#I refuse to clean my mirror. It will get dirty anyway >:(

[bloodyarn]

Have this criminally small snippet of my hair I still need to somehow color-fix so it fits Babsi for this saturday's ball :)

[insomniasdelusion]

HIII can I request a glisten x reader where glisten has a huge crush on reader but reader is clueless about obvious hints he gives but glisten refuses to give up?? Thought it would be cute

Thought I would go ahead and get to this request!! Sorry you’ve been just sitting in my inbox. QvQ

Glisten x Clueless reader

Warning: none! ^^

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“Darling~!”

Glisten calls out to you, the bow on his back bouncing as he saunters up.

“Are you free later? I have this wonderful new set of makeup and I think it would look positively divine on you!”

He winks, grabbing your hand and placing a small kiss on it. His nails a pretty pink, curtesy to Toodles.

“Hiya glisten, and sure? I don’t really know much about makeup though..”

You replied sheepish, using your other hand to rub the ack of your neck smiling at the drag queen.

“Oh no worries at all dear, I can teach you!”

He chirped back, moving to stand beside you and tilting his head.

“What’re you doing anyway?”

Glisten questioned, looking at the pre-heated oven, chocolate chips, and a few other baking supplies.

“Oh! I’m making cookies for Cosmo and Sprout as a thank you for the lemon squares last week”

You grin moving back over to the medium sized bowl with a previously abandoned whisk, going back to pouring a few of the small chocolates into the bowl and stirring it easily.

“Ooo~”

He purred out, looking over your shoulder.

“Welll could any of those sweet treats be for moi~?”

He asked, looking at you with half-lidded eyes and grinning.

“Of course! Just let me finish making them first”

You chuckle, gently moving past him to go pour the batter onto a baking sheet, trying to keep them all at least semi the same size. Humming quietly as you did so, glisten watched with a soft look smiling as you worked.. stars he hoped you noticed how much he liked you- but with his luck.. maybe not.

“aaalright!”

You say, wiping off the nonexistent dust on your hands before placing them on your hips.

“Cookies should be done in about thirty minutes.”

You nod, looking back at Glisten, the mirror took just staring at you longingly. Blinking, you tilt your head waving your hand in front of his face. You could see yourself reflecting on the mirror.

“Glisten?”

“Hmm, oh, yes dear??”

“You were zoning out, you alright?”

Glisten cleared his throat, glancing to the side.

“Yes, just admiring you my dear, you’re very beautiful you know?”

“Oh-! Thank you, you really pretty to!”

You squeak back, a slight embarrassed blush on your face. Glisten hums with a nod, sighing softly.

You smile at him turning back to the dishes that do need cleaning, you didn’t want to leave ‘em dirty for everyone else!

It stayed silent for a couple minutes before glisten spoke up.

“So, do you like anyone darling?”

He asks, a curious hum laced in his voice, your eyes widen, the question unexpected!

“Oh- uhm, well I mean I like everyone? You guys are my friends?”

You replied back, glancing at him confused.

“No-no, do you like like someone, love even?”

“Well- ah- I.. guess? But I don’t think they like me back..”

Glisten tilted his head at that.

“Who wouldn’t like you! I mean, your adorable, your kind, your one of the best people to like!”

He rambles, perplexed on who this person could be! I mean you’re amazing.

Your face darkened at his praise, a nervous chuckle leaving your mouth.

“I mean.. I just don’t think he’s in my league, he’s confident, funny, extremely fashionable.. I’m not?”

You replied, shrugging, going back to washing the dishes almost done at this point! Glisten was trying to think, who could it be? Finn? He hoped not! That fish was far from funny or fashionable, not with that train wreck of an outfit he wore.. Rodger? No.. that man was as funny as a worm.

Glisten was deep in thought, while you finished cleaning. The oven beeped pulling him from his thoughts, you waddled over to kitchen appliance. Feeling the heat hit your face along with the sweet smell of fresh sweets.

“Why are you so curious anyway?”

You asked, glancing over to him, setting the tray down and turning off the oven.

“Oooh, just curious on the competition is all”

“..competition?”

You repeated, confused.

“To win you over!”

“Huh..?”

“I mean I do like you?”

“I.. uh like you to?”

“..did you just forget that whole other conversation we had..”

“Conversation..? Wait what did I ask.. you.. oh. Oh! OH-!”

You squeaked, looking at glisten surprised, your face a dark red.

“You like me? ME??”

Glisten nodded, tilting his head.

“..yes..? Why did you think I wanted to hang out with you so much?”

“Cause that’s what friends do I guess??”

“Compliment you on the daily?”

“I thought you were being nice!”

“The gifts???”

“I THOUGHT YOU WERE BEING NICE!-“

Glisten barks out a laugh, shaking his head,

“Really??”

“Yeah..”

“Well now that you’re aware, who’s this person you like?”

“..you..”

You mumble to him, he blinks at you in disbelief before leaning on the counter laughing loudly.

“Oh my sparkles! This is so cute- but you are so clueless-“

He chuckled, you put your face in your hands.

“Oh hush! If you keep laughing your losing cookie rights-“

He stops, eyes widened in horror.

“Okay okay! I’ll stop, you love me to much to actually do that.. right?”

A beat of silence passed by.

“Right?!”

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I hope you enjoyed this!! Again sorry it took so long- QvQ

[thedivineflowers]

Had a funny thought but imagine RSA meeting middle school!reader, and seeing how absolutely feral they are.

But some see past that, and see just a child and immediately go to pick them up and hold them like a stuffed animal saying:

"Awww look at the little baby!!!"

❤ anon

HOLY SHIT YOURE SO SMART ❤️ NONNIE ONG

So.

Apparently selected students of RSA were allowed on a field trip to NRC.

And you being one of the most popular students at NRC Crowley said that you'd be giving the students a tour. You of course couldn't go against Crowleys word or else you wouldn't be eating for the week 😔.

You had to wait in the mirror chamber for the RSA students to come through and when they did you had introduced yourself. "My Name is Y/n, I will be giving you all a tour of the school, and after that I will lead you to where you all will be staying for the next three days." You said, trying to stay professional like Crowley said so he doesn't take your allowance.

Neige

Before you couldn't say anything else the student named Neige Leblanche had tilted your head up so he could take a look at you. "Aww! When I heard Vil talking about you he showed me a picture of you and you look even cuter in person!! You have to see this!" Neige squealed as he squished your cheeks and showed you to the dwarfs

That's how it was for the whole tour, even when you got into a small fight with a Savannaclaw group Neige squealed over you.

"Oh, look at how brave you are! I'm sure Vil is so proud of you! I seriously wish I met you sooner!" Neige said as he hugged your head. Dawg his hands were so soft and warm it took you everything in your being to not sob and cry in his arms right there.

And when you lead them to ypur dorm where they were staying Neige was CONCERNED FOR YOU.

"Oh, so you stay here by yourself?" Neige asked. "I stay here with a Cat named Grim, I'm sorry about how dirty the dorm is. Crowley left me on a short notice so I could only clean three rooms decently." You said calmly to Neige. "Really? I've taken care of a cottage by myself but not a whole dorm building! That must be so tiring for you to clean so much!" Neige said with a concerned face. "I'm used to it. Anyways I have to go make dinner for you and the others." He looked at you with a shocked face as you walked into the kitchen.

10/10 would recommend but he insisted that he go to have a conversation with Crowley with how he treated you. In the end you got him to stay and he gave you cookies. His dwarfs also are the bestest of friends with you and have given you flowers to press in a book that Neige gave you for the inconvenience.

Chen'ya

You and him immediately locked eyes and smirked. Y'all are the bestest of the silliest of people. Literally you can tell when he is with you that is how close y'all two are like fuck.

You were dubbed as Chen'ya's younger sibling with how you two will mess with people by the RSA students who went on the trip

And genuinely he like cares about you that he refuses to let you sleep on the couch while he slept in your room he had to roll you up in blankets and place you on the bed while he slept in the room you cleaned for him.

Even when you got into a fight with the Savannaclaw group he backed you up and scared the students away with you.

During the tour he gave you the most randomest things that he claimed to have found lying around. You ended the day with 1,000 more madol in your pocket.

If you're seen as feral on a normal Tuesday then wait for when Chen'ya appears. Riddle and Trey will be jump scared so much by the two of you you were so close to being burnt by fresh tea and getting hit with a whisk.

10/10 outta pocket fella and you two harassed Crowley into giving you more allowance. (MC has magic after their own overblot) He even taught you how to appear and scare people the way he does using your magic.

My Spotify was fucking up and I got annoyed but I genuinely liked writing this even if it seems to not have any energy to some people.

I would've added prince Rielle but I don't know anything about little man but if I find out more about him to be able to write him I will do it.

I might write when you met them for the first time maybe. 🧍‍♂️

Anyways here you go my ❤️ anon pookie ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[lowkeychenle]

HELLO MY DEAR I WOULD LIKE TO MAKE A REQUEST PLEASE 🌹 thought abt this classic scenario w chenle and immediately thought of ur writing hehe so like.... a fic where y'all go to your parents' house to visit and you stay the night and chenle's been eyeing you all day and now ofc he's horny as hell and the cliche of fucking when ur parents are right next door and trying not to be heard commences 😈 bonus points when ur jokingly trying to put up a front of "noooo its so wrong" but chenle knowsss you'll fold eventually and melt bc of his kisses and be putty in his hands.... also when his dirty talk is all like "i knew u wanted this" and how ur so dirty for seducing him and doing this when ur parents are right in the next room and can hear u and he has to put his hand over ur mouth to cover the noise (when its literally his fault like 🤨) anyways i know you'll come out w something amazing as always so thank you in advance my love 💓

- mari

oh my god hello this took me thirty freaking years I'm SOOOO sorry but I'm here and I tried to write this so plzzzz let me know if this is awful :D (plz I wrote this in like an hour last night i haven't written chenle smut in so long i was going through withdrawals)

Description: You and Chenle visit your family, and things get frisky idk y'all lol this was a request :D

Genre: Smut *MDNI*

Word Count: 2,165

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader

Content Warnings: Chenle says pretty girl, slut, mentions of the possibility of being caught by parents, orgasm denial, a mirror is involved, teasing, yk the drill LOL it's all here yay

Juliet's Masterlist | thoughts are appreciated loll

smut below the cut!

All you wanted to do was have a seamless visit with your parents. You and Chenle were going to stay there for the weekend since you hadn’t seen your family in a while, so you figured your boyfriend would be on his best behavior. Oh, how wrong you were.

It started off simple—quick smacks on your ass, resting his warm hand on your thigh while his thumb rubs your skin. You refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing his attempts to turn you on are working, so you opt to ignore him completely.

It doesn’t work. He pushes and pushes your limits until you have to swat him away from you. Your last straw was when his touch trailed over to your inner thigh, up, up, up until his fingertips brushed your clothed core. You jolted so hard, you startled your parents at the dinner table. Chenle, of course, thought it was hilarious. He’d been wanting you bad all day, and it wasn’t his fault you wore a skirt.

What’s worse, is that when he was preparing to finger you under the table, he held a steady and respectful conversation with your dad. As much as you hate to admit it, the two sides of Chenle on display for you drove you crazy.

Your father leaves the table to answer an important call, and your mom chooses then to get up and grab the desert.

“C’mon, babe,” Chenle murmurs, tapping your leg. “Let me make you feel good.”

“Are you crazy? We’re with my parents, Chenle.”

He hums, dropping his head on your shoulder to easily press his lips to your neck. “I know you. You want me.”

“(Y/N), can you help me?” your mom calls from the kitchen.

“Coming!” you yell, quickly pulling yourself from Chenle and glaring at him the whole way out of the room.

You hate how right he is—how damp your panties are at the thought of him taking you here when your parents might hear. It should repulse you, but instead, you feel your entire body heat up at the thought.

Desert drags, and Chenle rubs the top of your leg where it meets your hip, back and forth while you squirm at the contact. If your parents notice how erratic you’ve become, they don’t mention it.

“Mom, did you, um, did you need any help cleaning up?”

“Oh, honey, that’s okay.” Your mother waves you off. “It’s getting late. You two have been traveling all day, we’ll get this and you get some rest.”

Chenle doesn’t even hide the smug look on his face when he intertwines your fingers together. “Thanks, I am exhausted.”

Bullshit. He wants to get you alone as soon as possible.

Next thing you know, you’re leading him upstairs to get him undressed. Although, you didn’t expect for it to lead you to your current predicament.

Chenle’s slender fingers slide into you easily with how wet you are. After teasing you all day, he’s got you dripping down onto the sheets. He moves slowly, staring at you smugly with his other hand covering your mouth. Your eyes roll back, and you fist the sheets as if that’ll stop the overwhelming need.

The walls of your childhood bedroom close in on you like yours close in around Chenle’s fingers, and everything starts to spin. He reaches deep inside, curling to find your spot. With his palm firm on your lips, your moan doesn’t make it past his skin. He chuckles, leaning close to your ear without messing with his pace.

“See, pretty girl? I knew you wanted it. Can’t stay off my cock even with your parents down the hall, huh?”

You mutter incoherently in your best attempt to spur him forward, to get him to fuck you as soon as possible, but it seems his evening of teasing is far from over. He places his thumb on your mouth instead, and you instinctively open up and swirl your tongue around it.

“Little fucking slut,” he tsks. “Can you stay quiet for me while I make you feel good?”

You nod fervently, lifting your hips to match his pace. Desperate to reach your end, you clench the bedspread harder to ground yourself. If you make a sound, you know he won’t continue.

He uses the wetness of your saliva to trail down from your mouth to your collarbone down to your breasts, watching you in a mix of wonder and awe as your nipples harden further beneath his touch. You let out a shaky sigh, but luckily for you, he doesn’t count that against you.

Despite his distraction, his fingers still brush against your spot with every steady thrust, and your mind reels from the pleasure, your orgasm just out of reach. He knows your body like the back of his hand at this point, so he’s well aware of what you need.

As he continues his venture down, the cold air sends chills all over you. He stops at your lower abdomen, rubbing his thumb against your skin.

“Remember,” he whispers. “Keep it down, alright?”

You don’t have time to reassure him before he nudges your clit. Inhaling sharply, you slap your own hand over your mouth.

“No.” He grabs your wrist and pulls your arm away. “Just fucking be good, you brat. Make a noise and you don’t get to cum.”

And he continues his work, rubbing your clit in steady, perfect circles while he pumps his fingers in and out of you. His self-control surprises even you, with the way he hasn’t fucked you yet. The bulge in his boxers strain, and you can practically taste the precum dripping from his tip already. You crave it so fucking badly, you almost forget you’re supposed to be quiet.

When you let out a low curse, the determined look on Chenle’s face turns to stone, and he stops his circles to land a smack on your sensitive bud instead. “Shut the fuck up, slut.”

Your body jerks, tears forming in your eyes, but you nod, so close to the brink it’s like you’re already there. The knot ties in your stomach almost as soon as his thumb is back on your clit, and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip hard.

You’re so close, the warning signs of your orgasm becoming far too real to ignore. Lifting your hips, you’re desperate to match his pace, desperate to cum over and over again solely from his touch.

But just before the band of pleasure snaps, he abruptly removes his touch from you, leaving you to clench around nothing. You want to whine, to cry out for his attention, but you don’t dare when he warned you already.

“Get on the floor,” he tells you.

“The floor?” you ask breathlessly.

“Ass in the air, gonna show you how sluts get fucked when they don’t fucking listen.” He grips your thigh. “Hurry up, we don’t have all night.”

You leap up from your bed, eager to please the man who holds the key to your euphoria. The carpet digs uncomfortably into your knees as you arch your back, putting yourself on display for him. Your bed is much too creaky for anything other than missionary, and sometimes, even that’s enough to cause it to squeak if Chenle has anything to say about it.

His hands squeeze your ass, massaging you while he studies you. A quick smack has you shuddering again. His shuffle to take off the last of the clothing covering him is music to your ears, and you wiggle back against him to try to entice him further.

He grabs a pillow and tosses it to you, and you already know what it’s for. You take it gratefully, but you bite down on it in preparation of what’s to come. The thought of getting caught has wetness leaking down your thighs, and as he rubs his hard cock along your entrance to collect it, you’re already shaking. Being denied an orgasm already has every inch of you craving release. His tip brushes your clit, and you push back with a muffled whine.

“What if I just leave you like this?” he asks, dragging his nails along your back.

You shake your head and repeat over and over, “Please. Please.”

“How disappointed would your parents be if they saw you like this, huh? Just down the hall begging to be fucked like a whore…” He slides his tip in, his breath catching at the sensation.

Your chorus of pleas are muffled by the pillow, but you push yourself back, making him slide another inch inside you. Legs wobbling already, you ignore the burn of the carpet against your knees.

Finally, he gives you some reprieve. As slowly as he can manage, he opens you up with his cock. You whimper, eyes watering as you bury your head in the plush fabric below you, already slick with your saliva.

“You sure you’re ready, baby?” he asks breathlessly, nails digging into your hips. “One sound and we stop, got it?”

You can’t manage a response, not with the way he fills you so completely. Whatever he’s gonna give you, you need it.

The choice to move to the floor makes more sense as he gives you one reassuring squeeze to your waist. He thrusts slowly twice, groaning quietly at the feeling.

And then he really starts. His hips slam into yours, the sound of his skin slapping against yours is obvious and impossible to mask. You can barely breathe while he fucks you, your body jolting and the carpet rubbing against your knees. The pillow is drenched with your spit, and you’re biting down so hard your jaw starts to hurt. He pants behind you, his tip reaching your cervix with every rough thrust.

His cock pulses inside you, like he’s ready to burst at any given second. It’s so overwhelmingly good, tears stream down your face. Next thing you know, he’s wrapping his fingers around your neck and pulling you up until your back is against his chest. He squeezes tight enough to make sure no noises will escape you, but your brain clears long enough to see his motive.

The mirror stands in front of you, displaying your body as Chenle slides in and out of you at a steady pace. He leans forward, tightening his grip on your neck.

“See the mess you made?” He licks the shell of your ear. “You’re taking me so fucking easy right now, slut. Don’t think you’ve earned the right to cum.”

Whatever escapes your lips is muffled gibberish.

“I guess I’ll be nice.” His condescending tone sends a chill down your spine as his hand dips between your legs. All it takes is the slight brush of his fingertips to send you reeling over the edge, your body jerking as your orgasm takes you full-force. He doesn’t stop there, though, applying pressure to your clit and rubbing fast. Your vision blurs as a burst of wetness soaks your thighs.

“Holy fuck,” he groans, breaking his rough facade for the briefest moment while he processes what just happened.

He pulls out of you, much to your protest, and turns you on your back. Propping your legs up on his shoulders, he slides back inside with ease, his own eyes fluttering shut. He leans down and takes your mouth with his, the stretch in your legs almost as delicious as he tastes.

“Need to see that pretty face when I cum.” He nips your ear lobe, rocking his hips hard against yours.

Mind hazy from your orgasm, you stare at him in awe as his face contorts with pleasure with every thrust. When his pace becomes erratic, you know he’s close.

He moans lowly in your ear, pushing himself as deep as possible before he spills his load. Panting, he wastes no time in kissing you sweetly, gently as he releases your legs from their uncomfortable position. He rubs your thigh, humming into your mouth.

“You did so well,” he whispers. “You feeling okay? Was it too much?”

You still can’t speak, so with a smile, you shake your head and place a hand flat on his chest.

He pulls out slowly, a shaky breath escaping his lips as he does. A sheen of sweat covers him, the gentle starlight from the windows illuminating him just enough for you to see. He stands, puts his boxers on, and walks over to grab your towel.

You’re oversensitive, and as he spreads your legs again to clean you up, the rough fabric against your clit makes you jolt.

“I love you.” He kisses your forehead in an attempt to distract you from the mess he made. “You’re so perfect, you know that?”

You weakly smack his shoulder. “You did all of this at my parents’ house?”

He grins, scooping you up to help you onto your bed. “Don’t complain. The wet spot on the ground says you liked it.”

[kaixserzz]

i looked into the mirror today and i was like GODDAMN my eyebags are HORRIBLE holy shit 😭😭made me think about zandik so here :3 kinda sucks but i just needed to prep myself b4 i write smth longer and get through this state of mind 💀💀

dottore drabble x4 "eyebags"

during your days back at the akademiya, it was not uncommon for scholars and students alike to have sleepless nights for the sake of their own projects and research.

zandik was especially no exception, despite his research usually having nothing to do with the akademiya.

it was always you who would remind him to sleep, so he wouldn't pass out in the middle of writing on his desk or start stumbling as he walks. you seemed to care for his body more than he did himself.

but he'd listen to you anyway, no matter how much he thinks it would be a hindrance to his progress if he dared to sleep, take a break, or even eat. you always seem to manage to convince him into doing things you want (for his own good).

it's not like he could think straight in such a vulnerable state.

so zandik was surprised to see you passed out on the living room floor, with papers messily splayed all over the coffee table, and dirty plates with leftover food on the couch.

if it was him in the scene, you probably would've scolded him for messing up the living room and sleeping there, but as of late, zandik noticed that you've been way too busy. but he hasn't seen you pull all-nighters unless there were exams, or you were nearing a due date.

zandik took it upon himself to investigate, peering into the numerous papers laid on the wooden table and ultimately found out that some of these papers weren't even yours, or were a group project.

he clicked his tongue in annoyance.

without waking you, zandik picked up all the papers and organized them as neatly as possible, resisting the urge to rip them apart. it was your work after all, despite the papers having someone else's name in them. then, he cleaned the dishes you'd left from your midnight snacks.

when you groaned and started blinking blearily awake, zandik gently pushed you back onto the couch, mumbling something about sleeping more.

and when you refused, he glared at you with a huff. "sometimes, your kindness could be such a curse," he remarks as he watched you shakily sit up, yawning, "you look horrible."

ignoring his comment as you stretched your body, noticing the clean living room. you gave a knowing smile to zandik, to which he just scoffed at.

you almost flinched at the sudden touch of his hands on your face, cupping your cheeks soothingly as he stared into your eyes. the fog of sleepiness hasn't been fully cleared from your mind, and you find yourself melting in his hands, sighing blissfully.

his thumbs pressed on the flesh beneath your eyes, and his right eye twitched. "you have big eyebags."

at that, you let out a noise, offended at his words, as you quickly sobered up from your sleepy state and glared halfheartedly at him. your hands found themselves on his face and lightly pinched his cheeks.

"like you're one to talk!" you pouted at him, "you're the one sleeping 2 hours everyday if i don't tell you to sleep!"

"i do not care much of what you do," he quickly lied, and you rolled your eyes, "but i will not stand for your idiocy to do everything yourself." zandik hissed, not noticing how his brewing anger made him dig his nails onto your jawline.

but it wasn't painful, considering how gentle he was whenever he holds you. though, you could tell he was genuinely upset. why were you letting others take advantage of you? he hates it, and you know he will do something about it sooner or later.

your chest felt warm knowing that he cares so much about you.

so you just sighed and grabbed him by his arms, before falling back onto the couch.

zandik yelps as he lands onto your body, and before he could process what you did, you had your arms wrapped around his torso, successfully trapping him. "what are you doing?" he glares at you again, elbows on the both sides of your head, propping himself upwards to not crush you.

"let's sleep a bit more," you cooed, pulling him to you, using all his strength to deny his squirming. you let him lay atop your body, arms refusing to let him go.

zandik flushed at the closeness, struggling to think coherently as your hot breath fanned against his neck. he felt the hairs on his arms stand when you spoke against his skin.

"we're both tired, so let's sleep,"

zandik scowled, but he let himself be comfortable against your body. he couldn't help but breathe in your scent as he buried his face in your chest, slowly growing content in this position. the feeling of your hand rubbing his head in all the right places is slowly lulling him to sleep once more.

"...fine," he relented with a grumble, "just this once, only because you're an idiot who needs a teddy bear to sleep."

you laughed lightly, before kissing him on the cheek. "thanks for looking out for me,"

"whatever..."

ugh, how is he going to sleep when you make his heart pound crazily against his ribcage?

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[pizza-is-my-buziness]

Fictober Prompt Day Ten! Prompt: "It's okay, I'm here now."

Pairing: Ashley Graham/Leon S. Kennedy (Resident Evil)

Read below!

(and yes I am posting this here because I do not have the energy to come up with a title. And I wanted so badly to do something funny with this but my brain refused to let me avoid the post RE4 hurt/comfort moments that I could probably write about forever)

“You know, I really feel like all those rom coms have lied to me.”

Leon looks at her like he thinks she might’ve fully lost it. Like after everything -the monsters, the kidnapping, the plagas, the flecks of blood that she’d managed to wipe from her cheeks along with seaspray- it’s the sight of a completely normal, comfortable hotel room that finally does her in.

Which, fair. 

Ashley can’t blame him for thinking the worse, not after everything. It’s all pressing at the back of her mind like whispers from another room, promising that she could hear all the more clearly if she only pressed her ear to a closed door and held her breath. But Ashley is just fine with letting them lurk in the back of her mind for now.

Or, you know…forever. 

Because what does she need to relive all those things for? Isn’t it enough that she’s got blood and grime and sweat sticking to her like a second skin that she’ll never fully be able to shed? 

“Um.” Leon unbuckles the tactical belt that surely has to be as grimy as the rest of him, and sets it gently on the desk in the corner. 

“It’s…” Ashley points, feeling her cheeks color, and Jesus Christ Graham what the hell. She should’ve just kept her mouth shut. “There’s two beds.” 

She swears she can hear Leon mentally counting the people in the room.

Quickly, Ashley shakes her head. “You know what, it’s totally stupid.” She waves a hand, hoping that she’s not as red as she feels. “You know how there’s always just one bed in those types of movies and like Hugh Grant and Sandra Bullock always have to share or something and I’m just going to shut up now.”

Leon cracks something of a smile and shakes his head. His hair is dirty and stringy from sweat and rainwater and who even knows what all things considered and the strands brush his forehead in a way that still manages to give him a boyishly handsome appearance. If Ashley were to notice that type of thing…in between counting beds in a hotel room, of course. 

“Okay, well, I’m not exactly Hugh Grant so I guess it works.” 

“Yeah, definitely,” Ashley assures him quickly. “You’re much better than Hugh Grant anyway. He could never…” She trails off, crossing her arms over her chest before she can do something even more embarrassing like mimic that firing of a gun or something. “I’m definitely glad you’re here and not Hugh Grant,” she finishes instead, which is barely better, she thinks. 

At least there’s another soft sort of smile. “Thanks. I guess I’ll take that as a compliment.” 

Ashley nods and keeps her mouth shut.

For once.

