#I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to make one then glaze the other while I had my camera set up

[roseykat]

TITLE: Brown Eyes Don’t Pry

PAIRING: Changbin x f!reader

SUMMARY: Changbin comes home from the gym, only to find you getting yourself off with your door wide open - a delicious opportunity for him not to pass up. To watch the way you make yourself cum when you think nobody else is around.

TAGS: perv!Changbin, female masturbation, orgasms, voyeurism, reader is watching porn, hints of humiliation, (this is slightly short but it’s been on my mind).

WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSWF SKZ related content and I know I won’t be able to regulate/monitor every single potential interaction with those posts so please do not engage with my work or page whatsoever.

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 Changbin’s body is killing him. 

Muscles aching, quads sore, calves sore. The only saving grace to relieve some of it was to ensure he was properly stretching and had a thorough cooldown. He followed that up with a hot shower at the gym and getting into some fresh clean clothes before jumping in his car and heading back home. 

The drive would’ve been a lot more miserable had he not taken the necessary steps to feel comfortable after a tough session. However, Changbin is always in for the nitty gritty training that he puts himself through. Despite how nagging or painful it can be prior and post, the progress will always keep him going.

In light of that, he always needs to take care of his body in between sessions too. For that reason, when Changbin arrives home and heads inside, he collapses onto the couch. Sleep threatens to pull him under if he doesn’t get back up to make himself some breakfast. That's equally important too, to which his grumbling stomach agrees. 

At that minute, Changbin hoists his tired body off of the couch, about to head into the kitchen to cook up something nutritious when something catches the attention of his ears. From downstairs, he couldn’t quite pinpoint if it was a TV playing or voices. Felix was at work, he knew that much since he saw him leave this morning. Plus, his car isn’t parked in the driveway. 

You on the other hand were supposed to be out with friends until lunch, and as Changbin peers down at the screen of his phone, it was clearly nowhere near lunch. He’s only about to have some breakfast. However, the ongoing noises from upstairs makes him curious to see what’s going on.

There’s no way an intruder broke in. Changbin couldn’t hear any clamour of items or hurried, shuffling footsteps across the floor. It only sounded like a voice.

That’s when it becomes a bit more distinct as he begins his ascent upstairs while his fine-tuned ears recognises the distress behind the person’s voice. How anguished they sounded. But then he sees it as he makes it up to the top of the stairs, through the crack of the door to your room. 

“Ah, y-yes, fuck. God, wanna cum so bad...” 

Changbin's entire body freezes on the spot. Suddenly, his legs can’t move. They don’t want to move. Not from the sheer shock of seeing you half-naked from the back, grinding your pussy over the rounded corner of the desk in your room keeps him from moving. Only his jaw manages to unhinge itself a bit as he watches you rub yourself until you feel good. 

You must’ve been like that for quite some time as Changbin noticed the creamy glaze in between your folds, some of which had made an appearance on your desk. It helped glide you over the surface of the desk more easily, so much so that you needed to grab the edge with one hand while trying to hold your phone in the other. 

If Changbin hadn't seen what you were holding, he still would’ve guessed correctly that you were watching porn. From the erotic sounds alone, it was relatively easy to depict.

He swallowed a thick lump in his throat that had been growing as fast as the tent in his pants. He doesn't want to move, remaining in place as he listens to your tortured and forced whimpers. Never in his wildest imagination did he ever think of being in a situation like this.

Whilst you both are friends - roommates at the very most, he has never seen you in this type of light. So vulnerable. So fuckable, even.

Watching you lose your mind over trying to rub your pussy the right way, over and over again. The state of desperation you're in causes his cock to start filling out. He takes in the fact that your legs start to shake as you draw near to a long-awaited orgasm. 

“Gonna cum, gonna cum, fuck, please!” You call out to nobody, almost making Changbin chuckle. 

As the pace of your hips picks up, so does your breathing. The stimulating feeling is all too good as it bursts vibrantly at the seams for release to trickle throughout all the best parts of your body. The porn playing before your eyes of a woman getting railed until she starts shaking, makes you wish that you had a dildo or something to fuck yourself with.

Something - anything that would allow you to clench and cream around until you start seeing stars. 

Sick of your hands having to do the job, you had to resort to other methods. There are no detachable shower heads in the apartment, nothing malleable yet sturdy enough to insert - either they were too big or too small, or, too dangerous. 

When you were trying to figure out what to use, the thought of Changbin’s massage gun crossed your mind. But, you’re not sure if you would go that far especially knowing that he always keeps that thing near him whenever his muscles start playing up. Not to mention, he probably wouldn’t appreciate you using it as a sex toy. 

However, none of it mattered at the moment. Not when you’re gasping for air, moaning as if there isn’t another soul in the house. Not to your knowledge at least as Changbin watches your muscles writhe when you push yourself over the edge. The pleasure buildup makes it so intense that you can barely continue to grind on the desk. 

“Y-Yes! Mm, c-cumming,” you throw your head back, phone clamouring out of your hand as you go to grip the other side of the desk now to keep the momentum up.

You want to milk every last bit of your orgasm until the very last drop of pleasure leaves your body. As gasps heave out of your mouth, all you are left with are the remnants of a strong orgasm and the tremoring aftershocks that come with it.

As you slowly bring yourself down, you barely hear the creak of the door over the thumping of your heartbeat pounding in your ears. The uncanny presence of another was too hard not to miss, causing you to zap right around to find Changbin staring right back at you.

He stands underneath the doorframe with a blank expression.

There are no words that come to mind. Each mental faculty you possess scrambles to search for some decent explanation to justify what you’ve done - and in front of him no less. 

“I think you ought to keep the door closed next time you want to get yourself off,” says Changbin cooly. “And…maybe wear some headphones if you’re going to watch porn too.” 

“I-I didn’t - I wasn’t-” 

Changbin fake pouts, throwing on a synthetic look of sympathy as he steps over the threshold of your room, “really? You’re going to lie after I just finished watching you make yourself cum all over your desk?” 

Your eyes widen, an icy feeling washing over you before you notice the bulge in his pants, “you saw…” 

“Saw, heard, witnessed - you name it Y/N,” Changbin lists. “Plus it wasn’t that hard when you had the door nearly half open. I suppose you were hoping one of us was just going to slide right in behind you, huh? Maybe waiting for Felix to come home early, see you bent over and wet just for him to fuck you.” 

“That’s not - that’s not what it looks like,” you try to explain. “I was just…I needed to…I had nobody to…”

“To fuck you,” Changbin finishes off your sentence perfectly. 

Exactly that. The whole point of getting yourself off was because you aren't getting fucked. What can you do when you're horny and have nobody to dick you down when you need it? Who's going to finger fuck you so that you don't have to do it yourself? Changbin doesn't even need to see through you to find that out after watching you.

He can see your insides angrily shredding yourself up with embarrassment. The fact that he just caught you red handed, drawing out a furious blush over your cheeks. Not only was it the humiliation that evoked such a reaction, but it was also Changbin’s words.

Some far away part in the back of your brain actually hoped that someone would come up behind you and ‘slide right in.’ To start fucking you unprovoked. You were clearly ready for it and desperate enough, but the main thing is, you wanted it too. To you, it almost sounded like Changbin could have.

“All you had to do was open your mouth,” he says and reaches down to gently grab your jaw to turn your head from side to side. “Then again, I’m sure it has its other uses.” 

[starsweepers]

“Sorry….” Deuce trailed thoughtfully after Cleo finished the explanation of her pristine plans. The one that will hopefully help Claw burst ahead of Stripes.

But he was half-paying attention and caught only bits and pieces. He wanted to help, but it was hard to not pay attention to the fact that Cleo has changed a lot lately. For the better.

He doesn’t think Princess De Nile would’ve lifted a pretty finger for others last year. Now it feels like she is carrying the world on her shoulders for the good of others.

“I got caught up with the fact that You’ve been working so hard lately. Have you even had a break today?”

      SORRY? confusion knitted her brows, snapping attention upward from where she had her eyes glazed over her phone screen. recipes, invites, banners... all the stuff that draculaura's swift work of magic hadn't covered. granted, now that particular tactic was temporarily banned, so if they were going to do this the much-less-forbidden way, the vampire sorceress couldn't assist with her spells. this was a fact more than fine with cleo, for the dark haired princess had the PERFECT ideas crafted… she knew a lot about getting people to follow her, after all. free things were definitely the way... especially if one of such things included food.             regardless of such knowledge within her mind, that didn’t mean she immediately understood why deuce was apologizing. was he about to say he wasn't going to help? why in the world would he refuse taking the opportunity to promote claw and defeat toralei? there was no way, and she fluttered her eyes a bit, wondering just how tired her brain was from focusing so hard that entire morning. she l i v e d ( unlived? ) for this sort of stuff... that didn’t mean the weight of it hadn’t started to wear her thin.     she couldn’t reveal as much; being tired was the sort of thing her father would scold her over and nefera would laugh. de niles didn't stop... not with victory on the line.                   ( though they would also glare upon the fact that the victory would technically belong to clawdeen. )         royal’s tongue clicked, lowering her device as snake haired lad started to explain the reasoning for sudden apology. it was simultaneously surprising to hear while also not at all. despite the ways of trouble he had once indulged upon, cleo fondly could recall the tender compassion deuce had always carried for others. it had always added such delight to his bad-boy facade... though golden flecked grace had to shove such l i n g e r i n g aches from her thoughts. smile curved elegant expression, but left it laced with deviousness. as well as a mild, false tease of offense.                   "deuce, i always work hard. clawdeen may be in the running for prefect, but i still run this school. that doesn't happen without handling things myself." it wasn't an entire joke, but she found that her usual strain of demanding popularity didn't feel quite so wound together. her family ALREADY knew she wasn't in the running, that argument had long passed. no sense in whining over the school's picks.       besides, were she honest, even she knew their werewolf companion was the better pick to run against tor. an excellent balance of sweet to the werecat's spicy. the sort of thing cleo wasn't known for... a fact her heart noted and hung a bit heavy with.                     long breath was taken, feeling the warm air of late summer settling into her lungs. it was nice... the cold left lingering feelings on lonesome and anxiety dwelling in her being. tainting a soul she wasn't sure she had. could a body without a heart have such a thing? did monsters enjoy such pleasures? or would osiris have little concern for hers considering who her father was?                     ...questions she had no readiness for answers.         "i don't NEED a break, what i need is a way to make dozens upon dozens of cookies! with clawdeen's face!" pause, depths growing soft yet sparking with sudden glow. "does heath have that cake printer still...?"

@storybounded

[soup-charades]

okay 1) english is not my navite language and did not proof read or anything , 2) I wrote this while on sleeping meds and 3) I’ve never written this kind of stuff 🫡

also in my head ellwood was jealous of gideon (maybe he called and Ellwood answered or something, what do I know)

omg this is so embarrassing

Gaunt rubbed his eyes and left out a sight. He had gotten up early to do some paperwork at the embassy, but when he yawned for the third time in the last half hour he started questioning how smart that move had been. His thought wandered for a second and landed on ellwood, as they often did. His handsome face pressed against the pillow, the little slivers of sun dancing over their shared bed, the soft breathing and little sleeping sounds. Gaunt shook his head slightly and resumed his task with a timid smile on his lips.

By the time Gaunt had finished half of the forms, Ellwood waltzed in, coat hanging from his hand and cheeks flushed pink. He made a beeline towards Gaunt and grabbed his arm with a little too much force.

‘Elly?’ asked Gaunt with a confused expression, but the hand grabbing his arm didn’t let go in the slightest. If anything, it seemed to press harder as Ellwood started dragging him away from his abandoned work.

‘I must show you something about… that form you mentioned yesterday’ ellwood explained distractedly.

They passed in silence by a few coworkers, everyone engrossed in their own tasks enough that no one seemed to pay any attention to them.

Ellwood led them around a few corners and hastily opened one of the doors at the end of a hall.

‘elly, would you explain what on earth is going…’ Gaunt didn’t get to finish the sentence before Ellwood pushed him into the little room, entering himself and then closing the door behind them.

‘What are we doing inside a storage closet?’ asked Gaunt, moving a few brooms out of the way.

But he never got an answer. Instead, he felt two hands grab at his hips, and Ellwood’s hot mouth kissing his neck.

‘Elly! What are you doing?’ Gaunt gasped, his own hands betraying him by locking around Ellwood’s waist. He tried to think clearly for a moment. ‘We can’t do this. We are at work. Someone is going to walk in eventually.’ Gaunt thought, but it was getting increasingly difficult with the way Ellwood left a trail of wet kisses from his jaw to the collar of his shirt.

Gaunt could feel Ellwood was hard, grinding lightly against him. And god, gaunt was only human. He experimentally moved his hands to roam over Ellwood’s body, one going down to his lower back and the other grabbing at the back of his neck, playing with the hair there before taking a fistful and pulling with good force.

Ellwood's moan vibrated against Gaunt’s skin, and he suddenly remembered they were in a public space where anyone could find them. He halted to a stop, his hands moving again to try and cup Ellwood’s face to try and talk some reason into him.

But Ellwood seemed to have a very different plan, kissing him so harshly that their teeth clinked together a little. Gaunt let out a gasp in surprise, but Ellwood used the opportunity to deepen the kiss, sucking and biting intermittently. Gaunt could feel his head spinning and he felt his heart beating in his throat. He had to, although shamefully, admit to himself that the thrill of being so barely hidden, so exposed that their own coworkers could find out, was making his own pants feel suddenly restrictive.

Gaunt then made note of Ellwood’s elegant hands meddling with the buttons of his shirt. Gaunt often felt a little insecure about his chest, the scars and the fragility of it all. Although Ellwood had never seemed bothered by it, Gaunt still held his breath a little when he felt skilled hands working his clothes off.

Gaunt decided to occupy his mind in taking Ellwood's shirt off instead, letting his thumbs glaze over Ellwood’s nipples. The sweet sounds he got in response had another rush of blood to his already red face.

He couldn’t stop himself from moaning Sidney’s name when felt him grinding harder against him, Ellwood’s hands now blatantly on his arse pulling him closer.

Their breaths kept getting faster and more shallow, making the room feel stuffy with warmth. Gaunt was now half seated over a cabinet, his back touching the wall everytime Ellwood ground their fronts together with increasing tempo.

Gaunt could feel his own mind slipping away from him, while he shamelessly whispered praises and I love yous right into Ellwood’s ear.

Ellwood kept , as if he didn’t touch every single part of Gaunt’s body he was going to disappear into thin air.

‘Sidney…’ gaunt huffed out, voice hoarse with arousal, ‘I’m going to…’

‘Henry…’ breathed out Ellwood, and gaunt could not fight the pleasure flooding his body.

He bit into the space where Ellwood’s neck and shoulder connected, shuddering and still hugging his lover’s waist.

Through his hazy mind, Gaunt could feel Sidney’s own pace stopping suddenly, a choked moan and Ellwood’s head falling limp over his shoulder.

They stayed there for a moment, breath still uneven and rapid, bodies still laced with each other while they came down.

‘Elly…’ gaunt said ‘what… was that for?’

‘I just…’ Ellwood trailed off

Gaunt grabbed his face and forced him to look him in the eye. He was sweating, his damp hair sticking to his forehead and cheeks impossibly red.

this is all I have lmaooo

i wanna read about sidney ellwood fucking in a closet 🙋

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[nathanbatemanfucker]

Blue Scoops: Chapter 2

summary: our little secret.

pairing: eventual f!reader x javier peña, chucho peña

contents: 18+/nsfw/minors dni, food mention, illusion to drug use, grief

WC: 1.9k

AN: happy blue scoops day! to everyone who has continued to read despite my absence on this app— thank you. it’s been a rough couple months but i do plan on slowly making my way back here bc i miss everyone. we are just a half chapter away from blue and javi meeting for the first time so thanks for you patience. as always thoughts, questions, comments are appreciated! <3

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The air feels noticeably fresh, still humid, but there’s something that starts to feel different as the days pass. You begin to settle in and it finally feels as if you’re starting anew, like the true beginning is here. While you’re not sure why, you decide to accept the shift, it couldn’t do any harm. Maybe, just maybe, it’s okay to let yourself dip your toe into the pool of living, even if it’s temporary.

You set off into town, wanting to get some decor and supplies for the house, food to stock the fridge and pantry. It’ll also give you an opportunity to scope out the local bakeries and cafes, and decide which ones you think you want to apply to if they're hiring. There has to be at least one that’ll be a good fit, but you aren’t in any rush with the sum of money in your bank account and minimal bills to pay. There’s a desperate necessity to get this right– if things go poorly here you aren’t sure what you’ll do with the rest of your life. If you’re being completely honest with yourself, you aren’t too sure now, but you’re doing the best you can to find a path.

This little town–as your grandfather had described it– has more to it than you anticipated. You spend the entire day in one thrift store, combing through things sold and forgotten in hopes to find things that call out to you. And when the shop closes, you head to the grocery store picking up the necessities with a plan to go back into town tomorrow.

Same as the day before, in each place you visit, a name continues to show up: Javier Peña. Signs, flyers, banisters all praising him, saying how much of a hero he is for his work with the DEA. It’s vaguely familiar, you’d seen all the Pablo Escobar stuff on the news but it hadn’t piqued your interest, your exposure to the effects of drugs ended with the death of your grandmother and you didn’t plan to go back. When you ask a cashier about it while at another thrift store, she gushes about Javier, eyes glazing over as she clutches the money in her hands close to her heart.

She looks ridiculous and you can assume that he must be incredibly handsome with the doe eyed look on her face.

She says after spewing incredibly too long, “I heard he may be coming home soon since they’ve taken down that other cartel. The Cali or whatever. I hope they throw a parade so we can all meet him.”

While you’re curious to know about the town hero you figure there isn’t much to learn while he’s not here. “Hopefully,” You agree with her, before gathering your new knick knacks and heading home.

You’re just about to start on some lunch when there’s a gentle knock at your door. You set down the loaf of bread, wiping your hands on your apron as you make your way to the door. Upon looking through the peephole you see a short man with tan skin and a grey beard. There’s a rather large hat on his head and a pair of aviators perched on his worn face.

“Hi, how can I help you?” You ask through the screen door, a polite smile on your face.

He doesn’t smile back but his expression isn’t unkind, “I’m Chucho. Chucho Peña. Been coming by here and making sure things stay tame.”

You recognize that name, your mind immediately flashing to the cashier in the grocery store, ranting and raving about that DEA agent, Javier Peña. It doesn’t feel right to ask him anything personal yet, you’ve just met the man, and you squash your curiosity and give into your surprise.

“You’ve been doing this by yourself?” You ask incredulously.

He shrugs, “It’s not too much, just some basic maintenance.”

His nonchalance pulls a laugh from your throat, and you open the screen door, stepping out onto the porch with him.

“I really appreciate that Chucho, I don’t think my grandparents thought about what would happen to this place once they left. I’m (Y/N), some people call me Blue. It’s great to meet you,” You offer your hand and he shakes it with a firm grip.

“Blue,” He repeats softly, a smile spreading across his face for just a moment. “I can keep coming by here if you’d like?”

“I couldn’t ask that of you.”

“You didn’t, I offered,” He counters and you’re grinning again.

He’s stubborn, reminds you of your grandfather and for the first time since he passed, it doesn’t hurt to think about him. You don’t shy away from it, or having this man that reminds you of him around. In fact it feels nice— lighter.

“At least let me pay you.”

Chucho shakes his head, hands up in protest, “Oh, no, mija, for free only.”

You narrow your eyes at him as you formulate a rebuttal, “What if I paid you with food?”

“That I think I’d be okay with.”

“Yeah? I thought so. I’ll make some lunch and leave the door open in case you need to come in. If you need anything just holler.”

Chucho has the entire lawn to mow, so you decide to make more than just sandwiches for lunch. You’ve bought ingredients for a caprese pasta salad as well, and you put on a pot of water to boil the noodles, taking your time to finely chop up basil and garlic. Every once and a while as you work, you take a glance out the window, watch as the man diligently pushes the lawn mower with seemingly no problem. By the time he’s entering the house, you’ve plated his sandwich and some of the pasta salad, a tall glass of frosty lemonade to accompany.

The smile that lights up his face and his soft murmur of thanks hits you in the gut, and you reflect on how much you love taking care of others.

In your grief you'd forgotten the warmth that accompanies fulfilling the needs of another. Your grandfather had died and somehow your nurturing spirit had gone with him, a primary recipient of your love and care gone. And in his absence, that role had been shifted to Oliver, all you were able to do it's take and take and take.

There’s another thing to apologize to Ollie for.

Chucho makes himself at home at your kitchen island, propping up on one of the stools you’d snagged at a tiny thrift store yesterday as he takes his first bite. There’s something comfortable about him, and there’s no hesitation when you pull up a stool across from him, joining him in the silence.

But even in the livable silence, your mind has a plethora of questions to ask this man who showed up at your door ready to show you a kindness you don’t deserve.

You keep your eyes trained on a cherry tomato in front of you, rolling it around on your plate, “I know this is a little personal to ask when we’re just meeting but did you know my grandparents?”

He hums thoughtfully, choosing his words carefully before answering, “I knew of your grandmother. Her family, your family, was well known around the community— goes back generations. Your grandmother…well you knew her better than I did.”

There’s something unspoken in his reply and you realize that your grandmother's battles with substance abuse must've started here. You’re not sure how you feel about that, undecided if it makes you angrier that none of you ever had a chance or if the small glimmers of compassion you hold for her grow deeper. She’d been so young, so naive, so vulnerable. Your grandfather loved her anyway. Even with your resentment, you find something beautiful in his willingness to give himself to her despite it all.

It’s strange to not have known anyone but your father and grandparents. You wonder where it’d went wrong, how she’d ended up the way she did.

“She made some not so great decisions. I’m guessing she didn’t live up to my family's reputation?” You dare a glance at him, catching the way he shrugs.

“From what I know everyone just wanted better for her.”

“She was a stubborn thing, I’m sure that just made her rebel more.”

“Despite her actions or struggle, your family name still means a lot in this town,” He reassures but it does anything but.

You’re not here to carry on your family’s legacy, whatever it may be. You’re here to rediscover yourself, to find out if there’s anything in this world that you feel is truly for you. Optics and family duties aren’t what you signed up for, not that you’d know the first thing about what that looks like.

“That’s a lot of pressure,” You murmur mostly to yourself but loud enough for him to hear.

“It can be our little secret,” He smiles again, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

Its infectious and you can’t help but smile back at him, “I really appreciate that Chucho.”

He sets down his fork on his now clear plate, finishing the rest of his lemonade as he stands with a stretch, “Well I’ll get going but here’s my card. I run the ranch out on the other edge of town.”

