#I gave him grey hairs for lustful reasons leave me alone

[lazlolemurs]

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[astaroth1357]

Demonic Pregnancy (But It Makes the MC… Problematic)

Okay, so hear me out. I know the prevailing idea is that a human getting pregnant with a supernatural kid would sap their strength and what not… But what if the opposite happened? So basically, getting pregnant by the brothers would make the MC physically stronger, but more susceptible to their sin… Oh this is going to be fun. 😈

Trigger Warning: Pregnancy

Lucifer

First noticed something was up when the MC came into his office to bring him coffee and casually ripped the door of its hinges… with one hand… by the handle…

He didn’t even have time to be mad about it because he was already frantically texting Diavolo and Barbs that there was something very wrong with the human. They’re not supposed to do that.

Meanwhile MC is in the background marveling at the newly freed door in their hand… They hadn’t even thought about it! Is this what having power is like?? Are they actually dangerous now??? Better not let it go to their head…

*it is totally going to go to their head*

Lucifer learns two things pretty quickly, (1) The human is pregnant with his child and (2) They’ve just been given access to a whole lot of power and they’re mind is set on one thing: Domination.

The next nine months for him are spent practically having to leash the MC or else they’ll go out to pick fights with anything that moves to prove their “superiority”… His brothers and even Diavolo included!

It wouldn’t be so bad if their body wasn’t still very human and very breakable… and also they’re PREGNANT, so please STOP!!

This baby, honestly, could not come fast enough… Good thing demons don’t develop grey hairs… Poor guy…

Mammon

Noticed something was up when they were chatting out at RAD and they dodged a stray ball from Beel. 

They dodged a ball. From Beel. And he throws at, like, Mach 7 speed… And it didn’t even look hard!

… But being the dumbass that he is, he just thought they had gotten a lot better at their magic. It was Lucifer who saw something wasn’t right when the MC was actually holding their own against Mammon and Beel in a race.

Was thrilled by the news at first but then quickly learned that he must have infected them with Greed somehow…

They wouldn’t stop begging for new stuff! Sometimes for him or the baby, but mostly just whatever struck their fancy the second that they saw it.

He’d try to tell them no but then they’d look all sad or whine about hard it was to be pregnant and how they couldn’t do things like tie their shoes or stand for long periods of time or…

(Never mind the fact that they could bench-press Beel if they wanted to, no no, that didn’t matter.)

His nine months were pretty much spent pandering to Lucifer and Levi for more loans to keep his MC happy… and praying they’d snap out of it after the baby finally came because he CANNOT keep paying for their crap…! 😥

Leviathan

MC and Levi playing games in his room and one of their online matches got particularly heated… The MC may or may not be prone to gamer rage, but that night they got so frustrated that they snapped his controller in half like a toothpick…

They were too busy trying to frantically apologize to take notice of their sheer strength, but HE did. And he was thrilled!!

Like, sure, it sucks that he’d have to buy a new controller but that was So. Cool. Their strength was like something out of a shonen!! He was honestly fanboying too hard to question, “Wait a minute, how did they even get that strong??” The MC later went to Lucifer themselves to get it all got sorted out (really Levi was no help whatsoever) and man was he shocked by the news…

Though he was even more shocked by the sudden spike of jealousy that they seemed to exhibit afterward… Like, extreme “You better not leave my sight” level jealousy… 😣

One the one hand, he’s kind of into it because being alone with the MC is all he’s ever wanted!… but on the other hand, dude really wants some space… 

He tolerates the next nine months for three reasons: (1) He does honestly love the MC, (2) Watching them break (other people’s) stuff and fight demons with their bare hands will never stop being cool, and (3) He’s somewhat afraid of what they’d do if he tried to leave so…  😥

Let’s hope the effects are temporary…

Satan

Found out something was wrong when he and the MC went to the park. He saw an old acquaintance of his and left to go say hi but came back to find that the MC had uprooted an entire park bench to squash a nosy lesser demon…

Nothing, absolutely NOTHING, he’d ever read about humans told him that they were capable of that!

Figuring this has some kind of magic origin, he doesn’t bring them to Lucifer but to their resident human sorcerer instead, Solomon…

…and THAT bright idea ended up getting the MC magic tag-along throughout their pregnancy since Solomon wanted to make "a few” observations, the lying bastard… 🙄

Even more unfortunate though, is that the introduction of Wrath into their system also gave the MC an utterly monstrous temper which didn’t help their newfound strength at all…

Poor Satan gets saddled with caring for what amounts to a hair-triggered glass cannon… (though really it’s less protecting them from the world and the world from them 😣).

Needless to say, he’s lost quite a few bookcases over the next several months…

Asmodeus

It was another night with Asmo, so another night out clubbing. He and MC were together for most of the time, but they had left him briefly to get another round of drinks… and somehow got dragging into a straight up brawl in the process.

And they WON…

Asmo brought them right to Lucifer after that. Like, he loves you sweetie, but there were like ten lesser demons there and no way a little human like yourself could pull that off without something being up.

Oh he was overjoyed by the news, but the real test was yet to come… Who would give out first? The Avatar of Lust or a very, very, astronomically horny MC…?

In truth, no one in the House ever wants to talk about what happened for those next nine months ever again… The things they saw… The things they heard… Filthy, filthy things….. 😖

And more broken beds than anyone could care to count…

Let’s just say that they’re all happy the MC was already pregnant, otherwise they’d be dealing with a LOT more demon babies running around… What a hellscape that would be…

Beelzebub

The MC was helping him move some of his weights between rooms. They were only supposed to carry the lighter ones (which really weren’t that light) but they were carrying them so easily that the two got suspicious… They tried to lift one of his heaviest barbells and, to their amazement, they picked it up even easier than he could!

They both just kind of stared at each other for a few seconds before calmly agreeing to go find Lucifer. This probably wasn’t normal…

What pregnancy even was had to be explained to Beel since he doesn’t really understand humans and he only needed one thing confirmed…

So, they’re eating for two now?

And boy did they act like it! The MC’s appetite practically tripled as the months went on and he did his best to keep up for them. He even missed a meal or two for the first time in his life because he was so preoccupied making sure his MC had enough to eat… 😣

Their tastes also got weirder as time went on… At one point they asked for Solomon’s cooking which nearly had him “Nope-ing” out of the relationship right there. He stuck through it to make them happy, but he couldn’t watch them eat it… Even he has his limits, MC… 😟🤢

Wants the baby to come out already if for no other reason than he can finally go back to being the biggest eater of the House again. Having to work around two is a nightmare for everyone…

Belphegor

Would you believe he straight up didn’t know for weeks?

Like, they told him they were pregnant a while ago but all the pregnancy seemed to do was make them really sleepy…

Combine their naps with how often he’s dead to the world and it just never got brought up. 🤷‍♀️

That was until the day it was his turn to vacuum the common room and the MC was resting on the couch…

“MC, can you move? I need to get under there.”

“Hm? Oh, sure. Let me help.”

They then proceeded to get up and lift the couch with one hand like they were Beel or something!

He was, perhaps, slightly miffed that they didn’t think it was necessary to mention they had gotten a butt ton stronger for like a month, but you know…

Belphie has probably the easiest time managing his MC anyway because ALL they want to do is sleep. At most he just has to take on the responsibility to remind them to eat and move around a little.

Lucky bastard always gets off easy… 😖

[gaiuswrites]

Original Sin | Darksaber!Din

Pairing: Dark!Din x fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ older for the love of all things holy)

Word count: 3.4k~

Summary: Things change after Grogu leaves. People change. No one is exempt.

Warnings/tags: DUB CON?¿, masturbation (m and f), inappopriate use of darksaber, sex toy (...), Dark!Din, Dom!Din, sacrilegious references, really dark shit, i am so sorry

Update: This should go without saying, but as it turns out, it’s in need of being said: every word written in this fic is my own; any likeness to any other work is coincidence, regardless of how bizarre. I don’t mean to offend anyone or raise suspicion, as I am certainly not a plagiarist (literally couldn’t be even if I tried: I am equal parts too incompetent, too busy, and too lazy to steal from someone else. Fellow writers can attest, I’m an absolute garbage reader and fall behind on almost everyone’s work. There’s an embarrassing amount I haven’t read.) Please reach out to me personally if you have any concerns. I respect everyone here like you wouldn’t believe. Sending love to you all. Be well. ✨

Notes: When I go to hell (it really is only a matter of timing, and not so much a question of if anymore), this fic will rank number one on the list of reasons why I’m sent to my eternal timeout. This... I'm twisted. I have issues. God help us. Seriously, this is basically a horror show. I bow down to the Darksaber!Din content creators who came before me, and the original artwork that inspired me to write this— thank you for lighting this (descending, dirty) path. I HAVE TAGGED A FEW PEOPLE HERE WHO MAY OR MAY NOT BE INTERESTED but really— REALLY— there’s absolutely no pressure. Cheers friends x ( gif credit: @skyshipper )

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The days stretch long like morning yawns—hours passing on creaky bones, slow and congealed inside the metal womb of the Crest.

It wasn’t always this way.

They used to be filled with pitter pattering— with wily antics and vanishing acts that could baffle even the most veteran of illusionists— with prying frogs from tiny, green hands and giggling as blocks and baubles floated through the hull. Laughter. There used to be laughter here.

But that was then. The child is gone now. The Razor Crest is quiet.

Time fills itself like this; there’s little for you to do now but wait. Wait for the dusk to blur into the dawn. Wait for your food to cook. Wait for the shower to warm. Wait for the parts you ordered to arrive at the port. Wait for Din to come back—to come home.

Home. You used to be so certain—you’d bite the head off anyone who questioned otherwise— but you’re not so sure this is home anymore. Its not that anything has changed. No, the galley, the carbonite pods, the cockpit, the deck—it’s all still here. The scuffed walls, the durasteel, the littered crates and packed arsenal. But—

It’s different. It feels different. Something is...

off.

You can’t quite put your finger on it. Its intangible, but it’s everywhere—like gas. Invisible to the naked eye, but encircling you all the same. Choking you.

Killing you.

There’s no good explanation for it. You feel eyes on you when there are none. You find yourself glancing over your shoulder, knowing full well you are alone. Something keeps snagging you, pulling at an unseen thread. The corners of your peripherals tugging at you. Beckoning.

Was that a shadow? No.

Is someone there? It’s just you.

There is a tickle at your ear - a constant - dancing along the shell of it. Wherever you go, it follows.

Home home home. It only feels like home when Din is there, safe and sound at your side. But even then, even Din—in all of his plated exterior—even Din has succumbed. Even Din has

changed.

The truth is, Grogu left and a part of Din left with him. There’s less of him now— more, too: there’s less where it matters, and there’s more where there shouldn’t be.

You don’t remember when it started—when he first disappeared. When the spark in him died, and he was reignited anew.

When this Other became.

On multiple occasions you’ve caught him murmuring into the bellied dark of the Crest with a bent spine, hunched over himself as if he’s shrinking—enveloping in in in as far as the beskar along his chest will allow him to cave. You can never pick up what he mutters, but you catch the sounds of his teeth and lips brushing together, hissing. It’s not Basic; you’d recognize it if it were. You don’t think its Mando’a either. It’s too sharp— too vile. There’s none of his language’s elegance in it.

“Did you say something?” You asked once, poking your head around the doorway, eyes resting on the shine of his helmet.

A beat—and slowly, he unfurled, rearing to his full height and like a sentinel he swiveled, pivoting to face you.

“No.”

Your throat bobbed. “Oh, I-I thought I heard-”

“Come here, mesh’la.”

And you did. You always do.

The darksaber appeared on his belt one day, shortly after the child went away. It came, only once, and there it stays. Indistinguishable - inseparable - there is no dismembering the two. It accompanies him in all things; when he pilots, when he hunts, when he eats. It sleeps by him.

By you, too.

Din has always been stoic—of scant words and physical timing—but now he is a golem. A silent, shrouded figure. His Creed is broken, and you wonder maybe - briefly - if Din is broken as well. He is never unkind to you. He is never threatening. But he is never him. His eyes— the oaky comfort you once found in them— have blackened. He is a pit.

Din Djarin is a pit of a man.

And within that pit he has born rage. Immaculately, it has sprung from him as woman did by Adam’s rib. Like mold growing upon stale fruit does he have this—this wrath. It crept through him. It stalked along his soft flesh— his tawny hide—and it waited; patient, there in the shadows, it waited for him. Waited for him to turn his back, to close his eyes and drop his guard— leeway, an entrance— as to slip in undetected.

To inhabit.

The virtue and love that once thrummed within the heart of him has burned away. Charred. Only this of him remains; this insatiable lust— for blood sport, for the promise of split knuckles and fractured bone, for you.

For all of you.

Now, Din goes out on bounties like he needs it—like it’s oxygen. He lives off it. He’s sustained by the rush, by the adrenaline laced chemicals pumping through his arteries. He’s gone for days and weeks on end and when he returns, he fucks you like he’s been starved. Out in the wilderness without a morsel to eat, he devours you. He’s ravenous as he tears his way across your body—all too pliant for him, all too willing—letting him feast on the nectar dripping from your heat.

You can feel it in his foot steps as he storms the ship, the bassy echo of it. You can see it in the pitch of his visor. You can feel it in his cock as he slams into you, night after night after night—ceaselessly. Tirelessly. Unnaturally. The number of orgasms he wrings out of you is countless—his need so incurable, you have to fight to stay above it all; you have to war against your urge to slip away completely.

Din is one grey choice - one hair trigger - from coming undone.

And you should be scared. You should be terrified—he should terrify you. Like scalding water, you should flinch away at the mere sight of him—at the warning steam that rises from his pauldrons. This predator, unhinged and off his leash—a great, crushing beast at which you are at the mercy of.

But— you aren’t.

You couldn’t place it at first: the gnawing. The gnawing at your insides like maggots festering upon a grizzled carcass hanging limp at a wet market. You couldn’t name the tremor in your gut. You gave it epithets as best you could, you gave it placeholders - fear, worry, intrigue - all until one day it spilled. One day it seeped past the tremble of your stomach and sank lower, lower,

lower.

It settled in your cunt—the gnawing. And you named it Want.

You want him. You want this—you’re addicted to it. This sin like led-lined velvet, you want to roll in it until it poisons you, until you’re smothered with it, just like it’s smothering you now— blanketing you as you mewl naked in your bed, knees knocked together. Your eyes roll back into your skull as you frantically work circles into your clit with the all consuming thought of him: his teeth at your shoulders, his hand around your windpipe.

You’re nearing your finish, the promise of that tight coil unraveling there - there - right before you. You’re so enrapt in it—in this dizzying, wanton act—you don’t register the ramp lowering. You don’t hear the carbonite chamber whir, his quarry freezing over, or his foot falls sounding their way to your bunk.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

You gasp, frightened eyelids wrenching open as his baritone timbre crackles through the hull. The Mandalorian stands there, backlit by the glow from the galley and he looms—expressionless. Haunting. You blink at him rapidly, batting away the desire that’s glazed over your eyes.

“Y-You’re back,” you stutter lamely. You try to smile. You try to distract him. “I uhm, I didn’t hear you come in. I thought you wouldn’t be back until, u-until..."

Your excuses fade, mouth parched dry. The film of his visor gives you nothing. He is unknowable, but you feel it - sense it - that energy—unbridled and rippling off of him in sick, suffocating waves.

“I’ll ask you again,” Din starts.

“What-" he steps towards you, darksaber hanging heavy at his hip, “do you think-" you shimmy up your cot, shoulder blades digging into the steel sidings, “you’re doing?”

Your heart thunders against your chest, beating until you’re sure it’ll burst.

“I’m-"

I’m sorry you almost say, and you have to force yourself to gulp down the apology. You know he doesn’t want it, and he knows you wouldn’t mean it even if you offered it to him.

Your brow wavers. “I-"

He rips away the sheet you had drawn up over you and reflexively you jerk back, revealing the gloss on your fingers and the patch of hair above your mound, shimmering shamefully—exposing you, mocking you under the dim lights.

“What’s this?” he asks, and fuck he’s patronizing you. He’s smirking—you don’t have to see it, you can hear it in the curving lilt of his voice as he drinks in the sight of your very obvious indiscretion, laid bare before him. You can’t bring yourself to answer him—you can hardly look at him—and you bristle, hair on your arm prickling up.

“You fuck yourself speechless, little one?”

Your cunt throbs, burning and contracting around the orgasm that was snatched away from you and fuck, you’re drowning in him. Din is tar—he’s an oil slick, and you’re plummeting through it—gasping for air, for the surface, for sunlight. He’s everywhere—his broad frame, his voice, his scent like copper and smoke. You can barely breathe through the thick of him.

“Answer me,” he growls, leather croaking at the clench of his fist.

“Yes—yes,” you utter, proceeding with honesty, no matter how pathetic. “I missed you,” you squeak out.

Din cocks his head, a smug look scowled onto his visor. “You missed me?” he purrs through a sneer and you nod, precious and small, worrying the inside of your lip.

He sinks one leg and then the other onto your bedroll, just between your parted feet, kneeling before you. The flimsy spring mattress squeals under his weight—all of that armor, all of that boiling soot trapped within him.

“How much?”

For a moment, you must look confused. Puzzled. Your eyebrows furrow as Din unclips the saber from his belt, rolling it over in his hand. You rake your gaze up from it, dilated pupils landing on the unforgiving black panel there.

“You claim you missed me. Prove it.”

Your cunt bottoms out.

He crouches over you, tracing along your inner thighs with it's steel shaft and you bury your fists into the cot. You don't know which to look at: Din or the rod in his hand. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you trust me.”

Fuck, it feels like you’re going to rattle apart. There isn’t an inch of you that isn’t humming—isn’t seizing up wild. “I-I trust you,” you mouth softly. And you do, whether you should or not—you trust him with your life, to make or ruin.

“Fuck, you’re wet mesh'la,” he appraises darkly, leaning in to run a leathered digit through your seam, parting your curls. Your legs twitch, heels of your feet digging into the bed. “So ready for me. So eager."

Your eyes dance frenetically down to the handle and back up to him as he aligns the saber with your pussy. The blunt end of it touches your lips and you shudder, instinctually fidgeting away from it. Din splays his hand on your knee, anchoring you in place. “Shh,” he coos, rubbing a thumb soothingly into your skin. It doesn’t feel sweet. It feels sickly, cloying— like arsenic.

You don’t dare breathe as he prods the shaft into you, inch by terrible inch. It doesn’t matter how slicked and wet you are from touching yourself, your walls strangle the foreign intrusion. Your body resists.

“Fuck,” you sob. Your throat, your pussy, all of it— it’s all compacted. It feels so fucking tight, both words and air fighting to get out and in all at once—everything inside you constricting.

“Show me,” he grits through clenched teeth. “Show me how much you missed me.” He drags his gloved digit over your clit, pressing down onto it until you see stars, fizzing in front of your vision. “I know you can take it, sweet girl. Be good and show me.”

Be good. Be good for him. Be his only vice.

He continues to swirl at your bundle of nerves and you’re nearly thrashing with it— with all of this— hair fanned and mussed against the pillow as you writhe, swallowing his saber to the hilt. Fuck, you’re so full. Maker, you’re stuffed with it; with the cold, uneven edges, the ridges woven into the grip of it— and he slowly - tortuously - delves the handle in and out of you, hitting against your cervix with every thrust.

You can only mumble. Your lips have gone slack, your mind is cavernous. All you can do is quiver and beg— beg for release. Beg for it to end.

Beg for more.

“Oh gods, oh g- Maker, please—”

Your bleary eyes shoot open as you’re silenced by the grip of his gloved hand.

“No.” Din pinches your jaw in the web of his palm, fingertips dimpling your cheeks. “No, your God isn’t here,” he seethes, low and deadly, graphite venom dripping from his lips. “Pray to me.”

Fuck.

Trembling, your lips pucker ugly and sloppy as you babble uselessly in his stony grasp, chin crinkling with a whimper. “D-Din.”

He inhales sharply, mouth snaking into a wicked grin behind his helm. “That’s it. That’s my good girl.”

He’s deboning you as he would a fish. Practiced, he plucks you into messy pieces—gutting you through your open maw. His ministrations are crawled. They’re slothed and carnal with arrogance and pride and it’s not enough—its all together too much, but still—it’s not enough. You’re hungry. You paw at him, scraping over his breastplate.

“Din, please—more," you gasp feverishly, eyes blown wide.

A blip of static huffs through his modulator. “You want more, you filthy little thing?” He gives you another squeeze, indenting scorch marks into your face.

You nod—you try to, his grasp is too firm, rooting your neck to still. “Yes.”

Din groans, all but obliging you as he begins to fuck you harder, pistoning through you as he thumbs your nub with his rough pad.

“Din-”

You’re whining now, tinny and depraved. It’s wrong. Every part, every second of this, is wrong. Immoral. But you can’t stop the way your body convulses at his every touch—you can’t stop the heat roiling in your core.

“Din, Din baby- fuck fuck fuck-”

It’s like he’s trying to split you in two—all of you. Your pussy, your mind, your soul—he’s bisecting you. Divvying you up to bits of nothing. It’s only then that horrid realization occurs to you, winding through your addled haze as he fucks you deep and splintering: you’ll never be whole again.

And scarier still—you don’t think you want to be.

No, you want to be these loathsome shards. You want to be broken glass. You want to draw blood.

You want to be possessed by him.

“Fuck yourself,” he pants, his cock straining violently against his trousers, begging for relief. “Be good and fuck yourself. Let me watch.”

Be good be good be good

He leaves your clit and you whimper at the loss. Your face is stained with tears. The salty trails cascade down to mingle into your hair, into the sheets. You’re vibrating, but you do as he says and you reach down, recoiling when you touch the chilled metal tip. Tentatively, you pad along it, settling on the end that’s peeking out from you.

A pained sound rumbles through Din as you wrap your fist around the saber, and your eyes flit up to meet his, hidden somewhere behind his helm. Hurriedly he unbuttons his pants in a flourish and removes himself from his constraints. He’s pulsing and proud, flexing up against his stomach, the veins choked to bulge along the angry, silken shaft of him.

Finally, you begin to move the hilt—finding an aching, undulating rhythm and he can’t fucking take it. He rips his helmet off, letting it clatter to the floor.

“Din,” your pray, “Din, I think I’m going to-”

You’re wrecked – fried like a livewire– as you look for him, as you search and search—for that warmth, for a trace of him left there. The Din you knew, the Din you agreed to fly with all those months ago, the Din you love. You think you see it sometimes—in the slant of his mouth, the bridge of his nose— but here, now, he is gone.

He is a pit.

Din Djarin is a pit of a man, and you want nothing more than to fall. Standing on the ledge of him, staring down into the abyss—you want this. You want to fall. You want to jump.

“Tell me you’re mine. Tell me, sweet girl— tell me.” He’s fucking his fist raw, humping into his palm as desperate as an animal.

“I’m yours,” you mewl. Furiously rubbing your clit with one hand and spearing yourself on the rod of his saber with the other, your hips buck and spasm. You snap. A blinding light sears through you, ricocheting off every scrap of muscle and tendon sewed up in your body. “Just for you,” you cry, “I’m yours I’m yours I’m yours—”

Your ragged sobs mix with the lewd slaps of skin as Din pumps himself, hot ropes of his release spitting onto you— painting your pussy, the divot of your navel, coating along the slope of your tummy.

“Look at you—fucking, look at you,” he moans throatily, easing through his rough strokes as he softens.

Your chest is heaving and you feel dumb, empty—like a puppet, arms and legs moving on phantom strings. Din removes the handle from you with a wet squelch; a viscous strand of your juices clings on, obscenely connecting your pussy to the base of it, and you rasp—the wind punched out of you with its gaping absence. You gush. It dribbles out the slit of you, leaking past your abused hole and soaking into the bedroll.

When he unsheathed the saber from your scabbard, he took a part of you with it. You’re so fucked out—you’re practically a parsec away— it went unnoticed.

Undetected.

It brushed past you. You didn’t feel it—you didn’t recognize the whisper that has slithered in in it’s place, nestling within your swollen folds.

Breeding there.

“Beautiful,” Din murmurs, placing it on the mattress beside your head, the chrome of it gleaming with your slick. He bows his head to lick a path up your cunt, laving you clean as he climbs higher and higher, tonguing off his seed from your stippled skin. “Fucking beautiful, mesh’la,” he growls. “Mine—all fucking mine.”

You’ve gone heavy. You’re too heavy to keep your eyes open—you’ve been hollowed out and you’ve got nothing keeping you tethered here. You start slipping under in slow motion—intervals between languid blinks lasting longer and longer. You’re spooled in a knot of tangled limbs with Din’s mouth, fervent and needy, flaying you open as he sees fit— with his hot mouth and teeth, suckling your breasts, biting at your nipples and bruising your pretty neck.

It’s not long before you hear it again, as you have before— as you always do: the faint caressing of speech, of lips forming language you cannot understand—made indecipherable in your strung out high.

“D’you say something?” you mumble, half conscious—half dreaming.

Din laps a long stripe up your throat, his stubble sanding your skin. “No.”

You sigh, breathy and girlish, as his fingers find your mound, dipping into you once again. He makes you cum twice more that evening. You barely have the strength to watch him do it.

/

Finally, when he’s satisfied—when he’s spent with driving you mad, making you rile— he grants you respite. He permits it – generous, charitable - and you sleep like the dead, soundly through the night until—

until you don’t.

Eyes. You feel them somewhere— there are eyes on you. You stir, stuttering in your sleep to squirm in the dark. You don’t know what you’re listening to at first. It’s a sound of some kind, a noise. There is a hiss—

A frigid hand seizes around the bloody organ pulsing in your ribcage.

No, not a hiss—it’s a voice. It’s— no-

You pat around for Din beside you but he’s gone—he’s long gone and his vacant spot has grown cold without him—and your nails dig into the sheets, desperately clawing into the fabric.

Inside you.

The voice, the sharp hush of it—it’s inside you. It speaks from inside your own mind, its forked tongue fluttering against your ear.

‘Wake up, sweet girl.’

/

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[lonely-lost-soul]

First Lady of the Court

Part 3: Ghostbur (C!Wilbur Soot x reader)

A worn journal was opened, the pages faded and yellowing, a pen was placed on the parchment and the owner began to write. The sun rose over the horizon, and the wind nipped at the writer's skin, but they didn’t feel it. They didn’t feel many of life's sensations anymore, sometimes he felt warmth but it was always fleeting. He titled the page:

"Things I Remember", by Ghostbur

-The smell of bread

- L'Manberg

- The Revolution

- Bullying Tommy (he's a child)

- Sparring with Techno as a kid

- The wind

- Being president

- People cheering for me

- Fundy growing up

- Niki

- (Y/N) becoming my first lady

- The van

- Tubbo building everything

- Phil protecting me

- Sally the salmon

- (Y/N) the new love of my life

- (Y/N) adoring Fundy and treating him as her own

- Philza stabbing me to death with a sword

- A large explosion

-(Y/N) crying for me, I don’t like when she’s sad

- The taste of salt

- Air in my lungs

- Winning the election

- A ravine

- Techno's armory

- Books

- Tunnels

- Arrows

- ./..

