy that left you both craving more.
Just as you were catching your breath, a loud knock echoed from the door, making you both jump. You barely had time to react before you heard Ryan's voice, muffled but clear. "Hey, guys, next time be more subtle, okay?" His tone was teasing, but there was no mistaking the hint of amusement. You blushed furiously, burying your face in Hugh's chest as he chuckled softly, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Noted," Hugh called back, his voice laced with humor. He looked down at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Guess we'll have to be quieter next time, huh, princess?" He stroked your cheek tenderly, his expression softening. The playful moment broke the tension, leaving you both laughing softly, the bond between you stronger than ever.
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Cauldron-born | Part 2
Pairing: Azriel x fem reader
Word count: 4.1K
Summary: When an unexplainable energy pulls the Inner Circle to barge into the Day court, they're all shocked at what they find. But it's Azriel who can't help wonder if his dreams have finally been answered.
Part 1
A cackle pierced through you as Cressida looked upon you with a devilish glint.
âYou believe you are a witch?â Her tone caught you off guard. Her patronisation questioning everything you had ever held to be true. Surely you were? It was the only thing that made some sense. Your brows furrowed tightly as you regarded the woman who had offered you shelter and refuge over the past few years.
Her laughing died down, her beautiful skin perfect by the ruins and spells sheâd used for centuries, not displaying a single crease visible upon her flesh.
âOh child what an easy life this would have been if we were more akin.â
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You sat upright with a jolt, the murmuring of a dreamâ a memory whispering at the corners of your mind. Your heart swelling with the familiarity of someone you missed, despite her disposition, her cruel tone, that mean glint in her eyeâ you missed her. But as you felt the plush sheets beneath your body you knew you were no longer in the witches cottage at the corners of The Middle.
You had left that plagued land a while ago now.
A soft rap roused you from your thinking. The usual wake up call must have been the noise to stir you from your slumber in the first place, a familiar rumble of a tone behind the oak doors.Â
âCome in,â you replied softly. Your feet swinging off the side of the bed, as you walked towards the large curtain that hung from the high ceilings to the dark obsidian floor beneath your feet.
It should have been cool to the touch under your toes, but the house had a magical way of ensuring your comfortâ always.
You heard the bedroom door swing open, your back to the welcomed guest as your fingers dropped from the luxe curtain fabric you had just pulled, inviting the warmth of the morning sun into your rooms.
âBlessed be my morning star, did you sleep well?â A deep sing-song tone bellowed into the room, a playfulness dancing on his words.
You cringed under the greeting, choosing not to turn to show your disdain at his choice of greeting and nickname. The sun was only just rising, sending splintered beams of light across your bedroom floor and walls.
âHelion, must you greet me in such a way?â He could practically hear the way you rolled your eyes and cringed at his words. You hadnât turned to him yet, your gaze settling on the tops of the city below that the curtains had just revealed.
The view from your bedroom had changed more frequently in recent years. No longer the welcomed view of your childhoodâ the farm fields you grew up in, the misty fog that covered the northern part of the continent that you had always found comfort in.
No longer the harsh winding forest, dark trees that looked more like creatures that lurked outside the witches cottageâ Cressidaâs homeâ if you could even call it a home. Her den, rooted in The Middle.
No longer the glistening golden rooftops of Day, the sparkling white walls that danced the sunlight off the buildings in a way that made the whole court shimmer.
Instead, the panes of glass showed three mountainous peaks, dusted with snow in the distance and a city belowâ Velaris, the city of starlight.
Or the city of slumber. You were not well acquainted with the routines of the Night court residents. Them usually rousing from sleep well later into the day. However it did make your mornings quieter.
The auras of people settled in sleep, their noise, their colours dimming as you watched the kaleidoscope of energy dance lazily along to rooftops. It would be beautiful, if it wasnât so loud.
You winced slightly at the sight, the lights and colours nudging on your mind. Poking and prodding a little harder than they had yesterday. It had been several days since Helionâs spell. A string of wryds to help contain your abilityâ dim it down, to subdue it, make it more bearableâ but the spell was wearing thin.
Ever since that nightâthat fateful night where you almost left this worldâ your ability had been at a loss. Something that had always been as easy as breathing, as easy as a crisp night breeze filling your lungs, was now overwhelming and terrifying. If it wasnât for Helion and his spell cleaving you're not even sure youâd still be here, in fact youâre certain it would have consumed you.Â
As beautiful as the auras of the world were, if you couldnât control itâ it would be the death of you.Â
âHow are you feeling?â You had finally turned to Helion now, his question lingering in the air.Â
How were you feeling?Â
You could see, feel, taste Helionâs energy in front of you. A golden glow, so fitting for the High Lord of Day. It beamed within him like an orb of sunlight. You couldnât touch it though, not like you used to, not like when you were a child and you used the naively play with creatures auras like a toy. Not like how Cressida had taught you to toy with peopleâs auras which was far from play.
That sense of control had broken, leaving jagged scars across your body to match.
Your hands, almost subconsciously went to touch the rugged scar that ran from your shoulder down to your torso. It tingled under your thoughts, but you pulled your hand back. Not allowing another moment to be wasted on what had happened and the marks it had left on you.Â
That was why you needed Helion and his spells. He had a way of dimming it with his own power, making it easier for you to navigate your day-to-day without being utterly consumed by the noise and colours of everyone else.
âI feel okay actually,â you had responded, your eyes moving up to the lines on your friends face. He smiled softly at you.
âThis is the longest youâve been without us having to spell cleave, but todayââ
âToday could be a noisy day,â you finished his sentence, understanding what he was implying.
Tody, you were to begin training with the Valkyries.
âThose priestesses are already a bundle of emotions when they pass you, I think resealing the spell would be wise. Amren agrees.âÂ
Well then, it wasnât really up for debate.Â
You cocked a brow at Helion before moving towards the table in your room. That was now adorned with breakfast, courtesy of the house of course. Helion folded his arms across his broad chest. He still wore the colours of Day, white and pristine, glittered in gold jewellery along his wrists, earrings bejewelled with sunlight themselves. Grand and beautiful, just like him. However he looked so out of place against the dark background of the Night interior. As ornate as the House of Wind was, Helion didnât fit.Â
No, he belonged among his own court, but the High Lord of day had left his court to accompany you. That in itself was such a large display of loyalty. You swallowed your guilt as you sat at the table, spreading butter across the warm toast and taking a bite.Â
âBut of course the decision is always yours to make y/n,â Helion spoke, his tone as warm as the butter melting upon your breakfast.
They only wanted what was best for you, you knew that. Reminded yourself in moments like these. But you couldnât help the feelings that slipped up to the surface. Since youâd come to the Fae courts and discovered who you wereâwhat you were. Every piece of guidance came with a weight you felt like you couldnât refuse.Â
You were the Motherâs daughterâ Blessed beâ you had status, respect, powerâ to do as you please, but that came with a responsibility that felt too heavy to bear. Every decision you made had to be considered, because it didnât only affect you but the entire world and the peoples and creatures within it.
That meant, even if you wanted to try and push another day without the spell. See how far you could go as the spell thinned, you couldnât risk it. As it wasnât only you who it would endanger, but every living thing.
When Helion had found youâ a shattered version of yourselfâ heâd spent the time piecing you back together. Perhaps out of duty to begin with, but somewhere along that journey a genuine friendship grew. However that would never negate from who you were, and what you were born to doâ what your lifeâs duty was to be, and what he, what Amren, whatever everyone else on this island needed to do ensure you accomplished it.
âLetâs reseal the spell,â you muttered before taking another chomp of your toast, a softer look on your eyes this time. ââŠafter breakfast.â
Helion smiled warmly, joining you at the table as he had done now every morning since he saved you.
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The simmering of the fresh spell lingered on your skin, Helionâs magic coursing an invisible shield around you. The spell acting as a filter to the aura you were always so sensitive to.
The early days of his spells were always the nicest, at least they were nowadays. After building your tolerance back up with Helion, the first week of his spell usually lasted with minimal discomfort. He always had to be near though, his rooms were only down the hall to yours.
Sometimes your tolerance was less, or someone or some creatureâs aura louder than usual that you needed him to reseal. It was why for the past year heâd essentially been attached to you at the hip, like a doting father or brother. And then there was Amrenâ doting wasnât the word you would use. But she was always there too now. Out of duty of course, the way sheâd collapsed down to her knees in your first encounter revealed how strongly her loyalty would lie to you.
Or lie to what you stood for.
Amren, the ancient one knew what your existence meant. Felt it in her bones, remembered the murmurings of stories and prophecies she listened to back in her own adolescent years. She knew what was coming, and knew how important it was that the Motherâs daughter had her ability under control.
So here you were, stood before Helion and Amren like a girl on her first day of school. Helion tightened one of the straps on the leathers you had been told to wear. He couldnât attend the training class, only approved males were sanctioned so he would stay the floor below. In a waiting room. A handful of books already tucked under his arm.
âStop fussing over the girl,â Amren snapped, her expression as hard as it always was. Despite her being utterly devoted to you and your protection, that dedication did not come with a slither of a smile.