“All by yourself?” You ask again as you pluck the card of his hand, and this time it warrants a chuckle from him.

“It’s not much work but my son should be home soon to help out.”

“Javier, right? I’ve seen his name around on flyers and signs. The town really loves him.”

You notice the way he stiffens when you mention the flyers and praise, and curiosity blooms in you once again. But you’ve heckled this man enough, and have plenty of time to get to know him and potentially his son better. In fact, you find yourself looking forward to it.

“That’s my Javi,” The obvious affection for his son rings clear in his tone, and your heart squeezes in your chest.

“I’ll let you know if I need anything else, but maybe I could make you dinner out of appreciation for all those times you took care of the house?” You offer as you walk him to the door.

“You’ve got my card. Give me a call.”

“I will. Take care, Chucho.”

“You too.”

You busy yourself immediately with the kitchen, feeling an unwanted swell of emotion once Chucho’s gone.

Loneliness. It hits harder than it has in days.

Being alone is what you need right now you’ve come to terms with that. Missing Oliver and the phone calls you have with him don’t elicit this level of emptiness but you let that realization go, not ready to open up that can of worms any further. You’ve been so painfully lonely, and spending time ever with a stranger felt like a breath of fresh air. Some of that has to do with how isolated you are.

It’s only 4 in the afternoon once you finish prepping more food and cleaning up the kitchen but as you slide some tupperware into the fridge you pull out a bottle of wine, not even bothering with a glass. Lingering near the hallway, you shut off the lights, keeping your eyes trained on the box of your grandparents before letting out a sigh and heading towards your bedroom. Taking the first sips you ignore that scratching feeling inside you.

Another time. You’ll handle it all another time.

> chapter 3

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[thebroccolination]

I remember one of the most influential moments I had on my body image while living in Japan.

One Saturday afternoon, my Japanese coworker and I went out to lunch, and as we left the buffet, stuffed to satisfaction, she said, “I shouldn’t have eaten so much. I’m already the fat one in my family.”

I was distracted thinking about something else, and I thought she was joking, so I made a noncommittal kind of noise. I’d only been in Japan for half a year at that point, and I was already tired of the extensive fat-shaming almost everyone took part in, so I just disconnected whenever it started.

Then I glanced at her and realized she was serious. She had a self-deprecating half-smile, and she didn’t seem to be setting me up for one of those, “No, but you’re so pretty,” responses. She was just stating a fact. This person, who probably couldn’t have pinched more than a pinky’s width of fat anywhere on her body, was ashamed of her size.

Meanwhile, I was twenty-three and deeply, profoundly hated my body. Back then, I would have given most anything to be her size.

And in that moment, I realized: it’ll never be enough.

No matter how petite, how skinny, how svelte, how toned, how whatever. The societies many of us live in profit off of the desperation of mass misery, and no amount of dieting would ever give me a pass from that misery. If I was thin, there’d be some other issue to “fix”, like “weird elbows” or something else that I haven’t even thought about because no one’s had the opportunity to tell me how much it costs to adjust it yet.

I realized in a mall on a Saturday that the joy I’d been chasing had to come from disengaging from the whole chase, not from changing my body.

And I mean, I’m not totally there yet, even over a decade later. It’s difficult to love what you’re repeatedly told is wrong about yourself, and I hated my body for much longer than I’ve been actively trying to love it. I cling to offhand compliments about my looks, and I feel a twinge of guilt whenever I enjoy the “wrong” foods, and I fantasize about how much easier or happier life would be if I looked the way my coworker looked then.

But at least I know to my core that it will never be enough for them. No size, no shape, no degree of perfection will ever be enough for the societies and cultures I’ve lived in that judge one’s morality by one’s body. Relatives of mine in the States over the holidays tortured themselves with “I was being so good so far” and “I’m going to be bad tonight” and it’s just so pointlessly cruel that we’re set up to think this way about ourselves.

I made a lemon-glaze cake over the holidays, and almost no one ate it because so many people were dieting.

I did, though.

I just love the irony that living in a culture so rigid about weight actually freed me somewhat from the chase for an impossible goal. I bought diet pills as a teenager, and I couldn’t believe as recently as last week that a woman I was attracted to was hitting on me, but at least I know I’m in this snow globe now, and it makes breaking out of it easier.

Since university, I’ve been committed to exercising to gain muscle because I wanted to lose weight. But now I do it mainly because I like the strength and the flexibility that comes along with it. My weight’s never hurt me or my immune system or any aspect of my life. My brain did that, and my brain was just reacting to a lifetime of fear-mongering.

It will never be enough until you disengage from the chase.

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- 𝔸𝕟 𝕦𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣 -  ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟𝕖. -

❀ 𝕎𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: Well it's finally done! It took a while to finish, but it is! I'm pretty happy with how it turned out. Throughout this story there will be links to attached to words or phases. Those are youtube links to the themes that I felt best suited (and inspired) those moments, so if you'd like to use those go right ahead. Also There will be words that imply that the reader is a woman, if that makes you uncomfortable please ask for me a replica with blank pronouns.

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𝔻𝕖𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥 -

ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕚 - A wave or waves.

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𝔸𝕔𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕖 - 𝔸 𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥.

Tensed muscles found relief in the comfort of warm bed sheets. Glad that the day had finally been over.  I smelt the honeyed aroma of my sheets. I’d lay here forever if I could. It was far more peaceful here than it was earlier downstairs, even though it was out of good will. With strength lingering in my limbs, I twisted my body to the side, taking in more of the perfect view of the world just beyond my balcony.  

Vague wisps of translucent clouds hovered over the night sky, some intermingling with the scattered stars, while others hovered in a linear cluster just beyond the woodlands, forming a bed of clouds for the sleepy crescent moon. The moon’s snowy glow seeped into my room, making its presence known despite rivalling the soft light of my bedside lamp. Illuminating peach blossom walls, wall-mounted paintings, cinnamon dressers and periwinkle perfumes. Just beyond my bed was a small bookshelf with all my favourite books. I’d be sure to read them again once I got the chance. 

Cool air swooped past the balustrade. The gust brushed against the hem of my nightgown and glazed my legs. Stealing a pleased hum as I settled further into my sheets. 

It has been an extremely busy day today, by far one of the busiest days I've had this month. Dealing with the recent batch of new customers has been taking up most of my energy. I barely had a moment's breath before I heard the bell from the front door. Perhaps it was the new dish that I added to my menu a few days ago; the thought of it being that brought a smile to my lips. Starting an establishment on my own had been a dream of mine from my younger years. My mother and I used to travel the world, spreading our love for food with everyone curious enough to try it. My mother’s passion eventually became my own. I wanted to carry on her legacy. Food was a universal language— something that we all understood no matter where we came from. 

I made the decision to settle in Japan. In a small village that kissed the mountains. There weren’t many who looked like me— between that and learning the language, it was natural that I stuck out like a sore thumb. Though that never stopped me. Much to my relief, a little after I had settled the community took me in. They were as quiet as they were accepting— taking me in with open arms and with an opportunity to welcome me as family too. The village was lively during the day, children running to and fro, merchants were up and about ready to make ends meet. Though when dusk came, the village seemed absent from everything. Only leaving vague trails of what it used to be. 

My beloved bistro was small, but I loved every inch of it. It welcomed everyone, allowing those who entered to taste a piece from my home even though most of the dishes were foreign to them. 

Some time had passed after and my little restaurant began to gain its fair share of loyal customers. I truly couldn’t be happier here. I thought fondly of the memory of Shimizu-sama scoffing down the fresh batch custard tarts that I had made in the afternoon. Exclaiming that those were one of the best he’d ever had. Shimizu-sama was an escentic man— an amazing conversationalist, really. He always seemed to know how to strike up one with whoever was close enough. It was wonderful as it meant that my dining room was always filled with laughter. 

I sauntered my way to my balcony. The evening chill was starting to pick up pace and I didn’t want to catch a cold as I had an early start tomorrow. My fingers glazed one of the balcony handles, taking in one last look at the world outside when my attention caught something strange.  

A rabbit— just across from my door. It hastily hopped around the ridge of the woodlands. Its buttoned nose wrinkled as it darted around.  

It seemed… confused. 

I watched the creature hop back and forth, it’s ears standing at attention. It was a rabbit that’s for sure, but not like any I’ve seen before. What was it doing there? Most bunnies would be black, brown or white but this one was… blue? 

I immediately scoffed at my presumption. It had been a long day. Besides, it could have been the fault of the coloured sky on its fur. The critter with its back to the woods peered over its shoulder, but then it stopped.  

I think it realised that it was being watched. 

Swiftly, the peculiar rabbit turned its head and looked up. A pair of ruby eyes locking onto mine. I swallowed the lodged air in my throat. In my passiveness, I waved away the clouds in my mind. 

I was told bits and pieces about the stories of these lands, but heard none about strange looking rabbits that would appear on people's doors— so this was strange to say the least. It would be smart to be at least a little cautious.  

It looked lost a few moments ago, so perhaps it was. It could be someone’s pet that got away somehow. The more I stared at the creature the more questions sprouted in my mind, and not having an answer to any of them made me even more apprehensive, but also curious.  

If I just let it stay for the night, I could return it to its owner in the morning, I thought, finally closing the doors and making my way to the bathroom.  

 It could be hurt too.  

Yanking my cardigan from its coat hook I made my way to the bathroom. Stuffing bandages into my bag just in case I was right. My bedroom was above the dining room and in the room just before was the kitchen. I searched my produce for carrots, settling on bringing four with me just so that I’d earn the rabbit’s favour. After shoving those into my satchel, I made my way to the entrance of the dining hall. The moon’s glow filtered in through the ivory blinds, adding a frosty glow to the sage walls and hickory tables. I weaved through the furniture until I found myself in front of my door.  

My fingertips grazed the doorknob then clutched it tightly, the door clicking  open despite the heaviness of my muscles. The moon and icy air glazed my features; a small flame hovered in the corner of my eye. The ember swayed to and fro, somewhat like a dance, the wind being its graceful partner. 

Now that I was seeing it up close, there was no mistaking it— it did have strikingly blue fur. I unhooked the lantern and stepped away from my home, keeping a relatively safe distance from the rabbit so I wouldn’t frighten it. The rabbit watched me intently, wrinkling its nose with vigour. Maybe it smelt the carrots. Reaching for one, I placed it on the ground. 

“It’s alright,” I said softly, “I want to help.”  

The rabbit’s attention shifted to the carrot. I smiled at the sight; it was adorable despite its odd colour. I’d have to ask the owner how it got like that. Chirruping softly, the rabbit bit into the carrot; small crunching sounds emerged from its tiny mouth as it ate. I watched it for a while, hoping that it would associate me with something as comforting as food.  

“Well done,” I cooed, reaching for another and placing it on the ground, “there’s more for you in my bag. Once you’ve eaten that one, I’ll give you another, alright?” 

The peculiar rabbit rose from its meal, its ears springing up as it took a peek into my pouch. 

Another smile tugged at my lips, “You’re not a normal rabbit, are you?” 

The next few moments went by quickly; I offered more carrots and the rabbit ate them. He even inched closer and allowed me to pet him. His fur was unbelievably soft. Probably akin to a cloud if I ever had the chance to touch one. The rabbit purred more under my touch, murmuring as rabbits do while I stroked its ears and back. I hope I’ve gained enough of his trust to allow me to hold it and take it back inside. Taking the opportunity, my fingers gradually brushed the underside and pulled the fluffy creature to my chest.  

The rabbit accepted my warmth, nestling itself in my arms for a moment, then, I noticed his attention was drawn to the woods. Tall dark figures swayed in the sombre tune of the wind. The wind whistled around hollow trunks and dormant green leaves guiding the scent of berries and wildflowers to where I stood. The ground ahead was uneven, awkward patchwork of rooted soil and rocks but seemed manageable to walk on. In fact, a certain someone would be able to travel the terrain perfectly. I listened to the squirrels chattering in the night, the rustles and churning of the creatures coming out to roam out from their dens and thickets. I had no doubt the rabbit had heard it too. The rabbit remained fixated on the obscure pathway, his ears perking up to attention. 

Without warning the sky was swallowed by a black, feathery fog. The mysterious haze grew to a tremendous size, robbing us of the light of the moon and the lantern that bobbed a few feet away. The wings from the cluster flailed and flapped like distant thunderous warning us of an incoming storm. A mixture of ear splitting hoarse caws overwhelmed my ears; a violent contrast to the otherwise soundless night— startling me and the rabbit in my arms.  

Instinctively, I made an attempt to cover one of my ears, aiming to quickly turn and make way for my house— but I lost my footing and well along with my hold on the rabbit. The frightened rabbit seized the moment and leapt out my arms and darted into the forest, its cotton tail disappearing between the trees. 

The swarm of crows had dissipated, leaving me once again in the empty silence of the night. I scrambled to my feet, brushing away the stray pebbles that wielded themselves snug into my nightgown.  

My attention was drawn back to the forest ahead. The maze of trees looked just as daunting as it had been a few moments ago. This was a terrible idea—it was— but I couldn’t leave it out there. It could’ve been hurt from its panicked escape. With heel in toe, I marched towards my lantern and picked it up. My stomach sat in a knot, dreading my next step, but I took it anyway. Then another, and another. Until my frame was swallowed by the sea of trees. 

  𝔸𝕔𝕥 𝕥𝕨𝕠 - 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕤.

Luminous petals seeped through the dark disjointed limbs, helping me see the obscure path of crackling leaves and pulpy smells. Wind slipped between the leaves and twirled around dense trees, faintly whistling an unusual tune. The only thing I could find comfort in was my lantern. It dangled just within arm’s reach as my feet padded carefully along the narrow mosh-vile trail, carefully listening for the slightest noise that reminded me of the critter I had lost. The scent of rich soil and wildflowers draped over my senses, unknowingly guiding me through the tall, shrouded cedar that shot up like dark arrows piercing the night sky. Dewy grass slid across my legs as I made my way through foliage, jolting my muscles and stealing a yelp from me as I pressed on.  

I had thought to call out to the rabbit in hopes that it would recognise my voice and come out, but I knew better than to that. God knows what else could linger in this leafy grove. Stopping a moment, I leant my weight to a nearby tree to catch my breath. When the rhythm of my heart regained its pace, I stiffly lifted my lantern again, twisting my body to give the patchwork behind me a brief look. The soft warm glow hovered and showed me more of the same; boneless branches and berry bearing bushes, but my attention was brought to something else. From a small burrow, I found an upended cotton tail. In his panic, the poor rabbit must have tried to hide in it, even though it was far too small for its plump furry body. Stifling a giggle, I carefully tip-toed to the trapped critter, its muffled whimpers becoming more prominent as I got closer.  

“Thank goodness I was able to find you,” I whispered, taking partial hold of the exposed body of the rabbit and shuffling the light of my lantern closer with the other, “How did you get yourself lodged like this?”  

The rabbit continued to whimper, though it wasn’t flailing his legs as frantically anymore. “There, there…” I cooed, stroking it’s back. “Let’s get you out now.”  

I continued to reassure the rabbit and I gently pulled him loose. The process was tedious— well, it had to be. There was no other way to go about it. I adjusted my grip as more of him became exposed, until he could pull himself out on his own. Letting out a high-pitched yelp as he popped out and rolled onto his side. “We need to leave this place!” I hissed, taking the moment to try scoop up the rabbit. “You’ve caused me enough trouble as it is. This place isn’t safe— for either of us!”   

The rabbit dodged my hands, skidding on its hind legs only to bolt deeper into the oak-brown forest. On impulse I snatched my lantern from the ground as I sprung to my feet, taking after the fleeing rabbit. Silently cursing myself for empathising with it.  

Over jagged rock beds and through small tunnels the rabbit went. Air huddled together in my anguished lungs as I jumped over another dip on the forest floor, harsh pangs pulsed in my chest as I lifted the hem of my nightgown that had become a nuisance to my journey. The teal rabbit sped between the trees; moving astoundingly quickly despite its weight. Through blotched version, I watched it leap over cracking branches and between thorny bushes. My lantern flailed frantically in my grasp. The small flame crackling a threat to go out. 

I stiffly slid down a ragged incline, adding more effort into my aching legs to dart to my left narrowly missing being hurtled into a tree. This was ridiculous! I had thought to stop my effort, to somehow make my way back home and forget what the rabbit and everything else that’s happened tonight. I’m not quite sure what else has been driving me— curiosity? Perhaps, or another nagging thought I had been neglecting. 

A river appeared through the maze of trees as if by magic. Although, it didn’t completely reflect the rays of scattered sequins from the night viel above, but instead it shimmered in the unique colours of its own. Otherworldly ripples of lilac and azure together as one. Empty echoes loomed over the body of water, curving its way through the forest for miles, vastly contrasting the recipe of sounds around it. The river was wide too, spreading far into the oncoming horizon, the few trees on the other side resembling miniature figurines swaying to the brisk breeze. Fireflies hovered out on the river, glowing together in fine clusters like celestial stardust. The gorgeous scene took my breath away. I slumped over another nearby tree, inhaling the cool sharp air as it glazed my dormant limbs. The rabbit took a seat on the pebbled bed a few inches from the river’s surface, curiously sniffing the boneless creek. I watched the rabbit prod the water with its paw, then it used another, eventually hauling itself onto the water until it sat comfortably on the river’s surface.

I wasn't sure if what I had just witnessed was just the effect of the oozy smells of the forest, or this had all been a dream. Everything would’ve been right in the world had it been the latter— but I knew that it wasn’t.  This was far too real for it to be so. I could so distinctly feel the uneven pebble curves digging themselves snug into my bare legs, the slithering grass coiling itself between my fingers in reassurance and the looming darkness being pleasantly repelled by the delicate glow for the river. It was impossible to have a dream be so life-like.

Without thinking, I scampered towards the hovering rabbit, inspecting it. “How did you do that?!” I pleaded, glancing at either side of its body. 

Promptly, the critter turned back to hold my gaze— probably curious to see if I would keep following it. I tugged my cardigan over my exposed shoulders, forming a soft cocoon around my figure. “Your owner isn’t from that small village, are they?” I whispered, taking a hand to press it against the river’s surface. My hand wouldn’t seep below the surface; no matter how much pressure I put onto it. I tried to use both hands, lending my weight again and I reached the same conclusion. The river water was cool to the touch, it was as though the river was glazed over, though not in the way it would have been during extreme winters. Peering further into it, I spotted wildlife moving freely as if it was no different to any other body of water. 

I finally asked the question that had been hobbled in my mind. “...Can I do what you just did?”

Silent, the rabbit hopped back to me, tenderly brushing his head against my hand. “So you don’t hate me then.” I smiled, returning the affection. “I’m going to give this a try.”

The rabbit held a piece of my cardigan in its teeth, purring and tugging at the wool, in a meek attempt to pull me forward. 

“Alright, alright. I’ve already said that I’m going to give it a go.” I chuckled, rising to my feet. 

Hesitantly, I held up the helm of my nightgown, the pearly fabric littered with mud and stray burnt-orange leaves. Briefly hovering my foot I placed it on the river’s surface. The water rattled under my weight, then it stilled. Step, after cautious step, I watched as a few cherry trouts swirled around in delicate loops just under my feet. 

“This is— this is amazing! Wonderful even! I-I don’t know how any of this is possible!” I squealed, doing a spin. Magic, perhaps? Of course it is! What else could this be?!”

The rabbit churrled, hopping around me with excitement. Then it leapt forward, leaving small ripples in his wake as he raced ahead, purple hues shimmering beautifully across its fur. 

Holding the hem of my nightgown I followed suit, curiosity seizing my drowsy senses; wondering what other peculiar things I would find once I reached the other side. 

𝔸𝕔𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖 - 𝔸 𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦.

Peach lotuses twirled in grouped clusters with the breeze down the river like weary lost stars finding their way home. The blossoms had a timid glow, their dainty light brushed against the colours of the water as they floated downstream. Carefully, I manoeuvred my feet between the aquatic flowers until I was again reminded of the fickle sensation of soil. The greenlands on this side of the river was vastly different from the forest I came from. Lilies sprouted and blossomed glistened there like tumblestone crystals under the late night’s veil, inviting me ever so delicately with their scent. I followed the earth-worn path between the lilies, ascending it steadily to its crown. Blue hopped along a few steps ahead, humming happily at seeing the meadow. Perhaps it might not even have an owner, maybe it was a wild rabbit that had gotten lost. My heart tinged at the thought, frowning as I found myself dissatisfied with that answer.

The path continued to rise until I was met with another linear walkway. A flight of cobblestone stairs leading its way further onwards, centred and guarded by two wisteria trees. The stairs up for what seemed like miles. Rivalling mountains if I had any say in the matter. I wonder where that goes… I thought, taking a step closer. Whatever was at the top of the stairs was far beyond reach, hidden under a blanket of eerie frosty mist. Blue, who had hopped into my arms (I’d imagine that he was tired from all the running he had to do) nuzzled himself into my chest for warmth.  The more I pondered on the endless possibilities of what I would see once I reached the top, the more curiosity fled from me. Leaving me alone with a new sneering thought.

How was I going to get back home?

My heart sank. The sensation cold and hollow til it solemnly met my knotted stomach. I spun around, taking a moment to spy the lengthy journey that I had taken. The magical river was there just like before and just beyond that was that god cursed forest. Horizon stretched on for miles, my home a distant forgotten memory in its midst. The saliva in my mouth became thick to swallow as something bleak and heavy bled and dellved itself to my chest. My eyes prickled and burned like stinging nettles with my futile attempts not to break. Who’s going to look for me here? How was anyone going to find me? I thought, squeezing Blue as I paced back and forth for any sign, landmark— anything. 

But something broke my pacing. A noise. A sound from a third being. The sound was brief, but nonetheless prominent. On impulse I darted towards the closest wisteria tree. Praying— no— begging that sound was just my imagination. Panicked, I pressed my back against the time-chiselled bark, crunching my eyes shut while silently hoping to somehow mend with it. 

A moment passed. Then another. 

I couldn’t hear anything now— no, I couldn’t trust that. 

My heart rattled like a panicked bird in its cage. Blood pulsed through my ears so violently that I thought they’d pop. My mind was a flurry with panicked thoughts, making it troublesome to make sense of any of them. I thought about making a run for it, but what if it was a wild animal? It could outpace me in seconds and it would be over. Shall I wait and let it pass by? But what if it’s waiting for me? I should—

“Now, what do we have here? A woman?” Draped a leering voice over my ear. “I’ve never seen anyone like you before… What's your name?” 

My voice hid in the arduous depths of my throat. My legs almost gave way as I further wedged myself into the rough hickory bark. I had no will to respond. Blue stirred in my hold, purring as it tried wiggling free from my grasp. 

He’s not afraid.

