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svtiddiess · 7 days ago

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Nom Nom: The Gyutiddies

Synopsis: You beg your boyfriend, Seungcheol, to let you bite Mingyu's tiddies, and he allows it under one condition: he gets to fuck you while you do.

Pairing: Seungcheol x afab!reader x Mingyu

Genre: smut, mini-series, established relationship

Rating: mature

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: pet names (princess, baby, daddy), biting and marking of tiddies, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't do this!), threesome(?), creampie, dom!Cheol, sub!reader, lemme know if I missed anything!

Note: This is part of a mini-series so it's highly recommended that you read part 1 and part 2 before reading this!

Thank you so much @miabebe for beta reading and making me giggle with your comments!

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"Cheollie~," you whine for the hundredth time today, trailing him into the kitchen with a stomp of your foot and a childish pout. Seungcheol lets out a sigh, giving you a tired look.

"Princess, I said no," he says straight-faced.

You press up against his chest and look up at him with the best puppy eyes you could muster.

"Please?" You tilt your head for added effect.

"Princess, you are not biting Mingyu's chest," he huffs, rolling his eyes.

"Tiddies," you correct him with a pout. "And why not?" You whine, wrapping your arms around him.

"Because I’m your boyfriend? And I don't want you biting another man's tiddies?" He replies, raising an eyebrow as he pulls you close.

"But his tiddies look so big and biteable," you whine.

"I need to stop him from going to the gym every day," he grumbles.

"Don't you dare," you huff. "His tiddies are what I look forward to seeing most every day."

"And what about me?!" he scoffs, giving you an offended look.

"You're a very strong second."

He rolls his eyes and pushes his tongue against his cheek. You grin, knowing you're pushing his buttons.

"Daddy," you pout, fully aware of the effect that nickname has on him. "Please let me bite Mingyu’s tiddies."

He growls, grabbing your face and pulling you close.

"You wanna bite his tiddies, huh? Fine," he spits, "but on one condition."

"What is it?" you mumble through squished cheeks.

"I get to fuck you while you're biting his tiddies," he smirks.

Mingyu glances up at you and Seungcheol, shifting awkwardly on the bed.

"So, uh… how are we doing this?" he asks.

"Lie against the headboard," orders Seungcheol. Following his instructions, Mingyu sits up and rests his back against the headboard.

"Take off your shirt Gyu," Seungcheol grumbles, rolling his eyes.

"R-Right," mutters Mingyu, blush dusting his cheeks. He quickly discards his shirt and leans back against the board.

You practically drool at the sight of Mingyu’s exposed torso. His muscles are well-defined, every hour spent in the gym showing in his lean build. His abs are visible, and his chest—oh, his chest—looks so plump and inviting.

You turn towards Seungcheol, awaiting his orders.

"Go ahead princess, have fun," he smirks.

You squeal and place a kiss on Seungcheol's cheek before climbing on top of Mingyu, adjusting your dress (that Seungcheol made you wear to prevent Mingyu from seeing what's 'his' when he's fucking you), and resting your hands on his broad shoulders.

Mingyu shivers under you as you place soft kisses on his chest. You smirk against his skin before sinking your teeth in, eliciting a gasp from him.

"Fuck," he mutters, tensing beneath your touch.

You start placing love bites on his right pec whilst using your hand to squeeze his left. He squeezes his eyes shut and bites his lip to prevent any sounds from escaping.

"Let her hear you, Gyu, my princess loves it when you moan in her ear," instructs Seungcheol.

At his words, Mingyu lets out a small whimper, pushing you to work harder. You start sucking his skin, blotches of red and purple appearing on his chest. Your hand drags down and pinches his left nipple, causing him to moan.

"Feels good, Gyu?" You look up at him and whisper.

"So good, baby," he gives you a lazy smile.

You grin at being called "baby", fully aware that Seungcheol would be ticked off by the nickname. You can’t see him, but you can definitely picture the frown on his face right now.

You go back to biting his chest, lips trailing down to his nipple and enveloping it, leading Mingyu to let out a string of curses.

"Mhm, just like that, baby," moans Mingyu when you start sucking on the bud. You could hear Seungcheol let out a growl behind you.

"Alright, time for me to get my end of the deal," grunts Seungcheol.

He lifts the ends of your dress just enough to expose your soaked panties to him.

"Dirty girl," he chuckles before placing two slaps on each of your thighs. You moan at the stinging sensation that prickles your skin.

"You're already dripping, princess," he hums as he rubs a finger over your clothed pussy, making you whimper.

"Daddy, please," you whine against Mingyu’s skin, hearing both him and Seungcheol chuckle.

"Such a needy princess," he grins as he slides your panties to the side and slowly inserts a finger into your needy hole. You moan, biting down harder on Mingyu’s chest, making him hiss in response.

You drag your tongue and teeth across Mingyu's chest, creating a slobbery mess all over him. Digging your nails into his shoulder, you let out a shaky whimper as Seungcheol inserts another finger and starts scissoring you, stretching you out for his cock.

Your lips trace over the base of Mingyu's neck, placing open-mouth kisses before sucking on the sensitive skin.

"Mhm, fuck baby," hums Mingyu as his hands sneak up to hold you by your waist.

"Don't fucking touch her," growls Seungcheol, making Mingyu chuckle.

"Someone’s gotta keep her steady," Mingyu says, flashing Seungcheol a smug grin.

Seungcheol grumbles as he unbuttons his pants and slips out his cock. He teasingly rubs his cock against your cunt, making you whine and buck your hips against him.

"If you stop marking him, I'll stop fucking you," he warns before slamming into you so hard that, if Mingyu weren’t holding you up, you’d have crashed right into him.

You scream out his name as he relentlessly thrusts into you, his pace animalistic. You rest your cheek against Mingyu, feeling your brain turn into mush.

"What did I say, princess?" he gruffs out and you moan and whimper against Mingyu's chest as you try your best to get back to your task of marking him.

You take one shaky bite after another as Seungcheol continues to pound into you. Mingyu tries to help by gently guiding your head, but you’re too far gone to think straight.

"I said fucking mark him, princess," growls out Seungcheol, grabbing your hips and thrusting in deeper. Your mouth goes agape and your eyes roll back when you feel his tip hit your cervix.

He lays a smack against your pussy, earning a choked sob from you. Waves of pleasure tingle through you, making your body go weak and jelly-like.

Your mouth latches onto Mingyu's nipple and starts sucking, making Mingyu moan. A particularly hard thrust made you bite down on his nipple harder than intended.

"Shit, fuck!" Mingyu cries out, eyes scrunching up. You hear Seungcheol let out a breathless chuckle behind you.

Tears run down your face as you try your best to continue marking Mingyu as Seungcheol relentlessly thrusts into you. Almost all of Mingyu’s chest is marked by now, a mess of tears, saliva, and bites.

"Daddy, I'm close," you whimper out, "please let me cum."

"Princess, wants to cum?" Seungcheol growls, sneaking his hand down to your clit and rubbing it in circles, "Go on then, cream all over my cock princess."

Your breath hitches, and you cum hard, making a mess all over Seungcheol's cock. You scratch your nails down Mingyu's chest, leaving angry red marks atop the love bites. Mingyu hisses and groans under you, taking pleasure in watching your face contort as you revel in the sensation.

Seungcheol cums after a few more thrusts, coating your insides with his seed. He lets out a groan as he pulls out and sees your mixed fluids leak out of your ruined hole. He gently fixes your panties, and you cringe at the feeling of it sticking to your skin.

He wraps an arm around your waist, guiding you off Mingyu and into his arms. Turning around, you press a kiss to his lips, smiling into it. He wipes away your tear-stained cheeks as he kisses you back.

"You okay, princess?" he murmurs against your lips. You nod and smile.

"Cheol, I’m hard," Mingyu whines, making you giggle as Seungcheol rolls his eyes.

"Go handle it in the guest bathroom," Seungcheol grumbles.

Mingyu pouts and heads off to deal with his "problem," muttering complaints under his breath as he goes.

You turn to Seungcheol with a playful grin.

"So… same time next week?" you tease.

"Don’t even think about it."

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thef1diary · 13 days ago

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Language Of Leaves | F. Colapinto

Summary: Franco begrudgingly agrees to watch your plants, but caring for them leads him to realize he’s growing just as attached to you.

warnings: fluff, a few spanish sentences - w translation (correct me if it’s wrong!)

wc: 3k

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Franco had been wholly reluctant from the moment you asked him to take care of your plants. The request hadn’t even fully left your lips before he shook his head, immediately retreating a step, his hands raised as though warding off some ludicrous proposal.

“¿Estás loca?” (are you crazy?) he’d exclaimed, his brows furrowing in exaggerated disbelief. “You’re asking the wrong person here, I would kill your plants without even realizing. They don’t want me around, trust me.” He looked at the leafy green oasis you had so carefully tended to with a mix of apprehension and resignation, like the plants themselves were quietly mocking him from their pots.

But you knew Franco well, you knew that if you pressed just a little, his tough facade would soften. So, you laid it on thick, giving him that soft, pleading expression that he could never quite resist when it came to you. You looked at him with those big, hopeful eyes, layering in just a hint of sadness. “Franco, please. My plants will wither without someone to care for them. Leaving them alone for two whole weeks… it’d be like abandoning children.”

Your words seemed to strike a nerve. He hesitated, his gaze flicking back to the plants and then to you, a faint crack appearing in his armor. You could practically see the thought unfolding in his mind—imagining you returning home to drooping, lifeless plants, the beautiful greenery reduced to a shadow of what it had been. His resistance wavered.

And then you delivered the final blow: a tiny, almost-mournful pout. You knew it was his Achilles’ heel, the expression that always seemed to make him relent, no matter how absurd the request.

Franco sighed—a long, dramatic sigh, muttering under his breath as he glanced away, pretending as if he hadn’t already lost this battle. Finally, he held out his hand for the paper in yours, grumbling all the while, “fine. Solo por dos semanas.” (only for two weeks)

Franco took the paper with a resigned sigh, eyeing it skeptically as he skimmed the instructions. You had done your best to make it as straightforward as possible, keeping the notes to simple instructions for sunlight and water. Still, he seemed to regard even this minimal guidance as a daunting task, his brows furrowing with each line he read. You could practically see his mind racing, piecing together the responsibility you were trusting him with, and how high the stakes suddenly felt.

But since he had already agreed—thanks to that soft pout of yours he couldn’t resist—he knew it was too late to back out now. He folded the paper carefully and gave you a look, one last attempt to salvage his pride. “I’ll try my best, okay? But if you come back and a plant or two doesn’t make it, that’s not my fault.”

There was a slight smirk on his face, though, as if he was secretly determined to prove himself wrong, to come through for you.

You lean in and press a quick, warm kiss to his cheek, murmuring a soft, “thank you, Franco.” The gesture is small, but the effect is immediate. A flush rises to his cheeks, painting them a rosy pink that he tries to hide by looking away. He clears his throat, obviously flustered, and rubs the back of his neck as though the warmth spreading there might somehow disappear if he just ignores it.

He lets out a low cough, shifting his stance uncomfortably, and mutters, “Yeah, yeah… don’t mention it,” his voice gruff, but betrayed by the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Before you can say anything else, he gives a quick nod and ends the conversation right there, stuffing the paper in his pocket as though ready to make his escape before you see just how much your kiss affected him.

When you finally left for your trip, Franco lingered in the doorway of your apartment, taking in the quiet space that was now his responsibility. He moved to the middle of the room, staring down at the list you’d left him. The handwriting was familiar, your looping letters filling the space with gentle reminders and careful instructions, but it was the little doodles that captured his attention.

You’d sketched a happy monstera leaf next to its name, a tiny sun with a smiling face by the plants that needed more light, and even raindrops beside those that liked extra water. He found his fingers drifting over the paper, tracing each drawing, a small smile creeping onto his face. “Qué linda…” (how cute) he murmured before catching himself and pulling his hand back with a quick cough.

“They’re just plants, Franco,” he told himself under his breath, trying to brush off the warmth in his chest. Still, he couldn’t deny that the thought of you sitting down to make this list—carefully, as if you were entrusting him with a life-or-death mission—made him feel… something.

The first day was straightforward enough. He followed each instruction you’d left to the letter, checking off each plant on your list and measuring out water carefully. Some plants didn’t need watering every day, so he noted the days with reminders on his phone. He’d warned you he wasn’t the best plant sitter, after all, and the last thing he wanted was to accidentally prove himself right.

As each day passed, he found himself coming over more often than necessary. Even on days when only one or two plants needed watering, Franco would still make the trip, convincing himself it was “just in case.” What if something went wrong overnight? What if he’d missed something? He checked each plant like they were little patients, leaning close to inspect the soil.

By the fourth day, he was getting into a rhythm. He began with the smaller plants, crouching down to check the moisture in their soil. If it felt too dry, he gave them a splash of water; if it seemed damp, he left them alone.

But then he reached your monstera, the plant you considered your prized possession. He stilled, a strange sensation of dread creeping over him as he noticed the edges of the leaves starting to turn yellow, a slight droop to the usually vibrant foliage. His heart dropped.

“¡Mierda!” (shit) he muttered, kneeling down to inspect the damage. “No, no, no…” Panic crept into his chest as he pictured you coming home to find a mess of dying plants. He knew how much these plants meant to you; you tended to them with such devotion, treating each one like it was a beloved pet.

“No me hagas esto, por favor. ¿Qué te hice?” (Don’t do this to me, please. What did I do to you?) His fingers brushed over one of the yellowed edges, his brow furrowing as he searched for any clue. “I swear, I followed everything she wrote down,” he muttered, almost like he was trying to reassure the plant—and himself. He took out the list and reread the instructions for the monstera, scanning the page as if a hidden solution would suddenly appear.

The room fell silent, save for his own low muttering as he kept inspecting the monstera, turning the pot gently and studying each leaf like a doctor checking a patient’s pulse. “Okay, maybe it needs a little less water? Or more light?” He tried everything he could think of, even nudging the pot slightly closer to the window. “Dios mío,” (my god) he breathed, wiping a hand over his face. “She’s going to kill me if it wilts.”

But then he paused, remembering something else.

Franco looked around at your cozy, plant-filled home, feeling a mix of anxiety and determination. He remembered how you’re always doting on these plants, cradling each one gently as you water or trim leaves. He’d always found it amusing, the way you’d coo at it as if it were a pet, fingers lightly brushing over its leaves, calling it mi bebé, whispering reassurances in a soft voice, and he’s never missed the way your face lights up whenever one of them sprouts a new leaf or a flower bud.

Franco never understood it, thought it was just some odd habit. But now, facing the wilting monstera, he wondered if maybe it wasn’t as silly as he’d thought.

He cleared his throat, feeling utterly ridiculous. “Alright, monstruo,” he muttered, using a nickname he’d given the big, leafy plant.

“We’re gonna make this work, ¿sí? No más hojas amarillas, ¿entendido?” (Yes? No more yellow leaves, understood?) He felt silly, but if talking to them helped even a little, he was willing to try.

“She really loves you, ¿sabes? She’d hate to see you like this.” (you know) He reached out and gently touched one of the yellowing leaves, his hand lingering there, almost as if he were holding its hand.

He could picture you now, laughing at him for talking to a plant—to your plant—but he kept going anyway. “I’ll do better, okay? Whatever you need. More sun, less water, whatever it takes. Just… hang in there. Don’t make me break her heart.”

He sat back on his heels, staring at the monstera for a moment longer. He felt strangely connected to it, like he’d made a pact, a silent agreement between them.

In the days that followed, Franco grew more and more attached, unconsciously mimicking the little rituals he’d seen you do. He hummed softly under his breath as he watered, sometimes even pausing to glance at the list you’d left, your handwriting now familiar and endearing to him.

He no longer approached your plants like a checklist to get through. Instead, he slowed down, taking the time to touch each leaf and test the soil carefully with his fingers, just like he’d seen you do a hundred times.

When he came across your spider plant, a small and slightly finicky one that he’d once jokingly called “the diva” because of its stubborn leaves, he paused, lightly brushing his thumb over the thin, arching fronds. “You’re giving me more trouble than all the others combined, you know that?” he said, his voice softer than before, almost like he was confiding in it. “But I get it… you’re probably used to her touch, not mine.”