You may have found her scary, if she didnât remind you so much of someone you missed.
Helion gave you a knowing look before playfully winking at you. His large hands coming to squeeze your shoulders.
âHow do you feel?â He asked, ignoring Amren at his side.
âThe world is quiet once more,â you replied in a slightly chipper tone that garnered a smile from Helion.
He tapped the top of your head, âIf we need to reseal, or something triggers it you leave right away, okay?â
You nodded in response along with a hum in agreement. This training was supposed to do the opposite of just that, however there were concerns. After the inner circle had barged their way into the Day Court a month ago, after Helion revealed who you wereâ a lot had changed.
Your belongingsâ which wasnât very manyâ were packed up, along with you and Helion as you were practically shipped to the Night Court. You realised when you arrived how this had always been Helionâs intention. Why heâd taken the time to tell you the names of the Night Courts inner circle all those months ago. It was because they held significance in your journey.
The Night Court was safer, Velaris having an ancient spell that had protected it for so long. Amren was to teach you, she had knowledge that even Helionâs libraries didnât share. There was Rhys too, with his mind and magic who was a crucial part to play in you regaining control of your power.
And now there were the Valkyries, who you were to train with.
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You leaned against the railing of the rooftop, your eyes dancing upon the still sleeping city. It was quieter now, thanks to Helion. No noise and colours probing into your mind.
It was peaceful, and yet so lonely. When you had full control of your ability, back when it felt like an extension of you. You could slip in and out of it with ease, danced with it, sung with it. Now, it felt like a headache that could only be dulled with Helionâs magic.
âIt is the mind-stilling which is a priority in your training. I believe it could be key to you regaining control over your abilities. You will train with the Valkyrieâs everyday until you master it.â Amren spoke. You didnât turn to look at her, your eyes still gazing onto the cityscape below. Your mind wandering to what the people below were up to, what they may have been dreaming of. Thinking back to a time when your life was much simpler, when the most daunting part of your week was whether one of the village boys would fancy you.
You stopped yourself there. Stopped yourself from indulging and reminiscing in the past. The continent was so far away now, as was that version of you.
âWhat if it doesnât work?â You turned to Amren, concern evident in your tone. The sun kissing your face as your brows furrowed.
She was sat in the shade, back against the cool stone wall of the house, âIt has to.â
A silence settled between you both. Amren was right, this had to work because Mother be damned if it didnât.
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Nesta cringed as she watched the priestesses fuss. She had told them to be on their best behaviour, but in the presence of a living deity the females couldnât help themselves.
They blushed and whispered, giggled and muttered words of prayer, some even curtseying as soon as they stepped onto the rooftop. Rollings of âBlessed beâ harmonised from their tongues and even Gwynâs eyes widened in the presence of you. The female looked ready to burst with excitement.
There was something about your presence that was otherworldly, not just in your beauty but in the way you moved among the earth spoke of grace. Nesta couldnât believe her eyes when she had found out youâd grown up on the continent on a farm and then The Middleâ with a witch! And yet there was a regality that existed within you that couldnât be taught, it had just always been, you had been born with it, cauldron-born to be exact.
You stood in front of them all, your own embarrassment from the fuss evident in your averting gaze. Gentlyâ with delicate graceâ you bowed your head towards the priestesses, responding appropriately with a whispering âBlessed be,â which only seemed to elicit more noise from the females. Enough noise that it took you a beat to notice the gust of wind that blew across your face as a shadow blocked out the sun for a moment. With a thud two large Illyrian males landed in the middle of the rooftop balcony.
Helionâs spell had been working fine till now, not a whisper or a simmering of auraâ till you saw him.
Felt him, scented him.
In a flurry of steps you found your back pressed against the railing on the rooftop. The very presence of someone causing your feet to stumble back, hands clutching the railing tightly in a blur of a moment. He was here. The very male you often found yourself dreaming of when your mind wasnât caught in the past.
Azriel.
Amren had launched from her place, she had been watching you so closely that even just a tremor of difference she would notice. But it wasnât just Amren who had stepped towards you, the Shadowsinger himself had taken several large strides since landing as if heâd also always been watching.
âDo I need to get Helion?â Amren asked with an urgency in her tone.
Your breaths were shallow, your gaze falling to your feet as you tried to focus. You had been caught off guard, in the silence of spell you hadnât expected any noise at all. You hadnât been affected by the lively group of priestesses, Nestaâs silver aura hadnât been licking at your mind or even the thousands of people in the city below hadnât affected you.
But him. He had triggered something, somehow.
Azriel looked upon you with a concern that felt heavy. Hesitant as he stood only a step behind Amren.
Had he startled you? When him and Cassian had landed? Azriel couldnât deny he had rushed to this training session, after spending the month on a mission. Rhys had sent word that you were to begin training, and the swell in Azrielâs chest was enough to have Cassian trying to keep up to the Spymaster on their entire flight home.
Azrielâs eyes wandered over you, his shadows whispering their own concerns. They had noticed your nerves, just as he had noticed them during his first encounter with you. It was his job to notice the little things, his duty as spymaster to notice the things others couldnât, but even he couldnât explain why he felt so attuned to you.
The morning breeze gently blew across your face, pulling the pieces of hair that were loose from your braid. You had calmed yourself, calmed yourself enough to raise your head to the audience on the rooftop. He could see you now, fully, for the first time in a month, and Azriel forgot how to breathe.
Divine.
He thought it was his shadows that whispered it, but maybe it was his own thoughts too. You were the most beautiful creature heâd ever laid his eyes onâ angelic and saintly.
Divine was the only word for it.
Divine, divine, divine. His shadows sang.
âNo, I am fine,â you finally replied to Amren. She looked at you sceptically, a look in her face that told you if you were lying then there would be hell to pay. You repeated yourself though, stepping away from the railing you had pressed yourself against.
You couldnât bring yourself to look at him, not yet. Not after what he had just triggered, that tightness in your chest was new and overwhelming to say the least. It was different though, to the way auras usually felt that left you with confusion and questions to why the Shadowsinger felt, smelt, tasted so different to everyone else.
You were grateful for the male beside him who decided to speak. âSorry we probably startled you, just dropping from the sky like thatâ we tend to do that sometimes.â It was Cassian who had spoken, a warmness in his tone that reminded you of Helion. There was a twinkle in his eye of light-heartedness that seemed to dissipate the unease that had settled among the group.
You offered him a soft smile that only seemed to spur him on. His tone bellowing as he outstretched his arms in introduction, âIâm Cassian, and this isââ
âAzriel,â you finished his sentence for him. Not being able to stop yourself from saying his name out loud. Not being able to stop yourself from finally looking at him.
âRight, Azriel. Youâve already met,â Cassian replied, a look in his eye as he glanced between his brother and you.
It wasnât fair. Wasnât fair how much lovelier he was than in your dreamsâ which you didnât think could be possible. The handsome lines of his tanned face, the dark hair that fell in loose curls and those large wings that were tucked behind his back. Your eyes dragged across him, finally landing on his own gaze. How it brought you back to that first moment you met himâhow he had trapped you in his gaze back in the courtyard of Day.
âAnd Iâm Gwyn,â the words had practically burst from the red-headed female. Her deciding now was clearly the right time to introduce herself, not that you minded. In fact if she hadnât you may have just stared at the Shadowsinger all day, ââŠand I think I can speak on behalf of us all, but it is truly an honour that you wish to train with us.â
There were some murmurings from the priestesses then, as if in agreement and even Cassian tipped his head in bow towards you.
There it was again, that weight you held. Crushing and terrifying, they put you an a pedestal, showered you with adoration you werenât too sure you deserved. With subtle strain you forced a gentle smile onto your lips.
âThe honour is all mine Gwyn,â and you meant it. The people on this balcony had earned that praise more than you ever had.
âShe just said my name,â Gwyn whispered in disbelief to her friends, her cheeks going rosy at the recognition. Nesta simply rolled their eyes, Emery teasingly nudged Gwyn with her elbow.
But it was a sentiment Azriel was still stuck on too. You had said his name, knew his nameâ knew him. His name on your lips was like a song, a melody you serenaded him with. His shadows had felt it too, your recognition of their master causing a stir that had them wanting to reach outâwhich they would have if Azriel didnât have them on such a tight leash. Azriel only tore his gaze from you when Amren spoke up.
âEnough about honour and names,â Amren snapped, her eyes not landing on you but the the two males who had just arrived. They understand her stare, her tone, the waft of her had as she strode back to her spot in the shade.
âRight letâs start ladies, find a space and weâll begin with stretches,â Cassian commanded, his tone authoritative that had the females moving into motion. Even Azriel snapped himself from his thoughts, collecting himself as he stalked towards one side of the balcony.
You followed suit, following the motion of the other females and finding yourself in amongst the group to begin. You noticed though how Nesta had come to your left, Emery flanking your right, and Gwyn directly behind you. As if creating their own shield. Perhaps a statement to the swooning priestessesâ regardless, you were appreciative.
Stretching began, and you copied Cassianâs movements in front of you. In sync with the other females around you. Moving your muscles in a way you hadnât for a while, stretching the aches you didnât know were there. Cassian stood in front of the group, bellowing whenever the stretch would change.