“Come now,” The voice lulled again, “I– wait, is that… Nami?”

Blue hummed at the voice, squirming his way out my grasp and out into the open in response to his name. Cautiously, I opened my eyes. My breath was promptly stolen at the sight before me. A few inches from my face stood… someone. Locks of honey with cherry coloured tips fell in loose waves just past his shoulders. He was handsome, charm shimmering in his merigold eyes, burning under thick inky lashes that stared with such intensity that I couldn’t help but drown in his gaze. On his face he bore a gentle smile, his elation evident in his honeyed dimpled cheeks. Despite his allure he had strange features too, his ears were strangely fox-like, the two coated in bumblebee fur pointing eagerly towards the night’s sky. 

His yukata was scarlet in colour, elegant in fashion but practical and held loosely to his broad frame. His bare chest slightly exposed due to one his clawed hands peeking out and resting on his obi. There was a noticeable difference in height between us, so much so that I had to crane my neck to look at him fully. His presence was imposing, but not threatening; at least for that moment. Powerful, but also gentle. I scoured my mind for anything that I’d ever seen in the slightest bit resembled who or what I was looking at, but nothing came of it. The wind sang a gentle tune, blowing swiftly across my body and rustled my curls, guarding me despite its cold embrace. 

“W-what are you?” I whispered.

The man tilted his head to the side and studied my features. “Ah, so she does talk.” He stated, his grin faltering at the question. “You do not know what I am?” 

I pondered his question, once again searching my mind for answers. Hara-sama was an docile elderly woman that often visited my bistro after she had long closed her own antique kiosk. When she did venture in, it was often to offer me books and treat herself to some treats before returning home to her husband. On one particular night she had given me a strange book, one about mythical beings and their tales. 

I had always enjoyed her visits because it always came with a good story or two, and that one night was no different. She told me the stories of ancient goddesses and gods and their deeds, but there was one that struck me the most. A tale of a fox.

Though it wasn’t an exact copy, key features were uncanny.

“...The trickster spirit – Kitsune.” I gasped, attempting to shift my weight to back away. The attempt was futile. Noticing my movements the fox spirit’s gaze sharped, uttering a silent warning. I froze in place, swallowing away the dread that housed itself in my mouth.

The Kitsune's grin returned– said grin drawing attention to the knife-like pearly fangs that leered just behind his lips. 

“That’s one of the names my kind goes by, yes,” He responded, rising from his slouched state to fully bask in the moonlight. “but I am not exactly a spirit. Nor do we ‘trick’ the people we encounter. At least not all of us. That name was given to my kind because of our abilities.”

“I see…” I muttered, yanking at the loose threads of my cardigan. “I’m sorry.”

The Kitsune hummed— pleased, before shifting his attention to Blue. Ushering up the lively furball up to his chest with a single hand. “Tell me, how did you come to find this rabbit, miss?”

“He was outside my home.” I told him. “ He looked lost and I thought I’d go outside and help but he was scared off by a group of a crows and ran off and-”

“And?” He queried.

I averted my gaze for a moment, recalling the events that led up to this moment.“...I went after it because I thought he belonged to one of the village-people. It ran much further than I expected and that’s how I’ve ended up here.”

Nami purred the fox spirit’s embrace, his floppy ears tucking themselves away fondly as he took in the Kitsune’s warmth. 

“Nami.” He called to the rabbit, admonition thinly lining his tone “I told you not to venture beyond the river.”

The bunny whimpered at the scolding, peering solemnly at the irritated Kitsune. “Those woods are dangerous, you should know that. Not to mention you brought someone with you. You both could have been hurt, or worse!” He warned.“Terrible things come out after nightfall.”

My blood ran cold. Despite my thinking about getting home; Nami’s safety was one of two reasons why I continued to follow him. When he decided to run off for a second time into the misty forest I wasn’t sure why he had done it. Until I saw it. A hand. An abnormally long, shrivelled, colourless hand. Its darkened bloodshot nails clung to a tree just a few feet from where I stood, grinding its fingers into the hollow bark as if it was searching for its heart. Its palm was massive, far bigger than any humans. However, the limb retreated just as quickly, shrivelling out of sight and recoiled into the forest’s void. I hope that whatever it was, that it would stay lost and never find light again.

Nami shivered in the Kitsune’s arms, burrowing his head further into the fox spirit’s yukata. The Kitsune dragged on a sign, his flame embroidered haori shifting as he reached to pet the rabbit with his other hand. 

“Anyway,” He hummed, resting his hand on Nami’s head. “a certain someone is worried sick, so please return to her.” At that the Kitsune put the rabbit down. Nami hopped forward a few steps before it sped back towards me, giving my leg a brief nuzzle before hopping away–– this time for good. 

I watched the squeamish furball disappear over the hill, a smile tugging at my lips knowing that he was going to be alright. Given that he doesn’t go on anymore adventures. 

“Miss.” The Kitsune said, breaching the silence. “I take it that you can’t find your way back home.”

Unease crept up my back as I remembered the situation I was in. The Kitsune aren’t always evil beings. Stories told of them working to protect those weaker than them, often being shown as faithful guardians. However, trickster spirits still existed, luring people astray in all sorts of ways and in some cases to their deaths. No two were ever the same.  Despite this Kitsune's other-worldly appearance, he didn’t seem like a bad person. He might be the only chance at me getting to see my home again. 

“Yes. I’m  lost.” I murmured, doing my best to push away my tears. “I want to go home. So if you can help, please just-”

Something heavy plopped onto my head. It was so tender in touch that I had no urge to pull away. Nimble fingers gently wound themselves through my curls, offering reassurance. “I see.” The Kitsune assured. “I will guide you home. Beyond the river and through the forest. However,“ The Kitsune paused between the headpats and let his hand fall on my shoulder, “there is a threshold that I cannot cross. At least not in this state. From that point onwards you will have to walk alone, but from there on I assure you that it will be safe.” 

I whispered a thank you to the fox spirit and he nodded his head in acceptance. Promptly we made our way back down the hill, finding ourselves at the illmuninsant river.

Our descent from the hill first had been in silence. The subtle squelches of our footsteps seeming obscenely loud in the vacant night. “You still haven’t told me your name, miss.”  Kitsune recalled, rubbing his chin. “Would you be less afraid if I told you mine?”

I took a brief glance at him only to find his marigold gaze searching for mine as well. “And what if you don’t tell me the truth?” I asked. 

“Would you know if I was telling the truth?” He shot back, a faint smile tracing his lips. 

“Well…” I told him, “Maybe.”

The Kitsune suddenly halted his movements, alternatively forcing me to stop as well. “And how would you tell then?” 

Without a moment’s notice, the Kitsune won our compelling stalemate. He peered over my features, his hues swaying this way and that. His eyes were beautiful. Two different colours that mend so well together that they almost perfectly mimicked a dozing sun.

“Well, with your face.” I mumbled, suddenly finding interest in the festering moss covered soil.  

“Very well.” He remarked, taking his fingers to my chin to draw my gaze to him again. “My name is Rengoku Kyojuro. I am the eldest son of my family. Now, what do you think? Am I telling the truth? You can tell from my expression, can you not?” He urged, cocking his head to the side to hear my answer. “So, look at me.”

I reached for his fingers, carefully removing the claws that dug ever so slightly into my chin. “Truth.” I gulped, holding his hand in both of mine before putting them at his side. “Your eyes seem honest.”

At that Kyojuro smiled, his several tails glowing a celestial gold in the moonlight. “Now, you can introduce yourself to me.”

There had been a brief moment where I wondered if I should lie to him. ‘Giving out your actual names to mythical creatures could spell your end…’ recited the tales book on mythical beasts in my head. However, he did sound earnest when he told me his name. Perhaps he figured that there wouldn’t be anything I could do with it once I had heard it, or maybe there is…

“My name is ________  ______.” I declared, pulling a small smile to my lips. “I am the third eldest daughter of my family.”

Kyojuro hummed, taking a moment to rise from his slouched state, when he then spoke again. “I’ve never heard of a name like that before.” He purred. “The world sure is a large and fascinating place, isn’t it?”

…He didn’t question my answer? 

While lost in thought, Kyojuro inched closer to the luminescent river, stopping once he reached its surface. The azure blue stream coiled its way through the forest’s center, parting the woodlands for an eternity. “It is.” I mused, cautiously meeting him where he stood. 

Once by his side, Kyojuro greeted me with a closed-eye grin, “Although I don’t know if it has meaning—your name does sound beautiful, ______-san.”

My ears tingled at the sudden compliment, my face momentarily swelling with furious heat. “I-it doesn’t have any meaning that I know of,” I stammered, “but thank you. I’m sure your name has meaning, doesn’t it?”

Kyojuro nodded, turning to extend his hand to me to help me cross the river. “Though I must admit, one is more grim than the other.”

I took his offering, reaching for the fingers that tangled themselves in mine. “Oh?”

With my hand in his, Kyojuro guided me across the river. “Well, to start with the not so grim one,” he began, “the first part of my name, ‘Kyo’ means apricot.”

“Wait, really?” I asked, curiosity taking me. “I suppose it’s kind of funny considering you hair colour-” 

“Oh?” Kyojuro contested. “Is that what you think?”

I squirmed under his gaze, pressing my lips together as I prayed that I didn’t cross the line.  Even though what he had asked was a question, his words were laced with something else. Something that I couldn’t make sense of at that moment; but then Kyojuro chuckled, amused by my behaviour. “Yes! It’s kind of convenient isn’t it?”

Conversations sparked and fizzled as we made our way into the oncoming forest. Once we had reached there, I had found my lantern. Its flame had long gone out but I retrieved it. The forest had a slightly different atmosphere to it now that Kyojuro was here– far less daunting. His glow became more prominent under the veil of creeping shadows and ageing trees. Replacing my lantern and guiding me home. 

Turns out, he was also quite the conversationalist too. Along the way, Kyojuro would ask questions about my home and what I did in the village that became my new one. Mentioning that it had been a long time since he had someone to anyone human. Kyojuro also had an immense love for food, consistently prodding me about the meals that I served for my customers and what they all tasted like. Curiosity brimming his eyes as I explained the subtle textures and flavours. 

I also asked him questions too. Simple things; questions about his home and what he’d like to eat. Although some of his answers seemed vague, he was pretty straight forward with others.

“My favourite snack is a baked sweet potato!” He claimed, grinning cheerfully. “Preferably on a fire with autumn leaves for kindling.”

“Oh if that’s the case then you should try sweet potato pie one day! I learnt the recipe from a lovely woman while I travelled the world with my mother. She was an amazing cook.” I giggled, thinking fondly of my teacher. “She was a massive inspiration second to my mother.”

The Kitsune’s ears twitched with bewilderment.  “And what is that? I’ve never heard of that before.” 

Giggling, I watched marigold hues blossom (and some drool too) as I explained the process of making the treat. I wouldn’t have been surprised if his eyes had morphed into stars at that moment. Fluffed pointed ears twitched with infectious wonder, curious about what I would talk about next. Steadily, my unease slipped away. The sounds of drumming crickets and eerily crackling branches faded away to nothing. Uncertainties were thrown to the wayside as I found myself enjoying the Kitsune's company. He illuminated the dark and I was thankful for that. 

“Oh, we have reached it!” Kyojuro declared, pointing onwards. “This is where I leave you, _______-san.”

Snaring my bottom lip between my teeth, my attention drifting deep into the remaining hoard of time-chiselled trees. “I see…”

“______-san.”

“Hm?” 

Approaching me, Kyojuro took my lantern in one hand and opened its tiny door. With a swift snap of his fingers a small flame appeared on his finger, lining his finger to the candle and lit it again. 

“Magic!” I squeaked. “How were you-”

Kyojuro winked, bringing his extinguished finger to his lips before closing the lantern door and handing it to me. “It’s our little secret.”

“R-right, thank you!” I chimed, watching the vibrant dancing flame. “And thank you for bringing me here.”

The Kitsune rewarded me with another closed eyed smile. “Go home now.” He urged. “I’m sure you need the rest. It was nice speaking with you, if only for a short while. I enjoyed it nonetheless.”

I in turn gave him a smile of my own, “Thanks again Kyojuro,” I grinned, waving goodbye,“for everything.”

…

A crisp breeze ushered in through my bedroom’s balcony, glazing my dormant limbs into a frosty embrace. I shifted in my sheets, groaning at the leaking honeyed sun through my fluttering rose tinted curtains. Through fuzzy eyes I caught glimpses of the morning sky. Shadowy clouds loomed and gathered over the silvery sky, lingering as wisps from the night before. Fatigue coated my body— so then it hadn’t been all a dream. 

I had made home shortly after leaving Kyojuro in the forest. Occasionally, I’d look back and there he stood; his form gradually getting smaller and smaller until he appeared to have disappeared completely. I walked the short distance alone, carefully manoeuvring through to not stir anything else that might have been lingering about. Upon seeing the threshold, I scrambled into a run, scolding tears streaming down my cheeks as I saw the familiar features of the village and my bistro. After a replenishing bath and a change of clothes, I heaved my aching body to my bed, nestled myself in my bedsheets and drifted away into a dreamless sleep. 

Yawning, I sat up to stretch. Bones popped and clicked, all of it coaxing a pleased hum from my lips. I wonder what he's doing now. Does he still travel the forest during the day too? I thought as I strolled into my bathroom. I hope that he got home safely too. 

With a subtle click my radio hummed to life, my morning routine drifted by seamlessly as a paper moon. I twirled around my room, singing along as I timed my hairbrush strokes with the melody, styling my coils into a fluffy high bun. The rhythm bubbled and bounced off the walls, the music mending into my bones and lulling me into a magical dance with a make-believe partner. Comfortably tightening the lace of my corset, I adjusted the length of my dress. Shades of pine and olive coated it in neat folds, my shoulders bare as the dress began at just shy of them. It was a favourite of mine. 

Sliding on my walnut brown low heel pumps, I made my way downstairs. Slipping into the kitchen I dawned on my daisy embroidered apron and got to work on preparing my ingredients for the day. Considering that my custard tarts did so well yesterday I thought to make another batch today, however those would have to be completed later, although it would be smart to get started on prepping the pastry. I tapped my pen over my hand, pondering my menu’s positioning when an abrupt, faint sound waded off my pondering, alerting me to its location. 

“What was that?” I uttered, slipping out of my kitchen and into the dining room. 

The room had been just as I left it— ivory blinds solemnly kept the sun at bay, only allowing a few rays to add an elusive glow to the vacant room. Winding through the tables and upturned chairs I came across a letter on the ground. My heart rattled in my chest as I reached to pick it up. Flipping around the nameless letter I found a small crest- oddly it's scent was sweet. Using a pointed butter’s knife, the utensil slid through the top of the letter, opening a slim gap where another, much smaller piece of paper that was hidden inside. 

Dearest _______, 

I hope that you arrived home safely. I enjoyed your company last night, even though it was…unexpected.

After speaking with you last night, I was curious about the foods that you talked about! It all sounded delicious. I couldn't stop thinking about it, especially the pie that you mentioned. 

I would very much like to see you again tonight. Follow the path that you used to get home and I’ll be there waiting for you.

Yours sincerely, 

The trickster.

Tags - @animupiglett

- 𝔸𝕝𝕝 𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕘𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 -

❀ 𝔸𝕟 𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕖 ⚘ ꕤ 𝕀𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 ⚘ ❁ 𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕟

[rk8connorzz]

“𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨” 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙧 𝙓 𝘼𝙁𝘼𝘽 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Warnings - 18+ smut!

Summary- Lately, the both of you have been feeling lonely. In one way other than another. After you both find out you feel the same, you decide to change that yearning.

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God. He missed it.

The feeling of burying himself deep inside of you. The tingling sensation after a long-awaited orgasm. No matter how much he stroked or touched himself. He couldn’t recreate the dizzying feeling. He even edged himself like you do, even for hours if he wanted to. The sound of his panting, mixed with the slap of his wet skin clapping together in a fast motion. Your name fell gloriously off of his glazed lips. He never touched himself. Only whenever he’s truly lonely and desperate, the feeling always made him feel so nervous.

No matter how many times he makes himself scream softly into his palm while he stroked himself through yet another orgasm, it was never the same. You weren’t there with him. He leaned over to check his phone. He didn’t realize it was put onto silent until he looked at multiple notifications from you.

‘Baby?’

‘Connor where are you?’

‘Are you alright?’

‘You up?’

Your last message was sent 10 minutes ago. He didn’t know if you we’re still even awake. He took his chances and began texting you back.

‘I am awake, yes. What do you need?’

One of his hands went from gripping his blanket to messing around teasing the head of his cock.

‘I just miss you, is that such a crime?’

Ah, your sarcasm. It was never something Connor disliked. He moved his hand faster, his breath became more staggered and shaky.

‘Of course not. I miss you too, darling.’

He wanted to tell you how he felt. How much his cock missed your company. How much he missed your company. Living in different places for him was something he didn’t like, definitely. Your next text was just heaven for his poor dick.

‘So much so I’m getting wet just thinking about you.’

His breath hitched, his hand picking up pace without any warning. He hissed through pressed teeth as his body tensed up. He finished stroking himself and he typed his next sentence as if it was urgent. In his mind, it was.

‘Glad the feelings mutual, hm?’

A little bit of time passed, you finally wrote your next message. One that made his cock jump.

‘I’ll be over in a little, baby. Don’t go anywhere.’

Dear god, finally.

The wait for you was unbearable. He tried his best to edge himself, leaving him practically shaking before you even arrived.

But god did he want it.

The build — the sudden burst through his body sending violent shivers across his pale body like surges of electricity coursing through his synthetic veins. He became addicted to the wave. How his hips bucked up into his aching hand — one last stroke on his throbbing cock before his hand are clasped tightly around his mouth preventing him from screaming in ecstasy. How his veins pumped with adrenaline. How dirty of me’ he thought. ‘How dirty of us.’

Three quick knocks, he shot up in excitement. He didn’t want to open the door with his cock springing in his steps, he quickly grabbed a robe from the bathroom and tied it around his figure. As he opened the wooden door slowly, he made direct eye contact with you. “Took you long enough.” He teased. You lifted one brow up and huffed a laugh. “You gonna let me in?” He moved to the side. The apartment was dim. He wasted no time. His body couldn’t handle it. As soon as the door was closed behind both of them, he walked behind you and put his hands on your hips. “Hm..?” You hummed. He moved his hand to your chin and moved up your face to meet his. Your lips interlocked together in a beautiful pattern. His nose rubbed against your cheek when he turned his head to the side. You went to gasp for air — he took the opportunity to plunge his tongue into your mouth. Your hands fled to the back of his head, messing up his already screwed up hair. The other rested on top of Connors hand — situated on the dip of your upper thigh. He pulled away, panting. His breath grazed onto your lips, which we’re plump and shiny from the dew of each-other’s mixed saliva.

Connor led you to his plainly decorated room. The smell was that of a candle. It smelt of fresh firewood around his house, and it did fit. The minimalist feel, the sleek decoration. Everything matched him. But something about the atmosphere made it so dirty. You gasped and mewled as his lip trailed down your neck. His hands traveled where his eyes couldn’t wander. Barely even inside of his room and your already pressed against a wall. His warm fingers drew lines on your torso. He bit harshly on your neck. “Haah~ C-connor~” you gasped. You began undoing the straps of the robe he had on. Your hands caressed every crevice, every edge, every curve. You began helping Connor take off your clothes. Your oversized sweater, and your baggy jeans. An outfit you quickly put on in an attempt to get out the door quick enough so you and Connor can spend the night together. Not a really well planned or sexy outfit. But he payed no mind. He was only focused on burying himself inside of you.

Connor’s hands moved gracefully across your newly bare chest. His hands slipped behind your back and unclipped your bra. Soon discarding it onto the carpet. His robe slid off his shoulders with ease, and soon it was down onto the floor along with all the rest of your clothing.

He moved his hands behind you. In one swift motion, your legs tugged behind his hips. He walked you over to his oversized king bed. You never knew why he needed such a big bed, but it always payed off. He put you down, your back firmly against the fabric of his fuzzy gray duvet. “P-please~” he moaned. “Let me touch you~” his voice was tender; smooth. Almost like he was attempting to hypnotize you with it.

And boy, it was working.

Your slim fingers grabbed his hand and led it in between your thighs. He began rubbing and touching them in many sweet ways. He was no stranger when it came to touching you. He knew what you liked, and tonight, you were getting a full course meal.

Two of his fingers pressed firmly upon your slit — one slid up while the other slid down. Both coming back up at the same pace in the same spot to meet once more before separating again. Your chest racked up and down, and he noticed every part of it. “Look at me.” He ordered. His eyes twinkled in the light of the firewood candle on the end table. You obliged and never dared to look away. Whenever you did, he grabbed ahold of your face and forced you to. Your back arched up off his bed and your hips bucked forwards like a jackhammer when his fingers pressured against the sensitive parts of your pussy. Your name fell from his lips like as if you were singing.

He moved down onto his knees and situated himself between your thighs. He kissed the insides, then darted his tongue out to plunge it into your clit. It started with passionate kisses to partial, teasing licks — soon he became more hungry. More eager to taste you more inside of his mouth. He wanted to hear you call out his name like a forbidden prayer. He yearned for the feeling of your pussy drenching his tongue. Your whimpers and whines only made them more needy. Your stomach tightened and the wave of your long waited orgasm came flowing over you, so much harsher than you expected it to be. Your hand flipped to your mouth, preventing you from screaming in pure bliss.

Connor licked up every last drop that came from you, the taste of it driving him mad. His tongue was originally used as apart of his forensic kit — good thing they made it so sensitive.

Without giving you much time to catch your breath, or even say anything, he stood to his full height and pulled your legs to the edge of the bed. “You want this, baby?” He asked, almost mockingly. “Please~ Give it to me, master.” The name drove him mad. Gave him a sense of power. He slid his cock down your clit a few times then pounded into you when you least expected it. He moved his hand to your stomach and felt his cock inside of your stomach. Full of pride, he began pumping into you. Your tits bounced to every beat he thrusted into you. Connor once again forced you to look at him. The eye contact making the air feel so much hotter. Sweat fell down your forehead, and your skin flushed a bright rose color. “H-ha-harder~!” You mewled. Connor grabbed ahold of your hips and fucked into you harder. The stimulation of your cock drove him insane. He groaned in every thrust. The sound of your wet skin clapping together echoed through the room.

“Mhm~! I-I’m gonna ngh~ cum!” He sung with a glorious tone. You granted him the permission he basically begged for. With only a few mere thrusts more into you, he bursted. Your walls being painted with a salty white liquid. It took a while for both of you to fully catch your breath. He moved a towel between your thighs as the cum oozed out. “You did so well, baby. I’m so proud of you.” He repeated. You didn’t know what to say, but you knew that you weren’t gonna be able to walk very well for a while.