Leon doesn’t so much as offer her the first shower as make it obvious that he isn’t going to be taking one until she does so she might as well just put them both out of their misery and get to it. And any thoughts Ashley might’ve possibly had about protesting vanish immediately when she steps beneath the warm spray, tipping her head back and letting the water sluice down her face, her neck, between her shoulder blades, all across skin that had previously felt like it might never get clean again.

Now, at least, there feels like there’s something of a chance.

She takes longer than she’d intended, finally emerging to find herself scrubbed pink with flushed cheeks and damp hair, looking at her reflection in the mirror like she’s suddenly become a perfect stranger. Ashley reaches out, touching the reflection of what she knows to be her own face, left only slightly smudged by the lingering steam on the glass. Really, she looks the same. No one would be able to look at her and know any of the things she’s done and seen over the past few days. But still, Ashley feels like a stranger to herself, to the girl looking back at her with serious eyes, hollow and far away. Soon, all of this will be over. She’ll be back home and her father can feel reassured that he isn’t the reason that his only daughter is forever lost or dead or worse. And she’ll go back to school, back to her friends, back to…all the inane things she was doing before she realized that monsters were real and they were worse than any of the stories she’d ever heard around a Girl Scout campfire. 

Ashley ignores her reflection in favor of finishing drying herself off and dressing into the sweats and oversized shirt from the hotel’s gift shop. Seems like the safer option anyway. 

Leon looks slightly relieved to see her when she emerges, though Ashley is certain it’s because that finally means he can actually get clean and stop standing around in his absolutely filthy clothes. He points toward a collection of protein bars and peanut butter crackers on the table. “Help yourself.”

Ashley frowns despite the fact that her stomach is currently devouring itself with a ravenous determination. “I was kinda hoping for, you know, a double cheeseburger and a giant plate of cheese fries.”

Oh god. Just saying the words out loud makes her want to double over and start weeping. 

She is never going to take McDonalds for granted again.

Leon gives her a sympathetic look, seeming genuinely apologetic. “I know. But it’s been a while since you’ve eaten anything, right?” She presses her lips together, which is answer enough for him. “So it’s best to ease into it. Otherwise you’ll just…lose it all again anyway.” 

Ashley groans but doesn’t argue, plucking out one of the granola bars at random. 

“Trust me, I know,” Leon says, his apologetic expression turning slightly amused. “They aren’t my favorite either.” 

By the time Leon has the shower running, Ashley has nearly devoured the bar, absently flipping through the TV channels as she settles on the bed furthest from the door. All the programs are in Spanish, though she thinks she might be able to parse out what’s going on purely by watching what everyone is doing and employing some of that high school Spanish she’d feigned her way through.

Not that it matters, really.

She’s asleep before she even finishes eating the granola bar. 

And, eventually, her dreams take her back there again, just as Ashley had known they would. Back to the castle, with its stone walls and floor leeching the heat from her skin and smelling like damp and mold and something far older than anything she’d ever known. Something that would be around long after she was gone.

It takes her back to rough hands on her arms, on her legs, around her mouth. To the way a person looked as their head exploded from a gunshot, or as they lie dying with anger in their eyes. It takes her to leviathan creatures who care nothing for Ashley Graham, the only daughter of the President of the United States, who once thought she might ride horseback in the Olympics but instead fell in love with antiques and architecture and the smell of an old house as it was restored back to life. People and things who saw her as a pawn and nothing more, something they would use until she was twisted and empty and a memory to the people who had once loved her. 

It takes her back to a cold basement room, a searing pain in her chest that was surely worse than dying would’ve been. To a weight she never thought she would be able to lift, to the certainty that she was too late, that she wasn’t strong enough, that she would never be able to actually do anything right.

Back to the feeling that she was going to be there forever, that she would die there in the dark, her mind filling her with the certainty, now, that she had never actually left there at all. 

But then it all disappears just as quickly, snapping away like the flipping of a light switch, and Ashley’s eyes fly open and there’s Leon in front of her and they aren’t in the castle, aren’t in some ruined Spanish village, aren’t fighting for every single breath they take. His hands are on her shoulders, sharp and insistent, and it’s that pressure that brings her fully back to the moment, to the hotel room, to Leon in front of her.

“Ashley.” His voice is as sharp as his touch, worry creasing his features, and he seems to relax when she exhales, blinking at him. “Ashley, it was just a dream. You’re okay. It’s okay. I’m here now.” 

He blurs at the edges and her eyes fill with tears and she’s too tired, too sore, too empty to even care about crying in front of him after everything. Instead, Ashley just leans forward, closer, and he lets her, his hands moving from her shoulders, one settling around the nape of her neck when she settles against his chest. 

“It’s okay,” Leon says again, quietly, his breath warm against the nape of her neck. “It’s okay. It’s over. You’re safe now.”

Ashley swallows, shaking her head. Her tears are silent, her body too exhausted to muster the noise that might go with them. “How can you be sure?” 

After all, she’d thought she was safe before. She’d thought nothing could ever happen to her. She was untouchable, privileged. 

What an idiot she was. 

Leon, to his credit, doesn’t rush to reassure her. Doesn’t just immediately start throwing platitudes at her and spinning the same sort of fairy tales that she’d believed in for far too long.

He’s just quiet, contemplating, as he keeps one hand settled gently against the curve of her head, the other holding tightly to hers. Ashley can’t remember how that had happened…had she reached for him? Had he been the one to hold her hand? 

It hardly seems to matter now.

Finally, Leon says, “Because I still have plenty of bullets.”

Ashley laughs, startled by the impulse, the noise thick and watery. She sniffs, leaning back and wiping at her cheeks as she nods. “Okay.”

Bullets, she believes in.

Just like she believes in Leon, how he’d been right beside her through everything, how he’d come for her and hadn’t left her behind. And how it feels, even now, to have him there beside her.

And there might be two beds, but that doesn’t stop Leon from settling himself down beside her, his presence solid and reassuring as he waits for her to fall asleep once more. 

[that-one-gay-aew-enthusiast]

𝙻𝚊 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 - 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚊𝚕𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝

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Warnings - Smut

Word count - 882

Genre - Smut A/n - This is my first time writing a NSFW alphabet so apologies if this bad

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- A Aftercare what they are like after sex)

La on the surface seems like the type to forget Aftercare, but actually, he is really sweet! He'll shower you with kisses or run you a bath with candles lit and nice smelling oils. The whole time praising you and reminding you how much he loves you. He just loves seeing how cute you are when you're sleepily listening to him.

- B {Body part, their favourite part of their body and yours}

On his own body he'd have to say either his thigh or his mouth, he loves how much pleasure they give you and he loves watching you ride them. On your body it's either your eyes or your thighs. He loves how beautifully your eyes beg for him and he could just lay with his head on your thighs for hours.

- C {Cum, Anything that involves cum}

He isn't too bothered. He can be messy and cum on your body/face.But at the same time he's happy to cum inside you if you're ok with it.

- D {Dirty secret, self explantory}

He has always wanted to experience being the sub but wasn't sure if you would be able to dom.

- E {Experience, Do they know what they're doing? How many people have they been with}

He's been with a handful of women so he knows what he's doing for most things. But he doesn't feel the need to bring up his experience.

- F {Favourite Position}

He adores having you bent over somwthing infront of a mirror, for example a bathroom counter. He loves keeping your head up by the hair and watching your face contort whilst he pounds you.

- Goofy {Are they more serious or do they crack jokes?}

He's mainly serious but on the odd occasion (as in being drunk) he can crack the odd joke here and there, dropping a sudden "yeah!" if you moan his name

- H {Hair, How well groomed are they?}

He's normally fairly clean shaven, sometimes he can have a bit of hair but it never gets overly messy.

- I {Intimacy, How romantic are they during sex?}

He literally depends on the mood and situation that led up to the sex. If its a quickie, expect no intamacy aside from a couple whispers. However if it's after a date, he'll be the most loving and intimate man on the planet.

- J {Jerk off, How often if at all?}

Unless he has been away from you for more than a month, he refuses to jerk off. He knows nothing feels as good as you anyway.

- K {Kinks, A list of their kinks}

Daddy kink, Praise kink(giving), Katoptronophillia(mirror kink), light bdsm

- L {Location, where do they prefer?}

If possible he prefers to be in private places such as the hotel room or at home, but if its a quickie then probably the locker room.

- M {Motivation, What gets them going?}

Sometimes You'll send him naughty pictures or texts, especially when he's at a venue and will see you later that night. If you wear one of his shirts with nothing underneath, that also gets him rowdy.

- N {Nope, Anything they wouldn't do}

No threesomes, he isn't one to share. Also nothing that makes you feel legitmatly threatened

- O {Oral, Do they prefer giving or recieving?}

Either is fine for him, he loves fucking your throat and watching you gag, but at the same time, your taste to him is so so heavenly.

- P {Pace, Are they slow and sensual or quick and rough?}

Again, depends on the situation, if its a quickie, he won't be gentle, or considerate of anyone if the corridors either. But if it's in an evening, he'll happily take it nice an slow for you, letting you feel everything.

- Q {Quickies ,Their view on quickies?}

He enjoys them but doesnt feel they are nessecary every day, like if you to a live show, he will most likely want one before hs match to gets his adrenaline pumping, but if there is a taping of smackdown, he's happy to wait.

- R {Risk, Do they expeirment? Will they take risks?}

If you come to him with something new to try ,95% of the time he'll agree to try it with you , and he doesn't mind almost getting caught in pre-match quickies.

- S {Stamina, How long can they go for?}

If it's after a match, probably only 2 or 3 rounds at max, however if its in private and during his rest day, 2 or 3 rounds minimum. Sometimes you both go for 10 rounds in one night.

- T {Toys, Do they use them? On their partner or themself?}

Unless you want to use them he isn't that intrested, they don't feel half as good as you do, and he prefers to be the source of your pleasure not some fake plastic dick.

- U {Unfair, How much do they tease?}

This man will tease you. And by god will he enjoy it! Every oppurtunity he gets , he will tease you. Sneaking a hand under your skirt or pressing his foot agasint your mound at dinner. One time he even fingered you to the point of orgasm but stopped just before you came, all while you were sat at a desk talking to Noami.

- V {Volume, How loud do they get?}

Aside from the odd grunt while fucking you or a groan while you suck him off, he stays fairly quiet, he prefers listening to your pretty sounds instead.

- W {Wildcard, Random scenario}

La's grip on your hair tightened as he pulled your head back up to look at him and yourself in the bathroom mirror. "Look at that pretty cockdrunk face babygirl, isn't it just gorgeous?" You eyes rolled back, causing the hand that had recently been covering your mouth give your cheek a light slap. "A-a-ah baby, you look at daddy when he fucks you this good."

- X {X-ray, Lets see under those clothes.}

I'd say he's about 6.5 inches, fairly thick with a vein running from the right side and up the underside.

- Y {Yearning, How high is their sex drive?}

The longest he can go without sex if about a month, but afterwards he needs a good fuck to make up for past oppotunites. So about medium sex drive.

- Z {Zzz, How quickly do they fall asleep after sex?}

If it's really late ,he'll make sure you get to sleep first before falling alseep himself, otherwise he'll just stay awake.

[hannahsmusings]

Renee

*it was nearly impossible to focus on my workout, my mind kept fluttering back to Anthony, annoyed with myself since usually I was so much better than this, not having fawned over a man since the early days of my current relationship and that was ages ago and the honeymoon phase was long gone, my mind returning back to Anthony’s tattooed arms and hands and his silly lopsided grin that made my stomach fill with butterflies was infuriating, overdoing it with my workout just to give my brain the pain to focus on* *I finish my workout and walk back upstairs, scurrying through the kitchen, not wanting to linger and speak to Anthony and he looked hard at work anyways, refusing to even look towards him as I cross by and over to the stairs that led to my bedroom, not letting out a breath until I was behind my closed door* *I relax in my room after showering, doing my skincare and moisturizing routine before getting on multiple phone calls with the new buyer of my make up brand, it being more a conversation between lawyers but I liked to be present for everything* *I hung up the phone, my brows furrowing since it was already dark out and I didn’t even notice the time slip by, sniffing the air and realizing there was some delicious smell in the air, knowing it had to come from the kitchen and that made me both excited and annoyed* *I get dressed, having just been in my bathrobe for the calls and lounging since I didn’t need to be on camera, hating how I kept looking at myself in the mirror, making sure I looked cute, cursing myself before stomping out of my room and headed downstairs, hearing people chattering and knowing my team was already in the dining room all waiting for dinner, their chattering softening as I walked in just a little after 6, siting at the head of the table, my eyes focused on my phone*

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*i’d spent longer than usual making notes and brainstorming on my notepad, referring back to your preference sheet every so often but finding myself getting distracted as I think of you, part of me wondering what you looked like working out right now, quickly diminishing those thoughts as I try and focus on imagining your reaction to this meal, realising all my thoughts related back to you and it was meaning I moved slower than usual* *when I finally decide on the meal I feel excited, grinning and humming as I stick the radio on in the background and begin to cook, not hearing you come through the kitchen until I’d missed you, looking up when I hear the door closed and frowning* *begins to roast in the oven, the food welk seasoned and permeating through the house as it gets closer to six* *i clean off my dirty apron and change into a new one for serving, plating it up to look professional and pleased with myself as I hear people begin sitting in the dining table* *i grab a couple of plates and stack them up my arm, having lots of waitressing practice as I enter the dining table, grinning at everyone but my eyes on you* Evening ladies. *shoots them all a charming grin* Tonight we’ve got a home cooked comfort classic. Roasted garlic and herb lamb shanks with buttered mashed sweet potato and garden greens. *looks at you with a grin* Vegan butter of course. *serves your plate first, eyes flicking to yours to gauge your reaction before dishing out the others* I figured after a long day of travelling, some comfort food would be needed. *i felt I’d nailed this, it being high in protein and lowish in carbs, fresh greens and light on the fats, desperately wanting you to like it* Hope you enjoy. *murmurs, lingering for a moment as I so wanted to see your reaction as you took a taste, wondering if that was unprofessional but I’d been dreaming of it all day I couldn’t help but wait for it*

[longlostzoldyck]

pushing buttons

❥ clanleader!megumi x f!reader

❥ wc: 1.6 words, sexual themes (18+), minors dni

❥ warnings/ tags: smut, dirty talk, use of sex toys, excessive use of pet names, edging, fingering, public sex

❥ summary: you buy a pair of vibrating panties and wear them out to dinner with megumi.

❥ notes: starting my valentines playlist with a bang. for day 1 i chose a little classic: trying out a vibrating underwear. idk why megumi was the immediate answer to me, but i still feel like its correct lol. the next month is going to be a bit intense, but idc imma just have fun xx thea

valentine's playlist | m.list | part 2

experimenting with gumi was like pulling teeth. you had been together for years so he had settled into a comfortable routine, one he refused to deviate from. you loved sex with megumi, but also needed a change in routine every once in a while. you were happiest when you had variety, even if you had to bully your boyfriend a little.

it was the same game every time. you would suggest something new. he would freeze and turn you down. you would buy it anyway to surprise him. you'd try it and then he'd love it. he was just so stubborn when it came to trying new things. this time you went for vibrating underwear. you smiled giddily like a child on christmas morning when the package arrived at your doorstep.

it couldn't have been more perfect as you and gumi even had a date planned out for that night. you were getting ready for the evening in no time, choosing one of gumi's favorite dresses on you. he arrived home by the time you were finishing up your makeup.

"well, look at you," he called out as you offered him a sly smile, your eyes meeting through the mirror.

he pressed a kiss to your temple as he headed into the bathroom to freshen up. you cleaned the bottom of your lips cleaning the edges of your lipstick happy with how your face had turned out. you proceeded to spritz yourself with some of your perfume adding an extra one or two for good measure.

"i just need to tie my shoes up and i'm ready to go," you called out turning in your seat and looking around for your heels.

you were finally going to wear these stunning heels gumi had gotten you for christmas. there was no actual reason for you to own strappy lavender heels, but the second you saw them you knew you needed them. and you were practically in tears when your boyfriend gifted them to you. gumi emerged from your shared bathroom stopping across from you.

"got yourself all dolled up," you found yourself blushing at his words. you hate how megumi had that effect on you, making you feel like a teenager all over again. you reached down pulling your heels until they were next to you.

"i'm wearing your present," you showed them to him briefly before slipping one on. you tried to lean forward to tie the strappy shoes up your ankle, but struggled to reach and see properly. you were wearing a really tight dress so leaning down to tie your shoes became a challenge.

"lemme help," gumi offered pulling an ottoman to sit across from you. you sat back in your seat placing your foot on his lap. his long fingers grasped the strings then wrapping them up your ankle. he did the same with your other shoe then helping you to your feet. "you look so good baby," he complimented kissing your lips softly. you keened into his hands adoring all his praising. he always showered you with praise when you were in private, preferring to not show affection in public. boy, were you going to challenge that tonight.

"i have a surprise for you," you finally let him into your game and he instantly groaned already dreading what your wicked mind had come up with this time. "oh, come on, i promise you'll like it."

"fine," he said with a sigh. "what did you get this time?"

you responded by placing a small remote in his hands. he grabbed the small piece of plastic between his fingers evaluating it quickly.

"what is this for," he asked.

"i'm wearing these panties that you can control with that little remote," you explained and his eyes almost shot out of his skull upon hearing your words.

"you're wearing them now?," he asked to confirm. you nodded leading his fingers to grasp the remote and press down on one of the buttons.

"it has multiple settings," you clicked through a handful of the settings also enjoying the brief pleasure coursing up your body. "oh, and strengths," you clicked through some of them gasping briefly in his ear from the strong vibrations attacking your pussy. "it'll be our little secret for dinner."

you finally headed out for dinner with your cute outfit and new toy. gumi used it tentatively in the car wanting to see how you reacted to the stimulation. he stopped the moment you got out of the car leading you through the elegant restaurant. being clan leader did come with its perks sometimes.

when you first gave megumi the tiny remote he thought it was a cute idea. he'd definitely use the toy on you in private, but wouldn't dare to do so in public, especially at such a fancy restaurant. however, the more he had the little remote in his pocket and the more he drank in your appearance, the more he wanted to see you fight against letting out your sweet moans.

he surprised himself when he stuck his hand in his pocket, turning on the vibrations on a low setting. your eyes widen in slight surprise when gumi caved as quickly as he did and used the toy on you.

"i'm glad you're enjoying my surprise," you said with a sly smile.

"oh shut up."

"turn the strength up or i'll flash my tits," you threatened.

"i'm clan leader, you wouldn't," you smiled at his reasoning pushing your arms together squeezing your boobs which were ever about to spill out of your dress. right as you were going to push your tits further together, you felt the vibration strength increase actually soothing some of the pent up frustration gumi had been building with such a low setting. "i can't believe you would flash the entire restaurant."

"it's one of the reasons you love me," you countered groaning in displeasure when he turned off the vibrations as a whole. "meanie."

"princess, i can't make you cum in the middle of a restaurant," he insisted and you smiled standing from your seat before making your way towards him.

"who said anything about fucking me in the middle of the restaurant?," you whispered in his ear before turning around and heading to the bathroom.

you swung your hips a bit more on purpose hoping to tempt him enough to follow you and finish what you had started the moment you handed him the remote. you stared at yourself in the mirror for a moment waiting for megumi and thanking the universe that it was empty. you smiled noting the signs of your arousal on your flushed skin. the bathroom door opened and you didn't even turn already knowing who it was when you heard him lock the door.

he finally turned on the vibrations again choosing a low setting which had you in swaying in slight bliss. he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you flush against his chest as he increases the power significantly having you instantly falling over in pleasure.

"what is it, angel? cumming already?," he taunted then biting your neck. he pushed your cheeks together lifting up your face to look at yourself in the mirror. "look at yourself, baby."

you clenched your pussy around nothing at the pornographic sight reflected in front of you. gumi pressed against your back, rutting his hips into your ass and you slowly coming apart in his arms from the pleasure emerging from your underwear.

"gumi," you moaned so close to your orgasm you could taste it. yet before you could get there that orgasm was ripped from you when gumi turned off the vibrations. you groaned in frustration again on the border of tears. "gumi, please, i need to cum."

"i know, angel," he turned you around pressing you against the sink and rolling your dress up your body. he ripped your underwear down your legs then spreading your folds with his fingers making you shiver. you were abut to complain needing more of his touch, but gumi stuffed two of his fingers into your pussy stretching you out deliciously. "so tight, baby. you're just sucking me in."

he set an initial steady pace pulling his fingers in and out of you. you leaned your elbows back on the counter letting your body lean back as a small coil started to form in the pit of your stomach. so much teasing and edging had made it so your orgasm was already building again and with a strength you couldn't quite understand. you let your head fall back in pleasure as you felt gumi finally nudge your sweet spot hitting the same rough patch with every stoke until you were cumming on his fingers.

you came so hard you had to cover your mouth with one of your hands or you would have screamed. gumi just stared at your pulsating pussy which sucked him in more and more as your body convulsed in pleasure around his fingers. he continued pumping his fingers inside of you to extend your orgasm the most he could, riding you through the earth-shattering orgasm he'd just given you.

he finally pulled his fingers out bringing his fingers up to his mouth to clean them of your juices. you sat up as he hummed around his fingers enjoying your taste. he leaned down pressing a soft kiss to your lips massaging your lips with his lovingly.

"gumi," you sighed his name against his lips feeling his hard cock pressing against your thigh. "lemme help you."

"no, im gonna go pay and we're heading home," he stated. "i need to fuck you and i want to be able to hear your screams without worrying about other people."

you became slightly flustered at his crude words as you leaned down grabbing your underwear from where it was around your ankles. you pulled the poor excuse for fabric up your legs then fixing your dress to your best ability to try to hide the fact that gumi had just given you one of the most mind-blowing orgasms in your life in a restaurant restroom.

[d-dalladalla]

What about an angst/fluff story where Ryujin is a bully who always teases and makes fun of y/n but one day she sees y/n being really sad or maybe crying on her own she realizes her feelings for y/n and immediately regrets what she did, so she tries to do something to make y/n forgive her. (Sorry my English is really bad and btw I think you're replying super fast so don't worry about that! Love your writings!)

Thank u so much bestie <3 I really appreciate that <3 Your English is amazing!

Ryujin was your worst nightmare, you were already having a bad time, transferring as a senior, having to make new friends with people who already knew each other for years, trying to fit in was hard but luckily there were some girls who were really kind to you, Yeji and Lia had gone out of their ways to make you feel accepted but the one thing they couldn't do was stop Ryujin's torment.

She tormented you, tripped you up whenever you stood up, knocked your lunch out of your hands, slammed you into lockers, made a show of destroying your backpack in front of the whole class and watched you walk away crying.

You don't even know why she chose you, what had you done to make her hate you?

She just wanted power over you, anyway she got it would work and she loved it, she honestly didn't like to see you cry but with so many bystanders laughing at your torment she couldn't break her character.

It was halfway through the last period when you asked to use the bathroom, walking in and being met with Jennie and Ryujin, the elder was one of Ryujin's minions, she caught your eye in the mirror and turned off the tap water, gesturing for you to step forward and you did, she was the most violent one and you didn't feel like lying your way out of a black eye again to your parents.

She was quick to grab your hair and pull you to the ground, laughing as you clutched your scalp in pain, she towered over you and crouched down to meet your eye level. Ryujin was leaning against the sink counter, refusing to meet your eyes.

"You know, after that little 'hiding in the bathroom' shit you pulled, your lucky that all I'm gonna leave you with is a black eye." She raised her arm, the other one bunching up your shirt collar and pulling you forward. You closed your eyes and tried your best to lean backwards, but the punch never came. You shakily opened your eyes to see Jennie on the floor, further back now with one hand holding her head.

Ryujin stood over her, back to you

"Don't push it Kim."

Jennie scampered and got up to her feet, before leaving the bathroom huffing. The door slammed behind her and as Ryujin turned the sink on to clean the blood from her knuckles you prepared yourself for the hit, backing up against the dirty bathroom wall and bringing your knees to your chest.

"I'm sorry," her voice shook and you looked up to her, eyes glassy as she met your eyes. She walked over to you, knelt down and lifted a damp paper towel to your head, cleaning up the damage Jennie had left. "I'm sorry for all of this, I don't know what changed but-" she took in a deep breathe and continued to clean your head,

"I'm gonna stop all this, I'll leave you alone and I'll get everyone to leave you alone as well." She stood up and threw the paper towel into the bin. Leaning her arms against the sink and waiting for your response, turning her head to you.

"I'm not going to thank you for doing the bare minimum, you're a bully." You spoke, you weren't gonna praise her for finally leaving you alone and being a good person.

"I know, I don't expect you to, I just wanted to let you know I'm sorry." Ryujin leaned down in front of you, brushing your hair and clearing your face. She was too close and you could feel her breath against your face. "I am sorry."

"O-Okay," You breathed out, she kept coming towards you and you couldn't exactly faze through the bathroom wall you were against, she left the softest kiss against your lips before standing up and leaving the bathroom before you could process what happened.

[get-shiggy-with-it]

extracurricular activities

✧ pairing: dabihawks x tomura x reader

✧ word count: 10.3k | ao3 mirror

✧ warnings: college au/no quirks, poly group sex, sub!tomura, mean dom!dabi, soft dom!reader, switch!hawks, sex toys, anal sex, anal fingering, oral sex, face sitting, face fucking, tad of voyuerism, spitting, spanking, power dynamics, smoking mention, alcohol mention, mention of questionable mental health, dabi is an asshole, dabi's pierced dick, very brief mention of feet (dabi steps on you), tomura gets filled, crack, humor and smut, kitchen sex, degradation, praise, titty suckin', afab terms used for reader, no pronouns, pet names (sweetheart and slut), lots of swearing

✧ summary: In which Dabi wrecks the apartment, and you all wreck Tomura's ass.

✧ a/n: This takes place after the events of Restoration and 18th Century Lit, so you'll wanna check that out first. Thank @ruewrites for this monstrosity, she made me do it. Baby's first foursome fic, so be gentle with me. I might fuck around and write something similar from Tomura's POV. I was too deep into it when that occurred to me. N E wayz enjoy y'all.

“Somebody better tell me which bodily fluid this is in the next ten seconds,” you shouted from the kitchen, scrubbing sponge clenched in a rubber glove clad fist, “and if it’s jizz I am leaving immediately.”

A mop of blonde hair peaked out from behind one of the bedroom doors and squinted at the crusty white splatter caked onto the cabinet you held open.

“Uh yeah, jury’s out on that one, but the odds do not seem to be in your favor,” Keigo’s nose crinkled as he spoke before disappearing once more into the fray. “At least it’s not blood!”