Each day, he began to greet them with a quiet “hola,” as if entering a room full of familiar faces. He knew the way you did it, how you’d walk in and give each plant a little greeting or a compliment. And now he found himself doing the same thing. “Looking good,” he’d mutter as he checked the moisture of your jade plant, nodding approvingly, even though it was just a plant in silence.

The last thing Franco expected was to miss you. But somewhere between fussing over your plants and memorizing every instruction you’d left behind, he started to notice the silence. Your laughter, your endless chatter about plant care, the way you’d smile as you talked about each one like it had a personality—all of it lingered in the empty spaces of your home, making it feel strangely hollow.

He never said it out loud, but as much as he protested, he enjoyed coming over, having coffee with you as you arranged your plants, rambling about which ones needed more light, which were delicate, and which were “just a little dramatic.” You’d look at him with that soft, knowing smile as he pretended not to care, and though he’d grumble about “too many plants,” he never left without sneaking one last look at your little green haven.

He wondered how you’d react if he managed to keep them all alive. A small part of him—a part he tried not to examine too closely—wanted to see your face light up when you saw the plants, thriving and green, as if he’d managed to preserve something precious to you.

Sitting there on your living room carpet, surrounded by all these green, leafy “babies” you’d entrusted to him, he realized he wasn’t just daydreaming about your reaction to the plants. He found himself wondering what it would be like to be here with you, to share these quiet mornings side by side, maybe with a cup of coffee and your gentle teasing. He imagined your hand on his arm, laughing at his sudden “attachment” to your beloved green haven, and he felt a pang of longing he couldn’t ignore.

Franco had always admired you, but these past two weeks had somehow made him feel closer to you, made him wonder what it would be like if he weren’t just a friend.

He wasn’t sure when it happened, but somewhere along the way, he stopped seeing these plants as “yours” and started treating them like they were his responsibility too.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, your two-week trip came to an end. It was well past midnight when you let yourself in, leaving your suitcase by the door as you spotted a lit lamp in the otherwise dark apartment. You padded softly down the hall, stifling a yawn, but stopped in your tracks at the sight that awaited you.

There, in the middle of your living room, was Franco, sound asleep on the floor. His back was against the sofa, his head lolling to one side, and in his hands were two of your plants—your small, temperamental spider plant and your “drama queen” fern. Even in his sleep, he cradled them carefully, as if afraid one wrong move might damage them.

You couldn’t help but smile, taking in the sight of him nestled between your plants, his face softened in sleep, looking far more at peace than you’d ever seen him. You stepped a little closer, crouching down and noticed the smudges of soil on his hands and the slight disarray of the room, as if he’d gone through a nightly ritual of checking on each plant before dozing off right there on the floor.

As you reached out, your fingers barely grazing a stray curl from his forehead, he stirred, eyes fluttering open, his gaze meeting yours. His sleepy, unfocused eyes sharpened as he realized you were there, inches away, and a hint of surprise flickered in them.

“Ah… estás aquí,” (you’re here) he muttered as he realized he was still holding onto your plants.

A faint blush colored his cheeks as he placed them gently beside him, his fingers lingering on the leaves as if reluctant to let go.

You both remained close, his sleepy eyes meeting yours, and suddenly the room felt charged, every inch between you alive with an unspoken electricity. He didn’t move away, and neither did you. The silence was warm, thick with all the things you hadn’t yet said, every shared glance and lingering touch from before echoing in this small, tender space between you.

“I didn’t expect to find you like this,” you whispered, the words coming out softer than you intended.

He laughed lightly, the sound rumbling low in his chest as he leaned back, eyes not leaving yours. “I didn’t expect to get so… attached,” he admitted, his voice dropping, a hint of something more in his tone.

A small smile tugged at your lips, and you raised an eyebrow, teasing. “To the plants or…?”

His gaze flickered down to the fern beside him for a moment, and then back to you, as if he could no longer resist the pull drawing you closer. “They were good company,” he murmured, his voice softer now, like he was confessing something he’d been holding back, “but… I meant you.”

Your smile softened, and before you could second-guess yourself, you had leaned in, bridging the last inches between you until your head was nestled gently against his chest. He shifted to hold you, his arms wrapping around you naturally, as if they’d been waiting for this moment. You could feel his heartbeat beneath your cheek, steady but just a bit faster than usual, mirroring your own.

He tightened his hold around you, one hand settling at the small of your back while the other drifted upward, his fingers trailing gently along your spine. The touch was unhurried, almost reverent, as if he were savoring the simple act of holding you close.

You let yourself relax fully into his embrace, feeling the way his fingers seemed to map out a quiet symphony along your spine. There was a tenderness in his touch, a kind of reverence that made you feel like this moment was as meaningful to him as it was to you.

“Franco…” you whispered, the word barely leaving your lips as his gaze flicked to your lips, lingering in a way that made the room feel smaller, more intimate. His thumb brushed against your side, an almost absent-minded gesture, yet one that spoke volumes, as if he was trying to memorize every inch of you with the tips of his fingers.

He leaned in, his forehead resting gently against yours, and for a heartbeat, the world outside faded, leaving only the soft rise and fall of his breath mingling with yours. His eyes closed briefly, like he was savoring the closeness, and when they opened, his gaze was deeper, his voice barely more than a whisper.

“I missed you,” he murmured, his tone laced with a sincerity that sent a thrill through you, making you forget everything but the warmth of his presence.

A faint smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. “I missed you too,” you whispered, your thumb gently grazing his cheek.

Franco’s hand slid to the back of your neck, his fingers threading through your hair as he tilted his head slightly, his lips brushing against your forehead in a soft, lingering kiss. The moment hung between you, suspended in time, gentle and full of unspoken promises.

When he pulled back just enough to look at you, his smile was warm, content. There was no rush, no need for words anymore. Just the quiet understanding between you, as if the silence said everything that needed to be said.

And in that silence, you both stayed, savoring the peace of finally being close in a way you hadn’t been before.

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crimsntwlip · 1 year ago

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"i said i love the smiths" | pt. 2

pairing: mattheo riddle x fem!reader

warnings: slow burn, readers status not mentioned, reader is a slytherin

summary: after that little interaction that happened between you and mattheo, he starts to notice you more.

a/n: ¿i think i might turn this into a chapter fic? if this does well.. please Imk your thoughts !!

masterlist I posted: 11/22/23 | part 1

a few days had passed since the little gathering in slytherin. mattheo was currently sitting in potions class next to theodore, quietly dozing off into his own little world while snape’s monotonous words bore him to death.

his mind drifted to her, thinking back to the little interaction they had during the party and how quickly he wanted to get to know more of her. during those few days that had passed, mattheo was consumed by thoughts of (y/n). he had become more aware of you; previously, he had not even known your name or acknowledged your presence in the classes you both shared, something he had not realized until recently.

he had his eyes fixed on the back of your head without realizing it. snape on the other hand, clearly noticed the distracted gaze mattheo had, quickly calling him out for it.

“mister riddle!” he exclaimed loudly, making him jump slightly in embarrassment as everyone turned their heads towards him, including yours as he immediately looked up at snape as he noticed that you had turned around to face the boy while he was being scolded.

snape deadpanned, "i see you're paying much attention." he scowled, "what negative effects could peppermint potion have?" he gave the instruction, causing mattheo to cast a sidelong glance in theodore’s direction, who appeared amused by the scenario.

he turned his gaze back towards the professor, “uh.. well..” he dragged, clearing his throat before continuing, “that would be uh steam coming from the ears?” he answered which sounded more of a question.

(y/n) noticed the confused tone in his voice, making her snicker quietly but quickly dying down when snape snapped his head towards her, making her feel small as she sunk into her seat. mattheo grinned at her but quickly wiped it off as snape turned back towards him. “correct.” he revealed sternly.

“now if you care to pay attention this time.” he requested, giving mattheo a determined look. theodore nudged him in his rib, smirking as mattheo simply narrowed his eyes at him before turning back towards the lesson, glancing at (y/n) here and there.

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(y/n) felt a small shove, she furrowed her brows as her two bestfriends filled the empty seats next to her at the dining table. "i heard what happened in potions," elenoise commented as she began to load her plate with goods. she glanced at a puzzled (y/n). “what do you mean?” (y/n) asked, recalling back to earlier, you thought nothing particular happened.

“you really don’t know?” elenoise asked as she began stuffing her mouth, (y/n) shook her head at the girl, as she began to grow curious. “a certain slytherin was scolded for staring at you the entire lesson!” augusta chimed in, wiggling her eyebrows at you with a grin. “me?” you asked, you felt a slight blush creep up, the two girls nod at you.

“actually,” augusta muttered, she moved her gaze away and looked across the table, not that far away from you guys was mattheo who sitting with his friends as his attention was fixated towards you. “he’s looking at you right now!” augusta smirked, you follow her gaze, immediately making eye contact with mattheo.

as you made eye contact with him, almost immediately did he look away. his ears turning red from embarrassment of being caught as he tried avoiding your stare, turning his attention back to his friends. your friends start laughing, holding onto your shoulders for support as they held their stomach. you though, stayed quiet as you continue blushing, looking down at your food as your friends continued to tease you about this.

“okay.. thats enough..” you whined, feeling flustered as your friends teased you. you glanced back up at him, revealing once again his gaze on you. you gave him a gentle smile back before turning your attention back to your friends.

thoughts of befriending riddle came across your mind, his small gestures lingering on your mind. maybe, you thought, he isn’t like the others.

mattheo noticed the smile you returned, maybe, just maybe did he have a chance.

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azrakaban · 3 months ago

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A Little Longer - Mattheo Riddle X GN!Reader

A/N: OH MY GOODNESS ME. Sorry I've taken such a long break from writing, if I told you all the things that have happened in the past two months you honestly wouldn't believe me LMAO

Warnings: cursing, yelling, soft Mattheo I think? lmk if i missed anything xxx

Note! I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible, if I've messed up anywhere, please feel free to correct me! But please do it nicely guys <3

The wind nipped at your face, chilly and biting as you wrapped your scarf tighter around your face. You forced your eyes to look into the swirling sky, where your poor boyfriend, Mattheo, sat frozen to his broom.

Watching house Quidditch games was the highlight of every month for Hogwarts, but it made it supremely less enjoyable when the weather was unpleasant. And, as a particularly dark cloud decided to let fall a rainstorm, it became decidedly worse.

You craned your neck back to watch him above you, barely hearing whispers of what he was saying as he yelled instructions to his team members.

Mattheo had been pushing the team hard all season - it being his first year as captain, he did not want to disappoint. You rememered the long suffering look Enzo gave you in the common room when Mattheo was dragging your friends out to train at 7am.

As you watched, Astoria flew over your head, flanked by two Gryffindor chasers, who managed to throw her off, causing her to drop the Quaffle. She swore, sighing as they sped up towards the Slytherin goalpost before giving chase, but not quick enough to reclaim the Quaffle before another goal was put through the post, making the score 20 - 230

You noticed Mattheo's expression darken further, and sighed. He would likely be in a bad mood later.

Your eye was then caught by a sudden burst of movement on the other side of the pitch, where Potter and Draco were neck and neck in a dive for the Snitch.

Draco raised his hand, victorious with the snitch clutched in his hand, yet the Gryffindor end exploded in cheers. With the score now at 170 - 230, Gryffindor had still won by a large margin.

The Slytherins around you were all sighing and shaking their heads as they all made their way out of the stadium. You had agreed to meet Mattheo at the Slytherin locker room, so you made your way there.

As you approached the door though, you heard yelling. Pushing it slightly ajar, Blaise caught your eye and mimed cutting his head off quickly, clealy telling you to leave. You nodded, leaving swiftly and heading back to your empty dorm.

About 45 minutes later, Mattheo turned up in your dorm, hair slightly damp from the shower, and, spotting you, promptly came over and lay his head in your lap.

"Heya bubs." You smiled slightly, looking down at him. "Hey." He mumbled dejectedly.

"We lost." He groaned, messing up his curls. You lifted a hand and started gently playing with them. "Yeah, this time. But there are still going to be other games, you don't lose everything from this game, okay?" You replied soothingly.

"But it was our first game, my first game as captain, and I blew it. I pushed them too hard, and I blew it." He sighed. "I wanted to win this for them, to prove that I could do this, be responsible, make it work. And it just..." He lifted a hand and let it drop onto your sheets. "I failed them, and it's not even their fault. I yelled at Draco for catching the snitch, even though that was the best thing to do..."

"You didn't fail your team." You interrupted him. "Sure, you lost a game, Mattheo, but all captains lose games! It's part of playing, you make mistakes, and you learn from them. PLus, you guys were playing into the wind, the Gryffindors had the weather behind them. Now, if you wanna say that the weather is your fault, you're gonna start sounding a little self centered..." You giggled slightly, and an amused huff escaped Mattheo.

"Yeah yeah, okay, I get it." The pressure lifted off your thighs as Mattheo moved to sit back against your pillows, opening his arms for you. "C'mere sweetheart, wanna hold you, please." He asked, giving you puppy eyes.

You immediately caved and moved forward towards him, letting him cuddle you like a teddy bear.

"Thank you." He sighed after a few moments of holding you, drawing patterns on your back with a fingertip. "What for, silly?" You looked at him, confused. He chuckled slightly.

"Grounding me, not thinking I'm a dick, just being an all round awesome person to date?" He shrugged. "For letting me rant about this shit." He squeezed you slightly.

"No worries, idiot." You smiled, kissing his cheek. He gasped in mock horror.

"Idiot? That's what you call your suffering boyfriend? WOW, okay, WOW, I see how it is." Mattheo mock glared at you, gently shoving you away.

"Aw come on, don't be like that." You laughed slightly as he pulled you back into his arms.

"I should go apologise for being a Class A dick to the team shouldn't I?" He sighed, looking at you.

"Yeah, probably." You nodded, squeezing his hand. Hd pulled you a little closer.

"Not yet though. Wanna keep holding you just a little longer..." He muttered, pulling you back into the nest of pillows with him.

A/N: Writing was shit, may delete later <3 Sorry for this miserable attempt at feeding u hungry people, love you all!

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Welcome Home... Soldat? | Part III

That time when Bucky accidentally relapsed into the Winter Soldier.

Navigation: Part I || Part II* || Part III (end) || Extra

Words: 5.2k++ (sorry y'all)

Pairing: winter soldier!bucky x female!reader

Warnings: implied 18+ content, implied smut, fluffy stuff, tiny sprinkle of angst, soldat is heartbreakingly adorable until the very end, bucky not being very communicative, self-loathing, confusion, conflicted feelings between guilt and need, two idiots in love who are lost in a miscommunication, excessive use of the word 'fuck', and... what else? I'm not sure either lol.

P/S: This has been truly a journey. Thank you so much for the support y'all have been giving me. I really do appreciate all the comments and dms about my work regardless which one of them. Just wanna remind you that I won't be here without you; that's the degree of importance that you possess. Anyway, enjoy your reading.

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It's only been eight in the morning and the soldat had Y/N trapped between his arms as she focused on sifting the flour for the pancake batter. There were barely any space between them; not when he made sure that her soft plushy butt rests right against his crotch, while his fingers subtly move along her hips.

Those gentle trailings didn't last too long for comfort as he slipped his left hand under her sweatshirt. The soldat let his instinct took control as the metal of his touch draws invisible circles all across her bare stomach, while his lips peppered endless amount of butterfly kisses on the marks from last night; each one was now hidden under layers of color correcter and concealer.

"Wow." A raw sound of astonisment naturally slipped from Sam's lips as he found himself frozen in his spot at the corridor leading to the entrance of the kitchen.

Look at them. Acting like newlyweds on their honeymoon.

For a moment he forgot that the huge cuddly hunk in front of him was the winter soldier and not his fellow comrade.

But then again, it might as well made sense that it was not the Bucky he knew, because that man would've been a puddle of mess if he got the chance to touch Y/N like this.