-

- I don't know

The ghost’s head snapped up to attention, up until a few months ago he was lost in a void of darkness. Pieces were coming back together for him, he was once Wilbur Soot the president of the country he fought and died for, but now he didn’t have a purpose. He wanted to find Fundy, Tommy and Phil let them know he was here and alright, well alright for a ghost. But most importantly he wanted to find (Y/N), her cries wouldn’t leave his head. It was bad, a bad, bad memory, he’d taken to holding pieces of blue to make him feel better, but even that didn’t help his mood.

Eventually, Wilbur had found Fundy, who wasn’t that thrilled to see him, much to his disappointment. When he found Tommy he was slightly more thrilled and Phil seemed to be relieved yet mournful, Wilbur didn’t understand why, he did a good thing. However he had yet to find her, Phil seemed to be the only one who knew but he was giving him nothing. He didn’t know why was it because you didn’t want to see him? The thought made him want to cover himself in blue and beg for forgiveness. He managed to find a brand new buddy in his mourning, a blue sheep he had dubbed Friend. You would love her, (Y/N) adored sheep she would love Friend, she could be a forgiveness gift. Yet, nobody would tell the ghost where you were no matter how much he begged and pleaded, he watched as his once-prosperous country got rebuilt. Tubbo was doing a fantastic job as president, everyone seemed happy and Ghostbur accepted that fact.

A few days ago, Ghostbur sensed something was wrong. Phil was acting weirdly distant and even though Tubbo was trying to dodge his questions, he couldn’t fathom what was going on, until he saw you. You had come in wearing Alivebur’s old jacket and Ghostbur immediately froze, your hair was slightly messy and you looked tired. You were still you, same gorgeous, beautiful you, if his heart was still beating it would’ve skipped a beat. The only difference he could find was that your eyes looked deader than his own, and he was a ghost, it made him ache terribly. He wanted to float towards you, to welcome you with open arms but for some reason, he hesitated. He watched as Phil made his way over to you, he wrapped you in a hug and you hugged him back, the two made some small talk before Phil rubbed the back of his neck. Your brow furrowed and he watched you blink in surprise, you looked over Phil’s shoulder and right through Wilbur. The ghost would’ve flushed if he had blood, instead he settled on fiddling with the cuffs of his sweater before holding up a hand in a wave. You stumbled back away from him looking over at Phil who gave a little nod, Wilbur watched you shake your head and his heart sunk. His father reached out to you and your face scrunched up, you were hissing at him, clearly pissed off. Phil whacked you on the back of his head and you glared at the older man, Wilbur felt a small nudge on his arm, it was Friend. He took a shaky breath and ran his fingers through her wool, at least she had his back, when he looked up again you were marching over to him.

God, you were hot when you were mad.

“(Y/n)! Darling! It’s good to see you-”

“You son of a bitch!” You spat at him, eyes suddenly blazing with life and fire, Ghostbur felt himself falter and shrink into himself. “You think you can just come back here after what you did to us! How you treated us, how you treated me!” Ghostbur’s face fell, he didn’t remember hurting you, he refused to remember that memory, but the way he clutched his blue said enough. “I loved you! I wanted to marry you!” You choked out suddenly deflating as tears began to well in your eyes, you cursed and covered your face with your sleeve. “I cannot believe I’m crying right now.”

“You need some blue?” Wilbur said in a soft, tender voice different than you last remembered. You looked out over your sleeve finally taking in his ghostly appearance, he was wearing his big, round glasses, eyes a soft grey. Blue seemed to be pooling in the edges almost like tears, he had a shaky smile on his features, the yellow sweater he wore was one you’ve never seen before, a large red gash sat on his chest. He watched you swallow thickly and take a step back from him, “I don’t remember what happened to make you hate me so dear.” His voice quivered and he heard you whimper, “But I am so sorry...you can call me Ghostbur, I want to be different from Alivebur. Though his love for you still lives in me.”

Ghostbur watched you let out a heart-wrenching sob as you fell to your knees in front of him. You were clutching the L’manburg pin on your lapel, knuckles white, hands shaking in petrification. He floated beside you and wrapped you up in his arms, the hug wasn’t unwelcome but it was cold, Wilbur knew you’d feel no warmth from it but he hoped it’d bring you some form of comfort.

“I missed you. So much,” You admitted with a sniff, and Ghostbur couldn’t help but smile sadly.

“I missed you too,” He ran a hand through your hair and you leaned into the apparition's ghostly touch. Ghostbur glanced up at Phil who had a tense smile on his face as he nodded slightly at the ghost, it read don’t hurt her again, and Wilbur nodded. “Where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you, you need to meet Friend!” His eyes lit up a little as he looked around for his blue sheep, “You’ll love her!”

“I’ve been living with Fundy,” You answered his question and his brows furrowed, but Fundy had told him he had no idea where you lived. “We’ve been taking care of one another, just like I promised you we would,” You responded flatly, your voice had a flat affect and Wilbur shuffled uncomfortably in the air.

Where was your spark? Your lust for life and the good things? Was this his fault?

No. No, it couldn’t have been, he refused to accept that outcome.

Alivebur loved you just as much as Ghostbur did, he felt that love so deep in his being it was almost suffocating. So, he’d never hurt you, you don’t hurt the people you love and that’s a fact. So why were you so sad?

“That’s weird. Fundy said he couldn’t find you!” Ghostbur huffed, shaking his head at his son's actions, “My silly, little champion.”

“Ghostbur don’t call him that, he doesn’t like it.” You stated gruffly crossing your arms and his frown only deepened,

“What do you mean he doesn’t like it? Of course, he likes it, he loves it!”

“No Wil he doesn’t. Stop it.” You hissed and he flinched, your face fell a little and you turned away from him. You shoved your hands in the pockets of the jacket, “I need a smoke.” You muttered and his jaw dropped,

“That’s bad for you! You know that!”

“So what? It makes me fucking feel better. You’re not my Wilbur. Stop pretending you give a shit about me.”

“I do care! I love you!” He argued desperately, “I know I’m not him. I can never be him but that doesn’t mean I love you any less. His love transferred to me, please...give me a chance.” You looked at him up and down and he’s never felt more terrified in his entire existence, he needed your hope, he could fix you.

“You don’t understand how much he hurt me.” You whispered completely vulnerable, “he went crazy, blew up a nation, and left me alone.”

He. Meaning Alivebur, Ghostbur was glad he was distinguishing the difference between the both of them. He didn’t remember doing that to you, after all, Ghostbur didn’t do that to you.

“I’ll never leave you alone. I can promise you that, with my whole heart I swear it.” He took your hands within his own, he knew you could barely feel his touch. You closed your eyes for a minute before reopening them,

“I’ll give you one chance. One. So help me god, if you ruin that chance I will never speak to you again. That’s a promise.”

Ghostbur swallowed thickly, nerves prickling at his entire being, “I won’t waste that chance, my dear.” You gave a stern nod and rubbed the back of your neck with a tired sigh,

“So...Friend?”

Ghostbur’s entire demeanor changed as he introduced you to the blue sheep that had taken a rather strong liking to him. The sheep nuzzled at your chest sniffing at your clothing choice, you hesitated a little before running your fingers through her wool.

“She’s very soft.”

“I know right!” he chimed wrapping his arms tight around his sheepy buddy, he buried his face in her wool. Ghostbur saw a weary smile spread across your face which made him smile back at you in return.

Maybe this could still work out for the both of you.

Months went by and you had set up residence outside of New L’manburg, everyone understood why you couldn’t make a permanent home out of the new country after everything that occurred there. In between watching over an exiled Tommy, Ghostbur would come by and visit you, even though you hated to admit it the ghost of your former lover had won you over. He was just so innocent so unlike the man who blew up his own country, so much like the goofball you had originally fallen in love with, you were enraptured. When New L’manburg blew up you weren’t surprised, there was a dull ache in your heart when you heard the news from a sobbing Ghostbur but you couldn’t feel sympathy. What you did feel sympathy about though was Phil’s uncaring attitude towards Friend, it was the first time you heard Ghostbur get legitimately angry.

It scared you more than you wanted to admit.

Even so, you confronted your former lover; he didn’t like sadness and tried to push the feeling away. You tried to comfort him the best way you could but he insisted he was fine opting to take his blue and forget his sadness. That was another thing, his quote on quote blue, it never did sit right with you. Hurt, sadness, and pain are hard emotions to face but they create character and depth and ultimately shouldn’t just be forgotten so easily, after all, how will you ever learn from your mistakes if you don’t experience sadness. Ghostbur didn’t want to hear your reasoning and still took towards using the blue, you eventually gave up trying to convince him otherwise.

You were sitting outside on your porch, rocking on your porch swing a cup of cocoa in your hand. Ghostbur was sitting beside you, head on your shoulder humming a soft tune to himself,

“Darling?”

“Hm?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Ghostbur had asked so innocently it made your heart leap into your throat. Thoughts of Wilbur and his betrayal flashed across your mind, you wanted to scream and say no. That you’ll never let someone like that hurt you again, you were too strong, you opened your mouth but the hope in Ghostbur’s eyes made you close your mouth. This wasn’t the Wilbur you knew, this was Ghostbur, sure he was the ghost of Wilbur but they were so different. Ghostbur made you happy, he made you remember what it was like to be a good person, made you remember what it was like when you first met Wilbur. He made you smile and laugh, and he genuinely adored and cared for your happiness. You found yourself uttering a soft okay before your brain could comprehend your decision, the smile that lit up across Ghostbur’s face was illuminating. He floated over to you and cupped your cheeks, his pale hands were freezing, but it felt good against your scalding hot cheeks. Ghostbur’s eyes softened as he stroked your cheeks with his thumbs, he leaned forward and captured your lips in a soft kiss, the kiss was cold but not unpleasant. You felt him melt against you, and press desperately on to your lips, you couldn’t help but let out a little giggle you felt him pull away. He had the cutest pout on his pale lips,

“Don’t giggle at my kisses!” Ghostbur sounded so offended, you only laughed harder. “Stopppppppp,” he whined leaning against you dramatically.

“I’m sorry Ghostbur.” You covered your mouth with your hand, “You’re just too cute.”

You watched him freeze at your genuine compliment, a smile broke across his features,

“No, you’re cute!” Ghostbur cooed floating around you and wrapping his arms tight around your waist. You leaned into his touch with bright red cheeks,

“You’re a goofball,” You whispered softly, he nuzzled his face into your hair,

“I love you.” You froze in his arms and tensed up, reality crashing back onto all at once. Did you really kiss your dead lover's ghost? The lover who was a fucking asshole to you and blew up an entire country.

Not a girl boss moment.

“You don’t have to say it back,” Ghostbur was quick to add, “I know how hard this is for you. There’s no pressure with me my dear, I just want you to know how I feel.” He pressed the sweetest of kisses to the side of your head. Tears gathered in the corner of your eyes, not out of sadness, out of shock. You couldn’t believe Ghostbur was once Wilbur, the same man you yelled and screamed at you before his death, Ghostbur was wonderful. Ghostbur was kind and sweet, gentle and tender, one day you’d be ready to say you love him, just not yet, not when everything is so fresh.

“Thank you Ghostbur. You don’t know how much that means to me.”

“Anything for you my dear.”

Months turned into years and you had officially fallen in love with your clingy ghost and his blue sheep. You knew he loved you to absolute bits, there were many occasions where Phil and Technoblade came up to you and begged you to get Ghostbur to stop gushing about you. You only turned red and smiled fondly, they scoffed but ruffled your hair, overall both were happy to see you smiling again. You hadn’t kept up with the dramas of the SMP, all your information was from Ghostbur, which happened to be not all that reliable.

You loved him but he was so naive, Tommy and Tubbo had defeated Dream, taken two of his cannon lives, and locked him in Sam’s prison. When Ghostbur told you a smile overtook your features, finally the bastard was getting what he deserved.

Isolation.

Tommy was growing closer with Ghostbur again too, which you couldn’t help but be happy about, he too deserved to heal from the trauma Wilbur had inflicted. You trusted Tommy, even when everyone else didn’t you tried to have his back and showed you he cared in his own weird way. Which mostly meant not stealing your shit, which you weren’t complaining about, today, however, he seemed tense. You both were walking the Prime Path on your way back to your abode, Tommy was loud and rambling, but they were different from his usual ramblings.

“Tommy?”

“What is it, women? I’m in the middle of my heroic story!”

“Are you alright?” You glanced at him out of the corner of your eyes and saw him go rigid. He cleared his throat shaking away his nerves,

“Fuck you talking about? Of course, I’m okay bitch. Don’t interrupt me again!” He scoffed nose high in the air, you narrowed your eyes and he shrunk under your gaze. “I just…” He rubbed the back of his neck, you thought about his resurrection and assumed it had something to do with that, your gaze drifted to the white streaks littering his hair.

“Hey...it’s okay. Just know I’m here for you,” You assured with a smile. You reached up to squeeze his shoulder, he looked shocked at the affectionate gesture,

“Obviously I know that! Don’t assume things bitch!” Tommy shouted shaking off your hand, you shook your head with a smile and let Tommy continue his story. If the young boy wanted to tell you, he would on his own terms. That night Ghostbur had come home absolutely shaking with excitement,

“Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo said we’re going on an adventure tonight!” Ghostbur was absolutely glowing, you couldn’t help but smile faintly at his antics.

“Don’t have too much fun.” You chastised teasingly, ghostbur giggled in delight as you pressed a kiss to his cold skin. “Stay safe, don’t let them bully you too much.”

“They don’t bully me,” he huffed but he leaned in for another kiss. Ghostbur had discovered he loved your kisses, even though they were probably cold to you all he felt was warmth. If he was a hybrid like his son his tail would be wagging, and if he was alive he’d be bright red. “I love you (y/n), of course, I’ll stay safe. I promised you I’d never leave you remember?”

You flushed and nodded, “I remember. I’ll see you when you get home.”

“Until then my dear!” He took your hand within his own and kissed the tops of your knuckles. You flushed pink and he sent you a cheeky grin,

“Get out of here loverboy! Don’t keep the children waiting!” You shouted as he floated out the door with a giant wave,

“I’ll be sending you kisses!”

“Ghostbur oh my god, go already!” You giggled with a fond roll of your eyes, he laughed loudly and floated out the door.

You should’ve told him you loved him. It’s okay, there would always be tomorrow.

You were getting ready for bed when Tubbo called you over the walkie-talkie, he was frantically apologizing and pleading for you to come to the crater that was L’manburg. Tommy then stole the walkie talking and started shouting about Ghostbur and your heart sink into your chest. He didn’t make a whole lot of sense but you put on a coat over your pajamas and ran in the direction of the once-prosperous nation. When you got there Tubbo and Tommy were a mess, Ranboo was trying to calm them down and Friend looked uncomfortable.

Where was Ghostbur?

You opened your mouth to call out to the boys when a pair of arms snuck around your waist. They were warm and real, pale hands caressed your abdomen,

“Hi, darling. Did you miss me?” Warm lips handed on your neck, “I missed you.”