“No, that was just in the bathroom,” you muttered to yourself, holding your breath and scrubbing harder at the flaking stain.

“Yeah that last DIY piercing did not go well,” Dabi chuckled, sauntering out into the kitchen and plopping himself down on the counter you kneeled atop.

He was clad in a long t-shirt that frayed at the sleeves and booty shorts at least a size too small.

They read ‘affront to god’ in neon yellow letters across the ass.

Pretty fucking accurate, you thought, after seeing the state he left the apartment in after last weeks emotional breakdown. At least that’s what Tomura called it. Looked more like a self/apartment destructive rampage, but what did you know?

“Why was it behind the fucking toilet then?” you asked, flinching as a particularly large flake fell to the counter top by your knee.

Dabi prodded it curiously and then wiped the soiled fingers in his shirt. “That’s where my head landed when I passed out I guess.”

You scoffed and hopped down off the counter to survey your work.

It looked a hell of a lot better than it did when you arrived. Tomura had called you in for what you assumed would be a much more entertaining night of Smash or maybe the new horror game that had just dropped with some good ole fashioned fucking between rounds. Instead you’d walked into a much whole other breed of splash zone.

The apartment he shared with the guy you knew only as Dabi—“don’t have a last name, and if I did I wouldn’t tell you”—was completely and utterly trashed.

Tomura left early from yours after a sleepover the day prior and came home to his roommate passed the fuck out on the bathroom floor with the place in shambles. You weren’t filled in on many details, but it was gross enough that even Tomura couldn’t stand it. You and Keigo—Dabi’s “not boyfriend”—had been called in for backup when it became increasingly clear it would take more than two people, and Dabi refused to offer much help anyway.

“If you weren’t so nasty, I might actually be concerned for your well-being,” you grumbled, mixing floor cleaning solution into a bucket and settling on your sore knees to scrub some of the dirty boot prints off the tile.

Dabi’s bare foot took up residence on your back, warm sole sliding up your shirt and resting heavily against your spine.

“Damn sweetheart,” he mused. “I think that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

You glared needle sharp over your shoulder, rearing back to bite at the tatted ankle by your hip when Keigo wandered back in, arms crossed.

“Now I know that’s not fucking true,” he shook his head, eyebrows so far up they might have disappeared into his hair if not for the headband holding it back. “I say nice shit to you all the time, you ungrateful hoe.”

“Telling me my dick looks pretty doesn’t fucking count as nice.”

You slapped your wet rag to the floor, still pinned under Dabi’s foot as they bickered. Finally rescue came in the form of your boyfriend, looking way to fucking cute with his hair pulled out of his face and pale legs showing through his shorts.

“Hey what the hell is in this fucking—“ he started and cut off upon discovering your plight, twisting and turning like a subway rat trying to nip at a particularly juicy french fry. “Asshole, I said no fucking touching!”

Tomura brushed past Keigo and kicked at his roommate's shin who recoiled, rubbing at the forming bruise.

“No, creep, you said ‘hands off,’” Dabi waved his hands in the air and smirked, “which they are.”

Tomura glared as he knelt down, dragging you away from the cabinets and Dabi’s reach by your arms.

“You know what I fucking meant,” he grunted while he settled behind you on the floor so you were caged between his thighs.

“Yeah, we’re painfully aware you’re a jealous little shit,” Dabi spread his legs as Keigo came to settle between them, back to the other's chest. “Now what the fuck were you talking about before?”

“Wha—oh,” Tomura pointed down the hall where an unassuming cardboard box sat on the floor. “That was shoved up at the top of your closet.”

“Well, did you open it?” Keigo asked, peering at the dusty, unmarked box.

“No...” Tomura buried his face into your shoulder and mumbled, “the last box I opened was fucking full of panties. I’m not touching that one.”

“What, was that your trophy collection? Panties?” you asked incredulously as Tomura mouthed at your neck. “Pretty unoriginal.”

“You’d fucking know, slut,” Dabi winked down at you and Keigo rolled his eyes.

Tomura’s glare physically intensified behind you.

“I’m the only one who gets to say that, slut,” he growled.

It was pretty comical to watch actually. As much as the four of you jabbed at each other, the vibes created in the studio were sorta fun really. You didn’t know Keigo all that well but he seemed to be just enough of an asshole to be both grating and funny on occasion. Dabi had grown on you, mostly out of necessity as Tomura was loath to let you out of his bed sight, so you spent quite a lot of time in their apartment.

“You gotta train him better,” Dabi said to you, pointedly not looking at the hunched form of your boyfriend who patently didn’t understand the concept of personal space after being intimate with you more than once. “And I don’t fucking keep track of half that shit. I don’t even think it’s mine.”

“Well it sure as fuck isn’t mine, and it was in your goddamn closet.”

“Fine, I’ll open it if the rest of you are gonna pussy out,” Keigo butted in, pushing off of the counter and kicking the box into the kitchen.

“Seriously, do we really have to equate pussy to cowardice?” you opened your mouth to continue even as you felt Tomura rolling his eyes behind you, but stopped when Keigo flipped open the top of the box and you caught a glimpse of...balls.

Big, purple, silicone balls attached to an equally large, equally purple, and equally veiny shaft.

“Uhh, what the fuck?” Dabi’s not-boyfriend asked, staring wide eyed down at what was apparently a box full to the brim with fucking dildos.

So. Many. Dildos.

The box wasn't small by any means either, and you all stared, dumbfounded, until Dabi’s smoke raspy laugh pulled your attention away from the box of fake dicks.

“Shit, I fucking forgot about those,” his shoulders shook with mirth as he turned to Tomura whose face you were suddenly dying to see. It was just as pretty and red as you expected. “Dude, you remember that chick I dated a year ago? The influencer?”

“Those are hers?!” Tomura yelled directly into your ear.

Much less cute.

“No dumbass,” Dabi hopped off the counter and knelt down by the box, picking up a particularly hefty flesh colored cock and slapping it against his palm. “Well I mean technically yeah. She got sponsored by a bunch of sex toy companies and they sent her PR boxes or some shit. Anyway, I stole them from her place when we broke things off.”

“How did you forget about this many dildos?” Keigo asked, staring down into the abyss of dicks.

“I was kinda drunk at the time, I don’t remember most of that year,” Dabi replied. “All I know is that I came out of it with like forty fucking dildos and a bellybutton ring.”

“Forty?!” you and Tomura shouted simultaneously.

But as they saying went: the couple that finds forty dildos in the back of their friends' closet together stays together.

You were caught somewhere between laughing and being even more concerned for Tomura’s tatted disaster of a roommate.

“Something like that, I can’t actually remember how fucking many there are.”

“Well I mean, we have to go through them now,” Keigo chimed in, pulling out another member that seemed to include a silicone foreskin too. “Right?”

The four of you went quiet for a moment, trading looks until a silent consensus was reached.

Yes, you all indeed needed to sort through all the dildos.

What a nice friendly bonding activity, you thought.

Like the weirdest fucking double date ever.

***

“No fucking way,” you shook your head as Dabi waved a green dick in the air above him.

“Babe, I’m telling you, any slut worth their salt could tell all these apart without looking.”

“Don’t call me babe,” you replied, earning a pleased hum from Tomura who was still resolutely seated behind you, “and second, like yeah sure, with your hands anyone could.”

“No, no, no,” Dabi let the dick fall with a thump back among its brethren. “With your hole.”

“Is that a fucking challenge?” you bristled, feeding the ever growing competition that existed between you and Dabi.

Sluts, by nature, didn’t like to have their slutty prowess threatened. You were very territorial in that way. And Tomura had the marks to show it.

“Yeah it fuckin’ is,” Dabi replied leaning over the box to press his face up to yours.

Keigo chuckled beside you, leaning back on his hands with one of the dicks suctioned to the floor in front of him. “Well hell, you know I’m in.”

“What about you, creep?” Dabi peered over your shoulder and knocked foreheads with Tomura who looked up so their noses brushed together.

His hands pawed nervously at your tits, fingers kneading the flesh as he considered what he’d be agreeing to, and you tried not to squirm when he pinched your fucking nipples with absolutely no concern for the other two seeing.

“...fine.”

“Fuck yeah, there ya go,” Dabi pulled away and stood, wandering off down the hall.

“Where are you going?” Tomura shouted after, though he reappeared in seconds with a spray bottle and disposable cloths.

“What? We gotta clean ‘em,” he said as though it were the most natural thing in the world and the four of you weren’t about to compete to see who could successfully I.D the most dildos using only your asses and pussy. “I’m nasty, but I’m not that fucking nasty.”

The four of you quickly concocted a dildo testing set up, composed of a shower rod and a broom, suspended between chairs and the coffee tables at Tomura’s behest, so each couple could face off without seeing their opponent get stuffed full.

Each was constructed across from the other so that the two people kneeling with their lower halves under the curtain would be face to face with a partner behind to handle the insertion. You’d flipped a coin found under the couch to decide who got to do the inserting first which you and Dabi had won out. So, now you were situated with Tomura’s pretty ass on display, dusted blush pink in front of you with Keigo and Dabi in an identical position. You and Dabi shared a devious look as you prepared to spear your partners on your respective silicone lengths.

While the boys had prepped themselves to take the numerous cocks, you'd been busy creating a cheat sheet of dicks for reference, giving each member an affectionate nickname. Then it was time for the game to begin.

“C’mon Tomura,” you rubbed a comforting hand up his back as you kept working two fingers in his pretty little hole. “You gotta relax or you’ll never be able to take anything bigger.”

You pumped a bit faster into him, curling up until he groaned and shifted his weight onto his elbows.

“I’m fucking trying, okay?” he whimpered, but the tight ring of muscle wouldn’t yield any farther than two of your fingers.

Meanwhile, Keigo had successfully taken two cocks and already guessed the first one right.

“You can go farther than that,” he quipped to Dabi who raised his eyebrows and slammed the remaining silicone forward, making his boyfriend lurch and gasp. “Fucking hell dude, not that hard. That’s gotta be The Hulk.”

“Look at you, 0 for 2,” Dabi whistled in appreciation and leaned back to wipe down the massive green dildo, tossing it into the pile.

Tomura audibly swallowed.

“What’s wrong, freak?” his roommate mused. “You’re acting like you’ve never taken it up the ass before.”

“So what if I fucking haven’t?” he growled or tried to, it came out as more of mewl as you stroked his prostate in an attempt to loosen him up a bit more.

“We’re working our way up to it,” you kept your eyes resolutely on Tomura’s pucker sucking in your fingers and using your other thumb to work little circles into his hip. “He’s just so tense and it’s kinda tricky when I can actually feel the dick, ya know?”

You could tell Tomura was less than thrilled with this information being shared, but he still rocked back into your wrist so he couldn’t have been all that upset. He whined when you pulled your fingers away, taking a relatively small and well lubed dildo from the line up and slowly pressing the tip in.

Your boyfriend hissed below you and Dabi rolled his eyes, working a fourth dick into Keigo who was entirely off base with his guesswork.

“Seriously, man?” he asked, standing from behind Keigo and knocking you out of the way. “Get in front, sweetheart,” he pointed and you gawked a bit at the tone he used, but gave up the dick in your hand and settled yourself in front of a flushed red and very messy Tomura.

He was close to drooling on the floor, looking up at you with wide eyes as you ran a hand through the hair that had fallen loose from his bun. He always got like this when he crossed the border from normal turned on (which was essentially his default) to extreme horny territory—all whiney and willing to do whatever he needed to get his fix.

“What, so I’m just supposed to sit here with this thing in my ass?” Keigo asked from behind you.

Dabi shot him a cold grin.

“Do me a favor,” he looked down at you and nodded towards the pink toy buried deep in Keigo’s hole. “Turn the end of that for me, yeah?”

You cocked your head and leaned back. Keigo gazed at you warily, but nodded for you to do what Dabi asked and Tomura let out a groan of complaint as you moved away from him and turned the end of the toy which buzzed to life, vibrating hard enough to pitch Keigo forward onto the floor.

“Oh you asshole,” he groaned, reaching frantically back to flick off the power but stopped in his tracks when Dabi spoke.

“Did I say you could turn it off?”

Now that was a dom voice if you’d ever heard one.

Keigo whimpered and let his hand fall back, cheek smashed against the floor. “No…”

“Then sit still till I’m fucking finished.”

Even you shivered at that.

“Now what’s gonna get you to loosen up, huh, creep?'' You couldn’t see Dabi’s lower half through the curtain but you could imagine he was digging his hands into Tomura’s hips and rolling the bony flesh under his palms like you would. “Wanna play with your little slut’s pretty tits?”

Normally you might have been a bit more apprehensive about someone else—especially fucking Dabi of all people—putting their hands all over your baby boy, but it was kinda really hot watching Dabi’s wrist move just so that you were sure he’d sunken his fingers back into your boyfriend’s tight hole and was fucking him open.

Below you, Tomura pulled himself up on his hands and glared over his shoulder. “Don't fucking talk like—“

Dabi cut him off with what must have been a very well aimed thrust cause it had Tomura toppling into your chest and crying as he went.

“Just give in, Shigs,” Dabi raked painted nails down his back and fucking purred the little nickname, voice dripping down your spine like ice water under the July sun. “I know you want to, quit fucking fighting it.”

Tomura groaned into your shirt, his head slipping until it rested at the crux of your folded thighs. He still glowered off to the side but his hand fisted in the fabric of your top and tugged harshly.

You raised your eyebrows a bit and Dabi motioned for you to continue, so you slipped off your top, the sound of faint buzzing and Keigo’s stifled moans like the weirdest strip tease backing track ever.

The second your tits bounced free—which Dabi unabashedly stared at—Tomura was pushing himself up and latching on to your right breast, his clever little tongue drew circles around your nipple and nipped at the sensitive skin. The heat of his mouth sent sparks straight to your clit, soaking you even more thoroughly than you were before. Which was saying something considering your thighs were already sticking together with the mess made just from watching Tomura get his hole stretched.

Dabi chuckled and you looked over Tomura’s head to find him gazing down at your boyfriend's pale ass. “Took three fingers like a champ the second you get some tits in your mouth,” he mused, arm pumping faster over the curtain. “Damn you really do like that, don’t you?”

You smoothed Tomura’s hair down, gripping lightly to move him over to your other breast when the skin became too raw. Your grip tightened and you gasped though as two, unfamiliarly smooth fingers glided down the cleft of your ass, sneaking under your shorts and running through your dripping folds from behind.

Keigo chuckled, “So does someone else.”

Those fingers only had the chance to draw one shaky circle on your clit before Tomura was slapping his palm as hard as his position would allow over your pussy.

“Mine,” he glared over your shoulder down at Keigo, still fucked out on the floor with the vibe going full force in his ass. You could hear the subtle movement of the curtain, providing a truly stunning mental image of his hips rocking back into nothing.

“Hey,” Dabi snapped, and the three of you paused. “Cut the shit.”

In any other case, the command would have been a bit off putting, but something about Dabi changed as the power dynamics in the room clearly began to settle. It was like a switch flipped. A dirty, dominant switch that had Dabi’s shoulders looking broader and his usually grating voice rolling through you in waves.

“Now, I think you’d appreciate having that slutty fucking pussy filled up, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?” he said and you debated how easily you were willing to give up your control in whatever the fuck was about to happen next.

Cause it was headed in a seemingly delicious direction, but on the other hand, Dabi was a massive shit pretty much all the time.

Decidedly not too easy.

“I wouldn’t say no to that...” you drawled and felt Tomura whine against you.

He’d drifted well past the point of speaking now, but you were practiced in the art of deciphering the meanings of each high pitched cry that tore its way out of his throat.

“Oh I don’t fucking think so,” Dabi retorted, following it up with a loud smack that had Tomura rocking harshly into your chest. “I’m not gonna deal with two fucking brats. That goddamn blond bastard is enough.”

“Oh thanks so much for the acknowledgement, babe,” Keigo groaned and you heard the distinct sound of him sucking something followed by a low hum. “You taste fucking delicious by the way.”

Tomura grunted and huffed into your shoulder, fingers squeezing tighter into your chest. You felt Keigo shift behind you, the rustle of fabric indicating he’d thrown off the makeshift curtain and his breath ghosted across your cheek when he spoke.

“Oh c’mon, you know I’m right,” Keigo whispered to Tomura.

From the corner of your eye, you could just make out the flash of white canine as he licked up the shell of your boyfriend’s ear and nibbled at the sensitive skin. Tomura shuddered in your grasp.

“Calm the fuck down,” Dabi muttered, pulling the towels and shower rod away so your boyfriends pretty, marked up ass was on display. “I’m not gonna make you share this time, baby boy.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Tomura tried to wiggle out of Dabi’s grasp and further into you, but now that the curtain was removed you could see exactly what Dabi had been doing back there.

Three fingers to the farthest knuckle were sunk deep into Tomura’s ass, dripping lube onto the floor in a little puddle. He rocked his wrist so that every squirm from your boyfriend only had those fingers pressing directly on his sweet spot, stopping any other escape attempt.

“Ugh, fine,” Keigo huffed, settling closer behind you regardless, his chest to your back. “So, what’s the plan then, boss man?”

The energy in the room was shifting very rapidly, power dynamics falling solidly into place as you all glanced around at one another in a strange, silent agreement that whatever went down, it was about to happen right here on the kitchen floor.

And it was gonna be sloppy as fuck.

“Well,” Dabi mused, clearly placing himself at the top of the proverbial fucking food chain. “Since Tomura here can’t seem to play the game right, I think we need to help him prep a bit more. Just so he’s got a fighting chance, don’t you think?”

He was looking at you this time.

Waiting to see what role you’d assume.

Well, Tomura had left you perpetually sore for weeks and given you enough friction burns to last a lifetime. You thought he deserved a little bit of payback.

“I think you’re right,” you replied, matching his mischievous energy tenfold and loving the way your minds melded on familiar, slutty territory. “My sweet boy needs some help opening up.”

Tomura dragged his upper body off of yours for once and you were so fucking glad he did.

His face was absolutely ruined. Drool ran down his chin, cheeks flushed bright pink that had all the scars and wrinkles of his face standing out. Those helpless red eyes found yours, so wide and desperate.

Oh he’d really dropped this time.

Shit.

You’d seen him get pretty deep into it before. Knew that he liked to get out of his head a bit, let go of all the racing thoughts. Be taken care of, be fucked stupid for a night just to take the edge off of broke student life.

You understood it well.

But something about the conversation—where you all tossed around the fate of his ass like he wasn’t even there—had sent him hurtling past any logic. Just a body, just a pliant, willing body. Trusting all of you, and especially you, would give him what he needed.

On the fucking kitchen floor.

It was the hottest thing you’d ever seen.

“Glad to hear we’re all in agreement then,” Dabi smirked and tugged at your boyfriend’s hair, pulling him up so he could look down at those glassy eyes. “That what you want, Tomura?”

The use of his name surprised you a bit. You didn’t think you’d ever heard Dabi call him anything but some type of somewhat friendly insult. It dragged a similar reaction out of Tomura himself, who came back to consciousness just long enough to offer a nod.

“Yeah, fuck…just do something,” he sounded just as wrecked as he looked.

And you could suddenly see why exactly he sounded so desperate. With his back arched up in Dabi’s grip, you watched Tomura’s cock—angry red at the tip and adding to a second puddle of precum on the floor—as it bobbed against his stomach. He was harder than you’d ever seen him before and probably had been this whole time.

Poor baby.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Dabi purred and released Tomura’s hair in favor of looping the arm across his neck, sipping two fingers past his roommate’s parted lips.

Your heart hammered in your chest, slick gushing down your thighs and shorts completely soaked through. Just the sight of it—Tomura, destroyed and needy, gagging on Dabi’s fingers as his cock begged to be worshiped—well you almost fucking came right in your pants.

Keigo seemed to be walking on a similar, horny path.

“Holy shit,” he panted, accompanied by a squelching sound as you turned a half quarter to find him on his knees next to you, sans shirt and bouncing lightly on the toy. “You’re gonna let me play too, right?”

You weren’t entirely sure if he was talking to you, too lost in the haze of Tomura speared and whining on Dabi’s fingers, but you answered anyway.

“Yeah,” you reached forward to slip a hand under Tomura’s spit stained shirt and roll your thumb over a nipple. “I mean he’s gotta get used to feeling full somehow.”

“Damn straight,” Dabi groaned, pulling his fingers from your boyfriend's mouth and gripping your chin in his hand so the spit smeared on your cheek, “but you let me handle being the bad guy, yeah sweetheart? You just keep telling him how fucking good he’s being for us.”

A shiver ran down your spine and heat pooled low in your gut as his voice washed over you. And since when had Dabi’s eyes gotten so fucking captivating? The look he gave you—all of that joking maliciousness morphing into something strangely seductive instead of his usual infuriating—had you leaning forward easily in his grip, pliant and waiting to feel his lips on yours.

But what met you was not the cool silver of piercings, but something scratchy and warm and pleasantly familiar. Tomura licked eagerly into your mouth, gasping as he pushed against Dabi’s arm around his throat so he could suck on your tongue before his roommate got the chance.

“No,” he mumbled against your lips. “Mine.”

He moved from your lips then, sinking to the crook of your neck and digging his full teeth into the flesh, leaving over it with his tongue and sucking hard to leave an almost baseball sized bruise.

You would have found it endearing if you didn’t have to cover it up later.

“Fucking Christ, freak,” Dabi grunted, licking his sore lip where Tomura had head butted him out of the way. “Guess you aren’t as much of a slut as I thought. We know how to share, don’t we?”

You were tempted to join in on the teasing—Tomura certainly never spared you from it—but he was looking up at you with watery eyes, face half pressed back into your chest and you just couldn’t find it in yourself to blame him much.

“He’s doing his best,” you cooed, smoothing a hand over his sweaty forehead and feeling the sparks his moan sent straight to your clit. “No one’s gonna touch me, baby boy. This is all yours.”

You were gonna fucking die though if someone didn’t touch you soon and it really didn’t seem like Tomura was in any state to do so.

For once you were thankful for Dabi’s commanding presence moving things along. You’d definitely been promised a dick at some point and you were aching to collect on that.

“Alright,” Dabi ripped his fingers away from Tomura’s hole who keened at the loss. “You sound like a goddamn bitch in heat, creep. You really wanna get fucked that bad, huh?”

Tomura was silent for a moment, and when he spoke, it was only to you.

“Mmm, wanna cum,” he nuzzled into your cheek, grabbing your hand and yanking it towards his leaking cock.

“Hey,” Dabi growled, fisting his hand in Tomura’s hair again to pull him up onto his knees. “If this is gonna work, you gotta fucking listen when I talk to you.”

You kept your mouth shut this time, enraptured by the light of defiance ever present in your boyfriend's eyes dwindling as you pumped his cock while Dabi popped his jaw open to spit right on his tongue. Tomura jerked when Dabi’s saliva dripped down his throat and you thumbed across the sensitive head of his cock that gushed into your palm.

“Swallow,” his voice was all cigarette smoke and just as addicting. “Show me you know how to follow a fucking order.”

Tomura struggled in his grip, but as the seconds ticked by and their staring match continued, you saw his body go limp. Weak to the pleasure and relief of your hand stroking him and the desire to relinquish control, he gave up the fight, swallowing weakly and collapsing to the floor when Dabi released his hold.

“Kei quit fucking yourself and help out a bit, yeah?”

Keigo perked up beside you where he’d been watching intently, one hand circling the head of his startlingly pretty cock while he bounced slowly on his heels, grinding against the vibe still buried in him.

“Will you let me turn this fucking thing off then?” he groaned, gripping your shoulder for support and pulling the toy from his ass without waiting for permission.

“Don’t act like you didn’t like it, asshole,” Dabi rolled his eyes and gestured for both you and Keigo to help move Tomura’s limp form. “I want him on his back.”

Dabi stood and backed away as you crawled to take his place, gripping Tomura’s skinny hips and as Keigo nudged his shoulders.

“Shit, he really is kinda cute, isn't he?” Keigo mumbled to you after Tomura was flipped over and panting, dick still raging hard against his stomach. “I get the appeal now.”

He traced a long, graceful finger over Tomura’s lips, shivering when his little pink tongue peaked out to lick at the tip.

Keigo looked up at Dabi who stood just over your shoulder, observing the scene like it was an incredibly horny stage play and he was about to direct you to spread your legs to stage left.

“Babe, can I fuck his mouth?” Keigo asked, voice deep and sugary sweet as he crawled to press his face against Dabi’s thigh and palm his boyfriend through his straining shorts.

“Be patient,” Dabi sighed as Keigo tugged his pants off, revealing an unsurprising lack of underwear and a shocking amount of little barbells running along the shaft of Dabi’s cock. The ring at the tip glinted threateningly. You gapped and Dabi chuckled at your jaw rebounding off the floor. “Not for you this time, sweetheart, but I think your fucking whore boyfriend can take a quick trip back from sub space to eat some pussy for you.”

“Ugh, I asked first though,” Keigo whined, licking a stripe up Dabi’s dick and you were starting to understand what Dabi meant by his brat commentary earlier.

“I said be fucking patient,” he groaned and snapped his hips forward so Keigo’s protests were drowned out by the cock taking up residence in his throat. “You know how hard it is the first time. We gotta work him up a bit before he can take more than a few fingers.”

That was a sight you were never gonna get fucking tired of.

Keigo’s lips were stretched so wide, you wondered if that was what you looked like when Tomura made you suck him off till you were begging for him to fuck you right. You hoped so, it was hot as shit.

“Alright freak, you listening?”

Tomura nodded slowly, eyes half lidded and one hand pumping lazily on his own cherry red length.

“Think you can make your pretty little slut cum while Keigo and I help you relax a bit?”

He perked up at that, instantly grabbing for you, gripping your thighs and pulling you to sit on his chest, but Dabi stopped you with a hand on your arm.

“Nah, I want you watching us,” he said as Keigo laid out on his stomach, head by Tomura’s hips. “That way you know what to do next time he wants his greedy fucking ass filled.”

You raised an eyebrow at his assumption you didn’t know what you were doing, but acquiesced and retreated from Tomura’s clawing grip to shamelessly kick your shorts and panties off then hovered your soaked, throbbing lips over his mouth. Dabi groaned with you at the clear sense of relief on your face as Tomura immediately found your clit and suckled on the stuff bud.

So swept up in watching Tomura fall to pieces, you hadn’t quite been aware just how painfully aroused you were. But you sure as fuck were now. Tomura nursed at your clit for a while longer as Keigo and Dabi watched on, breaths coming heavy and eyes flicking between your face to your chest and to where Tomura lapped at your dripping pussy. Keigo’s fingers twitched, halfway to reaching for your tits as they bounced with your pants.