Sam still remember that night when they had a Harry Potter movie marathon and Y/N ended up falling asleep on Bucky's shoulder. Even in the room that was scarce from light, Sam could clearly see the redness on Bucky's cheeks and ears.

It was an understatement to say that Sam had the best time of his life teasing the shit out of Bucky that night, knowing he can't do anything about it without waking Y/N from her comfy slumber.

"Soldat, please. I need to move around, you know?" Y/N's amused giggle pulled the soldat from his dreamy trance.

He shakes his head in the crook of her neck, snuggling deeper as he took a deep breath of her sweet scent, "No, you don't. You just need to stay here." The soldat huffed as he pouted and tighten his hold on her.

Y/N chuckled at his child-like antics, "You do know that you're not gonna get any breakfast any time soon if you keep doing this, right?"

Sometimes, she couldn't help but wondered if this is how it would feel like to have Bucky doting on her.

"Родная (darling), I'll gladly have you for breakfast. I'm sure I'd have a feast on that sweet little pussy of yours." He whispered seductively into her ears, as he sensed Sam's presence approaching the kitchen.

Y/N briefly fluttered her eyes shut as he purred in her ears, before slightly peel herself off from him, "Soldat." Her voice was stern and her eyes narrowed into a frown.

The soldat gaze down at her with a hazy grin on his lips, "Родная (darling)."

Unknowingly, the one-sided glaring battle began when Y/N refused to break their intense eye contact; each opponent uses a very contrasting approach, where one has a deep frown and a pair of blazing eyes while the other has the softest, droopy stare and literal hearts in his steel blues.

"Move." Y/N instructed as if it was a warning.

The brunnette let out a defeated laugh as he loosen his hold on her, "Okay, okay. Anything for you, sweet one."

"Thank you." She sighed. "Finally" she thought. She was worried that they gonna have breakfast for lunch if he refuses to let her go.

On the other hand, the soldat was unable to sit still on his own, so he continue to follow her around, like a hungry cat rubbing their forehead up their human's leg, mewling for attention.

"Morning, y/n and... her shadow." Sam finally make himself known as he greeted while naturally went to pour himself a cup of coffee.

"Good morning, Sam." she greeted back while the soldat swiftly put himself in between them like a barrier. He shot a menancing glare at Sam as the man was standing 'too close to Y/N' for the soldat's comfort.

Obviously offended, "Dude, calm down. I was just greeting her good morning." His voice raised as he defended himself for his rights, "Tell him y/n" he continued to tattle tail.

In which Y/N responded by patting the back of the soldat's shoulder as a reassurance before asking him to move away.

Let's just say that he begrudgingly agreed to just because it was Y/N's request.

"Unbeliveable." Sam rolled his eyes, "This your friend?" He asked as Steve entered the scene, greeting everyone a good morning before he quirked, "What?"

"Look at him." Sam accusingly pointed as the soldat, "He's hogging y/n." He continued to explain while purposely reach his hand to touch her. The soldat wordlessly pulled her away before he could reach any further, "See?" Sam pointed again.

Steve didn't defend anyone this time as he only laughed it off before finding his seat. His eyes sparkled with delight to the amount of pancake made by Y/N and the multiple choice of topping and sides; from the sickening sweet stuff to the oddly savoury ones.

He glanced over at his best friend, who was unsubtly trying to hog Y/N away from Sam and his baby blues soften as he thought maybe Shuri was right. Maybe Bucky was always present somewhere in this soldat's persona.

It was such a typical Bucky behaviour to be possessive as the soldat was being. Steve noticed that Bucky would always get a bit agitated when someone touch his girl, even if he doesn't actively show it as much. In the 40's he might've been able to hide it behind his charming smile and witty jokes, but nowdays anyone can see it on his ever-present frown and unintelligible grunts.

That applies for both Bucky and the soldat.

Y/N rolled her eyes at Sam as she pulled the soldat by the hand, "Ignore him, soldat. Now, come have breakfast with me." She sat him on one of the stool by the kitchen isle as she prepared his plate.

Perplexed by the lack response, Sam admitted his defeat for once and joined the isle to have his bite of the morning.

As soon as she settled on her own seat next to him, the soldat took her hand into his, briefly kissing her the back of it. "Thank you, darling." He whispered before placing their locked hands on his lap as they ate, casually rubbing his thumb on her for comfort.

If you thought Y/N was the only one who was blushing at the domestic show of affection, well you'd think again when you see the shade of red on the tip of his ears or the way Sam purposely looked away.

The morning went by with mostly three of them having a pleasant conversation and the soldat silently distract himself by playing with her hand, apparently enthralled by the size difference and how fragile looking hers was.

Meanwhile, the rest of the team came by the kitchen on their own time since some of them prefer to sleep off the pain from the previous mission.

Half an hour later, she felt as if she was caught in a dejavu when she found herself in the same position as before. She laughed softly as she washed dishes, while the soldat stuck himself to her like a oversize koala to a tiny tree.

"I smell pancakes." Tony spoke as he made a bee line towards the kitchen, looking like he just survived a bio hazard in the lab.

"I made extra. Help yourself." Y/N announced, not even trying to look back at them, especially when the soldat had her trapped in his tight embrace.

Tony peeked to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of Y/N, "Did you see her? I didn't even know she was here until she spoke." He asked, though he sounded more like he was teasing her.

Before Tony could reach out for his plate, Shuri stormed to the kitchen, catching everyone's attention, "Pancakes can wait, Tony." She stopped him which only cause him to whine dramatically.

It felt as if Y/N's heart completely dropped out of her body when Shuri nodded knowingly, "It's time."

There was a quick briefing of the process with everyone involved while they prep the soldat in the other side of the glassed section of the lab. Y/N tried to focus on watching the simple simulation video that was prepared by Tony.

And she heard every single words of Shuri's but all she could think was if the soldat knew what they were doing. If he felt like he was being thrown, being disposed of like some kind of object.

By the time they the explanation ended, Y/N didn't think twice as she marched towards the soldat. The team didn't questioned her motive as they can see the determination in her eyes.

She stopped on her tracks, right at the entrance when a thought ran across her mind.

Of course, she wanted Bucky back but why does this feel so wrong?

"How are you feeling, soldat?" She prompted as she walked over to him, passing the lab employee who scurried away leaving the couple to have some privacy.

The soldat brightened in her presence as he reached out to her with grabby hands, triggering a soft giggle from Y/N. She let her hands gravitate towards his, intertwining her fingers in his hold as he replied, "Much better now." He sighed in contentment the moment he felt her skin against his own.

There was a comforting silence in the room, but Y/N's mind was the complete opposite. There was only chaos of questions that felt so sinful and immoral to utter out loud.

The soldat grip tightens with tenderness, as if he could hear the loud havoc in her head. Moments later, he decided to break the silence with an honest confession.

"I know that I'm not welcomed here." He glanced at the other side of the glass, watching the team pacing around. "I know that you're trying to get rid of me." His ocean blues changed its tides to gaze up at her; the smile on his lips was soft and pure.

"You know, I have been many things in this life..." the soldat looked down where his hands were entangled with hers, "...a killer, a weapon, a monster, you name it." there was a hint of grudge in his voice but mostly it was woven with regret.

"But, worst of all, I have been a thief." It felt as if he has been holding his breath as he avowed.

"I have stolen decades worth of his life, robbed him of his freedom for so many years, every single happiness and hope he could ever experienced had been stripped away right before his eyes," the soldat chuckled ironically before looking up to meet her teary eyes, "...yet I'm still greedy for more days with you."

Y/N found herself unable to speak, afraid that her words would do nothing to coax him; or maybe she just couldn't trust that her voice won't crack in the middle of her sentence especially when she was damn sure that her heart was already cracking for him.

The soldat's eyes softens when he reached his hand to her face, "I never knew that I was capable to feel these futile emotions such as joy and love, until I felt it when he looks at you." Y/N didn't even notice she was crying until he wiped them away with the gentle caresses of his thumb.

"Everything I felt towards you were his to begin with." He confessed as he felt the guilt of stealing yet another precious thing from him again, "That's why, I don't deserve this." The said as he recalled every moment he got to spend with her, "I don't deserve you."

The soldat knows that very well, but that didn't stop the natural curiosity that resides from within him, "And I can't help but to wonder..." he hesitated as he tried to construct the most raw and truthful question to sum up whatever this emotion he was currently feeling.

"Will you remember me?" His voice was small and quiet, almost afraid of the answer that might come his way.

More tears were spilling out as she unhesitantly replied, "How could I not?" Her hands raised to his face, cupping his scruffy cheeks in her palms.

The soldat's eyes sightly wobbled when he asked again, "Will you miss me?" At that time, he didn't know that the feeling he felt was called 'heartache', yet he was handling it like he had been experiencing it all his life.

Y/N leaned as she pressed the most tender kiss on his forehead, "More than you know." Her answer made the soldat smile as he purred in her hold.

He peeled one away from his face and pressed a kiss of his own on the delicate palm of her hand. The same ones that had showed him nothing but so much love and kindness.

When Shuri came into the scene, they know it was time to say goodbye. But, both refused to say anything remotely close to it. So, they wordlessly walked out towards the cylinder shaped glass pod, located right in the middle of the lab.

Until the very end, Y/N stood by his side as he lay on the tight space of the pod. And just as the door was about the close, the soldat smiled lovingly at his precious person, as he called for her nickname one last time.

"So long, Родная (darling)."

Three weeks later. At Avenger's private gym.

Steve re-adjusted his stance as he took cautious step backwards, "Why are you avoiding her?" He asked straightforwardly.

Bucky huffed a heavy breath as he lunged forward for a strike, "What are you talking about?" He missed when Steve easily swerved away and countered back, "Don't play dumb, Buck. I'm not in a mood for that."

The brunette blocked his punch with his left forearm but Steve uses that as an opportunity to grab him and pushed him on the floor. Bucky groaned as he landed flat on his chest, left hand on his back.

"Well, I'm not in a mood to talk about it either." He growled as he swing his leg backwards, toppling Steve on his back and pushed his metal arm against his neck, choking him out of his breath, "So, drop it." He warned.

Steve tapped the floor as a sign of defeat and Bucky released his hold while retreat his arm away. Both of them was out of breath but for entirely different reason; Steve was literally choked, so that's fair, but Bucky was breathing heavily as soon as Y/N stepped into the gym.

He stood there with an intense frown on his face, glaring at the woman of his dreams. Literal dreams, or memories of the soldat that was left behind for Bucky after what happened with the winter soldier situation.

Thankfully the method worked, Shuri and Tony managed to bring Bucky back but just like before, he don't have any clear recollection what happened.

While Y/N made the team swore to never speak to Bucky about what he did when he relapsed, while Bucky himself also hides the fact that, much like his previous experience where the memories comes in a form of unsightly nightmares, his memories of those few days were also coming back in a form of dreams.

Though they were never linear. There was no way of knowing the actual flow of his memories.

It came more like snippets of certain moments, sometimes repetitive, sometimes glitchy but they were mostly such good dreams, beautiful even, however they didn't last very long.

At least, not according to Bucky.

Y/N stopped on her tracks as she saw Bucky, who blatantly throwing daggers at her through his eyes. She didn't know why but she didn't want to think of the worst, so she went towards him in hopes of proving her own mind that the negative instincts that she had was wrong.

But the moment she got close, "Hi Buck--" Bucky walked passed her as if she wasn't there in the first place. And she had to admit that, that shit was painful to go through.

And he had been acting like this for two weeks now. Avoiding her like a fucking plague. And she doesn't know why.

He was acting normal during the first week of his awakening, or maybe a little bit more reserved that he usually would be.

She doesn't know how else to explain it but he seemed to act really shy whenever Y/N accidently touched him.

Did someone told him about what happened? Is that why he's mad? She doesn't get it, and she wants to know why.

So before Bucky managed to walk further pass her, Y/N turned on her heels and tugged him by his right arm to stop him. Little did she knew, that might just be the one thing she shouldn't do.

It was like a pre-programmed reaction, when Bucky's body move on his own, as he harshly ripped himself from her grasps, almost dropping her to the ground.

Steve was second away from reaching out to catch her but luckily she found her balance back on her own.

Bucky leered down at her as he spoke, "Don't touch me." His voice came out much more venomous than he intended, making Y/N flinched to his command.

But if that what he needs to do to chase her away from him then so be it, "Just stay the fuck away from me." Bucky spat a cold warning before marching his way out.

Not only leaving Y/N in utter confusion, but with her heart torn to bled dry.

"No... soldat." She whimpered in his ears as his finger drew slow circles on her clit, his mouth latched on her shoulder.

Salty tears started to blur her vision when she sniffled them back.

"Look at you. Look how well you're taking me. My darling is such a good girl, isn't she?" The soldat sounds sickeningly sweet when he murmured in her ears.

"Don't." she whispered quietly.

"p-please soldat, ahh." She mewled, scratching the metal of his arm.

"That's it darling, cum for your soldat. give it to me,, aahhh" He motioned, forming an 'O' with his mouth as she clamp down on his fingers; with his wide eyes looking down at her exposed pussy.

Bucky's eyes snapped open, ripping him out of the distorted memories only to leave him gasping in the darkness. He woke up swimming in his bed, drowning in the flood of sheets with his heart pounding as if it was desperate to tear out of his chest.

He looked around suspiciously as if he didn't recognized his own room, until strain of his crotch distracted him. His eyes pried downwards to see his cock struggling to fit in his pants and the images of his lucid dream flashes again.

Bucky shuts his eyes tightly, hoping the torture would stop reminding him of his sins, "You sick fuck." A deep frown formed as he muttered curses to himself.

After hours and hours of free falling tears in her room, letting herself drown in a sorrow that she never knew she would ever experience, she let herself wonder back to those lovely moments of her with the soldat.

She found it ironic that somehow the memories of his touch was also the cure to the wounds left by cruelty of his words.

It's hours passed midnight and her tears finally stopped, at least until her body was able physically form more tears in her glands, she took the time as a chance for her to rest.

Y/N laid on her back, letting the remaining tears to fall into her ears.

Worst part of all of this was not knowing why, and being left in the dark, yet he managed to effortlessly left her heart broken into shatters.

"Don't touch me."

"Just stay the fuck away from me."

Bucky's words had been circling her mind like a raging tornado. It felt like the spitefulness of his voice was mocking the flaws of her fragmented heart, toying with what's left behind after the storm.

Y/N didn't even realized when did she started to make her way towards the kitchen, but it was as if her body knew its own limit when her feet walked her out of the confinement of her room and her mind remind her to hydrate herself.

As she entered the kitchen area, she wasn't expecting to see Bucky standing in the middle of it, leaning forward towards the counter tops.

Even with the little source of light from the corridor, Y/N could see the tiredness in his face as he stare blankly into nothing. But, his expression soon changed when he saw her.

She didn't know what she had done to make him so agitated whenever he laid his eyes on her.

The silence between them was so loud that Y/N couldn't help but to approach him.

"I..." She truly didn't know what to say but it felt like it was her fault. She did take advantage of him when the soldat took over; endless use of his body, hands, lips and not to mention what happened that night. "I'm sorry."

Bucky was truly appalled to her words, even though he didn't show it on his expression. Why does she had to apologize to him when he was clearly the problem, "Why are you apologizing?" his anger naturally slipped through as he spoke.

But Y/N didn't know that he was frustrated at himself, and not at her, so the tone that he used stung her as much as it did prior, "I don't know." She simply said.

Lies.

She knew exactly why apologized but she wasn't sure if Bucky knew what happened when he blacked-out. "I just... I don't want to stay away from you. I don't like it."

She can't; not when her yearning for him had grew stronger than ever before.

"Well, you better get used to it because it won't change any time soon." Bucky spat harshly.

Y/N felt her own rage started to bubble from within.

Why is he being so hot-headed and stubborn like a sulking child? Can't he just act like a fucking adult and talk it out?

Her brows crunched into a frown as she held back her tone, "Why?"

Bucky let out a frustrated as he tried to walk away, shooting a demanding glare as he was passing her, "Just do as you're told, y/n"

"Oh no, you're not gonna run away from this."

She grabbed him by his arms and pulled him back into the conversation. "That's not fair, Bucky."