The movement was welcome though. Youâd always had an active life. Growing up on a farm, tending to the crops and harvests had been your way. You werenât new to the ache of a hard days work. Then youâd spent your time in The Middle, with Cressida who had an unrelenting method of training you.
âIâve heard youâre not a novice?â Nesta asked you as the group was split in two. One side had been pulled to practice mind-stilling, the other, your group, had been given wooden staffs to practice more physical exercises.
You took the staff in your hand, curling your fingers around the rod. Nesta wasnât referencing your past though. She was asking about your time in Day, you hummed in response with a nod. âI trained with Helionâs sentries for a few months,â it helpedâŠfor a while. Your progress had soon dropped off though, plateaued, which was why you were here. To see if the Valkyrie way of training would help in any way.
Nesta nodded in response, before tapping your staff twice with hers. âShow me then,â she moved into a defensive stance and your brow quirked.
It was a challenge, she had been the only one who had dared, the only person to treat you with some semblance or normalcyâ and it made you smile.
a/n: well here is part 2, Iâm sorry this has quite literally taken months to get this instalment live, so I really appreciate any of you who might still be around to read this! I do think this has the potential to be a slightly bigger series than I first anticipated, but I guess thatâs my fault for giving our mc the coolest back story ever đ
anyway enjoy my loves đ€ - Lottie xx
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a little bit unwell at the thought of an inexperienced katsuki, a little bit older, and a lot a bit lost when you lean in for a kiss for the very first time. you with your cherry chapped lips and those hearts in your eyes, and he's so fucking scared that he's gonna fuck it up that he pushes you away with a hand at your chest and an absolutely mortified look in his eyes.
but you just laugh, in that way of yours that always puts him at ease; light and easy and comforting though he knows he doesn't deserve it. he should be the one comforting youâhell, you probably think he doesn't want you nowâbut he does, always has for as long as he can remember. and he figures he's supposed to tell you thatâit's what he should do in a situation like this, his therapist would tell himâbut the words catch in his chest, honesty in his throat like sticky caramel that he just can't seem to cough up.
"sorry," you speak first, and he wants to kick himself for it, "i should have asked."
he doesn't miss the way your feet shuffle, or the small quiver in your smile. you're trying to be considerate of his feelings as if he's not holding yours at arms length. his fingers curl against your collar, thumb brushes the top button of your blouse. there's a far-too-long moment where he just looks at you before he sighs with his entire chest.
"katsuki?" your voice is tentative, sweet. you look so pretty in the yellow porchlight, lovestruck eyes a little teary at the corners. he crumbles at the heart, coils around your finger like a garden snake.
"don't have ta," there's a tremor, a ravine that splits the deep valleys of his voice, "don't have t'ask f'r shit, just,â"
your head tilts, fingertips tracing the veins up his wrist until they can slip past his knuckles, "just?"
he puffs a breath of hot air, goes a little red in the face. "just fuckin'," his unfettered hand tugs impatiently at wily blonde strands. "âjust kiss me, alright?"
he feels stupid, downright embarrassed, but you shine like sunlight at daybreak, smile brighter than every star above his head. "can i?"
"what did i just, mmph,"â
âsugar sweet, glossed lips in the flavor of maraschino cherryâyou're kissing him, and he's stiff as a board, lost on what to do with himselfâwhere to put his hands, how to kiss you back. "relax katsuki," your nose bumps his, voice lulling his worries to rest, "you're doing fine."
you've figured him out, fingered his exact insecurity and decided you don't mind it at all. typical, he thinks. his lips find yours if only so you don't catch the smile that he can't seem to help. you feel it though, even when his teeth knock clumsily against your own, both hands at your collar now, using it as leverage to draw you closer.
he's rosy at the cheeks, camellia pink up to his ears by the time he pulls away. "was that,"âwrong? bad? embarrassing? he groans, "nevermind."
your forehead rests against his own, gentle, careful palms moving to cradle his face like you've never treasured anything more. "it was good," of course it was, even if it wasn't. because it's katsuki, and you love him, you love him, you love him.
#bakugou#katsuki#bnha x reader#bakugou x reader#bakugou x you#bnha#mha#x reader#x you#drabble#*hand over head* ...wanna...smooch........
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First Glimpse - Jude Bellingham
â REQUEST status OPEN
â pairing âą jude bellingham x fem!reader
â summary âą In Jude Bellinghamâs much-anticipated documentary series, fans are given an intimate look into the football starâs life, with a special feature introducing his long-time girlfriendâyou. Known for keeping a low profile despite dating one of footballâs brightest stars, this marks your first public appearance. During a heartwarming interview, you open up about how you and Jude met, even though you already knew who he was, and how you never expected to become his girlfriend. The episode includes candid moments with Judeâs family, particularly his parents and younger brother, Jobe, with a special Thanksgiving Eve gathering where you all share laughter, love, and togetherness. Through your eyes, fans get to see a more personal side of Jude and his close-knit family.
â warnings âą none :)
â note âą iâve got like 7-8 request about to write a one-shot with reader featuring in one of judeâs document series. so here it is, i hope you enjoy, happy reading!!
The camera focuses in on a familiar setting for those who follow Jude Bellinghamâs career: the cozy, welcoming living room of the Bellingham family home. The walls are adorned with family photos, mementos from Judeâs rise in football, and hints of his personalityâtrophies and framed jerseys alongside warm family portraits.
But today, the focus is on you. You sit on the sofa, the soft cushions surrounding you as the camera captures your slight nervousness. A small, warm smile crosses your face, and you shift in your seat, unused to the spotlight.
A voice from behind the camera breaks the silence. The interviewer. âSo, this is your first time on camera. How are you feeling?â
You chuckle, glancing off-screen for a moment as if looking for support before turning back. âYeah, itâs definitely new for me. Iâm more of a private person, so this is... different, but Iâm excited to be part of this.â
Thereâs an understanding laugh from the interviewer. âFor everyone watching, could you introduce yourself?â
You nod and give a small wave. âHi, Iâm Y/N Y/L/N. Iâm Judeâs girlfriend, and, um... yeah, Iâm usually not in front of the camera, so this is a bit out of my comfort zone,â you say, your voice laced with both nerves and humor.
The interviewer continues smoothly, keeping the tone light. âSo, letâs jump into the good stuff. How did you and Jude meet?â
You pause for a moment, your eyes softening as you think back to the day. âWell, I actually knew who Jude was,â you begin with a smile. âI mean, heâs Jude Bellingham. Anyone who follows football knows who he is. But I never imagined Iâd actually end up dating him. That wasnât even on my radar.â
The camera cuts to a shot of Jude laughing in an earlier part of the documentary, as if heâs recounting the same story, though from his perspective. His grin is wide, and thereâs a glint in his eyes that shows how much he enjoys this memory.
You continue, your voice a little more relaxed now as you find your rhythm. âWe met through mutual friends at a small gathering. Iâd seen him play on TV and heard about him through the grapevine, but when we met in person, he was just... Jude. Not the football star. Just this really laid-back, funny guy.â
âSo, did you know right away that you liked him?â the interviewer asks, intrigued.
You laugh, shaking your head. âNot at all. I was definitely attracted to himâheâs handsome, obviouslyâbut I didnât expect anything more than just a friendly conversation that night. I thought itâd be a âHey, nice to meet you,â and thatâd be it.â
Thereâs a brief pause, and the interviewer presses gently. âSo what changed?â
You smile, eyes twinkling with the memory. âJude changed. We ended up talking the whole night. It was so easy with him, and I realized he wasnât just this football prodigy everyone sees on the pitch. Heâs so much more. Kind, funny, and really grounded. But it was his persistence that surprised me the most. After that night, he didnât just let it end there. He reached out, wanted to spend time with me, and honestly? I couldnât resist his charm.â
The camera switches to a series of candid clips, showing you and Jude out and aboutâhim pulling faces to make you laugh, you playfully pushing him away before being pulled into a hug. Itâs the kind of chemistry that makes it clear this relationship runs deep, full of mutual adoration and comfort.
âSo, how long have you two been together now?â the interviewer asks off-screen.
You think for a second, tilting your head slightly as you calculate. âA little over two years now. Time flies, honestly. Itâs been an incredible ride.â
âAnd whatâs it been like, dating someone as high-profile as Jude?â
You take a deep breath, nodding. âItâs definitely been an adjustment. At first, it was a bit overwhelming, especially with how much attention he gets. But we had a conversation early on about keeping our relationship private, at least until we were ready. Judeâs been really protective of thatâheâs always made sure I feel comfortable, and I love that about him. But I also understand that heâs a public figure, and being with him means that sometimes, Iâll be seen too. This,â you gesture around at the cameras, âis one of those times.â
The camera cuts to another momentâthis time, Jude and you are walking through a park, your hands loosely clasped together. He swings your arm playfully, then stops to pull you into his side, whispering something in your ear that makes you laugh. Itâs easy, intimate, and full of warmth.