Wilbur was back.

~~~ @blossom-702 @mayempress @thatguythatsshy

[jaeminscoffee]

Knee highs and short skirts | N. Jm

Pairing- Na Jaemin x reader

Genre- Smut, fluff, college!au

Word count- 3.82k

Warning(s)- nsfw, softdom!Jaemin, pretty pwp, corruption kink, slight voyeurism? (they make out in public) possessiveness, dacryphilia (getting aroused by one crying or sobbing), fingering (for prep), unprotected sex (play it safe y'all this is a fiction), slightly inexperienced?reader, unintentional overstimulation (unintentional LMAOO), pretty filthy i say. Lyra back at it with smuts lol

Synopsis- It was hard to imagine that all it took was skirts and high knee socks and cute little jumpy girls for Jaemin to get highly turned on, but here we are.

Type- requested!

@kpopscape​

It was hard to imagine that all it took was skirts and high knee socks and cute little jumpy girls for Jaemin to get highly turned on. 

Watching you as you entered the campus had always been a sort of daily serotonin boost for Jaemin. More like, watching you smile and wave at every passing acquaintance regardless of the fact whether you spoke with them or not was a serotonin boost for Jaemin. You were extremely intriguing. 

You're a jolly person, an extreme extrovert, shy at first glance of course but nevertheless outgoing, you'd had little to no problem at all at making friends. Your close ones called you the human magnet and most would agree to it. Could you help it? Company is always better than being alone (unless preferred to be alone).

The first time Jaemin saw you was when you came into the campus first bumping into not his, but a very pissed Jeno's back in a very cliché way which resulted in him accidentally pour out his anger on you, which led to Jaemin having to find you later in the day to apologize on Jeno's behalf. That experience had a very interesting impression on the two lads, well, a not too positive impression on Jeno but the opposite for Jaemin. 

The next time Jaemin saw you was in his philosophy class, and god bless you and your perfect complexion complimenting all your curves and edges and oh of course, that cute black and white knee high socks that you wore with a skirt a little too short for him to stay sane and a sweatshirt loose enough to give you adorable sweater paws. That's when wanting to see you on a daily basis became Jaemin's sole reason to attend college. 

The next time was weeks into talking to each other, getting comfortable to a point where you went over to each other's house, exchanged numbers, went on small platonic dates and where your friendship started to turn into a touchy one, and you absolutely loved it. Well, Jaemin loved it more than you. Watching your face flush when he'd place his hands comfortably a little too close to there on your thigh had him feel sorts of emotions he's never felt. How your eyes would widen each time he'd place playfull kisses on your cheeks, or when he pulled you onto his lap to cuddle up closer when watching a movie or two, Jaemin lived for your reaction. 

Weeks after that was at a small dinner send off party of sort by one of your friends for the senior batch, where seeing you in a white body fitting turtleneck full sleeve with a grey skirt consisting of blue hue with a plain white knee high sock had him crave you more than before. When the occasional touches and kisses turned into a form of self destruction for Jaemin and those longing touches turned into a want to take it up a notch. 

And maybe it's the fact that Jaemin genuinely seemed intriguing to you, or the slight intoxicity you felt after a glass of not that strong of drink went down your throat, making you want to comply with everything Jaemin wanted. The expression he wore of pure bliss and satisfaction had you feeling proud of yourself. Like you're doing the right thing, like standing in a hallway beside your classmates bedroom with his hands around your waist in a vise grip, face inches away from colliding into a passionate kiss where anyone could bump into you two was a right thing to do. Like not caring about the all 'good mean no bad' girl image you'd formed to fade away in front of your classmates and probably next the entire campus was the right thing to do. 

The next time, well, this moment right now when you went over with him to his studio apartment hand in hand after evening lectures, it had been nearly impossible for Jaemin to keep his hands to himself. How your lips pucker into a pout complaining about all the workload you have, how you jump up in excitement at the sudden strike of another topic you want to discuss with him, or how you seemed so dreamy in general and all Jaemin could do was stare at you with an expression of pure admiration, desire and want to change the whole innocent image you held. 

"so Mr. Li asked him to-ah!" and all he could do was pull you onto his lap with his hand on your hip to hold you up in place and unintentionally cut your sweet voice's narration short, but he wanted to hear you more, "I'm listening, doll. Keep going"  he cooed at your flushed expression at the sudden proximity, pulling you closer to connect you two by the hip, tapping at your now exposed thighs as your skirt had ridden up at the shift in position to urge you to step out of your daze and continue speaking. 

"What.-what are you doing, Jaem?" you ask, resting your hands on his chest as you push yourself a little back to create some space, clearly astonished at the sudden spark of something at the area between your sock clad legs, only to be pulled back closer towards him once again. 

"Something I've wanted to do for a long time, keep going, baby, I'll just be doing my thing" and so you let your hand rest on his chest while continuing your story as he looked intently at you.

Being in such proximity with Jaemin had never been a new thing, it's how no matter how many times you'd see him up close you'd still can't look him straight in the eyes for more than a few seconds because of how strong his gaze is that would have you flustered. Ever since the said party, your first proper kiss and Jaemin's first step to calling you his, you wanted to stick around him and just him. You felt like yourself around him and he made you feel so loved that you were willing to let him do anything just to have him around. 

In Jaemin's case, it was that he'd not move forward with his plans if he'd noticed the slightest of discomfort in any of your actions, fearing that you'd leave him once and for all before he could even call you his. And so in that way, you two did what pleased the others the best. 

Smiling at how you slowly got comfortable with his warmth, he leaned forward, slightly startling you but you nevertheless continued speaking, "Show his homework to him, b-but he couldn't because the only co-opy he had.." you squeal in a breath as you feel his breath fan your exposed neck, courtesy of wearing a slightly deep V-neck to college and of course to the hangout that day, "Had..?" 

Jaemin rasped in a voice a little too low to what you're used to hearing, dangerously low that you felt yourself squirming under his grip, which elicits a groan from the male. Not knowing the weightage of your action, you accidentally end up doing it again as his plush lips come in contact with the sensitive skin. "H-had was.. mine-" 

"Mine, a pretty word, right doll?" The feeling of his lip moving against your skin was ticklish to describe the best, but good, good enough to have keeping your legs closed uncomfortable from the sudden pool of arousal that bedded itself in your foolishly white panties. "Yes..?" you answer with a shaky voice, moving once again to get rid of the said uncomfortable feeling which resulted in Jaemin throwing his head back to rest on the head rest of the couch, his perfect eyebrows furrowed into a frown, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. 

"Darling, if you keep moving like this, i won't be able to stop myself from doing what all I've imagined doing to you," he spoke with the same low voice of his, which had you unintentionally moving regardless of the empty warning that lingered in the air. That's when you notice the visible switch in the way Jaemin looked at you.  Determined to carry this forward and put an end to the friends title to develop into a whole new one.

"What you've imagined doing to me? W-wha-?" you let the question linger, not really expecting an answer when he looked at you with a smirk on his perfect lips. He let one of his hands off from your side to comb through your perfectly set hair while the other wrapped around your torso to keep you upright. 

"Should i tell you what I've imagined?" Surely fueled by desire, Jaemin still counted on your consent, basic etiquette and he wouldn't let it go down the drain just because of his lust. The silent look of curiosity gave it away that you really wanted to walk through the dream boys imagination, so you nod your head. "Words, darling. I need words"

Looking at him patiently waiting for your verbal confirmation, you swallow down the nervousness before looking him straight in the eyes with your own widened ones, "Y-yes."

"Hm, well, I imagined having you close to me, just like this, all responsive to everything I do."

"Then I imagined feeling that soft lips of yours once again, the one that I remember so vaguely. Will you let me taste it once again?" He asked, leaning in closer than what your bodies would allow, nevertheless feeling ecstatic at the effect he has on you. "Hm?" you could obviously not say no to the expression he wore, filled with excitement and expectations, happiness, desire and maybe.. love? 

Instead of answering, you lean forward, closing off the small distance that kept your bodies from colliding, pressing your lips onto his with least force. The type of kiss got both of you feeling hot, bubbly as you feel Jaemin smile against your lips. 

The kiss was a mix of aggression and passion, slow and fast, lust and innocent emotions, one strong enough to deliver all sorts of emotions and of course, sloppy out of desperation, "Still as sweet as ever," he speaks against your lips, beaming down at you with the same smile as you refuse to meet his gaze at the sudden shyness that overtook your desire. 

Jaemin's hands slip up the open clothing to grip your thigh raw, the feeling of his cold fingers making you shift position again, looking down and cowering behind your palms as you shield your heated face from the lad, "What's wrong doll?" he moves his thumb up and down, massaging the skin he had his grip on, "Talk to me, princess, do you want me to stop?" 

"No!.. I mean, n-no, it's just.. I've never done this before, ever" As though your usual behavior never gave it away that you're too innocent for anyone existing in the world, you confirm Jaemin's suspicion all the more, to which his smile only just widened, the burning desire to change the status if innocence way too strong for him to contain himself now, "I know, darling, I'll go slow, alright?"

At your nod of confirmation, he wastes no time to lift your shirt out of it's confinement inside your skirt and over your head to reveal a not so appealing bra, yet, Jaemin thought you looked absolutely exquisite in it. Just a plain white lace bra, a cherry on top to the innocent image you held that he oh so much wanted to destroy, "W-wait! Can.. C-can this..-nevermind," you sigh, not wanting to disappoint the boy in front of you at your insecurity, "Can what, baby?" you shake your head, "Tell me, love"

"Can..can the bra stay on.. Just this once..?" you ask in a soft voice as Jaemin notices your tiny gestures of an attempt to cover yourself a little, feeling a little too hot, "Do you want it to stay on?" he asks in a voice all too understanding, no signs on the disappointment you were worried about, you nod, "Then it stays on" he smiles before placing a chaste kiss at the valley of your chest and swiftly shifts you on his lap in a way that your back rest flat on his chest, a hand secured on your waist to hold you as close as possible.

You feel a sort of warmth spread through your body at Jaemin's understanding and non persistent behavior towards your request as you allow yourself to relax and go limp on his body, "Do you know how many times i've imagined this? You on my lap.." he moves his legs to break your legs apart, using his knees to spread them and hold them open, "All pretty and for me to touch," He attaches his lips to your neck once again with a better access this time as he lets his hands wander up and down your legs, the hand that held your waist moving down to bunch up your skirt and pull it up to reveal to leaking mess you'd become which made Jaemin twitch and you shy. 

"All wet for me, and for me only" you whimper at his shameless words as his wandering hands move closer to your heat, cupping it as he felt up the wetness he'd caused to form there, a throaty groan escaping him while doing so as you feel yourself jump at the friction you got for a second at the place you needed it the most. The thought of someone other than you touching your sex causing your insides to twist, in the best way possible of course. 

Jaemin resumed to feel up and down your wetness from over the fabric while still keeping his lips attached to your neck, just to make sure you were wet enough to take him, or better, his fingers. 

"J-Jaemin..," 

You let out a loud moan feeling his fingers directly over your clit once he pushed you drenched panty aside, coating his fingers with your arousal before easing one slender digit in, causing your back to arch.

Way too sensitive and aroused, it was obvious you wouldn't be long until your first high, and Jaemin knew that all too well as he felt your tight walls clench over one little finger when he started pulsing it in and out of you and a steady pace, minding to not make it too much for you, though, that thought seemed highly appealing to him, but he'd rather save it for the next time.

"Does that feel good, my love? Because watching you look all angelic like this for me is what I'd imagined next" he speaks against your hair, as you try to close in your leg at the friction you're getting suddenly becoming overwhelming for you, added to that came in Jaemin's words, talks, voice laced in adoration and pure want. "Y-yes Jaem, oh god.. "

Silently moaning himself at your godly sounds, he continues penetrating you to your first ever not self made orgasm, eliciting a loud high pitched scream from your side at the very intimidating feeling at the bottom of your stomach, feeling it undo as Jaemin coaxes your first orgasm out of you,

"Just like that darling, you're doing so well, so good for me" he coos, wanting to drag your orgasm a little more, as he lowers his unoccupied hands to draw small, slow circles around your clit, making you spasm uncontrollably over him, feeling your eyes glaze over at the now painful feeling, you push his hands meekly away from your core, 

Shocked over the fact that he got you to come for him with just a finger, he added another one in, muttering silent apologies at your sudden pleas for a break to make sure your stretched out enough for that upcoming activity, "Just a little more, my strong girl, just a little more," though sorry for dragging your orgasm, he felt himself get lost at your small sobs and tiny tears falling down the side of your face which he pecked away.

Increasing the speed of his hands, he presses his thumb over your extremely sensitive bundle of nerves once again, making your arch your back in a painful angle, the crown of your head resting on his shoulder as you shake your head at him, letting him know that it was getting too much for you to handle, 

"Come for me once again, baby. We need to make sure you're prepared enough, hm? Can you do that for me?"

As if on command, you let yourself fall apart once again, a loud cry resonating through the room along with you crunching your legs up to stop the burning from the intense high, Jaemin whispering praises against your hair while running his hand up and down your forearm to soothe you. "You did so well, doll, want to stop here?" he inquired selflessly, not caring about the fact that he's extremely hard and it had taken a painful toll.

You take a second to calm your breathing as Jaemin patiently waits for your response. Making sure your breathing is normal again, you shake your head from it's position on his shoulder as he presses a kiss onto your wet cheeks, "You need to feel good too.." you speak with your eyes barely open, Jaemin smiling softly against your cheek, "Love."

You let out a sound of confusion at the random word blurted out by him as you turn your head to look at him, "Say the word 'love' if it gets too much for you, alright?" you nod, at no further actions from his side, you look at him once again, realising he's all about the verbal confirmation, "Alright.." you squeal out, "Turn around and sit facing me, doll" he hurries.

Jaemin rushes to remove his skinny jeans alongside his boxers when you lift yourself up, letting his member stand tall and free from confinement, making him feel like he can finally breathe. Slightly intrigued by the above average size, you look at him nervously which had his head turn at your innocent expression, "We'll take it slow, darling, nothing to hurt you, hm?" you nod before replying out loud. 

He gestures for you to hover yourself above his hardness once he got the panties out of the way and discarded it somewhere out on the wooden floor of his housing. "Go for it whenever you're ready" wanting to give you full control of the pace for now, he let you take your time for your first ever time. 

Chest heaving up and down in both excitement and nervousness you slowly lower yourself, knees beside his thighs, hands a vise grip on his shoulder, letting yourself engulf just a little of his member, you wince, still a little sensitive from the previous orgasms, his hardness much thicker and bigger than his fingers to just ease down quick despite how easy it'd be considering the wet mess he'd made of you, "Jaemin.. " 

Contributing from his end, he pushes his hips up to get inside you a little more, not too fast for it to be painful for you. Slowly, you let yourself ease down on him completely, sitting down onto his lap with his dick inside of you, twitching at the warmth he finally felt. Jaemin hushes your silent cry of slight pain, "You feel so good around me, doll. Such a good girl for me, " 

You take the initiative to lift yourself up just a little so that more than half of him is out and glistening from your arousal making him let out an airy moan of satisfaction, feeling your tightness, finally after only having imagined how it felt for so long.

You move up and down slowly, thighs trembling, heart pacing fast with pride at the feeling of making him feel good from all the sounds he let out, mind hazy and body covered in sweat. "oh my, Jae-Jaem-ah!" you fall limp over his body at the sudden thrust from his end, maybe from growing too impatient. 

"Should i take it from here, darling? I need to come, will you make me come, doll?" you mumble out a bunch of 'yes!' as your face falls into the nape of his neck where you nibbled at the skin like how he'd done. 

Jaemin took control once again, a sudden burst of energy sparking through his body as he set a fast pace in pistoning in and out of you, your slickness and his precum ensuring it wouldn't be painful for you, rather, it felt extremely good. "Look at my good girl taking me so well, you're making me feel so good, darling, I'm so.. Uh, I'm so close-" 

You clench around him when you feel a knot forming once again for the third time that evening when you feel his tip brush against your sweet spot, eliciting a loud gasp from you as you bite down a little too harder than intended on his hot skin while pressing the side of your face against his broad shoulders. "Jaemin.. Jaem, I'm.. Oh god"

"I know, doll, i know.. Me too, let go for me" he holds your hips in a grip tight enough to leave a light bruise or two while reaching between your bodies to find comfort on your clit again, making you let out a choked moan as Jaemin ended up being the one doing most of the work. 

You fall off the edge once again, this time harder than the previous ones as your tears slip and fall onto his shoulder, seeping into his shirt and onto the skin, making him go faster, chasing his high while dragging yours for a second or two longer. 

"Jaem, too much..it hurts-" you sob in a whiny tone which was more than enough to throw Jaemin off his edge too, rubbing fast circles on your clit while ribbons of his essence coat your walls as he lets out a loud, long groan of your name.

He stops his moment on your clit, but continues to move slowly to draw out all the arousal from his member, only stopping when he feels himself grow soft inside of you, the feeling making you clench around him weakly which makes him jolt due to the sensitivity.

Knowing it'd only make a mess to remove himself from inside you, he decides to stay in, muttering out a series of praises that he let linger in the air. 

"That.. felt good," you speak into the silence, voice hoarse and weak, worn out from all the activity as you silently thank him for making you feel so good, a sense of accomplishment spread through his chest, finally fulfilling his wish of corrupting you, and most importantly, making you his. He kisses your forehead after pushing out strands of tresses that covered it, 

"Anything for my babygirl"

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

unfair, m | myg, jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader, ft. yoongi

summary: Min Yoongi lived a simple life, alone in his apartment with his dog, Holly. Then he (and his dick) noticed his next-door neighbor. And her boyfriend. But nothing was going to come out of that. They weren’t trying to seduce him... right?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship (jk/you); pining/slow burn; overheard smut; smut (fem reader, threesome, m and f-receiving oral); lil fluff; starts off with Yoongi’s POV, then changes to yours when it gets... fun. ;)

--

Min Yoongi had a problem. A problem most men probably had, but not a problem he was used to. He wasn’t a thirsty kind of guy. For most of his life, he really didn’t care about sexual shit. He had fallen in love, sure, but that was the gradual feeling, the kind that grew slowly but surely, and ultimately burned out when the girls would basically tell him he was boring as fuck. Which he knew he wasn’t. He was just… really garbage at being romantic.

Of course, he was older now, so he had some idea of romance and showing affection, not for his sake but for the sake of loving someone. Even if he was bad at it, the whole point was to try. To be honest, he hadn’t actually put that theory into practice yet, but that was what he had concluded after his last break-up. But now he had a problem.

It was not fucking fair how fucking hot his next-door neighbor was.

It just wasn’t. To whatever higher power was up there, what the actual fuck? Why do this to him, Min Yoongi, of all people? He was a kind boy. A good soul. He didn’t need to step out of his apartment to walk his dog Holly to see his next-door neighbor in a sports bra and leggings wiping her brow with a towel after her morning run. A little sweaty, cheeks flushed, skin glistening. Holy fuck. To top off that banging body, she looked up at him and gave him a confident smile and a polite nod before going into her apartment. Not even embarrassed.

Fuck. Now he had to walk his dog with a hard-on. Great.

To make it even worse, he was pretty sure she was taken. A guy would come around and they would leave together, probably to go on dates. Usually he was in sweats and a bucket hat but this time Yoongi saw him in slacks and a dress shirt.

And, oh, holy hell.

Of course, the guy was fucking handsome as fuck. Nice broad shoulders and muscular arms. Cute face with a mischievous smile and nose scrunch when he laughed. A sweet, tiny mole underneath his lower lip and another on his cheek. Neat black hair swept to one side, begging to have hands running through those strands. Round, brown doe eyes. Thighs could probably crush him and Yoongi would be happy about it. And then she came out of her apartment in her tight black dress and heels, sliding into the guy’s arms so easily and giving him a kiss. The dress showed off her nice round ass and juicy, squeezable thighs.

It was all fucking terrible for Yoongi.

“Ooh, you’re looking pretty for me today, love.”

“Wow, Jungkook, contain yourself for one second so we can at least eat first.”

“I’m ready to eat something, that’s for sure.”

He was not creeping; he was collecting a package outside his door. That was it. He was not the least bit interested in what was going on next to him.

Holly raced out of his apartment, his tiny fluffy brown butt bouncing as he rushed to the people, barking excitedly. Yoongi nearly dropped his package in surprise, shoving it under his arm and rushing over.

“Holly, no! I’m so sorry–”

The guy, Jungkook, laughed as he crouched down, barking back at Holly playfully.

“Aren’t you cute? What’s your name, little one?”

His next-door neighbor smiled at him. Yoongi was ready to crawl into a hole in embarrassment. Not only was he looking frumpy as fuck in a stained white t-shirt and black sweats, but he was also struggling to wrangle Holly with a large box under his arm. To top it off, Jungkook was not making it any easier by chasing Holly around. Yoongi’s black hair was messy and unbrushed, long enough to almost cover his eyes. He was basically a hobo compared to these two.

“I’m sorry for interrupting, he’s a bit–”

“It’s okay.”

He froze up. Oh no, oh no, oh no.

“What’s your dog’s name?”

He swallowed. “H-Holly.” Oh shit. He accidentally looked at her chest. Why did she have such pretty collarbones? She seemed not to notice. Instead she looked over to Jungkook who was wrestling with Holly on the floor and rubbing his belly.

“He’s really cute,” she said with a smile. “You don’t mind if Jungkook plays with him a little, do you?”

“N-no,” Yoongi mumbled, biting his lip. She had plump, shapely lips stained red.

She held her hand out. “I only moved in last month.” He placed her hand in hers. She had a nice, firm handshake. She was telling him her name and he was imagining her hand wrapped around his cock. He needed to get a grip.

“Min Yoongi,” he said robotically. What are social skills? Yoongi didn’t remember any of them at the moment.

“That’s Jeon Jungkook,” she was saying, pointing to the young man on the floor. Holly was licking his hands excitedly. Yoongi noticed a small heart tattooed onto Jungkook’s right hand. Fuck. He had nice hands too. His cock was waking up. Oh fuck.

“Come on, Holly, we have to go now.”

“Aww,” Jungkook whined. Why the fuck was this guy so fucking cute? Please have mercy. Jungkook waved to Holly with a smile. “See you later, Holly!”

Yoongi bowed awkwardly and scurried back into his apartment, Holly bounding in behind him as he shut the door. He barely even squeaked out a goodbye. He didn’t have a chance because – yup, now he had a giant boner.

Holly wagged his tail and barked up at Yoongi, who sighed and shook his head.

-

His brother asked to take Holly for a while. It was fine with Yoongi; his older brother was going camping with his wife and Holly loved being outdoors. Actually, he invited Yoongi, but Yoongi knew he wasn’t an outdoorsy kind of guy and suggested Holly to go instead. Holly loved Yoongi’s brother – maybe even more than Yoongi himself, the traitor. To be honest, if his brother decided to have kids soon, Yoongi had always said it would be a good idea for Holly to grow up with them. Dogs were an essential part of childhood, after all.

That’s why Yoongi was sitting alone in his apartment, reading, with no dog noises around him to distract him. It was nice, quiet, and serene.

Or it would be, if it wasn’t for his next-door neighbor literally fucking up a storm.

Instead, Yoongi was seething at the shared wall next to him as he was very clearly hearing someone getting banged. Which was fine, because people were allowed to do what they wanted. Yoongi didn’t care. Except he did kind of care, because he was absolutely sure it was Jungkook fucking the daylights out of his hot-as-fuck next door neighbor. It was also upsetting because his dick was suddenly awake and saying hello as if he had been called to attention.

But, nope, it was just Yoongi sitting alone glaring at the wall that separated him and giving the two of them a piece of his mind.

Or his meat.

He frowned and made a face. He didn’t have thoughts like that. No, not him, Min Yoongi. He was pure, he definitely did not have any naughty thoughts, nope, not a single o–

A particularly lustful moan of Jungkook’s name cut though his thoughts.

Was he sitting at the chair closest to the wall? Maybe. Well, he was. Could he just move to his kitchen and not hear anything? Yes. Was he going to move?

No.

What number was this anyway? Did Jungkook have the stamina of a horse or something? Not that Yoongi cared, mind you. He certainly did not. It was interesting to think about, that’s all. And then he heard something he thought he would never, ever hear.

“Oh, fuck, Yoooongi!”

Um, what? Did he hear that correctly? Yoongi sat up, raising an eyebrow at the wall. It must have been his imagination, surely, because the sound of skin on skin was not stopping. There was no way she had said the wrong name by accident, right? And Jungkook wouldn’t just let her blurt some other guy’s name out for no reason, right?

He glared at the wall suspiciously, as if it could answer.

Eventually the sounds died down, which was a relief. Hours went by and all Yoongi could think about was her saying his name. There was no way she accidentally said his name while getting fucked by Jungkook. Making that kind of mistake was unforgivable. He ended up ordering take out because to be honest he couldn’t really concentrate on cooking. Yoongi frowned as his doorbell pinged, walking to the door automatically. He must have manifested his thoughts or something like that. He placed his hand on the knob and opened it. It was his imagination, surely–

“Hey, did you order delivery? The person accidentally dropped it off at our door.”

Yoongi almost fell over.

His next-door neighbor blinked at him as he struggled to find his words. She was wearing a big baggy white t-shirt that clung to her body. No pants. The bag was in front of her chest. He could barely see the light pink of her panties.

“Ah, it wasn’t the other door. Is it his?”

Jungkook bounded over, black hair messy, his doe-like eyes wide with curiosity. Grey t-shirt, gray sweatpants. Tattoos going up his right arm. Yoongi nearly had a heart attack seeing his muscular arms.

“Uh, ah–yes, it’s mine, sorry–”

She smiled and held it out to him.

“Here you go.”

His eyes almost bulged out of his head – she wasn’t wearing a bra, holy shit – and he nearly dropped the bag if it wasn’t for Jungkook’s quick reflexes placing his hand at the bottom of the bag.

“Whoa, careful there.”

Thankfully his arm was now blocking her tits so Yoongi snatched the bag and bowed profusely, mumbling apologies.

“Sorry to trouble you.”

“It’s no problem,” she said brightly. “Enjoy your meal.”

She waved and Yoongi finally looked up, seeing her body turned away from him. Oh, whew. Then he looked up to their faces.

And found both of them smirking at him before they went back into her apartment.

-

“They’re fucking with me, Hoseok!”

“Calm down, hyung. I think you’re thinking about it too much.”

That’s what his best friend Jung Hoseok told him over dinner. Yoongi was having none of it.

“How can I be over-thinking it when they’re smirking at me at my front door?”

Hoseok winced. “I don’t know, maybe you imagined it. Why would your next-door neighbor and her boyfriend do something like that?”

“I don’t know, it’s not bad, it’s just–”

“Wait, you like it?”

“… I didn’t–”

Hoseok had burst out laughing like a lunatic.

The laughter rang in Yoongi’s ears as he stood at his front door, silently fuming. He shouldn’t have told Hoseok. But who was he supposed to tell? He wasn’t that close with many of his friends, after all. And Hoseok didn’t end up being mean about it in the end. Yoongi rubbed his forehead, shoving his hair under his black cap. Ah, it was probably just an empty hope after all. He was over-thinking it. Only an absolute loon would think that his next-door neighbor and her boyfriend wanted to have a threesome with him.

“Yoongi?”

He jumped, jerking away from his door suddenly. She stared at him, lip quivering, a worried look on her face. Cropped pink sweatshirt and leggings. Whew, at least she was clothed.

“Sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you. Is this a bad time?”

“I wasn’t scared,” he said automatically. “Only surprised.” He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, what was it?”

“Oh, I just…” She rubbed the back of her head sheepishly, fluffing her hair. Fuck. Stop being cute. “I don’t mean to pry, but I haven’t seen you walk Holly lately. I was wondering if he was okay?”

Oh. Right. His dog. “Ah, Holly is with my brother right now. He’s fine. We sort of have shared custody of him since we all grew up together,” Yoongi added with an awkward smile. Ack. Social skills, what even are they?

“Oh, that’s a relief!” She placed a hand on her chest and smiled. “I’m sorry if I was being too nosy.”

He waved a hand. “It’s okay. I’m surprised you noticed.”

“Who wouldn’t notice? You always looked so happy walking him.” He was pretty sure his heart was going to burst if she kept smiling at him like that. “You’re so cute when you smile.”

“Ah…” Hang on, what? His cheeks began to warm.

“You must love dogs.”

Right. His dog. He chuckled. “I don’t usually, but somehow Holly made his way into my heart.”

She looked rueful. “I’m jealous of him.”

What?

“It must be difficult to win your heart.”

Was she… flirting with him?

She smiled innocently at him but those eyes were giving him a different story. The mischievous sparkle made his response die in his throat. He stared at her for a good minute.

“What… about Jungkook?”

“What about me?”

Yoongi felt his entire body freeze. He was caught. Shit, shit, shit.

Jungkook brushed past him ever-so-slightly, hand lingering on Yoongi’s jacket-covered arm before he hugged her tightly, kissing her forehead. She smiled up at him. Jungkook grinned at her and turned back to Yoongi with a bright bunny-like smile.

“Hey.”

Yoongi looked away quickly, realizing he was observing much too closely. “Er, hello.”

“Hey, Yoongi.”

He swallowed and looked up, raising his eyebrows. “Yes?”

Her lips curved into a sly smile.

“If you’re ever feeling up to it, we would love you to come over sometime.”

Jungkook grinned. “Any time!”

Oh, fuck. Jungkook’s hands were on her waist, sliding down slowly. Tongue in his teeth as she leaned against his chest with that foxy smile. Yoongi opened his mouth, but the only sound he made was an awkward croak. He coughed and looked away.