"Not fair?" His eyes narrowed, as he looked down at the smaller.

She puffed out an angry breath as she glared up, "No, it is not fair! It's not entirely your choice to make." She can feel the flames started to spread, "Especially when you refused to tell me why." She yelled accusingly as she shoved her finger to his chest.

Blood roaring in Bucky's ears as his heart pounded hard, pouring the concealed frustration out like a broken dam as he explodes, "He almost raped you, y/n!!"

There was a few milliseconds of non-movements as both them let those few words sink into their processing brain, "I... almost raped you." His voice shook in both anguish and anger, leaving Y/N frozen in a speechless shock.

"Or maybe I already did and I don't even fucking remember." His hands roughly tugged his long hair back as if he tried to go through the pieces of shattered memories in his wrecked mind.

"And if that is not a fucking sign for you stay away from me, I don't know what else I should do to make you see that." Bucky was breathing heavily that his breaths echoed through the silenced space.

Y/N's mind was running wild as everything slowly clicked. Did he thought that he... No. She blinked several times before she could form actual words, "Bucky, what are you saying? It's okay, it's okay. Just please calm down first and--" she tried to reach for him but that only made Bucky retorted, physically and mentally.

"It's okay? No, it's fucking not. Are you even listening to yourself? Can't you see? I'm dangerous y/n." He sounded as desperate as he was for air. "Especially to you. And if my messed up past was not enough to prove it, then what happened between us when I relapsed certainly did."

His heart rate increase rapidly, and his lungs seemed to work double time. Yet, he refused to let her see how badly he needed comfort.

"Bucky, please breathe. And just.. listen to me--" Y/N was hopeless trying to pull him out of the chaos of his mind but he just wouldn't listen.

Bucky's voice started to waver as the dark revelation continued to cloud him, "He assault you, y/n. I fucking assault you. And I can't let that happened again. So, just please, stay awa--"

"It was my choice!" Y/N snapped as she grabbed Bucky by his shoulder, forcing him to focus on her. "Bucky, I let him touch me. I could stop him if I want to, but I didn't."

Bucky didn't understand, "W-why?"

"Because I know he wouldn't hurt me. You wouldn't hurt me." Y/N tried to lay it out for him slowly but then she realized that maybe he didn't need that right now.

"Fuck, Bucky! I'm not a saint." She cursed after a few short moments of hesitation, "I have a lot of feelings I need to deal with like every other human being. Lust, love, you name it. And he..."

In a brief moment, she thought of the soldat, "He gave me the opportunity to feel the love that I always wanted from you. He showed me what we could've been." There was a sense of longing in her eyes, "It started small, soft touches and loving kisses." She smiled to the memories of it.

"And the moment that I thought that it could've been you who's kissing me, touching me. I knew it was over." She didn't know how many times she almost slipped out his name whenever she calls for the soldat; the name 'Bucky' was always at the tip of her tongue but never out.

"One thing led to another and we... I didn't mean to let it stray too far." She confessed, "Bucky, I admit it was wrong for me to take advatange of you, of the soldat, and I know there's no excuse to my behaviour than my own inability to control my feelings for you."

If the soldat thought that he was being greedy, then that makes the two of them.

"I understand if you want me to stay away from you, but just let me say this out loud." Her hands slid down to find his, thankfully he didn't repulsed this time, "Bucky... I love you." She finally spilled the truth as her soften gaze trained on his eyes, "I have loved you for a long time."

Afraid that this could be the end, she refused to look away. She didn't care if Bucky would plunge daggers to her through his words, she want him to know that her feelings for him was unconditional.

And Bucky really tried his best to let all her words sink in, even though most of them were somehow redacted and lost in his head.

But, thankfully the most important ones was so loud and clear for him to draw a simple conclusion that would ease his relentless worries, "You...I.. I didn't force it on you?"

Y/N didn't know why she wasn't expecting him to believe her but she was glad that he did, "No" she replied simply.

Bucky's voice strangled while his hand gripping tighter in her hold, "I didn't hurt you?" His teary eyes pleaded for the truth.

"Not a even close." She smiled kindly.

Bucky felt as the unbearable burden on his shoulders was lifted off completely just by those few simple words that Y/N just uttered. The tears he was desperately holding back broke freely as they stream down his face, his shoulders trembled with the force of his emotions running through his veins.

He whispered, "You don't hate me for it?" He pulled her hands closer to his face, fluttering his eyes shut as he kissed the knuckles of her fingers.

"Never." Y/N reassured, as she cupped his face; stroking her thumbs on his scruffy cheeks, wiping the warm, salty tears away.

Bucky sighed to her touch, it seemed that his body remembered her more than his mind did, "And you love me?" He blinked as he placed his hand on top of her.

Y/N nodded with a loving curve on her lips, "Always have."

Bucky didn't know how she does it but she really did managed to mend and melt his heart all at the same time. It was magic. Or, maybe it was sorcery. But even if she ended up leaving a curse behind, Bucky would still be glad that he let her bewitched him.

Bucky stared down at her, admiring her the kindness in her eyes despite the swolleness of them. He felt bad for breaking her heart, making her cry. It tore his heart just thinking about it.

His tongue darted out for a brief second as his metal hand fell, wrapping around her body.

Y/N maintained to lock her eyes on his as her hand slid down, and pressed on his chest. Despite being comfortable with his touches, and with the amount of kisses the soldat had generously gave her, she shouldn't be nervous anymore but she was.

After all, the soldat never kisses her on the lips and Bucky had his eyes on hers since the beginning.

She wanted his too.

Seeing the anticipation in her eyes, Bucky leaned in to press a kiss on her lips, his flesh hand came up to tilt her chin up, then gently cupped her face as he pulled her closer.

Her lips was so soft against his, that Bucky was sure that he will crave to this every single day.

He briefly pulled away from the kiss to whisper a soft, "I love you too, y/n." Before coming down for another chaste, "More than you could ever fucking imagine." He almost growled as he dipped for more.

Their innocent kiss soon turned into something deeper. They kissed passionately, lost in the bubble of time and space, ignoring the silenced ambiance as they were fixated on the sound of their beating hearts.

And when they pulled away for air, Y/N giggled as a silly thought went through her mind, "Well, I kinda see the glimpse of it in those few days with the soldat, so I think I got the gist of it."

That caused Bucky to let out a genuinely hearty laugh before humming playfully, "Hmm, do you now?" He went in for another kiss, knowing full well that he was already addicted to the taste of her lips.

He just can't get enough of it.

Y/N answered briefly in between his kisses, "Yes."

Bucky smirked as he smoothly guided her backwards, until the back of her waist met with the cold tile of the kitchen isle, "Three times, was it?" his eyes glint with mischieve when he leaned again to steal another kiss.

"What is?" Y/N titled her head to the side, unknowingly giving access for Bucky to lead his kisses from her soft cheek down to her exposed neck.

His lips trailed along the crook of it as he whispered, "Was it three times that he made you cum?" If his goal was to seduce her; well it was safe to say that he did it rather flawlessly.

Y/N thanked god that the kitchen was dim-litted, because the redness on her cheek was rather embarrassing, "I-I'm not sure."

She lied. But, Bucky didn't need to know that.

Bucky chuckled lowly as he murmured, "It's okay, babydoll. We have all the time in the world to beat that record." his naughty hands had already made their way toward her ass before she even have the time to register what he suggested.

Lust decorated the blues in his eyes as he whispered, "Starting now."

End.

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friction | reader (f) x crush!nanami pt.6

pairing: reader (f) x crush!nanami

synopsis: [AU] you have always had a crush on nanami. since the day you were hired as his personal assistant, you've been right at his side combating numbers and making money within the finance department for the company you two worked for. but, things take a turn when nanami catches wind of your feelings, and rejects you. little did he know the weight of his mistake.

warnings: angst, heartbreak, sexual tension, jealousy (future smut)

a/n: yall... this is so long, so sorry. but thank you again for your patience, always appreciate you guys being so kind and considerate towards me. please enjoy this part!

all parts: pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4, pt.5,

December | Tokyo, Japan | Tuesday

Nanami’s clients extended their visit.

It has been more than a week since he and Haibara have been hosting them. Within that week, you might have seen Nanami maybe 3 times, if that. As much as it was good not to see him, you were a bit down. The once perfect dynamic now fell in the hands of complicated feelings and uncertain distance. The duality of emotion.

You found yourself a bit lost when clocking in. Subconsciously, you’d head over to the cafe and get Nanami his coffee. But now, as his new assistants have been assigned to do that, your subconscious has trouble assimilating. Your cubicle area feels hollow without Nanami tapping away answering emails and clocking numbers. Lunches that were always coordinated were now taken on your lonesome.

But, Haibara was one who would never let you get tortured by your own thoughts for long. “Y/N,” he sounds from behind. You don’t look over your shoulder, as your eyes are glued to your current assignment. You were fixing the words of a contract that Nanami and Takada curated together for a different client, making sure everything was concise and ready for the legal team to review.

“Mm,” you hum in response, listening as he took a seat in what once was Nanami’s creak.

“I have some work for you,” Haibara begins. “But before that, I was wondering if you’d like to have lunch later? With me, of course.”

You type one more word before freeing the keyboard, “you have the time to catch lunch with me?”

Haibara nods contently, “Nanami and I sealed the deal, so he and Takada shacho will be having lunch with the clients at that boujee steakhouse a few blocks from the office.”

You smile warmly, “congratulations, Haibara! I’m really happy for you guys.”

“Thank ya, thank ya,” he ‘humbly’ bows at your curt praise. “It was grueling but we did it.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t go with them to celebrate,” you ask, furrowing your brows a bit in confusion.

Haibara shrugs, “I was invited to go, but I wanted to catch up with you. It’s been a bit of time since we’ve been able to talk, besides me coming to give you work from Nanami.”

He’s too good to me. “Ah, please don’t let me be the reason you miss out on the best T-Bone steak of your life,” you say in a lamenting tone.

Haibara waives your worries, “you’re going through a shitty time, and I don’t want you to go through that alone. We can have a shitty time together.”

“Pff,” you huff, but you couldn’t hide the smile you had. Haibara truly was a warm soul, and you were beyond lucky to have created such a good friendship with him. “What is the assignment you need me to do?”

“Ah right!” Haibara fishes out a flashdrive from his black dress pants. He plops it on the desk, and flicks it towards you, the hard plastic sliding on the sleek surface. “This is the original presentation that you created for these very clients as the game plan for our collaboration. You made this in the case that it goes well, which it did.”

“Correct,” you kept up.

“Because they have agreed, Nanami needs updated numbers than the ones we have in all the charts and diagrams,” Haibara instructs, “nothing huge, just replacing all of those with our recent numbers. The information written will still be correct as it explains our steady ascension in the market.”

“Got it, got it,” you spew, your brain getting wrecked from all his words. You take the flashdrive in your hand and plug it into your computer. “It shouldn’t take too long, but I’ll review the written work just to make sure it truly is consistent. I’ll also send you and Nanami an email noting all the changes.”

“Sounds good to me.”

“Anyways, where are we eating?” You change topics upon the growling in your stomach. As you click away in editing the powerpoint, Haibara slides over a card to you. Looking down, it’s a small reservation slip for two at a steakhouse. “So you’re still getting steak?”

“I never said I wasn’t getting steak,” Haibara says amusingly. He fixes the small strand of black hair that came out from his excitement and he looks down at the reservation eagerly. “Takada shacho says I should take you out as well, as your work backed up everything we did this entire week.”

You widen your eyes, “me?”

“Y/N, you’re literally the biggest asset to this department,” Haibara whispers, attempting not to make your other colleagues feel inferior. “All these guys here are assets, too, but you are the direct backbone to Nanami’s reputation as our Head of Department. He can afford to make mistakes because you’re always there to reverse them or catch them before they happen. You’ve also made an effort to become the liaison between the team and Nanami, something that wasn’t quite there before.”

You look away, ignoring his praise, “that’s very kind of you to say, but I’m just an assistant. I just do what I’m told, Haibara.”

“You do what you’re told in a way that exceeds what’s expected of you,” Haibara notes. “Like I said, there was a reason you were transferred to our department. You’re resourceful anywhere you go, it seems, as I heard Sales was not your first department either.”

You nod with a small smile, “you’re absolutely right, it was not.”

“It was Legal, no?” Haibara recollects. “Hence why you assist with a lot of our contract-making in this department.”

“Someones gotta get these quick approvals,” you joke, “and you all are the turtles in that race.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever. Finish up what you’re doing and get ready. There’s a steak with my name on it!” Haibara chimes, his brain filled with steak and wine.

This weather was unkind. You knew it wasn’t going to be kind anytime soon, as Japan was going through the heart of the winter time, but you still had some heat to complain about. The two of you trekked through the fury of winds and snow to make it to the restaurant. Tae was kind enough to prepare a very hot tea before your lunch, as you visited the cafe for a few minutes waiting for Haibara to finish his own work (the hypocrite). He even drew a cute smiley face on your cup.

“For Haibara.” Your coats and garments get taken by a few gentlemen at the front before being guided by the host. She guides the both of you through the restaurant, two menus under her arm. You could tell this was a restaurant frequented by the corporate workers in the area. Everyone was ornate in suits and office wear, with discussions of work blaring in every side of your hearing periphery. It made you glad you wore one of your favorite pencil skirts, as it was this tight fitting skirt that complimented your legs. Despite this being somewhat of a work lunch, you were glad to look nice in a room of intimidation.

During your escort, the two of you caught the eye of Nanami, Takada, and the clients in a long table on your own. Haibara allows the woman to finish guiding the both of you, before he quickly nudges for you to join him in greeting them. Your face pales at the thought alone of meeting highly respected clients, but a pair of familiar hazel eyes puts you at ease.

Nanami was the first to get up from his chair, and walked over to the both of you. He was… wearing a navy blue suit, with a black tie. It had been since the first holiday party you spent in the Finance Department that you saw Nanami in such attire. Even now, he still looks ever so sharp, with the fabric struggling to stay together against the mountains of Nanami’s muscles. Even with your feelings in disarray, there was no denying the instant uplift in feelings from Nanami’s smile.

He rests one of his hands on the middle of your back, feeling the light warmth of his palm. His smile towards you doesn’t flicker for a moment, hazel eyes warm and rich like chocolate. “This is my true assistant, Y/L/N-san. Although Takada shacho has kindly lent me his assistants, this woman here is the one who truly does it all for me.”

A few of the clients rise and go towards you to shake your hand. You shyly put out your hand and curtly bow before each of them. “I’m so sorry to make you all stand up and greet me while you all are enjoying lunch. Please, ignore me and continue!”

“We’d be crazy not to greet a woman who is highly regarded such as yourself,” one gentleman hums. He shakes your hand, allowing the hold to linger as he eyed you. “Nanami-san has told us plenty about your work under him, so it’s a pleasure to see the beauty behind his words.”

You feel your cheeks warm, “a-ah, thank you very much! That’s very kind of you to say.”

Another client chimes, “don’t be so modest! Sit and eat with us!”

You look over quickly at Nanami, before you face the president of the company. You find an excuse to free your hand from one of the gentlemen before curtly bowing at Takada. “Good afternoon, Shacho-san. I apologize for interrupting your meal.”

Takada smiles warmly up at you, gesturing for you to go over to him. You lament leaving the safety of Nanami’s hand on your back and go over to Takada. From his seat, he offers you his hand and shakes it kindly. “You are not interrupting a thing, Y/N. If you’d like to join us, you absolutely may. But as you two both have a reservation, I’d hate to take you from that. I assume you two have some work to be discussed?”

Haibara coughs, clearly allergic to the word ‘work’ during his break. But you go along with it, using it as a hopeful excuse to not sit with them. “Thank you for thinking of me when making the reservation, Shacho. Haibara kacho just recently touched on my new assignment from Nanami kacho, so I was hoping to get more details about it during our meal.”

Takada smiles up warmly, “such a diligent worker. Remind me to thank Geto-san, as he was the one who hired you. We should have a meeting soon to discuss your growth here in this company, Y/N.”