âSpeaking of being seen,â the interviewer continues, âhow does it feel to finally share a bit of your relationship with the world?â
You laugh softly. âItâs exciting, I guess. People have always been curious, but Iâve been pretty firm about staying out of the spotlight. Iâm not someone who thrives on attention like Jude does. But itâs nice to be able to show this part of his life. People know him as the footballer, but they donât really see the person behind all of that. Iâm happy to share a little bit of what we have, because itâs special.â
The camera pans across the Bellingham household, warm and inviting with the sounds of family chatter filling the air. Thanksgiving Eve at the Bellinghamâs is a full house. Judeâs dad, Mark, is in the living room, laughing loudly with Jobe and Jude as they discuss football, while his mom, Denise, is in the kitchen, bustling about as she prepares the family meal.
The lens of the camera focuses on you for a moment. Youâre helping Denise chop vegetables, your hands moving a little slower than hers but with focus, and you share a comfortable conversation. A nervous laugh escapes you as you attempt to cut the vegetables to her standard.
âAre you sure Iâm doing this right?â you ask, holding up an unevenly chopped carrot with a teasing smile. âIt doesnât look quite like yours.â
Denise glances over and laughs softly, reaching out to gently touch your arm in reassurance. âOh, sweetheart, youâre doing just fine,â she says, her voice full of warmth. âTrust me, my first Thanksgiving wasnât perfect either. And honestly, even if itâs a bit wonky, itâs still going to taste amazing.â
Her words, her toneâthereâs something deeply maternal in the way Denise speaks to you. Itâs as if youâre already a part of the family, not just Judeâs girlfriend, but someone she holds close to her heart. You smile at her gratefully, feeling that familiar warmth whenever youâre around her.
Deniseâs attention turns fully to you now, setting down her wooden spoon and wiping her hands on a towel before stepping closer. âYou know,â she begins, her voice soft and kind, âIâve always thought of you like a daughter. Youâre such a big part of Judeâs life, but youâve also become such an important part of ours too.â
You look at her, slightly taken aback by the depth of her words. Your heart swells in your chest, not expecting the surge of emotion. âThat means the world to me, Denise,â you say, your voice quiet but sincere. âIâve always felt so welcomed here. You and Mark, and even Jobeâyouâve all made me feel like part of the family from day one.â
Denise steps forward, enveloping you in a gentle but tight hug, the kind that only a mother could give. âThatâs because you are family,â she whispers against your shoulder. âWe love you like one of our own.â
You close your eyes for a moment, allowing yourself to sink into her embrace, feeling a wave of comfort wash over you. In this family, youâve found something specialâsomething you didnât expect to have when you first started dating Jude. Itâs not just a relationship with him; itâs a bond with the people who raised him, who made him the person you love so deeply.
As you pull away, Denise gives you a warm smile, her eyes soft with affection. âJudeâs a lucky man,â she says, glancing toward the living room where Jude is seated. âBut then again, I think weâre all lucky to have you around.â
You chuckle softly, still holding onto the warm feeling in your chest. âIâm the lucky one. Judeâs incredible, and youâve all been nothing but wonderful.â
Deniseâs eyes twinkle as she leans in conspiratorially. âHeâs a handful sometimes, though, isnât he?â
You laugh, nodding in agreement. âOh, definitely. But I love him all the more for it.â
Denise shakes her head, her smile growing wider. âGood, because he needs someone like you to keep him in check.â
Thereâs a shared understanding between the two of you, the kind that goes beyond words. Denise pats your hand and returns to stirring the pot, the air between you filled with warmth and affection. Itâs a small moment, but one that fills your heart, making you realize just how deeply connected youâve become to Judeâs family.
The scene transitions to the dining room, where the entire family is gathered around the table. Mark is telling a story, his booming laugh punctuating the conversation as Jobe makes a playful remark. Jude sits beside you, his arm draped over the back of your chair, his fingers occasionally brushing against your shoulder as he smiles and laughs along with his family.
âJobe, pass the bread,â Jude says, reaching across the table with a grin.
Jobe rolls his eyes dramatically but tosses the basket of bread to his brother. âThere you go, Mr. Superstar.â
You nudge Jude with your elbow as he catches the bread. âYouâll be lucky if he doesnât start charging for autographs at family dinners.â
Jude grins, leaning in closer to you. âOh, Iâd give you an autograph for free,â he teases, his voice low and playful.
You roll your eyes but smile, and as Jude reaches for his plate, Denise catches your eye from across the table. She gives you a wink, as if to say, See what I mean? A handful.
The love and ease that fills the room is palpable. You canât help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude. This family has welcomed you, loved you, and made you one of their own, and tonight is a perfect reflection of that.
The camera lingers on the sceneâJudeâs hand resting on your shoulder, Denise watching her sons with pride, and you laughing along with them, fully immersed in the warmth of their family dynamic.
As the evening winds down, and dessert is served, Judeâs dad, Mark, stands up, raising a glass. âI think we all know what Iâm about to say,â he begins with a grin. âBut this Thanksgiving, I just want to take a moment to say how grateful we all are. Grateful for family, for good health, and, of course, for the wonderful woman whoâs come into our lives and made our son the happiest heâs ever been.â
You blink, taken aback by the sudden toast, your eyes glancing around the table. Denise smiles warmly at you, her eyes filled with affection, and Jude leans closer, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze under the table.
âTo Y/N,â Mark says, raising his glass higher. âWelcome to the family. Officially.â
Thereâs a soft murmur of agreement as everyone raises their glasses, and you feel your throat tighten with emotion. Itâs not just wordsâitâs a promise. A declaration that you belong here, with them.
As everyone takes a sip, Jude leans in and presses a kiss to your temple, whispering, âI told you they love you.â
You turn to him, your heart full. âAnd I love them.â
The camera captures the final moments of the eveningâthe plates scattered with crumbs, the soft murmur of conversation as everyone winds down, and the love that fills the room. The bond between you and Jude has always been special, but tonight, itâs clear that your relationship extends beyond just the two of you. Youâve found a home with his family, and theyâve found a place in your heart.
As the screen fades to black, the soft hum of background music plays, leaving the viewers with a sense of warmth and love, the credits rolling as the final glimpse of your story is shared with the world.
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so high school | kmg | part 1
pairing: hockey player mingyu x f!reader genre: smut (in later part), fluff, a bit of angst, bad attempt at comedy word count: 8.8k summary: when youâre suddenly thrown in Mingyuâs direction, you have no choice but to stay by his side, and maybe itâs not as bad as you think playlist: click here a/n: i wanted to write a story that was light, summeryish. it was based off of taylor swiftâs song so high school (iâm not that creative with names), i wanted to write that sort of cute romance we all just love. i truly hope you like it, this one is precious to me. thank you to @joonsytip for helping me with this one. please, remember to comment and reblog, it does mean the world to me and i would love to know your opnions.
< part two >
If there was one thing you hated about college, it was having to choose electives. For starters, you really didnât want to be there. You were a good student because you had no choice, not because you absolutely loved college â not that your major was boring and you hated everything about it, but it really did seem like a universal experience to hate your chosen major at some point in college. But the problem was that taking the courses related to your major was hard enough as it was, you didnât want to have to worry about subjects that might or might not add to what you were studying. Of course, you always tried to choose something that had at least a minimum to do with your major â Art History.
But there were times, like the previous semester when you procrastinated too much to choose one, that it simply wasnât possible, and you had to put up with classes on Cultural Management. At first, you thought it would be geared towards galleries and the like, but it was something much more specific about public cultural heritage and that wasnât what you wanted. At least the subject was easy enough. Just reading a few pages of Kiraâs notes and listening to half of the lectures was enough to get you through with a high grade.
Trying to be a little smarter, and do something you actually enjoyed doing, you signed up for the semesterâs classes as soon as they opened. You were already sitting in front of your computer when the clock struck 10 am. You chose a class that all of your classmates, or at least the ones you talked to, were interested in doing: Model Making.
It was something you enjoyed doing when you were younger. Your parents knew that if you simply disappeared or were too quiet â aka you werenât yelling at Jeonghan â youâd be in your room surrounded by modeling clay, chopsticks, glue, brushes, and paint, or whatever materials you were using at the time.Â
However, all of your dreams were shattered when you ran into Kira at the campus entrance.Â
âYou know, the teacher for this class is crazy. Your life is going to be hellâ was like a cold shower.
After that, it was as if everywhere you went, people were purposefully talking about the subject, about how the teacher was absolutely crazy and that getting a good grade with her was almost impossible, and how she âseems to take a sick pleasure in failing students.â So when the day of class finally arrived, the first of the next six hellish months, you dragged yourself into the classroom. You chose the seat furthest away from her, hidden behind a student, and did your best to stay as out of sight as possible.Â
The guy sitting in front of you turned around. He was smiling widely. You werenât sure if he was trying to be friendly or what.Â
âDo you know if what everyoneâs saying is true?âÂ
There was something about him that was familiar. You obviously knew who he was, it was no secret. Everywhere you went, people were either whispering about him or there was a picture of him and the other guys on the team taped to the wall.
Kim Mingyu, star of the ice hockey team. The youngest to become captain, top scorer, the big sensation who would lead the university to the long-awaited championship. All that blah blah blah about the chosen athlete, and the latest savior of the nation.