Dabi’s fingers gripped his wrist instead.

“You know the rules,” he whispered. “Just enjoy the view.”

Tomura, seemingly unaware that anything outside of your cunt drowning him in slick, did not notice the display and instead moved from your clit to draw circles around your entrance, pressing so his tongue slipped inside. You keened then, muffled by the sound of Dabi shifting in front of you, coming to lay between Tomura’s legs and lifting them over his shoulders.

“Now you better thank me later, freak, cause I’m gonna make you feel real good, but don’t you dare fucking stop,” he bit harshly at Tomura’s thigh, the vibrations of his groan rocking through you. “You better make that pussy cum or you aren’t going to at all.”

You ground shamelessly against his face as Tomura kicked at Dabi’s back, communicating quite clearly that he did indeed know how to make you cum all over his tongue and had, in fact, done so more times that he could count. Most of which Dabi’s bitch ass had been forced to listen to through the thin walls of their apartment.

As if to emphasize this point, Tomura’s fingers replaced his tongue, working into you despite the awkward angle while he spat directly onto your pussy and worked it inside. He curled them into you just the way you did to him when he wanted to cum so bad but just couldn’t .

That had you doubling over, bracing yourself in the cute dip of his stomach and crying out.

Dabi reached out and tilted your chin up so he could look deep, dark, and dangerous into your eyes.

“Remember, you gotta tell him what a good job he’s doing.”

You took a breath and nodded against the little shockwaves of pleasure as he alternated stroking that spot inside your walls and nursing your clit, drinking down all the sweet juices that leaked from your hole.

“So perfect for me, baby,” you whimpered, tightening your thighs against his head. “Make me—ah—feel so good, Tomura.”

“Oh, he liked that,” Keigo was staring directly down at Tomura’s cock, untouched and making a mess of the little patch of hair that trailed from his bellybutton. It twitched against his stomach with all the pretty words and slick that spilled from your lips.

“I think I know something he’ll like even more,” Dabi said, leaning over to run a hand through Keigo’s messy locks and pulled him into the sloppiest kiss you’d ever seen. It was more a series of lazy licks than anything else, making Keigo’s lips drip with their combined spit. “If you wanna get your dick sucked, you’re gonna have to earn it.”

Dabi’s dark head reared back as he gripped Keigo’s hair and guided his mouth towards Tomura’s throbbing length. He seemed to catch on quickly, flicking out his tongue, complete with a little black piercing at the center, and ran the warm metal right across the tip. Buried in your pussy, Tomura let out the highest pitched sound you’d ever heard. Somewhere between a scream and a sob directly against your clit.

It hadn’t barely been a few minutes, but you were so close to hurtling straight over the edge already.

Oh well, the boys could spare you a couple mind shattering orgasms in return for sharing your pretty boyfriend and his perfect little ass.

You watched intrigued as Dabi let go of Keigo’s head, which continued to lap and press wet kisses to the head of Tomura’s cock before sinking down in it entirely.

With the way he was digging his nails into your thighs, you were shocked he didn’t cum on the spot.

You were even more surprised he managed to hold out when Dabi got that wicked smile slipping over his face again before he dipped down between the legs bracketing his head and licked a long strip from Tomura’s hole to his balls, sucking one briefly into his mouth before retreating back to the pink ring of muscle.

You could hear the wet squelch of Dabi’s bobbing, wild head of box dye black hair fucking his tongue deeper into Tomura’s ass. Working him open and slicking up his insides to take whatever was coming next.

Well.

That was apparently you.

Because right when Dabi slipped his tongue all the way in and added a finger to match, Keigo took the entirety of Tomura's length into his throat which, in turn, had your boyfriend absolutely shrieking under you.

The vibrations on your clit, coupled with the twitch of his fingers against your walls fucking wrecked you on the spot. Without a hint of warning your pussy clamped hard on Tomura’s hand, gushing on his tongue. The force of the white hot feel good chemicals flooding your bloodstream rushed through every muscle in your body and pitched you forward, head resting on Tomura’s thigh. Keigo bobbed beside you, not letting up on his rhythm but somehow managing a cheeky little wink, even with his lips stretched thin around a throbbing dick.

Dabi’s hair brushed your forehead as he pulled away, chin dripping with spit that glinted off his piercings.

“Damn, look at you creep,” he panted, dark eyes flicking between your face and Tomura’s heaving chest. “Guess you aren’t as bad as I thought.” His nose brushed with yours and you breathed in the heady scent of spit and body heat. “Or you were just real keyed up, huh?”

You rolled your eyes, moving to prop yourself up just as Tomura slipped two long fingers back into you, curling hard and squelching as he gave you three sharp pumps. The hands steadying yourself gave way again and the only answer Dabi received was a moan and a small huff as your chest hit Tomura’s hip.

Another sharp smack rang out as Dabi struck the side of your boyfriend's ass. Keigo choked as the shock forced Tomura’s cock far enough you could see his throat bulge.

“Don’t be fucking teasing,” he said and sucked a mark into Tomura’s inner thigh for emphasis.

The fingers curling in your still clenching walls retreated, smearing the mess they’d made on your ass where you felt Tomura leave small, somewhat apologetic kisses on the swell of flesh. As you caught your breath, Dabi pulled Keigo back by the long hair at the nape of his neck. His lips, puffy and pink and slick, popped off the head. Tomura whined at the loss of stimulation and dug his fingers harder into your ass.

“Fuck, you’re so much prettier when you’ve been sucking dick,” Dabi mumbled against Keigo’s lips, sucking on his boyfriend’s tongue while you took over, lazily pumping Tomura’s soaking cock until Dabi gripped your wrist and pulled away.

Keigo flopped uselessly against your boyfriend's stomach, eyes glassy and blissed out.

“C’mon back,” Dabi patted Keigo's cheek until he stirred. “I thought your cock-drunk ass wanted to get your dick sucked too.”

The effects of his words were immediate.

“Yes!” he perked up, much like a dog offered a bloody piece of meat.

He stared at Tomura like that’s exactly what he was.

“Alright then,” Dabi chuckled and turned to you, sitting up and sliding a hand down your back which Tomura quickly and loudly slapped away. “Jesus, fine. Now sweetheart, I need you to take over for Keigo. Can that pussy of yours do that?”

“Who the fuck do you think I am?” you quipped, though not unkindly and matched his growing smirk.

“That’s the fuckin spirit,” he reared back on his knees so you could flip around to straddle Tomura’s lap.

You could feel your goddamn heartbeat in your pussy when you finally got a glimpse at Tomura’s face. Your pretty boy was all red, chin slick from eating you out and blush spreading into splotches across his chest that heaved with every breath. His cute little nipples were pinched and hard, his left hand still rolling one under his thumb. That lovely tongue lolled out and when he caught your eye, his face contorted in a fucking gorgeous pout that had you diving down into his outstretched arms.

He hummed so happy against your lips as you licked behind his teeth and at the spot on the roof his mouth you knew he loved. You were only vaguely aware of Dabi behind you, popping the cap of the lube and slicking his length. From beside you Keigo tugged at your shoulder, until you pulled away from a less than pleased Tomura.

“Dabi said it’s my turn,” he whined, actually fucking whined like a kicked puppy, and you almost laughed, but then you felt Tomura tense as the slick head of his cock slapped your pussy lips.

“Get up here,” Dabi kept prodding you with Tomura’s length, dipping the tip into your hole then drawing it back. “I need you riding, keep him nice and distracted so I can split the little fucking brat in half.”

You nodded, feeling flushed now for some reason. All this time you’d not experienced the telltale burning of embarrassment in your face at the others seeing you on display. Yet the thought of them watching while you bounced on your boyfriend's dick was suddenly quite harrowing.

Nervously you sat up, halfway through talking yourself out of it in this short lived moment of logic you’d stumbled into. But then Tomura was rocking his hips up into you and catching the rim of your entrance.

“Please,” he was whimpering over and over, rolling his hips up petulantly as Keigo straddled his chest in front of you.

“God, will you just let him have it so he stops talking?” Keigo huffed, looking over his shoulder at you and hooking two fingers on Tomura’s teeth.

“Of course, baby,” you whispered to Tomura, rubbing a hand up his stomach as Dabi helped guide Tomura’s cock to sink straight into your leaking cunt. It burned like always, despite how incredibly soaked you were. But the stretch was so fucking good it never mattered.

Made for you, that’s what he was, so that all the veins and the cute head of his dick found their home perfectly nestled inside your walls.

You could feel Dabi’s eyes on you, watching as your pussy swallowed up everything it was given and gushed around the intrusion.

“Damn bitch,” he hummed behind you, gripping your hips while Tomura couldn’t see to help you grind in his lap. “Sorry I questioned your slut credentials.”

“As you—hm fuck—should be,” you gasped, finding the perfect angle to rub Tomura’s dick against that spot on your front wall.

Dabi chuckled before pulling Keigo’s head back to rest on your shoulder. “Careful babe, he bites sometimes.”

“No he won’t,” you sighed as Dabi moved you in Tomura’s lap and you grew accustomed to the familiar throb of the thick veins that dragged against your pussy. “You’ll be good for Keigo, right sweet boy?”

“If you’re gonna do—“ Tomura started, voice nothing more than a rasp, before Keigo took that opportunity to grab a fistful of grey hair and stand, dragging Tomura up with him.

His admittedly very toned ass ended in front of your face as he popped open Tomura’s jaw and slid his length inside. The accompanying choke almost made up for the asshole currently next to your nose.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Keigo moaned as he sunk his cock deeper into Tomura’s mouth and pulled back out, leaving your boyfriend gasping with a silvery thread of spit connecting him to Keigo’s dick.

“I think he likes it,” you heard him muse and he switched his grip, stroking a hand across Tomura’s flushed cheeks and guiding him back to suckle at the head of his cock. “Yeah, suck it just like you do to those pretty tits.”

You peered around as Dabi started pulling you to shift on your thighs and bounce properly. Tomura ran the flat of his tongue up the thick vein on the underside of Keigo’s length. He was flushed red to the tip too, and keened—knees shaking so bad you thought he might collapse—when Tomura closed his lips around the head and tongued at the slit.

Never mind.

That was now the hottest thing you’d seen all day.

And it was only made better by the constant, muffled cries of pleasure he let out with every new thrust of Keigo’s cock. Tomura stroked your walls so well—the perfect curve of him feeling like it was nudging your throat—and you let yourself melt into the pleasure of it. Your head went limp on your neck, resting gently on Dabi’s shoulder.

“That’s it, keep him nice and loose for me,” he whispered into your ear.

You felt him move behind you, pushing Tomura’s knees farther apart and pressing his chest against your back. You felt your boyfriend's hips jump and heard his muffled yelp at what you assumed was Dabi’s length prodding his hole.

“Shh,” you gasped, Dabi’s fingers skimming your hips to rub circles into the meat of Tomura’s thighs.

“C’mere,” Dabi grunted, reaching around to grab Tomura’s hands from Keigo’s hips. He bit his boyfriend’s asscheek when he leaned forward, leaving behind a ring of teeth marks and earning an indignant “babe” for his trouble.

Gripping Tomura’s wrists, he guided them to your bare chest, pushing on his palms to get him kneading at the flesh. You groaned, leaning further into Dabi’s shockingly warm chest. His pierced nipples dragged against the slick skin of your back as your thighs burned and your pussy throbbed with every inch of Tomura you took inside.

“There ya go, creep,” Dabi muttered mostly to himself as you felt him pull back followed by the subtle roll of his hips as he began to push inside.

Tomura tensed at first. You could feel him twitching deep in your cunt and hear Keigo’s whines as his mouth went slack. A long, broken cry rattled its way out of Tomura’s chest. He was now only held up by Keigo’s hand in his hair then as his whole body stayed lax to accommodate Dabi’s cock pressing inch by inch into his virgin ass.

You felt your boyfriend shudder as Dabi bottomed out and imagined what the ridge of each silver piercing must feel like as they popped inside. Well and truly stuffed from both ends with his cock enveloped in your warmth, you were sure it must have been the most intense sensation Tomura had ever experienced. Pride swelled in your chest as you rode him harder, loving that you played a role in picking him apart until he was nothing but holes to fill and pleasure.

“Stop fucking tensing, Shigs,” Dabi panted, grinding his nipples against your shoulders as Tomura pulled at yours and made you groan. “Fucking Christ, I forgot how tight virgins get…”

He trailed off, letting his cheek rest on your forehead.

For the first time, Dabi’s composure seemed to break. You glanced up to find his brow beaded with sweat and furrowed, caught between the near painful tightness of Tomura’s ass and the sweet slick of his warmth. He panted with teeth clenched, gnawing at his lower lip.

That kind of look just did something to you.

It was the same hot impulse that flooded your thoughts when Tomura so clearly needed you to play him like the tuned strings of a violin, but just wouldn’t beg you for it.

That urge to make it all better.

Make him feel so good.

As the trance of that particular kind of lovely power rushed over you, your hands reached of their own accord, sliding through Dabi’s hair and running your fingers softly over his scalp. You caught his eye as your other hand slipped down to grab his and brought two calloused fingers two your lips. Your tongue dipped between them, spilling saliva across the length and to his palm before pulling away.

If it was you Dabi was buried in, you were sure you’d feel his cock twitch against you at the display. Instead, you circled your hips harder in Tomura’s lap and urged Dabi to do the same with your hand on his neck.

“Go on, let go,” you whispered to him, low enough that the sound of Tomura’s throat and hole and cock being thoroughly fucked drowned it out to all but the two of you. “Fuck him like you need to—my pretty boy can take it. He feels so good, doesn’t he?”

You guided Dabi’s slicked fingers to Keigo’s ass, rocking forward as he found a solid rhythm to sink his cock past your boyfriend’s lips. With very little prompting, Dabi's thumb spread those plump cheeks and sunk easily inside Keigo’s hole, still stretched and dripping from before.

“Mm, shit, yeah babe don’t stop,” Keigo groaned above you, reaching back a free hand and linking it next to yours in his boyfriend’s hair. “Fuck, god please can I cum?”

But Dabi was long gone, control completely sucked away by Tomura’s walls clamping around him as he rutted mindlessly into the tight heat of his ass. You reveled in being the only one left with any brain cells to spare.

“Cum, Keigo,” you breathed, slapping a hand into his ass and grabbing a fistful of the flesh. “Fill that pretty mouth.”

“Hmm, thank you,” he whimpered and his knees shook with the effort of speeding his thrusts against Tomura’s tongue.

From the way Dabi was growling against you, head dipping down to rest on your shoulder as he absolutely railed into your boyfriend, you guessed he wouldn’t be lasting much longer either. As Keigo worked himself back on Dabi’s wrist and then straight down Tomura’s throat, you brought your hands up to the fingers kneading at your tits and took one in your grip. Tomura whimpered as best he could around Keigo’s length and laced his lovely hand with yours. You squeezed him and hummed.

“Need you to help me, sweet boy,” you brought his hand down to your clit, stiff and puffy and neglected. “You wanna feel me cum all over your pretty cock, right?”

You took the strangled whine you received in response and the fingers rubbing fast, sloppy circles over your bud as an enthusiastic yes, eyes rolling back as delicious heat rolled through your veins all over again.

Keigo’s hips began to stutter in front of you, his words equally shaky when he gasped out a halting cry of warning before he spilled over the edge.

Tomura squealed, cheeks puffing as his mouth was filled with salty release.

“Swallow, baby,” you hummed as Dabi’s hand dropped from Keigo’s ass and dug harshly into the side of your aching thigh. Tomura’s eyes found your face, red and weepy as his throat worked to take every drop that Keigo offered him.

When he was spent the body in front of you collapsed to the floor on his side, dick still half-hard and coated in spit resting against his stomach. His face was split in a dopey, fucked out grin, and he looked through half lidded eyes as the scene continued to play out to its end.

Tomura fell to his back on the rapidly heating tile floor, chin dripping with drool and milky cum. His eyes rolled with the override of stimulation. You were so incredibly proud of him for holding out this long.

Your perfect boy.

“You wanna go next?”

Dabi sniffed and turned his head to look at you with feral eyes as you spoke. His face was red now too from the exertion, hips knocking into you with every thrust.

“Fuck that,” he growled, free hands now grabbing Tomura’s slim waist in between his palms and pressing farther into your back so your tits were pressed against Tomura’s and his hand was trapped between your bodies. “We’re gonna go down together, slut.”

Tomura whined, mouth now unoccupied and he nuzzled his forehead to yours as Dabi moved on his knees, thrusts grinding you harder onto your boyfriend’s dick and his fingers sandwiched between his stomach against your clit.

It was fucking heavenly.

“Now suck on that dirty tongue and hold on, sweetheart,” Dabi grunted in your ear, face pressed right up against your cheek. “I’m makin’ us all fucking cum.”

The room quickly devolved into nothing more than panting and cries and wet slaps of flesh as Dabi hurtled you all right over the goddamn edge into blackout inducing bliss. Firm chests pressed against you—stuffed full of the best cock you’d ever had and Tomura’s lovely tongue tangling with yours—you let yourself give in to the burn under your skin.

Tomura could certainly feel you growing tighter, clamping down around him in a vice and trapping the head of his dick deep inside your pussy, leaving him nowhere to cum but buried in your velvet heat. The two of you moaned against each other’s lips, Tomura’s cock pulsing inside you, legs tensing under your thighs. You could only imagine how tight he was clenching around Dabi still fucking him hard in deep thrusts.

“Want me to, fuck, fill you up, Shigs?” Dabi gasped, hands wrenching Tomura’s away from you to pin them above his head as his cock still twitched, painting your walls with spurts of sweet release until it poured out, making a mess of his lap.

“Yes, god yes,” your boyfriend slurred into your mouth.

And that seemed to be the final push Dabi needed to go out with a bang.

It was actually more of a whimper when you really thought about it. Dabi’s orgasm was a strangely silent affair, all strangled breath and spasming muscles coupled with a low, gravel road groan that spread across your skin like gooseflesh.

The three of you held your position for a few seconds after, Tomura gasping out little whines as he was pumped full of cum and coated in your release. Next to you, Keigo’s soft moan caught in his throat and you glanced over to find him painting his own toned stomach with little spurts of spend, drooling as he watched Dabi fuck you and Tomura into sloppy oblivion.

With a collective sigh, the four of you all collapsed. Dabi pressed against your back and you felt the warm, wetness of his softening cock slip out of Tomura and settle in the cleft of your ass instead. The floor was coated again in a much more delectable mess and you couldn’t find it in yourself to mourn any of your prior scrubbing. Tomura rubbed his cheek against yours, eagerly accepting the pierced tongue Dabi slipped into his mouth. He shared that spit with you the second his roommate pulled away.

A moment later, you felt the heat of another body pressed up against your bare side and turned to find Dabi freeing an arm to pull Keigo into the mess of limbs and cum.

The four of you laid, blissed out and messy on the kitchen floor in silence for a long minute. It wasn’t until Dabi—in true asshole Dabi fashion—started chuckling beside your head that the energy in the room reverted back to it’s natural, chaotic state.

“Holy fuck,” Keigo grunted and joined in on the giggling that spread like wildfire, catching even Tomura ablaze.

“That was fuckin’...” your boyfriend croaked between bouts of laughter.

“Amazing?”

“Mind Blowing?”

“Definitely gonna happen again?”

With a nod and a huff Tomura sighed. “All of the above.”

As your bodies grew progressively hotter and sticker, the four of you peeled yourselves apart until it was only you resting flat against Tomura’s chest while Dabi let Keigo rest his head on one tatted thigh. Tomura stroked your head absentmindedly as he stared up at the ceiling. His heart beat steadily under your ear, lulling you into a drowsy, state of pleasant day dreams.

“So,” Dabi broke the quiet once again.

“This was like the freakiest double date ever,” you finished for him, hurtling the room back into another fit of friendly, fucked out laughter.

“Shit, guess we got a little turned around then,” Keigo hummed in response. “You’re supposed to do the dinner part first right?”

“Yeah and I don’t think we’re supposed to all fuck at the end either,” Tomura added.

You pinched one of his stiff nipples just to hear him gasp and shoot you a wounded frown. “Don’t pretend you didn’t like it.”

“How would you even know, freak?” Dabi smirked as he leaned back on his hands and looked desperately as though he needed a cigarette.

“Shut up…”

Shockingly, Dabi did, simply shooting Tomura a mocking yet fond glance and running his fingers through Keigo’s messy hair.

“Well, in that case,” you pushed yourself up and dragged your boyfriend along with you, his hands settling on your hips. “Couples shower time then dinner? We can clean up the disaster area later.”

“Oo, fuck yeah,” Keigo hopped up and slung his arms around Dabi’s shoulders. “There’s a new food truck on campus if we wanna pick something up then binge a few movies.”

“I’m down,” you said, looking at Tomura. “Wanna shower first?”

He flushed and ducked his head down into your neck mumbling something that sounded enough like an affirmative to have you pulling yourself off the floor. You felt the uncomfortable gush of his release beginning to leak down your thighs as you stood and Tomura grinned proudly at you while he ran a finger through the mess.

“C’mon,” you sighed, taking his hand and dragging him past the abandoned box of dicks and towards the bathroom, thankfully sans bloodstains.

Dabi and Keigo’s muffled conversation continued behind you, friendly background noise that filled you with a strange warmth when you turned to see Dabi crawling on top of his blond bastard ‘not boyfriend’ and trailing kisses up his throat.

Tomura wrapped his arm around your waist, pressing a mindless kiss of his own to the crown of your head. You reveled in the strange feeling of camaraderie. The heat of affinity that spread through the small, disaster apartment with a roof that leaked and a balcony that perpetually smelled like cigarettes and whiskey, was akin to the feel of a wood fire in winter or warm sheets straight from the dyer.

Another laugh bubbled from you unconsciously at the thought.

You smiled to yourself at the tiny revelation, and took Tomura's hand in your own as the bathroom door shut behind you. The room filled with steam as he kissed you and squeezed your palm in his.

What a fucked up little family you’d carved out here.

What a strange place to belong.

“Hey, if you fuck in there you better invite us!” Keigo’s voice rang down the hall and drifted easily under the bathroom door, loose in its frame.

“Would you shut the fuck up you horny fucking slut?” came Dabi’s equally loud and much less amused response.

“We are not inviting them,” Tomura huffed, dragging you into the tub and under the warm spray.

You shook your head, adding in a fond eye role for emphasis while he groped your chest and manhandled you against the tile.

“Oh so we are gonna fuck in here then?”

Tomura deadpanned as though you’d just asked if the sky was blue.

If the grass was green.

If your boyfriend was gonna rail you against the shower wall.

“What do you fucking think?”

That laugh was back, setting your face pleasantly ablaze with the same rush as summer campfires or salt water on heated skin.

“Damn, sorry I—“

Any reply laced with a completely appropriate amount of snark drowned on your tongue as Tomura swallowed it up. His lips were kiss softened but retained the familiar worm edges. You let your hand trail down the cracking skin of his cheek and throat to take his hand that rested on your chest.

He smiled into your mouth—one of those rare, genuine things he never let you see but always made sure you felt.

You matched his grin.

And kissed him back.

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[bbyheedeungie]

Fluttering Machinery | Robot! Sunghoon AU

Genre: Fluff, mild angst

Pairings: Robot! Sunghoon x Reader

Warnings: Character death, little suggestive content

Synopsis: Sunghoon was a humanoid built by your father, with the sole purpose of taking care of you once he passes away. But it seems like taking care of you came with discovering emotions that wasn't necessary for cooking, cleaning, and keeping you safe. What is this warm fuzzy feeling that resonates deep inside Sunghoon's mechanism?

It's been months. 6 dreadful months since your father has passed away. The doctors have warned you that he didn't have much time left, but that didn't make the goodbyes hurt any less.

You were 4 years old when your mom left you and your father for another guy. A more successful guy. Your father was bright, with an insatiable hunger for discovery and invention. But his field of work didn't always bring food to the table. And so on most days you had to, well, compromise.

But you loved your father so much, and still do. Although you didn't grow up to be a scientist like him, you knew the basics on automation and robotics. You were 11 years old when you first saw it, the humanoid that he worked on for years came to life before your own very eyes.

He had no skin nor face that made him look human yet. Just a chunk of metal with a head, arms and legs that moved mechanically. Nevertheless, you will never forget the joy and pride in your fathers' face as he watched his creation. The humanoid was a work in progress and you knew one day he's going to change the world. Unbeknownst to you, he was going to change your world.

And now here you are, years into the present as you stood infront of the humanoid who had his eyes shut. Yep, he's a he now. He is Humanoid SH-1282. Your father made him for the purpose of serving the community, to help people. But when he discovered his illness, he started making alterations to his design. He made SH-1282 to serve as the perfect companion, but only to you.

He filled the humanoid's hard drive with everything that he'll need to help you and take care of you. He input cooking, cleaning, and even martial arts. You sighed, remembering your father's last words.

"I'm gonna leave him in your care now, err leave you in his care or whatever. Take good care of each other okay? I love you both so much."

You were such a crybaby, holding on to your father's arm as the nurses were ushering you to wait outside because the doctors are about to perform surgery.

"You'll be okay." Your father mouthed as he smiled knowingly in content.

You reach for the humanoid's neck to find the power button, finally deciding to activate him after holding it off for months.

You held your breath as his eyes open, immediately scanning his surroundings. His eyes land on you, a smile forms on his lips.

"Hi, I'm SH-1282. It's nice to finally meet you, Y/N." He said naturally, offering his hand. If you didn't know any better, you would think he was a normal boy.

You let out a shaky breath as you accept his hand. He frowns, it seems like he is studying your facial expression and posture.

"You seem like you are in distress. Are you alright?" He asks in concern.

"Yeah, I am." You reply weakly.

"Will a hug improve your mood?" He asks. He was programmed to know about the benefits of physical intimacy, but he was also programmed to know consent and so he will not do anything unless you want to.

You contemplated, biting your lip.

"No, thank you." He simply nods, stepping out of his charging port.

"Will you show me around the house?" He asks and you nod.

"Damn this feels so awkward." You think to yourself.

"So here's the living room." You say as SH-1282 takes a good look around the area, his eyes falling to the dirty coffee table with tons of papers stacked messily. The couch looked greasy, with breadcrumbs stuck to the sides of the couch cushions. He scrunches his nose, involuntarily adding a new emotion to his database: disgust.

And as you led him to the kitchen, this emotion intensifies as he sees the containers of Chinese takeouts and cup ramen littered around the counter. He walks to the fridge and finds it empty except for a carton of milk that you put into your cereal for breakfast.