>Insert Geto being the head of the Legal Department, and the man who scouted you initially to be his assistant.

Your stomach churns at the thought of being transferred again. Especially since you’ve found a comfortable flow within your department under Nanami. At least, when it was comfortable.

“I’ll be readily available for that conversation, Shacho-san,” you shyly let out.

With your nerves running high, you begin to really realize your setting and take note of a few things. One, all of the clients have kept their eyes on you the entire time. Two, Nanami was glaring at the client that just finished shaking your hand. And three, of all things, you noticed that Takada has 4 vacant seats near him..

“B-but, I do hope you all enjoy your meal!” You quickly spew out, returning to the topic at hand. “I apologize for not being able to greet the remainder of your guests, Shacho-san.” Curiosity truly bested you.

“Ah, they are just my assistants that you’re already familiar with, Y/N,” Takada informs. “They’ve been happily helping us host our dear clients during this time. I hope they’ve given you the opportunity to have some space from your helicopter boss.”

Takadas joke lands well with everyone except Nanami, who now holds a less content expression. He quickly makes his way towards you, his eyes filled with conviction. On his way, he pats Haibara’s shoulder before cementing himself by your side. But you hold no feelings towards Nanami, as you were busy not trying to take any offense. Although Takada offered and you weren’t expecting a seat during this meal, it was peculiar that Nanami made no effort to include you.

“As the both of us are here now, I’d like to take the opportunity to speak to Y/N-san regarding the assignment I recently sent to her,” Nanami hums, moving more in front of you now. You remained quiet, no words finding its way out of your mouth. Nanami looks over at Haibara, “I’ll be borrowing her briefly, if that’s alright.”

Haibara looks at you but you make an effort to tame his worry. Reluctantly, he smiles and nods, “that's perfect. Let us dine to a successful collaboration!” Haibara riles the men, as they begin to beckon over waitresses for a round of drinks.

Nanami takes this moment to guide you away from the suddenly energetic table, and brings you towards an elevator. There, a guard stood, but moved the moment he saw Nanami. He taps the elevator’s button before moving aside, allowing you two to enter upon its arrival. You two stood in the brass elevator, your short heels digging into the tacky red fabric on the elevator floor. Silence sauntered between the two of you.

But now in this limited space, you felt a sense of calm. Though your feelings were still in a ditch, you were giving them more and more thought. You’ve been more or less conducting yourself well, considering the couple of days that you spent crying over Nanami’s words. It draws the question of whether or not your feelings were true towards him. Or perhaps they are true, and you’re just feigning it to cope.

Either way, you couldn’t help but envy Nanami’s indifference. Your eyes lend over to him, seeing his straight stature, and sharp appearance. Both hands were housed in his pockets, and his eyes focused strictly on the doors of the elevator. You couldn’t prove it, but you had a very strong feeling that this was not going to go well.

The elevator halts, and the two of you free yourselves after the ascend. It was the top of the restaurant, which was entirely covered by a glass dome. But the beauty of the floor was its greenery. Trees, shrubs, and flowers alike flourished in this greenhouse-like environment. You were quite impressed that these greens could flourish while the restaurant still maintained a comfortable temperature.

In the center of it all, was a humble bar.

“Would you like a drink, Y/N?”

You pause. “Do you have any more assignments for me today?”

Nanami simply shakes his head, starting the stride for the both of you towards the bar. “Just the assignment I told Haibara to share with you.”

“Then I suppose a few shots wouldn’t be too bad,” you say calmly, loosening your hair from the tight ponytail you had it in. You allow your hair to bounce freely, finding a lot of peace from the release of the pressure. “Are you paying?”

Nanami shakes his head, “Takada rented out the space completely. It’s under the company’s card.”

“6 shots of Anejo, please,” you calmly requested the dark tequila. The bartender nods before disappearing to find the very expensive liquor.

“I didn’t realize you were a drinker, Y/N,” Nanami begins. He pulls out one of the seats and offers a hand. You take his hand, feeling the bursts of emotion in your heart from his touch. His palms were cold, dry, and ornate with callouses. But somehow, his fingers were soft as they delicately touched the top of your own. You carefully take a seat, keeping your free hand under your rear to make sure your pencil skirt didn't hike up. The last thing you needed was to flash the guy who rejected you.

You shake your head, “no, no, ‘m not so much of a drinker. But I do have a preference for dark liquors.”

“I’m shocked,” Nanami takes the seat to your left, “you’re someone with quite the sweet tooth for drinks.”

“I’m not really crazy about drinking, but I do drink. I prefer to get drunk quicker with less, than to waste money getting drunk after 10 sweet drinks.”

“It’s on the company card, you wouldn’t be wasting money of your own.”

You shrug, “force of habit.”

It felt good to talk like this. Not restricted at work, nor floaty from Nanami’s presence. Though, you had to admit that the only reason you could speak like this was because you haven’t met his eyes since you two got here.

Before another word is exchanged, your shots make their way to your area. The bartender kindly splits it between the both of you, and three shot glasses sit patiently before you. You pick up one of the shots, with Nanami following your lead. With a quiet clank, you both down your shot.

“Mm, before I forget,” you murmur, dabbing the loose liquor from your bottom lip. You dig your hand into your pocket, fishing out the flashdrive Haibara passed you. “Here’s the revised presentation. I tweaked everything regarding our company’s growth so far this year, the revenue, how we will benefit from this collaboration, and prospectively how our clients will benefit from it as well.”

“You did that all just today?” Nanami’s words were imbued with surprise. He was impressed.

You shook your head, “I’m not that amazing, Nanami kacho. I was already drafting it during your time with them. I’ve had a lot of free time, as you’ve sporadically given me assignments, or independent work I have long been ahead of.”

He quickly takes the flashdrive from you, “I don’t even know why I ask– you’re excellent, as usual. With that said, I wanted to ask you the question I wanted to ask from the other day.”

“Hm?”

“I’ve been wondering why you’ve been addressing me with ‘kacho,’” Nanami asks simply. “This has been a sudden and recent development that I don’t quite understand.”

“You’re my boss,” you urge, your fingers sliding your second shot closer to you. You could feel your heart get just a bit heavier. “These are the formalities we’re to have with one another.”

“Y/N, you have not called me that since your first month under me,” Nanami reminds you. “It’s perfectly fine if you would like to revert back, but I would at least like a heads up, or a reason why.”

“Do I have to tell you why I’ve decided to address you more respectfully again?” You take the shot glass in your hand, ready to down it. “It's the expectation.”

Nanami shakes his head, “it is not the expectation anymore when this is something we agreed to drop. When you started calling me that, I wasn’t sure what happened. Would you like me to also address you with honorifics again?”

“If you’d like,” you spew nonchalantly. You down your second shot.

“Even the way you speak is different,” Nanami points out. He, too, drinks his second shot. He shakes slightly from the sudden strength of the alcohol. “All of this started happening since the day I came over to your apartment to work. If I may ask, did I offend you on my visit?”

”Does it matter?”

“It does matter,” Nanami coos, “to me, it matters. The way we get along is very important to me.”

Your heart threatens to flutter from his words. But your hurt feelings were riding your mind, and producing your words. “I’m just your assistant. I was forced on you by Takada shacho.”

“And where did you hear that from?” Nanami looks over at you, trying to find answers in your distant expression. “Did you hear that through a rumor? Our department's amount of gossiping is unbecoming of my expectations.”

“You have been working with this company for a long time,” you begin slowly. “Within your tenureship, you haven’t had an assistant since Haibara was promoted. Why did you accept now of all times?”

Nanami emits a sigh, his hand snaking towards the third shot, “I’ll tell you if you look at me.”

A nausea surges from your stomach, and your body goes a bit cold from nerves. You were able to speak so boldly like this from not meeting those hazel eyes, and that handsome face. It was easy to speak this openly without staring at his neat, blonde locks or the way his suit hugs his maintained body. It was all easy when you weren’t facing him, and the reality of your situation. It was easy not to look directly at your crush, and the feelings that haven’t tainted, even after his time at your apartment.

You down the third shot, gesturing to the bartender with a lifted finger spinning in a circle. He nods at your request for another round and clears your now empty shot glasses. You emit a struggling sigh, slowly turning your head to face Nanami. You bit your tongue, noticing the glimmer of hurt in his own eyes. But he smiles warmly still, despite everything.

“You’re still a woman of trade,” he says, almost in a relieving tone. “This sounds like we need to air out a lot of things between us. So I suppose this is the best time to be honest with you, yes? Geto and Shoko have told me all about your talent from being both of their assistants since you started. So I… had known about you before you were assigned to me. Shacho spoke to me about it, and I was less reluctant because I had heard nothing but good when it came to you.”

This was interesting. You had not a clue who Nanami was, only that he was the head of Finance. You never interacted with him, simply only knowing him through passing words from Geto, Shoko and your fellow colleagues between both departments. He was somewhat famous within the company for being such a hard worker, someone who got promoted seamlessly to an executive position within a year's time. But you were here for a paycheck, and paid no mind to irrelevant people. But he knew about you.

“So, you accepted me because you knew I was really good at my job?” You began, squinting your eyes curiously.

“Rather, I wanted to see if you were truly worth what was said about you,” Nanami explains. “Your ability to excel in different areas of work intrigued me, and I wanted to see how you would perform in my department.”

“So you wanted to test me?” You spat, “like some experiment?”

Nanami felt a pit of regret in his throat. “No, no, please don’t take it like that, Y/N,” Nanami backtracks, “you have no idea how impressed I am with your work, and have no regrets taking you on as my assistant. But word of mouth alone doesn’t convince me of someone's greatness. I had to see it for myself, if that’s less brute.”

“What, were you just bored then?” You couldn’t really understand him. This was all too new for you. “What did you gain from this? Satisfying your curiosity by expecting a 50% chance of me not being what I’ve been highly regarded as?”

Shots joined the both of you, but the heat of the conversation made them remain in the background. Nanami rubs his eyes with dragging hands, “Y/N, listen to me good and well, because I’m not going to let you misunderstand me. I am extremely grateful to have gotten an assistant like you because I refuse to have anybody that doesn’t match my work ethic. Although I was not a fan of having an assistant, I only ever heard good things. I knew you’d be great, but you surpassed my already high expectations of you.”

“Nanami kacho–”

“Please, stop calling me that,” Nanami interrupts you. “I admit that it’s a bit upsetting for our relationship to revert back into a strict manner. I can accept that you’re uncomfortable with it, but I’d at least like to know why and if there’s any way I can mend it.”

“Can you make it clear what sort of relationship we have?” You nitpick now.

“What do you mean?” Nanami’s expression held genuine confusion. “You’re my assistant, and I’m your boss.”

You could feel yourself wanting to cry a bit. “So why does it matter if I address you as kacho again?”

“Because we established some comradery between us,” Nanami points out, “is it bad that I feel comfortable with you to drop honorifics and be less formal?”

“Do you see me as a friend?” You ask quietly, trying your best to calm the coating of tears in your eyes. You were seeing him in a gentle blur, almost the physical embodiment of your current feeling of disconnect.

“I… see you as one of my most trustworthy colleagues,” Nanami carefully places his words in his sentence. “We’re friend-ly, in a sense. I enjoy working with you.”

You were coming to your limit. You finally found the deadend that you were trying to avoid for such a long time. But as you faced Nanami, seeing his cheeks turn a light hue of pink, you knew that your heart would always be right.

You like Nanami.

You like the fact that he’s a workaholic, but is always content whenever you are able to ease his workload.

You like that he always shows his appreciation towards you, never forgetting to say thank you, or reminding you that you were an asset to him and the department.

You like that he gets excited when you plan your shared lunch, and already know what he wants/would probably like.

You like that he wears the same blue shirt.

You like that he drinks coffee with half a fig in it. You love that he confided in you regarding the reason.

But, even so.

“Nanami, you did offend me when you came to my apartment,” you changed topics. Your heart was beating fast, your nerves making you want to shut up and run away. But it was time to clear the air. It was time to give the confession you deserved to do before a rumor forced you back into your shell. “It regards the rumor you heard about… me liking you.”

“Oh?” He was surprised.

“Those rumors are absolutely correct,” you admitted, though your throat was ready to close up and force your words back down. You grab one of the new shot glasses and down it. “Mm,” you hum, wiping some loose liquor from your lip, “I do like you, Nanami. I have had a crush on you for a while now, but after the way you reacted to just the rumor of it, I couldn’t go back to how we were.”

Nanami looks at you, his eyes looking desperately around your face. It was almost like he was waiting for you to say ‘just kidding!’ and laugh it off like it was a prank. But you only continued to down your shots, waiting for any response. You found solace in the alcohol, allowing it to rebuild the little courage that was lagging.

“Why… how come,” Nanami’s words were spotty, you finally had him speechless. If only the context wasn’t shitty. “How come you never cleared it up that day? Why did you go along with it?”

“Because you looked so relieved when you believed it to be just a rumor, a lie,” you spouted. Tears were finally welling up in your eyes, triggered by the recollection of that day. “Almost as if you were glad that I didn’t actually like you.”

“It is… easier for me to be on my own than to be romantically affiliated with someone,” Nanami admits softly. His words were still fairly cool, but his tone was low in an attempt to not offend you any more than he has. “I’m not… good with people having feelings towards me. It complicates things. Especially if it's a coworker.”

“We spend more time with one another than with our friends or loved ones,” you rationalized, “it’s not foreign if feelings develop between us, considering how much we see one another.”

“So explain why I don’t share that sentiment,” Nanami says coolly. You widen your eyes at him, your heart finally turning over in its grave. He quickly holds your elbow, noticing the agony in your expression. Warm tears spill down your burning cheeks. His touch feels like lava. “That’s not what I meant to say, Y/N, please let me fix my words.”

You snatch your elbow out of his hand, “thank you for being honest with me about your own feelings.” You grab a tissue from the box at the bar, and blow into it. You could tell your entire face was red, which was embarrassing considering you had to go back to the office in a bit. “I apologize that my feelings brought us here.”

Nanami quickly puts an arm between you and the shot glasses you were aiming for, “Y/N, I’m sorry for being insensitive towards you. I didn't mean to say what I said just now. At least, not the way I said it.”

You shake your head, your eyes giving him a pained gaze, “no, no, it’s better like this. You’re being direct with me… I’d rather that you don’t try to spare my feelings.”

Nanami felt his world go dim. It was strange to confront you like this. You would not be the first woman who ended in tears upon confessing their feelings to him. And he would always attempt to soothe their hearts before paying the tab of whatever bar or dinner they were left to sob. But seeing the light leave your eyes, and your hollow expression left a mark in his memory.

He wanted to respond, but his mouth went dry. It was like the alcohol was on your side, as his tongue couldn’t even bounce off the words he wanted to say. It bothered him that you looked away and have yet to look back, almost like you were ready to leave your feelings behind right this moment. As if… you were moving on right now.

He didn’t want to let you go back, not like this, no. But he felt powerless now. And before he could respond with something, anything, you hop out of your seat. He notices the shot glasses were now empty, and keeps his gaze on you. “H-hey, don’t go back like this– please have a glass of water and calm down first.”

Your body was warm and loose, but you weren’t eager to be near him any longer. You ignore his offer. “Don’t lose that flashdrive for tomorrow.” You properly put on your purse, and adjust your pencil skirt. Before you leave, you face Nanami once more. You see his flush face, a mixture of his own complicated feelings and the alcohol taking its toll. His hazel eyes were dark, their glow was fleeting. He looked lost, and felt distant. But, you lend him a small, weak smile. “Thank you for letting me like you. It’s been fun.”

“Y/N,” your name leaves his mouth like a broken piano key. You curtly bow and turn around, allowing yourself to cry more aggressively (yet quietly) as Nanami watches your figure get smaller until you are completely out of sight.

But he knew better than to think you’d be out of mind, too.