So yes, you knew who he was, there was no way you couldn't know. But at that specific moment, while he was sitting in front of you, his body turned in the chair at a strange angle because he was obviously too big for that tiny chair, there was something about him that was strangely familiar.
"That the teacher is crazy?" he nodded, his eyebrows slightly arched and his lips almost forming a pout "I haven't heard anyone say otherwise, so I have no choice but to believe it."
You lowered your eyes and focused on the lit screen of your cell phone, which showed a new message from your brother. You didn't look away because you wanted to know what Jeonghan wanted, as far as you were concerned his message would only be read at the end of the day, if that. You didn't want to keep looking at Mingyu when you felt that everyone in the classroom was looking at you.
You knew it wasn't exactly true, there was no way an entire class, full of students talking to each other, could be looking at you at the same time as if you were doing something scandalous or even remotely wrong. But you knew there were a few people, and that was more than enough. It was a very familiar feeling, one you preferred not to revisit.
Even though you completely ignored Mingyu's presence or his gaze on you, he still hadn't turned around. Not even when the teacher entered the room and everyone fell silent.
The problem with being a child who didnât have many experiences is that you become a fearful person. Everything seems big, larger than life, and sometimes everything seems infinite and far beyond reach. Itâs a much easier choice to retreat into that familiar corner and pretend the world outside simply doesnât exist. The bubble you created for yourself was small and admittedly, sometimes suffocating, but it was also comforting.
But everything can change when you meet people who arenât aware of that bubble, or who didnât create those spaces for themselves. They werenât trapped inside it.
One class was more than enough to start a crack in your perfectly intact bubble. A selective introvert, as you liked to say. For a loud hockey player when he was surrounded by his friends, Seokmin was strangely shy.
When the teacher was choosing the pairs, you closed your eyes, praying to anyone who would listen not to pair you with a bad student, someone who wouldn't do anything and you would have to do all the work alone. The prayer, or whatever it was, was not heard because the teacher decided it would be a great idea to pair you and Seokmin. Maybe you were under the wrong impression, falling into the old suspicions and stereotypes, but you doubted very much that you would be able to get any kind of help from Seokmin.
And to be quite honest, after a bad experience with a group mate, to the point of ending up at the police station, because the guy simply couldn't accept the fact that you taking his name off the work was completely his fault and you simply didn't think it was fair that you did everything alone and he still got a good grade, you were okay with doing everything on your own. You were sure that if you opened your email, and clicked on your spam box because God was a witness to the number of emails you had received from that idiot, there would probably still be some unread emails from him, bragging that even with your âattemptâ to jeopardize his education, he had managed to get a good enough grade to pass the class.Â
Despite everything, Seokmin was nice and seemed interested enough, although a little lost, but maybe a little push in the right direction would be enough.Â
âI took this class because I thought it would be easy,â he said laughing, a little shy, âI guess I was wrong.âÂ
You nodded, absentmindedly turning the page of your notebook with the notes you had made.Â
âI took it because I like the idea of ââbuilding models.â
The classroom door opened with a bang, slamming against the wall. Everyone turned to him, some girls laughing. Mingyu was obviously late, his hair still wet from the shower, his backpack inside out on his shoulder, his shirt completely wrinkled as if it had just come out of a cowâs mouth. The teacher stood up and walked towards him slowly, her arms crossed over her chest.
âHeâs screwed.â Seokmin laughed softly, or as softly as he could.
The teacher didnât have a welcoming look in her eyes, if anything she seemed to be glaring at Mingyu, and not even the best smile he could throw in her direction would make a difference. In addition to being crazy, the teacher was also apparently known for not accepting tardiness.
It was impossible to look away as Mingyu tried, without any success, to open his mouth to explain, but the teacher wouldnât let him say a single word. You and Seokmin suppressed a laugh when the teacher looked in the direction where she thought the noise was coming from before turning back to Mingyu, who seemed more desperate by the second. He looked lost standing in front of the older woman, his head lowered like a child who had misbehaved and was listening to a lecture.
Finally, the teacher dismissed him with a wave of her hands and turned back to her desk, completely ignoring Mingyu. He finally turned back to the desks, his eyes scanning the space before finally settling on Seokmin. Or⊠on you? There was no reason to believe he was looking at you, none at all. When Mingyu smiled, you went back to looking at your notes, flipping the pages almost compulsively, looking for anything and nothing.
You had no idea why your heart was behaving like that, beating almost animalistically inside your chest, or why you felt a single drop of sweat run down your spine â despite the air conditioning being on and you feeling cold. You could have sworn you could hear Mingyuâs footsteps going up the stairs, despite the sound of the studentsâ conversations around you being obviously much louder.
âAt least I got something good for being late today.â
Mingyu pulled out the empty chair next to you and sat down, his knee bumping against yours. You flinched a little and moved away, making yourself closer to Seokmin.
âSorry,â you said to Seokmin and turned to Mingyu. âCould youâŠ?â
You waved your hand to make him move away. He looked confused for a second until he pushed the chair further away from you. On the other side, Seokmin covered his mouth, trying to stifle a laugh, while Mingyu glared at him.
âThe teacher who chose your group?â Seokmin asked, still trying to suppress a laugh.
âShe just said to sit with whoever wasnât already in a trioâ
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Great, you were stuck with two jocks who had probably hit their heads on the ice so much that their brains had turned to jelly in their early twenties.
âWhat do we have to do?â
âBuild 3 models based on architectural periods.â When Mingyu widened his eyes, you added, âItâs the entire semesterâs work. We donât even have to come to class anymore, just the last one to hand it in.â
You started gathering the few materials you had taken out of your bag. The notebook and pen quickly disappeared into what Jeonghan called a black hole. âWhat goes in there never comes out again. If you look hard enough, youâll find a wallet I lost in high school.â
âLook, I know Iâm going to do this alone. I'll find a way to let you know the periods I chose and the artists and you guys study for the presentation.âÂ
You stood up, pushing the chair back with your knees, making a lot more noise than expected, which in turn made most of the people turn to see what was happening, including the teacher.Â
âWait,â Mingyu said, holding the strap of your bag.Â
Not that you could get out of there anyway, he was between you and any possibility of leaving. But you thought he would get out of the way if he saw that you wanted to leave.
âI'll help, it's my job too,â with his free hand, he pointed to Seokmin behind you. âOurs, actually.âÂ
Despite the sincere look on his face, you laughed.
âLook, I don't want to offend you guys, okay? But the three of us know that won't happen. There will always be a practice, a game, a party, something that will stop you from doing your part of the work. I donât mind doing it alone, it wonât be the first time, and considering I still have two more semesters to go, it wonât be the last. Itâs okay, really.â
Mingyu stood up and for a moment you were sure he was going to get out of your way, but somehow he managed to block your path even more. You couldnât help but wonder if he had always been this tall and wide. When he was around the other players it didnât seem like it, but him standing in front of youâŠ
âI said weâll helpâÂ
He took his phone out of his pocket and unlocked it, turning the device towards you.
âYou know, your hands are huge, and this is a very delicate jobâ What exactly were you talking about?
âHeâs more skilled than you can imagine,â Seokmin said.Â
Once again, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. The teacher was definitely crazy, and it seemed like she had some kind of personal vendetta against you. Or was it a curse cast by Jeonghan for staining his white shirts? Whatever it was, it was a problem that, at the moment, had no obvious solution.
âIf I fail this class because of you two idiots, maybe one of you will lose a hand.â You snatched the phone from Mingyuâs hand, dialed your number, and quickly handed it back. âMaybe both of youâ
You put your hand on Mingyuâs shoulder and pushed him back. You tried your best to avoid any kind of contact, but it was the only solution you could find to pass.
âItâs not a matter of life or death, you know?â he said, laughing.
âIâve never failed in my life, and Iâm not going to start now.â
Mingyu pushed the door open with perhaps a little more force than necessary. He wasn't angry, but he wasn't happy either, a strange feeling somewhere in between that he didn't like very much.
That first day he had seen you in class was like he had been transported back to high school. He could almost hear you saying, in the most disinterested tone in the world, "I've been waiting for you for two hours, could we please go home?" At that time he had also felt invisible to your eyes.
But so many years later, in that classroom, he thought you would recognize him. Mingyu thought, as naive as it may seem, that despite your disinterest at the time, at least you would know who he was.
Of all the people he could meet in that class, you were the last one that ever crossed his mind. It had been years since he had last seen you, since Jeonghan's last game, when he was crowned champion for the third time - an unprecedented feat until that moment. Mingyu had even tried to beat that record, but his runner-up position in the third year had prevented him from doing so.Â
He had gotten used to seeing you from afar, always the unreachable sister of his captain, who always seemed to be much more interested in the books you carried around with you than in anything else.Â
The truth was that you had never even directed a word in Mingyu's direction. Besides Jeonghan, he had only seen you talk to one other person, Seungcheol. It had never been clear to him if it was by choice or if it was because Jeonghan always said you were off-limits. Maybe it was somewhere in between.Â
However, when you entered the room, looking for an empty chair, Mingyu expected you to recognize him, even though so many years had passed. When you walked up the stairs and seemed to be heading towards him, Mingyu, like a silly teenager, expected you to at least greet him. But you walked right past him as if he wasn't even there.Â
Even so, he tried to talk to you. Something about the teacher being crazy and the look in your eyes said that you couldn't wait for him to shut up and look straight ahead again.