“I’ll… keep that in mind.”

Yoongi hastily fumbled with the door lock and ran into his apartment, praying that neither of them could see his blushing face and his massive hard-on.

-

“They said you could come over any time. You are not crazy. You are just being nice.”

Yoongi stood in front of his next door-neighbor’s door like a zombie, clutching one bottle of red wine and a bottle of whiskey for dear life. He had contemplated his outfit three times before deciding that a long-sleeved white shirt, black jeans, and ripped gray denim jacket was not trying too hard. But just to be sure, he wore his nicer black boxer briefs and not the ones with holes in them.

Just…

In case.

“They don’t want to fuck you. They’re being nice.”

The door suddenly opened.

Yoongi’s eyes went wide. He sputtered. “A-ah!”

Oh my god.

Was it even possible for a woman to be this pretty? Decked in a floaty, red dress with a delicate bow around her neck and fluffy white slippers, his next-door neighbor seemed surprised to see him. The fabric floated down and clung to her curves, dipping inward in between her legs. Her eyebrows raised in surprise and her plump lips curved into a small ‘o’.

“Yoongi! I wasn’t expecting you for another ten minutes! Jungkook told me he just arrived.”

“I’m here, darling.”

Jungkook’s deep voice purred behind Yoongi. The older man nearly jumped and turned to see Jungkook right behind him – how long had he been there? Black t-shirt, black jeans, chunky black sneakers.  Jungkook’s lips curved into a mischievous smile and he leaned over Yoongi, his chest brushing against Yoongi’s shoulder. Yoongi felt his heartbeat skyrocket at the sudden closeness until he realized Jungkook was kissing his girlfriend on the forehead, patting her head gently.

“Fancy for a just watching a movie,” Jungkook teased. She stuck her tongue out at him.

“I just bought this dress! I can wear whatever I want.”

“Yes, you can, and you look cute in it too.”

Yoongi would have been paying attention except he suddenly felt Jungkook’s hand against his back, sliding slightly downwards. He froze, breath caught in his throat. It wasn’t that he was starved for intimacy or anything. Okay, maybe he was a little bit, but, shit, what was he supposed to do with two very obviously hot as fuck people were seducing him? Ignore it?

No, he most certainly was not.

Yoongi stumbled, nerves rattling him. He felt strong arms hold him straight.

“Oh, sorry, did you trip?” Jungkook asked, worry laced in his voice.

“Ack, where are my manners? Come in, come in.”

He felt Jungkook push him lightly. Yoongi swallowed and stepped inside the apartment, still clutching the two bottles of alcohol for dear life. He was afraid that if he let go, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from… uh. Things. Breathe deep, Min Yoongi. You are not fifteen.

“These… are for you.”

He held out the two bottles to her. She tilted her head as she read the labels, taking them from him. It took all of Yoongi’s power not to grab her tits.

“Oh, thank you! Look, Jungkook, he bought red wine, your favorite!”

Jungkook bounded past him excitedly and took the bottle from her. “Ah, yesss! All for me!”

Yoongi blinked. “You don’t drink?”

She tapped the whiskey bottle. “I do. Just not wine.”

-

Watching a movie? Yeah, right.

How was Yoongi supposed to watch anything at all? One look at Jungkook in his loose black t-shirt and, fuck,  he was reminded the guy’s entire right arm was tattooed. Holy shit. And her? Wrapped so nicely in floaty red fabric with that bow around her neck. It meant the dress had a deep neckline and he could see the curve of her cleavage, the plushness of her breasts.

Fuck this movie. Yoongi literally had no idea what was on the screen at this point.

She leaned against Jungkook as he sipped his wine. Every so often, she poured herself a shot of whiskey and drank it. Like… what? Granted, it wasn’t very much, but he had never seen a woman just… do that. She would smile and settle back onto the couch, into the curve of Jungkook’s arm. His tattooed arm. Jungkook would then drape it around her again, fingertips almost touching her breast. All this, happening within ten inches of Yoongi, who was sitting on her right side.

He didn’t know what number he was on now. Yoongi wasn’t a lightweight but he couldn’t calm his nerves either. Nerves or growing lust?

Both.

Yoongi looked away and stared at the screen. He didn’t know what he was looking at. All he could think about was faceplanting into those tits and Jungkook’s hands all over him. Or her sitting on his face as Jungkook sucked him off. Or, her sitting on Jungkook’s face and him sucking Jungkook off–

“Yoongi.”

He nearly flung his glass in surprise but she reached over and took it from him. Her breasts brushed against his arm and Yoongi stiffened, trying to keep his face neutral.

“I think you need to slow down. Are you okay?” she said worriedly, placing the whiskey glass on the coffee table.

“No.” He shook his head quickly and cleared his throat. “I mean, yes. Yes, I’m fine.”

Jungkook and her stared at him.

Yoongi raised a hand and took a deep breath. “Er… I am getting this feeling,” he said awkwardly.

She tilted her head. “Hm?”

“It’s nothing.”

Jungkook shook his head. “No, no. If you’re not comfortable, then we understand. You should go home if you’re not feeling well.”

No, that’s not really what I want. I want to fuck, damnnit!

“Ah…” Yoongi swallowed at the sudden attention placed on him. “It’s not that.” He was a straightforward person. He didn’t know how to make it sound metaphorical or pretty. “You two have a very strong… presence.”

She frowned slightly. “Is that bad for you?”

“N-no. It’s, er… attractive.”

Oh shit. He said it.

“Ah, I meant–” Yoongi coughed, looking away quickly. “The other day… I thought I heard my name… But it must have been a mistake, right?” He laughed awkwardly. “Sorry, I shouldn’t say such–”

A softness pressed against him. Yoongi wasn’t wearing his jacket, only his long-sleeved white shirt. He froze. The softness slid up his arm. He could feel the weight of her body against him. His brain was turning into mush. Oh god, oh god, oh god…

“You heard me?” The words purred against his neck, hot and heavy.

He couldn’t turn around. He couldn’t. Yoongi tried to collect his words, fumbling through them.

“N-not on purpose…”

“You want me to say your name again? So you can hear it in person?”

The weight lifted. Slowly, Yoongi turned his head. His eyes trailed up her legs, to the floaty red fabric, to her waist, then up her chest to her face. She smiled slyly at him. Strong hands, one tattooed, one not, slid up her sides, grasping the bottom ties that held the bow together. Jungkook’s mischievous face popped up from behind her head. Yoongi just stared at them, eyes wide, mouth slightly open like a surprised kitten.

The bow teased apart, slowly. Jungkook’s hands slid inside the fabric, pushing it away. Yoongi’s breath caught in his throat. Jungkook cupped her breasts gently, rubbing his palms over them. She was wearing heart shaped pasties to cover her nipples. Yoongi was aware that he could run right now. He could have just stood up and walked out and that weirdness would have been over. Except, well…

His hand lifted. Yoongi hesitated for a moment, looking into her eyes.

She smirked and wrapped her fingers around his. His heart thumped loudly in his ribcage as she led him to her chest.

“You can take it off, if you want,” she said gently.

Yoongi swallowed as his fingertips touched her breast. Oh, so soft. He hooked a nail underneath the sticky material and pulled lightly. Nothing. She chuckled and shook her head.

“Little harder, Yoongi.”

His name was a soft purr. Yoongi bit his lower lip and yanked a little harder. It came off in his hand. He blinked rapidly in surprise, hoping he didn’t hurt her. His second thought was…

Holy shit, her nipple.

It was prominent, sticking straight out at him. It would have been visible through the fabric of the dress due to its size. Thinking about that was arousing him. Yoongi felt as if his whole face was heating up. He vaguely registered Jungkook peeling off the second one and dropping it on the coffee table. Now there were two – great math there, Yoongi, he scolded himself – and he sat like a statue, unable to comprehend that this was real.

Jungkook pushed her breasts together, trapping her nipples between his index and middle finger. He rolled them slowly. Yoongi watched in fascination as her eyes slid closed and her head tipped back, a breathy moan dripping from her lips. Jungkook squeezed and kneaded her breasts, nose buried in her neck as he inhaled deeply, murmuring her name. Her eyelids fluttered.

“A-ah… Yoongi…”

There was no wall blocking his view now. It was real.

Yoongi sat up a little straighter, leaning forward. He was still too afraid to touch.

“Y-yes?”

Her hand came up and stroked his cheek softly. He leaned into her touch, hungry. Her thumb pressed against his lips.

“Wanna kiss you.”

He cursed his bad habit of chewing on his lips, but leaned forward delicately. His eyes flickered to Jungkook, who was watching him with amusement. He wanted to ask. Are you sure? Jungkook seemed to understand and he nodded, smile turning gentler at Yoongi’s nervousness.

His eyes found hers again. Her lips parted. She led him to her face, closing her eyes slowly as her lips touched his. So soft, so gentle. It wasn’t the kiss he expected from his daydreams. It was warm and calm, soothing his nerves. His hands came up to cup her cheeks as the kiss deepened, tongue dancing against tongue. Everything just felt so soft. So lovely.

He felt Jungkook take his hands and slide them down. Yoongi gasped into her mouth as his palms touched her nipples. She moaned at his touch, nipping at his lower lip as he squeezed them, rolling her nipples with his thumb. They were just the right measure of hardness and softness. Her hands found his jeans and she pulled him closer by the waist, his body against hers.

“Yoongi-ssi…”

It wasn’t her voice. It was Jungkook’s, leaning forward and pushing up his shirt, running his hands over his skin. Yoongi gasped, suddenly feeling embarrassed. It was so obvious that Jungkook was more muscular and stronger than he was. But she held him close, kissing his jaw and neck. Jungkook’s face came into view, small smile dancing on his lips.

“I can call you that, right? Even though you’re my hyung?”

At this point, Yoongi didn’t even remember what honorifics were. “Whatever you want,” he muttered breathlessly. Jungkook chuckled and leaned forward, placing his lips on his. Oh, yes. More passionate, intense. Yoongi felt himself moan into Jungkook’s mouth and the younger man sucked on his tongue, hands along his back, pressing him into her.

It took a moment to untangle slightly. Breathing hard, Yoongi found himself looking into two pairs of lustful eyes.

“What do you want to do, Yoongi?”

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Seducing Min Yoongi hadn’t been easy. There had been moments where you wondered if you had gone too far, or if Jungkook had teased him a little too much. It had been a long, carefully laid out plan. In fact, Jungkook almost gave up in the middle at one point and tried to convince you that he should hump him to get the message across. It had been a little difficult. But it was all worth it.

Because now you two managed to get Yoongi in the bedroom, flat on his back, your pussy in his face and Jungkook’s mouth on his cock. And oh, fuck, his fucking tongue. It had taken some more fondling and kisses to make Yoongi say it.

“Could I… eat you out while Jungkook sucks me off? Is that too much or–”

You grinded your hips into Yoongi’s face, sucking in a breath as Jungkook’s head bobbed up and down on Yoongi’s cock. Jungkook naked was already enough to make you wet. His muscular back, that ass, his tattooed arm, and his forearms flexing as he held Yoongi’s hips down. Could he suck dick as well as you? No, but he had a pretty good idea considering you were excellent at it. Watching Yoongi’s cock slide in and out of his mouth was a delicious sight. Yoongi’s tongue lapping at your clit had you dripping into his mouth. Somehow, he had just the right amount of pressure and roughness as he stroked you to climax, nails digging into your thighs.

You moaned in satisfaction, panting Yoongi’s name. Jungkook’s brown eyes flickered up to you and he made a muffled noise as he witnessed you playing with your nipples, squeezing and pulling on them lightly. You saw his hips jerk, humping the bed. You grinned. Teasing Jungkook was fun.

Yoongi tapped your leg and you got up, concerned. But he was clutching the sheets, gasping, head thrown back as he groaned, shoving his crotch into Jungkook’s face. Jungkook’s eyes widened and he gripped Yoongi’s hips, swallowing nosily as Yoongi’s entire body shuddered.

“F-fuck!”

You smiled as Jungkook sucked him dry, slowly rubbing his tongue around Yoongi’s cock as he cleaned him up. Yoongi did not seem like he was expecting this at all and moaned loudly, probably a little too loud. Jungkook dipping his head slowly, down, down, until the sensitive head hit the back of his throat. Yoongi’s face scrunched up, slipping into a moan as Jungkook slowly pulled back, Yoongi’s cock popping out of his lips.

Jungkook grinned. “Did I do good?”

You smiled. “Of course, my love.”

Yoongi squinted at him. “How the fuck did you learn how to do that?”

Jungkook pointed to you. “From the best.”

You smiled and Yoongi raised an eyebrow.

“Can I try something?” Jungkook asked, tugging on your arm.

You nodded. “What is it?”

Jungkook pulled you to him and kissed you, smiling against your lips. He readjusted you to be on top of Yoongi, your back to his chest. Yoongi made a disgruntled noise, but you rubbed your ass against his still sensitive cock, making him gasp. His hands wrapped around you. Yoongi had pretty hands, the kind of hands that made you pause the first time you saw him, the kind of hands you dreamed about touching you, the kind of hands that made your body melt. You were a bit disappointed that you couldn’t see Yoongi’s handsome face in his position but Jungkook was lifting your legs now, setting them on his shoulders. The condom was already on.

Jungkook smirked.

Was this man really going to expose your favorite position right now?

“Jung–fuuuuuck!”

His cock slid into you, slow and deep and hard. You yelped, feeling Yoongi grab your breasts and knead them. You liked this position for several reasons – one, Jungkook had you basically trapped under his body, and, two, Jungkook had power and gravity on his side. Thus, he could fuck you hard and deep at the same time, absolutely ruining you. And watch your face while he was doing it.

“Jungkook, ah, so deep,” you moaned, leaning against Yoongi’s chest as he pinched your nipples. Your pussy clenched, squeezing Jungkook’s cock inside you.

“That’s how you like it,” he drawled, rolling his hips into you, making his cock throb. You whimpered, looking deep into Jungkook’s eyes. Yoongi pinched your nipples and you whined as Jungkook thrust into your leisurely, burying himself in your folds.

“Whose idea was it to scream Yoongi’s name while we were fucking, hm?” Jungkook teased, fucking with such force that your ass bounced against Yoongi’s dick each time. You could feel him getting hard as your ass rubbed against it.

“M-mine,” you reply, earning you a slightly harder pace.

“So naughty,” Jungkook purred, licking his lips. “You wanted Yoongi so bad, didn’t you, love?”

You could only moan as Jungkook began to fuck you harder. Yoongi’s cock was smearing pre-cum all over you. You tried to desperately rub your ass against his cock, feeling it throb underneath you. It wetly slapped your ass every time Jungkook bounced you up and down.

“Fuck,” Yoongi grunted, kissing your neck. “Fuck, you two are seriously not fair.”

“Yoongi, ah, Jungkook…”

Yoongi rolled your nipples against his fingers and pinched them. You cried out, pussy clenching as your orgasm hit you, so overflowed with stimulation that you could barely think. Jungkook gritted his teeth, maintaining his pace as they worked you up again, Yoongi’s fingers rolling your nipples and Jungkook fucking you deep. It was an absolute mess of your own cum dripping down and Yoongi’s pre-cum mixing with it. The head of Yoongi’s hard cock was rubbing against your ass. You could watch Jungkook thrusting in and out of you, shiny and glistening.

“Ah, fuuuuck!”

You moaned as you came again, thick juices gushing down and coating Yoongi’s cock. Jungkook shuddered at your pussy tightening around him. You felt Yoongi’s hips shudder as he sucked in a breath sharply, groaning at the sensitivity as he came on your ass and up your thigh, splattering onto Jungkook’s legs.

Jungkook grinned triumphantly before fucking you even harder. It didn’t take long before he hissed, cock jerking inside you as he came, your name dragged out in a long moan. His jaw clenched, hips thrusting a little to get the last drops out of his softening cock.

After a moment, he pulled out, leaving you panting and sore in Yoongi’s arms. He got up to clean himself off, looking for a towel. Yoongi buried his face in your neck. You could feel his warm cheeks.

“Sorry about the bed,” he mumbled.

You reached back and petted his hair, breathing his name. You rubbed your ass against him and Yoongi stiffened. It made you grin.

“Stay the night, Yoongi.”

He nuzzled your hair even though he grumbled a bit.

“F-fine.”

-

part ii

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[sopxhiea]

Moirai

Alfie Solomons X Reader

Summary: The mysterious niece runs into Alfie in her uncle’s office and she expertly plays it cool until she’s pulled away by his strong grip and the night has more in store than she’s bargained for.

Warnings: Age gap.

Part 1

“Fine. You win.”

“Are you blushing or cold?”

The deep colored oak desk is illuminated by the sunlight coming through the open window, the room is quiet as dust gathers on the many shelves that decorate the place. The space is mostly filled with books, torn out old covers with faded colors and it’s obvious that the furniture around is aged except the large table that resides in the corner.

It stands out, much like you do.

A low tune plays from the record player in the office, next to the assistant’s desk as she types the day away. The boss is away in Birmingham, brushing shoulders with dirty faced gangster even though he’s very much one of them. There’s no chatter inside the walls today, nor the voice of the golden haired lady’s heels clicking against the hard surface.

The boss isn’t supposed to come back for another two hours.

The weather is chilly, grey sky bestowed upon the citizens around as the large coat you have on hugs you tight. Your uncle’s office is empty for the day, as far you know which means you’re more than welcome to stop by to get some work done. As much as the men around London despise the idea of a woman getting education, your uncle is aware of your potential.

The boots on your feet are meant for men, heavy and dense as you stomp away. The days are shorter due to the weather and it will get dark in a couple hours as far as you’re aware, but that doesn’t stop you from making an unwanted visit to your uncle’s office.

He’s a criminal with gold wrapped around his fingers. Not many are content with the men and even though he tends to get the approval of the higher class in London, it’s not hard to recognise the distaste the working class have for him. He’s a gangster, a good one at that.

He’s your family.

It’s not by choice, that much you accept. Years of being alone on end make him seem like an angel sorts, someone to rescue you from the hellhole you’d been in for the first seven years of your life. It looks different from the outside, you know that it does which makes you realise just how easy it is to trick people around here.

From the outside, you look like a pearl wrapped in cotton with flowers carefully placed around you. Most people do not approach you unless you make the first move, perks of having a powerful man as your only family. It’s easy to point out that your features belong somewhere else on the map and not the dirty roads of London.

You spare one last glance to the dim colored sky before barging into the building that your uncle redeems as his. Its walls are made of brick, one on top of the other that make up a three story building that occupies most of the side of the street its on.

It’s easy to recognise, Alfie thinks.

The sound of your heavy boots against the hard floor are easy to recognise but it’s too late for you to lighten your steps when Martha, your uncle’s trusted assistant, calls your name. You sigh then, a grunt leaving your mouth and you curse at yourself for being so careless for once.

Walking through the large corridor, you face the old lady as she looks at you through her smudged glasses. That color of pink on her lips is far too vibrant on her lips, you think as she sizes you up. 

You’re not conventionally dressed but she’s used to your choice of clothing.

“Hello Y/N.” she speaks, her voice a little shushed when compared to normal but you’re too busy fixing your long dress to realise that there’s a reason for her quiet attitude.

You lift your head to look up at her again, no longer pulling at your dress as she gives you an uninterested look, the usual treatment. Your lips part, a playful smile on your lips but before you can let out a word, the door of the gathering space opens with a loud sound.

It’s him, you gather as you stare at his hat.

There’s gold on his fingers and a crown tattoo. It’s easy to recognise him, you think, his hat is peculiarly shaped and the rhythm of his steps is far too unusual for a normal person. There’s flour on his sleeves, the kind that looks like he’s been laying in it for a while.

His hat creates a shadow over his eyes so you miss the evident look of surprise in them but he’s quick to take it off. He’d been bothering Martha for a while, asking when the beloved boss would return since their deal was now ‘off’ due to a couple complications in the process.

When in fact, Alfie is directly betraying him.

He watches your eyes glisten as the sunset is bestowed upon the sky. Short strands of hair fall around your face from the braid, the braid that had your friend pulling at your hair for the entirety of breakfast. He finds himself to be too intrigued at the sight of you to actually speak but he’s fast to recover.

“’ello, lass.” he says, the words echo in your mind before you can answer. Martha isn’t daft, she catches onto the way you stare up at the man but before she can say anything, you speak with a plastered smile.

“Hello, Mr. Solomons.” your voice is soft against the air around as you look up at him. There’s mischief in your eyes mixed with a glint of innocence, the kind of thing that could easily mess a man of Alfie’s wrath.

You hadn’t gone the address he’d sent you.

It was easy to make up excuses: you were busy with school and simply swarmed with work. You ignored the heat rising to your cheeks and gave him your softest smile while Martha eyed the both fo you, it was obvious that whatever you and Alfie had was doomed from the start.

Your uncle was a sheltered man and had raised you the same way. No boyfriends until you wanted to marry someone, only talk to men your uncle had assigned you for protection and if you were to go out, you informed him a week before.

But he wasn’t as sharp as he liked to believe.

You did things that would simply torture the man, from sneaking out to man’s apartments to dancing intimately with strangers. The city was fun at night, when it was supposed to sleeping seemed to be the only time the groggy streets felt alive to you.

And through years of sneaking around and lying almost too expertly, no one knew what you did. You’d have a different fake name, a different set of friends and a whole new part of town each week so things didn’t get messed up. It was a perk of being closely related to a gangster of your uncle’s power.

Martha knew how intense your uncle was when it came to you making contact with men, let alone a known brutal man like Alfie so she stood up and smiled softly, threat evident in her eyes as she spoke to you under her breath.

“Why don’t you go to the office, dear?” she speaks through her teeth and Alfie couldn’t hear but your eyes don’t leave his, if anything this was highly amusing.

And you wanted to talk to the men.

“No, thank you. I think I’ll keep Mr. Solomons company while he waits for uncle.” you spoke, looking directly into Martha’s eyes while speaking in a tone that was loud enough for everyone to hear.

She doesn’t say anything, she just backs off.

As cautious as your uncle had been with you, there were two sides to the story. Behind closed doors, he would get mad at you and scold you as much as he could while remaining as gentle as possible but in front of those very doors, he’d have your back and protect you that made most people frightened. He was allowed to get mad at you since you were his niece, but that was a privilege only he had in his hands.

Much to Alfie’s surprise, you shoot him a smirk through the smile you had on and ignore the old assistant. He doesn’t flinch when your hand comes in contact with his arm but there is a wave of alarm in his eyes. He knows your uncle will have Alfie’s scalp in his hands if he doesn’t behave well around you, he’ll try anyway.

Soon, you both find yourself in the dusty room that your uncle so graciously gave you when you had asked for a place to do some work and reading. Standing in the middle of the room, you slowly take your coat off while Martha keeps the door open and mutters something under her breath about making some tea for you and the gentlemen you offered to entertain while he waits for business.

But you don’t ignore the elephant in the room since he’s already gawking at you. You stare back instead. The ghost of a smile pulls at the ends of your lips as his eyes reek over your body, he isn’t subtle to say the least. Glancing at Ollie through the open door, you watch him for a moment as he talks to Martha but your observations are cut short when you hear his voice.

“You ain’t visited me yet, aye?” he speaks, talking about the address he had sent you and you know you can take this two ways. You decide on the fun way. 

He sits in front of the desk and you take the opportunity to lean on the wooden material and have a look at his features. He still looks as handsome, but you don’t give in that easily. You shake your head and he watches the ends of your dress move with the small breeze that comes in from the open door. For all you know, Martha is listening.

“Is that why you’re here?” you speak, words filled with something other than curiosity. Lust, he thinks. He sees the familiar glint of insanity in your orbs and he’s aware of the little game you’re playing behind your uncle but much like you, he isn’t keen on giving in so easily.

“Nah, just business.” he says, voice heavy as it fills the walls. You nod, a few times more than you should before getting comfy on the desk. 

Your eyes glisten before you speak, so he has been waiting for you. Just no matter how interesting this rugged man seemed, there were certain lines you wouldn’t cross and going to an unknown address given by a stranger was one of the many lines you were taught to beware of.

Although it all worked out for the best.

The stranger that had invited you to the location was looking at you now, with hungry eyes for things he wasn’t able to have. You knew men like Alfie, ones who had a superiority complex or it seemed that way from the outside. The kind of men who got whatever they wanted since there was immense blood in their hands.

“So you waited then, hm?” you ask, eyes looking up and down his built figure as he stands before you, he had gotten up when you’d taken a minute to look out the door to see where Martha was since she was usually keen on listening.

“Seein’ as it’s my fuckin’ work place, yeah, can’t say I have, luv.” he speaks, talking about the peculiar address he’d given which you now realise was his work place. 

So he could be trusted after all.

You sigh, this game is highly amusing for you. It’s easy to make up the lines of how this is going to go but it could go so wrong all of a sudden. You want it to, this stranger seems to be a kind one you wouldn’t mind getting under. His eyes watch as you lick your lips, not aware that he’s watching while he observes you in all your wrath since your uncle isn’t around here. Alfie can tell you’re a wolf in mere sheep’s clothing.

“Fine. You win.” You shake your head as you speak. You need to know whether this man wants the things you do, even though you’re sure he does. He’s not to be toyed around with and you recognise the blood on his hands for that matter.

He walks a little closer, close enough for your chest to be almost brushing his figure but he’s entirely too tall. You don’t glance up while your next words fill the air, voice soft to lure him into the fantasy you want to live, no matter how short lived it will end up being.

“What you want?” you ask, eyes looking up to meet his handsome face as he looks down at you in an expression you can’t quite solve. The question hangs around the air while the breeze from the open door gets a little strong.

He sees no reason to ponder around, he knows the old assistant will be around the corner with her peering eyes in a second and this will be the scarce moment he’ll have with you. He doesn’t beat around the bush anyway.

“Ya’ know what.” he says, easy as that and you do, now you’ve learned what he wants.

But it’s not so easy to get it.

It’s the forbidden fruit situation all over again, you know it is. He’s a man with power, the kind of authority that’s able to shake a grown man to his very own core. He has blood on his hands even though his golden beard contradicts the very image that’s created by everything about him. He knows he’s dangerous and so is this situation but you’re no forbidden fruit.

Your uncle has taken all kinds of measures to make sure you’re the best you can be. It’s not like you’re a regular citizen, it’s obvious in your features that you belong somewhere else in the map but there’s the kind of elegance that comes with your bloodline, excluding your uncle who happens to be a gangster.

You take a large step back from his built form, clearing your throat when Martha comes in with a tray in her hands. You see the look he’s giving you and she does, too. You know she’ll rat this out to your uncle but you’ve always made sure he stays on your side so you see no problem with it.

Offering the assistant the widest fake smile you can muster up, you wait until she leaves to speak. It’s a thin line you’re dancing on but it’s a familiar one to you which is why there’s a faint smile on your lips as you speak.

“I’ll let you get on with your business, since that’s all you’re here for, Mr. Solomons.” you speak, watching the way something along the lines of frustration and arousal come over him. You know he thought you’d let him have you against the desk, it seems like the plausible answer from any logical lady whom he’s offered the pleasure but he failed to see the silver lining. You don’t happen to be a logical lady.

He sees the devil behind your eyes and it brings a smirk to his face. It seems as though you’ll be haunting him for a while.

You hear Martha talk about uncle’s car being parked outside to Ollie and you get up at a slower pace than he’d expect and wear your coat over the dress again. You know there are manners your uncle has tried to teach you and covering up in front of a stranger is one of them, or so you think.

He watches as you walk towards the door, waiting like a little kid for your uncle. There’s a flip side to your coin, he gathers. The innocent little jewel who’s been protected all her life also happens to be dancing with the devil for a while, he can see it in your eyes. 

You watch Alfie walk by, touching your waist gently when he has to pass by you to get through the door. You see the way his beard covers up his bothered face and since your uncle is about to arrive and have a meeting with him, why not rile him up further?

A childish smile finds your lips and you hold his arm as an attempt to make him look down at you so you see eye to eye, which works due to the unfamiliar sensation. He lifts his eyebrows, telling you to go ahead and speak and you do but you don’t realise your uncle has been watching your strange interaction with one of the most dangerous man you could find around here.

“Are you blushing or cold?” you speak, fighting giggles as you look up at the man. Alfie opens his mouth to say something but before he can greet your amused face with his playful words, you catch you uncle’s eyes. He clears his throat and you immediately let go of Alfie’s arm, smiling at the old man as he looks at you and Alfie.

Looking like a child caught red-handed, you offer your uncle a small hello but he’s dismissive of it. It’s unclear to you whether he’s in a mood or he saw something he shouldn’t have seen just now. Alfie seems unfazed as he looks down at your little, the devil behind your eyes long gone as you look at your uncle and then Alfie.

“Mr. Solomons..” your uncle speaks, not sparing a glance at you while his eyes size Alfie up. Your gaze moves to the large man next to you as he tips his hat at your uncle as a way of greeting him.

“Shall we start discussing the deal in my office?” your uncle asks but you know better than to assume it’s an invitation, it’s more of an order.

Alfie mutters something unintelligible and turns his gaze to you. You offer him a formal smile this time, everyone is watching so he figures it’s his time to make you blush.

He takes your hand in his and your eyes shoot up, you see your uncle watching hesitantly but Alfie is far too powerful for him to scold the man like he scolds you. Alfie’s plump lips come in contact with your hand as he kisses the back of it gently. A small smirk plays on his lips as you gather the game he’s playing.

“Always a pleasure, luv.” he says, finding his true self to be a gentlemen at the given moment as you stare at him with heavy eyes.

You smile then, the kind of smile that he’d remember when he went to bed at night. You know he’ll be waiting for you in the address he gave you the first time he met you from the way he’s behaving, he isn’t keen on giving up that easily this time.

The territory is familiar to you but it takes two to do this and the other player is foreign territory. A gangster, someone with blood on their hands as it grips the golden rings around his calloused fingers. It perks up your curiosity, the thrill of being with someone so powerful. 

He knows you’re protected. There are two guards with you wherever you go, your uncle’s gift to you on your birthday. He knows you live in a mansion of sorts with too many people around so sneaking in is not a choice. 

But he’s tempted to say the least.