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astrolynnworld · 11 months ago

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bondage

pairing: dom!matt x reader

summary: matt has a bondage kink that he wants to try

warnings: smut, bondage, language, oral, degradation, praise, implements of daddy, choking, one use of spit play, rough, love, lust.

pre a/n- this is gonna take me so long to write, watch

word count: 1,603

although it was a few days after christmas, matt told me that he still had a surprise gift for me.

so here i am waiting for him to bring this mysterious gift out

matt comes into the living room with a big box in his hand, and a smile plastered on his face

“oh god” i say out loud as he places the box down in front of me

“open!!” he says excitedly

I get to opening the boxes wrapped in paper.

inside the box i find multiple whips, ropes, and handcuffs

“huh? what the fuck is all this?” i asked confused and unamused

“remember when you said that if there was anything we wanted to try in bed, we can just bring it up to each other with no shame?” he states, implying something bigger

“yeahhh..” i respond

“well, this is kinda new, but I want to try.. bondage” he replies hesitantly

“bondage huh?” i repeat for clarification.

“yeah.. bondage” he says again hesitantly.

“i like the idea of you being restrained, while i am in full control of your stimulation” he continues

“oh..” i say in complete awe

“we don’t have to if you’re not into it I just thought it would be-“

“no no no i’m totally down. I just wasn’t expecting something like this from you.” i interrupt

“when would you want to try something like this?” i continue

“uhm.. i was kind of thinking right now. if you’re down with that?” he asks

“oh! okay yeah.” i reply as i stand up from the couch

i follow him to the bedroom, “this is gonna be interesting” i say with a chuckle

we get to the bedroom and matt starts unbuckling the restraints and attaching them to the bed frame

i stand by an watch the boys plan unfold right in front of him.

he gets up off the bed, “strip” he demands

“why don’t you take them off for me” i look up at him with my seductive eyes

he smiles and comes in close to kiss me

he strips me down to my underwear and bra as he continues kissing me

he sits me on the bed starts undressing himself before making his way back to me

he starts kissing up and down my body making my way to my pussy.

he takes off my underwear and starts lathing at my clit

licking up and down so slow and gently.

he takes his hand and starts using his fingers to circle my clit as he licks up and down my pussy.

“fuck matt, your tongue feels soo good. please don’t stop” i moan and buck up into him

he now takes his hand and uses the wet coat of my juices to slide into my hole

he uses his fingers to thrust in and outside of my hole while still giving me the oral stimulation on my clit

the combination was overwhelming and i continued to grind into his face until he pulled back

“do you wanna be a good girl baby?” matt asks

i nod my head

“words princess” he states

“yes. i wanna be a good girl daddy” i reply

“well good girls listen to their daddies okay? so you’re going to do everything i say correct?” he issues

“correct” i repeat

“good girl. now lay in the middle of the bed for me baby” he demands

i do as im told.

he grabs the restraints and starts tying it to each limb of mine.

first the right arm, then my right leg, moving on to my left arm and my left leg.

“there you go baby. all set!” he says as he tightens the last restraint

he crawls on top of me and and starts to tease my lips

he would kiss me once then pull his head back in order for me to fish for more

“baby pleaseee. you know i need you so bad right now” i beg

he lightly slaps my cheek then grabs my throat, “i know you do princess, which is why you’re in my full control”

he leans down to my face while still holding my throat, i can feel his breath on my lips

“so pathetic. i love it”

“stick your tongue out for me princess.” he insists

i can see the salvia leave his lips to make contact with my tongue

“swallow.” he demands

i follow as instructed

“such a good girl for me, my love” he smiles while jerking on his hard dick

he starts to climb up higher to my face, and dangling his cock in front of my face making me go cross eyed

“you look so dumb underneath me like this” he smiles

i stick out my tongue and lift my head up as far as it can go so i could reach his cock with my mouth

“aww is my little slut struggling to get my cock? does she want me to make it easier for her” he says before inching it closer

still not enough for me to reach. each time my tongue touches the tip, he pulls back a little

i throw my head down in frustration, “please matt. please don’t do this to me” i beg

“tell me what you want and i’ll give it to you” he says

i pick my head back up, “your cock matt. i want your cock in my mouth matthew. i want you to fuck my throat, please” i whine

and with a swift motion, matt grabs my head and inserts his cock in my mouth

he uses his hands to push me back and forth on his cock while he also uses his hips to thrust inside my mouth

“fuck your mouth feels so good” he groans while throwing his head back

“your throat is so tight and warm on my cock.. fuck” he continues

nothing other than the sloppy sounds of him fucking my mouth and his moans can be heard throughout the room

“oh my god you’re such a slut. i bet you like that i’m in full control of you like this right now. i bet you’re so turned on by this” he grunts out

“you like when i fuck your throat when you’re tied up under me with no control? huh?”

“i bet it feels so good to you huh? such a nasty little slut. my slut. my slutty princess who’s such a good girl for daddy.”

all as he continues to fuck my throat

“fuck i’m gonna cum-“ he slows down his pace and pulls out.

i take gasp silently trying to catch my breath and regain air

“as much as i’d love to cum in your pretty little mouth, there’s better holes to work on” matt says before slide back down to my bottom half

he starts using his cock to tease my clit and wake her up from the lack of stimulation in the past few minutes

but doesn’t take long before she’s starts leaking out wet juices again

“so fucking hot” matt exclaims before sliding into my hole

i arch my back at the feeling of his girthy long cock sling inside me

matt’s length never fails to surprise me

he starts off slow with a deep thrust that sends me into a shock every time he pushes himself in

i can feel everything in my body stop when he pushes himself in like this

i don’t even have words for him, i can’t even get to thinking right now it just feels too good.

“you look so brain dead on my cock right now. do you like it when i take care of you like this princess?” he asks

i nod my head

“words princess.”

“nugh- ye- yes matt. yo- feel so f- fucking good ri- right fuck- right now” i try to form a sentence

he bends down and starts kissing me while interlocking my restrained hands with his

“i- it’s n- not fair t- that you g- get to make me f- feel like this.” i whimper out while shutting my eyes

“look at me” he responds

i try to look at him but it’s so hard to keep my eyes open

“look at me or im going to stop”

i try my best to keep my eyes open as he fucks deep into me, picking up the pace

“i fucking love you”

“nhmmm i love you so much matt. fuck” i say trying to keep my composure

“you’re so fucking perfect and you always feel so good”

“there’s nobody better than you”

“you’re so fucking perfect and you’re fucking mine”

“my perfect girl, mine all mine.”

i feel the knot in my stomach starting to untie

“matt im gonna cum.” i say while squeezing his fingers that are still interlocked with mine

“me too baby. just cum with me.”

“cum with me like the good girl you are”

“daddy’s good girl”

i arch my back and fuck myself into his cock for the last few times as i come undone on his cock

he throws his back back as he also releases his high

he brings his head back down to kiss me as we both finish off our orgasms.

“you’re so fucking good to me. i couldn’t have found anymore more perfect than you” matt praises

i blush and smile, “i love you matt”

“i love you more y/n”

matt undoes the restraints and uses a bedside towel to clean up our messes

he tosses the towel in the hamper and proceeds to climb back in bed to cuddle me to sleep.

couldn’t have chose a better life

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a/n- took me an hour and a half but i really love this story so much!! hope you guys enjoy as well

@mattsneezing <3

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bunnysbrainrot · 1 year ago

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Guessing Game

Kinktober Prompt: Oral

Relationship: Sam Winchester/Reader/Dean Winchester (no Wincest, ew)

Content: EXPLICIT (18+ only), oral (f and m receiving), A LOT of degradation, praise, pussy slapping, p in v, DP, creampie (recreate responsibly), this is filthy so please be advised, ‘bitch’ is used in the dirty talk.

Summary: Can your body tell the difference between the brothers? If you’re correct, you’ll be rewarded. If not, well…

A/N: Writing this had me completely soaked i’m not gonna lie. ANYWAY HAVE FUN.

Darkness shrouds your vision under the blindfold, having been tied around your head by Dean moments before you were carefully stripped down, layer by layer, until you lay completely bare on his bed. He gives off hardly any sound to gauge your surroundings, as if a predator animal circling its prey.

Goosebumps run along your arms as cold air brushes by, but the presence stirring this air is different than Dean. You freeze where you lay, closing your legs and covering your aching tits with your shivering arms.

Despite your uncertainty, your exposed core is molten while you wait for Dean’s voice to ring out. Your body is rigid once more when someone else speaks.

“We’re gonna play a game.”

Sam’s voice is low and clear, and now he’s seen you stark naked, sprawling open on his brother’s bed, waiting for your boyfriend to please you. You reeled silently over where and when he could’ve made his way into the room. Had he been here the whole time, watching everything?

Familiar hands slide over your shielding arms and coax them apart, letting cool air kiss your pebbled nipples.

Dean whispers, “It’s okay, baby girl, you’re safe with Sammy. He ain’t gonna hurt you.”

Your head snaps to his voice, about to protest, but Dean’s mouth finds yours in earnest, groaning into your slacked mouth. You swallow his sounds nonetheless, hearing Sam’s voice echo around the room once again.

“Dean, want to explain what’s going on?”

Your boyfriend hums against your lips before he breaks away, mumbling against your cheek.

He mutters, “Poor Sammy’s been pretty lonely lately-“

You can sense Sam’s scowling, “No, I haven’t-“

“So I invited him to play, too.” Dean’s lips work across your slacked jaw, trailing up to the tender spot below your ear, making you squirm into his lean form.

The warmth and softness tells you that he did away with his own clothes, and all you could imagine was if Sam did the same.

“A… game?” you whisper.

A new hand wanders to your calf, radiating a deep warmth into your skin. It’s bigger than Dean’s, so you instantly know it’s Sam at your lower end.

Sam’s voice is closer to where you lay, you tense at his words, “Just one rule: guess who’s who.”

“Mhm,” Dean hums against your collarbone now, skirting his lips downward, “y’gotta guess if it’s me or Sammy makin’ you feel good, sweetheart.”

One of the brothers slides a hand to your chest, palming your tits with eagerly, since Dean was near your chest when he kissed you, surely it was him.

You nip at your bottom lip, stifling a moan as two fingers roll your nipple. “Dean.”

“Nope,” says Sam, landing a sharp slap on your tit, striking your perk nipple. You release your lower lip with a cry, panting softly at the twinge of pain.

“Wasn’t me, baby,” Dean mutters, right below your belly button, ever lowering himself, “if you get it wrong, you get punished. If you get it right, you get a reward.”

You nod dumbly at the instructions. The hand on your tits brushes your cheek, then travels between the valley of your breasts, and vanishes. The only sensation on your body is a pair of lips traveling toward your thighs, and what lies between them.

“Now, let’s see what we’ve got here,” says Dean, his voice sounds from between your thighs, closing in on your dripping slit.

Somehow, the mystery of this, and Sam’s surprising involvement sends fire roiling through your gut, and straight to your needy pussy. You shift your thighs together and clench your cunt onto nothing.

Dean’s fingers spread your slick folds, gently prying your thighs apart with a free hand. You relax your legs and flex your hips wide, baring yourself to him, and giving him free reign over the sight before him.

A low whistle sounds above your tummy, “Fuck, that’s a pretty pussy, Dean. Every night?”

“Just about,” Dean replies. Their voices mix too closely to differentiate who is who, sending you into a tizzy. “But that pussy’s mine whenever I want it.”

Sam comments, “Lucky guy. If I had a girl with a pussy like this, I’d be using it every night.”

Two fingers dip between your folds, using your slick to easily slide past your entrance, and curling perfectly inside. You gasp, giving your answer with a shaky exhale.

“Dean. It’s Dean.”

He purrs, “Attagirl - you’d know my fingers anywhere, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?” Dean pumps his fingers one, two, three times before he removes them.

You whine at the empty feeling, rolling your hips to search for something, anything, to gain pressure from. Your clit throbs between your slick folds, aching with need.

A pair of hands pries your thighs open, holding you securely before a tongue slides into your slit. You release a soft moan and buck your hips onto the warmth. It’s familiar, but the hands aren’t the same.

“Dean?” you ask waveringly. A low hum sounds against your clit, sending the tremors through the aching bud.

Sam’s voice sounds from above Dean’s head, “Smart girl. I’m just holding you open for him, honey.”

You smile at your success, still letting yourself relish in the sensations flooding through your clit, happily lapped at by Dean. He swirls his tongue around your pearl, taking it between his teeth to make you hitch a breath. Dean smiles wickedly against your pussy.

“Okay, sweetheart,” Dean announces, breaking away from your sex. A moment passes before you hear him again. “Guess who.”

His voice is still near your thighs. You aren’t spread open again, but a tongue dips between your folds and finds your clit, teasing and light. It feels like Dean, with its soft lapping and swirling motions, mixed with thick stripes from your throbbing hole to your hardening clit.

A light pinch on your thigh instructs you to answer, “Dean.”

The mouth breaks away and is replaced with a harsh slap, directly on your clit. You cry out, loudly.

“Wrong,” growls Sam. His thumb runs a circle around your clit, pressing harshly enough to make you cry out. The mix of pain and pleasure is overwhelming enough to make you cry. Tears prick the back of your eyes, welling over and slipping past your cheeks, dampening the blindfold.

Dean’s voice startles you next to your ear. His thumb swipes along your cheekbone, collecting remnants of your tears.

“Aww, don’t cry, pretty girl,” he coos, “did Sammy hurt you?” The touches on your clit soften up. Sam’s fingers brush around further, wet with a new slickness, and he hums happily.

“I dunno, Dean. Little slut’s still getting wet,” Sam protests, dipping a finger past your tight entrance. Dean’s smile is palpable, and a new wickedness fills his tone.

His mouth brushes your ear, “You like that, baby? Y’like it when he slaps your little pussy? Never knew you were such a slut for the pain, sweetheart.”

“Whore for it, more like. Fuck. Practically dripping for me,” Sam’s fingers delve further and curl, longer than Dean’s and striking deeper than you’d ever felt. Your back arches with the motions, followed by soft, whimpering moans as Sam pumps his fingers through your fluttering walls.

Dean’s mouth finds your nipple, licking and biting with fervor. A free hand travels to the other and twists roughly, making you gasp, though another rush of heat heads to your pussy, clenching down on Sam’s fingers.

He hisses through gritted teeth, “Jesus, she’s tight.”

Humming sounds around your toyed nipple, “Mhm.” Dean’s words brush over your skin, “Perfect lil’ pussy, all for me.”

“Willing to share?” Sam asks, picking up his pace inside of you, dragging his fingers along your g-spot with each movement.

Dean snaps, “Don’t press your luck.”

Possessive bastard, you think, but moan sharply.

Sam’s tongue finds your clit once again, suckling at the small nub while his fingers stay busy. The combination unravels you quickly and your orgasm chases you in a matter of seconds.

Your walls clench around his fingers, and Sam mutters something under his breath. Dean slaps your tit this time.

“Can’t cum without permission, sweetheart,” he says. When you’re together it’s his rule that you always have his say-so, apparently it’s no different here.

You start to protest, but he stops you, “If you’re cumming at all, it’s with my permission, do you understand me?”

Sam nips at your clit to make you answer, “Y-yes, sir.”

You can feel Sam smiling on your pussy. He mumbles, “You trained her well, Dean.”

Dean pulls away from your chest, and his voice travels toward where Sam lies between your thighs. You assume it’s Dean slapping your upper thigh, close to where Sam’s head rests atop your cunt.

“Perfectly trained little bitch.”

Your orgasm is trailing behind, you gasp out, “Can I cum, sir?”

A beat passes.

“Cum.”

In an instant, you do. Your release blasts like a firework behind your eyes as you clench around Sam’s fingers, mewling softly while he pumps you through the shockwaves. Sam pulls himself from you, and you hear him shift to stand with his brother.

Dean pats your thigh, “Beautiful, isn’t she, Sammy?”

A low growl rumbles from Sam’s throat, “I want her, Dean. I want to feel her.”

The back-and-forth electrifies your nerves. You were Dean’s, but now that Sam was seemingly fighting him over you, there was no way of knowing what would be next.

“Not today, Sam.”

Not today?

Sam grunts in frustration, but concedes. You can hear him trek over to the head of the bed, close enough that you can feel a radiating heat from his, apparently, nude form. The bed dips just next to your head. You crane your neck toward him and are met with a warm, thick cock against your cheek.

You lay perfectly still, waiting.