This awakens another emotion for the humanoid, frustration. He pinches the bridge of his nose as he contemplates on what to do with the mess, aka you.

"This won't do. You have been living unhealthily which may reduce your chances of living a long life."

You scoff, "Excuse me?" He gives you a dead stare, an eyebrow raised.

"No, excuse me while I clean up all this. I'll leave you to your own devices, thank you for showing me around today." He says sassily as he goes to find where you hide your cleaning utensils. You stood there dumbfounded.

"Unbelievable." But you let him be anyway. He wasn't wrong, you've been a total mess this past few months but that was all because of the grief. You basically had no family now.

And so for the rest of the day, you lock yourself in your room and do homework. About 5pm, you hear a soft knock at your door.

"Hello, it's me. Can you spare me a minute? I have something to ask of you." You inwardly groan, not really wanting to face the humanoid.

"Can you accompany me to get groceries? I swear this will only happen one time. It is only because I am not yet accustomed to my location. But after I mentally note the directions, you won't have to come with me next time." He didn't really want to bother you, but he knew that going out by himself and getting lost will be much more bothersome for you.

"Sure thing, just let me change into— oh no, you have no other clothes. It's kinda chilly outside today." You mentally facepalm yourself. Why didn't I go shopping for men clothes first before activating him?

"That is fine, I am immune to any temperature." He says as-a-matter-of-fact. You roll your eyes.

"I know that but people will probably get suspicious to see a man walking around in a shirt and jeans when everybody else has coats on. We need you to fit in as much as possible."

You search for your father's old coat that you refused to throw away even months after he's passed.

"Sorry dad, but he kinda needs this right now." And so you dress the humanoid in your oversized university sweatshirt (which surprisingly fits him perfectly) and your father's old coat.

"How do I look? Will I fit in now?" He asks as he scans his appearance in the mirror.

"You look—" absolutely breathtaking. You had every urge to slap yourself. Your father really didn't play around when he made the humanoid's face. He could pass up as an idol. And the cute little mole on his nose was a good addition to his features that made him even more realistic.

"Great. People won't suspect a thing."

The two of you head out. Contrary to your expectations that he would marvel at everything he sees outside, he just casually looks around. You ride the bus together, and the humanoid processes everything that you do, noting how everything works.

What caught you by surprise though, is how he immediately stands up in instinct to let an old lady sit down in his place. He sure was programmed with manners and chivalry. You smiled at the thought.

You made your way inside the grocery store, only intended to grab a basket but the humanoid insisted on a push cart.

"We have so much to buy, I've taken a mental note of everything we'll need." You simply roll your eyes and let him push the cart around as you wandered behind him. You look around as he reads the nutritional facts of every single thing he sees.

"This is definitely going to take a while." You muttered.

"Y/N? Is that you?" A voice squealed. You hissed and attempted to turn away, pretending you didn't see her. The humanoid saw how you reacted and swiftly rushed to your side in a protective stance. The stranger eyes the humanoid, her eyes sparkling at the sight of such a gorgeous man.

"Why hello there. Y/N you didn't tell me you've been busy with your boyfriend, we haven't hung out in a while." Both of your eyes widened at the misunderstanding.

"Oh, no he's not— we aren't—" You tried to explain but she just laughed out loud.

"Look how flustered you are. You know what, it's okay. But we have a lot of catching up to do!" She said, squishing your cheeks in a playful manner.

"So what's your name, handsome stranger?" She asks, turning to the confused humanoid.

"I'm S—"

"Sunghoon! His name is Sunghoon." You blurted out. Sunghoon was the name of your childhood crush when you were like 7 but that'll have to do. Unfortunately, it seems that the humanoid got even more confused.

"I am Y/N's—"

"Neighbor. He lives next door to my apartment. I was just showing him around because he just recently moved into the city." You say quickly. She can't know that you're living with a guy. Even if said guy wasn't human.

"Awww how sweet of you to go shopping with your neighbor." She said, winking at you. She's definitely not convinced.

"I'm Yeonmi, Y/N's friend." She introduced, offering her hand to Sunghoon. He took her hand reluctantly.

"You mean my super obnoxious friend." You roll your eyes.

"Shut up, you love me." She teased. Admittedly, you've been avoiding her for months now. Ever since your father passed, it was as if you didn't want to deal with anyone anymore, with the fear of being left behind again. So you shut everyone out. You know it was a very selfish move and must've made everyone worry, but you have yet to figure out how to fix things back to how it is.

You said your goodbyes not without a long, tight hug from Yeonmi and Sunghoon noticed from his scanners how your vitals greatly improved from it. This made him feel another new emotion: relief. He was very thankful for your friend who made you feel better.

You continue venturing down the aisle of food, and you find the humanoid smiling to himself. He notices your attention on him and he shakes his head, as if shrugging his thoughts off.

"What?" You asked.

"You gave me a name. Although I'm unsure if it is necessary, thank you." He says genuinely as he smiles at you, your heart skipping a beat.

"You're welcome, Sunghoon." You smiled back.

He picked up lots of fruits and vegetables, with you whining the whole time. Your whines unlocked another emotion of his; annoyance.

"No wonder her father thought she is in need of taking care of, she acts like a child." He concludes, running his fingers through his hair as he lets you get an ice cream of your choice. Oddly, seeing a bright smile on your face as you show him what flavor you got seems to put him at ease.

The two of you got home at dawn, with quickly stacking up the groceries into the cabinets and fridge, with you slumping down on the now squeaky clean couch.

It had been quite a long day and you found yourself dozing off. You woke up from the light tap on your shoulder, eyes fixating on Sunghoon with your apron wrapped around his torso.

"I could get used to this." You thought, admiring how adorable the humanoid looked but quickly pushing the thoughts away.

"Sorry to wake you, it's time for dinner." He announces and you lazily nodded, not before yawning and stretching your arms.

"Uhh, what is this?" You asked, eyeing your plate.

"It's your dinner." He says nonchalantly, expecting you to start eating. Your face shows utter disgust at the plate of vegetables.

"Please don't make me eat that." You begged. Sunghoon rolls his eyes; a trait he adapted from spending just a day with you.

"Don't be dramatic, vegetables are good for you." He states, taking the plate from you and attempting to feed you.

"Come on, say ah." He says playfully. After realizing how much you acted like a child, he researched on how to take care of children and downloaded it into his database. You scrunch your nose, leaning away from the food and shooting him a glare.

"Sunghoon, I'm not a kid." You deadpanned.

"Oh, but you won't get your ice cream if you don't eat this." He says, pouting at you teasingly. He's really good at this. With a sigh, you open wide and allow him to feed you.

"Yep, definitely a kid." He thinks to himself as he smiles in satisfaction, another emotion unlocked.

That night, you decided to move his charging port (with his help) from the lab into the spare room of the apartment.

"You know, I'm completely okay with staying at the lab." He reasoned but you quickly hush him.

"Nope. That is no way to treat a person. You deserve your own room, okay? A room that you can fill with your own stuff and decorate with your own preferences. End of discussion." You sassed as you fix his charging port into place. Sunghoon blinked at you, unable to express how grateful he is of how kind you are to him.

"She wants to treat me like a real human being." He thinks, his mechanical heart overwhelmed with gratitude.

Days went on with a routine, with him cleaning all day and you attending online classes. There were occasional bumps in the road, with you getting annoyed with how much of a neat freak he is and him getting irritated with how lazy you are at taking care of yourself. You've also taught him how to watch tv, deciding not to let him use the internet yet because he might gain too much unnecessary information online.

And so on a saturday night, you sat together on the couch as you watched figure skating competitions. Sunghoon was at complete awe the whole time, studying how the skaters moved through the ice.

"I want to skate too." He states absentmindedly, attention still on the television. You smiled, thinking how it was the first time he actually said he wanted something.

"Then let's do it, let's go skating tomorrow." You say, his head immediately shot to you.

"What, really?" Sunghoon asks in disbelief, his eyes widening.

"Yes, really. Although I'm warning you, I don't know how to skate." You laughed, with him chuckling as well.

"Then we'll learn together." He promises.

What a total lie that is. He didn't need to learn, as you watched him move swiftly against the ice, the wind in his hair as he circled around, his focused eyes twinkling in the fairy lights. He looked ethereal. You could have sworn there were tears there as you cheered him on like a proud momma. Ah, they grew up so fast.

People at the park also stopped to watch Sunghoon, whispering about how talented the young man is. His eyes caught yours, and you weren't sure if you were seeing things but you thought you saw him send you a wink and smile.

"The TV been teaching him things." You muttered, blushing but not from the cold. Sunghoon skates towards you, pulling you with him. You're eyes widened in fear.

"N-no Sunghoon I can't—" but he was already leading you through the ice, eyes never leaving yours.

"You can." He whispers, taking you by the waist as he spun you around. You giddily laughed as you threw your arms out, savouring the chilly air. You didn't even notice the people watching and cooing at you as some joined in as well.

That night, Sunghoon felt something he never felt before, and you in a long time. You felt happy.

"Say aaaah~" Sunghoon said as he fed you chicken soup. You caught a cold from skating yesterday and now you're wrapped in a super cozy blanket with Sunghoon worrying about you.

"You know I can feed myself right?" You said, swallowing the food.

"I know, but I just feel responsible because I was the one who wanted to skate. You got sick because of me, and that kinda defeats my purpose because I'm supposed to be keeping you healthy." He rambled. You roll your eyes at him.

"Colds are normal, okay? Besides, I haven't had that much fun in a while. Thank you for that, Sunghoon." You say, reaching up to tussle his hair playfully. He froze, cogs in his mind unable to process as something inside him stirred, but in a pleasant way.

--

"So you dance while rubbing your body on a stranger?" Sunghoon questions, but he's not sure if he wants to know the answer. Tonight, you wore a simple black dress that teasingly showed a little bit of cleavage and a decent length of fabric that hugged tightly around your upper thighs but had a daringly high slit. Sunghoon approves and disapproves at the same time.

"Yeah, it's kinda like that. But don't worry, I won't be doing that. I'll just stay by the bar the whole time." You reassured as you struggled to put on your strappy heels. Sunghoon kneels down infront of you and helps you clasp the straps around your ankles, handling it very delicately. Your heart thumps as he looks up at you.

"Are you sure you don't want me to accompany you?" He asks for the fifth time as he follows you around the house like a puppy. You sigh, actually considering it. Although it was supposed to be a girl's night according to Yeonmi, you thought maybe having Sunghoon tag along wouldn't do harm.

But it did. It did harm to you, alright. And you wanted to harm those girls who kept on grinding their asses onto Sunghoon as slow, sexy music played. You were fuming, regretting dressing Sunghoon in such fashion that screamed big D energy. Why am I being so possessive? But then again, Sunghoon does look uncomfortable. I should go save him. Yeah, I'll do that.

"Hold my drink." You tell Yeonmi as you made your way to Sunghoon.

"You go girl! Get your man!" Yeonmi cheered drunkly.

Your train of thoughts were blurred by the alcohol as you struggled to walk straight. You had only one clear thought in mind: Sunghoon. I need to get to Sunghoon.

Sunghoon stood uncomfortably, eyeing the girls who rubbed their bossoms and derriere all over him. Is this supposed to be fun? He thinks innocently. He sees you walking towards him, swaying your hips side by side as you strode towards him like a predator.

Girls hovering around him going unnoticed as you were the only one he could see.

Stunning, beautiful. He thought.

"Hey handsome, care to dance?" You asked, pulling him to you before he could even answer. The girls spat at you, telling you to 'get in line' but you just shot them a smug look.

"Sorry ladies." Sunghoon apologized, but his smile told otherwise as he let you pull him away from them.

"You don't know how badly I wanted to get away from—" He froze in his spot as you wrap your arms around his neck, inching closer than ever before. You felt bold, but maybe that was just the alcohol in your system. And as you started moving your body against Sunghoon, you knew it wasn't just you who felt the heat. His large palms go down south, resting on your swaying hips as both of you moved to the sultry rhythm.

His mechanism was going nuts, threatening to malfunction as his sensors detected your very close proximity to him. Whatever you were playing, it was dangerous. But Sunghoon couldn't help but to want more, to desire more.

"Y/N." He whispers, and you look up at him with half lidded eyes. And damn did he find you so sexy right there, under the strobe lights. No girl in the club could ever compare.

"Home?" You suggested.

"Home." He agrees.

As you got in the cab, you immediately find yourself half straddling Sunghoon's lap as you attempt to kiss him. Luckily, Sunghoon can think clearer now and concludes that a drunk Y/N is a very horny Y/N. And though the thought that it was only the alcohol that made you want him made him feel sad, he knew it was wrong to demand such things from you.

And so with your futile attempts to get into his pants, he gently lays your head on his shoulder and hugs you to keep you still. But even that couldn't stop you from squirming to get away from his hold, trying to get some action. He chuckles as he held your hand tightly in his to prevent it from landing into his crotch.

"Now now, you have to stay put. I won't be taking advantage of your state." He scolds gently. And by the time the cab had stopped in front of the building of your apartment, you were fast asleep in Sunghoon's arms.

Times like these were when Sunghoon is glad he was made of aluminum. He scooped you up in his arms like a pillow as he walked up to your apartment. You snuggled up into his chest, looking so innocent as you soaked up his warmth. Sunghoon cooed about how adorable you are, talking to you in your sleep.

He placed you delicately on your bed, contemplating whether to change your clothes or not. He decided not to, noting how your privacy is important to you. You're too drunk and asleep to give him permission right now anyway. He took off your heels and wiped your makeup off very gently, and tucked you in properly.

Long minutes pass as he studies your face, stroking your hair softly as the corners of his mouth lift up unconsciously. He really loves taking care of you. He loves you.

This realization hits him like a truck of overwhelming emotions, but it all makes sense to him now.

"I love you, Y/N." He whispers, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead before retiring to his own room.

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La Douleur Exquise

; Horse Hybrid!Taehyung x Lovebird Hybrid!Reader

; Genre: Fluff, angst, smut

; Warnings: Penetrative sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, impregnation kink, filmed sex

; Word Count: 14.9k

; Synopsis: Taehyung is in love with his best friend. The problem? He’s a stallion, a horse hybrid who’s basic instinct is to collect a herd of women to protect and procreate. His best friend is a lovebird hybrid and they mate for life. He knows it’s pretty much impossible to be together and that you’d end up hurt, but what happens when he finds out you love him just as much?

; A/N: So, my first fic in like...two months? I started this fic in early July and honestly...I just wanted it finished. If it seems a bit disjointed or something then it was very stop and start...I hope you all enjoy it anyway and that it doesn’t disappoint or anything! It’s taken a WHILE for me to get back into writing (honestly, I almost left lol). Please reblog if you enjoyed and leave me comments and asks!

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“Oh...fuck. Fuck, you’re so big, mmm,” The girl on her hands and knees in front of Taehyung moaned, her ass wiggling in desperation as he thrust his hard cock into her soaked pussy. “Harder, please. Please, fuck me harder.”

He hissed as she clenched around him, his entire length disappearing with ease inside her as his hips moved rhythmically. Large hands groped at the globes of her ass, squeezing them and spreading them wide to give the best view possible. Grunting, he slapped at one cheek hard and smirked when she yelped, jerking slightly.

“Such a pretty girl, so pliant and willing, hmm?” Taehyung questioned, his voice low and brusque as he moved hard enough to cause the room to be filled with the sound of skin slapping on skin. “A greedy pussy, so eager for your stallion to get you in foal, aren’t you?” 

She moaned in response, her face unseen to him but her body reacted by squeezing around his cock once more. Running one hand along her spine, he hummed in delight before leaning forward and biting down on her shoulder. It was instinctual, something deep in his genes telling him to hold her steady while he filled her up and impregnated her.

His other hand moved down to her clit, the bundle of nerves still soft and silky with her excitement but also swollen hard with her impending orgasm. Years of experience let his fingertips find the exact spot he needed, swirling them in quick circles and making her cry out even louder, hips bucking beneath him.

“That’s a good mare,” He panted, trailing his nose along her neck slowly. “Come for me, come on, you can do it. Tighten that pussy around me and I’ll breed you as you want.” 

Her orgasm hit seconds later, body convulsing tightly around him and he grunted, hips jerking forward even more rapidly. She was whining, a babbling mess beneath him as he continued to stimulate her, the effects being just as pleasurable for him too until he too came.

Pressing into her hard, he felt the slight resistance of what must be her uterus against the tip of his cock but she didn’t complain of any pain. One of the benefits of being a fellow horse hybrid was that a mare was biologically compatible with the large cock stallions had. One hand held her hips steady, making sure she didn’t move away as his balls convulsed rhythmically, each time causing his cock to twitch as he continued to ejaculate inside her.

She was breathing hard now, her body covered in a fine layer of sweat that caught the light perfectly and he hummed in appreciation, finally feeling the end of his orgasm. Slowly, he pushed himself upright and licked at his lips as he gave a few, shallow thrusts to wring out his final moments of pleasure and also make sure she got all of his cum.

“You were a good girl for me. We’ll get a nice colt or filly from you.” He mutters, stroking along her back appreciatively. Her skin was darker in certain patches and lighter in others, a result of her American Paint Horse breeding. It was pretty and he let his fingers trail along with the colour distinction.

Finally, though, he pulled out. The noise as he did so was extremely wet, but that was nothing compared to the rush of thick, white cum that slipped out of her used pussy. Pursing his lips, he looked it over carefully before dragging his fingers through some of it and pushing it back inside her. It didn’t matter, stallions were renowned for the large amount of semen they produced and she was probably filled inside.

“And cut!” Called the director, his voice interrupting the silence of the set. Taehyung let out an immediate sigh of relief and sat back, his cock rapidly softening now that the scene was over. His co-star sat up with a groan, stretching to get out the kinks in her back from the position she’d been in for the last ten minutes.

As she did so, the trickle of cum once more became a torrent, slipping down her thighs to collect on the bed. She didn’t pay attention to it and he didn’t say anything, the two of them used to scenes like this by now. Wheein was a consummate professional and one of the best in the porn industry, just like Taehyung.

“That was a good scene,” She complimented him, smiling in gratitude to her assistant who brought a robe that she used to cover herself up with. “Even if the whole ‘dirty talk’ is a little overdone nowadays.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes in agreement, grinning as he accepted the cleaning wipes from his assistant. Without a care in the world, he began to wipe his cock clean as he continued on his discussion with Wheein. She was quickly wiping down her thighs and between her legs as well. They’d both clean up more properly when they went to their dressing rooms but he wouldn’t be seeing her again after this.

Not unless they worked on the same set again.

“Right? It’s so fucking cringe. I wish they’d hire someone who’s an equine if they’re going to write a script featuring two of us. Who even talks like that?” He muttered, tugging on his robe and tying it closed before slipping his feet into the sandals provided to him.

The laugh Wheein gives is sweet, making her entire face light up. She really is a beautiful woman and her body is equally divine, only made even better by her kind and bubbly personality. Not that she’d been able to show that during this scene of course.

It struck Taehyung that she’d probably make a good mare for his herd. Despite the fact they were lamenting how lame the script was that they’d been given, there were some truths to what they’d filmed. A stallion like Taehyung would actively seek out fertile mares from good stock for his herd to breed with.

The better quality the mare’s breeding, the better his foals would be. 

At least, that’s what horse hybrids were meant to do. Wheein would probably even agree to it if he asked. He knew that she wasn’t in a herd already and she’d made it pretty clear to him that she’d be open to something outside of their work if he wanted. His deeply-rooted instincts demanded that he take her home and breed her properly, but he just sighed deeply instead.

He may be a horse hybrid, with all the possessive and protective instincts that provided him as a stallion, but he had no actual interest in living his life like that. Which is why he makes a little more small talk with Wheein before leaving to go to his dressing room. The shower he takes is quick, making sure to rub viciously at his body as he tries his hardest to remove any scent of the mare he’d just fucked.

Hybrids were something that had been created long ago. So long ago, no one knew how they were made anymore. The knowledge had been lost in the Hybrid Revolution, three centuries ago when hybrids had refused to be slaves for their human masters anymore. Ever since they’d been treated as equals to everyone else in society.

That didn’t mean that they’d integrated fully of course. Hybrids of different species more often than not stayed with each other or mated with humans. It did happen though, but the differing instincts meant it often was better for a hybrid to simply stay within their species.

Something Taehyung had always found amusing though was the fact that even within their species, a lot of hybrids would only mate within their own ‘breed’. Wheein was a pure American Paint Horse, coming from a long line that could be traced back to when the humans had been breeding horse hybrids for manual labour, protection services and sports purposes.

Back then, the humans treated hybrids exactly like actual horses. They had a studbook and would breed stallions to certain mares to produce characteristics they wanted. Placid nature, easy to work with, intelligent, quick to learn and so forth. When they’d been released, the breeds had continued on the studbooks to this day.

There were plenty who didn’t follow that ideology, of course, Taehyung’s parents were not the same breed after all, but a lot seemed to put stock in being ‘purebred’. It was just another way to act superior in his opinion.

Besides, his parents may not be from the same breed but he was still technically a breed all of his own. His mother was an Arabian while his father a Thoroughbred, meaning he was a breed called an Anglo-Arab. That was considered a breed in its own right, though perhaps not as prestigious as either of his parents.

Whatever he didn’t care about all that. Taehyung had no real interest in following the cultural norms of his heritage. And the reason for that was waiting for him back at his apartment. The thought of that spurred him into cleaning up even faster, making sure he was squeaky clean before pulling on the clothes he’d removed earlier in the day.

Glancing in the mirror once finished, he sighed deeply and looked himself over. A quirk of his kind was that they looked distinctly hybrid in ways that didn’t match others.

A dog hybrid may have the ears of a spaniel while a cat could have the tail of a Persian. Horse hybrids didn’t have any of their animal counterpart’s physical characteristics though, no tails or ears or anything like that. But their animal genes had manifested uniquely in their skin and hair.

If someone was a bay then they would have brown skin in a range of shades while their lower arms, legs and the space around their mouths and nose would be even darker and their hair a luscious black. Taehyung blended a little better than most other horse hybrids, but for others like Wheein, it was more obvious. Her skin was covered in patches of alternating dark and light while her natural hair grew in white and dark brown.

He knew that certain breeds had distinct characteristics as well. An old high school friend was a Friesian with coal-black skin and the most luxuriously thick, wavy black hair. One of his Taehyung’s siblings, on the other hand, had a Lipizzaner mare in his herd; her skin and hair was snow white. It certainly made them easily identifiable.

Taehyung wasn’t quite so obvious. His palomino colouring was visible; pale white hair that was a little too long and softly tousled matched with rich golden skin. Broad shoulders tapered down into a slim waist, currently covered in a loose white button-up. His hair was still wet, dripping onto his shirt while his strong thighs and calves were contained within equally loose-fitting tan trousers. 

He didn’t look like someone who’d just filmed pornography, but then again, what did that look anyway? Just a person? Still, he felt a small sense of satisfaction at how well he was going to blend. The last thing he wanted was to go home and have it look obvious what he’d just been doing, even if it was his job.

Chewing on his lip, he grabs his leather cross shoulder bag and exits the dressing room. He promised to get takeout tonight, and he wasn’t going to renege on that deal.

-

“I have food!” Taehyung calls out, placing the bag of takeout he’d just picked up on the kitchen counter before shrugging off his jacket. By the time he gets back from hanging it up, you’ve already emerged from your bedroom and are pulling plates out of the cupboard while trying to see what he’d gotten.

“What did you get? Chinese?” Looking up at him with a raised brow, Taehyung’s heart stutters for a moment at just how pretty you are. There’s not a trace of makeup on your face right now, you didn’t bother when you were at home, and yet you were still the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

Like him, you were also a hybrid. The two of you had met in the first class of freshman year in college and had quickly become best friends, despite the differences between you both. He’d also fallen deeply in love with you at some point, even though he knew nothing could happen.

Just as he was driven by the instinct to have sex with multiple women to form a herd, you were driven by your instincts. Only yours were dictated by your lovebird genetics, which meant that you were strictly monogamous. As in, once you entered a relationship and truly fell in love with them then you would never have another relationship.

The antithesis of a horse hybrid then. Taehyung had long known that it meant he would never be able to be with you the way he wanted. You craved monogamy and it simply wasn’t in his genes.

So he’d stayed your best friend, and for the last five years since finishing college, he’d also remained your roommate. The two of you shared a mid-sized apartment in the city centre, close to the university that you worked at as a music professor and within easy driving distance of his workplace.

“No, there’s a new Ethiopian place that’s opened close to work. Seokjin was telling me about it it’s a vegan restaurant and I thought it’d be cool to try it out. No idea what you’d like, or what I’d like, so I just got a bunch of things to try.” Smiling at you, he starts to pull out the carefully packaged food and chuckles as you ‘ooh’ at it all.

“Oooh, I’ve never had Ethiopian food before. I’m excited.” And then you turn that blinding smile onto him and he has to let out a deep breath as slowly as possible to stop himself from doing something silly. He’s long been used to his feelings yet you still make him feel like a teenager again.

Once everything’s out, the two of you take it over to the little table that’s set up between the kitchen and the living room and lay it all out. You quickly dart over to the fridge and grab some water for the two of you before settling down and humming in excitement as everything is unpackaged.

Like Taehyung, you didn’t have many physical attributes of your animal side. Which would have been exceptionally strange given the difference between humans and birds. What you did have though, were black irises to match your pupils and the most exquisitely beautifully coloured hair. The front was a blend of peach, yellow and red which slowly morphed into the familiar lovebird green.

It was all-natural and incredibly pretty, suiting your face and personality so well. The original purpose of lovebird hybrids had been as companions due to their loyalty to their partner alongside musical pursuits. Not everyone was great at music but more often than not, lovebird hybrids tended to excel at singing.

Taehyung loved to hear you sing. Or play the piano or any of the other instruments you’d learnt how to play over the years. You were practically a prodigy when it came to the musical arts and he would forever be in awe of just how talented you were.

Your singing was one of the reasons he’d fallen for you so quickly; your buoyant and always effervescent personality had made him determined to befriend the sweet lovebird hybrid in his class. But it was your singing that had truly captured his heart.

The sweet sound of your voice could be as light as a dandelion seed on a summer breeze or swell as loud and strong as a hurricane. He’d been immediately fascinated the moment he’d first heard you sing and it had never let him go. Taehyung genuinely couldn’t imagine his life anymore without hearing your singing around the apartment; from the quiet songs when you were concentrating to the ones you belted out when you were in a happy mood.