[pizza-portal]

heyyy! Another request if it’s not a problem! You being either Zak’s daughter or Dan’s sis and being the biggest tease ever for lando, like constantly looking at him, touching him, brushing your hands against his body, bumping into him ‘accidentally’ until he finally gives in and let’s you seduce him👀

Idk i just need more lando content, and ive noticed not many people write smut which is awful😩

Tease

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Warnings: teasing, SUB!Lando, 🤠riding, unprotected sex (avoid the dread, cover your head)

Y/n Brown was off limits. She was nice to look at and even think about. But, if anyone touched her, they would feel guilty for laying their hands on Zak’s only daughter.

Lando couldn’t help himself though. The moment he met her, his hands got clammy and he stuttered over his words way too much. She took notice of it too. He was cute, no doubt. Shy and awkward around her. There was no possible way that y/n could think about Lando the way he thinks about her, right?

Until, it started getting hot at races. She would wear shorter skirts or denim shorts. Not to mention, the tank tops and crop tops that showed off her breasts and curves. Lando’s eyes were nowhere but her. He was in a trance every time he saw her, trying to not to let the blood flow to his central.

It didn’t help with the way she talked to him. She was sweet yet so seducing. She would lay her hand on his chest for a brief moment, and he swore his heart stopped. She would bite her bottom lip whenever he talked. She would mess with her hair or the clothes she was wearing. He was a complete mess around her. But, he couldn’t give in. Not with her being Zak’s daughter.

So, at the British Grand Prix, heat sizzled off of the floor and the sun squeezed sweat out of everyone. Everyone complained about the heat on the Silverstone track, but Lando didn’t care. All he cared was seeing her in a mini skirt and some graphic t-shirt. He had been feeling uncomfortable in the seat of his car due to the blood flowing nowhere but his middle. He was almost finished with practice and maybe he could go back to his motorbike and relieve himself with the thought of her in the mini skirt.

After getting out and grabbing his things, y/n stood beside him. “Hey Lando,” she smiled. Lando’s eyes grew wide while he quickly used his random t-shirt to cover his pants. He swallowed a lump in his throat, looking down at her.

“Hi- Hey. How are you doing? You doing alright?” His words became a big jumble that struggled to flow out smoothly. Y/n just hid her smile.

“I’m alright. Just a bit hot,” She responded. Her teeth ran over her bottom lip before she asked her next question. “Do you mind if I go back to your trailer with you? I kinda need to cool down.” Lando’s first response was yes. He wanted to be so close to her and to be wrapped around her finger like a ribbon. But, the logical and professional side of him said no. He shouldn’t be so close with his boss’ daughter.

“Please?” Y/n added.

“Yeah,” Lando blurred before he could think about anything else. She smiled.

“Do you need help with your things? I can carry your shirt-”

“No!” Lando was quick to cut her off. “I can carry it. I’m really good at carrying it. I, uh, I’ll carry my t-shirt… and stuff.” Y/n just smiled, enjoying the sexual nervousness she implanted into him.

Lando led her to his motorhome, trying his best to act as if it was as normal as possible. He let her in first, as a gentleman should, before following her. The air conditioner soothed their melting skin. Y/n sat in the couch, taking in the cooled air. Lando had shoved himself in the bathroom, changing out of his fireproofed and finding a good way to hide the excitement in his pants.

After adjusting his jeans, he started moving around his clothes for a shirt. He shoved his fireproofs around before looking around on the floor. He had tried to recall if he had brought a shirt with him… and there was absolutely no recollection. He cussed under his breath, preparing himself to walk out without a shirt. He made sure to still look relaxed while flexing his core and biceps. He opened the door, immediately walking towards his bag with his clothes.

Y/n’s eyes glazed over Lando’s upper body. He seemed so tense and she found it so sexy. She stood up, already knowing how to tease him. “Hey, you look like you need a massage,” she said sweetly. Lando held his breath. His hands shook while looking for a good shirt. He had probably passed three shirt by now, but his brain could focus on clothes. She touched his back lightly.

“You seem… hard,” she mentioned. Lando’s eyes widened while he quickly turned around. Had she noticed?

“No, no. I’m not hard. I, uh-” he tried to find some sort of excuse.

“Do you need a massage?” She smirked. Lando swallowed. Her hands lightly touched his abdomen before climbing up to his pecs and then his shoulders. “Yes or no, Lando?”

Lando had completely broke to the girl in front of him. His mind decided to forget her last name and her relation to his boss. All he could focus on was her. Lando dipped his head down, his lips immediately finding hers for a small kiss. It was quick, making sure not to scare her off. Y/n pulled his shoulders toward her while jumping to her tippy toes. Their lips attached to one another. Lando’s hands found her waist, gripping tight enough to turn his knuckles white.

Y/n moved her lips from his to kiss down his jaw and to his neck. “Fuck,” Lando whimpered while her tongue ran over his Adam’s apple. “No marks.” He reminded her. Y/n just sighed, kissing back up his neck and jaw to his lips. Her hands slid down to his pecs before pushing him to land on the couch. Each leg found their side around Lando’s hips.

As if becoming shy again, Lando sat with his arms awkwardly at his side. She grabbed his hands, placing them on her thighs. She leaning in, kissing him roughly again. “Should we be doing this?” He mumbled against her lips, as if remembering who she was.

“Do you want to do this?” She whispered. He nodded desperately while his hands voluntarily found her bum, gripping tightly onto her panties. She smiled to herself before standing up. Her hands reached beneath her skirt, slowly tugging down the last bit of cloth. Lando quickly followed, unzipping his dangerously tight pants and shoving them down his thighs. He removed his underwear next, setting his erection free. Y/n but her lip, kicking aside her own underwear and climbing back on top of him.

One hand got tangled into his hair while the other took his cock. She gently stroked his length, spreading the bit of precum on his tip. Lando hissed at the pleasure. “Please,” he whispered. She aligned him with herself before settling into it. Lando gripped her hips tightly, bring back the moan. Y/n moved herself back up, rolling her hips just enough.

It was game over for Lando. His head was thrown back while a moan escaped his lips. Y/n took the opportunity to bite his neck lightly. She continued her movements, getting faster and harder as time went. Lando’s fingertips dug into her waist, sure to leave bruises. “Fuck, y/n,” he whimpered, feeling the build up. Y/n bit back a moan while her nails dug into Lando’s shoulders. She leaned in, placing a small kiss to his lips. She tightened her walls around him and Lando couldn’t help but release. He groaned, holding her closer. Y/n slowed her pace, letting herself spill onto him. They stayed like that for a minute or two, catching their breaths and letting the ecstasy wash over them.

“I was waiting for you to give in,” she chuckled. Lando smiled, shaking his head.

“Don’t let your dad find out. He’ll kill me,”

a/n: aghhhh I loved this sm. Also may or may not have a Danny Ric fic in my drafts😮‍💨

[rocorambles]

Jealousy

Pairing: Atsumu x Reader (Main), Osamu x Reader (Side)

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, NSFW, Rape/Non-Con, Misuse of Duct Tape, Non-Con Bondage, Forced Breeding, Forced Impregnation, Delusional Mindset

Summary: Atsumu is determined to prove that he’s the better twin for you.    

The first time Atsumu meets you he doesn’t remember you so much as he gets stuck on the fact that Osamu is dating someone. Osamu is fucking dating someone and Atsumu is still here single and alone in his late twenties, not a girl anywhere even in sight. It makes him livid as he stares at the identical face gently smiling at you, affectionately holding your hand, looking so damn happy and content. 

What does he have that Atsumu doesn’t? A successful food chain? Cool. But is he a pro-athlete? A medal winning Olympic athlete? One of the best setters in the country? In the world? It’s infuriating to think about and as much as Atsumu loves volleyball, even he dreams of love, marriage, a family of his own late at night when he’s alone on a hotel bed, only Sakusa’s breathing from the other bed in the room keeping him company. 

And those thoughts consume him long after he bids farewell to Osamu and you and suddenly the MSBY Jackals are in an uproar as every team member takes turns being sexiled by their blond setter when they’re off at their away games, as Atsumu nonchalantly strolls into the locker rooms to prep for practice, back littered with scratch marks that Bokuto tries to shield from Hinata’s eyes when the orange haired athlete curiously asks when Atsumu got a cat. 

Girl after girl walks in and out of his bed, his life. Most never lasting more than a night, a few returning for a couple more rounds in the bedsheets, one even manages to interest him enough to grab a cup of coffee with. But it’s the same verdict every time. He’s good enough to fool around with and he’s great in bed, but Miya Atsumu is not husband material, not when he’s already married to volleyball. 

The rejection only fuels his inner turmoil and the green eyed monster inside of him grows and grows, festering and spreading throughout him the more he stops attempting his futile attempts and instead turns his energy to loitering around Osamu and you, inviting himself over for dinners after practice, trying his hand at helping you in the kitchen for brunch on the weekends, crashing in your guest bedroom to the point that Osamu and you gift him a spare key to your shared home. 

Neither of you think much of it, Osamu joking to you privately that this is just Atsumu being the needy emotional brother he really is while you’re just glad to be able to get to know Osamu’s family better. So none of you notice how brown eyes inquisitively trail after the both of you, watching how the two of you seamlessly work out both your hectic lives, never letting the long hours at your job or Osamu’s restaurant get in the way of your relationship, always directing a warm smile or gaze at the other despite how obviously exhausted or far away from a good mood you’re in. 

And Atsumu lets himself believe that this could be his as he hungrily stares at the way you gently caress his brother’s hand, the affection in your gaze as you tenderly kiss him on the lips, the playful wink you give his twin when you tell him you’re getting ready for bed. He lets himself dream that it’s him who you direct those loving gazes to as you cheerfully greet him in the morning, handing him a coffee made just the way he likes it, placing a plate full of delicious piping hot food in front of him. He lets his hand wander down his shorts at night, straining to hear every detail, every decibel of your moans as Osamu and you make love at night, closing his eyes and stroking his cock as he imagines it’s him who’s forcing those beautiful cries from your mouth. 

But it’s not all a picture perfect paradise and Atsumu carefully listens in, alerted by the raising voices he hears through the walls as more and more time passes by. He’d noticed the growing tension in the house, noticed how the two of you were less affectionate, almost awkwardly shuffling around each other when both of you were home from work these past few months. But he couldn’t think of what could have caused both of you to act so strangely, so suddenly, when everything had seemed so swell. 

Curiosity has him placing his ear on the wall and he winces when he hears you shout, anger and hurt in your voice that makes his heart clench painfully, asking when Osamu was going to propose, telling his brother how you’re sick of waiting, how you want to get married and have kids soon. Something shattering inside of him when your voice becomes small and hesitant. 

“I thought that’s what you wanted too, Osamu. Isn’t that why we decided to start living together?”

He expects his brother to leap at the opportunity, to reassure you, yes, absolutely yes, we can get married right away. He knows that if their positions were switched, that’s what he would be doing. But his jaw drops in disbelief, morphing into a scowl when Osamu pleads for you to calm down, to be patient. 

“I do want that. But just not right now.”

“If not now, when? We’re not getting any younger, Osamu.” 

“But my chain is in talks of expanding and there’s so much going on. I just don’t have time-”

There’s a heavy silence as Osamu is quick to snap his mouth shut and Atsumu knows he’s cursing himself for the slip of his tongue, already knows the next words that are going to come out of your mouth, words he himself is all too familiar with from his own past failed relationships. 

“You just don’t have time for us? Me?” 

“That’s not what I meant…”

But it’s too late and Atsumu flinches when he hears loud angry movement, Osamu’s voice imploring you to calm down and stop what you’re doing to no avail as you stomp out of the house, slamming the front door behind you as you make your way to a friend’s house to spend the night apart. 

No one speaks of that night after you return to the house the next day and the three of you continue as normal. Or at least as normal as you can be after an unresolved disagreement that your relationship ultimately hinges around continues ticking like a time bomb in everyone’s minds. And it finally counts down to zero when Osamu packs his bags and plants a cold chaste kiss on your lips before heading to the airport and making his way to seal the deal on the restaurant expansion that’s taken over his entire life. 

Maybe it’s Atsumu’s fault that the two of you are drunk out of your minds, sprawled out on the living room floor. Scratch that. It’s definitely Atsumu’s fault and he drunkenly smiles at how out of it you are, heart warming at the giddy genuine smile spread across your face, happiness in your eyes that he hasn’t seen ever since that argument Osamu and you had. And oh, he didn’t mean to say that out loud and he panics, quickly sobering up when your smile falls at his words, eyes glazed in reminiscence as you think of that night. 

Atsumu isn’t known for his patience, but he waits, not uttering a single word, not moving an inch as you open yourself up to him, telling him your hopes and dreams that so closely match his own of a loving relationship, marriage, family, sharing about the argument Osamu and you had (unknowing of the fact that Atsumu already knows far more than he should). But when you frustratedly laugh at yourself, asking him rhetorically if you’re just being silly and naive, if you’re just a grown woman trying to fulfill a little girl’s childish dream, you’re stunned by the fierce denial from the blonde athlete determinedly staring at you.

“No. You’re not being silly or naive. ‘Samu’s being the idiot. Any man would be lucky and proud to have you as his wife and to create a family with you.”

Those words resonate with you, linger in your mind, further branded into your memory by the sheer sincerity Atsumu drowned them in. And maybe that’s why you find it impossible to play house anymore, find it impossible to live a forced and fake lie when you’re not truly happy anymore. It’s hard, heartbreakingly so, to part ways with the silver haired man when he still holds a part of your heart, but it’s for the best. Why continue when neither of you are on the same page in the long run? Why waste more precious years when you can actively work towards your desired future with someone else who wants the same things as you? 

It’s logical. It makes sense. And yet when you meet up with Atsumu at his apartment for dinner one night to catch up a few months or so after the break up you’re still doubting your decision. 

You had been surprised the blond setter had been so adamant about keeping in touch even after his brother and you separated, but if you’re honest, he’s surprisingly sweet and caring, someone you consider a true friend. So as awkward as it might seem to outsiders, the two of you remain in close contact and you happily agree to his invite when both your busy schedules finally match up. 

But as much as you like Atsumu, the two of you really need to stop drinking so much when you see each other and you let out a cry of frustration when your eyes immediately tear up when Atsumu casually asks how you’re doing as both of you sprawl out on his couch, trying to wave away his worried face as he hovers far too close to you, telling him it’s just the alcohol making you more emotional than usual. 

And you still blame all the drinks he had generously kept refilling for you for the way you sob and cling onto him as he wraps you in a tight hug, telling him how you worry all the time about whether or not you made the right decision to break up with Osamu, whether or not you’re ever going to find someone else, ever going to get married, ever going to have that dream romance you’ve always wanted, ever going to have the happy full family you’ve always yearned for. 

It all comes out of you so easily. But everything with Atsumu has always come easy and you don’t think much of it, finding comfort in his solid presence as he continues to hold you, letting him readjust and find a comfortable position-

You scramble to separate from him when lips tenderly meet yours, limbs flailing as you shove the man away from you, eyes comically wide open as you stare agape at Atsumu. 

“What are you- We can’t- No no no. All of this is wrong. This would KILL Osamu-”

Something inside of Atsumu snaps when he hears his brother’s name from your lips. Even after all this time, you’re still thinking of him? You still care about him? When the better twin is right in front of your fucking face? 

He doesn’t even register he’s shouting those questions in your face, barely registering your terrified eyes as you try to shrink away from him. But your movement of pulling away from him snaps him back to reality and reflexes has his hand twisting in your hair, grabbing you by your roots, fury making him numb to the way you desperately claw at his grip as he drags you to his bedroom. 

You’re too focused on soothing your aching skull when he finally releases you by throwing you onto his bed and pitiful tears stream down your face as you gingerly hold your head, ignorant of how the athlete is rummaging through his closet. In hindsight you’ll wonder why you didn’t try to run while his back was turned, although you already know the answer. This is just Atsumu in one of his moods. He didn’t mean to hurt you. He’ll apologize in just a second. Those are the thoughts fleeting through your mind amidst the sore ache Atsumu has left behind. 

But a warning bell rings relentlessly inside of you as you finally look up when you sense him approaching you, a thick roll of silver duct tape in his hands. 

Had Atsumu always looked so...intimidating?

You try to fight back as you’re suddenly pinned to the bed by a muscular body, flailing and thrashing as calloused hands hold your arms above your hand, tightly wrapping your wrists together, looping extra lengths of the tape around the headboard, securely fastening your arms up and out of the way. But it’s useless, pathetic really, although Atsumu thinks there’s something adorable about how hard you’re trying, only to be easily batted away by his much stronger body as he tears off your clothes and bends your knees, taping your calves to your thighs, one side at a time until both your legs are bound. 

And then there’s silence and stillness other than your wriggling tied form as Atsumu sits back and admires the view of your naked body, reality so much more lucious and gorgeous than he had ever imagined. You struggle against your tight restraints, recoiling as brown eyes leer at you, ravenously devouring the sight of your heaving breasts, raking down your figure before finally landing on your bare pussy on full display as his hands spread your bound legs on either side of you, palms searing your inner thighs with their unwanted warmth as he holds you open. 

One day he won’t need the resilient tape to hold you down and keep you still. One day you’ll let him have you of your own free will. One day you’ll see that he was always the one for you. But he can’t help but feel that there’s something breathtaking about how vulnerable and pretty you are, laid out for him like a wrapped present, something filthily attractive about how striking the silver stripes are against your skin. 

One day he won’t need the resilient tape...but that doesn’t mean he'll stop using it. 

You shudder as he trails his fingers over the duct tape, grinning at you all the while. 

“Can’t have you moving too much if I’m going to breed you. You’ll make all my cum spill out of you.”

He tsks when you frantically struggle at his words, pathetic begs and pleads spilling from your lips as dread fills you from learning exactly what Atsumu has planned for you and suddenly you’re all too aware of just how exposed you are, how tight the front of his pants look as his erection presses against the fabric, how far too close he is to your most intimate part. And you sob as he leans on top of you, pressing his toned body against yours, something hard pressing against your bare pussy as he captures your lips in a kiss to silence you. 

“I thought you would be more thankful considering how you were practically in my arms begging me for kids not even a hour ago. And now I’m here ready to give you what you want and you’re making such a fuss.” 

He rolls his eyes, scoffing as you only sob even harder, body shaking and trembling, sniveling as you stare up at him with teary eyes, begging him to stop. 

“Oh shut up. What? Are you worried about the order of things? Worried I’ll just knock you up and leave you alone? Don’t be stupid. I’ll make sure to put a ring on your finger and marry you after this. Who cares about the order of things when the end result is the same.” 

Your mouth opens and shuts a few times, unsure where to even begin telling him just how wrong his reasoning is, unsure how to even process his words. Ring? Marry? What-

But thoughts fly out of your head when a hungry mouth suddenly descends on your breasts, harshly sucking a nipple between wet lips, fingers roughly twisting and pulling at your other nipple and you wail at the jolt of sudden stimulation, too focused on the tongue lapping at your nipples and lances of arousal swirling inside of you to notice how his free hand is shoving his pants and boxers down and off. 

You hate how quick you are to melt into the delirious pleasure, body craving for the touch of another, to be brought to new heights by another after being left to your own devices for the past few months and you can feel your pussy clench and throb, feeling so exposed and empty, practically begging to be stuffed full as slick begins to form between your legs. And as if Atsumu can hear your body’s silent cry for more, he begins to push the tip of his cock inside of you and your back arches, mouth instinctively opening as he takes his time, pressing past your tight opening, slipping further and further inside of you until he’s finally fully sheathed inside of you, letting your body adjust to him as he continues licking and sucking on your breasts, groaning as he feels your tight walls clamp around him with every move of his mouth. 

Atsumu is not known for his patience, but he tries his damn best to take it as slow as he bearably can for you, dragging his cock back and forth against your gummy walls, constantly adjusting the angle of his hips with every stroke until you’re crying out, and he smirks triumphantly, memorizing the exact position and angle that has you seeing stars as he continuously hits that spongy spot inside of you. And all it takes is for his hand to slide between the two of you and gently circle your clit as he continues his steady assault to have you breaking to pieces underneath him, garbled versions of his name escaping your mouth as your orgasm washes over you in heavy tall waves, his own release joining with yours as your pussy convulses and milks him of his sticky white liquid. 

As post-coital bliss disintegrates, shame and relief flood through you, shame for enjoying it, relief that this ordeal is finally over and you wait. Wait for him to remove the tape. Wait for him to pull out of you. Grimacing as he affectionately nuzzles you and litters your face with kisses. But you panic, pure fear flooding through you when you feel his cock twitching inside of you once more, growing inside of you again. 

“You didn’t think we were done, did you? Need to make sure I fill you with so much cum that your body has no choice but to get pregnant.”

And he stays true to his words, fucking you over and over again, sometimes hard and rough, sometimes passionate and sensual, sometimes soft and gentle, but always finishing inside of you, adding to the splattered pooling mess inside of you. You feel disgusting, the increasingly wet noises as he thrusts in and out of the sticky wet mess inside of you permeating throughout the room, stomach feeling so bloated with cum that you swear you must be pregnant already. 

Quiet, relieved sobs wrack your body when the weight on top of you finally lifts, when he finally pulls out of you and your body slumps down, all the tension leaving it, discomfort taking its place as you feel a torrent of liquid move to rush out of your overfilled cunt, the beginnings of it already starting to trickle out. But despite your aching dry throat, you manage to let out a strangled cry of disbelief when your hips are uncomfortably raised up, upper body almost folded in half as Atsumu keeps your glistening pussy upright, not allowing even a single drop more to escape. 

And in this new position you have no choice but to watch, anxiety coursing through you when he tears off another piece of duct tape, chest hyperventilating as he places it over your gaping hole, effectively sealing you shut and despite the fact that you thought you had no more tears left to shed, new salty teardrops slide down your cheeks at the debauched site of your own pussy being treated as nothing more than an object, a receptacle for his seed, his beaming smug face between your legs only adding to your humiliation as he smiles down at his handiwork. 

All you can do is mindlessly stare when he directs his smile at you, verbally praising himself for how smart he is for finding a way to keep his cum inside of you and making sure all his hard work doesn’t go to waste, mind and body feeling numb and broken as he finally lets your body lay fully back on the bed, slumping down next to you in exhaustion and cuddling your listless and still bound figure. 

“We can go pick out rings together tomorrow, okay? Maybe try a few more times for some runts after. You think the more I cum in you, the better the chance that you’ll have twins?”

You don’t know, but you have a sinking feeling that you’ll soon be finding out.