After that, it was like he saw you everywhere, and believe him, he wasn't looking for you. In the café that opened on the other side of the campus, in the library, when he went to return a book, in the hallway of the building, on the lawn. Mingyu spent five years without having any kind of contact with you and, suddenly, you were everywhere.
He chose to see it as a divine sign. As if the guy up there was saying "Now is your chance". And then, as if all these signs weren't enough, he was given the chance to do an assignment with you, almost like a gift.
"The door didn't do anything to you," Seokmin said laughing.
"Do you want to be the door?"Â
Maybe the divine signal was broken, maybe the guy up there was messing with him because in less than 5 minutes you managed to extinguish any and all excitement Mingyu could have about doing the assignment with you. All you had to do was open your mouth.
âDude, she just doesnât remember youâ Seokmin laughed again, having a little too much fun with the whole situation âIf you say, âhi, I was your brotherâs teammateâ, sheâll still not remember you, but maybe sheâll be less hostileâ
Mingyu highly doubted that was the case. There was a rumor that you hated everything and anything that had to do with hockey, your patience was less than zero. Jeonghan was the king of the ice, the best the sport could produce. You were the ice princess without ever having even put on a pair of skates â or so the gossip said.Â
âIt doesnât bother me that she doesnât remember meâ It did bother him, but he wouldnât admit it âIt bothers me that she thinks Iâm stupidâ
Usually, under completely normal circumstances, Mingyu would even prefer to be seen as stupid and without anything in his head. It was easier, it prevented people from creating any kind of expectation about him. Strangely, he wanted you to see him as intelligent.
âYouâre a bit contradictory, arenât you? Youâve spent the last 3 years cultivating the image of a dumb athlete, who gets good grades by pure luck, despite the almost impossible subjects, but now you want her to think youâre smartâ
âI didnât know you knew how to use the word contradictoryâ
You stared at the lit screen of your cell phone. The unknown number was glowing and the inviting green button was almost begging you to answer the call. It was already the third time he had called and it would also be the third time you had ignored him.
âYou know, it wonât hurt if you answer his call,â Kira said beside you, but she also knew that trying to convince you was a losing game.
Exactly 11 days had passed since the fateful class that had put you in a group with Seokmin and Mingyu. While you had no direct problems with either of them, besides them being hockey players, Mingyuâs insistence irritated you in a way that didnât make much sense â not even to you. You should have felt relieved that he wanted to do the work, and that he was interested in participating. But the truth is that you knew how this worked, you had been in that situation before and hadnât had the best experience.
Maybe you were a little too hard on him, it's true, but it's like the old saying goes: a scalded cat fears cold water.
âI want to keep as far away from him as possible.â
Kira rolled her eyes for what seemed like the twentieth time. She understood, to some extent, your dislike for players and also knew that a lot of it came from your brother, but in the case of Mingyu, specifically, you were definitely going too far.
âLook, the rumors are that he's a good student, actually. Always with high grades.â Kira tried to argue.
You knew the rumor well, even before you were put in the same group, in fact, much to your chagrin, Mingyu had chosen to be in the same group as you. That helped a lot with the huge reputation he had around the college. Handsome, athletic, good student. But you didn't believe it for a minute.
You didnât know if Mingyu really had any good grades, but if he did, you were sure he hadnât gotten them in the most⊠fairway.
âAnd heâs not unpleasant to look at at all.â
It was your turn to roll your eyes at him. Yes, Mingyu was gorgeous, breathtaking, the kind of guy that made you wonder if he was even real. You had eyes and they worked just fine, you didnât need Kira to remind you that he was handsome. Saying Mingyu was handsome was like saying the sky was blue, obvious, and expected.
âYou know I donât mess with athletes.â
Finally, Mingyu had given up on the call, but that didnât mean he had given up completely. Your phone only had a few seconds of respite before the screen lit up again, but this time with a ton of messages.
Unknown - 11:32
hi, it's mingyu
Unknown - 11:32
again
Unknown - 11:33
answer me, I want to talk about the project
Unknown - 11:34
you said you want to do it alone, but it's not going to happen, you know? I can't leave my grande in the hands of a complete stranger
Unknown - 11:35
I see you with your phone in your hand, take my call or reply to my texts
You lifted your head so quickly that you felt a twinge in your neck.
"Shit"
You looked around the cafe, trying to find Mingyu, but most of the tables were empty and none of the people standing in line looked remotely like him. You brought your face closer to the glass, trying to find the tall, broad figure, outside, and still didn't see anyone who could be mistaken for him.
yn - 11:37
I could report you for stalking
Unknown - 11:37
crime: wanting to do a college assignment
yn - 11:37
following me around, calling me non-stop, texting me. It could be considered stalking, yes
Unknown - 11:38
again, crime: wanting to do a school project
Unknown - 11:38
also, I wasnât following you, I just happened to see you
yn - 11:38
I already said I'll do it alone
Unknown - 11:39
and I already said it won't happen, so if you could tell me your plan on how to do it, that would be great
âWe have to admit, he's persistentâ
Mingyu's messages became common and also at the most random moments possible. You were sure that the only time he hadn't sent a text was when he was at the game last Friday. You knew this because you had watched the game, with the computer with the sound turned down so that Jeonghan wouldn't suspect anything.Â
You hated to admit it, but he was good at what he did. Dared to say it was even glorious. It was hard to believe that a man of that size, so wide, could infiltrate the smallest spaces and score the most unbelievable goals possible. He and Seokmin together were almost magical. They still couldn't compare to the duo of Jeonghan and Seungcheol, but that was already a very high level to reach.Â
Mingyu had given up on sending you texts only about work, not that you had answered any of them, but he also started asking about your course, inviting you and Kira to go to one of his games â you still wondered how he had found out about your friendship since all of your social media profiles were locked and so were Kira's.
You had to agree with Kira, he was persistent. You could even say tireless. If you were him, you would probably have given up a long time ago, choosing to let the crazy guy do the work alone. But Mingyu was nowhere near giving up. You knew this because every time you miraculously ran into Mingyu, you had to run away from him, practically having to run away from him at some point.
It worked very well for a week until one day he simply appeared in front of you. You were distracted, your eyes glued to your phone. Jeonghan was gliding across the ice with skill when the player from the other team hit him hard, his body flying before falling to the ice. You felt the air get stuck in your lungs until he stood up, clearly irritated by what had happened. You felt like laughing when you saw the name on the other player's shirt, the one who had pushed Jeonghan. Choi. Best friends in real life, rivals on the ice.
âWhat are you looking at so focused?â a voice said next to him.
You felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest as you tried to lock your phone and put it back in the bag. You wished you had been more graceful in the whole situation, to look less like someone who had been caught red-handed doing something they shouldn't have.
âJeez, do you have no manners?â your voice came out louder than expected, causing some people around him to turn to see what was happening.
Beside you, Mingyu smiled, pleased with himself for having gotten some reaction beyond furrowed eyebrows and a look of disgust.
âWere you running away from me?â he raised his hand and corrected himself, âNot right now because you clearly had no idea I was here, but in general.âÂ
You rolled your eyes and quickened your pace. You didnât really have anywhere to go or anything to do, there were still 50 minutes until your next class and there was no time to run home and hide. Would it be too pathetic to hide in the bathroom and wait for him to leave? With your luck, he would be waiting outside, even if it meant missing a class.Â
âWhy would I do that?âÂ
Mingyu crossed his arms over his chest. For the first time in your life, you wished someone was ugly, devoid of any kind of muscles or attractive qualities. You wished he was ugly, terrible to look at. You wished the sun wouldnât make his skin shine, you wished you didnât find the mole on the tip of his nose cute, wished you hadnât wondered if maybe all this insistence of his didnât have some extra reason, besides wanting to get the work done and obviously annoying you. Of all the things, you wished you hadnât been disappointed when you hadnât seen him for a day.
It was ridiculous, you knew it was. But whatever it may be, there you were, your heart pounding, feeling it throb in your neck. You wouldnât fool yourself into thinking it was just because you were surprised by him suddenly being by your side. You could fool others, but at least you had to be fair to yourself.
âI donât know, you tell me.â
Even though you knew it wasnât a good idea, you stood still. You knew it would only attract more attention, it was almost inevitable when Mingyu was by your side.Â
âOkay, I was. I donât want to be seen with you.â
Mingyu looked confused, his head lolling to the side as if he was seriously thinking about what was happening. The question mark was clearly written on his face. It was almost as if one was floating above his head.
âMingyu, look. You, in and of yourself, are not the problem. I mean, in part, it is, but you know, it's that old story, the problem is me, not you.â
âI honestly thought the problem was just the assignment.â He scratched his head, his eyebrows still furrowed. âYou think I'm stupid and that kind of thing.â
You took a deep breath, your eyes closed for a second. You hadn't explained the situation to him, you had no reason to, so he had no way of knowing. But you also didn't want to expose your life to a stranger, so you werenât willing to just tell secrets youâd never said out loud.