He loved it all. As cheesy as it would sound, he just knew that his life would be dull and quiet without his music-obsessed, colourful, chatty best friend. Which was why he couldn’t give up the small hope of something with you. It was a tiny chance, but as long as you remained unattached then it was there all the same and he would grab onto it tightly.

“Did your shoot go well today?” You distract him out of his wayward thoughts with your question and it takes a few seconds of it to truly penetrate his mind and for him to understand. Almost immediately though, it causes him to twist his lips as he begins to spoon out the food he wants from the containers onto his injera, Ethiopian flatbread, that covers his plate. He hated talking about his job to you. It was like a reminder of what he couldn’t have every time.

But he was a big boy, so he took in a deep breath before looking back at you and giving you his trademark boxy smile. 

“It went okay, nothing went wrong which is always a good thing. Wheein was nice and very pleasant to work with, good at her job. The script was just as bad as I originally thought.” Snorting at the memory, he takes a mouthful of food and chews thoughtfully as he takes in the new flavours.

“Let me guess...full of lots of over-the-top horse innuendos and dirty talk?” Chuckling to yourself, you take a drink of cold water before tilting to your head to look him over carefully. Taehyung pauses, unsure of himself for a second before quirking his brow at you.

“Yeah, something like that. I shouldn’t be complaining really...no one watches what I make for the dialogue.” He’s very aware that there’s a slight pout to his lips as he looks back down at his plate, missing the way your expression changes to one of sympathy and protectiveness.

“Well...true I guess, but you’re a great actor outside of that. And I’m not just saying that to you because you’re my best friend TaeTae. You’re genuinely good.” Now he does look at you, taking in the way you look at him with concern and he feels a flare of guilt rise in his stomach. Taehyung would never let you know that the only reason he’d started to work in the pornography industry during college was so that he could satiate his desires without dating multiple women or accidentally creating a herd.

The fact that he was still doing it, seven years after beginning, was because he still held out hope. He knew that he could’ve been something better, entered the world of television or film acting, maybe even theatre. But it would have meant having to flaunt an unending trail of women in front of you.

At least he had a valid and acceptable reason for fucking so many women as a pornstar. The fact that he had no emotional connection to the women who worked alongside him now was a bonus, allowing you to see that he was more than capable of leaving his work in the studio.

Giving you a tight smile, Taehyung nods his head in appreciation. “Thanks, chirp. I appreciate it. And I know, but I think it’s too late now. Too old, you know?” 

“Pfft, no way. There are loads of actors who didn’t start their careers until they were older! And no offence, but you’re a guy so you’ve got the kind of lifespan that most women aren’t allowed. You’re only twenty-nine!” The outraged response from you is almost immediate, the piece of injera almost flying out of your hand at your reaction.

Thankfully, you’d just eaten the vegetable wat that you’d scooped up already so there wasn’t any risk of the floor or wall being decorated with Ethiopian stew. That would just be a waste of some good food in Taehyung’s opinion.

But that was irrelevant. 

What was relevant was your vehement defence of Taehyung and his talents. The two of you had had this conversation many times over the years and yet it never failed to make him smile. You were adamant he could do better and he knew that he could too. But he didn’t want to. Despite how good his acting was, he had no real interest in actually taking it up as a career outside of porn.

He didn’t care for the lifestyle or travelling or fame. Porn worked well for him at the moment. It satisfied his instincts, it paid well enough and he had a manager that ensured Taehyung only received the best directors, co-stars and films.

What Taehyung would love to do, was to work in fashion design. He loved putting together interesting and unique looks while also thinking up ideas for clothes. His best friend, Jimin, had started a clothing brand of his own a few years ago thanks to the money his parents had loaned him. It was doing pretty well so far and Jimin was constantly sad that Taehyung wouldn’t join him.

The older man, he was only two months older but that meant everything to Park Jimin, had tried everything he could think of to lure his best friend into his company. From offering a creative director role to his sub-brand that would operate almost independently from the parent brand, Calico. And Taehyung had promised him that he’d accept one day.

He would as well. Just not yet. It wasn’t time yet. 

“Thanks. Anyway, how was your day? Didn’t you say you had some exams this morning or something?” His segue into another conversation works like a charm and you happily begin to complain about the exams that you’d given your freshman students today. It still boggled his mind that you’d willingly insert yourself into college life again, even if it was in a teaching role but you seemed to thrive in the social aspect of it all.

The two of you continue to talk until there’s no food left, every single piece happily was eaten. Admittedly, most of it was eaten by Taehyung as he had a far larger appetite than you did. It was even bigger today given the workout he’d done during his work hours but you’d been content to hand over what you didn’t want to eat anymore.

Or rather, you’d been content to feed him what you didn’t want. Something he’d had to get used to very early on in his friendship with you was that you retained the instinct to feed those you were close to. That’s what you’d told him anyway, though if he was to be entirely honest he hadn’t seen you feed anyone else before.

Then again, none of the friends you both shared in common was the kind of people who would accept being fed, no matter how much they liked you.

It’s a few hours later that you’re both ready to go to bed; eyes sleepy and movements slow after watching three episodes of The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina while curled up beneath the couch blanket as you both digest your food. Taehyung could have happily fallen asleep where he was, the warmth of you not close enough for him to feel but your scent strong enough to lull him into a peaceful slumber.

“I’m going to bed.” You say loudly, causing him to jerk awake quickly as you push the blanket off your body and stand up. It’s not as quick as you’d normally be but the stretch you give combined with the extraordinarily big yawn lets him know you’re pretty tired.

Not a surprise. It was after 11 pm now and you’d been up since 5:30 am to make sure you had everything set for your classes. A slight wobble as you lose your balance causes him to jump up, resting a hand on the small of your back gently to provide careful assistance while he reaches for the remote with his other to turn off the television.

“Careful, you’re gonna hurt yourself.” Taehyung chuckles, kicking away the blanket which had also become tangled around your feet. A quiet hum from you lets him know that you’re more tired than he’d initially thought.

Not saying anything more, he runs his free hand through the pale blonde strands of his hair as he directs you towards your bedroom. The door is closed to the outside world, unlike his, but the interior is familiar to him once you open it up.

One of the habits you had that came from your lovebird side was that you liked to nest. Which meant your bedroom had everything you loved arranged exactly how you wanted it. Your bed was a canopy style, completely cocooned away from the world except for the entrance. He’d been in once or twice to wake you up when you’d been late for something and he would admit to being fascinated by just how dark and...comfy it all looked.

Soft sheets, multiple fluffy pillows and more covered the top of your bed. He’d love to see what it was like to sleep in it one night because it looked like it could easily be one of the comfiest nights of sleep he’s ever had. A bonus would be if you slept next to him.

One of the more fortunate, or unfortunate depending on how you looked at it, aspects of his heritage was that Taehyung could sleep anywhere. He’d even been known to sleep standing up, which meant that he wasn’t that bothered about what his sleeping space looked like.

Taehyung knew it was something of an honour for him to be even allowed in your bedroom, to be honest, given how protective and territorial you got over your own space. It had been amusing for him to realise this at first, particularly given he wasn’t particularly bothered when it came to his own physical space but upon realising you wouldn’t let anyone else in, he’d used it as a badge of pride.

To himself, of course. No one else would care or even be surprised that your best friend and roommate was the only person allowed in.

Shaking his head, he wishes you goodnight before closing your door quietly and heading to the bathroom for his nightly ritual. The downside to being a porn actor was that he had to follow a proper skincare routine to make sure his skin looked the best. Because obviously, people were paying attention to his beautiful face instead of his massive dick.

Not.

Still, it helped to book more shoots. He had a ‘statuesque’ face that appealed to women or something. So he went along with it and had, admittedly, fantastic skin as a result.

The last thought before he finally fell asleep was that he was pretty sure the oversized black sweatpants you’d been wearing were his.

-

Taehyung doesn’t get to see a whole lot of you in the next few weeks. He’d ended up having to travel for a shoot that lasted a week and by the time he got back, you were on a much-needed vacation with your friends. As such, he was getting a little grumpy at the lack of interaction with you.

Which was entirely the reason that he’d almost jumped on top of you when you’d finally walked through the apartment door; three long weeks after seeing you last. You’d let him know that you’d be coming home today and he’d had to wait as patiently as he could on the couch, pouting at the fact you hadn’t accepted his offer of going to the airport to meet you.

But with everything in the apartment turned off, he’d used his superior hearing to the best of his abilities and had listened as hard as possible for your footsteps. After so many years, he knew exactly what you sounded like when you walked.

So when he finally heard that familiar beat, alongside the rolling of the wheels on your suitcase, he’d leapt up. There may even be a hole in the wall from how forcefully he’d yanked the door open, his excitement causing him to not pay attention to his strength for a moment before he’s giving you the biggest and brightest grin he possibly can.

“I missed youuuuuu!” Whining loudly, Taehyung wraps his arms around your waist and lifts. The squeal you let out soon dissolves into laughter when he spins you around, mentally marvelling once more at how light you were while his sense went haywire with you so close again. He could feel the softness of your hips as he lets you down, smell the soft peach of your shampoo along with the slight hint of sweat after so long travelling. 

It was perfect, and something deep within him relaxed.

You were home. You were safe.

“I missed you too, Tae! Can I please actually come in?” Your laughter is sweet, infectious as always and he stands to the side to let you enter the apartment. Without even asking, he gently takes the handle of your suitcase from you and lifts it with no complaints, heading over to your bedroom.

Given he’s not facing you anymore, he doesn’t see the way you practically swoon at the sight of him using his strength so casually. Or the way you almost drool at his broad shoulders in the plain white shirt he’d thrown on today, the muscles working in a way that made your hands twitch.

“Did you have a good time? Please tell me that Yeji doesn’t have some embarrassing story again this year,” While your yearly vacations with your friends were mostly for sunbathing and catching up, he knew that you all enjoyed re-enacting some college years and that copious amounts of alcohol were drunk. “And I’m not saying about you, I mean just embarrassing full stop. I’m still feeling secondary embarrassment over two years ago.”

“A story which will forever remain buried, thank you very much. But no, we were good this year. Or rather, we weren’t good but I think we’re starting to get a little too old to be drinking so heavily, you know? We can’t recuperate the same way and I get hangovers way too easily. I do not have the physiology to cope with their drinking levels!” There’s a slight whine to your voice, making him smile in amusement as he moves over to lean against the doorway of your room.

While he was fully welcome into your space, he knew that you liked it to be your own. Especially when you’d been away for a while.

“Well, I mean...you are a lovebird. I don’t think there are many alcohol-tolerant birds out there.” That gets him a subtle glare, your pretty lips puckered into a pout. It’s an innocent action, something that shouldn’t bother him in the slightest, and yet his heart stutters and his stomach twists on itself.

What he wouldn’t give to kiss you.

Shaking his head, he tries to force the thoughts out of his mind. Honestly, he was perfectly fine when he was away from you. But when you were around, it was like you were all he could think about. Still, it was hard not to when you looked at him so fondly.

“True. There’s no need to point that out though. Salt in the wound much? Anyway, it was fun. They kept trying to get me to swim in the sea but like...no thank you. Water is for drinking and washing, not for swimming around in.” You’re crouched down, unzipping your suitcase and pulling out the dirty clothes before separating them into the individual bins you have.

Unlike Taehyung, who simply separated his clothes when it came time to wash them, you were very tidy and had bought fancy clothes hamper with three sections. This was probably why Taehyung would accidentally end up with a shrunken shirt or pink underwear from time to time. You paid far more attention to that stuff.

“Swimming is fun though.” Is all he responds with, standing back when you carry the laundry hampers past him. Putting the colours into the washing machine, he watches quietly as you add everything before turning it on. It was fascinating how you’d only been home for less than ten minutes and yet you were already cleaning things up.

Not that he’d made the apartment untidy or anything. It’s just you had a different idea of what was clean to him.

“Okay but, you can say that because you’ve got those shoulders to cut through the water. Not to mention you’re strong anyway. Not so fun for the rest of us. And I don’t mind swimming in a pool. Where I can see the bottom and the size is posted. The ocean though? That’s huge. No thanks.” Smirking, he flops down onto the couch and sighs happily when you push him up before sitting down yourself, letting him rest his head on your thighs.

There was no convincing you though and Tae gave up on the argument pretty quickly, not that he was trying too hard. One thing he’d learnt long ago was that you were perhaps the most stubborn person he’d ever known. It was an endearing trait, most of the time.

“Did you audition for that role?” Your question is innocent, soft fingers trailing through his hair that would have him purring if he was a cat hybrid. Instead, it was just making him get the urge to groom you in turn, his fingers twitching with the need. Ignoring it, he forced himself to just enjoy the touch.

“Yeah. Not sure if I’ve got it though. I got the feeling they weren’t looking for someone like me in the role.” It wasn’t surprising really and he wasn’t offended by the producers of the film he’d gone for. Even porn wanted specific people for specific roles sometimes; it would be silly to think he could get every role he went for.

Not to mention exhausting.

“Well, they’re missing out then,” You say, scratching his scalp until he hums in delight. “Anyone who doesn’t want you is missing out.”

Your words make his heart jump, his breath stuttering as he inhales and wonders if there’s a double meaning to that. But you’re too busy watching the show that you’ve started on Netflix to notice Taehyung’s existential dilemma. Part of him is glad, but there’s another part that wishes he was brave enough to bring it up.

He chooses not to engage with it though, instead just sighing and letting himself relax into the cushions of the couch. It’s nice to be surrounded by your scent once more and to feel your warmth.

“I appreciate that, Chirp. But I’m not letting it get me down. Sometimes they just can’t handle all this.” Gesturing half-heartedly to his body, he’s pleased to hear you laugh at his joke. The sound is sweet, even if the two of you lapse into a comfortable silence after that. 

You’re too busy watching your show while he’s half dozing off, eyes closed and breath getting deeper as he starts to drift away. It’s comfortable on the couch, with the temperature just right and his body perfectly relaxed. Which means it’s unsurprising that he falls asleep pretty quickly, completely unaware of anything that’s happening around him as he sleeps.

-

Taehyung is more than a little disoriented when he finally awakens; the room dark and silent with the lights and television switched off. Frowning, he blinks rapidly before rubbing at his eyes with a hand while sitting up. Stretching his arms out above his head, the groan he lets out is one of relief as stiff muscles relax and a few bones crack.

Reaching out to the coffee table blindly, he grabs his phone and winces when the bright light almost blinds him. Unfortunately, he hadn’t been hugely blessed with the better night sight horses had. Well, he could see better than humans but nothing amazing. Didn’t make it any better when he was subjected to bright light suddenly though.

“Ah, fuck.” He curses, squinting until he can finally focus on the screen. It’s not too late, but it’s a good two hours or so since you’d finally gotten home. Frowning, he just sits there for a moment as his mind finally catches up with the fact he is awake.

Yawning loudly, he finally pulls himself up and decides he should probably go shower before collapsing into bed. Taehyung hadn’t even realised he was tired, but it could have been the comfort of knowing you were back and safe. It wasn’t like he was some over-protective asshole who needed to know your every movement - more that he just felt more content when he knew you were okay.

Walking to his room, he’s scratching at his exposed stomach lazily when he hears the sound of your voice. The door leading to your bedroom is firmly closed but there’s light at the gap on the bottom. His enhanced hearing means that he can easily hear everything you’re saying, which is nothing new.

Over the years though, he’s learnt to carefully block out anything you’re saying when you’re in your room. You deserved your privacy, even if he couldn’t help the fact that he could hear everything perfectly.

And that would have been exactly what he would have done right now. Just carried on through to his bedroom and continued with his plans. Only he can’t help but stop when he hears the familiar syllables of his name. Taehyung knows it’s wrong, but the way you said it is different than normal.

He can’t help but listen, expression curious and his head tilting without even realising it. Your conversation is one-sided but he pays careful attention, still in the middle of the hallway.

“-you know Taehyung, he’s always being attentive and sweet. It’s just his nature, he’s like that with everyone. Yuna...it’s just Tae. He hugs everyone, you’re looking too much into it,” There’s a longer pause now, presumably your best friend talking extensively to you. “Come on, isn’t that what you always tell me? We haven’t seen each other in a while, it’s not surprising he got all touchy.”

Taehyung frowns, lips twisting as he begins to understand a little. Or at least, he thinks he does. If he’s right, Yuna thinks that he likes you. His cheeks heat up as he realises how obvious he’d been with his feelings, even though you make a good argument against it. But you’re wrong and Yuna is very much right.

He does like you, and he’s not quite as touchy-feely with everyone else. Taehyung isn’t even sure how you got that opinion. The only other person he’s remotely as affectionate with is Jimin, and that’s only because he’s known the calico cat hybrid since they were babies. Tae’s mom had worked with Jimin’s mom for decades now, which meant they’d grown up with each other.

“Yuna,” Your whining now, voice going high pitched and your words getting longer. “I thought you were the one who was telling me that I need to get over Tae! And now you’re telling me he’s obviously into me? Make up your mind, woman! Do you want me to ignore my feelings for him or consider telling him? And no, you can’t backtrack in a week or so like you always do. This is serious. I’d be humiliating myself by telling him.”

It’s almost like the world has paused around Taehyung. For a second, he almost feels dizzy and has to rest a palm against the wall as he sways. Your feelings...for him? Did he hear that right? Was he twisting your words into what he hoped you were implying?

Before he can contemplate it anymore in his mind, you go on to say something that shatters the norm for Taehyung.

“It would be humiliating Yuna, you know that. You know what I am, we’ve talked about this. God, I can’t tell Taehyung I love him because then that’s it, I’ve sealed my fate and I won’t be able to get over him. It’s already hard just trying. Having him know? I can’t, not when he can’t give me what I want.” There’s a pain in your voice and his heart twists, stomach bubbling in a way that almost makes him want to vomit as his world changes.

You love him. You.  Love. Him.

“It’s not his fault Yuna, we’ve gone through this so many times. I have my instincts and he has his, I’m not going to get angry at something we can’t change. Please...can we just talk about something else? Something that’s not going to make me cry and spend all night thinking? We agreed that we’d try to get me over this, dammit.”

That’s the last thing Taehyung hears as he walks quickly back to his room, having decided that he’s heard far too much of a conversation he clearly shouldn’t have heard. Guilt roils in him, flooding his veins as he flops down onto his bed and stares at the white ceiling of his room. He feels dazed and confused, not sure what he’s meant to think about this sudden change in events.

Taehyung being in love with you was something he’d long ago accepted. But he’d also accepted that nothing would happen from it because of what you wanted in life. Finding out that you wanted him too was game-changing. It was also heartbreaking to know that the only reason you both weren’t together already was because of his instincts.

Suddenly, he sees his career in a whole new light. What was a coping mechanism for him to reduce his innate desires and allow him to give you all the best bits of himself, was probably pure pain for you. The knowledge that you loved him was both exciting and, surprisingly, horrifying.

He knew that love birds would only have one partner, and from what he’d read over the years it meant they only really truly loved one person. If you felt this strongly for Taehyung then did that mean he’d stolen any other choices from you? He’d been holding back to make sure you had a chance to be happy but had he just made it worse?

Swallowing thickly, Taehyung realises there are tears in his eyes as he wonders if he’s ruined everything. The logical part of his mind knows that it’s not his fault if you’ve fallen in love with him, just like it wasn’t your fault he’d fallen for you. But he certainly hadn’t done anything to truly push you away, to try and get you to find someone else to fall in love with and enjoy a happy life.

Had he been selfish? 

Rolling onto his stomach, he buries his head into his pillow and lets out a yell. It’s a good job your hearing is only on the level of a normal human because he was positive the extended noise he made would have brought you running otherwise. And he needed to think right now.

There’s probably a solid ten minutes of silence in his room as he lays there, unmoving while his mind races through all his options. If he admitted that he’d overheard you, then he would probably embarrass you. Taehyung would jump at the chance to finally date you, but he knew that you wouldn’t be able to cope with his career.

You were supportive of him now, but you weren’t in a romantic relationship with him. And he doubted you would be comfortable with the knowledge that he was coming home to kiss, cuddle and have sex with you after having done the same things with random women earlier in the day.

If he was honest with himself then Taehyung knew that he wouldn’t be happy with that too. Despite how he was raised, his mom had been one of many mares in the herd his father had kept over the years, he wanted to be the one for you. Which meant he wouldn’t be content to do things with other women that you only wanted to be done.

He wanted the traditional relationship that many horse hybrids would wrinkle their nose at.

So, he had to figure out how to navigate that.

Lifting himself, he grabs his phone and opens up Google. Taehyung didn’t know many horse hybrid’s who wanted to have a monogamous relationship, but he had met a few over the years. Racking his brain, he tries to remember what they had talked about when he’d queried how they could cope with only being with one partner for life.

Despite his interest in the topic, he’d been young at the time and had still very much enjoyed sleeping with as many women as he could. His feelings for you hadn’t quite become what they were today, so he hadn’t listened too intently. Taehyung regretted that now. Tapping his lips for a moment, he contemplates what to write before he begins to type his request into the search engine.

Horse hybrid hormone inhibitors.

-

It’s three weeks later when Taehyung finally feels comfortable and knowledgeable enough to make a move. He’d made an appointment with his doctor the very next day after overhearing your conversation. He specialised in hybrid care, in particular those for equine hybrids like Taehyung along with the rare donkey or zebra.

Which meant he wasn’t all that shocked at Taehyung’s unusual enquiry. He probably got the occasional query from an equine hybrid about how to be monogamous. It was rare but not unheard of after all. What had shocked him though, was the fact that it was Taehyung asking it.

Kim Taehyung, the infamous porn star who had built a living on his ability to fuck his way through multiple women on camera. Who had his damn fanbase based almost purely on his cock for god’s sake? It was embarrassing to think about, but he’d known what he was getting into when he’d signed the contract in the first place.

He wouldn’t lie and say he didn’t enjoy his job because he did. Taehyung hated that he did, but the sex with many women helped to alleviate all those deeply held instincts and urges within him. Still, now that he knew about you he had no intention of carrying on with his career. Not when he had a chance.

Which was why he’d admitted his feelings towards you to the doctor. Something he’d never thought he’d end up doing, but once everything was out in the open then his doctor was far more understanding of Taehyung’s request. Even encouraging of it. Taehyung was pretty sure that he found the whole story a little sweet and romantic.

Either way, they’d worked out a plan for him to make his life easier if you accepted him. Medications that he would need to take to reduce the overwhelming instincts that drive his hybrid nature and would allow him to engage in monogamy. The idea of that was unbelievably exciting and he’d begun to take his medication only days after the appointment.

After that, he’d gotten together with Jimin. Their weekly hangout usually occurred in a bar, a restaurant or sometimes just hanging around one of their apartments. His best friend had shrieked with delight when Taehyung had explained his predicament and what he was doing to go forward with.

Which had led him to finally asking Jimin if that job offer was still on the plate if everything went right. Taehyung wanted to finally pursue his dream of being a fashion designer and it was so tantalisingly close. He was on the verge of finally having the life he’d always wanted. Hopefully with you.

The first week of being on the medication, which reduced the high levels of testosterone he produced and helped to inhibit his base reactions, had been rough as hell. Taehyung had been on the verge of calling in sick for the first time to a shoot, his body struggling to cope with the change in his body. But he’d pushed through and two weeks later, here he was.

Nervous as fuck and waiting for you to finally come home. 

Everything all depended on if you’d accept his request to start a relationship. A serious, romantic relationship that was entirely monogamous. If you said yes, then he had a lawyer all set up to break his contract and a contract just waiting for him with Jimin.

Although really, he’d be quitting his job no matter what happened. He was tired of the porn scene, even if he’d met some wonderfully kind and talented people there. Taehyung had finally decided that he would be moving on with his life and accepting the job with Jimin.

It was up to you whether you wanted to be alongside him, and in what capacity.

The pizza he’d ordered for you both arrived at the same time you came home; a large box of vegetable pizza held in your hands and amusement in your pretty eyes. It makes him smile brightly to see you happy, knowing that you’re pleased he’d taken care of dinner tonight. Especially as it was from your favourite pizzeria; six different kinds of cheeses combined with peppers, onions, eggplant, tomatoes and spinach.

Your favourite kind of pizza, alongside a bottle of red wine that he’d already filled a glass with to let it breathe. The amusement soon turns to suspicion, your brow rising as you kick off your shoes and shrug off your coat.

“What’s all this about?” Gesturing at everything, you settle onto the couch next to him with your legs curled up beneath you. Taehyung bites his lip, sighing softly before reaching out and opening up the box. He doesn’t explain for a few minutes, just letting you both eat a slice of pizza while he watches his beer on the table.

He felt like a teenager, his stomach fizzing with a combination of excitement and nerves that almost makes him feel nauseous. Maybe he shouldn’t be eating right now, but he hasn’t been able to eat all day so far. There would be no use in making himself ill. It would be mortifying for him to throw up all over you.

By the time you’ve eaten two slices, Taehyung has only managed one. But he’s decided that he’s waited long enough. It’s time.

Taking in a deep breath, he lets it out slowly before clearing his throat. After so many years of being friends, he knows that he can talk to you about anything. There are many memories that he’d much rather forget that you’d seen of him, such as that awkward time when he’d had an upset stomach and hadn’t been able to get to the bathroom quick enough.

Not his finest moment and you’d gagged more than once but hey, it was all a bonding experience. Right? Or was that just his opinion on it? 

Still, Taehyung found himself pausing; his words sticking in his throat even as he mentally told himself to pull it together. You’d seen all his low points and his highpoints, he did not doubt that you would treat his question with the respect it deserves. But it was still a worry that you might turn him down.

Maybe you’d finally found someone else and wouldn’t want him anymore. The thought made his chest hurt, but he had to know. He had to get the answer to the question that had burned in his thoughts for years now. If you rejected him then he’d be hurt but he’d get over it, especially if it meant you found your happiness.

So why was it so hard to get the words out?

“Hey, are you okay?” Your shoulder bumps into his, pretty face dipping low to catch his eyes. He should have known that you would have realised there was something wrong, or that he wasn’t quite being himself. The way you look at him with such worry and concern makes his anxiety melt away, causing him to smile before he nods.

“I have something to ask you. I mean...you can say no. Please don’t worry about that, if you don’t want to then tell me no. I’ll accept it, I promise. You know I’d never try to force you, right?” He winces, realising that he’s messing this up already given the way your brow creases in confusion. “I mean, god I’m fucking this up. I’m sorry. I just...I have to be honest with you. I accidentally overheard your conversation the other month. I didn’t mean to, it was when you’d come home after your vacation and I’d fallen asleep so I was going back to my room and I overheard you.”

Taehyung is babbling, and he realises that when you gently press a finger to his lips. It would be nice to say that you didn’t look bothered, but there was fear on your face that made him feel sick.