[0risha]

RECOGNITION

series m.list

PAIRING : sukuna x fem!reader

SUMMARY : when an exchange student comes to jujutsu tech, Itadori is set on finding out why the King of curses is so interested in you.

TAGS : fluff, the tiniest bit of angst, jjk anime spoilers, some curse words, reader is described as a black female

NOTES : i’ve read a couple of works where sukuna meets his reincarnated lover so I wanted to try it out too, hope you enjoy. was supposed to make progress with my wips but I was in a sukuna mood. (◕ᴗ◕✿)

Sukuna feels your presence before he sees you. It’s one of those cliché moments where time puts its hand up to signal a standstill. Yuuji can feel it too when you pass by, your long braids swishing with each step.

He’s sure that he’s never seen you before but his shared body buzzes in remembrance. All the while, his emotions are overtaken by the unbridled feeling of wanting. 

After that, Itadori never took it upon himself to ask Sukuna about the matter because the curse didn’t seem to want to.

Sukuna had become more and more suppressed, his usual pop-ups were a rare occurrence, even when Megumi was around. However, for the whole month you’d been at Jujutsu Tech, the King of curses had been intent on observing from his throne of woven carcasses, body hunched over to just watch.

You’re an exchange student, Itadori recalls Gojo’s past conversation about a new second-year that would be coming from the states. You’re strong — at first, Itadori couldn’t help but think that this revelation was the reason for Sukuna’s interest —your cursed energy being perfect sediment for close combat and dealing precise blows, all the same, Itadori could feel a grappling hook of something that seemed to be festering.

It’s dark and brooding and it stirs every time you come into contact with him. And Yuuji thinks he might go crazy because he wants to know your connection with Sukuna and it’s not like he can ask you because your aura screams — unapproachable.

His chance comes when all the first-years are assigned to a mission, you're there for extra measure. Gojo’s shaman instincts telling him that this mission was far too exceeding for him, Nobara, and Megumi.

Though just as Gojo predicted, it goes terribly wrong and Itadori keels over with an empty hollow where his heart should be.

His last thoughts are consumed with a screeching mantra of his late grandfather’s words. In the crevice of his flickering mind, they're big bold letters that drip with poisoned regret.

Before his vision goes black, the last thing he sees is a heart-broken Megumi and your face which is flooded with guilt.

When Itadori comes face to face with the King of curses, the stench of rotting death overpowering his senses, he mulls over the terms laid out by Sukuna to come back, alive.

To be reunited with his friends and become some type of savior —sukuna's words, not his— he'd give up the reigns of his body so Sukuna could talk to you whenever he chose.

For the exchange of his life, the rules weren’t bad, a part of him knows that this selfish override could cause problems for you in the future, but he still agrees.

When he wakes up to a pure white ceiling and the smell of bleach he doesn’t expect to see you towering over him. Moving up to a sitting position, his cheeks nearly bleed red because he’s naked. His eyes frantically flit over to Gojo who’s sitting in the corner of the room, watching the exchange. The white-haired sorcerer shrugs in a ridiculed manner —silently telling Itadori that it wasn’t his problem.

“You called me,” your voice filters through the bright room. His eyebrows crinkle in confusion. Sukuna must've did something.

When his eyes flit back to you, he’s met with your monotone expression, your cascade of braids framing your face. And for the third time in his life, he’s scared. 

Your cursed energy, which for your level should leave little to no residual, is flaring with onyx undertones. Its sharpened jaws nearing closer and closer to Itadori in a beckoning manner. He's not sure why it's visible in the first place.

Gojo stays silent.

Brat, let me out. Sukuna, for the first time in weeks, pops up with a wide mouth on the palm of his hand. Without a second thought, Itadori allows him. 

Whilst wading in his domain of subconsciousness, he watches the exchange. Your expression stays the same as you study Sukuna’s marked face. 

“So hostile,” Sukuna bares, his powerful aura sifting through the room. You roll your eyes and crack a smile. Seamlessly ignoring the other man in the room— who you know Sukuna has a grudge with. 

“Am I not supposed to be?” you cross your arms and ask. “Being friendly would get me in trouble.”

“You remember me?” The King of curses cuts straight to the point, the question being so unexpected that Gojo shuffles in his seat, his spine rigid with anticipation. 

You nod stiffly. "I didn’t at first, not fully at least, but after coming into contact a few times, yeah.”

“It’s a shame I don’t have control over this body,” Sukuna presses a palm to your cheek, no doubt a loving caress. His deep baritone voice causing your skin to erupt into a turnpike for goosebumps to situate. “Do you remember how we parted last?”

“A sorcerer killed me or something,” you scratch the back of your neck under his intense stare. “Right through here,” you confess, pointing to the middle of your sternum.

“And you’ve become one?” Sukuna quirks an eyebrow, shoulders stiff with anger. 

“I didn’t even know I knew you until a month ago, calm down,” you wave in dismissal. Itadori takes note in the way Sukuna visibly relaxes, your words washing him in a bucket of warmth. “Is that all? I’ve got a mission in thirty minutes.” 

“I’m coming with you.” Sukuna jumps off the steel table, his bare feet touching the cool ground. You turn your eyes away from the bottom half of his body, ears growing hot in embarrassment.

“Eh? Is that allowed?” You turn to Gojo who’s still analyzing the situation beforehand and he shrugs with complacency. “Don’t let anyone see him,” Gojo warns, his stare serious even under his blindfold. You're not exactly sure what Gojo's thinking but you grasp the opportunity.

When you leave the autopsy room with a naked Sukuna by your side, careful to avoid any areas where Sukuna’s aura might be felt, you make it to Itadori’s dorm.

“Here.” You throw him Yuuji’s formal uniform and a pair of brown boots you find in the corner of his room. “I’m not wearing this,” Sukuna interjects.

“Huh?” Your upper lip curls up in confusion. “Then you’re not coming with me.” You turn to leave but he catches your arm in a tight grip.

“Fine, since you’re so damn adamant.” He releases his grip on your arm to slip into Yuuji’s clothes, when he finishes he turns to you with a glare.

“Good boy,” you praise, patting his tattooed cheek.

Internally, Itadori’s too bewildered to tease the curse. In all of his time spent with Sukuna in his body, he’s never seen the King of curses voluntarily listen to somebody else’s demands. The murky water he stands in ripples as he sits to observe everything that’s transpiring. 

When you both reach the site you were assigned to, you sigh in annoyance. “What is it?” Sukuna asks, hands in pockets as he studies your face.

“I was hoping to have an easy day, they’re not dangerous or anything but there’s more than a dozen in there.” You point to the abandoned building, its steel beams bending with age.

“I’ll exorcise them for you.”  

This is going completely against this guy’s morals, Yuuji thinks. 

Your eyebrows fly to your forehead as you grow giddy with happiness. “Really?” You exclaim clambering up to wrap him in a hug.

“If you don’t let go, I won’t.” He grumbles, head in your neck while inhaling your sweet scent. 

“Okayyy,” you inhale, trailing off, Sukuna not too far behind. 

The exorcism is completed in fifteen seconds, tops. You stare in amazement at his lithe movements. His sharp fingers extinguishing cores with precise stabs— the same way he did his vessel. When he’s done he turns to you with an eyebrow raised, his hands wet with unspoken substance. You turn away with a humph. 

“Was it not fast enough?” He walks towards you, concern written all over his expression.

“It was too fast,” you proclaim.

“Huh?” 

“You’re a show-off,” you turn to exit the building, your braids whizzing past his face. You hear his roaring laughter behind you as you make it outside.

The smell of freshly churned earth enters your nostrils as you walk down a fenced sidewalk with bent daffodils. “Where are we going?”

“A ramen shop.” His gaze flicks over to study your face which is softened with what seems to be tranquility. His heart tides over with pride once he realizes that you feel content with him, a 1000-year-old curse.

However, he knows it’s the result of your memories that tie in with his; shared massacres and intertwined fates. Multiple restarts of what seemed to be a never-ending cycle of mingled hearts. But this time jump was different than the others. 

You being a sorcerer is not the only obstacle, at all.

“Sukuna? Hey– you’re spacing out.” You wave a hand in front of his face to grab his attention. 

“We’re here.” He looks up to see a small ramen shop, its logo old with age. As he enters the shop, he somehow finds contentment in being in a place that you like. 

—

“You know you’re probably attracting sorcerers and curses alike as we speak?” You inquire, grabbing your ramen bowl from the waiter who nervously glances at Sukuna. His tattooed face also attracting unwanted attention. 

“Mhm, I’ll just kill them if they interfere.” You whip your head to turn to the waiter who you’re relieved to see, had already left.

“I knew you’d say that,” you stuff your face with a handful of steaming noodles. 

“Sukuna?”

“Mhm?” 

“What’s gonna happen between us?” You flick your index finger back and forth. “It’s not like the other times, I’m a dedicated sorcerer.”

“So?” 

“You’re the King of curses, I’m a sorcerer.” You repeat, dropping your wooden chopsticks to place your head on your propped fist. 

“Already made a deal with the brat, I can talk to you whenever and wherever I want,” he pulls his face closer to yours. 

“Yeah? What happens when they execute Itadori?” You curl your hands into balled fists, an unfamiliar emotion welling up in your throat. Somehow, it doesn't fit. It crosses your veins in a parasitic manner and your eyes glaze over.

“I’ll just come back.” He states matter of factly, voice coated with arrogance.

“You promise?” You whisper, holding out your pinky finger. You nearly scoff at your own action.

Ignoring the finger you bare out, he presses his lips against yours. It’s the same as he can remember, centuries ago. His body elates with a hum of electricity. And it's as if his body's creating a second space of void in which he feels his every sense being sharpened; the smooth curve of your full lips and the salty taste of previous ramen.

But before the kiss can go any further, you're pulling back.

“That was uh…” You blink once, twice, trying desperately to collect your thoughts. When you look back to Sukuna, you instead are met with Itadori’s clear face.

“The hell are you doing, brat?” Sukuna bares his teeth on the right side of Itadori’s cheek. ”I- I’m sorry just got a little uh.. flustered.” 

“The fuck are you getting flustered for?” Sukuna growls. 

“I- uh..” 

“It’s okay Yuuji, you can switch again another time,” you sympathize with the boy. His cheeks are coated in red.

“It’s getting late, eat some ramen so we can go.” You chuckle. Itadori nods as his hand reaches towards a pair of chopsticks.

“Touch my ramen and I’ll kill you again, you damn brat.”

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[untaemedqueen]

Third Wheeling

CEO!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 29.

Warnings (Updating Still): Smut, Cheating, Unexpected Pregnancy, Unfaithful, Emotional Damage, Love

Warnings For This Chapter: Pre-Wedding Jitters, Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink, Fingering, Praise, Lactation Kink, Milk Drinking, Pregnancy Kink, Wife Kink, Glazed Donut!OC

A/N: Today’s chapter is late because I’ve been busy playing New Pokemon Snap... sry. Shout out to @xjoonchildx, @ladyartemesia and @ppersonna because I’d be lost without them.

There are undoubtedly many events in life that make a person nervous -- your first day of high school and college, your first kiss, your first sexual experience, and for some even your first phone call you give to your doctor when you're no longer under your parents protection. But no one -- not a single person, told you how nervous your wedding day is.

Maybe it's the amount of people that are attending. Two hundred is no small number.

Or maybe it's the fact that with your belly sticking out so far you can barely see your feet makes you feel like you'll be judged.

Whatever it is, the feeling fucking sucks.

You've seen so many movies where the woman who is getting married is all laughs and smiles, giving cheers to anyone and everyone because it's her wedding day. But now, you can officially say it's bullshit.

The best part is, it isn't even today, it's tomorrow and you still are frightened to the bone at the thought.

"-And I mean, yeah. Fine. We chose the taupe napkins but who the fuck is Aubrey to say anything, y'know? Like she knows her colors… Evil witch. I swear I don't know how she passed kindergarten!"

Leena's rant drifts through your ears like a soft breeze. You haven't been paying attention for a while, if you're being honest.

"Y/N? Are you listening to me?!" Leena gawks, grabbing her glass of champagne from Taehyung's hand.

Again, you're caught up in your own mind. You play every scenario of how tomorrow will be and they all seem to be terrible ideas.

What if you trip walking down the aisle?

What if your heel snaps on the way up?

What if your water breaks in front of two hundred people?

What if-

A small square of balsamic bruschetta appears in front of your face and your eyes narrow at the piece of bread.

You feel your soon-to-be husband's fingers pushing back some stray hairs behind your ear. "Food for thought?" he quips happily.

He has not had a frown on his face in what seems like forever. You adore it, you really do. But how can he not be nervous? Your heart is practically thrumming out of your chest.

"Open," he whispers.

Reluctantly, you open your mouth for the appetizer. When he leans in, you look back down at your lap.

"I can see your heart racing through the artery in your neck," he murmurs against your ear.

His hand squeezes your knee under the table reassuringly as he pulls away.

Yoongi wants to pry, he wants to ask you what's got you so in your own head but there are a few too many people here for that.

"Noona, you're an amazing cook." Jeongguk whines, grabbing another piece of steak off the platter.

"You're actually disgusting." Jimin breathes, wrinkling his nose at the youngest's third steak.

"I need my meat, that's how I win in the ring. Gets me all big and strong." Guk beams, cutting into the large t-bone.

"That's what she said!" Hoseok and Taehyung chirp at the same time.

You watch as they high five each other with child-like smiles plastered onto their faces.

"Are you tired? Do you want to call it a night?" your fiance inquires softly, turning his whole body towards you so the rest of the room can't hear him.

You would never want to take away from the festivities. It's just that your stupid anxiety is overwhelming. Looking over at your handsome partner, your fingers intertwine with his. He's quick to kiss the back of your hand, searching your eyes for some sort of hint as to why you're so down.

"No. I'm fine. I'm sorry." you reply, giving him a small smile.

His eyes narrow at your smile and he takes a sharp breath through his teeth in confusion.

"Al...right, if you say so." he says unsurely, running your intertwined hands over your belly.

"Y/N!" Leena whines from across the table and this time you give her your full attention.

You need to try and push this anxiousness elsewhere even for a little while. You will not be a horrible host.

"Yes Beena," you inquire, leaning your chin on your hand.

"Did you hear me? Did you hear what Kim Aubrey said about my wedding planning skills?!" she screeches.

You can only snort as all eyes around the table land on you. "I don't know why you indulge her. Isn't she the one that shit her pants in chemistry when she was fifteen?"

Yoongi laughs loudly, throwing his head back and placing his hand on his chest.

"Actually yeah, she sat two rows behind me!" Namjoon chimes in with wide eyes. His nose wrinkles at the sudden memory and you don't blame him as he pushes his plate away in a sudden state of queasiness.

"So I don't suck at wedding planning?" your best friend pouts across the long table to you.

"Absolutely not." you insist, winking at her.

"This wedding is going to be the biggest event of the entire year. Maybe even the biggest event of the next ten years." Anna, Jimin's wife cheers.

Oh.

Good.

Love that.

"Well, I think we just want people to have a good time. We aren't worried about what impact it will have." Yoongi says quickly, caressing his thumb over the back of your hand to calm you down.

He's not dumb. He's figured it out by now, but he'll still want to hear it from your lips later on.

"Yeah right. 'Min Yoongi and his artistically talented fiance WOW people with their show stopping matrimony' is gonna be on the cover of Dispatch in two days." Hoseok murmurs.

"Oh yeah? And you're gonna be the one giving them the hot scoop, then?" Namjoon jeers, pointing his index finger over the lip of his glass of brandy at the handsome man.

Hobi sneers in his direction and Yoongi can only respond with a chuckle.

"My fiance is pretty show stopping." the CEO surmises, leaning back in his chair.

"Please. I'm eating. Christ." Leena groans through a mouthful of pasta.

It is nice to have so many close friends around tonight though. You hope it can distract you long enough for the nervousness brewing and bubbling inside of you to subside.

When conversations begin to break up and become between smaller groups of people, you can feel his eyes on you like a heat source.

"Little dove?" Yoongi coos softly, rubbing your distended side.

You hum to him, turning to give him your full attention.

"Tomorrow is going to be beautiful and perfect." he promises, tilting your chin up with his index finger.

"No, I know. I'm just-"

"Worried." he finishes for you and he's not surprised to see your reluctant nod of agreement.

"I know. I'm nervous too." he admits, kissing your cheek.

"You've already gotten married before," you scoff, allowing his arm to curl around your shoulders.

"Actually I was black out drunk and can't remember a single thing because I was venomously angry with the dumb bitch that ruined my life before you." he replies with a wide smile.

"Oh. Good." you reply, rolling your eyes at his playfulness.

"So this is my first real wedding too. And even though I'm nervous, I'm excited. Because then when the wedding is over and we get to our honeymoon-"

"Uh uh." you gasp, smushing your finger to his lips.

He pouts against your finger, kissing it softly. "What?" he garbles against your digit.

"We have company." you whisper fiercely.

"Didn't stop you a few days ago when you sucked my cock beneath the desk upstairs while I was on a video meeting." he deadpans, pulling your hand away from his face.

"Yoongi!" you gasp, glancing over the table who hasn't heard a single thing.

You'd like to keep it that way.

"I can't wait to fuck your little pregnant cunt as you're Mrs. Min Yoongi." he beams, kissing your temple.

You can feel your cheeks flushing with embarrassment and you can only blame the man beside you for that one.

When you smack his chest out of shame, the noise echoes throughout the room, earning attention from all of the guests.

"Abuse is not nice, Y/N. Do you want to file a lawsuit, Yoongi?" Yoona quips, sticking her tongue out at you.

The CEO chuckles, squeezing your shoulder with glee. "No, she couldn't handle my lawyers." he bubbles.

"Oh yeah, you know you aren't supposed to sleep with each other tonight, right?" Leena inquires, moving her fork between the both of you.

The cackle Yoongi gives is loud and absurd, much like your best friend's comment. "I can't do anything to her she doesn't have proof of." he banters, pointing at your large belly.

Leena scoffs, pointing down at her plate. "Again. Eating. Gross." she enunciates, pouring herself another glass of expensive champagne.

Jimin's laugh rings throughout the dining room and Yoongi knows that he's the only person who could truly understand him in that moment.

"Why do people do that dumb tradition anyway?" Jeongguk asks, finally finishing his food.

"It actually comes from arranged marriages. When people didn't know who they were marrying." Yoona informs him.

"Fuck that luck shit. That's the saying, isn't it? 'It's bad luck to see the bride' or something like that." Hoseok breathes.

"I think I'm lucky," Yoongi, Namjoon and Jimin reply all at once.

Your best friend takes the opportunity to sneer at her boyfriend and you can't help but giggle at his hopeless expression. "You know I love you, baby." Taehyung coos, sliding his arm over her shoulders.

"Mhm." she drolls, rolling her eyes when both of you look at one another.

"What's for dessert?" Jeongguk asks pleasantly, tying his long black hair up into a ponytail.

"Are you serious? You're not full?" Namjoon gawks at the boxer.

"I was saving room for dessert!" he beams, looking over at you expectantly.

Jeongguk is sweet, sweeter than most younger men you've ever met. He feels something akin to a little brother to you at this point and it's wonderful to see that even if you're rich you can still have manners.

"I made just a simple cobbler, since the wedding cake tomorrow is going to be super heavy and rich." you announce.

Yoongi shoves his chair back, holding out his hand to help you up like the gentleman he is.

He watches you carefully sprinkle powdered sugar atop the dessert with warm eyes.

You don't know how difficult it's going to be walking up that aisle tomorrow, but you do know that your ankles are going to be on fire. They already are.

He picks up the ceramic dish for you, nodding to the chair for you to sit back down and your heart warms for what feels like the billionth time today.

He's such a special person.

"Yoongi is really cool these days, huh?" Jimin jeers, elbowing your fiance when he steps between him and Jeongguk to place the dessert onto the table.

"I've always been cool," he counters, nudging the younger man back

"Well…" Jeongguk and Taehyung droll at the same time.

"Whatever," the CEO breathes, rolling his eyes.

Your giggle seems to light up the room as well as Yoongi's heart. Slamming down in his chair beside you, he can't help the glee that courses through him.

He can't wait for tomorrow.

Climbing into bed, you let the mattress mold to your body and it feels like heaven to be finally laying down, your body certainly thanks you for it.

Yoongi leans against the wall, watching as you sigh happily. "I can just come to bed y'know? I don't need to stay up and hang out." he offers, padding towards you.

"No, that wouldn't be fair. It's your bachelor party. You should be able to play poker and drink." you reply, cupping your stomach.

His eyes drift over you and you can see how soft his expression is in the dim lighting. "You got out of your bachelorette party," he adds, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I have a reason. I'm pregnant." you deadpan, lifting your head to look at him.

"With my baby," he coos, stretching up the bed to lay down beside you.

"Don't get comfy." you warn him, running your fingers over his clothed chest.

"I'm not, I'll just stay until you fall asleep." he promises, kissing your forehead.

His hand drifts over your stomach and the tiny kick he feels makes his heart beat faster. "Hey, kid. How you doin' in there?" he whispers, running his thumb over the spot his son just hit.

You hum gently, letting your eyes flutter closed.

"I'm so tired but I'm so nervous." you announce in the quiet room.

Your fiance looks away from your belly to look over at you. "It's okay to be nervous, but don't let it supersede your happiness for tomorrow either."

You nod gently, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I just have so many scenarios going through my head."

"And none of them are nice, I'm sure." he replies, booping your nose with his index finger.

Scoffing in agreement, you bury your face into his sweet smelling neck.

"I can make you cum, it might make you sleepy," he offers.

"I can't return the favor though, I'm too tired. It'll be unfair," you whine.

When he clicks his teeth, you only hold him tighter to your body.

"I don't need you to 'return the favor' when you love someone as much as I love you, you'd do anything to see them comfortable." he replies, kissing the top of your head.

"They're waiting for you downstairs." you remind him.

"Let them wait. You come first," he breathes, running the tips of his fingers over your soft inner thighs.

You whine in disagreement but your body betrays you naturally. Your legs spread wider and your breath hitches, your lips softly suckle on the thin skin of his neck waiting patiently for what he will do next.

"Your skin is so soft," he whispers, tugging the seat of your panties to the side.

He pulls away from you just far enough to be able to see how well he pleases you and he's already aroused at the sight.

Your eyes are low with lust, bottom lip clamped between your teeth. Your nipples are stiff peaks, straining against the grey silk nightgown you adorn. He can see the grey fabric becoming darker with each passing second as you bead milk.

"God," he groans, parting your lower lips.

"Tomorrow when we fly to Japan, I'm gonna fuck you in every way you could possibly think of." he promises, running his middle finger through your arousal.

"H-How?" you inquire curiously, gasping when he taps the pad of his finger to your clit.