He wants to dance with the devil you hide so well, to feel her touch against his skin under the moonlight. He knows you have your ways around the city and men, too. He also knows that your uncle will try to cut his balls off if he hears even the possibility of the things Alfie wants to do to you but you don’t find in yourself to care.

He knows you’ll come around this time.

Your soft voice plays at a tone only he can hear and he listens with his ears perked up before he goes into your uncle’s office and you go off on your own way. “Pleasure’s all mine.” 

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[prideful-sins]

The Unvarnished Truth; Satan x GN!MC; Smut

A commission piece for @getbehindme-satan who wanted soft Satan smut and a storyline for minor angst, so here we are!

Tags: NSFW//, Satan X GN! MC, Soft Sex, Sensual, Creampie

Word Count: 7K

AO3 Link: Here

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These last few hours had been torture, some strange spell had taken over The House of Lamentation while you had been at RAD finishing some school work, arguing and shouting between all of the brothers as they were forced to reveal their truths about one another. Apparently Satan had wanted to prank Lucifer and ended up using a more powerful spell than he had intended to, now all of them were under a pact to tell the truth for the next 18 hours, the last 3 and a half had been nothing but shouting, from everyone, and the 30 minutes before that was the revelation.

The common room had all of the brothers in and you had tried your best to walk past without being seen, hoping to get to the kitchen and make a drink so you could get back to your studying but you had been spotted. Your name shouted from five out of seven of the brothers, Satan and Lucifer being the only ones who had decided to ignore, faced away from each other with their arms crossed and brows furrowed.

“MC!” Asmodeus was clinging to your arm, dragging you into the site of conflict, a very loud groan leaving your mouth as you rolled your eyes, “I am the most handsome out of my brothers aren’t I?” Asmodeus’ voice was desperate to know your answer but before you could interject with your opinions Lucifer piped up.

“MC has not been affected by Satan’s immature spell so you won’t get the truth from them, Asmodeus” you looked at the eldest with disdain, Asmodeus sighing as his plan was foiled. He knew that the brothers would respect your word and finding out that Lucifer, Mammon, and, astoundingly, Beelzebub thought themselves more handsome than him had floored the avatar of Lust.

“Lucifer no fair! This is ridiculous, you used to think I was the most beautiful angel in the celestial realm. What changed?” Asmo looked like he was about to cry, his eyes sparkling with new found tears as his brothers looked on to his breaking visage, the new information breaking his spirit in a way he never thought would happen.

Lucifer sighed before taking a step towards you both, intent on leaving the room “Any answer you receive you will not be content with, Asmodeus, this is ridiculous, I am spending the remainder of this time in my study away from all of your prying questions”

“Why?” You heard some of the men gasp as Satan’s voice piped up, “scared we’ll actually get some answers to the question we ask on a constant basis?” All of you, apart from Lucifer, were looking at Satan, his hands on his hips and a red, angry, glow surrounding his aura. 

Lucifer took a sharp breath in before sighing and continuing to walk out, “perhaps, there is a reason I don’t answer them?”

“Because you want to keep us tied to you?”

“Satan, calm down…” Mammon stepped forward with his hands out, in an attempt to calm Satan before he got too ahead of his accusations. You could do nothing but look between them, the tension in the room so thick you could basically see the lightning flashing between stares and glares.

“Yes”, Lucifer clasped a hand to his mouth, eyes wide as gasps echoed through the room.

You attempted to diffuse some of the tension, stepping between Satan and his brother, “Lucifer… he didn’t mean that, it’s a hard question to answer truthfully, especially in one ans-“

“I knew it. You just want to keep us locked up down here, with you!” Belphegor pointed at Lucifer, daggers in his eyes as Beelzebub held him back. Venom was basically dripping from Belphegor’s words, poison spat with the last two.

“I’m keeping you all safe!” Lucifer spun around, hand cutting through the air as silence fell over the room, furrowed brows and agape mouths directed to him. No one spoke, no one dared to, not a single person in that room wanted to break the silence with their words, instead they chose to remain quiet and go their separate ways.

Lucifer turned back around with a huff and stormed off to his study. Mammon sighed and sat down onto the sofa. Leviathan walked off behind Lucifer mumbling to himself about something, Satan stormed into the corner of the room so he wouldn’t have to see the back of his eldest brother. Asmodeus, Beel, and Belphie all sat down together talking amongst themselves about the revelation. All that was left was you. You stood there dumbfounded and at a loss for words, no way of knowing how you wanted to tackle this situation and which one of the brothers to go and check on first.

“MC?” Mammon’s voice cut through the silence, and you turned to face him, a genuine look of concern on the demon of Greed’s face, “are you alright?”

“That was a shit show, Mammon” you sighed and walked over to sit next to him, planting your head in your hands and staring over at Satan. He was sitting in the chair and reading, a pout on his lips and a furrow upon his brow as his hand supported his slightly red face. 

“Yeah you ain't gotta tell me that” Mammon leaned back and held his hands against the back of his head sighing frustratedly, stretching his legs out and letting his tension melt away. “The fact of the matter is that this ain’t gonna be a quiet house until this curse wears off”

You were still staring at Satan, a lovelorn look in your eyes but a naturally furrowed brow. “Mammon, why are things always so complicated here?”

“It’s only natural for demons to run wild, ya know? We weren’t allowed to do much of this when we were angels, got our orders and then we had to stick to ‘em”

“Satan never got that though, did he?”

“Naw, he was born out of Lucifer’s wrath, so he only spent a little while in The Celestial Realm gettin’ to grips with being alive and all, and then suddenly we were at war, and then we were here”

“Do not talk of me as if I am not here.” Satan stood up and glared at the both of you before walking past, presumably to his room or the library. You gave him a sorry look, and stuttered to apologise but it was denied, he had already walked past you with his nose held high and a huff in his breath.

“MC?” Beelzebub called out your name and you looked over, another demon who was concerned for you, “don’t let it get to you” he gave you a soft smile as Belphegor ignored Asmodeus’ pleas for attention.

You replied with your own smile before standing and sighing, “thanks Beel.” The room was cold, the fire doing nothing to ease the freezing tensions of previous confessions.

The house being quiet was alien, there was always an argument, music, conversations happening throughout the halls but not now. It was deathly silent, the soft sound of the teaspoon clinking along the sides of the mug as you stirred the sugar into your tea.

“I wonder if Satan is okay?” You murmured to yourself as you stirred aimlessly, sugar completely dissolved and liquid sloshing around without intent. A few minutes passed before the slamming of a door pulled you from your daydreams, you gasped and proceeded to compose yourself, cleaning off your dishes and walking back to your room.

As you passed Satan’s room you heard what you could only assume were books being thrown about as his voice rang out amongst the desolate stillness. You stopped at the door and knocked lightly, the throwing stopping as a stern statement rang out.

“What?”

“Satan are you alright?”

“No. Do I sound like I’m alright?”

“No…”

“Then go away.” His words hurt but you understood, he needed time alone before he could think rationally about it all and talk about it. He had to let his wrath calm down so you could talk about it, the perks of the Demon of Wrath having a soft spot for you.

“If you need to talk, then please come and see me. Okay?” You awaited his response but nothing came, so unfortunately you had to use a last resort. “Satan, will you come and see me about all of this when you’ve calmed down?”

“Y-yes.” The spell worked and he told you the truth, content with his reply you hummed affirmatively and began to walk back to your room.

Beel came walking down the other side of the hall, towards the kitchen and looking for a snack no doubt.

“Hey, Beel, are you okay?”

“Hungry”

You could see his brows furrowing as his eyes shone with a desperate tone, his stomach growling as evidence of his words. You chuckled and placed a hand on his bicep before stopping and tugging at the clothes, Beelzebub looked down at you with raised eyebrows and gave a confused hum.

“Beel do- do you really think you’re more handsome than Asmodeus?” His eyes widened before he sighed and looked away.

”Hmmmm, yes and- and no, I work hard to keep myself fit, Asmo works hard to keep himself looking like- him- I dunno I just feel like I work more to keep looking this way”

You looked at him with a newfound sense of awe, the gluttonous demon’s honesty making you feel just that little bit sad that his hard work to keep fit and healthy goes more unnoticed than Asmodeus’ work.

“Yeah you do have a point, this honesty thing is really hard to keep black and white when it’s all such a grey area…” Beel smiled at you and placed a hand on your head, ruffling your hair slightly and giving a small chuckle.

“It’ll be okay, we have you MC! You always get us out in the end” his reassuring words and smile brought a warmth to your chest, you wrapped your mug free hand around what you could of him and gave Beel a hug, his appreciative hum telling you he enjoyed it.

“There’s a Toad Mucus doughnut in the fridge that has my name on it, you can have it as a thank you” Beel’s eyes widened and he smiled thanking you silently.

You walked off to your room and proceeded to study for the night, cramming in as much research for your schoolwork before heading off to bed, still worried about Satan. He hadn’t come to visit you, even though he said he would and being under a truth spell means he wouldn’t have been able to lie.

Was he still angry? Was his room burning? Was everything smashed? As you spiralled into your thoughts a knock came at the door, and it didn’t even wait for you to say enter before opening. 

Satan stood at the door frame as you popped your head out of the covers, he was dressed down in a t-shirt and some slacks and a slight frown on his face as he stood there. In the dim light he looked so small, frail and fragile as his emotions were laid bare amongst the two of you, his eyes averted as he lingered at the door.

“Do you want to come in?” You whispered, not wanting to disturb his delicate state.

“Yes…” You sat up and pat the space next to you signalling for him to join you. He closed the door and shuffled towards you before kneeling on the bed and sitting down in the space you had pat.

“Are you feeling better?”

He nodded and murmured, “I am”

“Good, I’m glad” you looked down at his hand, resting on the bed, curious whether he’d allow you to take it in this moment of fragility.

The silence was thick and impossible to cut through, you didn’t know what words you wanted to say, or what he wanted to hear. It was just the soft sounds of the echoes in the night, floorboards creaking and the sound of the heating system running through the pipes.

Satan grunted softly as he shifted around, it was so unlike him to come to you without knowing what he wanted, or what he even wished to ask in that moment. You both just sat there in the desolate silence, either enjoying eachothers company or desperately searching for something to break the tension.

“Did you break a lot?” Your voice could barely be heard even though silence was enveloping you both, Satan winced at your words and sighed.

“Yes, I did” you could hear the disdain in his voice, almost frightened by his own anger, as he curled up into his knees, chin resting upon his knees as you stared absentmindedly.

“I’ll help you tidy it tomorrow, would you like to sleep here tonight?” Your question took him by surprise, a gasp echoing into the night as your hands fiddled around with each other anxiously, sweat beginning to pool within your palm.

“I would” seeing his vulnerability laid out so bare just continued to take your breath away, you reached for the duvet and pulled it back, inviting him in. As you both shuffled around in the darkness, legs sliding into the covers and light grunts echoing amongst the rustling of fabric, your hands got tangled and ended up upon each other. Time stood still.

You stared down at your hands, breath hitching in your throat. What should you do? Should you pull away from him? Did Satan even want to hold your hand, was he enjoying this as much as you were?

His fingers curled around yours, body leaning in closer as his other hand came to your arm, thumb tentatively rubbing at your skin, heat crackling out from the contact as your breath quickened. You had no clue how one person could make you feel like this, a simple touch reducing you to a mumbling mess with sweat pooling at the base of your hairline.

His lips were an inch away from yours, hesitation in his breath as his jaw trembled, eyebrows twitching as his eyes darted around your face, taking in your structure, memorising it, making sure he wasn’t overstepping any boundaries. Nothing in your language told him to stop, the tremble of your breath merely activated by his intrusion as you leaned your face into his, the skin of your lips barely grazing over one another as your breath intermingled.

“Do you want to kiss me, Satan?” You barely finished your question before he replied, his voice shaking, all the confidence he placed in front of himself before his brothers vanished, the weak side of him being the only part he showed you now.

“I do, I have for weeks… longer than I’d care to admit” he leaned forward and closed the gap lips tingling against each other as your chest fluttered, the feeling that you’d been aching for was finally happening. Satan was kissing you and your whole body was melting into it, your fingers playing around and entwining with his, your other hand reaching out and resting upon his waist.

He pulled away and leaned his forehead against yours, breath trembling as he gave a single breathy chuckle.

“You taste exactly like I thought you would” you returned the laugh and leaned in to kiss him again, pushing your body closer to his and leaning your head into his touch, deepening the kiss. The hand on your arm worked down, along your waist, and rested upon your hip with the tips of his fingers sliding into the hem of your shirt. Satan liften himself onto his knees and crawled towards you, his body over shadowing yours as you leaned back and let him take you.

Your lips battled against each other as the heat kept rising, your bodies desperately trying to get closer as his chest rested upon yours, hand sliding up the crook of your back as his other hand supported his weight. One of Satan’s knees came between your legs, his other touching the side of your leg.

You grunted against his lips as your hand pulled him closer, his moans were soft and mewling, the hand at your side coming to your legs as you anchored it around the back of his knee, the sensation of his fingers sliding along your bare thigh making stars enter your vision.

Your hands tugged at his shirt, eager to remove the clothes, eager to just see and feel more of him within your grasp, his skin burning against your bare knuckles as they grazed fleetingly against his flesh in your hurried attempts to undress.

“Do you want this?” Satan pulled away from you and leaned his forehead against yours, the moment hanging in the air as you both lost yourselves within each other. You nuzzled your head into his just a little and snaked a hand up his shirt, feeling his skin shudder under your finger’s languid gaze.

“I do, Satan, I really do” your reply was hasty, eager to feel his lips upon yours again, your knee lifting up and softly caressing his groin and hardening erection. He sighed happily and returned to kissing you, the hand upon your back coming around and exploring your stomach, a shaky gasp echoing into his lips as your skin burned under the tips of his fingers.

You gripped the bottom of his shirt and tugged it up over his head, forcing both of you to part so you could receive what you so desperately craved. His skin looked flawless, your eyes widening in the dim light as your fingers shakily reached out to caress him. He had seemed so delicate before, you were scared to touch him lest he break under your hungry appetite, eager to have more of him around you, on you, within you. 

“Touch me, please, I need you to” words you never expected to hear from Satan, he always seemed so composed and proud, but he was putty in front of you, half-lidded and desperate.

You nodded and sat up onto your knees, placing your lips upon his chest and dotting soft kisses along the top of his pecs and up his neck. His skin felt so warm, inviting you to touch it all over, your hands running along his chest and caressing the soft blonde hairs as your palms were gliding over his skin. His breath echoed in the night, raspy and desperate, his chest shakily shuddering under your touch. He leaned into your touch as soon as he felt it, your kisses on his jaw causing Satan to dip down into you, your hands drawing his body closer with each slight sensation until he was almost on top of you once again.

“I can’t wait anymore” his voice was low and dripping with his lust for you, a soft sweet melody accompanied by the lyrics you had so desperately craved for him to sing to you. His hand tugged your shirt over your head to reveal your chest, nipples perking up harder at the sudden hit of cool air. Satan wasted no time, he wasn’t joking around when he said he couldn't wait for you any longer, his mouth was already kissing around one of your nipples, and his hand sliding down your shoulder to your chest with the perked bud resting comfortably between the tips of his fingers.

A slight mewl escaped your throat as he licked at your skin, your stomach heating up with the newfound arousal, each touch beckoning you to melt within his grasp. Everytime Satan pulled away you could feel his breath on the wetness of your nipple and each time it drove you crazy, a shudder ringing it’s way up your spine accompanied by a sweet groan of his name. His other hand was stroking along your waist desperate to remain close to you as your body went limp in his grasp.

His knee was between your thighs and softly grinding against your clothed groin, your leg lifting and rubbing on his hip and upper thigh as your hands came to his neck and hair. One cupping his jawline with your thumb softly rubbing against his cheek as your other hand entwined within his golden locks, fingertips massaging his scalp begging him not to leave your chest. Satan was only too happy to comply, his tongue hungrily lapping at the bud, teeth nibbling at the skin, his fingers pinching your arousals, you could hardly control yourself. Your back was arching in pleasure and your hips working against you to grind your groin into his leg just to feel more of him upon you.

Satans lips left your nipple, the bud screaming out for him to return but it was soon silenced as he made his way down your abdomen, leaving a kissing trail so he could find his way back in the darkness. Your hands followed suit, remaining in his hair and upon the side of his neck and softly fondling his skin and hair as he silently worshipped you. Soft kisses and heated breaths were the only thing breaking the sexual tensions along with the soft darling of fabrics against the bed spread.

Satan’s head came to your groin and he nuzzled his nose into the areas just above the waistband of your trousers as his hands cupped the outer sides of your thighs, lifting them up slightly. The demon grazed his nose against the fabric of your crotch before dragging his lips on the inner of your thigh, your stomach flipping as shockwaves coursed through your skin, each nerve on end, every hair standing up as you gasped Satan’s name. His hands were so deft, lightly holding onto your thighs as he kissed your skin, taking your scent in with deep breaths and holding onto it for a few seconds just so he could savour it.

Your hips rolled around as you got more and more aroused, his hands sending flames through your nerves with each passing graze, green fingernails digging into your skin slightly. His lips continued to kiss around both of your thighs, going between left and right and giving them both equal time as he worshipped your skin.

After a while you became restless, wanting to give him a semblance of the same pleasure he was giving to you. You leaned up onto your elbow and threaded your hand back into his hair, alerting him to your ideas, a soft hum escaping him as he understood the look in your eyes.

“Please?” you whispered as he smiled at you, pressing one last kiss on your thigh before crawling back up over you and kissing your lips. In this moment you took it upon yourself to change it over, maneuvering your bodies so you were on top of him, your freshly kissed thigh between his legs and a hand resting upon his stomach. The soft muscle of his abdomen and his barely visible hairs felt upon your fingers as they caressed over his skin, a slight shudder felt through his breath as you leaned into the kiss even more.

His erection was at the forefront of your mind, the clothed muscle grinding softly against your lower stomach as your bodies rubbed together. You parted from his lips but not his skin, darting back to kiss down his chin, down his jaw and ending up on his shoulder sucking softly at the flesh between bites, nibbles, and kisses. It was Satan’s turn to become unravelled, his hips rolling into yours and softly grinding his dick against the bare flesh of your stomach.

You pressed your hand down onto him, silently telling him to desist so you could work your magic. Satan reluctantly stopped his hips and leaned his head back as your hand travelled down, palming his erection over his slacks, a soft gasp escaping his mouth as he sighed in relief. He was warm, even through the fabric, you could feel his dick twitching under your grasp as you massaged it slowly. You leaned down and kissed his chest, getting closer to his nipples with each lingering peck, your hand continued to massage his erection, the soft rustling of fabric against flesh filling the room.

Satan’s breathy moans spurred you on, hand clasping the waistband of his trousers and sliding them down, slowly revealing him in the most teasing of ways. His hips rolled around in an effort to quicken your pace but you kept steady, kissing the area around his nipple and denying him the touch he so desperately craved. A light grunt came from him as he looked up at you, a playful plea in his eye, aching for you to hurry.

The trousers, along with his underwear, were slid down and Satan’s erection popped out, lightly slapping his stomach as his hips jolted up. You smirked against his skin before softly grasping his dick, thumb square on the base of his head and massaging in tiny little circles over one of his veins, and slowly rubbing up and down the top of his shaft.

His breathing was erratic, chest heaving with tiny gasps as his body twitched with pleasure. You brought your tongue down onto the sensitive skin of his nipple and began to lick small, concentric, circles over his hardened bud, and for the first time, Satan audibly moaned. A moan that meant something, it could have been an echo of your name, you couldn’t make it out but this was progress. Satan was opening up and letting you in, letting you see this vulnerable side, the side of him that you drove wild, the side of him that was so obsessed with you that it was hard to even breathe around you without becoming enthralled. 

His whole body was reacting to you, chest heaving with anticipation, hips rolling around with your teasing touches, breath getting hotter with each adrenaline fueled shock to his nerves. You began to pump his dick, hand working slowly along the shaft and keeping in time to the sensual rhythm you had both composed. Satan’s hips were rocking in time with your hand, his legs twitching as your thumbed over veins and skin, breath quickening, then halting as he took your touch in, before exhaling his tensions.

“MC- hah- that fe-” you shushed him as you looked up at his flushed face and knitted brows telling you everything you needed to know. You kissed his chest and began to move your lips downwards planting small smooches along various parts of his stomach and abdomen as you travelled down towards his erection. As you came to his neatly trimmed pubic hair Satan’s breath hitched in his throat, anticipation taking over his whole being as he found himself unable to breathe, hoping to feel the entirety of the pleasure you were about to grant him.

Your hand was still on his shaft, body sliding between his legs as you had travelled further down the bed. You kissed around the base of his dick, towards his balls, and moved his dick to softly graze along your cheek as you passed. The tiniest breaths escaped Satan as he looked down at you worshipping his skin with the daintiest of kisses dotted around his balls and the base of his dick. His hands gripped the bedsheet beside him, his knuckles bare white as your lips kissed up and along his shaft.

As you came to the tip you looked up at Satan and smiled at him, admiring his desperate lust and breathy sighs. Your hand pumped his dick a few more times as your lips were teasingly smiling against the tip, his breathy pleas becoming more erratic, brows furrowing down as he got impatient. You smirked before sticking your tongue out and licking along his slit, the precum dripping from the hole salty upon your tastebuds. Satan hissed in pleasure and his head dropped back onto the bed as your tongue licked up and down along the slit of his head.

A low moan escaped him as your tongue rolled it’s way around his dick, slicking it up with your spit before taking it within your mouth and bobbing your head up and down the top of his shaft. Another moan, slow and drawn out, as you took him within your mouth and moving your head up and down, your hand clutching the base and massaging it gently with the tips of your fingers digging in slightly. Satan’s hips began to rock slightly as he lifted the sheets within his hands, fabric rustling along with the soft mewls of the night. Satan’s soft grunts and moans as you pleasured him only made you want to continue like this, keeping him all to yourself but the deepinging hunger in your stomach only demanded that he pleasure you, too.

It had been a few minutes of your mouth around Satan’s cock, his hips rolling around as he panted in agonistic pleasure. You pulled off of him, enticing a small whine as he looked at you with lust-filled, half lidded, eyes that screamed for release. His face was flushed, eyebrows knitted together as he looked down at you with an open mouth and heaving breaths.

“MC?” Satan’s voice was shaky as he leaned up on his elbows, releasing the bed sheets from his grasp and lifting his knees slightly as you dotted kisses around the base of his stomach, slowly making your way up to his chest and sucking lighty at a spot upon his neck causing his to suck in another breath and to wake him from his lustful hypnosis, and wake up he did. His hand came to your waist and you both moved around with each other, his leg coming between your knees as he kissed your lips deeply. 

Satan moved his face and nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck and began to bite and suck at the skin of your shoulder, his hand slowly moving down to your waistband as his finger tips danced around the skin of your stomach taking in all of the crevices, every dip and turn of your flesh bore into his mind as he memorised your body through his touches. Everywhere he felt you sent tingles through your body, the heat in your stomach rising as he closed in on the waistband of your trousers.

As Satan’s fingers slipped into your clothing, under the trousers and within your underwear, you rocked your hips into his waiting touch. The sensation of him touching you was heaven, coupled with the feeling of his lips upon your skin causing you to become winded. His teeth softly biting down into your flesh a small amount of pain but mostly pleasure, the adrenaline covering anything that wasn't rapture in that moment. You could feel his tongue within his mouth as he bit you, rolling around on your skin desperately marking you as his with saliva.

His fingers slid down further and you raised your knee to accommodate the invasion, his fingers slick with your horny juices as he travelled further to your hole. Your trousers became a nuisance, getting in the way of his conquest. He huffed and moved back to rip them from you before taking his own off, leaving you both naked and desperate. No time to admire before he places your leg over his shoulder, leaning your body to the side while he sucked on the fingers he was going to enter within you, slicking them up for his grand entrance.

Once again Satan leaned down to kiss you while placing his fingers at your hole, one of the tips circling around slightly as your hips twitched into the touch. You brought your hands up to his face and cupped his cheeks, your fingers pushing away and entwining within the strands of hair that had fallen onto his face and stuck to the sweat of his brow. Your knee anchored on his hip as Satan tentatively inserted a finger within you, the tip moving further and further in, slowly and timid as your breath hitched within his mouth. You sucked in his remaining air as your back arched and your lips were ripped away from his, a sharp breath at the feeling of his finger within you, stretching your hole just a little.

“Hah!” a shrill gasp as Satan curled his finger within you and you felt yourself stretch just that little bit more, he smirked at the twisted pleasure on your face admiring the way he made you feel under his hands. Once again he memorised the way you looked right now, making sure he could remember it or time later in his life where, perhaps, you weren't around for him to have an, up and close, personal view. Another finger was inserted within you as Satan made an appreciative grunt, admiring how you were writhing and moaning along with his fingers.

“MC you look so beautiful” he whispered into your ear and you smiled in response taking fistfuls of his hair and softly pulling him towards you to plant a kiss on his lips as he thrusted his fingers within you, deeper and deeper until his knuckle was rubbing against your ass cheek. You were moaning into his lips and grinding into him with your hips, your groin slightly grazing against the skin of his thigh in an eager attempt to feel more of him on you.

With each thrust of his fingers your stomach flipped, an echoing chasm of arousal that sparked each nerve in your body as Satan’s fingers worked within you. It hadn’t been long but you could already feel your orgasm rising, that unmistakable thrumming of your groin as your muscles lightly contracted around his digits.

Satan’s fingers stopped and he smirked into your kiss, “already?” Pride was radiating from him as he slipped his fingers out of you, your hands unthreading from his hair as the thrum of your arousal dimmed down, still there but becoming dormant. Your breath was no longer quick and raspy; it mellowed out as you leaned towards Satan, slowly lifting your body up and dragging your hands down to his waist.

“Satan I-” you kissed his lips and began to move yourself around, switching your positions one more time, “-let me touch you, please?” Satan stuttered, his eyes glazing over as he darted between your own. Hesitantly he nodded, pride receding back as he let himself calm down once again, you understood him so well. Asking permission for you to see him in this vulnerable state only made him care for you more, he wanted to show you it, he craved the intimacy of you knowing him like that.

You smiled and took a breathy sigh, reassuring yourself and letting Satan feel comfortable with his decision. The sheets rustled as you moved down between his legs, your arms sinking below his thighs and pulling them up over your shoulders as you lay down between his knees. His dick lightly hit his stomach as you liften Satan’s hips and spread his ass cheeks, showing you his asshole.  Your hands were cupping a cheek each and you licked your lips in anticipation of your next meal, his ass looked so inviting and the blush dusting his cheeks only attested to that.

With desperate anticipation you leaned down and licked at his hole his thighs shuddering against your shoulders as Satan gasped in pleasure once more. He tasted immaculate and your tongue only wanted to go deeper, you rolled it around the tight skin and savoured his flavour listening in on the sharp breaths of his pleasure. Satan’’s cock started twitching as you ate him out so you reached one of your hands over and began to pump it, lightly grasping the flesh and massaging it gently. 

Satan moaned out your name as his thighs twitched and convulved next to your head, your own sense of pride radiating from within as he melted in your grasp. Once again he gripped the bed sheets to ground himself in his euphoric moans, your name cascading from his lips as his legs twitched in pleasure. You relished in his delighted whimpers, over stimulated with pleasure from your tongue and hand.

“M-Mc I’m-” Satan’s hips were bucking around, restless with their movements, a sweat once again on his brow as his orgasm drew near.

“Hush darling”  you whispered, bringing your mouth away from his ass and kissing along the skin as you lay his hips back down onto the bed. All the way up his body Satan trembled at each kiss you dotted upon his skin, your legs coming to each side of his hips as you leaned down, ass in the air, and kissed his nipple. “Are you ready?”

“I am, I- I’m already close though” you smiled at him and cupped his cheek with your hand, “don’t you worry about that” he needed the reassurance that you would be fine if he came first. Satan smiled back and brought his hand up to yours to grasp it lightly. You leaned down and kissed his hand, then his forehead, and finally, his lips, before lowering your hips down and teasing your hole above his penis.