âIf I tell you Iâll let you guys do your part, will you stop following me? Itâs a little weird, and maybe even a little creepy.â
Your words were honest, it was weird and creepy at the same time. It didnât make sense. Wouldnât it be much easier for him, and for Seokmin, to just let you do everything yourself so they could focus on whatever was important to them? In your opinion, it was the easiest thing for everyone.
But Mingyu looked like a dog with a bone. A terrible analogy, but it made sense, at least to you.
âYes,â a direct answer, great.
âLetâs do it like this then, letâs chat via text about the artists we think are cool, which are the most interesting. Once weâve reached a consensus, weâll get together to start making the models.â
You took a step back and held out your hand. A peace offering.
âWe have a deal then.â
If regret killed, you would have been dead and buried so long ago that you would have turned into fertilizer. Logically, you knew that trusting Jeonghan was a mistake. You loved your brother with all your heart, but you also knew that he wasn't the most trustworthy person for certain things.
If you were in trouble and needed help? He was definitely the right guy for the job. He wouldn't say a word in a judgmental tone and, depending on the situation, he would go far enough to pretend it never happened. Now, if it was a request that he considered silly, then it was a lost cause.Â
Besides all that, Jeonghan liked to play pranks, and you were one of his favorite victims. Things could even get a little out of hand when he and Seungcheol got together. It was like having two completely devilish older brothers. In truth, Seungcheol alone wasn't even that bad, but when he got together with Jeonghan it was like someone had opened the gates of hell.Â
Even knowing all this, you had talked to him. You knew the house was his, that he could come and go as he pleased, but thought that if you played the little sister card well enough he would let it go.
"Some friends from college are coming over tomorrow, can you please not show up at home?" you asked, making your best puppy-dog-that-fell-out-of-the-moving-truck face.
"You donât want me to meet your boyfriend?" he laughed, looking away from his phone for a second before returning his attention to the device.
You closed your eyes. Something was going on. Jeonghan was really into his phone, much more than usual. Either some nonsensical rumor had been published, which he would have already shown you and laughed along with you when he read the absurdities written; or he had a bone in his body, also known as a girlfriend. He always got more into his phone when he had someone more serious in his life.
It was useful information to have, so you put it in a little box in your mind labeled "something to blackmail Jeonghan with later" For now it was just speculation, but it could be important.
"How many boyfriends do you think I have?" You grimaced, shaking your head. âBut no, none of them are my boyfriend. Theyâre just some guys I have to work with. I thought about doing it here because we need space and Iâm sure Iâll yell at one of them sooner or later.â
You werenât in the habit of bringing people home. Jeonghan was a person who really liked his private life to remain that way, private. Even with Kira, who was your closest friend, you had a hard time taking her home. Not because Jeonghan had asked. He knew that if you were asking, it was because you needed to or because you trusted those people enough to know who your brother was without it becoming a problem.
In fact, you werenât sure of anything, not that you needed them or that you could trust them. But Jeonghan wasnât one of those celebrities who had huge photos of themselves scattered around the house. Itâs a little creepy, to be honest, he had said once. So the few photos he had around the living room were in normal-sized picture frames, which his mother had put up when she visited, so they could be easily hidden. The lie about the rich brother who works in the stock market was always on the tip of your tongue in case someone could question why you lived in a penthouse.
"I don't understand what's wrong with me being here then" His indifferent tone of voice was dangerous.
Maybe it would be better to give up.
"First because I don't need supervision, the virginity ship sailed a long time ago"Â
It might be a good idea to talk about something he didn't like to talk about, like your past relationships. He could joke all he wanted, but at the end of the day, he was just a guy who didn't like knowing that his younger sister had boyfriends.
"For the love of god I don't need to know that in detail" He grimaced, pretending to vomit. He was such a good actor that he had even turned pale.
"And secondly, because they play hockey. Since there's no way they don't know who you are, I'd like to not witness another fanboy"Â
You knew you had said the wrong thing when you noticed that gleam in Jeonghan's eyes. Even his expression had changed when you told him that your groupmates played hockey.
Still, you chose to believe him when he said he would be out of the house all day, that he would even go to Seungcheol's house after practice â which you thought was a lie, considering the whole situation with not putting down his phone and running when a notification came in. He had gone as far as to say, âlet me know when it's over, so I can come home.â That's why you sent a message to the group chat with Seokmin and Mingyu asking if they had Tuesday night off.
A part of you, a very big part, thought they would deny it and make up any excuse not to show up, but it was almost as if they both had their phones in their hands waiting for your message.
And so, the three of you were sitting at Jeonghan's huge dining table. It was the kind of furniture that existed only to take up space, you always ate in the kitchen.
âYou live wellâ Seokmin commented.
It was funny, and almost cute, how completely clumsy he was. You had bought different types of materials to test, thinking about which one would work best. Seokmin had changed several times, the last attempt was the biscuit.
âMy brother earns wellâ you shrugged, hoping he wouldn't ask anymore.
To your surprise, he didn't ask. Which was a relief, you didn't want to lie.
Even without looking up, you knew Mingyu was looking at you. He didn't try to hide it at all. It was uncomfortable, but at the same time, it was flattering.
You rested your chin on your hand and stared at him too. Ever since the first day you had seen him in class, you had the feeling that you knew him. You didn't know where from, you didn't know how. It wasn't from college, it wasn't from the posters spread around, or from the fame he had. It was from before, before college, but you didn't know where. You were sure he wasn't in any of the courses you took and he wasn't from your school either, there was no hockey team.
âWhere do I know you from?â the words came from your lips, but it was a question asked much more to you than to him.
Mingyu simply tilted his head to the side and didn't say a single word. Seokmin, who until then had his head down, his brow furrowed in concentration trying to shape the white mass in his hands, looked up, almost startled by your words.
It was as if a light bulb had been turned on over your head. It was so ridiculously obvious that you would be able to kick yourself.
And with perfect timing, as if it had been sent from heaven, programmed to the exact seconds, you heard the living room door open. A second later, Jeonghan was in the room.
âMingyu?â Jeonghan said, his eyes darting from side to side, trying to understand what was happening.
âCaptain,â Mingyu said, smiling.
You wished a hole the size of Mount Everest would open up beneath your feet and swallow you whole as you watched Mingyu stand up and greet Jeonghan as if they were old friends who hadnât seen each other in years.
That was obviously true.
âYou know each otherâ It wasnât a question, it was a simple statement.
âYes? Mingyu is a few years younger, but we played on the same team.â
Suddenly a brief movie flashed through your head, of all the times you had seen Mingyu â or at least the times that were never erased. Mingyu walking next to Jeonghan one of the times you were waiting for your brother in the school parking lot, him at the games, sitting on the bench completely irritated by the fact that he couldnât play and the team was losing. He was a boy who was clearly too skinny, but somehow he had become that man in front of you.
âShe doesnât remember me,â Mingyu said with a laugh.
Was that a hint of resentment you heard in his voice? You hoped not, but maybe if you were in his shoes you would be resentful too. You hoped he hadnât talked to you that first day because he expected you to recognize him and every time after that. Because most of the time you had been a complete jerk to him.
âWow, you saw him literally every day for at least two years.â
It wasnât like you werenât already embarrassed enough on your own, of course, Jeonghan, in his best big brother role, had to add fuel to the fire. You hoped your cheeks werenât as red as you felt them hot.
If the smile on Mingyuâs lips was any indication, you were completely screwed.
âI only remember Cheol. He was the only one you let get close to me.â
It was a futile attempt to defend yourself, but it was the only excuse you had. It was also the truth.
âThatâs true,â Mingyu agreed, sitting back down.
It wasnât a big secret that Jeonghan had forbidden all his teammates from getting close to you. It wasnât like you desperately wanted their company anyway, so it was a win-win arrangement.
âYou were a pain in the ass,â which was just another shovel of dirt for someone who was already buried, right?
âI was protecting you? The guys on the teamâŠâ he tried to defend himself, feigning offense.
You simply waved your hand at him, dismissing any kind of explanation he might have offered.
âThey were teenagers full of testosterone and hormones. Not much has changed, you know.â
The three of them were startled when Seokmin slammed the table, his eyes wide as he stared at Jeonghan. For a few minutes, you had forgotten he was there.
âYou are Yoon Jeonghanâs sister?â His voice had suddenly become shrill to the point of echoing in the room.
The laugh that escaped your lips was partly incredulous and partly desperate. Mingyu remembered you, but he hadnât told anyoneânot even his teammateâprobably because he remembered it was something you kept people from knowing. In a way, you knew your secret's safe with him. But you didnât know if you could trust Seokmin in the same way.
âHeâs kind of slow sometimes.â
Mingyu pushed Seokmin out the door, hoping he would finally stop talking. His friend hadnât realized the discomfort he had caused you yet. Jeonghan, as always, didnât seem to care and on some level, he actually seemed to enjoy all the attention he was getting.