“I believe you.”

Your words are so soft and he almost hums in delight as you run your fingers through his hair, grooming him without even realising. It makes him smile, both at your steadfast belief in him and how you always want to be touching and cleaning him in some way. His fingers itched with the desire to groom you in turn.

He restrained himself, fully aware that if he did then it’d just end up being one half an hour of you both trying to clean each other. The perils of two social hybrids who both have a culture and instinct for grooming. Not what he wanted right now.

The reassurance you give him, combined with the unwavering belief in your eyes, convinces him to just say it. To just get it out and lay his cards on the table. He was nervous, sure, but he’d been nervous many times in his life and he’d overcome all of those moments.

“I heard you say that you like me. In a romantic way. I was really surprised at hearing it, mainly because I didn’t think you’d ever looked at me that way before. Not when I’m the opposite of what you’d want in terms of a relationship. But I want you to know that hearing it made me the happiest I’ve been in a while. Because I like you too. And I have done for a while now. Years.” He says it all with a carefully neutral face, watching you carefully to see if he can gauge your reaction.

For a moment, your expression is a perfect picture in neutrality. The Switzerland of faces, giving nothing away and not letting him see anything that’s going on in your head. It’s frustrating for him when he’s probably feeling too much, but he doesn’t push. Just waits to see what you’ll say.

“What?”

Okay, so perhaps not the eloquent acceptance of his feelings that he’d expected. But it’s not an outright rejection. He can work with this, there’s potential here. 

Licking his lips, he takes a deep breath before carefully shifting until he’s facing you on the couch. Your eyes are so wide, shining in the light and making him think it looks like you hold the secrets of the universe deep within. He can’t help but smile at it, at how young and innocent you look.

Smile at the tentative hope he thinks he can spy.

“I like you, Chirp. Like, like you. Probably would use a stronger word if I wasn’t already afraid I’m scaring you away. I know that I’m not what you’d want in a partner, which is why I’ve never made a move over the years. But I’ve always hoped, which is why I never got a herd of my own,

“I love being around you, I love hearing you sing and laugh, I love talking to you, I love hearing you talk to others, I love how you’re so affectionate and always want to groom me along with chatting my ears off. I never said anything though, because most of all, I valued our friendship. And I knew that you wanted someone who could be your life-partner, something I wasn’t sure if I could be.” Taehyung pauses, twisting his lips before looking down at his hands.

“But then I heard you talking and I realised that there might be a possibility. A small one maybe, but I knew I had to at last try. Something I want you to know though is that everything I’m about to tell you that I’ve done has been done for myself because I finally realised that I have to move forward with my life. So, firstly, I talked to my doctor and I’ve started some medication that helps to inhibit my instincts when it comes to relationships and sex.” Pausing, he eyes you to gauge how you’re taking the news.

The head tilt you give is very birdlike, causing him to chuckle without even meaning to. He can’t help it though, not when you look so sweet right then with your bright hair and big eyes.

“I don’t have the urge to have sex with lots of women or make my herd anymore. We talked about it extensively and decided this would be my best course of action to allow me to have a healthy, monogamous relationship. Because of that, I’ve also quit my job and taken up the offer Jimin’s been giving me for years now.”

Despite the fact he’s mid-confession to you, the excitement in his stomach at that very moment is more to do with the fact he was going to finally have his dream career. That he was going to be doing a job which he’d been wanting to accept for years.

Understandably, his words cause you to suddenly gasp in delight before you’re clapping your hands eagerly. The excitement and happiness are purely for him finally taking proper control of his life, ridding himself of the pornography career that he’d enjoyed but hadn’t loved. Something you’d known for a while now.

“Oh my god? You’re going to work with Jimin?! You took the job! TaeTae, I’m so happy for you!” Even though he’d just admitted to you that he was near enough in love with you, your emotions were purely focused on the fact he’d taken the job. Feeling your approval and genuine joy at his life change, he can’t help but give you a wide, boxy grin even while the apples of his cheeks turn a soft rose.

“Thanks, I think Jimin was more excited than anyone to be honest. Pretty sure he’s already organising a design space for me in his building alongside an office. Makes me feel kind of bad for waiting so long to take him up on it but I feel like I’m finally at a place in my life that I’m truly ready for that career change.” That seems to remind you of what he’d told you earlier, about his medication.

Your elated expression slowly fades and he watches in trepidation as your brow creased, the mood dimming. Were you unhappy with his choice? Taking a deep breath, he holds it for a moment before letting it out slowly.

“I want you to know that there is no pressure on you. For anything. I’m going to continue taking this medication because I want to focus on my new career without having to worry about any urges taking over. The side benefit to it means that...well,” He pauses for a moment. “I can have a proper relationship. Or at least, the kind of relationship that you’d want. If you want that. With me.”

There’s complete silence in the room and Taehyung feels the sudden urge to grab another slice of pizza and start eating. Just for something to do with his hands and to distract himself.

He doesn’t push though, just lets you process what he’s told you. It was a lot, so he wasn’t even particularly expecting an answer tonight. If he were being honest, then he wouldn’t be surprised if you took yourself off to your room for the night. Or even went to one of your friends to talk it over with them.

But as usual, you surprise him. You may be small and dainty compared to him, light as a feather and full of cheer, but your personality has always been big and bold. Which is why you tackle the topic head-on.

“I didn’t mean for you to hear, you know that right?” Is your first question and Taehyung nods quickly, reaching out to encompass your much smaller hand with his own. There’s nothing too familiar about the gesture, just a squeeze of reassurance to let you know he understands and isn’t mad or anything.

“I know. It was entirely my fault. I should’ve carried on as soon as I heard that you were talking but I just heard my name and...well.” He trails off, giving an awkward smile that causes you to smile in return. The gentle pressure on his hand makes him realise that you’re now trying to assuage his fears that you were annoyed.

“Hey, it’s okay. You may not have too many physical features of your animal side but you’ve got plenty of their abilities. We both know that you can’t control the fact that you can hear much better, so I don’t blame you. Nor do I blame you for stopping to listen. Especially when you realised what I was talking about,” Now it’s your turn to look abashed, gaze skittering away from his and down to your still joined hands. “I’d have done the same thing if I heard you talking about me.”

Swallowing, Taehyung wonders how he’s meant to respond to that. He didn’t know what he’d say anyway as his stomach feels like it’s full of butterflies suddenly. Really big, horrible butterflies that are making him feel nauseous. 

“So yeah, I’m not angry or annoyed over that. Please don’t worry too much. If anything...I’m kind of glad. Because it means you’ve confronted this head-on and now we both know how we feel about each other. Which is that we like each other. A lot. In case it wasn’t clear, I like you too. Really like you. But I also thought it wouldn’t work because I know what I want and need from my partner in my life and I knew that your instincts clashed with that. Again, not your fault. You can’t deny nature and I tried to make sure that you never felt like I was.” There’s a hint of something in your voice but Taehyung can’t figure it out.

Pain? Embarrassment? Worry?

Whatever it is, he doesn’t get a chance to query it because you forge on. The sweet lovebird he’d known for years seems to be wavering between shyness at talking about your feelings and determination to have everything laid out.

He can understand the feeling.

“You know, I’ve fantasised about this for years, but now that it’s happening-”

“You don’t know how to communicate what you’re feeling and it’s all way more awkward and not nearly as romantic or sexy as you’d imagined?” Taehyung finishes for you, biting his lip as he grins broadly. You snort in amusement before nodding, playing with his fingers for a minute or so as you try to rationalise it all in your head.

“Did you go on whatever that medication is...for me? Like...because you wanted a relationship? With me? I know you’ve said it’s also because you wanted a career doing something you’ve always wanted but…” Trailing off, you can’t seem to look him in the eyes.

Carefully, he uses his free hand to lift your chin until he can see you. There’s a brief moment where you try to avoid his gaze before you give in, staring back just as deeply. Nerves, fear and hope are warring within him and he imagines that he can see it reflected in your own eyes.

“I’m not going to say no because overhearing your conversation was what spurred me to talk to my doctor. Finding out that you liked me back and that I might have a chance with you made me want to try to make sure you get the best of me. I knew that there are horse hybrids out there who have monogamous relationships and who are happy, but I didn’t think that would be a possibility for me. And given what I was doing for my career, I thought it was just better to carry on as I was,

“But then when I was talking to him about it all, I realised that it would help me in other aspects of my life too. Yes, I could finally offer you the kind of relationship that you want and that I want to have with you, but it would also let me leave behind the porn and start focusing on what I want to do. You know that I’ve never really been one of those stallions who wants a herd and the porn helped me to get rid of those urges without giving in to them properly. I looked into it for you, but I took it for me.” Licking his lips, Taehyung realises that he feels lighter.

Like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders and he realises it’s because of what he’d told you. He’d been convinced that he was doing this to have a chance with you in the way he’d always dreamed of, but it was startling to realise that it was having such a positive effect in the rest of his life. For once, he was no slave to his instincts and had full control over himself, his emotions and his desires.

Just the thought of never having to do another film filled him with joy and happiness.

“Good. I wouldn’t want you to have changed yourself for me. But given that you have...what does it mean? Tell me.” Those pretty eyes, so big and wide, watch him intently and he gives a small half-smile as he shrugs with one shoulder.

“I mean...it’s basically like an inhibitor I guess? Reduces the amount of testosterone I produce, makes me less reactive to the scent of mares in heat and all that. There’s a whole bunch of medical stuff that I don’t understand but I just know what the doctor told me. It’s safe, it’s been tested many times before, and if things don’t work out, then I can come off them and be back to my old self. It just means that I won’t have the desire to have a herd or to...well sleep with multiple women, you know? Let’s be monogamous, a one-woman man. Finally.” Chuckling to himself, he runs his fingers through his pale hair so it’s out of his eyes.

“So...we could be together? Like...in a relationship? Just me and you?” 

“Yeah. The doctor said that as long as I’m on the medication then I’ll be like any other human or hybrid who doesn’t have a poly instinct. Not that there’s anything wrong with that obviously, but it means we can be together. In the future, if you want to be in a relationship or something...then if we decide to have kids or to not have them, I can get gelded and that’ll get rid of the instincts permanently.” Now your eyes widen in horror, hand covering your mouth as you gasp loudly.

“Gelded? They’d castrate you?” There’s a glance down from his face to his groin from you and he can’t help but laugh at the thought. Even if it does make him want to cup his balls protectively.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay! It’s okay! It’s just a vasectomy. Because I’m a stallion, it’s called being gelded. After that, I’d be officially known as a gelding. No longer able to have babies and with no real instinct to make my herd anymore.” Thankfully you look relieved at that and he wants to tease you about being so worried about his testicles. But instead, he just feels happy that you don’t tease him in turn about talking about potential babies already.

That’s a good sign.

“Okay. Okay...so, let’s think about this logically. I mean, is that being too cold? You admit that you like me back and you’re on medication to allow us to be in a relationship and I’m saying we need to think logically?” Taehyung pauses you with a finger to your lips, a smile on his own before he carefully wraps his arms around your shoulders.

He makes sure to give you plenty of time to make sure that you can pull away if you want to if you’re not comfortable with this, but you don’t. Instead, you almost seem to relax into him and link your arms around his waist. You can probably feel his heart beating through his chest, the muscle working extra hard while he feels a little breathless.

It’s not the first time he’s held you, but it feels different this time. There’s something more intimate about it and he can’t help but take a deep breath in, enjoying your scent.

“It’s fine. I’m kind of glad because I’ve made a complete mess of explaining myself here. So at least one of us can think more logically about it.”

“You didn’t do a terrible job. I mean...I’m certainly not going to vote for you or anything but it wasn’t bad. My question to you then...are we dating now?” And just like that, Taehyung’s breath is taken away. To the point, he almost chokes on his spit and ends up having a coughing fit.

Directly into your face, ruining any hint of romance.

Yep, he’d truly fucked this confession up. Taehyung was just lucky that you’d known him for so long that it just made your nose wrinkle as you wiped at your face with your shirt, grumbling lightly before pushing his shoulder.

“Gross.”

“Sorry! I wasn’t expecting that though! I mean, you just straight up asked. I was expecting like...more talking and exchanging feelings. More awkwardness.” Leaning away from him, you give him a very droll stare that makes him wince. Well, at least it was awkward now.

“Sorry for not living up to those weird expectations I guess? I just figure that we’ve spent long enough dancing around each other, right? I don’t want to waste any more time or have any more miscommunication so if it’s too abrupt for you then I’m still not sorry. I like you, Kim Taehyung. And given what you’ve told me, and what you’ve done for me, I want to finally have that relationship I’ve been wanting for so many years.” The authoritative tone in your voice is more attractive than he’d expected, causing his brow to rise. 

Feisty.

“Okay. Yes. Yes, we’re dating. Together. We’re together. Boyfriend and girlfriend. I need to shut up.” Clamming up, he forces his mouth to shut and for his muscles to remain still. In reality, he wants to jump for joy and scream out that this was happening. Even if part of him is embarrassed that he’s incapable of talking now.

It’s all worth it though when you give him a huge smile, so big and bright and full of happiness.

“You’re cute, you know that?” Now he’s blushing; cheeks high and a delightful rose as he tries to contain his smile. He’s supposed to be cool, the epitome of an educated man who is extremely experienced around women. And yet here he is, acting like a teenager getting his first girlfriend.

“Not what I normally get called.” You’re the one who looks a little shy at that, your eyes darting away from his as you bite at your lip. There’s a hint of nerves to you now and something else, something he can’t quite figure out. The way you wiggle slightly in place has him frowning in confusion, wondering what’s made you suddenly so quiet. This was the behaviour he’d been expecting from you, so it felt a relief to finally get it but also strange given how confident you’d been.

“What’s wrong? Where’s my bold girlfriend gone?” Gently poking your waist, he tries to ignore the thrill that rises inside him when he calls you that. It was going to take some time to get used to it.

Thankfully, it also manages to breakthrough whatever shell you’d suddenly formed around yourself. Grasping his hand with your own, you let out a soft whine as he continues to prod at you and he quickly intertwines his fingers with your own. For a moment, he’s too busy staring down at your hand in amused awe to remember what he’d asked you.

“Your hand is tiny, you know that?”

“No, you just have huge hands. All of you is huge, just like all of me is small. The difference between a horse and a lovebird.” Now it’s your turn to push at his stomach, a small smile on your face. Taehyung grins at that, but he grins, even more, when he catches your eyes flicking down to his lap.

It all clicked into place in his head, from the way you got shy at him saying he’s not normally called cute to the way you call him huge. You’re not wrong; Taehyung is massive when compared to you. Denser bones add to it at all, allowing him to lift and move heavy weights with ease whereas you’d developed a lighter bone structure that was more reminiscent of birds.

Taehyung had never broken a bone before, whereas you had to be careful doing certain things. But the size difference between you both was made even more obvious when he thought about sex. He was bigger than most human and hybrid males down below, and he wondered if there was something wrong with him that the knowledge you knew that turned him on.

Not that you’d ever seen him naked or anything, but you weren’t stupid. He was infamous in the porn industry for a reason.

Which suddenly made him consider something, his head tilting slightly as he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Have you ever watched my stuff? Like my films or anything? I know for a fact that some of them are on those free porn sites.” Biting his lip, he watches closely for any positive sign. One of the benefits of being a horse hybrid was that he was highly attuned to microexpressions in others.

Originally meant to watch out for danger and keep himself safe, it was more useful for getting an idea of where a conversation was going. It also made Taehyung feel very stupid that he’d never noticed you were in love with him before.

He doesn’t need to have any extra abilities to read your face right now though, not with how you look almost like you wish the floor would swallow you whole. You can’t even meet his eyes and it delights him.

“You have!” 

“No! I wouldn’t do that, you’re my best friend. That’d be weird.” Taehyung can sense the distress in your voice and he forces himself to tone down. He had no issues with the idea of you watching his stuff; if anything it was a turn on. But this relationship was so new that it had barely been born and he didn’t want to push your boundaries just yet. 

Still, he felt like he had a right to know.

“Hey, listen to me, it wouldn’t bother me if you did. I actually would find it a turn on to know you’ve watched me. I hope you weren’t upset though, I only did all of that to satisfy my instincts so that I could enjoy my time with you. But I made those films and videos for people to enjoy. If you got off to some of them that I’d consider it a job well done. Don’t feel embarrassed if you did.” Using his free hand, he lets his fingers trail along your cheek. It’s warm beneath his touch, the blood rushing in response to your tumultuous emotions and he reassuringly runs his thumb across it.

“You’re...you’re not bothered by the idea of that?” 

Taehyung chuckles at your disbelief and shrugs genially, making sure to portray an aura of calm and serenity. The only thing that bothered him about the idea of you watching his videos was that he was already sporting a semi at the very thought of his supposed ‘innocent’ best friend watching him railing some mare.

Which should be a terrible thought, but it just meant that he was all the more experienced for you. There would be no doubt in his mind that he could show you a world of pleasure that you’d never even imagined; as pompous and egotistic as that sounded.

Sex was his area of expertise though.

“I mean...I knew it was a risk when I started. I make porn. Porn is available freely on the internet and I fully expected some of my friends to be at least a little curious. Plus, there’s the whole ‘horse hybrid’ thing going on. I don’t tend to get embarrassed easily around sex. If anything, it’s kinda exciting knowing that you’ve seen some.” You’re giving him a look of pure confusion and he can’t help but laugh heartily. 

Oh, he loves you. He loves how befuddled you are at his refusal to adhere to your expectations. Given how reserved you were normally about sex and relationships, it was delightful to shatter your illusions surrounding him and make your perusal of his work sound like a benefit rather than something to be ashamed of.

“So...what did you think? You’ve never given me a rating before, so I’m curious.” Once more, your eyes dart away from his and he has to stifle a snort at how you suddenly find the wall so interesting. The artwork on there was nice, he’d picked it out himself, but it wasn’t that nice.

He doesn’t push though. What he wants is for this relationship to start on trust and honesty. So if you want to trust him enough to be honest about your opinion then he’d accept that. If it was still too early for you; he’d accept that too.

“It was good. I mean, I haven’t watched much. It was years ago and only a few minutes before I felt weird. Like I was spying on you. That’s it though! I swear I haven’t seen anything else. It felt like I was...perving on you or something.” Grasping at his hands desperately, you give him such big eyes that try to get across your honesty.

It makes his lips quirk in amusement and he links your fingers together once more, squeezing lightly. For a few moments, he considers how to respond to you before deciding to just go for it. Which means he slowly leans forward to you, eyes flicking down to your lips and giving you plenty of chances to pull away and leave.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s a little bit of a relief, knowing you’ve seen at least something. But most importantly...can I kiss you?” Taehyung swears you deflate, your entire body seeming to relax with a deep breath you let out.

He’d be worried if it wasn’t for the huge grin that you have painted on your face now, the delight making your skin almost glow with health and happiness. It’s a beautiful look and he feels like he’s enraptured once more, falling in love with you all over again. At least now he has an outlet for these mushy feelings.

“Finally!” 

There’s only time for Taehyung’s eyes to widen in shock before you’re shaking your hands free of his own and grasping at his shirt. With a surprising amount of strength, you jerk him forwards and his lips crash against your own. That’s the only way to describe it, as it kinda hurts. His lips mashed against his teeth a little and his nose bumps against yours, causing him to whine.

You let him go almost immediately, looking intensely embarrassed as you rub at your mouth and nose. He does the same, making sure that there’s nothing wrong with his beloved nose while licking at his lips to soothe the dull ache. But then he can’t help but laugh, the sound bright and rumbling up from his chest as he contemplates what just happened.

Every time that he thought you would zig, you instead zagged. Over the years, he’d learnt to go with the flow with you in regards to this with his friendship but for some reason, he’d never quite realised that it would be much the same with a romantic relationship. You defied his expectations and made him feel like he was constantly on his toes.

He loved it, including when almost headbutted him with your first kiss.

“I am so sorry-” You start, your eyes wide and worry emanating from you. He shakes his head, trying to stifle his amusement before reaching out and cupping your face with a gentle touch.

“Okay, how about we try this again but...a little slower this time, yeah?” Keeping your face steady, he inches forward until he can feel your warm breath on his cheek. You’ve already closed your eyes in anticipation and he has to squash the desire to grin, instead fulfilling both of your wishes by pressing his lips against your own.

It’s a soft and gentle kiss at first, exploratory and uncertain. Neither of you knows how to kiss the other properly, or what the other likes, and so you both simply...take your time. Taehyung’s thumb strokes along with the softness of your cheek while your hands flatten against his chest, palms hot where they rest.

He’s kissed a lot of women in his life; some he’s proud of, some he’s not and some he doesn’t even care about. But this is the best kiss so far. Even as slow and unsure as it is, it’s still the best.

Because it’s you.

There’s more than a hint of inexperience in your kiss and it doesn’t surprise him. He knows that you’ve at least kissed a few people before, but you didn’t have a huge amount of experience in it. Instead, it’s just enough that he feels comfortable but not enough to have you take the lead.

So he does, instead. And given how bold you’d been earlier, he takes the initiative to be bold this time as well. 

With almost minimal strength required on his behalf, he slips his hands down to your hips and grips them tightly, lifting and depositing you onto his lap without breaking the kiss. He doesn’t even make a noise as he does so, your weight nothing to him.

His ancestors had been bred for heavy lifting and pulling, after all.

What he doesn’t anticipate though, is the way you moan into his mouth or how you wiggle slightly at his action. Pulling from you, one brow lifts as he looks you over inquisitively. His question is silent, but you understand it immediately. There’s nowhere for you to look now, not when you’re so close to him.

So you stare at his chin instead, carefully avoiding his eyes as your hands move to play with his soft hair. The blonde strands are almost golden instead of platinum in the soft light of the nearby lamp, just visible in his vision from where you stroke them.

“I forget how strong you are sometimes.” The words are muttered and he gets the impression that you’re hoping he doesn’t hear. And that he won’t query it further. But he does, of course, he does.

“Do you have a strength kink, Chirp?” 

“Wha-no! That’s, why would I-” Spluttering, you lean back a little and take a moment to shuffle until you’re more comfortable on his lap. Your legs are on either side of his now, comfortable in their almost kneeling position but most of your weight is on his legs. He takes the opportunity to wrap his arms around your waist and tug you closer, enjoying the warmth you give him.

“It’s cool if you do. I can fulfil that. Not yet though, if that’s okay. But I need you to know something right now. I don’t want us to have sex right now. Not yet. Since being a teenager, I’ve been obsessed with sex. An unfortunate side effect of being a stallion. For the first time in my adult life...I don’t feel an insatiable need for it. And it’s kinda nice. I don’t want us to start our relationship with sex. I want us to explore each other and our relationship first and then introduce sex. I need to learn that sex is something intimate and between only us now. I’ve spent too long viewing it as work.” He tries to make sure that his words are carefully said and that he’s not rushing them, but now he’s the one a little nervous.

You’d been far bolder than he’d ever expected and now he was worried that you might expect sex from him immediately. It was an easy, even acceptable, assumption to make given what he was and his career. But he didn’t want that. As he’d said, he wanted to start this relationship with love and trust.

Lust could come later.

There’s no answer from you for a moment and he sighs, letting his hands awkwardly stroke at your sides in an attempt to give them something to do.

“I’m sorry if that’s not what you were expecting. Or not what you wanted. I’m a little surprised you’ve been so forward with me and-” A soft fingertip presses against his lips, causing him to quieten instantly.

Smiling softly, you lean forward and kiss him. It’s just as chaste as the one previously, only you’ve controlled yourself a little more compared to your first attempt. He takes solace in it though and now his body is the one deflating. There’s a silent acceptance in that kiss.

When you finally pull away from him, he finds himself chasing after you. It’s an odd sensation for him to do that without any intention of going further but he finds that he likes it. There’s no doubt that you can feel what’s going on in his pants; he can’t control everything after all but just because his body is saying yes doesn’t mean his mind is.

And you accept that. He can tell instantly, from the reassuring smile you give him and how you embrace him so warmly and carefully. 

“It’s okay, Tae. I’ll admit to being a little disappointed but I can understand your reasoning behind it. And I’m not going to force you to do something you don’t want to. I know you’d do the same for me. I guess it’s just going to make it better when we finally do get to it, right?” Teasing him, you stick your tongue out and poke at his cheek.

Almost immediately, his nose wrinkles and your laugh lightly. For a moment, the sounds are almost like chirping and he can see your lovebird origins so clearly. That was to say nothing of the fact that you were now subconsciously grooming his hair, fingertips running through the platinum strands and getting rid of any unfortunate kinks or knots.

“Thank you.” He whispers, letting his hands wrap around your waist until he’s hugging you. It takes minimal effort to have you plastered against him, head resting on his shoulder as he embraces you so tightly. You smell heavenly, and he wonders what he did to be given the chance to be with you after so many years.

“Can we go on a date though? I mean...like now?” Tilting his head back, he frowns before looking at the table and the pizza boxes.

“What? Where? We’ve already eaten?”

“Okay, but I’m kinda horny and you’re kinda horny and I think we both need to talk a walk and cool down. So...how about we have our first date? I’ve been waiting a while for this, Kim Taehyung.” Your smile is so big and bright, dazzling him and making his stomach flutter.

He doesn’t even realise he’s nodding until you practically launch yourself from his lap, rushing over to the door and chattering away. If he was being honest, he had no idea what you were talking about as you quickly pulled your shoes on and sorted out your bag.

Taehyung didn’t even care, because he’d done it. He had the girl he’d been in love with for years, who he’d been certain he had no chance with. You could regale him with a thousand and one tales and he’d listen to them all with a content smile because he was yours, and you were his.

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NSFW 18+ The Assistant— AU Levi Ackerman x Fem! Reader

Warning: 18+ Content. Smut, degrading, cursing, punishment, dom levi, sub reader, bondage, bdsm, some angst, toxic relationship, spanking, cheating, etc.

Words: 3, 673

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A/N: Me and my irl moot @idfkwtfgof came up with this idea so I decided to write it out. Enjoy this fifty shades of gray moment. I’ve been working on this for over a month 🙃 I’m sorry it took me forever.

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You take a deep breath as you approached the double doors in front of you. Your heart pounded against your rib cage. The silent hallways seemed to be echoing the thumps. Anyone in your position would be nervous too if they had to meet with the CEO of the Ackerman Industries. He was not one to enjoy much company nor request it. His gaze alone could intimidate the strongest of people and you are no different.

Fist resting on the wooden door in front of you, you hesitate, but close your eyes and knock anyway. You did not hear a response as you patiently wait. Instead, the door swings open to be met with the CEO himself, Levi Ackerman. Not a word was spoken, but he ushered you inside his huge office.