You rocked your hips against the tip of his cock, slightly taunting him as you kissed Satan deeply. His breath hitched as you slid yourself down and slowly entered him within you, a shockwave rupturing your nervous system as you finally got the satisfaction of what you had been craving. Satan hissed and pulled away from your lips his hand gripping yours as his breath hitched once more. You continued to slowly sink down onto him, his dick filling you up in all the right ways as your breath quickened, that pit in your stomach echoing into your chest as pleasure took over your soul.

A soft moan escaped both of you in unison, the feeling obviously mutual as both of you sighed in pleasure. Satan brought his hands to your hips as you lifted them up, your chest tightening as his dick pleasured you, electric running through your veins as you continued to fuck him. Your legs twitched at his sides and Satan’s convulsed behind you as you connected, the light slapping of flesh and your breathy moans ringing within the room as your muscles screamed out in rapture.

Satan became more confident as you both continued, anchoring his feet into the bed and lifting you up with his hips before dragging himself out of you and slamming himself within you. With each thrust of his hips your vision became clouded, words struggling to form within your head, all you could think about was the insurmountable pleasure you were receiving from Satan in this moment. Your moans became mindless babbles and the same happened for Satan, his thrusts becoming erratic and out of rhythm as fatigue pooled in droplets of sweat upon his brow.

You leaned down and kissed him, planting your hips onto his and forcing them down onto the bed once more, and then with your own rhythm you took over the pleasure. Both of your brows were knitted together and you sloppily kissed each other through the gratuitous sex, Satan’s dick touching your walls in every heavenly way you could imagine as you lifted and lowered yourself onto him.

His hands gripped at your hips, fingernails digging into your skin, before muttering your name through his raspy moans. His legs were twitching and you could feel the tension within his body as his orgasm climbed, you were closing in too but not as near as Satan.

“I- I’m-”

“Cum for me Satan, please?” You begged him in a hushed tone, lips right by his ear as he gasped in satisfaction. His breath was shaky as he nodded silently, eyes glazing over with tears as he absent-mindedly thrust his hips into you a few more times before crying out in a muffled whimper as he came within you. His cock pumping his seed into you as Satan’s chest heaved with his rapturous breaths, stray tears fell from his eyes as he looked up at the ceiling of your room. As he came down from his high you kissed his cheek and nuzzled your nose into his skin, offering him reassuring compliments.

“You didn’t cum, here let me” his dick was still within you but Satan moved his hand to your groin and began to massage you, the still waters of your orgasm once again rekindled as your hips moved with his fingers, you had been close before and the edging had only done wonders for your climax as his fingers danced and maneuvered around the most sensitive points. Your breaths became loose once again, disheveled through his tender touches, and soon enough you were cumming. Your back arched, planting your chest against his, as you muttered his name over and over again into his ear, your walls closing around his softening dick within you in sheer pleasure.

“Hah- hah- ahh~” you could do nothing but breathe your moans as you came down, the orgasm taking any energy you had previously causing you to slump on top of him, Satan’s hand wrapping around you and pulling you in close with nary a hair between your skin.

“That was-” he smiled with a breathy chuckle, “amazing”

“Really?”

“Yes, I mean it. All those night’s yearning to know what you felt like within my arms, I’m glad to know it’s better than I was letting myself believe”

“I feel the same” you lifted yourself up and placed a kiss on his cheek, stopping to appreciate the lovelorn glaze over his eyes.

“We should go to sleep soon,” he admitted with a tone of disappointment.

“At least we’ll wake up next to each other” you kissed him again before peeling yourself off of his chest, your sweat mixed in together with each other’s juices. “I’m going to go and clean up, okay? I’ll be back soon” Satan nodded and you quickly redressed and left for the bathroom.

Once you returned Satan was fast asleep on your bed with his boxer shorts hastily pulled on in his tired state. You smiled and walked over to join him, pulling the sheet over you both and placing a small kiss on his forehead, your own silent goodnight.

[ofwolvesandbutterflies]

never know

Pairing: Jung Jaehyun x Reader

Genre: angst, smut, fluff

Tags: fwb!au, likeineedyou!au, unedited

Warnings: pining. language. mature content. 

day 30 of 30 days with NCT

Synopsis: in which you’ve promised yourself countless times that ‘this would be the last time with Jaehyun’... and never once had you kept that promise

// I never knew love would hurt this fuckin’ bad // (x)

a/n: we started this series off with Jaehyun, might as well finish it with Jaehyun.

thank you all so much for going on this ridiculously long journey with me! thank you @jaehyun-eclipsed​ for letting me constantly bounce ideas off you!! can’t wait for a future collab ;)

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[19:26]

“Hey, beautiful,” Jaehyun’s voice sounded soft floating through your cell phone speakers. “Are you busy?”

A strange feeling - the same strange feeling that twisted your stomach up in knots every time you saw, heard, felt Jaehyun - filled your chest with dread. Fingers found the edge of your shirt as you balled your hands into fists. This wasn’t a social call and you knew that. And you promised yourself that last time would be the last time you gave into him. But the thin - thin - line between friends and lovers had blurred long ago, leaving you hurt and confused. 

Because Jaehyun smiled so easily. One look at him and his gentle smile, his cheeky dimples, his sparkling eyes, and you were gone. Whether he was dressed in a fitted suit and tie for work, decked out in that one pair of grey sweat pants that you loved on him, or draped in nothing but the glossy aftermath of what occasionally transpired between the two of you… he was much more to you than just ‘good looking’. 

There were moments where you found yourself wishing you could see clearly how he felt for you. Like when he’d cook breakfast for you each morning you woke up in his bed, or the way he’d marvel at you for hours and hours on end after each lovemaking session. It was strange, the instances where you’d find yourself sitting on his lap, his arms tied loosely around your waist at random parties. Oftentimes, your mutual friends would ask what it was the two of you were. You would smile, glance at the way he bit his bottom lip silently, then shrug. He never had an answer for them and you had learned to live with it. 

You wanted something more, though. No, not you- your heart. Your wretched heart wanted more than what it seemed he was willing to give you. So day after day, you pushed your unresolved feelings for your friend to the side and poured yourself out willing whenever it was more convenient for him. 

“Y/N?”

You blinked. Right. You were still on the phone with him. The bitter taste of powerlessness washed over you and you exhaled. Fuck it, you thought to yourself. This… this will be the last time. “Sorry… I just- I zoned out for a moment. But no, I-I’m not busy right now.”

He said nothing for a couple seconds, just let you stew in the familiar pot of anxiety that came every time the two of you spoke. And in those few seconds, you considered the implications of telling him right then and there what he meant to you. If worst comes to worst, Jaehyun would say no. And then start ignoring you. And then deprive you of his playful smile, his gentle touches, his deep laughter, his- his everything for the rest of your life. You shut your lips just as he opened his. “… Can I come over?” 

“I-I guess?” The words fell from your lips in a confused mess without so much of a filter to catch the unease. You could almost visualize the upwards quirk in his lips as you continued to spout nonsense, rushing to cover what really wasn’t that big of a deal. “I mean, sure. Uh, yeah! Yeah, absolutely, come on over!” 

“You okay?” Jaehyun hummed, chuckling. The tell tale momentary ‘bloop’ of him switching the call to speaker and the swish of fabric sounded through the phone. You laid back, faint smile dancing over your lips. If you knew Jaehyun, you knew he was already getting ready to come over. A muted sigh left your lips. Who were you to stop him? “It sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself that you want me over.” 

“No…” you mumbled, passing a hand over your tired features. “I-I’m not- just... come over.”

“Are you sur-”

“Yes, Jae. I’m sure.” You hoped the irritation wasn’t as obvious as it sounded like coming from your lips. At this point, he came over so regularly that it didn’t matter to you whether he asked or not. A deep breath. Then, you continued. “Sorry, I’m just… I’m a little tired but it’s fine. Please come over. I’d rather fall asleep with you than fall asleep alone.” 

When he spoke, the mischievous smile was evident in his voice. “Well,” he sucked in a sharp intake of air. “I don’t know about you, but sleeping wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, princess.”

“-Or you can stay wherever you are now, cheeseball. That’s fine, too-” you simpered. His deep laughter did wonders for you and your slowly beating heart. A sudden onslaught of memories from previous nights spent with him rushed to the forefront of your mind. In seconds, a deep blush covered your face. Oh the things Jaehyun could do to your body.

“No! I-I’m kidding!” he yelped. A giggle bubbled past your lips. He could be the biggest dork at times… Perhaps, that was one of the reasons you had fallen for him. Through the surprisingly high definition phone speaker, the sound of shuffling in socks on the wood floor of his apartment and him pulling on a pair of shoes played out alongside his even breaths. Soon after came the opening and closing of a door, likely the front door of his apartment. “I’ll be over in 10. See you soon, my love.”

With the click of the line and the dropping of your jaw, the call went dead. In one smooth move, you had chucked your phone to the other side of the bed, bringing a pillow up to cover your face as you screamed. Since when did Jaehyun call you his ‘love’? 

Rolling over to glare at your reflection in the mirror on your vanity, you cursed your handsome ‘friend’ under your breath. 

--

You confused Jaehyun. It was as simple as that. 

He liked you. No- he loved you. And he thought you knew. He thought he was beyond obvious in those longing glances he would shoot you every chance he got. He thought the lingering touches he’d leave on your skin in the hugs, in the kisses, in the post sex cuddles were sufficient. Hell, the fact that he’d come over for movie nights, dinner, shopping outings, or for no other reason than to just be around you had to stand for something. 

He thought you knew what he fostered for you was beyond lust, beyond the primal yearning for skin on skin. Why else would he perform the simple things in life for you like text you ‘good morning’s’, ‘good afternoon’ and ‘good night’s’? Why else would he tug you into his lap when there was nowhere to sit and curl his arms around you so that everyone else could see that you weren’t available? 

Sometimes, Jaehyun mused, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your neck, reveling in the way you shivered under his touch. Sometimes, it seemed like you knew.

You had to know. There was always something deeper than desire in your eyes when you looked at him. Every time you touched him, it wasn’t just burning passion that danced over his skin. It was playful affection. Amongst the sweaty sheets, shared touches, and hunger for pleasure… there was something else. Jaehyun saw it when he first met you in the awkward blushing mess that you were. He saw it the first time you kissed him, just a chaste peck on the lips after he had walked you home the night of that one party. He saw it that first night with you, in the way you reached out to him sleepily after he collapsed on the bed beside you, tugging him close like he was the only thing that mattered in your life. And he knew well what it was. 

He heard it in the way you stuttered on the phone with him earlier before he came over. He felt it in the slow kiss you greeted him with at the door. He saw it when you gazed unabashedly over his well cut figure after he tugged his sweatshirt off, propping himself above you. He tasted it on your tongue as your body arched up into his and your arms pulled him down, fingers caught in his hair. And when you came undone around him, lips pressed into the side of his neck in an effort to muffle the sweet noises only /he/ could wretch from the very pit of your being… he felt it, too. The unadulterated craving for something more. For love. 

But other times… it seemed like you would do anything to get away from him. It wasn’t as if you were actively avoiding him like the plague, dodging every glance he threw at you, swerving every time he reached for you… No, what you did was much worse. Take, for example the current moment in time.

“Y/N,” Jaehyun called, reaching out to where you lay, facing away from him on the other side of the bed. “Baby… Princess… Beautiful…” You shook your head after each name, covering your shivering, bare body with the grey polyester sheets covering your bed. When you were upset with Jaehyun, you never told him. Never told him what was bothering you, never told him what he could do to make it better. He propped himself up on one elbow, running a benign hand over the goosebumps that had risen on your arm. There was one last name he hadn’t used yet.

With a soft sigh, he brought himself closer to you, draping his arm along the slope of your waist. “My love…”

You froze beneath him. Jaehyun took that as a sign to continue. “Please… tell me what’s wrong.”  

--

Jaehyun felt so good. 

From the way he kissed you and the patterns his fingers made, dancing along the slope of your spine... to the way he picked you up, whispering harshly to wrap your legs around his waist. You loved the way his lips caressed your skin, nipping and biting to form the countless marks into bigger constellations. 

And he looked otherworldly when he gazed down at you like that. His plush lips were pink and wet and his eyes blown out with something deeper, darker than carnal desire. Jaehyun knew you and he knew what you liked. He knew what drew the sweetest sounds past your lips. 

There was an animalistic grin that spread across his lips when he teased you… and there was also the reverent way he cupped your face oh so tenderly upon slipping inside of you, locking your lips in an impassioned frenzie to distract you from the stretch. He’d swallow all your sinful moans, rocking into you at an agonizingly slow pace until you finally broke, begging him to give you sweet release. 

You had no doubt Jaehyun felt the breakneck speed of your heartbeat as you melted on top of him. With your cheek on his chest, you could hear the frantic beating of his heart right below you, almost perfectly syncopated with yours. 

“You alright, Love?” Jaehyun mumbled, brushing the hair out of your face with a light hand. There was that pet name again.

“I-I’m fine.” The lie came from your lips much too easily to be truthful and he watched curiously as you pushed yourself off of him. You lay beside him for a minute, waiting for the speed of your heart to slow down. An immeasurable sense of melancholy washed over your blissful reverie as you realized… Jaehyun wasn’t really... yours. That beautiful smile you saw so often on his face, it was the same smile he smiled around other people. The deepset laugh that rumbled in his chest was a chuckle you had heard in public. What proof did you have that you were the only one? Had you really been a fool to think you were special to him? Pathetic sobs built in your chest as you curled in on yourself. 

“Y/N… Baby… Princess… Beautiful… My love.” By then, his arms had found purchase around your waist again, tugging your back flush against his chest. You froze, unshed tears still gathering in the corners of your eyes. “Please… Tell me what’s wrong.” 

The two of you might have been sleeping together recreationally, but that didn’t mean you were anything more now. 

Perhaps that’s what made it so difficult for you to admit that you wanted him as more than what the two of you were. You rolled over in his arms, bottom lip quivering as you jabbed him in the chest. 

“That is what’s wrong!” 

His brow furrowed as if he didn’t quite understand. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I follo-”

Why do you care about me so much when we’re only fucking for shits and giggles? Thousands of words sat on your chest, waiting to lash out at the object of both your love and frustration. But all you could to was search his eyes, doing your best to form a coherent argument. Where do you get off calling me ‘your love’ when I don’t even know for sure if you actually love me? was the first thought that screamed in your mind. People will ask us what we are… and-and I want so, so badly to say that we’re something more than friends with benefits, but I don’t know what we are at this point!

Jaehyun brought a hand up to your face, cupping your cheek to wipe away the tears that trickled down your face. I’ll look at you and your stupidly handsome face, hoping you’ll say something to reassure me that my feelings are reciprocated, but all you ever do is smile! Smile and say nothing!

The unspoken words sounded even harsher the longer you rolled them over in your mind. Tears continued to flow from your eyes, unrestrained and all you could do was bury your face in his chest, whispering a near inaudible “I love you. But you’ll never know. And that’s what’s wrong.” against the spot right above his heart.

Jaehyun’s arms tightened around you and he tilted your chin up towards him. All you saw burning in his eyes was the same thing you felt warming your stomach. The intensity in his gaze conveyed all that you had been wondering; you realized slowly that maybe, just maybe… you hadn’t whispered quietly enough. 

And with that, he kissed you like he never had before, pulling away only to murmur ‘I love you, too.’ 

[noonawriter]

Find Me In The Club

Word Count:2255

Warnings: Cursing, Alcohol, Car Sex, No Protection (wrap it before you tap it)

Jongin was feeling himself.

Not literally mind you.  His outfit was on point. Black, tailored slacks, polished wingtips, and a white button down dress shirt rolled up mid-forearm was the latest of the goodies an up and coming designer had sent him. Several of his signature rings and his cologne had him walking taller for some reason. Tonight, he was going to scope out the new club across town. Mysterium was its name and if the hype was true, there would be a line down the block. He pulled up to the valet, tipping the young man a crisp fifty “Take care of her please” as he walked up to the velvet rope separating the line from the excitement inside. The bouncer almost sent him away. Almost. 

“Kai, is that you?” The bouncer squinted in his direction. He continued, “Dude. It’s great to see you man. When did you get back?”  

Kai chuckled, “Last night. How’ve you been?” 

The big man grinned,  “Just fine man. Thanks to your company, I’ve got the head position here. I just so happened to give the guy at the door a break. Come on in man.  It’s wild in there”. Kai shot him a smile, gave him a fist bump and pushed on through the crowd. He was met with a  heavy oak door. The title of the club engraved in the dark wood. It was smooth to the touch and he could almost feel the music from the otherside.

The pounding bass from the dance track could be felt deep within his soul. A sly smirk graced his face as he stared out at the dance floor. Packed with gorgeous people; the bodies moved in time to the beat.  

He saw all types. Barely legal to mid life crisis. Stick figured models dressed to kill all the way to big, beautiful ladies owning their outfits. He saw hands on hips, shoulders, asses and up in the air. Licking his lips, he took in the site before him with a pleased sigh. Tonight was going to be interesting. 

The bar was on the other side of the dance floor and he was thirsty so he began the trek through the writhing bodies.  He swayed with the beat as he worked his way through the sweaty crowd, pausing to dance occasionally. One woman in particular found her way in his path grinning sensually. 

“Hi handsome.”  He mouthed his greeting trying to get around her but she wouldn’t move. Her hands sneaking around his biceps and to his back to run down his shirt. She leaned in giving him a clear view of her cleavage; thighs exposed more than he preferred. “Dance with me” she said. It was clear she wasn’t going to leave until he played her game. He was more than willing to play along, to an extent. 

His hands grasped her hips, causing her to let out a wanton moan.  He pulled her close bringing his lips to the shell of her ear. “Nah.  I’m good”.  He spun her around and side stepped; leaving her behind with a chuckle playing on his lips. He heard the huff and sigh. The bar was now in his site so he focused on finding a good spot and what he wanted to drink.  

After finding a stool at the corner of the bar, he sat with his back to the wall, taking advantage of the prime spot to people-watch. The bartender came over to ask what he wanted but recognized him immediately. 

 “Back so soon, Kai?” He nodded and smiled brightly enjoying himself. When his drink got back to him, he sipped slowly and took a deep breath. Just because he was alone after being with his boys on tour didn’t mean he couldn’t have a little fun. He took in the view. The dance floor had cleared up slightly. And one woman in particular caught his eye. 

You wore a dark navy dress that hugged your body in all the right places.  Thin straps on your shoulders showed off your lithe upper body. The hem stopped mid thigh showcasing your long dancer legs. The back dipped dangerously low to the small of your back, hinting at the artwork carefully placed there.  The red bottom shoes you wore accentuated your ass.  Your hips swayed side to side to the beat; rolling gracefully. Your hair was pinned up messily on your head with a random piece here and there hanging down.

His eyes were drawn to you automatically. He was on the hunt and had just found his prey. Leaving his perch at the bar, he began to wind through the crowd looking for you. When you weren’t where he originally spotted you, his eyes darted around to find the beauty he’d spotted moments before.  

He heard a voice call out, “Just stop. Back off please.”  There was a slight panic behind the steel of your voice and it worried him. It sounded like you.  He followed his instincts and saw you and some random creep trying to dance sloppily with you.  His grubby hands on your hips, trying to pull you closer as your hands beat against his chest to push him off. His vision went red.  It was bad enough you were having to tell him to stop.  It was a completely different thing when he wouldn’t listen. 

He slipped in behind the unassuming male, placing his own hands on the guy’s hips and gripping tightly.  “What the…” the man called out.  He jerked around, eyes wider than saucers when he realized another man had his hands on him.  The stranger let go of you pushing back and turning in Kai’s grip.  

The stranger grabbed Kai’s hands and yanked them off, “Seriously dude?  What gives? That’s gross man.” 

“Yea it is.  Just like what you’re doing to her.”  Kai’s knowing look made the strange man huff and stalk away. He looked around to locate you.  You were standing to the side, eyeing him.  He plastered on his most charming smile and carefully approached. 

“Call it a long shot, but would you like to dance?”  You nod and take his hand as he led you to another section of the dance floor.  His hands made their way to your hips cautiously.  The EDM beats began to surge through the nearby speakers.  “Is this ok?  Tell me to stop and I will.” 

His words tickled your ear as he spoke, trying to be louder than the music.  You simply nodded enjoying his comforting aura.  Her body turned with a cat-like grace as you sank into his hold, swaying your hips to the music.  He timed his body with yours and together you both got lost in the trance inducing tunes.  

Your hands laced around his neck and latched into his hair, gently massaging his scalp.  His hands ran the length of your hips and thighs in random patterns; sometimes hard, sometimes soft.  You laid your head back on his shoulder allowing the milky expanse of your neck to open up to him.  Instinct drew him to the unblemished skin, tracing his lips on it from your collarbone to your ear lobe and everywhere in between; leaving open-mouthed kisses along the way.

A moan escaped your lips and he just happened to hear it.  He was already half hard and he was getting closer to full hardness with every move you made.  It made him grip you a little tighter.  You ground her hips against his faster and firmer, feeling his length through the dress pants he was wearing.  One or two songs turned into seven or eight as they lost themselves in the moment, dancing with each other.  

When he noticed the sweat on your brow, an idea formulated in his head.  His lips worked their way from your neck to the pulse point below your ear, taking his time to make purple petal shaped  marks.  His hands traveled dangerously low, playing with the hem of your dress. You shivered when his lips finally made contact with the shell of your ear. 

“Let’s get out of here, yea?”  A whine left your lips unashamedly as you thought of all the things you two could do.  You nodded a bit too enthusiastically and he chuckled at the site. He took your hand and led you outside.

Once the cool air hit you both, you took a deep, cleansing breath and surveyed him. The two of you had only danced together and still looked thoroughly fucked out.  Your hair was partially out of its hold, dress strap slightly off center and the hem of your skirt riding higher than it should be.  

His pupils were blown with lust, his shirt damp with sweat, pants bulging with his stiff length confined inside.  

The valet offered to get the car but Kai shook his head.  “No thanks,” Kai said. After taking his keys, he bent over and scooped you over his shoulder; taking off at a brisk pace to his car. You giggled, “Put me down. I can walk you know.”  Your words were intended to sound firm but you couldn’t help the laughter.  Something about this entire moment felt so right.  

His palm cupped your ass firmly to keep you from squirming about.  A moment later, you found yourself in the furthest portion of the parking lot as he punched the button on the remote.  A beep sounded and he stooped down to get you back on your feet.  He opened the door, making a show of it.  

“Ladies first.” He bowed deeply, sweeping his hand in a grand gesture.  

“Why thank you, kind sir.” You put one of your knees on the seat and crawled away from him while wiggling your ass to put on a show.  He growled, deep and rumbling.He wasted no time; jumping in behind you. Tossing the keys in the driver's seat, he yanked his button down from his pants and tossed his phone to the front seat. 

“If you value the dress you’re wearing, you might want to take it off before I take it off for you.”  His low growl made you yelp as you tugged and pulled it off your body, leaving her in nothing but a pair of grey lacy panties.  She began to pull them off but his hands reached out to stop her.  “Leave them. Those are fucking hot.”  

He paused for a moment to take in the sight before him.  You were on your knees, chest heaving with deep breaths.  His arms reached around behind you to pull the pins from your hair allowing it to cascade down around your shoulders.  The image of you biting your lip made his dick twitch.  

You scooted closer, running your hands down his bare torso, fingertips leaving trails of fire in their wake.  You made quick work of his belt and pants, working them down his thighs to discover he’d forgone underwear.  His dick stood at attention; looking painfully hard, pre-cum leaking from the swollen tip.

You wrapped your hand around his throbbing length gently, teasing tugs bringing him to a level he’d never achieved before.  His large hand wrapped around your wrist pulling it away from his dick.  She looked at him confused.

He quickly adjusted their positions; him seated and you straddling his thighs.  His fingers pushing your underwear to the side.  “I need you now. I cannot wait until we get back to my place.” 

As he spoke, one hand gripped your hips as the other hand worked on your soaking folds; lewd noises telling him you were more than ready.  Her whimpers as you rocked your hips on the fingers knuckle deep in your sopping heat.  

“You’re so wet babe.  Just for me.  All for me.”  Your eyes screwed shut, tight grip on his shoulders.  He worked you a little bit more before withdrawing his hand, leaving you to clench around nothing.  A disappointed whine left your lips as you looked at him questioningly.  He smirked and eased the tip between your folds, allowing you to sink down slowly, savoring the feeling of his thick length.  

You both groaned simultaneously as he kept still; giving you time to adjust.

“You really need to move.” Kai said huskily.  

You nodded, capturing his lips. You experimented with the pace at first.  Agonizingly slow to start out, feeling every bump and vein along his shaft, you realized he fit you perfectly. His lips attacked yours, clashing in a fight for dominance as his hands tried to guide your hips to a quicker pace. Once his fingers found your clit again, you were putty in his arms.  He planted his feet and took over, thrusting into you hard and fast.  Your whines began to morph into screams as you were teetering on the edge of an orgasm.  

“Fuck, don’t stop.  I’m al..”  He pulled back from you to watch the orgasm take over your body.  Just the sight of you writhing in pleasure over him was enough to push him to that same precipice.  Your velvet walls sucking him in tightly with each pulse of your orgasm and your moans added fuel to the fire.  He came without warning, holding you tight.

You collapsed against his chest, breathing heavily.  “Damn Jongin. That was hot.  This role playing idea really worked.”  

He grinned cheekily, “I knew it would babe. Lets kinda clean up and get home for round two in the shower.”  His eyebrows wiggled as you laughed at him. 

“Love you babe.” 

“Love you more.”

[interminal]

Getting to know  Jean!​​

Name?   Jean Damon.

Are you single?   Nope.

Are you happy?   Probably. Who knows.

Are you angry?   ...

Are your parents still married?   Well, they never got a divorce, so technically?

NINE FACTS

Birth Place?   Cheadle. The one in Manchester.

Hair Color?   Dark brown.

Eye Color?   I don’t know, grey?

Birthday?  Nope.

Mood?   I’d need at least an hour to sit and self-reflect in order to answer that.

Gender?  I’m just a guy, man.

Summer or winter?  Summer.

Morning or afternoon?  Afternoon. Most days I spend the majority of the morning alone and it’s not usually the fun kind of alone.

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

Are you in love?   I guess a bit.

Do you believe in love at first sight?   No. First time I met my now-husband I hated him so much I pointed a gun at him, and he hates who I was at that time too.

Who ended your last relationship?   There wasn’t really a definitive ending. He just left and I didn’t ever see him again, but he would often leave for weeks or months on “work trips” so I waited for him for...much longer than I should have. So I guess he ended it.

Have you ever broken someone’s heart?  Probably. Look at me. I’m a heartbreaker.

Are you afraid of commitments?   I’m a Gemini. I don’t really know what that means but I think the answer is yes?

Have you hugged someone within the last week?   Yeah.

Have you ever had a secret admirer?   I guess. She wasn’t very good at keeping it secret, though. And then she kidnapped me and hacked my arm off to add it to her “collection”.

Have you ever broken your own heart?  Not entirely sure it can break in the way other people say theirs have been broken.

SIX CHOICES

Love or lust?  Lu...love? Luve? Lost. Both of them.

Lemonade or iced tea?  Iced tea, as long as it’s not the stupidly sweet shit.

Cats or Dogs?   Dogs. I like cats, but they don’t usually like me.

A few best friends or many regular friends?  Many regular friends are too much effort to keep tabs on. A few best friends is safer.

A wild night out or romantic night in?   Romantic night in. 

Day or night?  Day. Same reason as afternoon. Nights aren’t particularly kind to me.

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

Been caught sneaking out?  Yeah. Did it stop me? Absolutely not.

Fallen down/up the stairs?  If you say you haven’t I think you’re lying.

Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt?   I’m gonna be real with you. Most of the intense emotions and desires I experience cause me physical pain. And most of my emotions and desires are intense. 

Wanted to disappear?  Gave into that want more times than I can count.

FOUR PREFERENCES

Smile or eyes?  Smile.

Shorter or Taller?  Taller.

Intelligence or Attraction?   Attraction? I don’t care if you’re stupid. I’m stupid too.

Hook-up or Relationship?  H. Hook. ...Relationship.

FAMILY

Do you and your family get along?   I have one blood family member left and we’re scared of each other but I guess we get along okay. The rest...have had our ups and downs, but it’s steady sailing for now.

Would you say you have a “messed up life”?  ...I wouldn’t say that. Objectively, yes, incredibly messed up. I’ve never been able to get through even a small fraction of the things that have happened to me without someone getting all oh, you poor thing and pissing me off so much that I don’t say anything else. But I wouldn’t say it’s messed up. I had it coming. 

Have you ever ran away from home?  Plenty. Never lasted. 

Have you ever gotten kicked out?  Out of my parents’ home? No. Out of a partner’s home? Yes. Out of my own home? Yes also.

FRIENDS  

Do you secretly hate one of your friends?  If I hate you, you know about it. 

Do you consider all of your friends to be good friends?   Absolutely not, but I’m not a good friend either. 

Who is your best friend?  Does my husband count? Uh. Fuck, um. ...I don’t know. I don’t really have friends.

Who knows everything about you?  Nobody. Not even me. I’m a mystery box, only it’s full of spiders. 

[trillian-anders]

marital bliss

pairing: steve rogers x reader

warnings: angst, fluff, miscarriage, depression

word count: 2.2k