âItâs been a while since someone got this excited to see me,â he said, laughing when Seokmin went to the bathroom.
Either Jeonghan hadnât realized how quiet you had been, or he had simply chosen not to do anything about it. Mingyu couldnât be sure of the older manâs intentions, not at that moment or when they were still at school.
But you? You were like an open book, almost begging to be read. You obviously didnât say a word, but your face showed how uncomfortable you were with the whole situation, how embarrassed you were for not remembering Mingyu as soon as you saw him.
Without you noticing, Mingyu spent a lot of time observing you. In a way, it was easy to know what you were thinking. Of course, a lot had changed in the years you hadn't seen each other, but many things were still the same.
âHe won't tell anyone about your brother.â
Mingyu pushed Seokmin again, this time towards the elevator, and turned to you, who was holding the door, your gaze almost lost.
âIt's okay.â you took a deep breath before straightening your spine and forcing a smile. âEventually, everyone will know.â
He shook his head and put his hand on your shoulder, leaning his body forward slightly so his eyes were leveled with yours.
âYou have my word,â he promised, voice low âSeokmin won't open his mouth. Your secret will still be a secret.â
You nodded, but Mingyu knew the gesture was just to make him leave faster.
âYou should go,â you said before closing the door, without waiting for Mingyu's response.
If he could, he would suffocate Seokmin right there in the hallway, but then the security cameras would see him and that would become a problem. He entered the elevator in silence and pressed the button for the ground floor. Beside him, Seokmin was practically thrilled with the discovery he had made an hour ago.
âWhen you said you knew her from your old school, I would never have imagined that,â he said, laughing. âI thought she was a girl who went to the same school as you.â
Mingyu chose to remain silent. He expected Seokmin to eventually get tired and simply stop talking, but he should have known better. His friend had too much energy to simply stop. In fact, it was a surprise that he had managed to stay quiet for two hours before Jeonghan arrived. And even after he arrived, Seokmin had remained standing in the same place. He spoke faster than ever and looked at Jeonghan as if he were seeing a god in person, but still, standing in the same place.
God knew it was almost impossible to convince Seokmin to stay still for long.
âI donât understand why she hides the fact that sheâs his sister. Itâs basically the nicest thing anyone can say. Imagine going around saying âmy brother is Yoon Jeonghanââ
Mingyu sighed and crossed his arms and sighed, rolling his eyes. Of course, he would.
âRemember that time your sister complained that a girl tried to befriend her because she wanted to go out with you?â
âIt happened a few times, actually.â
Mingyu stayed silent, waiting for all the dots to connect in Seokminâs head without him having to actually say the words. Under normal circumstances, Seokmin would have understood and kept quiet, but he was too excited after meeting an idol god to realize the full context Mingyu was trying to give him.
âThat happens to her all the time. She didnât even go to the same school as us. She really does everything so no one knows sheâs his sister. Didnât you notice thereâs no picture of them at home?â
Seokmin laughed, as if the question was too stupid, causing Mingyu to narrow his eyes.
âDude, youâre the one whoâs into her, not me. I donât care about whose picture is in her house.â
Would anyone find it a problem if Mingyu strangled Seokmin until he passed out and then took him back home? In Mingyuâs eyes, he would be doing everyone around him a favor. It would be a night of silence and peace for everyone involved â in this case, just him, but no one needed to know about it.
âEither way, you canât tell anyone about this,â he warned once more.
He had made a promise to you and he would rather cut off an arm than break it.
âNot even to the team?â
Mingyu scratched his head before crossing his arms again, with much more force than necessary. Finally, the elevator reached the ground floor and Seokmin was faster than Mingyu to get out, almost running down the hall to the gate.
Mingyu briefly greeted the doorman with a nod before following his friend.
âEspecially to the team. No one can know. It's like a federal secret, you know?â
Mingyu grabbed Seokmin by the arm, making his friend stop and look at him. He hoped it would be enough for him to understand that he wasn't kidding, that it wasn't some kind of joke.
"Jeez, so much drama."
He got away from his friend and quickly opened the car door and got into the passenger seat.
Once again, Mingyu took a deep breath, his eyes closed. Maybe he shouldn't have promised you anything, not when the promise had nothing to do with him, and when there was a possibility of everything going wrong, then he would have to bear the burden of someone else's mistake.
"Seokmin," your voice was a warning tone. He opened the car door.
"I won't say anything!" his friend almost shouted.
"You're terrible at keeping secrets," he sighed, almost defeated.
"Nobody knows that you're actually super smart," Seokmin scoffed. "I never told on you, you know."
When you finally managed to get Mingyu and Seokmin to leave, you were beyond exhausted. It was late, already past 10 pm and you had to wake up early for class the next day. At least you would fall into bed without much trouble and you were sure that you would black out almost instantly. Except for the idea that from that moment on it was likely that the entire college would know who your brother was.
You always knew that this day would come, you just hoped it wouldn't be during college, a college that had a good hockey team â well, it was almost unfair, they were fantastic â and that lived and breathed the sport. If the news really needed to get out, you wanted it to happen when you were far away from there, in an environment where few people would like the sport. Of course, you were living off stereotypes, but you preferred to believe that you wouldn't have many colleagues who liked the sport, or that if they did, they would be indifferent.
With a sigh, you began to gather the materials that were scattered around the table, cleaning up the mess left behind. Seokmin wasn't wrong when he said that Mingyu was more skilled than expected. The prototype he made was delicate and almost perfect. Working with him wouldn't be complicated at all. With Seokmin too. He was more absent-minded, but he wasn't bad either. He could do the rough part of the work and you would refine it until it was perfect.
âSisâ
Jeonghan's voice sounded behind you and you chose not to answer. You were irritated with him for so many reasons that you didn't even know where to start, or what to say to him. You had made it explicitly clear why you didn't want him home. And, although he had never necessarily liked your reasons, Jeonghan had always respected you. If you said you didn't want something, he accepted it. But this time he had crossed all the limits.
âSisterâ he tried again, this time a step closer to you.
You rested your hands on the table and leaned your body forward.Â
âYou know, I know that I live in your house, that youâre the one paying for my college, and that all the comfort I have here is because you pay for everything, so you can kind of do whatever you want. But this is my life.âÂ
You continued to put the things in the box and went to your room. You didnât close the door because you knew Jeonghan would follow you.Â
âI donât understand whatâs wrong with people knowing that Iâm your brother.âÂ
You shook your head as you sat on the bed. He clearly didnât understand, he never had, but he had always respected it. Apparently not anymore.Â
âItâs not middle school anymore and youâre not 13 anymore. Just tell them all to go to hell,â he tried to reason, sitting in front of you.Â
Jeonghanâs eyes were affectionate, without a hint of judgment. He just wanted to understand what was going on, because it was so important to you that people didnât know.
âI didnât change schools because girls were all over me because they wanted your number. I canât say it didnât affect my decision and it was the perfect excuse. But that wasnât all.â
You didnât know how to continue, didnât know how to say everything without Jeonghan getting upset. Because you were sure he would.
âI didnât want to be compared to you anymore.â
Your voice was almost a whisper and you didnât dare look up, or in Jeonghanâs direction. You didnât want to see the look of disappointment on his face, because you knew he would be disappointed. Not because you were feeling that way, but because you never told him anything.
âThe teachers always talked about how smart you were, that despite sports you always got good grades. And I remember how you were back then, and you barely tried, but you were good at everything. I tried so hard and it was never enough.â
With each word that left your mouth, your voice got lower and weaker. When you said the words out loud, when they werenât just cloistered in your mind anymore, they sounded almost pathetic. Jeonghan had never put any kind of pressure on you, quite the opposite. Your brother always made sure that you were you, an individual different from him.
All the ideas and traumas you had were not directly caused by Jeonghan but somehow had to do with him.
Jeonghan sighed loudly and leaned forward until he could hold your hand.
âBeing good at school doesnât mean anything, itâs just school. No one cares about it after a while.â
The laugh you let out was one of complete mockery. Jeonghan really had no idea what could be going through your head, the things that had happened and were still happening. Not that you blamed him for that, he had no way of knowing if you didnât tell him what was going on, but part of you just wanted him to pay attention. If he paid attention, even the slightest bit, he would know.
The fact that he didnât understand was painful.
If it were just the school teachers, it would be fine. Like he said, no one cares about school after a while. Do you know who cares about school, regardless of the moment? Parents. Parents who aren't necessarily bad, just parents who think that comparing one child to another is an excellent incentive. An incentive so good that they still do it.
Deep down you know that it's not out of malice, that it's not because they want to see you down, but it's an inevitable consequence. And, in a way, they were already so intrinsic in the conversations, little notes that didn't even seem like real comments, that you were sure that Jeonghan didn't even notice them.
"Okay," you said, just wanting to end the conversation. "I'll talk to both of them tomorrow, and apologize to Mingyu."
Jeonghan nodded, knowing full well that the conversation was over and that even if he pressed, he wouldn't be able to get anything else out of you.
"I have to leave early tomorrow," he said, "but if you want, can we have dinner together and talk about it?"
"I'll accept dinner, but I'll skip the talk."
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