His lips part and his teeth clamp down on one of the cups of your nightgown before pulling down harshly.

You whimper at the chilly air that glides over your now exposed skin.

He lays soft, hot opened mouthed kisses to your nipple, watching your eyebrows furrow in pleasure.

"How am I going to fuck you?" he prods.

You nod fervently, capturing your index finger between your teeth.

"Well," he begins, drawing smooth, slow circles to your swelling clit, "I'll start on the red eye. I'll take you back to the bedroom and take off that pretty wedding dress you'll be wearing just for me."

"Daddy," you whimper, spreading your legs wider for more.

He hums in agreement, pulling off your underwear to free you completely before him.

"I'm gonna make sure the whole crew of my plane knows you're getting fucked by your husband. Gonna have you screaming my name while I fuck your tight little pussy with my thick cock." he avows, kissing over your shoulder.

His words send shivers up your spine and your toes curl with excitement.

"Fuck," you whimper, grinding your hips down onto his hand.

"Gonna hold your big belly in my hands while I fuck you from behind. Let your milk drip all over the sheets of the bed on the plane. You're gonna beg me to go harder, to fill your dirty pregnant cunt full of my cum. I'm gonna make you feel so good, you aren't even going to care that everyone can hear you calling me daddy."

Shoving two fingers inside of you, he skillfully taps the soft patch of nerves within you and your brain is already firing on all cylinders to cum for him. His thumb begins to press harder circles into your clit and when you cup your belly, his eyes roll back at the sight.

"Gonna get you to the secluded hotel and fuck you out on the balcony, in the bath tub, on the bed, anywhere I can get my hands on you. Because I need you wrapped around me. Always." he murmurs into your ear.

"Shit!" you cry out, letting your head loll back to the pillow.

"Good girl, little dove." he praises, unbuttoning his pants for relief.

The head of his cock peeks out from the lip of his briefs and you whimper at the pearl of precum that beads at the tip.

"You're so beautiful," he breathes, kissing from your collarbone to your pert nipple.

When he suckles softly, your hips lift at the erotocism. He moans at the taste of your milk and his hand ghosts over his hard cock.

"Daddy," you cry out, starting to shake from the overwhelming pleasure.

Sitting up on his knees, he shoves his pants down further. He parts your legs wider and he doesn't seem to care that all of his friends are waiting patiently for him downstairs.

His cock ruts between your folds and you're ever so close to cumming with every swipe the head of his cock brushes against your clit.

"So warm," he murmurs, purchasing his bottom lip between his teeth.

Your moans begin to get louder and he knows you're so close to releasing your pleasure.

"That's it baby, you're so close." Yoongi notices, running his hands over your stomach.

"O-Oh my God!" you cry out, grabbing his hands over your belly.

"I know, little dove. Feels good, huh?" he coos.

You're so obscenely wet, that even without him being inside you he's finding himself close to his own end.

It's just you in general, you overstimulate him in ways he can barely understand.

"Daddy, I'm gonna cum." you bleat, gripping his hands harder.

"Cum for me, little dove. I want to see your pretty face when you cum for me." he begs, rutting his hips harder against your core.

You do as told, cumming for him with white spotted eyes and loud sobs of pleasure.

"Good girl," he praises, pulling away from your weeping pussy.

He fists his cock in hand, dragging the swollen, leaking tip over your belly. "Such a pretty woman I have beneath me. Fuck," he curses, jerking his hand faster.

Even as tiredness begins to shroud you, you want him to orgasm too. "Daddy, cum all over my belly. Want to feel your warm cum."

He takes a sharp breath between his teeth, his eyes snapping to yours.

When you palm your breasts, his eyes immediately falter to them. You pinch your nipples purposefully, earning droplets of milk that stream slowly over your digits.

"Oh fuck!" he gasps loudly, pushing his hair out of his eyes.

"Want your cum so badly," you whimper, looking up at him with doe-like eyes.

"Yeah? You want me to cum all over your belly?" he prods, feeling his balls tightening.

You nod fervently, leaving your breasts to rub circles to your distended skin.

"Fuck!" he curses, squeezing his eyes shut as his orgasm courses through him. His cock throbs and stutters in his hand and you hum with satisfaction when you feel his warm cum land on your belly.

"God, you're too sexy for your own good." the father of your child jeers, sitting back on the heels of his feet.

You find yourself giving a tired giggle and your eyelids slowly begin to shield your eyes from view.

"Good girl." he whispers softly, hopping off the bed to clean your stomach.

When he comes back with a wet towel, he can see that you're already fast asleep. He's happy knowing that you'll be able to sleep even if it's only for a few hours.

He can understand your worries and your fears but he wants you to be able to enjoy your wedding too.

Kissing your forehead as he cleans your belly, he sighs softly. "My wife," he breathes, closing his eyes.

"I'll be back later, my love." he promises, tossing the rag back into the bathroom.

Yoongi covers your naked body with the comforter and his heart is thudding in the recesses of his chest with joy.

Just a few more hours and you'll be legally his.

"Remind me why we're playing poker the night before your wedding instead of going out?" Taehyung asks, throwing chips into the center of the green felted table.

"Because there's no pregnant strippers around these parts," Jimin jeers, picking up his beer.

Yoongi sneers at the younger man beside him, elbowing him almost out of embarrassment.

"What? If I could go see a pregnant strip show, believe me, I would."

"We know." everyone replies, rolling their eyes.

"Last time you had a bachelor party, man, that shit was fun." the hotel CEO recalls.

"You had fun." Yoongi reminds him, ashing his cigar.

"Also, aren't you completely smitten with Leena anyway? You want her to have your baby." Namjoon prods, placing his cards down on the table.

Taehyung smirks at his comment, leaning back into his chair and slinging his arm over the lip. "Oh, I'm very happy. She's everything I could possibly want." he affirms, smiling to himself.

"Then why do you want to go to a strip club?" Hoseok adds, throwing chips onto the table.

"Because I like tits. Jesus Christ, just crucify me why don't you!" Tae replies appalled.

Yoongi snorts loudly, clamping his teeth down on his cigar.

He wonders if you're okay, if you've woken up in the past few hours due to his son being so active.

His fingers flex uncomfortably and he's still surprised how much his life has changed in such a small amount of time. He's gone from being a violent, sadistic, narcissistic asshole to being a needy, loving and adoring man. And that's all thanks to you.

You've completely changed the pattern of his DNA and he could never appreciate you as much as you deserve.

"You excited for tomorrow, hyung?" Guk's voice pulls him from his thoughts and he smirks at the younger man.

"Very excited but very nervous." he admits to his group of friends.

"I remember the night of his other wedding. He was so fucking drunk he could barely stand up on his own." Jimin recalls with a laugh.

"I had to hold him up with my shoulder from behind so he didn’t fall backwards." Namjoon adds with a sharp laugh.

Yoongi smirks to himself, looking down at his pocket which holds his wallet. "Well, I'm just glad we don't have to have a repeat of that horrible day again."

"You got lucky dude, not many people find their soulmate when they were an asshole like you were." Hoseok says, pointing at the Kisung CEO.

His sneer is terrifying but probably only to himself as the other men laugh at Hobi's words.

"Y/N completely made him do a 180." Joon concurs.

"I like Y/N noona a lot. She fits in well and she's always optimistic and sweet. We needed someone like her in our lives." Guk beams and your soon-to-be husband seems to glow in their praise.

He loves hearing his friends talk so highly of you. He loves knowing that you're loved for being yourself, especially because you don't know it very often.

He can remember when he first met you, in the back of Seokjin's club. You were sweet and kind but a smart ass and cheeky at the same time. You intrigued him on so many levels and he can remember how badly he wanted to destroy you. But he never would have expected to fall in love with you as earnestly as he has.

And he wouldn't change it for anything in the universe.

"Leena has been putting in so much work for this wedding, you would think it's hers." Taehyung laughs, pulling Yoongi out of his reverie.

"And when are you getting married to her then?" the Kisung CEO inquires, ashing his cigar.

The question seems to stupify the handsome hotel owner, he stutters and shifts awkwardly in his seat trying to reply to the sudden question.

"Jesus, you broke him!" Jimin laughs, clapping his best friend on the back.

Taehyung's cheeks burn bright red and his hand immediately cups the back of his neck out of embarrassment. "I mean I bought a ring. I just haven't thought of anything romantic to y'know… ask her."

Beer goes flying out of Jimin's mouth and the sneer Yoongi gives makes him want to die on the spot.

"Jimin. You're paying for the new felt, you fucking animal." Yoongi gripes, watching Namjoon and Hoseok heartily laugh at the younger man.

"That'll be great! Leena noona is really nice!" Jeongguk cheers, hugging Taehyung happily.

"Thanks…" Tae breathes embarrassed.

Yoongi winks at him and he isn't surprised in the slightest, he knows just how smitten the man is with your best friend.

"Yoongi?"

The voice is gentle and tired.  In an instant he's burning out his cigar and waving the smoke away.

"Yeah, baby?" he calls to you, disregarding the others in the library.

"Just checking to see if you were all still here," you murmur, stepping into the library doorway.

You're beautiful in the dim glow of the library's lights and the smile that spreads over his face is heart shatteringly perfect.

"Still here." he beams, padding over to you.

"Okay." you bleat, rubbing your sleep hooded eyes.

"What're you doing up, my dove? You must be so tired." he inquires, pushing hair back behind your ear.

"I'm thirsty. Wanted water." you chirp, pressing your forehead into his chest.

"Okay. Get your water and I'll be up in a few minutes. Alright?" he promises, tipping your chin up with his index finger.

You hum in agreement, starting to yawn.

He chuckles at your sleepy state, kissing your forehead. He pats your backside for good measure before turning to his friends that are seated around the poker table.

"I think it's time to get some rest before the big day tomorrow."

The guys hum in agreement, tossing down their cards and standing up.

"Tomorrow's gonna be great, man. I'm really happy for you." Joon whispers, patting his shoulder as he heads out first.

Yoongi can only agree with a wide smile.

Tomorrow is the start to the rest of his life. And it's perfect, just like you.

Next Chapter ----->

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[theladyofdeath]

Elorcan 1st time?

PART II of drabble prompt: "Playing 2 truths and a lie while tipsy for Elorcan please", which you can read here :)

This is obviously nsfw. Caution: dirty love making. “Cock” is used, along with other sexual words of vulgarity. Anyway. Enjoy. 

Written with @snelbz

Lorcan waited for Elide to come back, but she never did. Yeah, he was a little tipsy - okay, he was straddling the border of being completely drunk - but he had meant what he had said.

I am completely in love with you.

Should that have been how he told her? No. Probably not, and he knew it as soon as the words had left his mouth, but he couldn't help it. Ten years, holding in such overwhelming feelings and emotions...they eventually just had to fall out.

He was surprised he'd held it in for so long.

Now, he almost wished he'd held it in longer.

He wasn't drunk enough to not have seen the panic in her eyes as she stood and walked away, back toward her bedroom. Which is where she had been for the last twenty minutes.

Lorcan remained lying in the beanbag in the corner of the living room, watching everyone else dance and have a good time while he drank and drank and drank.

Until eventually he couldn't take it any longer.

He pushed himself up, and caught his balance, and made his way down the hall. Elide's door was shut, which he expected, but he hadn't expected it to be locked when he tried the knob.

With a sigh, he knocked. "Elide."

Nothing.

He knocked again, harder, and consistently, until it was cracked open. "Will you stop before my door breaks in half? Gods."

Lorcan rolled his eyes and pushed his way into Elide's room, not bothering to wait for permission. He had been in Elide's room a million times, and it had looked the exact same as it had every time. Nothing had changed.

Except for the lingering discomfort in the air.

Elide didn't look at him as she shut her door behind them, shutting out the noise of the party raging outside. When it was just the two of them, standing alone in the silence, Lorcan cleared his throat.

"Care to tell me what the hell that was about?" he asked.

When she swung around, he instantly knew she was pissed. "What the hell that was about? Lorcan! You just told me that you...." She shook her head, her face falling into her hands. "Seriously?"

"That I'm in love with you?" he asked, and took in the sight before him. She wouldn't even meet his eye, and it was clear that she'd come into her room to quickly make an escape from him, to get away from him. There was no emergency of any kind, nothing else that had stolen her away. It was him. He'd told her how he felt, and it had scared her away. So, he scratched the back of his neck and said, "No, I only said that because I was drunk. I thought it would be funny, and it obviously wasn't, so...I'm sorry."

She met his eyes then, and he couldn't quite pin the emotion in her eye. Was it relief? Or disappointment?

Elide swallowed as she nodded. "Well...that's good, because I was sitting here thinking about how I could never bear to lose you. You're my best friend, Lor, and if...you did have feelings for me, that could really complicate things. So."

"Yeah," Lorcan agreed, a little too quickly. "So, I'll leave you alone in here and go back out there and get a drink and feel like an asshole."

Elide chuckled, quietly. "Yeah, alright. Pour me one too while you're out there."

Lorcan nodded and walked past her, back toward her door, but when his hand touched the cool metal knob, he froze.

Then he slowly turned around and met Elide's gaze. "You know what? I'm not sorry." Elide opened her mouth, but Lorcan cut her off. "It wasn't a joke, I was deadass serious. El, I'm in love with you, and I have been...for years. If you don't feel the same way, that's fine, but I finally spoke my truth and I'm not going to pretend like it was some douchey prank. I love you. You're incredible, and if this ruins our friendship, then that's something I'll never forgive myself for, because your friendship is the most important thing in the world to me, but...I love you. I do. And I would be a fucking idiot to act like I don't."

The words rushed out of him so quickly he wasn't even sure if they were comprehensible. Elide didn't say a word. In fact, he wasn't even certain she was breathing, she just stared at him with those big, dark eyes.

Lorcan turned back around and threw open the door when it became clear that there would be no response, but the second he crossed the threshold, she was calling his name.

"Lor, wait."

He did.

He didn't want to, didn't want to get shot down by the person who had saved him in every possible way throughout the last decade, but he was weak when it came to her demands.

"Look at me," she pleaded.

He did that, too.

He turned, and met her eye. She was closer now, only a few feet away from where he stood, halfway in the hall.

"You think I don't feel the same?" she asked, quietly.

He blinked. "You just said-."

"I haven't told you how I felt because you're the most important person to me, too," she whispered, taking another step toward him. "If we...acted on this, and it ended badly, and I didn't have you in my life anymore..." She shook her head. "Lor, I couldn't handle that. I would rather have you as my friend than not at all."

He stared at her. It was the last thing he expected her to say after what she had said before. Now she was there, looking at him completely raw, telling him that she felt the same way.

Lorcan stepped back into the room and shut the door behind him. "You know what your problem is?"

She rolled her eyes. "Seriously? That's what you're going to lead with in this moment?"

"Your problem is," Lorcan went on, ignoring her question completely, "that you think too damn much."

She opened her mouth to speak, surely to protest, but Lorcan had closed the distance between them in one long stride, took her up into his arms, and kissed her, slowly.

Elide immediately melted into that kiss, her arms going around his neck as her feet were swept off the ground. As her legs wrapped around his waist, Lorcan turned and had her back pressed up against her bedroom door. Holding her up with his hips, he cupped her face, and when they finally broke apart, his hands remained on her cheeks, his forehead having fallen against hers as they both struggled to calm their breathing.

Their eyes met, and neither of them said a word as their lips touched again. The kiss was slow, sensual, full of endless longing.

Lorcan had spent long hours wondering how well Elide kissed, but his imagination hadn't even come close to the reality of the feeling of his mouth on hers.

Her tongue swept between his lips and brushed along his teeth. His hands fell from her face and down her body until he had the hem of her tank top in his fingers, and he was pulling it over her head. His eyes trailed down her body, and Elide took the opportunity to unhook the clasp of her bra and drop it to her carpet.

Gently, Lorcan cradled her full breast in the palm of his hand and brushed his thumb over her nipple as her chest rose and fell in quick, rapid motions.

"Now you."

Lorcan's eyes snapped to hers, and she gestured to his shirt. After setting her down on the floor, he pulled his tee over his head, and her fingers were instantly against his skin. She traced the lines of his muscles, and Lorcan didn't dare move. He stood perfectly still, perfectly quiet, while her fingers roamed his body. They trailed from his abdomen, up to his chest, then down his side, and the edge of the v that disappeared beneath his jeans.

She stopped at the band of his boxer-briefs that were peeking out above his jeans, and she looked up, her eyes meeting his, and she popped open his button, and slid his zipper down.

Lorcan still didn't move, was terrified to. Apparently, keeping still had it's advantages and he wasn't about to curse the situation.

He’d made the right decision, too, he’d decided, and Elide inched down Lorcan’s jeans until they were in a pile on the floor beside them. She palmed the hardened bulge in his boxer-briefs, and a soft groan left Lorcan’s lips.

The sound made Elide grin from pure satisfaction.

That grin only disappeared when she pulled those boxer-briefs down, and Lorcan’s cock sprung free, making Elide’s eyes widen and her mouth run dry. For a second, she didn’t move, and for Lorcan, that alone was agonizing.

Then, without a word, she dropped to her knees and met his gaze through her long, dark lashes as she slowly licked the tip. 

Lorcan cursed, the sight nearly making him combust. He brushed the hair out of her face so that he wouldn’t miss a damned second of what was about to take place, before letting his hands fall back to his sides.

Elide’s hands had other plans. They wrapped around his cock and began working the base as her mouth took him in. It was slow at first, then with each pass Elide took him in a little deeper, a little further, a little faster. He watched her head bob, watched as this woman he was so madly in love with sucked him dry. 

He forced his eyes not to shut, forced his head not to fall back, forced his hands to remain at his sides. It was an all new kind of torture, one he couldn’t endure as one hand, at last, came to rest on the back of Elide’s head, his fingers weaving through her hair with enough force to make Elide moan, softly, against his sensitive skin. 

That moan reverberated through his entire body, from his cock to his chest where a growl pulled from him. Elide’s slim hand tightened, working him harder, quicker, and it was something straight out a wet dream he’d had a million times.

He just never imagined it was something he’d experience in his waking moments.

She looked up at him, and he was frozen, chest heaving as he stared down into those big, dark eyes. Eyes that were as glazed with lust as they were the alcohol that flowed through both of their veins. But there was something else in them, something he hadn’t seen in a gaze in a long time.

Care and longing and…love.

She could tell him that she loved him until she was blue in the face, but there was no denying that those eyes were full of love as she looked up at him. It nearly brought him to his knees with her. 

That realization only brought him to his release quicker, and Elide’s head fell back as he came onto her breasts, her hands continuing to work him until there was nothing left. 

Lorcan’s hand remained on the back of her head, if only for balance as he swore, and closed his eyes. By the time he opened them again, Elide was rising and crossing her room for a towel that hung on a hook by her door, which she used to wipe his cum off her skin. 

Lorcan watched the entire thing attentively, and when she turned back around and met his stare with a sly smile, he asked, his voice low, “Why the hell aren’t you naked?”

It was unfair, really, to be completely nude while her jeans remained. Elide didn’t argue, and in answer, she slowly shimmied out of her jeans until she stood before him in a lacy, black thong.

Lorcan’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, and he had only taken one step toward her when she slipped that thong off, too. When she rose again, there was nothing hiding her beautiful body.

The next thing he did was something he swore he had absolutely no control of. He picked her up and threw her back onto the bed, before crawling up after her, his body covering hers. It was rough and primal and something he’d imagined doing but never thought he’d actually get to do. His lips wrapped around one of her nipples and she moaned as her hand dove into her hair.

Her legs were already parted to make room for his body, so he had easy access to slide a knuckle between her folds, surprised to find her already warm and wet for him. He pulled back to tease her, to say something that would no doubt cause the blush on her cheeks to deepen, but he was interrupted by a knocking on her door.

“Elide?” Aelin called, over the music still playing in the living room. “You okay in there? I haven’t seen in you in a while.”

Lorcan was about to holler back but Elide’s hand covered his mouth.

“I’m okay,” she replied. “Just wasn’t feeling great. Decided to lay down.”

The knob shook as she tried to open it and both Elide and Lorcan were extremely grateful Lorcan had thought to lock it when he’d closed it before.

There was a pause on the other end. “Okay, well, can I get you anything?”

“No, go have fun!” she called, and Lorcan snorted into the hand that was still covering his mouth. 

“Alright,” Aelin muttered, as she walked away.

They both remained still for a moment on the bed before Elide’s hand fell away and Lorcan slowly shook his head. “You didn’t want her to hear me pleasuring you?” he asked, a long finger slowly slipping up inside of her.

Elide’s lashes batted against her porcelain skin. “If you pleasure me as well as I think you will, the whole damn party just might hear.”

A soft growl escaped him as Lorcan leaned down to kiss her. The kiss was short, sweet, and then his mouth trailed across her cheek, and along her jaw, and down her neck where he stopped to suck that sensitive spot, just at its base. Then his lips fell to her breasts, once more, and he took her nipple between his lips, tugging on it with his teeth.

Elide hissed, her hands diving into his hair. Lorcan gave her breasts the attention they deserved before moving on, his lips trailing down her abdomen, and when he spread her legs open as wide as they could go, Elide’s eyes shut in preparation for the bliss that was about to occur. 

Lorcan leaned back to observe her sex, and took his time before sliding his tongue slowly between her folds. 

Elide muttered a curse that had Lorcan’s hands tightening around her ass. 

True to her words, the moan that Lorcan’s tongue wrung from Elide was far from quiet. If Aelin had still been on the other side of the door, she would have immediately known Elide had been lying, would have put two and two together when she noticed Lorcan’s absence as well, and would be banging on Elide’s door, demanding to know what the hell she thought she was doing.

Elide couldn’t find it within herself to care. Not as Lorcan’s lips wrapped around her clit and sucked gently. Something that sounded like his name tumbled from her lips, but she was far past coherent thoughts as she gripped her breast with one hand and Lorcan’s hair with the other.

That grip fueled Lorcan more and he sucked a little bit faster, a little bit harder, his tongue going wild as he feasted. Those moans from Elide grew louder, and the fact that she wasn’t a quiet lover had Lorcan feeling even more excited. She was wild, and she knew exactly what she liked - Lorcan admired that.

Elide’s back arched and her knees around Lorcan’s head tightened around him. She gasped between those moans, those delicate fingers woven into his hair gripping the strands to the point of pain. A delightful, wonderful, exhilarating pain. 

“I can’t,” she breathed, followed by a lovely string of curses. “I’m going to- Lorcan-.”

She came, and Lorcan held onto her ass, his tongue continuing to circle her clit as she did so. He didn’t lean back and look up until she was finished, and her body collapsed onto her blankets. And when he did, he climbed up her body, took her face into his hands, and kissed her. His chin was wet from her, but he didn’t care, and she didn’t seem to, either, as he sank down on top of her, hiking up one of her legs around his ass. 