description: 1950s au; steve knew he was going to marry you the moment he laid eyes on you, but you struggle with something your parents deem not fit for marriage. and everything that comes with that. 

note: for @jbbarnesnnoble‘s mental health awareness month challenge. 

prompt:  It was progress. Baby steps forward. Maybe it wouldn’t all be okay today, but someday? It would be.

Steve had loved you since the moment he saw you. And he can remember exactly when it was. You’d been at the drive-in. Three cars down with the guy you’d been going steady with for a while. You’d been wearing a powder blue dress and a matching headband in your hair. The dress had daisies stitched into it on the hem. You snacked on junior mints and scolded the guy for touching your hair with his buttery fingers.

You sat against the trunk of your boyfriend’s car on intermission. That’s when Steve first saw you. Shaking the box to unstick the candies while he walked past, bumping into the shoulder of one of the boys joking with your boyfriend, only because he wasn’t paying attention. Only because he was trying to count the lashes that were fanned on your cheeks.

“Watch where you’re going punk.” A shove and he was on the ground. His mom had just about killed him for getting grass stains on his khakis. His popcorn spilled all over the ground. His eyes met yours, connecting for the very first time and it just about took his breath away. He maybe looked a little too long,

“You lookin’ at my girl?” A fist in his shirt collar, yanking his small frame from the ground.

“Michael!” Your voice had been like a melody to his ears, your hands wrapping around ‘Michael’s bicep, his hand curled in a fist, “Leave the kid alone.” It hurt a little, but he was sure you thought by his height and lankiness that he was a kid. But he was sure he was the same age as you, or at least around the same age.

Steve watched in horror as Michael lay his palm flat over your face and push you backward, your back hitting the trunk of the car and without realizing he was even doing it, swung forward and connected his fist with Michael’s jaw.

The next thing he knew he was sitting in his living room with a bag of frozen peas on his eye, held there by your hand and wrapped in a dish cloth.

“My Ma’s a nurse.” He’d told you, “She works nights.” With no one to take care of him you helped him home, the sleeve of your dress ripped and a bruise blossoming on your arm. He was dizzy and unsure how it happened.

“I don’t know if you were really brave back there or really stupid.” He winced at the cold touch of the frozen peas and shivered when his hand covered yours, holding it to his own head.

He remembered seeing you yell at Michael. You threw something at your boyfriend, and Steve remembered you helping him off the ground. His head ringing.

“Are you going to be okay?” If you leave him. He doesn’t want you to. You smell soft like clean linens and cotton. Lemon.

“I should really walk you home.” He said. So he did. And he mapped out the slope of your nose and the way your lips curled. He watched you tilt your head as you debated something about the movie you didn’t get to finish. And he knew then, he knew then that he was going to marry you.

It was good. Really good at first. You were so bright and full of life. Happy. Your smile would pull the sorrow from his body. The soreness from his bones. He’d been so sore the summer he hit his growth spurt. But you’d been with him the whole time.

He could see it now looking back, the melancholy. The odd blue and grey moments that seeped in at the edges of your ray of sun. The days where you hadn’t seen him because you were feeling under the weather. Laid up in bed without visitors.

Your Pa warned him not to marry you.

“She’s not fit for it, son.” A hand on his shoulder when he asked your Pa for permission to marry you. “We shouldn’t have even let it get this far.”

He didn’t understand. Your Parents wanted you to be locked away. Like you’d just stay home with them for the rest of your life. “Her fits,” Your Ma told him, “She’s not what you would want in a wife.” But he loved you. And he reasoned those bad days were worth how good the good days were.

You turned him down initially, crying in your back garden. His knee in the grass as he looked up at you hopeful. “You don’t want to marry me.”

“But I do,” He assured you, “Baby… I love you.” In sickness and in health. He wanted to be by you through it all. He couldn’t imagine his future without you. “I want to marry you.” So he did.

He’d never been happier than on your wedding day. Something that happened much to your parent’s chagrin. He remembers crying, choked up when you walked down the aisle towards him.

The happiest day you’d had in a while. He could see it on your face. Cheeks sore from smiling and many kisses, a soft touch and bubbly champagne. It took those innocent, sweet, loving kisses into something a little more lustful. Timid touches of the first time, for both of you. It was over embarrassingly quick and left him wondering how he could do better next time, wondering if you’d even had the time to enjoy it.

You’d gotten pregnant almost immediately. A joy.

You were so happy, a little sick, but happy. You were glowing and flushed, a kiss goodbye in the morning as he went to work and dinner on the table when he’d gotten home.

But it didn’t last.

The horror of that scarred you. The blood you’d woken up in. A miscarriage a few months into the pregnancy. Not even long enough to show.

That was the first time in the marriage that you hadn’t been able to get out of bed. Steve remembers the routine. Kissing you awake, you’d smile and hum. He would get in the shower and you would start breakfast. He’d find you in the kitchen and wrap his arms around you, hand splayed wide over the growing life inside of you.

And then it was gone in an instant. He would try to kiss you awake and you’d push him away. Weepy and tired. It had begun a downward spiral that he didn’t know how to help. This was met with a snarky comment by your Ma. An ‘I told you so’. It didn’t help.

So he hired someone to help you around the house. Someone to cook and clean. Lucille who could keep you company while he was at work. And you eventually came around. You were happier, but the shadow was always there. A little emptiness in your eyes when you would gaze off into the back yard. The vacantness when he would ask you a question.

This is what they meant. Your parents. That’s what Steve thought when you screamed and cried, throwing things at him. The simple question of whether you should try again. “I’m sorry,” You said later, your hand over your face sunken down on the bathroom floor. The tile hard on his knees as he sunk down to sit beside you, pulling you into his arms. “I’m so sorry.” It broke his heart.

“It’s okay sweetheart.” A kiss to your hair, “We don’t have to.” This was enough. But it didn’t stop another pregnancy from happening. Less happiness this time. But you seemed to cheer at the thought. The prospect. He would find you in the kitchen with Lucille instead of her coming to wake you later. He bought you seeds when you said you wanted to try to plant in the back garden. Pounds of mulch and fertilizer he helped you lay over the weekend. Little sprouts of zucchini and your attempt at watermelon.

He was naïve. He thought you’d been happy this whole time. When the entire pregnancy you were just waiting to wake up in blood. The death of another child. The fear of that. You’d given birth to what would have been your second born. A sweet little boy you couldn’t bear to hold.

Full of cholic and wailing. He didn’t know what to do. Steve didn’t know how to help you and he felt useless, bottle feeding his son formula and staring at your back as you gazed vacantly at the wall.

He lay the boy in his bassinet, sleepy and full. And curled himself around you. He thought you’d be happy. Your baby was healthy. He thought maybe it was just the loss of your first child that made you so sad. He thought maybe you’d be okay now.

But you weren’t.

It only seemed to get worse. The anger, the yelling, the crying. The vacant stares and isolation.

“We should have locked her up.” Your Ma was unrelenting, “With the rest of them.” Steve asked them to stop coming around. He couldn’t imagine putting you away like that. His Ma told him about the asylum. How they treated people. You were better off with him.

He talked to a Doctor. Someone who might be able to help him, even if he was a little biased.

“She has depression.” Simple. Easy. “We can do electroshock therapy in these instances, usually.” He didn’t know what else to do. So he made the appointment.

You screamed at him that night. Told him no. You’d broken a lamp. Sobbing and shaking, “You think I’m crazy.”

“No, sweetheart, I just want to help you.” A sniffle, a plead. “This is what the Doctor recommends.” You shake your head, grabbing a fist full of hair.

“I don’t like it.” You cry, “I don’t want to. I’ll try harder.” You reason, and he looks at you with despair. “I’ll try harder.”

“I just want you to be happy.” He cries. He doesn’t know what to do. And for the first time he really understands that you don’t know what to do either. He cancels the appointment.

 That night you wrap yourself around him and he holds you. “I don’t know how to be happy.” You whisper into his neck, “I do want to be happy.” A kiss to your cheek.

“We’ll figure it out.” He truly believed it.

The next day you were a little less blue and he woke you with those soft kisses and you didn’t push him away. Baby James, who had always been restless found comfort in your arms, laying on your chest while sitting in your lap. The sweet babe’s hair curled in your finger while you read the paper, chatting softly to Lucille when Steve came down for breakfast.

It gave him hope.

You started talking to him. He started accommodating you better. Helping where he could and standing back when he couldn’t. There were still those days dipped in blue. Days where you couldn’t get out of bed and where you didn’t take care of yourself. The days where he would bring you what you needed and leave you alone. But then there were days where you’d beat him from bed. You’d make breakfast like you used to, James on your hip. Singing in the kitchen.

Days where he would find those little bits of you that he remembered and not the person you fought against. But it hits him like a realization that you were this person the whole time. They were every bit of you just like the playful smiles and the way you fixed his hair with your fingers, the way you straightened his tie and told him to be home on time. You were the same person even if you were just laying in bed and weepy and tired, a soft I’m sorry and curled in on yourself wanting to disappear.

You were the same person either way. And he loved you regardless.

You sit out in the back garden and get sun, while James toddled around. You said maybe you should have a barbecue for his birthday. How you went with Lucille to the store and saw sparklers for sale and bought three packs, how maybe you should give little James a sibling.

It was progress. Baby steps forward. Maybe it wouldn’t all be okay today, but someday? It would be.

And he wanted to be with you for all of it. He’d loved you the moment he saw you. And watching you, a full person in front of him and not the mirage of just a beautiful woman with a soft gaze, he knew that his gut instinct was right. He knew that he was right to want to love you. He knew that he was right to marry you and he knew that there would be blue days. And watching you chase after your son barefoot in the back garden, four new vegetables added to your garden and the soft way you’d wrap your arms around him later while he was brushing his teeth he realized that he wouldn’t change anything.

In sickness and in health, he wanted to be with you for all of it. Didn’t matter either way.

[narnie3313]

Too Much

Genre: Fluff, Smut (not really), Angst, Pining

Warnings: Violence, Blood,

Summary: After graduating UA and becoming a Pro Hero, you find a friend, and more, in your emotionally unavailable coworker, Hawks.

Pairing: Hawks x Reader

Standing on the 8th story balcony overlooking the streets below you could see everything from the neon signs attached to the side of the buildings, each advertising something different or letting people know what store was there, to the people scattered around. Even at 2am there was the regular hustle and bustle of the street, a sound which had become comforting to you. Feeling the winters breeze glance across your bare shoulders causing a shiver snapped you out of your daydream. With one last glance over the city, you turned and walked back to the glass sliding door and opened it slowly. As if on que, you heard a dull thud behind you on the balcony. You already knew what it was without even turning, having had this happen many times before. Placing your forehead against the glass door and letting out an exasperated sigh, you begin to speak.

“Why are you here?”

You can hear the light shuffle of feet behind you slowly getting closer. Lifting your head from the glass and turning around, you see a shadowed silhouette of a man. A man you knew all too well. The same man you had been hooking up with randomly for 3 months. The same man who told you that he would never feel anything special for you when you saw another woman getting handsy with him and asked him what you were to each other. The same man that hadn’t spoken to you after you told him you were starting to feel something for him over a month ago.

“I’ll ask again. Why are you here, Takami?” You watched as the beautiful ruby red wings attached to the man seemed to slump down onto the balcony as you uttered his last name.

“I missed you, songbird.” Songbird. The nickname he had used for you when you were in bed because of the sounds he could pull from your body whenever he touched you. It had just stuck and he decided to use it all the time because of the pink colour that would tinge your cheeks every time he said it.

“No. That’s not good enough. Why are you really here?” in this moment you’re grateful to be shadowed by his figure as to hide to the blush creeping onto your skin and the tears prickling the corners of your eyes. There really was no denying it, you missed him.

*****

You’d never really spoken about what you two had been doing. It would start with a bite to eat at lunch since you both worked at the same agency. A conversation after a raid. Sitting in the boardroom together doing paperwork bonding over just how much you both hated said paperwork. A smile here. A wink there. Harmless flirting throughout everyday. Until the work dinner. Sitting at the long table with most of your colleagues, from Heroes to receptionists to personal assistants, you could only focus on the man across the table and 2 seats down to the right. It was the first time you’d seen him out of his hero suit. He was dressed in plain black dress pants, shiny black dress shoes and a beautiful, dark grey button down dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. You guessed the shirt would have the same holes in the back for his wings but you couldn’t see. His hair was still wild as always but you could see that he had brushed it and had at least attempted to style it. The shirt hugged his form beautifully and you could see how toned his arms were that were usually always hidden by his baggy hero suit.

 You were both sharing glances at each other the whole night, until the people sitting next to either of you would pull you into a conversation. Sneaking glances back to each other and rolling your eyes as if speaking telepathically. As the night wound to a close and people finally began to leave, it was about 11pm. Standing up to say your farewells to the 3 people left next to you, you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes scanned your every movement.

 “I’m off guys. Thanks for a good night.” You say shaking Claires hand, a PR manager at the agency. Waving towards the other 2 to the left of Claire, Jim, a promotional assistant and Kaly, the head of the HR department, you step behind your seat and look towards Hawks to see him already standing and walking around to you.

“I’ll walk you out.” He said as he placed his hand in the middle of your back and led you towards the exit.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to do that, you could have stayed with the others.”

“Actually, the only reason I’m still here is you. I was waiting for you to leave.” He says with a slight chuckle, noticing the confused and slightly cocky expression on your face.

“Oh? And why is that?” He smirks and chuckles under his breath. There’s that confidence that drew him to you.

“Well it wouldn’t be very heroic of me to allow someone such as yourself to walk home alone at such a late hour, now, would it?”

“Oh, true. I suppose you’re right. However will I thank you for such a considerate gesture kind sir?” You say while curtsying playfully.

He let’s out a deep, hearty laugh and puts an arm through yours as he begins walking. The walk is filled with chatter about missions, experiences and funny stories. So much so that neither of you notice that you were walking in circles with no actual destination in mind.

              “So, ah, I just realised. I don’t know where you live.” He says shyly while rubbing the back of his neck and smiling down at you.

Letting out a little giggle, you reply, “Well, I never gave you my address so I’d probably be worried if you did.” Doing a quick survey of the area to see if you knew where you were, you noticed a few familiar shops and could tell which way was home. “It’s ok, we’re actually not too far. You don’t have to walk with me though, you know. I’m sure you want to get home and sleep.”

              “I don’t mind. We both have tomorrow off anyway, don’t we?”

              “True, but I’m sure you don’t want to waste your time walking me home.” You say with a chuckle.

His head tilts to look down at you, “Anytime I’m with you isn’t wasted.”

 You’re frozen. Your legs won’t move. You can’t do anything but look up at his face which was already looking right at you. Your eyes meet his as he searches your face for any indication of what you may be feeling. Your eyes are slowly looking over his whole face as he comes to stand in front of you, closer than you’d been while walking side by side. The street lights illuminating the right side of his face. You watch his eyes as you feel his hand gently leave your arm and brush down your ribs to come to a stop at your hip, repeating the same movement on the other side. You can feel him take just the slightest step closer to you and watch as he leans down agonisingly slow. You know where this is going and what’s about to happen. You can’t bring yourself to close your eyes, instead, watching every move he makes. Watching the way his eyes keep sliding from your eyes to your lips and back. Just as you feel his breath on your cheek, his lips ghost over your skin and go to your neck, making you instinctively open your neck for him before you hear him whisper to you.

                “Y/n, I really, REALLY want to kiss you, but I need you to know that I can’t date anyone for personal reasons. If you understand that and don’t mind, then I need you to know that if you tell me to stop at anytime, I will. No questions asked. But….if you don’t tell me to stop, I don’t think I’ll be able to.” His warm breath on your ear and neck is quickly gone as you open your eyes and see him pressing his forehead against yours. “If you don’t want this, tell me now, kid.”

He watches your movements carefully as you bring your left hand to his bicep and your right hand to cup his cheek and scan his face once more as you quickly lean up and press your lips against his hard. His fingers dig into your hips hard as he pulls your body closer and his tongue slowly licks your bottom lip as if asking to be granted entry. You open your lips slightly and press your tongue to his and feel a moan rip from your mouth into his causing one of his hands to slip up the centre of your back and into the hair at the base of your neck. Both of you pulling closer until there is no space left. You need more and you can tell from the groans that come from his throat, he does too.

Pulling away just enough to separate your lips while he leans forward to chase your lips you say, “Take me home?” You give him your sweetest smile look at his lust blown eyes from through your eyelashes. The look is enough to flick the switch in him and in seconds, you’re in his arms in the sky directing him to your apartment.

***

Watching the shadows around his body morph as your eyes adjust to the light differences, you begin to notice little details of the beautiful man in front of you. He’s slouched slightly, his eyes are on your feet, there’s blood on his cheek and his glasses are gone.

              “What happened?” You say taking a slow, cautious step towards the man that had singlehanded ruined your heart for other men. His eyes watch your cautious steps but he doesn’t dare look up to your face. You notice that the blood on his cheek is coming from a gash on his cheekbone that looks fresh. Without thinking, you grab his hand and lead him inside to the bathroom.

 Grabbing a face washer wand wetting it under the tap you glance at him in the mirror to find him watching your face as if you were a masterpiece in a gallery. You turn to him and gently press the cloth to the injury and wipe the blood away while trying to ignore the heat building in your face at the fact that his gaze hadn’t changed, still looking at every little feature and movement of your face.

              “You gonna tell me what happened yet?”

You don’t miss as his eyes dart to your lips as you speak and continue to wipe the blood away. “Mission went wrong.”

              “Ok…? So who managed to get a hit on you? What was the mission?”

              “Some lower level villain. I got distracted, let my guard down, got hit. Was supposed to be a simple raid. Clean out a small gang. Was all but done when 4 came out of a side door and attacked Hiroto. He got thrown and almost died before I could get to him.”

              “I’m sorry, Takami. Is he ok now?” You say, rinsing the blood stained cloth.

              “He’s alive. I came here when they took him to the hospital.”

There’s a silence while you place the cloth on the bathroom sink and turn to face him. “Keigo, why did you come here?” You notice the way his eyes widen and dart to your eyes as you say his name. Calling him by his first name was always the sure fire way to get his attention quickly.

              “Y/n….I…” His eyes start to glass over and shimmer as tears begin to build. “All I could think of when I saw Hiroto was you. How scared I was that I’d never get to see your smile or hear your laugh again. How much I missed our talks and the stupid meme wars we’d have.” His eyes drop to your hips as his hand reaches out slowly to drag his fingertips across your hip so lightly its almost unnoticeable. “How much I missed touching you. Feeling you. How much I wanted your hands on me again.” You don’t even notice you’re crying until you drop your head to the ground and see your tears fall as he takes a few very slow, deliberate steps towards you and rests one hand on the side of your head to make you look at him. “Y/n…I am so, so, SO sorry. I never meant to hurt you, I swear. I honestly didn’t think I was capable of actually loving someone and I didn’t want you to fall for me just to get hurt, so I ran. The only thing I know how to do.”

              “Takami….” You watch as he flinches when you call him that. “Keigo, I don’t know if I can go through this again.”

              “I know, songbird. I know.” He leans his forehead down to yours and uses both hands to cup your cheeks. “ I don’t know how to apologise properly or how to make it better. But I promise you, baby, if you’ll let me, ill make it up to you everyday and it will never, EVER happen again. I am SO sorry.”

Your tears are still falling even though he keeps wiping them away. Your fingers digging into his hips to keep you grounded. Could you trust him? Could you take another risk like this?

              “I love you, songbird.” He whispered against your cheek.

Who were you kidding….you couldn’t say no to him even if you wanted to. Before either of you knew what was happening, his hands were on your hips, lifting you onto the bathroom counter with his lips pressed harshly to yours kissing you with every ounce of passion and emotion he had. Your hands explored his back and ran through his feathers, feeling them shudder, while you moaned into his mouth. This man knew you in every way and while you knew his words were genuine, every move he made he would whisper apologies against your skin. You didn’t know what would happen tomorrow but for now, this is just what you both needed.

Author Note:    Hey everyone! Please let me know what you think! Slowly getting back into the swing of writing again! Love you all !!

[mork-lee-bee]

Broken lovers II

Summary: Y/n is a hopeless romantic in love with someone who will never love her back and Jaehyun is helplessly in love with someone who only continues to hurt him over and over again, sounds like a match made in heaven right?

Pairings: CollegeStudent!Jaehyun X CollegeStudent!Y/N X CollegeStudent!Jaemin

Warnings: Cursing, reference to sex, toxic relationships

Genre: angst/fluff/smut

Word count: 2k

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Your senses were a bit askew and confusing, you were used to the feeling of your empty bed and rougher textured blankets, while the ones you’re feeling now are much softer and because of the body next to you, it felt warmer. The smell of your vanilla perfume was replaced with the smell of orange or something citrusy at least, everything was different but still comforting. You woke up to the noise of other people probably talking in the hall. You rub your eyes and look around spotting Jaehyun sleeping peacefully his hand resting on your waist. You knew where you were and how you got there it wasn’t some vague memory you remember the lust and the feeling of euphoria the look in his eyes and the feeling in your stomach. As soon as you moved a little bit you realized you were very sore and moving would be a bitch. You could already imagine the numerous comments that Miyoung would remark as soon as she saw you. 

You quietly remove yourself from Jaehyun, your head was slightly pounding not that it was a new feeling, you’d just fix it with some coffee and some fried food. You slipped the dress from last night back on and took a glance in the mirror in his room for a second to see your face, you looked like you’d been hit by a car. Your hair was a mess and your mascara was smeared under your eyes you walked like some kind of zombie over to the door.

You took one last glimpse at the sleeping figure in the bed, he looked so peaceful and kind. His softer features were nice, he had pretty eyelashes and just a kind face. You turned to leave out his door obviously this whole thing was a one-night stand type of deal, you’d probably never see him again in all honesty.

You opened the door slowly leading to it to release a high pitched squeak, you were really trying to be as quiet as possible, but the world was against that as you head for the stairs.

Johnny had woken up pretty early to clean up the disaster that was the frat house, usually, there were different issues, mainly spilled drinks that made the kitchen floor sticky or stained the carpet so he made an effort to try and help out with containing the mess as quickly as possible. Johnny held a garbage bag in one hand and was going through the rooms picking up discarded plastic solo cups, shoes, or other objects, he found a bunch of empty Soju bottles in the corner of a room and was picking them up mumbling under his breath. That’s when he spotted someone, she was covering her face and quietly walking down the stairs to the front door, clearly in a rush for some reason which was odd because it was a Saturday. He recognized her as the girl that Jaehyun was with, he remembered seeing the two of them talking and even watching Jaehyun smile until he disappeared at some point in the night, now it made sense. Johnny had assumed that Jaehyun got bored and went upstairs but this was much better, definitely, a step in the right direction for Jaehyun to move on. Johnny watched as the girl got to the front door unsure if he should stop her and get her number for Jaehyun possibly.

“Opennnnnn,” He could hear her mumble as she tried to figure out the front door, Johnny walked over smirking, the least he could do was help.

“Do you need help?” He asks politely and the girl jumps at the sound of someone, clearly not expecting anyone to be up although she didn’t know what time it was.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to startle you,” Johnny offers the girl a sympathetic smile but she doesn’t even look up at him she stares at the ground trying to cover her embarrassed face. She doesn’t say anything she just moves to the side so he can get the door, the top lock always got stuck and took a bit of force to open, they always talked about getting it fixed or fixing it themselves but would forget after about five minutes. The click of the lock signaled he got it and step back to let the girl leave.

“Thanks,” she says before she scurries out, she was obviously a very quiet person and definitely a nice person, at least she didn’t walk around like she owned the place.

Johnny out of excitement dropped the bag of trash and ran up to the second-floor bargaining into Jaehyun’s room, he was still asleep or at least he was until Johnny burst through the door screaming disrupting the calmness that was lingering in the room.

“IS JUNG JAEHYUN MOVING ON?” It was way too early for this as Jaehyun opens his eyes to look around the room, he could barely form a coherent thought. Johnny with the biggest grin plastered on his face stands in the room.

“Shhhh,” Jaehyun sits up rubbing his eyes, the girl he was with last night was gone from his side and he just shrugged it off.

“Why are you yelling?” Another one of the frat boys, the youngest one, Haechan, asks after hearing the commotion because when Johnny yelled he’s not quiet, he’s dramatic.

“Jaehyun got some,” Johnny smirks wiggling his eyebrows slightly as Jaehyun is still in a small daze but he rolls his eyes at the remark.

“How would you know? Jaehyun raises an eyebrow causing Haechan to smile devilishly before clearing his voice.

“I don’t know Jaehyun, maybe it was the noises coming from your room last night, I couldn’t sleep with all the moaning,” Haechan laughs causing Jaehyun’s face to flush a bright red color as he grabs one of his pillows throwing it directly at the youngest’s face.

“It was a one night stand, leave me alone,” Jaehyun stretches but Johnny couldn’t get the image of the two of them smiling out of his head, he looked happy, the way his eyes focused on yours and the way he so gently touched you there was a connection he didn’t act that way with just anyone not even with Heejin recently.

“Did you at least get her number?” Jaehyun launches another pillow at the crowd that’s gathered at his doorway this time it hits Johnny clearly done with being interrogated first thing in the morning.

“Get out,” and with that, the crowd goes in their own directions, but Johnny’s thoughts still lingers on your face. He had to do something but he didn’t exactly know what.

You brace yourself for the bombardment of comments that you would be met with, you stand outside the room facing the door your face already heating up as you reach out to turn the doorknob and enter. And sure enough, she launches herself off her bed and over to where you entered.

“Oh my god,” she looks at you up and down her eyes pausing on your neck and just looking at your body language. 

“Shut up Miyoung,” You cover your face with your hands, you were definitely blushing even if you couldn’t see it you could feel it.

“You seem like you had fun, but coving those hickeys are gonna be a pain,” she starts to giggle and you move your hand before your eyes go wide and you walk to the wall slowly you’re still sore as you finally reach where Miyoung had decided to hang up a mirror, you have to stand on your tippy-toes to see them because it was adjusted for Miyoung’s height but as soon as you got a good look you could see the bruise-like marks that cover your neck. You run a hand up your neck lightly and let out an annoyed groan. 

“Oh ____, you can barely walk,” She starts laughing as you continue to look at your neck. You roll your eyes and waddle to your bed letting out a sigh.

“Of course I can’t walk properly, it’s been MONTHS and he wrecked me,” you emphasize as you throw the covers over your head, it was odd how cold your blankets felt and the texture wasn’t as nice.

“You’re too cute, are you gonna go to work?” You feel your bed sink under her weight slightly as she takes a seat at the edge of your bed.

“Shit, I forgot I was scheduled.” You let out a frustrated sigh as you had planned to just stay in bed and finish your assignment.

“You literally have a board on the wall that has your whole schedule, how did you forget? He really must have fucked your brains out.” She giggles and you shoot her a glare before grabbing a pillow and hitting her with it, she lets out a fake gasp as if she’s hurt before grabbing a pillow and retaliating. 

“I don’t really have a choice,” You pout knowing if you called in people would be mad at you and it was pretty late to ask someone to cover your shift that starts in a few hours.

“You always have a choice, but have fun at work,” She comments as she leans back relaxing at the foot of your bed.

“What happened with you last night though?” You suddenly remember how abruptly you left her and were left curious about what ended up happening with Miyoung.

“I wasn’t there too long sadly, but I ran into Yangyang and he gave me a ride home,” Your ears perk up as soon as you hear Yangyang’s name as you lean forward out of interest.

“Yangyang?” You smile raising your voice ever so slightly in a teasing way and her smile falters leaving her frowning which was unusual for your cheerful friend.

“Yeah… and his girlfriend…” She mumbles playing with the pillow in her lap, it’s grey and fluffy but more than anything comforting, unlike the topic.

“Damn… I’m sorry, I know how much you liked him,” You reach out and grab her hand squeezing it lightly to reassure her it’ll be okay.

“Everything happens for a reason, but do you think you’ll talk with what’s his face from last night?” Miyoung ponders out loud as you lean back against the headboard of your bed and look upwards at the popcorn ceiling in contemplation.

“Jaehyun… I don’t know it was reallyyyyyyyyyyyy nice but,” Miyoung already knows what you’re about to say so you don’t even have to finish your sentence as she lets out a groan of annoyance.