Dean’s voice breaks the silence, “Order her, Sam. Poor thing gets too cock drunk to think. Tell her what to do.”

“Open,” Sam commands, lightly smacking your jaw. You open wide, sticking out your tongue as Dean had conditioned you to. “Tongue out and everything. She really is well-trained.”

The head of Dean’s cock eases through your folds, making you gasp around the head of Sam’s length. His voice is proud and sinister.

“Like I said - perfect. Little. Bitch.”

His cock presses into your entrance, the first substantial filling of the night. You whine around Sam’s dick, eagerly swirling your warm tongue around it and collecting salty precum along the way.

“And the best part of owning this pussy, Sam… is that I get to fill it. As often as I want.”

Relief showers over you at the mention. The thought of your boyfriend’s thick, hot cum spilling inside of you made you shiver with anticipation, tightening around his cock.

Dean lets out a low whistle, “Wish you could feel how tight she got just now. Sweet girl just loves it when I stuff her full, doesn’t she?”

You nod, bobbing your head along Sam’s considerable length, hollowing your cheeks to give him the same level of suction you do to his brother. Fuck, he was missing out on so, so much.

“Perfect mouth,” Sam comments, “you really got lucky, Dean.” Your boyfriend chuckles as his cock pushes deeper, stretching you out to fit him until he plunges in full hilt.

Sam shoves himself inward when you cry out, stuffing your mouth entirely full with his cock. The head crashes against the back of your throat, making you gag harshly around him. He grips your hair with both hands for leverage. The pace is brutal, and you’re silently thankful that Dean isn’t this ferocious with his own blowjobs.

“Gentle on her mouth, Sammy,” Dean scolds, his big-brother tone invading his words, “gotta take it slow.”

“Nah,” he dismisses, “I bet she can handle it.” Sam angles his hips and turns your head, twisting you to accommodate his girth. His cock plunges deeper into your throat from this angle, but to your surprise you do not gag this time. The thrusts are harsh but mildly painless.

Sam’s breathing grows more ragged by the second, while Dean happily sinks into your hungry cunt, filling you out with every glorious inch of his length.

“Turn her over,” Sam demands. Dean stills inside of you for a split second before he moves again. His hands find your hips and twist them around. Sam removes himself from your mouth to grant you some fresh air.

With their help, you’re on all fours between the boys. Dean at your back, Sam in the front, both with their cocks twitching at the slightest touch. Dean gives Sam a shit-eating grin as he slams his cock into you. Hard.

Sam springs into action when your mouth opens again in a cry. Your mouth is stuffed with his cock like before, but this angle is even better. You’re laid flatter for a perfect throat-fucking.

“There we go,” Sam murmurs, “that’s much better. Relax your throat, sweetheart.”

Against the new strain on your throat, you do as you’re instructed. Sam pushes himself further until your face is pressed into his abdomen.

Completely, and impossibly, full.

Dean marvels at Sam’s depth in your mouth, and gapes at the sight below him where his cock meets your cunt, stretched taught around his girth. Each moan and groan serves as more encouragement for Dean to pick up the pace.

His cock crashes through your constricting walls, striking against your cervix when he plunges deeper, deeper, and deeper into your aching cunt. Dean groans when you tighten around him, closing in on another orgasm. A free hand smacks your ass hard enough to leave a bruise.

“Cum,” Dean orders.

This one is harsher than the last, leaving you screaming around Sam’s cock, muffled and gagged by the thick head of him.

“Attagirl. You want Sammy to cum, too? Want him to fill you up?”

As much as you can muster, you nod. Sam smiles toward Dean - a wicked grin that says That’s right, I’m gonna fill your girl up before you can.

Dean glowers at his brother and thrusts faster, scowling the entire time as he urges his own orgasm to chase after him. With his competitive streak and the way you wrapped around him, he wasn’t far behind.

“Fuuuck,” groans Dean, his cock twitching inside your ravaged cunt.

Sam lets out a gasp as he shudders inside your mouth. His hips falter and he releases deep in your throat. Tears fall past your cheeks as you struggle for air, but your eyes roll back at the salty, savory taste of his cum.

And Dean isn’t far behind. He remains resilient when his orgasm reaches him - the thrusts don’t waver or lessen, but are more insistent. A groan rumbles from him as he finishes. The familiar warmth of his thick cum floods through your pussy, making you clench around his cock, eager to savor every last drop, as always.

“That’s it, babygirl, keep it inside.”

You tighten even when he leaves you, now left hollow and achey. Dean nods to Sam to pull out to let you breathe. The younger brother thumbs your bottom lip as you gasp.

You swallow Sam’s cum fully and thankfully, smiling blindly at him.

Dean lands a smack on your ass in congratulation, watching you clench your cunt into nothing, keeping his seed deep inside of you.

“Greedy girl. Don’t wanna waste any of it, do you?”

You shake your head with a smile, proud that you served them both to their desires.

Maybe not for Sam, but that was a different matter.

Dean leans forward to grab your blindfold, swiftly untying it and tossing it to the side. You slump to your side while you let your eyes adjust to the new light. The boys gently massage into your joints to ease them back to normal, though they’d surely be sore for hours, if not a day or two.

“You okay, baby?” Dean asks.

You pant softly to settle yourself, and smile, completely sated. Your words slur unintelligibly.

Sam laughs, “Fucked dumb, huh?”

“Just how she likes it.”

You pick what happens next! If you enjoyed, please help support my work by reblogging!

Happy Kinktober, you depraved lil’ things

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pangur-and-grim · 10 months ago

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I know you're excited about the kitten grubs, but how is your ACTUAL grub doing?? You haven't been posting about the grub. I NEED grub content. PLEASE, GREER.

oh that's right, I haven't spoken much about my beetle larvae!

to give a refresher, in January I ordered a smooth stag beetle grub, spoon lowered it into its enclosure, and watched it tunnel under the dirt

and since then I've had a pet tub of dirt. completely unchanging.

however the store messed up, and accidentally shipped my order twice. so the next day, I got a second surprise beetle grub, and had to scramble to put together another enclosure for it!

this is when I made my first mistake: it was a large tub, but too shallow for the grub.

my second mistake was in how I moistened the soil. the online instructions I read said the soil should be kept "wet enough that it clumps in your hand". which, given the heating is going full blast in my house and drying the air out, meant I was spritzing the soil to moisten it every morning.

and then one day I found my beetle grub at the surface of the dirt, unmoving. extremely dead :(

I gave him a proper burial. but his death surprised me. I had to revaluate how I've been caring for them - it's possible that I misunderstood the soil instructions, and spritzed too often. AND in a shallow container, there's less room for the water to go, and more chance of the grub getting overly sodden.

so one grub is unfortunately deceased. what about the second one? I have corrected my mistake and am spraying less water, but was it too little too late? or is it still alive in there, undergoing metamorphosis?

in any case, I'm determined to keep this bucket of dirt for 8 months on the off chance a beetle crawls out of it, and will be tenderly caring for it until then.

#smooth stag beetle #the first grub is in a much deeper container so it's possible that it was able to withstand the initial over-spritzing. I hope so #schrodinger's beetle larvae 😔

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velarisnightsky444 · 3 months ago

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You're Mine*

Azriel x RhysandSister!OC

AN: This is from my Stargirl fic. OC is Rhysand's sister. When I published this chapter on Wattpad, someone put the 'holy water' sticker on every other sentence, so do with that information what you will.

CW: Intercourse, d/s dynamics, fingering, oral, biting.

Word Count: 1.5k

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Azriel's bedroom in the House was much different than the bare room of the town house. This was had a canopy bed with deep blue sheets. The walls were the same shade, and unlike most rooms in the House, there were no windows.

He went over to the bed, and I watched as he pulled two knives out from under the blue pillows, placing them on his nightstand.

"Just to be safe," he explained to me.

I snorted, thinking how unfortunate it would've been to be impaled by one of those while I slept, or during sex.

I wondered where else he had hidden weapons. The only mess I could find in the entire room was an unorganized pile of paperwork on his ebony desk.

He turned back to me, his shadows clinging to him. The deep lust in his eyes only sparked arousal through me.

"Now that we've spoken of boundaries . . . " I began, too embarrassed to ask. He neared me, lifting my chin so I was forced to look at him.

"You'll tell me when you don't like something," he instructed. "And if you need me to stop anything, you tug on the bond. Understood?" I nodded. "I need words, princess."

"Understood," I whispered, breath hitching.

"You have no idea what you just got yourself into," he smirked.

He waved his hand, and my clothes were gone. I squealed, my breasts peaking against the cold.

"If it's too much for you, just let me know," he reminded me.

"No, it's fine," I promised, shivering against the air. "It just caught me off guard."

He grinned again as something appeared in his hand. A shadow wrapped around my wrists, lifting my hands above my head. I tried to tug them down, but I couldn't.

Azriel took the ribbon in his hand and wrapped it around my head, tying it so I was blindfolded.

Two shadows swirled around me, holding me in place with the other keeping my hands above my head. My wings flared as I tried to get away, but my attempts were futile. Azriel stood behind me, his scarred hands moving down my body. I whimpered and bit my lip.

"Can you be a good girl?" he asked darkly. I nodded desperately. "Words, darling."

"Yes, yes, I can," I promised.

"Yes, sir," he corrected.

I blushed and kept my mouth shut. He pinched my peaked nipple in his fingers until I squeaked from the pain.

"Yes, sir," I finally blurted.

I groaned as his lips moved to my neck. I felt him sucking, biting, and marking me as his. And I loved it. I squealed as his hand moved between my legs while he worked on my neck.

"How else can your shadows join in the fun?" I wondered, panting.

"Oh, you want something more?"

"Maybe."

"So many options to choose from," he mused. "I could make you feel pain, pleasure, or both. What do you want?"

"I want it all," I begged. "Please, Az. I want the pain and the pleasure."

"Are you absolutely sure?" he wondered.

"I want it," I insisted, only wanting his hand between my legs again. "I trust you."

"Tug on the bond when it's too much. When you've reached your limit."

"I will," I promised him.

His lips moved to my neck. He pressed his mouth against the soft skin and bit down, his teeth sinking in. He tugged at my hair to give him further access. I whimpered but didn't want him to stop.

"More," I begged, desperate as my core ached with desire.

"You like this?" he taunted. I nodded. "Words."

"Yes, sir," I gritted out.

"It seems I've already broken you," he murmured against my neck.

Suddenly, all sensation of him disappeared. I whimpered, tugging at the restraints, but he placed a scarred finger to my lips as he stepped in front of me.

"You are mine."

I let out a desperate moan as his mouth closed around my breast. I felt another sensation lower down, his shadow, messing with the bundle of nerves that gave me so much pleasure.

"Az," I whispered, wincing as he grazed his teeth against my nipple. He rolled the other between his fingers. "Want your mouth, please."

"Such a good job asking what you want," he praised, sinking to his knees.

Two of his shadows replaced where he had been, tugging and teasing at my nipples. His lips closed around my core. I let out a cry of pleasure, my head thrown back.

Two scarred fingers entered me as he sucked on the bundle of nerves that made me see stars. The texture of his scars inside of me was still one of the greatest things I'd ever felt.

I didn't care how loud my moans were--it felt too good. Besides, Rhys was the only ones staying here tonight, and he was likely still in the dining room.

The way he curled his fingers inside of me was perfect. Nobody had ever known my body so well.

"Fuck," I whimpered, trying my best to fight the overstimulation. But his shadows held me tight. His fingers hit a spot that made me scream. "Oh, Gods! Gods, I'm gonna--"

"Ask permission," he spoke against my core.

"Please, please, may I?" I begged.

"You may," he granted.

I came with an undignified moan, seeing starlight against the blindfold. My legs were shaking so badly that he had to use his free hand to steady them.

I panted as his shadows released me. My arms were sore as I brought them back to my sides. Az scooped me up and carried me to the bed.

He removed my blindfold and immediately kissed me. I could taste my release on his tongue, which only made me more aroused.

He flipped us around so that I was on top. Feeling a bit more in control, I ran my closed hand up and down his shaft, making sure he was ready.

I raised my hips, and slowly--so slowly--lowered myself onto his cock. I let out a harsh breath, the stretch still so painful. Once I was able to sit, I took a few seconds to let myself get used to the fit.

"Do you want it gentle or hard?" he asked me, his hand coming up to cup my cheek.

"You can be rough with me," I decided.

"Are you sure?" he clarified, quirking a brow.

"Yes, please," I begged, grinding my hips against him to spur him on.

The smirk on his face almost made me regret my words. He gripped my hips, fingers digging into the skin, and forced me up and down on his cock. I cried out at the addicting pain.

He rolled us over, so that he was on top again. Once we'd adjusted to the new position, he began drilling into me again, absolutely relentless.

"Please, please, please," I whimpered, not even sure what I was begging for.

He took one of my legs and placed it over his shoulder. I moaned at the new angle, tears forming in my eyes as he found a spot that made me scream.

"Oh, does that feel good?" he teased me. I nodded through my sobs, unable to form words. "Words, Princess."

"Y-Yes," I managed. A warning glance made me realize my mistake. "Yes, sir."

One of his hands closed around my throat, just enough to cause slight discomfort. I groaned as he took his thumb and began to stroke my lower lip while still choking me.

His shadows began abusing my clit and nipples, and I shrieked at the overstimulation. My moans grew louder as I sobbed and squirmed beneath him, absolutely lost in the pleasure.

A coil tightened in my stomach, a burning desire unlike any I'd felt before. He took his free hand and ran a finger down the tendon of my wing. I gasped, squirming against him and the shadows.

"Too much," I moaned.

He was pounding into me, his shadows playing with my clit and nipples, his hand around my neck, stroking my wings. I'd never experienced overstimulation like it before.

"You can handle it, darling," he promised. "Just tug on the bond if you really need me to stop."

I nodded, resting my head back and letting him do all the work. His shadows began to work harder and I realized how close I was.

"Holy shit," I moaned, my nails digging into his back. "Gods, can I cum, please?"

"How bad do you want it?" he grunted.

"So badly, please," I sobbed, the coil dangerously close to snapping. "Please, Az." One of his shadows, probably Nisha, nipped my clit. "Ow! Sir, I mean sir."

"Give it another minute," he decided.

I whined, but obeyed. His shadows slowed down so I wouldn't lose control, or maybe that was my punishment for whining.

Azriel's eyes shut tight, a grunt leaving his lips. It was my sign that he was close.

"We'll cum together, okay?" he offered. I nodded desperately.

He released into me with a groan as I moaned and came hard on his cock. My eyes rolled back into my head as he continued to stroke my wings through it.

When I finally came down from my high, his shadows released me and he pulled out. I felt his release combined with mine dripping down my thighs.

I couldn't move. My eyelids fluttered and my core was sore and dripping. I let out a satisfied sigh as Az lay next to me. I curled up at his side.

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4ranghaes · 24 days ago

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ bnd as subs!

bnd legal line x reader [smut, separate classifications on each, SMUT!!!! mdni!!!!!]

a/n - i have requests to complete but i also have bnd sub brainrot

sungho 🎀 [feminisation, gender neutral!reader, softdom!reader, just good boy!yeppi]

“oh you look so pretty, baby!” you cooed, watching sungho exit your en-suite and enter into your bedroom. he was wearing a white crop top, oversized, so it hung around his body, showing off his thin waist. accentuating the crop top was a pair of black panties, doing nothing to hide how turned on he really was by the whole situation.

“really?” he pouted, walking towards the bed where you were sat. his chestnut hair had grown out, the layers framing his face beautifully as it flowed down his neck and cascaded around his ears.

“yes!” you smiled, walking over and slinging your arms around his neck, kissing at his jaw, “my yeppi.”

sungho whined, moving closer so his bulge could be felt against your body, grinding slowly once he felt the gratification, “y/n… please…”

“what, baby?” you pouted, pulling away and tucking his hair behind his ears. his eyes were big and sorrowful, his lips in a pout.

“need you to touch me.”