“I want you,” he muttered, into her lips, as if it wasn’t obvious enough by now. “Gods, I want you.”

She kissed him again, roughly, her tongue exploring his mouth, tasting herself on him, and breathed, “Then take me.”

There was no hesitation after that, no lingering touches or kisses. Not as Lorcan reached between them, lining himself up with her entrance and sank into her warm wetness.

It wasn’t rough, he didn’t want to hurt her, but by no means was it gentle. He filled her with one, long stroke, while she gasped and clung to his back. Her nails sank into the muscles she’d lusted after for so long, his name falling from her lips with a string of curses behind it. He echoed the sentiment as he pulled back and pushed back into her, setting a strong, relentless pace.

Her eyes kept trying to flutter closed, barely able to endure the sensation of having him so deep inside of her, but she kept them firmly on his. She could watch as that cool, well-maintained demeanor began to fall to pieces, could feel it as his thrusts became harder and faster, until before she knew it the headboard was slamming against the wall.

Surely Aelin would hear that.

Neither of them cared.

Lorcan fucked her, unceasing and without abandon. Their eyes remained locked the entire time, although with great difficulty. They didn’t want to miss it, though, didn’t want to miss the reactions, the emotions, the realizations that after all that time had passed, they were finally there, together, in that moment, and no one would ever take that away from them. It was a memory, a part of their story, that would forever be cherished and never forgotten. 

Elide came, her knees shaking around Lorcan’s waist, and he only lasted a moment longer before he was pushed far over the edge. When they were done, they laid cuddled up together beneath her blankets, Lorcan’s arm draped around her bare waist as his face rested in the crook of her neck, and she ran her fingers through his long, messy hair. 

As they were beginning to drift off into a sound, dreamless sleep, Lorcan said, quietly, “I want it to be noted that I didn’t tell you that I love you to get you in bed.” 

Elide laughed, breathlessly, as she looked over at him. “No?”

He shook his head, knowing full well that she knew better. He explained himself, nonetheless. “No. I meant it, Elide. I love you. I have, for a long time, and I will, for a long time.”

Her eyes softened as she pressed her lips softly against his forehead. “I love you, too. Always have, always will.” 

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Drunk: Eren x reader pt. 2 🔥

This is part 2 of my Eren fanfic--if you want to read part 1, it’s here! 

I worked with one of my amazing friends on this fanfic (most of the smut 😏) so if you enjoyed this, you should check out her AO3 account @Tawongan_2002

WARNING: SMUT🔥🔥

ALL CREDS TO THE AMAZING ARTIST! If anyone knows their @, please comment; I looked everywhere and I couldn’t find the original, but I would love to give them all the credit they deserve. 

ENJOY!

You could barely look at Eren for a week after “the incident”. Every time you had a free moment, your thoughts would automatically wander back to him, replaying every word and expression, trying to figure out if he meant what he said--or if it was all just a dream your drunken mind had created. 

You had woken up in Eren’s tent, so you knew that at least wasn’t your imagination. But everything else… you couldn’t be sure. And even if it did happen, maybe he wasn’t being serious. Maybe he was just messing with you. 

Your confusion made it impossible to function around him, which meant you were reduced to the classic technique of avoiding him at all costs. It got you into a few awkward moments, when you would turn and walk the other way when he approached, or cut off mid sentence if he tried to join a conversation. You weren’t sure the others noticed, until Armin finally said something a week later. 

“Y/n, is something going on with you and Eren? Did you fight?” Your friend glanced at you in concern, and you felt your stomach sink. Damn, you were hoping to avoid this conversation. 

“What? No, of course not. I….nothing happened.” 

Armin, being the observant person that he was, saw right through you. “Right.” He looked over to where Mikasa and Eren were talking a few feet away, then back to you. “You don’t have to tell me, but whatever it is, you should work it out.” 

“Seriously Armin, there’s nothing going on.” 

He patted your arm before giving you an apologetic look. “Well then you won’t mind…” He turned away, calling out to Mikasa across the field. “Mikasa! Do you want to pair up for combat training?” 

The dark haired woman raised her eyebrows, her gaze immediately going to Eren. 

Armin was quick to notice her hesitation. “Eren can be with Y/n for today.” 

Your mouth fell open in horror, but Mikasa was already shrugging her shoulders in acceptance. 

NOOOOO! you wanted to scream, but Eren was nodding in agreement as well and you were stuck.

Armin smiled slightly and patted your arm again. “Good luck!” Fuck. 

Combat training took place an hour later, and your stomach sank as you noticed Eren moving towards you. 

“Hey,” he murmured as he approached, and you forced a smile. 

“Hi.” 

You avoided meeting his eyes, but all that did was remind you of his words within his tent. “Why don’t you ever look at me?” 

You took a deep breath and pushed the thoughts from your head. You had to focus if you were going to beat Eren. 

A whistle blew, and you crouched in a defensive position, facing off. Eren eyed you carefully, looking for any openings in your stance while you did the same to him. Across the field, Mikasa had already pinned Armin to the ground, and Conny and Sasha had started a dance battle. 

Eren lunged at you, and you jumped backward, avoiding his first punch. You slid to the left, kicking at the back of his knee, but he sidestepped. Again and again you came at each other, neither of you getting the upper hand, until--

You saw Eren’s foot sweeping out to trip you too late, but you managed to collide with him instead of falling on your face. He grunted as you slammed into him, causing you both to tumble backwards to the ground. 

“I’m sorry--” You lifted your head ready to apologize, until you realized that Eren’s face was inches away, his whole body pressed against yours, and your legs tangled together. Your mind went blank and you felt your cheeks flame. 

“Are you ok?” He asked seriously, scanning your face. His hands slid up the back of your thighs, coming to rest on your waist.

“I--yes…” You swallowed. “Sorry.” 

His eyes trailed down to your mouth. “Y/n--”

“Eren!” Mikasa’s desperate voice broke whatever trance Eren had you under, and you awkwardly rolled off of him. The rest of the scouts who had been training were looking over as Mikasa and Armin jogged over, the former already scanning Eren from head to foot for injury. “What happened?” 

You took the opportunity to turn and stride away, heading for your tent as you fought the sudden heat across your whole body. You could feel it pulsing between your legs, something that made a blush of shame creep up your cheeks. You didn’t understand how one person could affect you so thoroughly, and yet here you were.

 The tension racing through your body from simply touching Eren...you had to do something to work it off before you faced him again. 

You barely made it through the flap of your tent before you were shoving your leathers down your legs and falling onto your bedroll, kicking your underthings down to your ankles. Your hand eased between your thighs, and you buried your face in your pillow to muffle your moan. Your fingers were quickly wet with your juices, sliding easily between your folds and up to your clit. The second you touched the sensitive area, you arched and shuddered, imagining Eren’s hand instead. Your breath came in great gasps as you moved your fingers, using your pointer on your clit and easing your middle finger deep inside you. 

“A-ah...” You gasped, your eyes squeezed shut tightly as you imagined Eren sliding your shirt off, his tongue on your nipples as he hiked your legs up. “Oh god--” 

You were so close, somehow nearing an orgasm despite only a few minutes having gone by, your pent up energy making you more sensitive. A moan slipped through your teeth even as you tried to cover your mouth, loud enough that you were sure anyone passing your tent would have heard. 

But you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as your orgasm slammed into you, your legs shaking and your back arching. 

“Oh, fuck.”

Your eyes flew open at the husky voice, and a second orgasm hit you immediately after the first as you saw Eren, his green eyes fixed on your fingers moving between your spread legs. 

“Er-ren?” You gasped in horror, but through the pleasure still ripping through you, it was almost like you were moaning his name. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, but it came out feral and deep. “I didn’t mean to--I wanted to talk to you--fuck--” 

As your orgasm faded, you scrambled to pull a blanket over your exposed body-- like that would do anything to hide what you had just been doing. If you could have chosen a time to die, it would have been then. 

“Please just forget about this,” you said, your voice coming out as more of a squeak as you stared at him with wide eyes. He wouldn’t tell anyone, would he?

Eren gazed down at you, his eyes slightly glazed as he examined your still flushed cheeks. “What were you thinking about just then?” 

“Huh?”  “You came in here to fuck yourself for a reason, right?” 

You swallowed and forced an innocent smile. “I was thinking about Captain Levi, obviously.” 

It was funny to watch Eren’s mouth fall open as he stiffened, clearly not expecting that response. After a long moment, he smirked. “Hm. Want me to go tell him that?” 

“No! Oh my god--” You said, sitting up to plead with Eren. Telling Captain Levi that you had been masturbating while thinking about him would be like opening a titan’s mouth and diving inside. Probably worse, honestly. 

Eren chuckled at your panicked expression. “I won’t.” 

His eyes trailed down and you gasped in horror. Your stupid, traitorous blanket had slipped right off your shoulders...leaving you exposed from the waist up. Your nipples hardened in the cold air, and Eren’s eyes were glued to them. 

You gasped, going to cover yourself with your arms, but your gaze suddenly snagged on the large, growing bulge in Eren’s pants. You went red, your core instantly flooded once again as you imagined just what that meant…

You slowly raised your eyes, meeting Eren’s gaze for a long moment as you both sat utterly still. He swallowed slowly, and it triggered something in your mind. Before your courage could disappear, you reached forward and grabbed his face, crashing your lips to his. He made a low noise of surprise, but then he was pulling you close, his hands sliding into your hair as he tilted your head to push his tongue into your mouth. 

You bit his lip, moaning a little, and your noises seemed to snap the restraint Eren had been holding on himself. He shoved you backwards onto the backroll, coming to hover over you with his arms braced on either side of your head. You sighed as he began to kiss down your neck, his teeth sliding along the sensitive place between your neck and shoulder. His hands held your waist tightly, sliding along your bare sides and down to your ass. 

You shuddered as he slid his tongue down your chest to your nipple, and you arched off the mat as he sucked it into his mouth. Your tits had never been particularly sensitive, but somehow you felt like you could cum just from Eren kissing your chest. 

He laughed softly as he moved between your tits, kissing in a line down to your stomach and stopping where the blanket still covered your hips. 

“Can I…?” He looked up at you, and you swallowed, nodding frantically. At this point, if he stopped you might just implode. 

Luckily, he didn’t hesitate to wrench the blanket from around your waist, leaving you completely exposed. You automatically went to close your legs, but he was faster and stronger. Forcing your knees apart, you went red as you saw how hungry his expression got as he took in how wet you were. You already felt the slick coating the inside of your thighs. 

“You don’t understand how long I’ve wanted to do this…” he muttered, but you didn’t have the time to unpack his words before you felt his hot tongue slide up over you. Your mind went blank and you moaned, shuddering violently at the mind blowing pleasure that shot through your body.  

The moment he fully tasted you, Eren let out a low groan. The dim light of the tent sharpened his jawline and his shirt dipped to expose his collar bone, and you watched as his throat muscles tensed as he swallowed. He hummed softly as he relished the sweetness of you, licking his lips. 

You almost yelped at the sudden stretch of your hips as Eren’s fingers dug into your thighs, pushing them back apart, further than before. His eyes fell on yours lustfully, you could feel the heat rising in your face.

“Sorry Gorgeous, you just taste so good.” 

Erens voice was sultry, almost a dream-like quality about it. You could hear him hum to himself as he leaned down, a small smile flashing on his face until you could feel his hot breath on your inner thighs. 

Eren wasted no time diving in between your folds.  His tongue pushed against you in all the right places as his lips suckled at the sweet flesh. Your hands gripped the bedroll as the tip of his tongue circled around your clit. Small whimpers escaped your mouth as you were already overstimulated. 

 Eren drank in every noise that you made. He wanted to draw this out as long as possible tease you until you were begging, but feeling your hand gripping his hair made him glance up at you. He almost came in his pants at your expression, your head thrown back and your eyes squeezed shut as you whimpered his name over and over. 

“Mhhmmm…. Eren, please--” 

He complied. Mouth closing around your bud he sucked hard, groaning as he felt your nails dig into his scalp. The vibrations went straight to your clit, pushing you over the edge into the third orgasms of the night. Your back arched as you gasped at the jolts of pleasure coursing through your body making your toes curl and thighs clench tightly around Eren’s head. 

Disoriented by the pleasure it was hard to stay in the present, all you could feel was Eren’s tongue still lapping at you, drawing out your orgasm, and his hand pressing your thighs into the sides of his head. 

Your breath was ragged as you fell from your high, Eren released your legs and looked at you with a blissed out smile on his face. The entirety of his mouth and chin were shiny and coated with your juices, making you flush. 

You were about to reach for a towel when he wiped his hand across his face and proceeded to lick his fingers clean. You stared at him in utter amazement. 

Eren leaned back against the post of the tent in pure male satisfaction at seeing you so fucked out because of him. He wouldn’t be able to get the taste of you out of his mouth for weeks. 

As you sat up, you realized he still had a massive boner caged within the tight uniform pants, which did nothing in hiding the fact that Eren was … quite large. 

Before you could even think about what you were doing, you found yourself moving to the end of the bedroll to kneel before him, undoing the button on his pants. Eren looked down at you in confusion. 

“What are you doing?” 

“I was going to return the favor, unless you don’t want me to,” you said, pausing. 

Eren’s pupils widened until his eyes were almost black. “Are you sure?”

You nodded as you pulled his pants and boxers down, freeing his dick. You could hear Eren’s breath hitch at the sudden chill of the air, followed by a deep groan as your hot mouth enveloped his tip. The salty taste of precum sent your head spinning as you swirled your tongue around the head. 

He was so big, you couldn’t fit his entire length in your mouth. Instead, you used your hands on the base of him, forcing him deep enough to hit the back of your throat as you bobbed your head slowly. 

“Ah- fuck, you have to stop.” Eren gently grabbed your hair to stop your movements. You innocently lifted your gaze, meeting his with his dick still in your mouth. You felt him jerk at the image, but he managed not to lose control and force his whole length in your mouth like an animal. “I’m gonna come if you keep this up.” His voice was a breathless groan. 

You smiled slightly, pulling back and standing up. Eren let you push him onto the bedroll, letting you take the lead as you straddled him. 

“Is this ok?” You asked, meeting his eyes. 

“Fuck yes,” he shuddered, his hands gripping your thighs as you slowly began sinking down onto him. Due to his size, there was a slight pinch as you forced yourself down to the hilt; the tip of his dick reached places you had never dreamed of reaching. It only took a moment for the pain to fade, and sighing in satisfaction at the feeling of fullness, you slowly started to move up and down his shaft. 

Each time you sank back down Eren let out a small moan, watching himself disappear into your core. Eren’s grip on your hips kept you at a slow pace, but you could tell he wanted more. 

You tried to pick up the pace but Eren wouldn’t let you. So he thought you couldn’t handle it, huh? Well you just needed to push him to the edge, make it so he can’t help but pound you into oblivion. 

The next time you came down so his entire shaft was inside you, you rolled your hips and squeezed your pelvic floor. Eren let out a deep groan of surprise and pleasure, so you did it again. And again. Apparently the motion to direct yourself in ODM gear is not that much different than Kegel exercises. 

You continued your torment on Eren’s member; rolling your hips in conjunction with constant clenching of your walls around his achingly throbbing cock, you brought both him and yourself into pent up breaths as you both reached your climax. 

“Y/n...” Eren moaned out your name. You could tell he was dying to push you and himself over the edge. 

“Do it Ere–” before you could finish Eren started thrusting up into you at a breathtakingly fast pace. Eren’s strong arms kept you suspended on his cock ruthlessly rutting up into you. You were gasping and moaning with no shame as the tip of his cock pounded into a deep spot within you that had your vision going white as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. 

You barely felt the hot ropes of cum that filled you up as you shook with pleasure. Eren, reaching his own climax, was slumped into your chest, his softening cock still filling you up. 

When you had recovered enough to actually see straight, you slowly slid off his dick and rolled to the side, breathless. 

Eren turned to look at you, brushing his hair away from his face as he smiled widely. “When I said I’d make you moan for the whole camp to hear, I didn’t mean it quite so literally.” It took a moment for you to register his words, realizing how loud you two had been. There would be no hiding what you had been doing. 

“Oh-oh god,” you gasped. “What do we do?!” 

“What do you mean?” Eren raised his eyebrows. 

“Everyone will know!” 

He shrugged. “And?” 

Seeing your expression hadn’t relaxed, he gently cupped your face in his hands. “It’s fine, Y/n. This way, we don’t have to sneak around next time.” 

Your fucked out brain wasn’t able to comprehend this new development of “next time”-- the fact that Eren might in fact want to be with you again-- so instead you just sighed and curled into his side. 

“Plus, maybe Jean will back the fuck up.” 

You snorted at his annoyed expression, making his eyes soften. 

Were you just imagining the affection in that look?

 Part 1 here! 

[xpeachesncream]

restart | six

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summary: as you and taehyung start to build your life together post graduation, things become more complicated than what you expected it to be. while taehyung struggles with his inner demons, you’ve become the sole supporter, the pillar, juggling different jobs to keep you two afloat. your love for each other has been put to the test as your relationship continues to face hurdles - hurdles that have you questioning whether or not your relationship will make it through.

pairing: reader x fiancé!kth

genre: post grad au, established relationship au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 3.9k

warnings: cussing/mature language, jealousy, lots of insecurities and overthinking, angst, crying, arguments, y/n and tae get really mean with each other honestly, unprotected soft sex in the flashback scene, alcohol consumption, y/n really going above and beyond for her man though

note: taehyung’s one shot for the witchers one series will be coming out.. probably this weekend? i’ll continue taking some breaks in between posting new chapters for bands and restart so i can work on this too!

tags: @enchantaeduniverse​ @thedarkwinterrose​ @sapphirejeon @jwlmnbt​ @bluesharksandfish​ @ra-mun-e @brightcolorsoffendme​ @jungcrookthecookbook​ @sunniejinnie​ (please message me if you would like to be added to the taglist!)

You looked at the new picture hanging on the hall at Jin's café. It was a picture of you, Taehyung and your friends in your graduation caps and gowns. You smiled to yourself seeing how happy you all were to finally overcome the milestone together, how happy you and Taehyung were to have gotten through it together.

It seemed like a distant memory.

"Hey." Jungkook comes behind you, his blonde hair almost covering his eyes.

"Hmm?" He follows your gaze to the picture.

"What time is your shift over?" He asks, trying to change the subject. You turn to him and sigh, checking the time on your phone.

"Mm, in a bit actually. I have to run home and get ready."

"Oh hey, you're meeting that girl today right? To see if you can sell some of your art and merch in her boutique?" You smiled from ear to ear.

"Yeah! She's such a sweetheart, I'm super excited. I hope it works out."

"I'm sure it will." He pinches your cheek. He doesn't say anything else, being that he can tell other things were on your mind but you weren't ready to talk about it yet.

Racing home to the apartment, you decided to hop into a quick shower and throw on some better clothes. You still couldn't believe Brandi had came up to you at the flea market, almost feeling like she was a blessing in disguise. You smiled at yourself in the mirror, the excitement peeking through as the minutes went by.

"Hey! Goodluck today, little one!" You picked up Jin's call as you walked out of your apartment and down to your car. Taehyung, for whatever reason, was nowhere to be found, and you figured he was just out with Namjoon or one of their other friends. You had left him sound asleep earlier, and you didn't think he had any plans today. But, you would just have to see him later and tell him all about the meeting. You were actually excited to, especially after last night.

➤ FLASHBACK

Taehyung gripped onto the headboard as he rolled his hips into you, your clit rubbing against him as his body lowered onto yours. He kept his eyes on you, his lips barely grazing yours as he softly hissed and let out small moans.

“Hmmmfuck.” You softly mewled. For once, the love making felt like old times - the passion. The fire. The feelings. It felt like Taehyung was making love to you like the world was going to end. And the thought of it, the feeling of his body against yours, the warmth - it made you feel complete, and like you never wanted to leave this moment.

"I love you so much, baby." He whispers as he continues to pick up his pace, rolling his hips and working in tandem with yours.

"I love you, too." You softly say as your fingers lock into his hair, his lips pressed gently against your neck as he laid soft kisses along a straight path and nipped at your skin. You arch your back slightly, the pleasure starting to bubble up within your core as you hear Taehyung moan against your neck.

"God, baby I'm gonna cum." He continues to moan. "Cum with me."

"Close." You moan softly, tugging on his hair as he picks up his pace and begins to thrust a little more aggressively. "I-I'm--"

"Uh huh." He nods. "That's it, love."

"I'm gonna cum." Your hands are now gripping his shoulders, nails digging deep and leaving red marks against his honey-dipped skin. It takes a few more rolls before you feel your body trembling under his grip, muffled moans trying to escape as you let the orgasm ripple through you. As you come down from your high, you feel Taehyung fill you up warmly, his body still ontop of yours as he tries to regulate his breathing. He presses his lips against your jaw, to your forehead, to your nose, then back down to your lips before he removes his softening member from within you and plops next to you on the bed. He instantly swoops you into his arms, your head laying on his chest as you ran your finger in circles around his collarbone.

"Baby." He says softly. "You mean everything to me. You know that right? I got you through anything, no matter what." You simply nod before he places another kiss against your head.

➤ END FLASHBACK

"Thank you. I'll tell you all about it later, okay?"

"Sounds good. I know this'll work out. I'm proud of you, you know that right?" Your smile lightly fades. Yeah, it was a big deal, but you still hadn't told anyone a lot of your other plans had been put on pause.

"I know." You softly chuckle. "K, I need to get going. I'll call you later."

"Love you, drive safely." He says before you return the love and hang up. You hopped into your car and began to drive off to the destination downtown. However, as you neared the boutique, another call came through to your car, but from an unknown number.

"Hello?"

"Hi, is this Miss Y/L/N?"

"Yeah, this is she."

"Hey there. Could you come down to Jack's? We have your fiancé here. He's intoxicated and he's been giving the staff a hard time." You sigh and look at your watch. Jack's was on the opposite end of town. You were never going to make it on time for your meeting. You had promised you'd be there to make this work.

"Where is he?" You say as you quickly park your car and make your way to the restaurant. You see him slouched onto the bar, slurring his words to the police men. The bar stools around him were all turned over, glasses broken and flyers from the wall had been ripped off. You couldn't help but begin to cry because you knew this was all Taehyung's doing, and quite frankly, you had so many emotions - you were scared, upset, empty, exhausted. You didn't know what else to do, but you loved him.

And yet here you were again, pushing your goals aside to help the love of your life.

"Tae, baby. Let's get up, okay?" His eyes are glazed as they turn to you. He smiles, but he struggles to get up, the police man helping support him as you both bring him to your car.