“____, You’ve barely even talked to Jaemin, why are you so set on him? Why are you letting him get in the way of a possible relationship?” She questions without thinking of a better way to say it or at least a less hurtful way.

“Possible relationship? Miyoung it was a one night stand, I barely know him.” You get defensive not even looking at her out of frustration but the tone of your voice makes it clear she’s pushing your buttons as you enunciate every word to make sure she understands she’s crossing a line.

“You might not have seen it but there’s something there, no one connects that easily, you two weren’t just a one night stand,” She tries to reason her eyebrows furrow, the genuine and pure happiness that was evident on your face last night was proof enough for her to continue to push forward when she’d usually back down.

“You’re wrong, it was the alcohol more than anything. I also didn’t even get his number so even if that’s the case I wouldn’t be able to talk to him,” You huff out, crossing your arms across your body a ticking time bomb.

“You just don’t want to think that there’s a possibility that Na Jaemin might not be the one,” Miyoung hits a nerve with you as you fling the blanket off and get out of the bed ignoring the pain and going to the bathroom to shower, your abruptness leaves Miyoung on your bed letting out a sigh, your denial was frustrating but you’d have to figure it out for your own obviously.

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[fanficflaneuse]

One Day - Part 7

A/N: Dear magical tumblr friends, today I have not much to say but an expression of my gratitude for your comments, hearts and reblogs. I really wasn’t expecting many people to like what I write. So, it does come as a surprise, one that’s very pleasing and leaves a fuzzy feeling inside me :)

Details: 

Draco x reader (she/her pronouns) Word count: 2165

Summary: One day AU. Post-war. Since The Battle of Hogwarts, Draco and y/n meet one day a year.

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Enjoy! 

3 May, 2005

(Y/N) and Draco stood in front of each other, unsure of what to say or do. The muffled sounds of the celebration inside only made their silence heavier. They were in the garden of Ginny and Harry’s new home. Their housewarming party was the first time they met in two years.

Ginny had given birth to their firstborn, James Sirius, in August. With the newest Potter in tow, they decided their little flat in London was not the right place to raise their growing family and moved to a house in Devon. It was closer to the Burrow and had a huge back yard for their mischievous nine-months-old boy. That Tuesday night, (Y/N) had knocked on the door expecting a very adult reunion with her closest friends. She was greeted by a full-blown party. The music was deafening and there was a thick smell of booze in the air.

She greeted her friends, unaware of the grey eyes fixed on her from across the room. Draco was determined not to let another day pass. Two years had gone by since he last saw her and even more since they had truly enjoyed each other’s company. He wanted her back.

“(Y/L/N) is truly like fine wine,” Draco’s gaze shifted to Blaise, his eyebrows knitting in confusion.

“How so?” he asked carefully, guessing he really didn’t want to know the answer to that.

“As years go by, she just gets better and better,” Blaise answered, a sly smile on his face.

Draco gulped. He couldn’t deny that every time he saw (Y/N) she seemed much more beautiful than before. Whenever he had the pleasure of rediscovering her, he’d find something new to…well, love. He hadn’t had that chance in the last two years, so the effect she had on him now, even across the room, was tenfold.

“I can’t believe she’s still single.” That was Draco’s cue to stand up. He didn’t want to listen to anyone talking about his best friend in such terms. Guided by a rush, he walked towards her, interrupting her conversation with Hermione and Neville.

At first, (Y/N) thought she was hallucinating. She looked at him from head to toe, admiring the cool and kind energy that emanated from him. He was a breath of fresh air, one she had been missing for almost five years now. Then, (Y/N) noticed how, standing silently as they were, they attracted people’s attention. Pansy and Hermione looked at them intrigued. Harry was offering them a kind smile. Ron and Ginny were most definitely scoffing. Her friends’ antics made her realize she was not imagining him; Draco was standing right in front of her.

She didn’t doubt for a second when he asked her to talk privately.

That’s how they had gotten there, standing solemnly on the veranda with tears in their eyes. After a few minutes of doubting, (Y/N) inched forward and hugged Draco’s middle, burying her face on his chest. Draco smiled, relieved, and hugged her back. He pressed kisses on the top of her head.

“I missed you so much, Dray,” she said.

“Me too, (Y/N/N). You have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” he answered, bringing her closer to his chest.

A friendship was reborn.  They sat side by side on the porch, their backs to the house. They allowed themselves to be pulled towards each other, so their bodies were as pressed together as they could possibly be.  

“Don’t you want to let off steam? I’m here, you can roast me, insult me, call me on my behaviour. Really, nothing can possibly be worse than what I’ve said to myself,” even if Draco tried to press a humorous tone in his voice, (Y/N) could feel the regret and shame.

“Dray…for the longest time I thought about barging into Malfoy Manor to give you a piece of my mind. I wanted to insult you. Circe! At times I even thought about hexing you to kingdom come. I am not going to lie, I was hurt,” as she said all of this, she noticed how Draco’s face dropped, “but I’ve forgiven you. I’m not going to pretend like things didn’t happen. But I also prefer not to dwell on them.”

Draco then told her he had been sober for almost two years. He explained that their meeting had been a wakeup call and he decided he didn’t want to be that prick ever again. He told her, excitedly, that he had started healer training and he felt he had finally found his true calling. (Y/N) genuinely rejoiced at this. Draco then described his chance encounter with Harry at a muggle tea shop. They rekindled their friendship almost immediately and met every Wednesday evening for afternoon tea. This fact made her giggle like a lunatic.

He also narrated, just for the pleasure of hearing her laugh again, how Ginny went ballistic when he first set foot on their house.

“Well, it wasn’t undeserved. You were a git,” she teased. Draco nodded, feeling a bit guilty.

“What I’m wondering is,” she added, her dashing smile leaving her face, “why didn’t you reach out to me, Dray.”

Draco squeeze (Y/N)’s hands. “Don’t think I didn’t try, (Y/N/N). I did. Many times, actually. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I know I hurt you for some very stupid reasons. I even asked Harry and Ginny – and Ron and Hermione and everyone else, basically – not to tell you about me because I wanted to contact you myself. And then I just couldn’t…I…”

“It’s okay, Dray,” she consoled him, like many times before, by putting her hands on his cheeks and making him face her. They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, they gave each other that look of longing and lust that begs to be ended by a kiss. But before either of them leaned in, Draco reminded himself of the many, many reasons why it was not okay for them to kiss. I’m not that imbecile any more, he told himself.

“So, tell me about you. What have you been doing lately,” he said, ending abruptly their little moment.

(Y/N) blushed and fixed her gaze on the sky. She shared with him something nobody else knew: she was going to publish her first book. Draco was so happy for her – and for the fact that she had told him first – that he almost cried. She then explained how things were going spectacularly at her job. Once again, he hanged onto her every word as she poured so much passion into what she was saying. For some reason, (Y/N) mentioned her breakup with Ernie.

“I figured as much when he arrived holding hands with Cho,” he murmured. He didn’t say that MacMillan hadn’t even returned his greeting and had even glared at him from across the room.

As they spoke, he waited for the right time to tell her a not so little detail of his life, which was nagging at him. He convinced himself to wait another day to tell her, that they had just found each other, that it was better if they eased into their friendship first, when, all of a sudden, the door behind them opened with a bang.

“There you are, baby,” he heard a woman’s voice say.

Draco winced when he saw (Y/N)’s confused expression. She turned around to face the newcomer, a woman with auburn hair, delicate features and a very soft complexion. She was staring at them expectantly, her hands on her hips and her head a bit tilted. Draco stood up and the woman walked up to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She kissed him, a soft kiss he responded so reluctantly it reminded (Y/N) of her time with Ernie.

Still, she was startled, baffled even. Draco put his arms around her waist and (Y/N) looked away, feeling like she was intruding.

Draco cleared his throat. “Tori, this is (Y/N),” he said awkwardly signaling between both women, “(Y/N/N), this is Astoria.”

The auburn-haired woman squealed and turned to (Y/N), enveloping her in a hug. “Drakey has told me so so so so much about you! I have a lot to thank you for. You’ve made my job easier,” she joked, hugging (Y/N) tighter, “I’m glad you’ve reconnected and I really hope we can also be friends. You sound like a beautiful person.”

The situation as a whole was asphyxiating, to say the least. But even as Astoria kept talking and violating her physical boundaries (and also despite the fact that she was clearly Draco’s something), (Y/N) couldn’t dislike her. She was...sweet. Draco gave her an apologetic smile. She smiled back, hoping it concealed the sadness and disappointment she felt. Draco noticed that there was something behind her gesture, but out of respect for his girlfriend he didn’t want to name it. Nor admit he was feeling something similar.

“Astoria,” (Y/N) said, trying to be as friendly and good-tempered as possible.

“Tori,” she corrected.

“Tori,” (Y/N) tried again, the nickname still foreign in her tongue, “It was a pleasure to meet you. I really need to get going now, though. I don’t know if Dray–co told you this, but I am a teacher at Hogwarts. Tomorrow is a school day and I need to apparate to the castle first thing in the morning.”

“How interesting! You didn’t mention that, love,” she reproached her boyfriend playfully, “It was a pleasure to meet you too, (Y/N).”

“(Y/N/N),” she corrected her as well. As cringe-y as she found strangers calling her by the nickname only her friends used, she felt like she needed to return the gesture.

“(Y/N/N),” Astoria agreed with a smile.

“It was great to see you again, Draco,” she said before heading back to the party.

(Y/N) said goodbye to all of her friends and picked her coat. She was trying to let go of any feeling of rejection or discouragement. She had her friend back and that alone was enough to make her happy, right? Of course, things were meant to change. That’s what she tried telling herself to avoid the heartache.

If she was completely honest with herself, (Y/N) had to admit she had been waiting for a day in which Draco came back and they could be together. As the years came and went, her hope diminished, but it was never completely gone. It was always there, in the back of her mind, even when she dated other people. Finding him here today, as good as it was, had been a reality check. As much as she felt her heart chattering a bit, she knew it was for the best. (Y/N) needed to move on.

She closed the door behind her, getting ready to apparate back to her apartment. All of a sudden, someone hugged her from behind. She tensed for a second until she recognized Draco. He felt her relax in his arms and then tense up again, which made him a bit sad.

“It’s always like this with us, isn’t it?” he said, trying to humour her.

“What do you mean?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“You’re always leaving and I’m always chasing you,” he answered.

(Y/N) thought that it was the other way around, but laughed anyways, knowing very well that Draco was trying to lighten the mood. He felt satisfied and kissed the top of her head again. Feeling her relax in his arms once again gave him the courage to face her. He didn’t know how to address this. How can you even begin to explain to the woman you’ve loved for such a long time that you’re in a relationship with another woman – who you’re also in love with – but you haven’t entirely moved on?

“(Y/N)-”

“Don’t (Y/N) me, Dray,” she said sternly.

“(Y/N/N), I’m sorry”

“Why would you be sorry, Dray?”

“I don’t know. Astoria…”

“Is your girlfriend,” she finished.

“Yes,” he answered, not knowing what else to say.

“Listen, Dray. Today I found one of my closest friends again. He was affectionate as ever. And he’s getting his life back on track, which an absolute relief. If I tell you a secret, he had turned into a bit of a git the last time I saw him. Seeing him like this has made me very happy. So, let me enjoy that,” she said, a kind smile on her face.

Feeling like the luckiest man alive, Draco engulfed her in another hug. Once again in his arms, (Y/N) remembered the words of wisdom he had said all those years ago in Mexico, how he preferred to be her soulmate destined to be best friend than a boyfriend of a couple of months. She realized that maybe that’s what their thing was all about. And even if it was going to take time for her to get used to it, (Y/N) felt content.

tags: @fandomscombine @okaydraco @naomi02hook @iliketoast23 @winnsmills @oldfashionedlovergirlsblog @happycomb @xtrashmouthxtozierx @hopplessdreamer

[burnedbyshoto]

Todoroki-sensei

pairing: todoroki natsuo x fem!reader

warning: fluff

word count: 3,715

a/n: me writing for a todoroki that’s not shouto??? weird I know BAHAHAHA, please enjoyyyy. AND TODOROKI-SENSEI IS HOW THEY ADDRESS DOCTORS (apparently at least from what I found) IN JAPAN ITS NOT A WEIRD KINK THING!!!!!!!

Summary: Todoroki Natsuo is an esteemed trauma surgeon, and you’re the volunteer that won’t leave his mind.

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“Patient Kuzo was removed from the ICU today.”

“Patient Fukuda suffered another seizure two hours ago. She’s in stable condition now but we are waiting on your confirmation to see if she’s okay for another surgery.”

“Todoroki-sensei, I was wondering if you knew where Nurse Ha went?”

Todoroki Natsuo blinked as he tossed his dirty surgery scrubs into the biohazard bin. It was currently four in the afternoon and the trauma surgeon had just completed a grueling eight-hour surgery on a villain attack victim. His grey eyes focused on the three people who seemed to be waiting for him. A kind smile overcame his features.

Heroes smiled to ease tension after all.

“Alright, I’ll make sure to visit Patient Fukuda at the end of my shift, has their family visited yet?”

“No, doctor, not that I’m aware of.”

“For Patient Kuzo, have an MRI done, we may need the assistance of the neurosurgeons because of the seizure. We may have missed some bleeding in the brain.”

“Okay, should I order it?”

Natsuo nodded at the resident who nodded in return before running off. Finally, the white-haired man turned toward the final resident.

“Doctor Kang, does it look like I would know where Nurse Ha is?” Natsuo asked as he turned to wash his hands.

“I thought she was in surgery with you,” the resident spoke and Natsuo nodded.

“She was, I believe she’s getting cleaned up as well. A blood clot burst on us and Nurse Ha was among the most soaked,” Natsuo explains.

The blood that stained his scrubs and the small portion of his skin that remained visible during surgery finally making sense.

“The patient?!” The resident panicked as Natsuo carefully wiped away the dried blood from his skin. “Is the patient okay?”

“Well, the patient suffered massive internal damage and we will be watching them overnight, but they are expected to have a full recovery,” Natsuo smiled as the resident clutched their chest.

“Oh, thank goodness,” the resident exhaled a heavy breath. “It’s all thanks to you, I’m sure.”

Natsuo’s face twitched at the praise. To this day it always made him uncomfortable, a sense of imposter syndrome if anything. “I did what every other surgeon would have done.”

The resident shakes their head as Natsuo begins walking back toward the locker rooms. He wasn’t due for anymore surgeries today, and with his shift ending in ten minutes, he had to make rounds for his ICU patients and those on the floor.

“Well, you Todoroki’s sure are superhuman! Your dad was the number one hero, your baby brother is already well within the legendary heroes, and you?! You’re the best trauma surgeon on the planet, you’re still extremely young, and you don’t even have a healing quirk!” The resident exclaims as they follow after Natsuo’s large strides.

Those words haunt Natsuo still.

The last name Todoroki was common, Natsuo had treated many other Todoroki’s before, and not a single one had been his family. Yet everyone knew his Todoroki was the Todoroki people knew.

The Todoroki that defined Pro Heroes Endeavor and Shouto.

Natsuo hated his last name.

He loved his family, but fuck, he craved to not be associated with them. Natsuo loved his baby brother, Natsuo could respect his father's career as the number one hero, but Natsuo hated the whispers that surrounded him because of his family.

The whispers that spoke kindly of his father, the whispers that lusted over his baby brother, the whispers that reminded him that he was never good enough to be a Pro Hero himself. He hated hearing about how his mother was a psychotic patient, that she deserved jail for ruining Shouto's face. He hated that he never heard anything about Fuyumi who always went the extra mile for this nightmare family. He hated that the only reason why he was known was because he made a name for himself, and yet his accomplishments were tied to his father’s doing, not his own. Then those whispers about Touya — the whispers about Dabi — of how he was a traitor, a menace, and a mistake.

Whispers are what they were, but they were loud and insistent. They consumed Natsuo’s attention and demanded that he responded.

There were times that Natsuo wanted to yell at them all. To reveal a truth that would mean nothing to them.

“I just try my best,” Natsuo settled with. “Now, I do believe you have your own rounds to complete. I have thirty patients to look at and I have fifteen minutes before they kick me out, so I have to go.”

The resident stared as Natsuo placed on new scrubs that were navy blue in color, and his coat was slipped on.

“Of course, Todoroki-sensei! I’ll be going now!”

Natsuo waved goodbye as he grabbed his pager, his neck tilting as his tense muscles cracked.

It was time to get on his rounds.

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“Ah, volunteer y/l/n, we were wondering if you were going to be showing up today!” The nurse at the reception desk greeted you as you tried making your frazzled aura look... less so.

“My students took forever getting ready to leave! I wouldn’t have missed this day anyways! I heard that Patient Kuzo is finally out on the floor?” You say as you take the visitor badge that had more or less become yours.

“He is and he hasn’t had any visitors yet, so I think your beautiful soul would really cheer him up!” The nurse laughed as she gave you an update of all the patients who were in need of a visitor, a visitor that wasn’t a part of their medical team.

There were only five names on the list, which was relatively large for what you specialized in for your volunteer work. You smile in thanks as you scan the list, bowing in gratitude as you take off.

Five patients. Two and a half hours.

You weren’t going to be leaving until six-thirty p.m. it seems.

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“Patient Kuzo,” you laugh as the man attempted to read your kindergarten student's writings. “It’s rude to make fun of their writing! They’re learning still! Plus, there is a bit of confusion since they are also studying English.”

“But they clearly said something very inappropriate here, I don’t know how you teachers don’t laugh in front of them!” Kuzo, a car accident victim, was an elder in his sixties. His body was covered in bandages, his head was also shaved bald. Most likely meaning that he had brain surgery too.

“If you laugh, they will continue doing the same mistakes because they think it’s fine!” You insist as you take your students writing back.

You found out early on that elders enjoyed reading your student's works. The chaotic and young energy your students possessed were palatable through their writings alone. Adults were a bit trickier in getting them to speak to you, but they always caved. Teens and children, those broke your hearts to see without any visitors, but they occurred rarely. Then you would make sure to do all in your power to make them happy.

“Bah, you’re teaching those kids better manners than their parents sometimes,” Kuzo sighs as he rests against his pillows. “I think you deserve to laugh when it’s funny like that!”

You laugh again as your mouth opens to speak, but the door opens and a voice pierced through the room.

“So, you’re finally doing well enough to be released from the ICU, Patient Kuzo,” a voice sighs as papers rustle.

You look behind you and immediately smile at who you see.

Tall, broad, and tired stands the one doctor you always seemed to be running into on the hospital floor. Natsuo stands by the door ruffling through Kuzo’s charts, his eyes intensely focused on it.

His white hair is falling out of place and you immediately assume he had a long surgery today, especially seeing the news of the villain attack earlier.

“I’m glad to see that you’re doing well—” Natsuo looked up finally, his grey eyes locking on you. The smile on your face broadened as he froze, his eyes widening as he stiffened as the charts came to press tightly against his chest. “Y/l/n-san!”

You stood from the chair and bowed in greeting, “Good to see you again, Todoroki-sensei!”

“Y/l/n-san, I told you already you don’t have to refer to me with that dumb title,” he shakes his head, but the soft grin on his face says that he isn’t upset about it. “But, Patient Kuzo, how are you feeling?”

“Well, my shoulder is still in a lot of pain, but I am feeling a lot better now. Y/l/n-chan has been entertaining me for a few minutes now, she’s quite good at having the pain feel less,” Kuzo explains as you watch as Natsuo places a stethoscope on Kuzo’s chest. As Natsuo continues through his check-list for his patients you continued to stare at him.

The life of a doctor was no joke, and in fact, your co-worker turned good friend had a younger brother who was a doctor as well. She had always expressed her sorrow in the fact that he was always holed up in the hospital and not attending family events.

“Y/l/n-san is a volunteer that we are lucky to have,” Natsuo agrees as he writes some things onto the charts. Your eyes focus on the white-haired doctor who looks at Kuzo with a kind smile, one that reminds you of a Pro Hero saving a civilian. “I can give you stronger morphine for now, if the pain is unbearable. Besides that, Patient Kuzo, it seems that you will be needing in-hospice care with physical therapy for two weeks for the shoulder. Then afterward an additional two months of P.T., the worst of things have thankfully passed.”

Kuzo’s face melted into one of relief as he sighs, “Thank goodness… it must be my quirks doing as well!”

Thus a small conversation erupted about Kuzo’s quirk and if it played a hidden role in his recovery.

Laughter filled the room as you talked with exaggeration with the two men in the room. Stories from Kuzo and yourself bringing smiles to Natsuo’s face and soon enough you were doing everything in your power to make the smile into a grin.

“When did you say you started teaching?” Natsuo asks you after you finished your wild goose chase of a story surrounding a student of your managing to stick seventeen — yes, seventeen — pencils up his nose.

Pausing from the small interaction you were having with Kuzo, you stared at Natsuo as if he had asked you to reveal a secret to him.

Coming to your senses, you rubbed the back of your head as you laughed, “I began six years ago! I’m still the youngest teacher at my school too!”

Your smile weirdly tightened as you replayed that last sentence over in your head, what the hell were you thinking? Why did you include that?!

“I’m the youngest person on the trauma surgery board,” Natsuo teases as you roll your eyes at him.

“And I’m the youngest one in this room,” Kuzo jokes which send the three of you into rounds of amused laughter.

That is until a soft alarm goes off.

You watch as Natsuo pulls out his phone and silences it.

“My shift is over, and Patient Kuzo was the last one on my rounds,” Natsuo explains as he gathers his papers together. “I have to go, I have only a few hours of rest before I’m needed back. I’ll see you next time, Patient Kuzo, and whenever I happen to see you again, y/l/n-san.”

“Have a safe trip home, Todoroki-sensei, thank you for helping,” you say to Natsuo as he smiles one last time at you and leaves.

“Are you two dating?” Kuzo asks you as the door closes behind Natsuo.

Your eyebrows scrunch together as you turn your attention towards the bed-bound elder, “No! I only ever talk to him when he’s making his rounds, and our conversations only last five minutes at max!”

“You both talk like lovers, that’s all.”

You resist the urge to blush as you take your seat again, your mind attempting to ignore how your heartbeat picks up at the thought of getting Natsuo to be interested in you.

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“Fuyumi,” Natsuo groaned as he stared into his mirror, his hands still as he shaves the stubble on his cheeks. “I’m not going on a blind date with your coworker of all people!”

“Come on Natsuo,” Fuyumi’s voice sounded extremely disappointed and sad at the rejection. “You’ve never met her before, and I think she would be amazing for you! She’s super sweet, pretty, understands doctor's busy schedules, AND she thinks having sashimi near the sea is romantic.”

“I feel like that’s what you say about every girl you want to set me up with,” Natuso sighs as he places his razor down. “In that exact order, too.”

“Well, it’s the same girl! I don’t want to give you all her fun little secrets until you actually meet her! Why won’t you just go on one little date, I’ll even give you the money needed to take her out!”

She seemed frustrated as her voice pitched. Natsuo felt a bit guilty as he could hear the disappointment in her voice. With a sigh, he brushed back his unstyled hair groaning as he confessed a secret to his sister.

“I would go out on a date with her, but the thing is…” Natsuo pauses, cringing at how childish this was. “I’m interested in someone else at this moment. It's not that I'm not grateful for you looking out for me, but I want to see where this is going with this one girl.”

“There's a girl?!” Fuyumi exclaimed, her voice changing from disappointment to one of elation.

“I'm only telling you this because I feel bad, but there is a volunteer who has been around in the hospital a lot and I am interested in her. And before you ask, no I haven't done anything about it yet.”

“Fine…” Fuyumi’s voice huffs, there’s mixed excitement and disappointment in her tone. “But if you are ever interested in going out with her will you please let me know?”

Natsuo sighed but nodded his head, “If I ever need a date I will make sure to come to you first and get this blind dates name from you.”

“That's all I wanted to hear, okay but I have a meeting with the principal, so I will talk to you later, okay? I love you and have a great night shift, see you soon!”

“Bye, Fuyumi. I love you too, have fun.”

Natuso stared at his phone that went dark as the call ended.

It was supposed to be his day off today, but he needed to go in for a few minutes to assess a case as a second and more informed opinion.

Finishing up his morning routine, Natsuo continued to the hospital which was conveniently a five-minute walk away.

The opinion didn’t take long, and in fact, by the time he got there, the decision had been agreed upon. Natsuo had also agreed with their decision on going forward with the surgery, and now he was on his way out.

He stood outside the hospital entrance, his back to the doors as he made a mental outline of just what he would be going.

However, Natsuo realized that he wasn’t doing anything tonight, so maybe he could go home again, order some take out and watch movies he’s been meaning to watch. Checking his watch he sighed, he just hoped that Fuyumi wouldn’t call him again tonight.

“Todoroki-sensei!” A voice called for him, and Natsuo turned around to see you walking out of the hospital. Your jacket held in your hands as you bowed respectfully. “They were just telling me that you didn’t work today and here I find you still lingering about!”

Natsuo's mind flipped as he returned the bow, watching as you walked on over, a kind smile on your face.

“Good evening, y/l/n-san,” Natsuo greeted as you stopped in front of him. “I didn’t work today; I was called in for a second opinion, that’s all.”

Natsuo watched as your headed nodded in understanding, “Well I’m glad it didn’t eat up your time! I couldn’t volunteer today but I dropped some flowers off for Aiko-chan.”

“Patient Moto,” Natsuo instinctively mutters with a nod. “She’s been out of the ICU for a few days, but she still worries me.”

“Her parents refuse to come to visit her, I’m worried about her too.”

Natsuo nodded as he stared at your face, it was twisted in dissatisfaction and need to do something. What should he do?

“Would you like to have dinner with me?” Natsuo found himself blurting out as your eyes widen. “I mean you don’t have to by any means! You’re just a great volunteer who is also a teacher and that’s not easy to juggle. I also—“

“I’d love to get dinner with you, Todoroki-sensei,” you laugh as you nudge him. Natsuo nods as his cheeks flush as he watches as you pull on your jacket.

“Please don’t call me Todoroki-sensei in public…”

“It’s a habit!”

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Natsuo focused on you as your eyes sparkled as they placed an appetizer between the two of you. It was only edamame, but your fingers stretched out happily after thanking the waiter. Natsuo found himself unable to look away from you, the small details surrounding your personality intriguing him, only making the way his heart beat faster.

“So, y/l/n what made you want to become a teacher?” Natsuo asks as you happily much onto the food.

“My parents were educators, and I don’t know,” you shrug as you place the empty hull down. “It just seemed right to do the same thing. Plus, my quirk is so not suited to being a hero! I can make grass grow! Talk about becoming the next All Might with that!”

Natsuo grins as he listens to you ramble about how you considered other options before settling with teaching. Of how you could never see yourself not being a teacher now.

“How about you? Were you always out to be a trauma surgeon?”

Natsuo shifted in his seat as he shook his head, “I wanted to be a psychologist at first, actually.”

“Oh? What made you change your mind?”

“I did some practical rounds during med school…” Natsuo shrugs as he shakes his head. “My mother dealt with abuse and I felt a sense of obligation to help with people who suffered at the hands of their abusers or from abuse… but as soon as I went to try it, I froze. I couldn’t do it. So I watched a few surgeries and it was the best way I could feel like I was helping her out without mentally helping them.”

“That’s… very noble of you,” Natsuo hears you whisper as you nod your head. “Is that what you want to do though? Feeling obligated to do something this grand for your family is important, but by no means should that be the reason you stay!”

“No, no, I love my job! Really, I do! It just sucks I couldn’t do what I originally wanted to do.”

“I’m sure your mother is proud of you regardless, Todoroki-san.”

Natsuo’s eyes shift on your hand that is placed gently on top of his, the warm smile on your face further intensifying the warm aura coming from you. His hand shifts under yours and turns to squeeze your hand softly.

“No wonder why you’re well-liked, you have a very pleasant aura about you.”

Your head drops with embarrassment and Natsuo laughs as the plates of sashimi were brought over for the two of you to eat. The meal was eaten with soft chatter, the two of you talking when it seemed fit, and it felt right.

What interrupted the night was a loud buzz from Natsuo’s phone.

Being a surgeon, Natsuo always had his phone alarm on for calls and texts in case he was needed. With an apologetic smile, Natsuo opened his phone, the main screen shining momentarily as he looked to see that it was merely a text from Fuyumi about setting up a date with her teacher friend.

“Sorry, that was just my sister,” Natsuo apologizes as he puts away his phone. His grey eyes return to your face, but his body stiffens at the look on your face.

“You’re…” you whisper as you point at where his phone would be at. “You’re the Todoroki Natsuo. As in the son of Endeavor?!”

Natsuo feels his skin crawl as he nods his head, it wasn’t that big of a secret, but he preferred the people he was pursuing to not be aware of his parentage.

“I know your sibling!”

Double fuck.

Natsuo pulled his arms closer to himself as he watched your mouth move to speak again. Everyone always said that about Shouto. Every girl always knew him, every girl begged Natsuo to let him meet his younger brother! This was in no shape or form was Shouto’s fault, but it wasn’t the most pleasant feeling when girls were interested in the other Todoroki son when they were on a date with him.

“I love Fuyumi! We work together! You’re the brother who refused to go on a blind date with me!”

As a surgeon, Natuso prided himself on his nimble fingers and his quick thinking, but right now he was stumped. Natsuo gawked at you as you pulled out your own phone, demonstrating the various photos you had with his older sister.

“You don’t… you don’t care about Shouto?”

“Just because he’s a Pro Hero doesn’t mean I want to date him! Besides he’s younger than me and I’m much more interested in another Todoroki right now anyways!” You lean forward, resting your chin on your palms as you grin. “Now tell me, Todoroki-san, what about me made you not want to try a blind date?”

Natsuo chuckles as he shakes his head, “Sorry, we Todoroki’s are a bit dense.”

“That’s okay, you did ask me out to dinner!”

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