“yeah?” you cooed, leading him over to the bed and instructing him to lie down on his back, “since you asked so nicely, yeppi.” sungho smiled proudly, once he was in the sub role, he loved being called by the once embarrassing nickname. he was pretty, and he was your yeppi.

your hands rested on his slim waist, licking a stripe up his black panties as he whimpered, hands finding purchase in your hair.

“y/n… please,” he whined. you smiled, moving your hands down to start pulling down his panties, leaving them around his knees; the knowledge that he was bound even a little bit had wetness pooling in your panties.

“i’m sorry, baby,” you cooed, finally moving back to his upper body. the removal of his panties had caused his cock to spring up, slapping against his lower stomach where it was now laying in a pool of pre-cum which didn’t seem to be stopping any time soon. “oh yeppi, you’re so wet.”

you swiped a finger through the precum, sucking it off with a pop as sungho moaned, clutching at the sheets. he felt your breath get closer to his cock once again, before you started kissing at his lower stomach. he whined loudly, his head thrashing around on the pillow.

“okay, okay,” you laughed, dragging your fingertip up his length, making him shiver, “my yeppi. i’ll give you what you want.”

riwoo 🦦🍡 [humiliation, harddom!reader, gender neutral!reader BUT, slight mummy kink, dacryphilia]

riwoo let out a loud whine, his head flying back against the back cushion of the sofa as his hand worked tirelessly on his cock. he was sat like any other day, anyone entering could think he was just watching the tv - if it wasn’t for his cock, an angry shade of red, precum constantly leaking from the tip, as it stood up, totally bare.

you sighed, “have i ruined you so much that you can’t even get yourself off?”

riwoo shook his head desperately, his eyes squeezed shut. “i just— i-it hurts!”

“so? it’s your cock, you know what to do with it.”

he continued shaking his head from side to side, tears falling from his eyes as they opened again, looking at you sorrowfully.

“y/n…” he whimpered, “please…”

“please, what, baby?” you asked, moving yourself onto his lap and beginning to kiss all over his face, his cock now squeezed in between your bodies as his arms flopped to his sides in defeat.

“please touch me,” he sobbed, resting his head on your shoulder. before you could correct him, he continued with a sorrowful whine, “touch my cock, y/n, please. i need you!”

you smiled, cupping his face in your hands and moving it so he was looking at you. he looked a mess; his eyes red from all the tears, his lips pouty and covered in spit from all the biting and licking. moving your hand off his face, you spat into the palm, wrapping it round the base of his cock. however, the added spit among the non-stop pre-cum spilling out and that which had been already spread around made it hard to grip.

you rolled your eyes, sighing, “you’re so wet, riwoo. you’re making it hard for me.”

riwoo’s breath caught in his throat, barely able to make any sounds as your hand slipped and slid around his cock. with a dramatic sigh, you got off his lap and onto your knees. his eyes snapped open at feeling your hot breath on his sensitive length.

“i guess i’ll have to get this all off somehow, hmm?” you teased, gathering a dollop of liquid on the tip of your finger, “i think sucking it off will be better, right?”

riwoo whined loudly, “thank you, thank you… oh my god, thank you mummy.”

jaehyun 🪻🐕 [brat!jaehyun, fem!reader, hard dom!reader, mentions of edging and chastity cage]

“jaehyun!”

“y/n,” he whined, his voice loud, but covered by even louder whimpers as he looked up at you with big brown eyes, sparkling with tears, “help me!”

you looked furiously at your boyfriend, arms crossed as you stood at the door, trying to hide how turned on you were. jaehyun was on your bed with his face buried in, what you recognised to be, your dirty underwear; your pillow between his legs as he humped at it furiously.

“why should i help you, when you’re blatantly disrespecting my rules?!” you asked, walking over to the bed and putting your finger under his chin, pulling his head to look at you.

“i–i’m not,” he panted, not even attempting to still his hips, “yo-your rule is to– to not touch myself! i-i’m not, i swear!”

you scoffed, balling up the dirty panties that he’d been sniffing and shoving them in his mouth before ripping the pillow out from under his body, the friction of the material on his hard cock making him moan.

“jaehyun, stop!” you commanded, pushing him over so he was laying on his back, his hips finally stilling.

“y/n, please,” he whined, grabbing at your waist as you climbed over his body, “i’m so hard, look! i need you so badly, please…”

his big brown eyes were staring up at you like a puppy, his hands desperately clawing at your clothes. you sat up, legs straddling his hips, hand splayed on his tummy to keep his writhing body down.

jaehyun’s t-shirt had started riding up, displaying the bottom of his soft tummy, his boxers doing a laughable job at hiding his hard length, a wet patch appearing on the front of the light fabric.

you hummed, taking your hand off of his stomach and instead using it to pull your panties to the side, revealing your wet clit to him. you started circling it slowly with your other hand, moaning as you did so.

jaehyun’s lip was held tightly between his teeth, his eyes hooded as he barely blinked, watching where your fingers met your cunt so intensely. he suddenly reached forward, grabbing his leaking length out of his boxers and swiping the tip against your cunt.

you lurched forward, grabbing both his hands as you went and holding them above his head.

“don’t you dare touch yourself,” you hissed, “puppy, you’re not gonna be cumming for a long time, you know that, right?”

myungjae whimpered as you grabbed one of the pieces of ribbon you had stashed out of the bedside table, tying his wrists together before tying them to the bedpost.

“tonight, you’re gonna watch me make myself cum,” you murmured, your mouth hovering over his ear, “then, i’m going to edge you until you’re shaking and begging me to let you cum. then, i’m going to leave you until morning - and i will use the cage if necessary. got it, myung-ah?”

taesan 🐈‍⬛🎸 [soft dom!reader, gender neutral!reader, BUT major mummy kink, blowjob]

“i’m just tired, tonight, i’m sorry,” your boyfriend fake-smiled with a shrug.

“you don’t need to be sorry!” you exclaimed. you weren’t feeling anything negative when taesan had rejected your attempts at starting something heated; he’d had schedules all day and you knew he was tired, but now he seemed like he had a cloud looming over him. “i’m just worried about you.”

taesan was silent for a few moment, before he swallowed a rising lump in his throat, sparing a glance down to you before looking forward. “do you ever– hmm. um, uh… are you– no, forget it.”

“no! please, say,” you said, sitting up and placing your hand on his cheek. taesan nuzzled into your hold slightly, whimpering quietly. you bit your lip, that was hot.

“i just…” he hesitated, sighing before he closed his eyes and got it all out in one go, “i sometimes wish i could be a sub when we have sex—but i’m really embarrassed about it— and i don’t really want to address it, but sometimes i just want to be taken care of.”

you smiled, nodding, pretending as though you hadn’t even heard his words as you started pressing soft kisses to his face. from his forehead, to his nose, cheeks, lips, jaw; finally you headed down, taking off his shirt to gain access to his beautiful torso.

“is this okay?” you murmured, taesan nodding stiffly as he laid further down, starting to let you take care of him.

your kisses stopped at his chest, your nails suddenly raking down his waist as he shivered. you stopped your hands at his sweatpants.

“can i take care of you, baby?” you asked, cupping his face with one hand while the other dipped below his waistband. taesan shivered, nodding quickly.

you pulled down his sweatpants, his cock springing out, already half-hard at the feeling of you babying him.

“my baby,” you cooed, coming back up to his face as you ran your hands through his hair, “you just wanna be taken care of, right? well don’t worry your pretty little head, okay? just lay back and i’ll do all the work tonight.”

“okay,” taesan squeaked in a tiny voice, “thank you mummy.”

you smiled at the nickname, moving back down his body, dragging your fingers as you went. taesan played with your hair delicately, twirling the strands round his fingers as you started to kiss his length, starting at the base and moving up until you pressed a kiss to the tip. the boy shuddered, his hips bucking into the air in a feeble attempt to gain more contact.

“tell me when you’re about to cum, okay, baby?” you cooed, looking up at your boy’s pretty face, “you can’t cum without mummy’s permission tonight.”

taesan nodded quickly, eager to please, as you spat on the head of his cock, using your hand to spread the glob around, before sinking your mouth over his length.

taesan moaned at the contact, “thank you, mummy, thank you!”

leehan 🪸🐠 [soft dom!reader (i think), edging, mentions of exhibitionism, loud+whiny!leehan, name calling]

“donghyun-ah,” you laughed, slamming your hand over his mouth, his full lips pressing against your palm, “shh! you need to be quiet.”

“c-can—ah! can’t help it, y– shit! y/n,” he panted, his hips constantly bucking up and down as your hand jerked him off. he was so slick with your spit that the wet sound could be heard throughout the room, alongside leehan’s incessant moans, “fe— feels so— ugh! feels so good, fuck!”

“mm, i’m sure it does baby,” you cooed, kissing the side of his lips gently, “but your members are right outside, aren’t they? and you don’t want them to know what a big baby you are, do you?”

leehan shook his head quickly, still moaning loudly, despite your words, as your hand stroked his slit.

“donghyun!”

“i’m sorry!” he cried, suppressing a sob as tears formed at his waterline. his hands were gripping at the sheets, his hairline wet with sweat, and his forehead resting against yours as he whispered, “y-y/n, please let me cum now—please.”

you sighed, “i don’t know, hyunnie, baby. you haven’t obeyed me at all, have you? being all loud so anyone can hear you.”

leehan bit back a moan, a suppressed low noise escaping his throat. “p-please.”

“how many have passed now?” you hummed.

“uhmm,” leehan could barely think straight, let alone remember what had happened over the last hour. he had to throw out a number, “four?”

you smiled, speeding up as you saw his length twitching, “it’s actually only been two, baby boy, but if you want four that bad…”

“i’m gonna cum! i’m cum—” you ripped your hand away, leehan’s hips flailing as he rides out an orgasm that was slipping away from him, “ah! no! y/n! please! hurts, oh my god!”

you giggle, kissing him to swallow his moans. pulling away, he still lets out a loud whine as you roll your eyes. “you’re such a loud little slut, you know that?”

“please, y/n,” leehan said, his big boba eyes looking up at you, eyelashes full of tears as you brush your hand through his hair, the sweat making it stick back, “let me cum…”

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alwaysanundertone · 27 days ago

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Day 29: edging | Jegulus

“No, Y/N, that’s not the correct answer.” You huffed, pouting. You loved the fact that you were younger than your two boyfriends most of the time, you loved how protective they got, you loved being the centre of their attention; what you didn’t love was being tutored by them. They were the most amazing partners in the world most of the time, but when it came to prepare you for a test, they became unsufferable. It surely didn’t help that your attention span was the one of a ten years old when it came to studying.

“Jamie, please, I’m so tired” You made him puppy eyes, knowing that Regulus wouldn’t let you relax until you finished all of your work.

“No, baby, you have to finish this.”

“But I already know everything, it’s not fair!”

Regulus raised a brow at you, making you slightly panic: he wasn’t the one to raise his voice, his calmness was way more intimidating. “Okay, baby, if you’re so sure about it, we will play a game. We’re going to test you on all the material we’ve taught you today. At the end, you will be edged for each mistake you made”

You widened your eyes, knowing that you’ve royally fucked it up. You mumbled something, but they both ignored you, getting started on discussing together the question they would have asked you.

“Reggie, you’re right, maybe we should go over the material once again, just to be sure?” Your voice sounded dangerously close to begging, but you would have done anything to not participate in that sick game.

“Come on now, love, you insisted you knew everything. Don’t underestimate your knowledge! It’s just a little test, now be quiet and stay still” You huffed, trying to steal some glances at the notes they had splayed in front of them, only for James to cover them up, winking at you.

You sat there for a while, gnawing at your lower lip, cursing yourself for behaving like a brat. You knew what the consequences were, so why did you insist on making them mad?

“Okay, baby, are you ready?”

“No, I made a mistake, can we just start over-“

“Which plant produces Stinksap?” James winked at you. You tried to search for the answer, knowing damn well it was all for nothing, your mind blank.

“V-Venomous tentacula? No, no wait it’s Mandrake? No-”

“The answer is incorrect, it was Mimbulus Mimbletonia. Next”

“I was about to say that! You interrupted me, fucking-“

“If you were to heal some wounds, which plant would you use?” Regulus was sporting a blank expression, and you knew you were royally fucked.

“Wormwood” You were sure about this, a 100%. It wasn’t one chance in hell it was wrong, you knew this one-

“It’s Dittany” James gave you a pitiful expression, you huffed your cheeks, straightening up a bit: if you were going to loose this sick game, you would have least kept your pride doing so.

“I give up, please, stop asking questions” They had already tested you on four questions, and you only got one right. They exchanged a pointed look.

“Okay, we’re going to stop here. Now we will teach you a lesson, and tomorrow you will sit down and behave, you will be studying for this test because there is no chance in hell you’re going to fail this, I refuse to be perceived as someone who doesn’t know how to properly tutor just because you’re behaving like a brat.” Regulus raised a brow at you as you were going to reply, actively shutting you up. “Now, take off all of your clothes and lay down on the bed”

You scrambled to do so, knowing it wasn’t the time to question Regulus. Once you were sprawled on the bed like he instructed, they both circled you. James’s hand circled your neck, squeezing softly, while your other partner held a rabbit vibrator in his hand.

“We will edge you for three times, baby. You aren’t allowed to come if we don’t say so, so don’t even try to disobey us, understood?”

“Understood” As soon as you said the word, Regulus head disappeared between your thighs. You felt his warm lips on your knee, tracing your inner thigh with his warm tongue, making you shiver from head to toe. He reached your mound, leaving an open-mouthed kiss on top of your panties, making you gasp.

James chuckled, nipping at your earlobe. “Love, I think you should hold back a bit” You refrained from whining, not wanting to worsen the situation you were in.

Regulus calloused fingers took off your panties, smirking at your wetness. He entered you with his index finger, slowly pulling it out afterwards, entering you once again.

“Look how wet she is, do you love being punished, darling?” You shook your head, eyes closed, as you tried your best to hold back, to not be affected by your boyfriend’s ministrations. “No? Then why are you this wet, love?”

You bit back a bratty remark, you had a hate-love relationship with your punishment. Yes, they could be really fun, and you usually enjoyed the aftercare, but it was really hard for you to be soft and pliant, and they knew this all too well.

He teased your clit with his thumb, meanwhile James started kissing you, his movement slow and calculated, making your head spin with the stimulation.

As you were about to come, they stopped any movement, making you whine.

“That’s one, love, you did so good” Reggie kissed your thigh, it was impossible for you to stay mad at him when he behaved like this.

He lowered his head on your core, making you gasp, as he started to stimulate you once again. “Fuck, Regulus”

James opened your shirt, his fingers working the buttons quickly, then opening the frontal clasp of your bra. “You’re so gorgeous” He breathed out, looking mesmerized.

“You see ‘em… fuck” You crossed your eyes as Regulus sucked on your clit. “Everyday”

“They’re always so pretty” He sucked on your nipple as Regulus sped up the rhythm of his sucking. You looked down, admiring how his black curls created a sinful contrast with your skin; he raised his gaze, winking at you.

In the back on your mind you knew that you weren’t allowed to come, problem was that you didn’t care anymore. You wished they forgot about the punishment, but obviously, they didn’t.

As soon as they heard the changing of the tone of your moans, they stopped altogether, making you whine.

“Please, fuck, just let me come” Your clit felt almost raw, you felt on the verge of crying.

“No, honey, we said you were going to be edged three times and that’s what’s going to happen. If you behave we might let you finish afterwards”

He positioned the rabbit vibrator inside of you with one swift thrust, James kept on sucking and nipping at your nipples: it took you an embarrassingly short amount of time for you to be on the verge of coming.

When they didn’t let you come once again, you sniffled. You actually felt the urge to cry, to let out all of the frustration you built up over this punishment.

James softened his gaze, and so did Regulus. “You were so good for us, honey, we’re going to make you come now, okay?”

You nodded, Regulus started fingering you once again, this time his movements were much softer. James massaged your breasts in his hands, his thumb flicking your nipple here and then, keeping his movements gentle and controlled.

In no time you reached your peak, and as you exploded around your boyfriend fingers, they sweet talked you through it.

Once you came down from your high, they moved like a well-oiled machine, cleaning you up while simultaneously praising you, trying their best to keep you as grounded as possible.

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