"Baby girl." He mumbles.

"Shh. Just stay here." You shush him as you get him situated in the passenger seat, tears streaming down your face.

"I'm sorry sweetie, but this damage needs to be covered." You took the ticket from the police man, showing the restaurant charging over $200 worth of the damages.

"It's fine, I'll take care of this. I'm so sorry."

"If you need anything, please let us know." The cop couldn't help but sympathize looking at you. At this point your cheeks were hot, tears continued to stream down your face and your hair had become a mess having supported Tae back to the car. You silently climbed in, crying to yourself as you drove back to the apartment, Taehyung slumped and asleep in the passenger seat.

You did your best to support him back to your apartment, the security guard offering help but you turned him down. You had been doing good so far and you thought you had this in the bag. As you had exited the elevator, Taehyung stumbled upon his own two feet, bringing the both of you down.

"Babe, get up please." You cried, using all of your force to get him up. He did try his best to stable himself as you stood, but the five steps to the front door ended up being twenty, with a few more stumbles in between. "Please, we're almost there." You continued to cry.

You finally got Taehyung out of his clothes and into the bed, washing his face with a warm towel before you let him sleep peacefully. You made your way to the living room and just broke down. Your meeting was way past its time, and yet you had passed on another great opportunity because you needed to be there for Taehyung. You felt helpless.

You just didn't know how else to do it.

"Hello? How'd it go?" Jungkook asks on the other line.

"Kook, I don't know if I could do this anymore." You cried into the phone. "I can't do it." You cried silently, heavily.

"Y/N." He sighs worriedly. "What happened? Do you want me to come by?"

"No, I-I just—" You cry as you sink to the floor, your back against the wall. "I've given up so many things for him, and he even apologized last night. Saying he'd do better and all this shit, but he hasn't. I knew this would happen and-and I can't—" You ramble on and on, Jungkook worried as he tries to decipher what you're saying through your crying.

"Slow down, and tell me what just happened."

"I didn't even get to meet her, Kook. I was on my way when I got a call from the cops saying he was drunk and giving the staff a hard time at Jack's. Shit was torn up, the stools were turned over, flyers ripped off the walls." You mumbled through your cries. "I told them I'd take care of it and handle the damages. Why would he do this? Why would he do this to me?" Kook sighs heavily.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I'm sure there's a lot of things going on in his head that can help explain this. And I can help you take care of the damages, it's not a big deal."

"No."

"Stop. Let me help you." He pauses. "Can you text Brandi and just let her know it was an emergency or something? I'm sure she'll understand."

"I'm so humiliated though, like I can't even face her after I stood her up."

"Listen to me. It's not like you meant to. Just text her and explain, she seems like a really nice and understanding person. Don't feel embarrassed. Shit happens."

"You don't get it, bunny." You cried harder, silently, hoping you wouldn't be too loud to wake up Tae. "This was the last chance I had. I-I told Jimin I wouldn't be working on the shop right now. I gave all this shit up for him and I really just can't do this anymore. I've set myself aside to be there for him, only for him to fuck me over in the end. He doesn't realize how much he's been hurting me." You're feeling so many emotions at once that you don't even know if you're making sense. You wanna say so much, but you can't. You wanna get back up on your feet, but you can't.

"It's not gonna be the last chance." He says softly. "You're always welcome to crash with me if you'd like, just to give yourself some space." You sigh, finally able to slow down your crying and regulate your breathing.

"I can't just leave him."

"Y/N. He's gonna have to learn one way or another." Suddenly, you hear some stirring in the room, causing you to frantically wipe your tears and get yourself together.

"I have to go, I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Okay. Let me know if you need me, I'll be there." You hang up the call and turn your attention to the room when you hear Taehyung give off a small groan. You rush over, seeing him bent over on his knees on the side of the bed, his hands pressed against his face. "You alright?" You ask him softly, already prepping the trash can with a paper bag inserted inside in case he needs to release.

"I don't feel too—" And as you assume correctly, you hold the trash can up to him as he releases, your heart breaking at the sight of him struggling. You were torn - torn between wanting to do everything and wanting to do absolutely nothing at this point. You were spent, you had given him everything and you were left with nothing besides the uncertainty of your relationship and the umpteenth amount of tears you had been shedding.

This wasn't fair to you, and you couldn't let him keep doing this to you.

After he seems to be done being head first into the trash can, you set it aside to clean up later and give his face another good wash up with a warm towel. He seems a bit better and more sober after having vomited, but you get him to go back to sleep while you head into the kitchen to heat up some water and make some tea. You ponder on your thoughts, on your feelings, while waiting for the electric kettle to flip the switch, hinting that the water was done heating. You pour yourself and Tae a cup - green tea for you, while you whipped up some ginger tea with lemon for him. You walk over to the room seeing him asleep, but he slightly opens an eye when he feels your body dip into the edge of the bed.

"Drink this while it's hot." You say as you place the cup on the night stand.

"Thank you, baby." He manages to say raspily. "Stay with me?" You shake your head.

"I need to take care of some stuff outside." And with that, you don't turn to look at him or give him more of your attention before simply walking off. You bite onto your bottom lip as you head back to the kitchen, pulling out your laptop to start organizing the bills and figuring out which ones to pay off first. You almost forgot you had these deadlines to meet.

It's close to 8pm when Taehyung finally gets up and walks out to the kitchen, seeing you still hovering over your laptop. This time though, you had a bowl of ramen ready for him to go, while you had just finished devouring yours. You don't say anything as he comes forward to the kitchen island, but his eyes are locked onto you. You turn to face the sink and start washing your bowl when you feel his arms snake around your hips and his lips pressed against the back of your head. And as much as you wanna sink into his body, you don't.

"Baby, I'm so—"

"Save it." You aggressively throw your spoon down into the sink before turning to face him. "Don't."

"Y/N, please. Just let me explain."

"No, Taehyung. Not anymore. I've heard it way too many times and I'm tired." You say, your eyes starting to water. "I'm so tired. You knew today was the day I had to meet Brandi. Why couldn't you just hold off for a second, Tae? Do I literally have to give up everything for you?"

"Woah, I never said you had to—" You scoff as you cross your arms.

"You didn't have to say it. All this shit you've done, throwing the whole Jimin thing in my face, getting drunk and acting up." You cry. "You don't think I can catch on? I'm not stupid, Taehyung. Don't take me for a fucking dumbass."

"I've been here struggling with my own feelings too okay, Y/N? It's been a fucking shit show for me and I don't think you understand."

"You don't think I understand?!" You yell, appalled at his argument. As much as you didn't wanna play the pointing fingers game, you had no choice but to since Tae didn't seem to get it. He obviously didn't understand you even though he said he did last night, and that's what hits you. "I know you've been struggling and I've been doing my very best to be there every step of the way for you to help support you. I gave up this shit with Jimin and told him to hold off because I knew you were having trouble with it. I fucking went to the school event 10 minutes late and tired out of my goddamn mind, and I just got lucky Dr. Forneo wasn't done with his speech or else I would have been shit out of luck too! And then today, I was on my way to meet Brandi when I got the call that I needed to come get you because you decided trashing Jack's was the perfect way to show how frustrated you've been feeling. Don't tell me I don't fucking understand when I've done it all just to be here for you! I pushed myself aside for you, and quite frankly, I feel like I've just been wasting my life in this relationship." You say harshly, a little taken aback at the words that come out of your mouth, but you have no intentions of bringing it back. He scoffs, tears streaming down his cheeks as he looks at you, expression full of hurt and betrayal.

"If you've been feeling like that, why didn't you tell me sooner so I could have just left you alone? So I wouldn't have wasted all this time for you?"

"I love you so much, and I hate seeing you hurt. I wanted to do everything in my power to help relieve you, help you get rid of this pain you've been feeling, but I've just been hurting myself in the process. You haven't even realized it. I can't do this to myself anymore, Taehyung. I can't." In a quick moment, his expression quickly turns into more hurt and frustration, his brows furrowing as his tears continue to come down.

"Then fucking leave Y/N! Leave, if this shit isn't what you want!" He yells loudly that you're a little startled by his tone.

"You'd just let me go like that?" You ask shakily.

"Go and be like the rest of them, like I give a fuck." He says, sounding exactly like the asshole Taehyung you had dealt with the night of Jin's café party. "You don't know what it's like—" He shakes his head. "To feel so completely useless and unworthy. To have people remind you and throw it in your face constantly how much of a fuck up you really are." He pauses, glaring back at you. "You're just like Hana, you know?" He instantly regrets it the moment it slips, but it's too late for him to take it back. You cry harder at the statement because why in the fuck would he say some dumbass shit like that? You were not her whatsoever. And you'd like to think you've done a hell of a job sticking by him through thick and thin. Not like her.

"Don't ever say that shit to me again. I am not her." You put your foot down. "I know I can't relate but the one thing I do know is that I gave you my everything, and I did nothing but stand by you through thick and thin. As much as I want to do it all, you have to do your part in getting yourself out of this, too. There's only so much I can do for you. Don't tell me you're in this for the long run when you can't even realize that shit. This isn't how you're supposed to treat somebody who loves you, somebody you call your fiancé. This isn't how we get by together. And you know fucking better than that." You spit out, aggressively wiping your tears. "I'm going to stay at Yoongi's until we leave."

"Y/N." He sighs deeply, following you into the room.

"No, don't touch me." You look at him as you break free from his grip. "You said what you said. I'm not doing this shit anymore." You softly cry. "Clearly, we need the space." You began to pile your clothes and necessities into your luggage, removing all attention away from Taehyung.

"Fine." Is all he manages to say before he's grabbing a jacket and heading out of the room. You hear him yell a loud 'fuck!' before glass hits the wall and shatters, followed by the front door slamming shut. You break down onto the ground and cry everything you have left in you. What did this mean for the both of you, you had no idea. After all of this, you still wanted him and you still hoped this would work out. Half of you suddenly didn't want to leave on these terms, but you knew you had to - to give yourself some space and give Taehyung enough space to hopefully learn and snap himself out of it.

But shit, this fucking hurts.

Suddenly you look at your ring and you have no idea what to feel.

By the time you're done packing what you need to pack, you feel so groggy and beat that you can barely make your way to Yoongi's. Your head is pounding and everything around you feels like dull, white noise. Sleep is the only thing on your mind.

"Hey." Yoongi steps aside to let you in. He grabs your luggage from you and sets it aside, following you into his living room space. "You okay?" He asks, knowing damn well you aren't but he figured this is how he could get the conversation started. You simply look at him, silently shake your head and begin to cry into your hands again. You feel Yoongi engulf you in his arms as he sits you down into the couch and brings your body close to his. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. It's gonna be okay. I got you."

"It fucking hurts." You mumble into his chest and he simply nods before slightly pulling away. "He just let me go."

"Let's get you to bed, yeah? You can sleep in mine and I'll stay out here." You nod as you wipe away your tears, Yoongi also doing his best to get rid of the stragglers streaming down your cheeks. He brings your luggage into the room and gives you some space to change and get yourself comfortable. Which, you do, but it takes awhile as your body wants to do absolutely nothing at this point. You shove yourself underneath his covers, a weighted blanket on top providing you with extra warmth. You turn to face the wall, hoping you could fall into a deep sleep soon.

But, you can't, no matter how exhausted you are.

"In here?" You hear Jungkook's voice faintly outside before he gently opens the door. You don't move in your position, even though you've just been blankly staring at the wall. You hear Jungkook gently shut the door before you feel his body weight on the edge of the bed. His fingers are running through your hair, brushing it gently as you continue to stare at the wall. "Y/N."

"Not now, Kook." He sighs.

"I'm worried about you."

"I'll be fine."

"Can I at least do anything for you right now?"

"I just want to sleep." He nods.

"Okay. I'll be hanging out with everyone for a bit outside. Just let me know if you need me." He says, gently caressing your covered arm before heading out of the room. You sighed and closed your eyes once more, hoping you could finally drift off into a deep sleep.

But your thoughts continued to wander to your fiancé and his whereabouts, whether or not he was okay and where he was at. They always wandered to him. It never failed.

And yes, it was the same for Taehyung. It was the same all the time.

He thought about you 24/7, he even thought about you now as he looks down at the notification lighting up on his phone.

The notification that gives him permission to come upstairs to her apartment.

but when i see you it hurts, when i see you it starts to hurt baby; i can see it in your eyes, I can see the pain in your eyes I'm sorry, tell me baby did it feel right to be with you and at the same time lose myself, my soul is burning out so casually

track four: lie 2 me - fern

[realcube]

haikyuu!! boys learning that you speak another language 💬

characters: sugawara, oikawa, bokuto, akaashi & kuroo

thanks to anon for this amazing request 💞

(y/n) = your name

(L) = language of your choice

tw// self deprecating joke, swearing 

Kōshi Sugawara

honestly, idk how he didn’t know that you spoke a second language before y’all started dating bc he seems like the sort of guy to ask those sort of questions while flirting/making conversating

but anyway, he probably learned that you spoke another language on the first date

he took you on a study date to the library and one of the subjects he was studying was French, and he was clearly struggling

‘ugh, this is quite tricky- we’ve got a test coming up and i can’t even remember how to say ‘bread’. hah, i’m definitely going to fail..’

you rolled your eyes, leaning across the table to deliver a gentle chop to his head, ‘negativity begone!’

sugawara chuckled before relaxing back in his chain, fidgeting with his pencil as he shifted his attention off his revision sheets and onto you, ‘did you take a language this year?’ he inquired, trying to make conversation to momentarily take his mind off the piles of revision he had to do

you squinted, biting your own tongue as you attempted to equally divide your attention between your date and the complex maths question you were working on, ‘no, i couldn’t be bothered. plus, i can speak (L) so it’s not as if i’m a monolinguist.’ 

suga blinked rapidly at this new information; so wondering if he had heard you correctly, he questioned further, ‘you speak (L)? really? i don’t think you’ve ever mentioned anything about that before.’

you shrugged, letting out a slight sigh before placing your pencil down; realising that if Suga was going to continue talking, it might be rude for you to keep working. ‘oh, have i not? well- now you know!’ you hummed, shooting your boyfriend a sweet smile.

‘how can one person be so smart and stunning?’ he mused, resting his cheek on his palm as his elbow was propped up onto the table

‘i should be asking you that, kōshi.’

he couldn’t help but roll his eyes at how humble you were; ah, if only you knew how much he admired you. 

suga could only imagine being bilingual yet you could effortlessly speak a second language fluently, he was sure that if you were to take up volleyball, the team would waste no time in replacing him with you 

anyway, he was so impressed that you can speak (L) and he shows it lol

like if you talk down on yourself, he’ll call you out SO quick regardless but he will also mention your second language somehow lmao

for example:

you groaned upon skimming the message your professor sent you along with your test result, ‘ugh, i got 68% - so fucking close to an A! i’m so stupid..’

you thought sugawara was preoccupied with cooking dinner until he came rushing into your room, making you jolt when he slammed the door open, ‘who’s stupid?! are hinata & kageyama in here somewhere? because i know that you weren’t talking about yourself!’

you buried your face into your hands to not only let out a elongated groan, but also so he didn’t see the small smile tugging at the corner of your lips

‘and i know that you didn’t call my gorgeous, intelligent, selfless, bilingual sweetheart stupid! take that back, (y/n). ’

and he would not leave you alone until you took it back IUFHEIEVAB

also, another example.

you walked by a bright pink trash can with Suga by your side and in the interest of ✨ comedy ✨, you chuckled and blurted out, ‘hey, that’s me.’

‘if that trash can is bilingual, then yes.’

Tōru Oikawa

you probably first told him you spoke (L) a while into your relationship  — but not too long — so maybe like 6 months

and you only told him bc y’all were having an argument over the schoolwork and you were sure that your method was correct while oikawa thought otherwise

but after a while, it kinda just turned into a battle of ‘who is smarter?’ rather than trying to figure out who’s method was correct 

so you just blurted out from spite, ‘tough talk coming a one-language-speaking peasant.’ 

oikawa rolled his eyes, ‘how many languages do you speak then, smart-ass?’

‘english, japanese and (L)’

he blinked rapidly, unable to come up with a snarky remark, he cocked his head to the side and inquired, ‘you speak (L)?’

you nodded, your lips curling into a smile, ‘yep!’

grrr curse your adorable smile >:(

oikawa was simply unable to be mad anymore ✋ must give kithes to his  trilingual s/o instead (づ￣ 3￣)づ

he smirked back at you before pulling you in by your waist and peppering an infinite amount of kisses across your face, ‘awh, i didn’t know you speak 3 languages. you’re so clever, angel.’  he said in between kisses, using his strong grip to sway y’all side-to-side as he expressed his love

 and oikawa is kinda an exhibitionist sometimes so he will definitely mention that when he hypes you up/shows you off at events

and mf will never stop-

even after the time-skip 🤠

he’ll bring you to a party celebrating a cup victory for his team and while everyone there is trying to praise him for his perfect sets, he’s quite tipsy and just goes, ‘thank you. thank you. but have you seen (y/n) tonight? they look so gorgeous- especially their eyes, i hope our kids have their eyes.’ he rambled, his speech a bit slurred so everyone had to do a double-take to make sure they were hearing him correctly

was he seriously raving on about his s/o when he literally just won a world cup?

‘oh and did i mention they’re four-lingual? literally. they speak English, Japanese, (L) and Portuguese so they could live here with me.’

it was embarrassing in the moment but at least there was no press at the party

plus, you both always look back on these moments and laugh tbh

also, just bc he was drunk didn’t mean that his words were empty - he meant everything he said, the alcohol only helped him voice everything confidently 

Kōtarō Bokuto

ok so he learned that you spoke (L) 6 months into your marriage

his big personality makes up for his ignorance-

you were on call with a mutual friend who could also speak (L), hence you were both talking in (L) lol

meanwhile bokuto was just sitting on the other side of the couch and it took him half an hour to realise that you were speaking another language 

however, you were hardly alert either considering it took you god-knows how long to notice that bokuto was staring at you with wide, starry eyes

and you literally just froze- then proceeded to excuse yourself for a moment before muting your microphone

‘bo, are you alright? why are you looking at me like that?’ you asked, concern clear in your tone as you dropped your phone to rush over to him, hastily pressing the back of your had against his forehead

bokuto shook his head abruptly, snapping out of his glazed gaze to pull you onto his lap, ‘were you speaking a foreign language just there?!’

‘yeah, (L). I’m fluent.’ you replied, rather shocked as he went from a statue to his regular, energetic self in the blink of an eye

he cocked his head to the side with wide eyes  — and it was moments like these were you could really see the resemblance between him and an owl  — before wrapping you in a hug, resting his cheek on your shoulder. 

‘i didn’t know that you could speak (L), babe! that’s so fuckin’ cool! do you think you could teach me?’ 

you giggled, both from his lively response and how the vibrations from his speech tickled your neck

‘sure, but i have to finish my call first.’  you hummed before springing to your feet, grabbing you phone and strolling out of the living room to continue the call in the privacy of your bedroom

and don’t think bokuto forgot about you agreeing to teach him bc he was planking outside of the bedroom, waiting for you to finish your call so he could jump out at you once you tried to exit,

‘HOW DO YOU SAY ‘I’D LIKE FRIES WITH THAT’ IN (L)?!’  

‘FUCK!’ you screamed, your phone falling out of your hand as bokuto just jump-scared you in your own home

you try to teach him ofc but it’s quite difficult for him to learn (L) while he’s simultaneously trying to learn English and Spanish 

he didn’t exactly give up on trying to learn it but the frequency of his lil’ questions of ‘how do you say this is (L)?’ and ‘how do you say that in (L)?’ became less and less 

however, whenever you speak (L) in front of him, he always looks at you with wide, dreamy eyes - completely in awe at how clever you are and he’ll take every opportunity he can to praise you for it

oh and he has you saved in his phone as ‘gorgeous, bilingual wifey 😩💞💕💖’

Keiji Akaashi

he probably learns that you can speak another language on the second or third date

y’all were talking about hobbies you wanted to take up, then akaashi pulled out his note titled ‘ ↳ languages i should learn’ and the first one he uttered was (L) so you immediately chimed in

‘oh! i can speak (L)! i could teach you  — if you want.’

akaashi couldn’t help but smile softly; even though he had a bunch of assignments due, along with all the approaching tests he had to study for, he just couldn’t say no to your offer  — you just looked so excited

plus, there was no harm in trying to learn a language alongside his schoolwork

he humbly accepted; further inquiring about your links and relations with the (L) language

anyway, you never really sat akaashi down to teach him (L) or make him take notes or anything, you’d just began with integrating the occasional (L) in an english/japanese sentence

you’d tend to change the noun and given the context, akaashi would be able to figure out what it meant

for example, if y’all were vibin’ on the couch with the TV on in the background, you might ask him to pass the remote but replace the word ‘remote’ with the (L) translation

there was nothing else he could’ve passed to you so he understood that you meant remote

so slowly but surely  — without even realising that he’s learning  — he picks up on quite a lot of the vocabulary 

and by the time y’all are married, he’s basically fluent

oh and on your honeymoon (which is in Italy btw, I just know he’d take you somewhere with a rich history) you are chillin in the pool then out of the corner of your eyes you see akaashi approach you from the edge of the pool, before getting down on one knee 

and you were so confused for a second bc you thought he was proposing again even you recall getting married to him just a few days ago ◉_◉’

however, once he pulled out a box that seemed too large to contain a ring, it piqued your curiosity even more, ‘akaashi?’ you stuttered, eyes wide.

he opened it to reveal a simple silver bangle, pulled it out then offered his hand so he could cuff it around your wrist 

now that the cold metal of the bangle came in contact with your skin, you were finally able to read the text engraved into the silver 

and it was ‘i love you’ in (L) 

Tetsurō Kuroo

you probably told him that you could speak (L) quite early on in the relationship tbh 

he was really proud of you but he only took much of an interest a bit later on

he was just like ‘(y/n), do you know any languages other than japanese and english?’ over some chocolate-covered strawberries

you nodded, ‘yeah, (L). why?’

kuroo gasped, excitedly slamming the kitchen counter with the palm of his hand, ‘i need you to teach me some curses.’

you giggled, taking another bite of your strawberry, ‘heh, why?’

‘because kōtarō keeps muttering things about me in portuguese and oikawa keeps snickering at it - i think they’re bitching about me so two can play at that game.’ kuroo whined before looking at you then shooting you a charming smile, ‘so can you help me?’

he’s adorable so you smiled right back at him and chirped, ‘absolutely not.’

however, you kept his request in mind when you graciously began replacing all your english curses with those in (L)

and obviously he caught on ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

thank you for enabling him, (y/n) 😌