Scurrying, you slightly jump as you heard the huge door slam. You are in Levi’s office. Only businessmen and women are allowed in here. You feel not even worthy to be stepping on the same floor these successful people walk on. It could also be the fact that the office seemed spotless. For someone as busy as the CEO, he sure did know how to make a stack of papers seem neat in a stack.

“Sit.” Levi instructed as he strolled over to his desk chair and doing the said action. You looked around the room. Behind Levi is a wall of windows to overlook the city of New York. His desk his a beautiful dark brown that was so clean that you could see your reflection. Along with seeing your reflection, you can see —and feel— Levi starring at you. Meeting his silver orbs, you gulp.

“Do you know why I called you in here, Y/N?” Levi questioned, his tone remaining calm as always. Somehow, this intimidated you even more.

“No, sir, I don’t.” You admit. In all honesty, you are not sure why Levi called you into his office. He waited until almost everyone has gone home for the evening to set up this meeting. You have felt nauseous all day about it. Receiving an email from the CEO was enough to make anyone’s breath hitch, but to have a meeting — alone — with him is enough to make one soil themselves.

“I want to offer you a promotion,” Levi explained, his gaze hardening. “That is, if you want it?”

This is way better news than you expected. Levi has employees for a reason. He always calls the shots since it is his million dollar company, but why get his hands dirty when he can pay people to do it for him? Since no one is allowed in his office without special permission, this seemed a bit off.

“What does the job intel?”

“Well, my company is expanding even larger than anticipated this year. I need a personal assistant. Examining the work you have put in over the years, I decided you are cut out for the job. What do you say?”

You take a moment to contemplate his words. The offer is amazing and would definitely look great on your resume, but working so close to the CEO of the company is quite intimidating. Any bad habits you have developed better end swiftly or else it’s your job on the line. Levi is not afraid to terminate anyone not fit for the job.

“I’ll take it.” You smile, the words flowing out before you could even think any further.

“You start tomorrow. I expect you in my office 8am sharp. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You’re dismissed.”

Standing up, you straighten out your black pencil skirt and head your way towards the door. Levi’s eyes did not once leave your figure. The way you naturally sway your hips as you walk and the way the skirt hugged your hips just right. His eyes are enjoying the desires most men have yet when you turned to look over your shoulder, his eyes where focused on his paperwork.

You went home that night, excited to tell your significant other about your promotion. He did not even blink an eye in your direction. Instead, he is pissed that you are home later than normal.

“Babe—“

“Where the hell have you been?” He hissed.

“I-I was called into the CEO’s office. I got a promotion!” You stammered, nervous under your boyfriend’s glare. He always made you feel small and his anger tends to send you over the edge. This is one of those many times.

“Why would he have you in there this late? Do you think I’m really that fucking stupid?” He scoffed, shaking his head.

“Babe, I’m being serious. I would never lie to you.” You argued.

“And how do I know that?” He countered. “How am I certain that you aren’t cheating on me? Or even hurt? Are your damn thumbs broken, Y/N? Can’t keep me updated ‘bout what’s going on? I was worried sick about you.”

You let out a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry, babe. I’ll do better.”

Your boyfriend walked over to you, embracing your body into a tight hug. You had so much more to say, but to prevent any further escalation of an argument, you apologized and kept your mouth shut.

The next morning arrived. You woke up extra early to have time to do your hair and makeup, dressed in your nicest attire, and wear the most expensive of jewelry. Since you are going to be around the CEO for now on, you cannot show up to work appearing sluggish. You gave yourself one last look in the mirror, your boyfriend leaning against the doorframe.

“Dressed quite nicely, huh?” He spoke, meeting your eyes through the mirror. You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat.

“I have to be.”

He stayed silent for a moment, his orbs tracing your figure. He hated when you showed confidence. It killed him inside and knowing that other men saw your beauty as well made his blood boil. He just has to ruin it.

“For the circus? Your makeup looks awful and your hair is tremendous.” He scoffed.

You bit your bottom lip. Tears welled in your eyes, but you prevented them from falling. You refuse to let him ruin your confidence. You are a strong woman and his insecurities shouldn’t be placed upon you. It is not your baggage to carry.

You meet his eyes again through the mirror. You feel your confidence crumble beneath you, but you remain strong. Turning around, you brush past him as you stroll out of the bathroom. You ignored him calling your name and demanding you to return. All he could do is watch as you left without even saying goodbye.

You arrived to the business earlier than expected. You have checked your hair and makeup more than once in the car review mirror. You are not necessarily even wanting Levi’s approval, — though he is quite handsome — you just want to look presentable. He is your boss, after all. He is not afraid to fire anyone on the spot. You are no exception.

Inhaling a sharp breath, you knock on Levi’s office door. You hear his approval to come inside and welcome yourself inside. You were not even receive a glance as you closed the door behind you. Levi’s gray orbs never left his monitor screen. You gulp nervously as you proceed towards his desk.

“I stopped to get some coffee. I brought you a tea,” you lay his cup on his desk, “just how you like it.”

He nods, still typing away. This did not help your anxiety at all. Is he regretting his decision making you his assistant? Are you disturbing him? Is he contemplating firing you? Your stomach turned at the thought.

The sound of the printer disturbed your nuisance thoughts. Levi grabbed the piece of paper and placed it on top of a neat stack. He stands up, finally looking at you.

“I have a meeting to attend to in an hour. I need these documents assorted in alphabetical order before then.”

Your eyes fall to the tall stack of papers. You definitely need more than an hour to get through them all. By Levi’s facial expression, you knew he was serious. Levi always looked serious.

“Yes, sir,” you grab the stack and meet his a gaze again, “I’ll get it done swiftly.”

“Good. I’m counting on you. Sit over there.” He orders, glancing at the couches and coffee table in the middle of his office. Maybe it is just your nerves, but his workspace seems bigger than remembered. This did not help your anxiety.

You began getting to work. You thought you are doing well on time, but time seemed to have passed you by. Levi is now towering over you, his unsatisfied silver orbs glaring down at you. You hesitate, but force yourself to meet them.

“Thought you said you would have this done?” Levi recalls.

“I-I’m really sorry, s-sir.” You stammered, expecting the worse.

“Sorry doesn’t sort the papers, Y/N.” He scolds, his silver eyes only being shown through slits.

“I—“

“We will discuss this after my meeting. Until then, I want my office spotless.” Levi continues, cutting you off. He begins walking towards the door and pauses once he reaches for the handle. “Oh and Y/N?”

You look up, meeting the CEO’s annoyed orbs. “Yes, sir?”

“You’re on strike one.” Levi warns. You did not even have a chance to ask questions as his office door slams shut behind him, leaving you alone to sulk in your thoughts.

You tidied up Levi’s office like he requested of you. Every paper went into its appropriate home, cushions are straightened out, rug is vacuumed, and you are currently dusting. This man is a clean freak by nature so there was not much to do. Still, your nerves were pulsating. This is only day one and you are not on Levi’s good side. You are becoming worrisome as your job is now potentially on the line.

The door opening made you jump. You can feel Levi’s silver orbs on you as you dust his bookshelf. He did not disturb you, though, as he proceeded towards his desk and went to work like nothing happened. Curiosity is begging you to speak, but you remain silent and complete your task.

You gather the cleaning supplies and place them back into the small closet. Returning on the guest side of Levi’s desk, he does not even look up from his monitor.

“I’m finished cleaning, sir.”

Levi did not say anything. Instead, he stood up and went to the window. His fingers grazed along the exterior which collected dust on the tips. He studied it for a moment. Your heart stopped as your breath hitched. You did not mean to forget the windows, but they look so clean already. They truly do not need much more cleaning.

“Seems like you missed a spot.” He remarks, turning to face you.

“I-I’m so sorry, sir. I thought—“

“Your cleaning is lamentable. Back to dusting. Now.” He demands, cleaning the dust off of his fingers with his handkerchief.

“Yes, sir.” You reply, gathering the cleaning supplies once again. You sprayed the windows and clean every inch of them until lunch time. Levi was sure to inspect your work before releasing you to go get something to eat.

“You’re dismissed.” He finally speaks. You are quick to collect your belongings leave his office. You stroll the long hallway to the elevator. You are finally alone with your thoughts and honestly, they were overwhelming. This job is very nerve racking and it’s only your first day. You are not making the best of impressions on your boss.

Digging in your purse, you check your cellphone. You have several missed calls and texts from your significant other. A pit in your stomach began to drown your appetite. You know this is going to cause a major fight between you two. A fight you did not want to participate in.

Reluctantly, you call your boyfriend back. He picks up on the second ring.

“Where the fuck have you been?” He hissed, sending chills down your spine. The elevator doors open and you head towards the cafeteria.

“Working. I can’t be on my phone while I’m—“

“So work is more important than me?” He interrupts.

“What? No. That’s not it at all.” You argued, picking up a bag of chips and a drink from the dispensers before checking out.

“Then answer my damn calls, Y/N!”

“I can’t when I’m at work!” You exclaimed. You hand the cashier money before mouthing the words ‘thank you.’ She gave you a worried look, but you disregarded it. This is not the first time that have heard a heated conversation between you and your boyfriend.

You go find an empty table to eat by yourself. The bickering between your boyfriend did not end on a good note as the other line went dead. You slammed your phone back into your purse and forced yourself to eat your chips. You did not even want them. Your relationship is falling through the cracks, you are failing at your job, and you are on the verge of losing what is left of your sanity.

Time really slipped away while you fumed in anger because you are now late to returning to Levi’s office. Tears prickled in your eyes. This is not good at all. Levi is going to be furious. Even possibly firing you.

You raced to his office. You did not even take the elevator as it will take far too long to get to his office. You are panting by the time you arrive and sweat droplets formed at the top of your forehead. Your hands began to shake as your hand rested on the handle. You need to go in there, but your body did not want to move. Your boyfriend is already pissed. You did not want to deal with your furious boss.

Sighing, you forced yourself to go inside. “I am so sorry.” You blurt out as you enter inside. Levi is giving you a disapproving look.

“Take a seat, Y/N. We need to have a talk.”

Following your boss’ orders, you sit in the chair parallel to his. You begin to tremble as you expect the worse. Levi’s glare does not help you feel any less uneasy either. His silver orbs are staring deep into your soul and making you feel small.

“You know you’re on strike three.” Levi begins. You gulp.

“I know, sir. I’m very sorry. I’ll accept any punishment you have in mind for me.” You sigh, trying to remain brave. Levi can see right through it, though. His gaze hardens and he makes his way around to your side of the desk. He folds his arms but does not remove his gaze from you once.

“What punishment do you think you deserve?” Levi ask, hoping you have the same answer in mind as him.

“I-I’m not sure. I’ll take anything. It’s what I deserve.” You admit, a flustered feeling coming across you. Levi studied your features, clicking his tongue.

“Bend over the desk.”

“What?” You whispered, not sure if you heard your boss correctly. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. His intimidating glare pierced through you.

“Talking to that lame ass boyfriend of yours must have you goin deaf. I said bend over my desk.” Levi instructs, letting go of your chin once you catch his drift. You do as your told, bending over his desk. You are uncertain what he is planning to do, but the removal of your skirt gave you a pretty good idea. Your cheeks felt hot as your bare ass is now exposed to Levi’s viewing.

“Lace panties, huh? You planned on being put in this position later?” Levi chuckles, his digits playing with the strap of your thong. You bit your bottom lip, not knowing what to say. A hard smack to your bare ass caused you to release a moan.

“I asked you a question. It’s only polite to answer, brat.”

“Yes. It was for my boyfriend.” You confess in embarrassment for more reasons than one.

“Oh, I see. Your toxic little relationship is in need of fixing, but the only thing you have to offer is your pretty little pussy.” Levi analyzes, rubbing his hand on your ass before delivering another slap. You wince in pain, but you mentally screamed for more. You wanted Levi to continue spanking you.

“That’s not it, sir.” You mumbled. His hand landed down on your sore ass once more while the other hand finds refuge in your hair. He pulls it, tightly, bending your head back.

“What really gets me is this mouth of yours. I suggest you use it to tell the truth before I stuff it.” Levi growls lowly in your ear, letting go of your hair to return behind you.

Another slap was delivered. Little melodies of moans escaped your lips that you attempted to conceal. Levi did not comment on it as he proceed with the punishment. Your cunt dripped with your slick. It is begging to be touched, fucked, anything Levi desires really.

A few slaps and a very red ass later, Levi’s digits founder their way inside your soaked cunt. “Someone enjoyed themselves, hm?” He teased, curling his fingers in you. You shuffle a bit, enjoying the sensation he is giving you. The removal of his fingers made you whine in a needy tone.

“I did, Levi. Please fuck me.” You cry, wanting his cock already. He chuckled at your begging, his hand rubbing your red ass then hitting it again.

“On your knees. Now.” Levi demands. You happily oblige before him. He pats your head in approval. “Good girl. You do know how to listen.”

Levi begins unbuckling his black belt. You are practically foaming at the mouth as he slides the leather out of each loop. He sets it on the desk before proceeding to unbuckle his pants, releasing his hard cock for you to pleasure. Your eyes light up at the sight. The tip of his erection is at your lips, ready for you to move forward. Your tongue teases his sensitive head before you let each inch slide in-and-out of your saliva filled mouth.

“Yeah, like that, baby.” Levi praises as you deep throat his length. You choke some, but continue taking all of his cock. Your tongue spends time playing with the veins in his cock while his head relaxes in your throat.

“The cock hungry slut having a hard time deep throating all my cock?” Levi mocks as you pull it out to catch your breath. A string of saliva connected your lips and his cock together as your lust filled orbs met his.

“Not a chance.” You grin, placing his dick back in your mouth. Levi groans in delight as you repeat the same patterns as before. His cock twitches inside your mouth as pre-cum leaks from the tip and down your throat. You gladly swallow it as his cock becomes overwhelmed, releasing his semen onto your tongue. Not a drop was spilled as you milked his cock for all he had to offer.

Pulling away, Levi praises you again. “Such a good little slut you are. Time we give your pussy some attention, huh?”

“Yes, please, sir.” You beg, eagerly. He taps his desk.

“Bend over my desk.” He commands. Following orders, you bend over his desk like before. You arched your back so your ass and pussy is more accessible for Levi. He spreads your legs out more so your weeping cunt is fully exposed. The cold air sent chills down your spine. Levi is already hard again as he stares at your pussy.

Aligning himself, the tip of his cock enters your dripping hole, sliding in perfectly. You moan as he thrust a rough rhythm. His hips slap against your ass and his hands cling onto your hips. You tightly hang onto his desk as he pick up the pace. You sob out pleas for more.

“Better quiet down. Don’t want your coworkers hearing me fuck you like the whore you are now do we?”

You did not even care. You wanted Levi and you wanted him bad. Groans and profanities filled the room from you two as Levi hits all the right spots. You babble incoherent sentences as you start to climax again on Levi’s girth. Your walls clenched on his size and released when he re-enters himself. This does not stop Levi, though, as he chases after his own high.

“Already cumming again, slut?” Levi teases as he is slowly losing himself inside you. He hit your ass again while his dick twitches. “Ask permission next time.”

“I’m sorry, sir.” You cry out, not wanting him to stop. He pulls on your hair again, bending down to whisper in your ear.

“I’m going to fill you up so much that you have to hide it from your boyfriend.”

“Please Levi.” You beg, not even caring anymore. You wanted Levi. You have wanted him for a long time and the feeling is mutual on his end. That is why he hired you, after all.

Levi’s cock could not withstand the pressure anymore. Releasing into the depths of your cunt, he huffs profanities as every drop enters inside of you. You gladly take it as you breathe heavily. He finally pulls out, leaving you a cum filled mess. Giving your ass a gentle tap so you will get up.

“You are dismissed for the day.” Levi grumbled as he situated himself and you did the same. You straightened out your outfit and fixed your hair. You will fix your makeup in the restroom. You proceeded to exit your boss’ office when he called out to you. “Oh, and Y/N?”

“Yes?” You purred, looking over your shoulder.

“Let your boyfriend know you’re my slut now.”

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What Can I Do? (William One Shot)

WARNING: CONTAINS MINOR SPOILERS OF LOVE UNHOLYC. Please be advised reading if you have not completed at least one route past day 7. I based this off of one of William’s side stories called “A Smiling Master and a Heartbroken Butler”. It isn’t relevant enough to the side story to be a spoiler for it.

Fandom: Love Unholyc Character(s): William and MC (unnamed and gender neutral) NSFW: No Description: Slight AU where even after spending 7 days with Sol, Leo, and Hi, MC still chooses William to be their partner for their Coming of Age ceremony. However, due to William losing his adult body during the day, he distances himself from MC and refuses the second time to be their partner.

“Master?” William knocked on MC’s door 3 times before opening the door. They always scolded him for not knocking, so William was doing as he was ordered; knocking. However, he never nailed the timing on when he should enter. MC was lucky he knocked in the first place, he humored.

William wasn’t expected for the sight in front of him.

The room was empty. No master in sight. Not only were they no where to be found, but the room was mysteriously picked up. All of MC’s dirty clothes were in the hamper and their gaming desk was free of any and all debris or food. 

It wasn’t clean by any means, but it was suspiciously clean for his master.

William knew that MC was in their home 360 out of 365 days a year, but he felt panic swell in his chest. He was concerned for his master’s safety, but the thought of her with those humans made him feel even more insecure.

William’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out swiftly and almost dropped it. He cursed to himself before reading a message from his master.

MC: LIAM! MC: I’ll be home later. I have some things to do. MC: I know you haven’t been speaking to me much since you had to reverse time, but I understand.

William felt a tightness in his stomach at that. He didn’t know that MC noticed his distance, but even more so, he didn’t expect them to understand.

MC: Anyway, I picked everything up in my room. I ate before I left as well and I’ll eat before I get home, so don’t worry about making me anything. MC: I even braided my own hair today! You should be proud! (^-^) MC: Anyway, there’s no need to do anything today. Just take it easy, okay?~ MC: Oh, that’s an order from your master, by the way.

William stiffened. What was this? Why has his master done this? They’ve never done this before. William had so many questions that his head began to spin.

Then, he caught a glance of his reflection in the mirror. William clenched his fist at the sight in front of him.

The young boy in the mirror glowered back at William. He didn’t regret turning back time to save his master from Eater. He would do it a thousand more times. There was no price he wouldn’t pay for his master. He can’t help but wish that he paid any other price other than this one.

He was hundreds of years old, but during the day, he’s stuck in the body of his younger self. He also sacrificed half of his power when he turned back time. Due to his smaller stature, doing chores during the day was more difficult than ever. Keeping up with his master and a mansion in the state of his body was difficult work and often resulted in William cleaning well into the early hours of the morning. He would rest for a couple of hours before waking up to prepare MC’s breakfast. He complained out loud about how hard work has been, but he hadn’t expected his master to notice.

William looked around MC’s room. It was full of random items, all items he’d bought for them. He didn’t mind spoiling them. His master was unmatched as an Unholyc even if they didn’t realize it, managing to attract three partners on their first try for their Coming of Age ceremony. Out of all of the things they could be doing, his master plays games. He doesn’t think this is a bad thing. William’s brow furrowed at the memory of the humans. Leo, Sol, and Hi irritated him more than he could put into words.

William closed his eyes. He found the humans to be ungrateful and troublesome. He remembers how he came to be in charge of the 3 dogs.

-The day MC found their humans-

“Master, get up.” William pulled the comforter of the bed back to reveal a sleepy master, fighting him tooth and nail on getting out of bed.

“No!” MC fought, refusing to open their eyes. They rolled onto their side with a huff.

“You have to find a partner for your Coming of Age ceremony. Or, did you already forget? I swear, master. It’s like you intentionally stress me out.” William sighed. “Please, master. It’s time for breakfast and then the car will be ready for you.”

MC sniffled. Even though they weren’t facing William, he could tell they were frowning. “Why do I have to find a partner?” MC asks quietly. Their voice was laced with sleep and something else that William couldn’t place.

William did his best to hide the annoyance in his tone. “You have to in order to complete your ceremony. You have to have a ceremony to become a full fledged Unholyc. Do we need to have this lesson again?” William teased. He knew his master did not want to have that lesson again, but sometimes getting a rise out of them made them rise out of bed.

MC suddenly turned to face William. Their face was flushed and tears pricked the corners of their eyes. William’s eyes widened at them.

They looked angry at him.

“Why? Why do I need to go find a partner? Can’t Liam be my partner?” MC asked, brow furrowed.

Liam was completely taken aback by his master’s sudden boldness. He managed to open his mouth anyway.

“If my master commands it, I will be.”

MC’s face fell. “I see. Forget I said anything, then.” They got out of bed, refusing to meet William’s eye. “I’ll get ready. Please get out so I can change.”

William studied his master’s back before exiting, softly shutting the door behind him. He stood outside of their door for a few moments, gathering himself. He didn’t appreciate his master playing with his emotions like that. He didn’t want to hold out false hope of one day ending up with his master for eternity.

He didn’t want to be like that stupid butler of Shallotte’s, Pierce.

William sighed to himself. They probably only said that because they were too lazy to leave, and William was the easiest option for them since he lived with them already.

MC requested to eat in their room before they went to find their partner. William scolded them for eating meals in their room, however, it was just to mask how sore his chest felt. Truth be told, he didn’t want his master to find a partner. He wanted to be the only one to channel acme into them. He wanted to be their partner for her ceremony, and for their lives.

He wouldn’t admit this, however. He was fine being their butler forever, as long as he could remain by MC’s side.

No matter what, he just wants to be by their side. He won’t be selfish with his relationship with his master. He would only be selfish with being by their side. He told himself to never wish for more and kept the romantic feelings he had for his master buried as far as he could.

MC returned from their hunt for a partner with not only one, but three.

Not only three, but three humans.

William’s blood burned. Not only would be have to share his master, he would have to share them with three humans?

After they excused themselves to MC’s room, William quickly shut the door behind them. He couldn’t watch them channeling their acme into his master.

-

William’s gaze fell upon MC’s dresser. Before he had to reverse time, this had been where MC placed the gift he gave them on the day of their Coming of Age ceremony.

Even after spending 7 days with those humans, his master still chose him. After all of the hoops they jumped through for those humans, his master still chose him.

Liam sat on MC’s bed before curling himself up in her sheets. When he turned back time and realized what happened to his body, he couldn’t be their partner this time around. One of the humans would have to do it.

He couldn’t protect them like that anymore. He couldn’t provide for them in that way anymore.

Is that why they left today? Is that why they cleaned up after themselves? Were they preparing themselves for a life without William in it?

That must be why she chose the same three humans when he turned back time. They were choosing someone else they could spend eternity with.

-Coming of Age Ceremony-

Sol, Leo, and Hi held a gift out to MC. MC eyed all of them with surprise before tilting their head to the side. “For me?” They asked. All three of the men nodded.

“It’s your special day, my dear.” Leo piped up. “How could we not spoil you today? Especially with how cute you look!” Hi added. “After all you’ve done for us, it’s the least we could do for you, MC.” Sol finished.

William held a hand out in front of his master.

“You can only choose one gift today. Due to it being the day of your ceremony, you must choose the gift from whoever you want your partner to be for your ceremony. Choose one and make it quick.” William explained.

MC bit the inside of their cheek. They looked troubled. They were nervously fidgeting with their hands and shifting back and forth.

“Master.” William spoke up. “Just choose the one from whomever you like the best.”

“But-” MC started before stopping again. “How do I choose only one?”

“What does your heart say, master?” William asked them.

MC looked at William with tinted cheeks. “D- Did you get me a gift, Liam?”

William’s eyes widened along with the eyes of all three humans.

“I....” William trailed off. MC stared at them, urging him to continue. “....Did. I did get you a gift. However, it was a while back ago, since we’ve been waiting many years for this ceremony and all-”

“Please, can I have it?” MC cut him off. “I- I want you to be my partner. But only if you want to be my partner!” MC started fumbling over their words. “I didn’t want to order you to be my partner. I wanted you to want to be my partner.” They added softly. William barely picked up the last part. William began his ascent up the staircase.

“Excuse me for a moment.” He said over his shoulder.

William went to his room before grabbing the carefully wrapped gift. He’d gotten this for MC long ago and would re-wrap it every so often so that it still looked new. He didn’t think he would ever be giving this to them. He wasn’t going to hold back or allow MC to change their mind a second time.

William felt foolish. If he’d have just said yes to MC a week ago, he never would have had to deal with those humans. He never would have had to share his master with anyone. He wanted to make them happy over everything else, though. He didn’t know if they would be happy being his partner or if they were just scared to go find a new one.

Either way, he should have kept his mouth shut.

Descending back down the stairs, William gently took his master’s hand and led them away from the commotion and into the hallway. MC’s face was flushed and William couldn’t hold back his smile.

“Master,” William started, taking their hand in his. “In order for me to be your partner, we must first be under contract.” 

MC’s eyes widened. They must have just come to this realization. “Oh!” They exclaim. “Is it okay to do it this late into my ceremony?”

“Considering all of the steps you’ve messed up this week, breaking one more rule shouldn’t make a difference. You know the magic words, master.” William guided MC to a chaise in the hallway and knelt down in front of them. “Bind me with a contract.”

After MC recited the magic words, William felt his entire body flooding with acme. Even though he’s a few hundred years old, this feeling was new. Acme was coursing through his veins as he gazed upon his master. He’s always loved his master without question, but this feeling was different than anything he’s felt before.

Lust. Protective. Adoration. Fear. Yearning. Love.

He understood why those humans would sacrifice themselves for his master after knowing them a short time. The admiration he was feeling toward his master was almost unbearable.

William took MC’s hand in his before planting a kiss on the back of their hand. When his lips met their skin, he began to let his acme pour from him. 

“I, William, accept this contract to be MC’s partner.” He verbally signed his contract with his master before placing his lips back on their hand.

He was trying to hold back the best he could, but several years of pent up one-sided love was flowing out of him at an unstoppable speed. MC moaned, burying their face into their shoulder to muffle the sounds. William trailed his lips up MC’s arm, allowing his acme to pour into them with each kiss.

Wrist.

Forearm.

Bicep.

With one final kiss to the shoulder, William forces himself to pull back. His master’s face was flushed, mouth open as they were panting. William leaned up and placed his forehead onto MC’s.

“Liam.” They whined his name. It was music to his ears.

“Yes, master. I am here.”

-

“Liam?” MC gently shook William’s shoulder. He was sleep in their bed, glasses still on his face and hair disheveled. William’s eyes opened and fixed on the room around him. It was dark outside and he had grown into his adult body when he was napping.

“Master,” William called out to them softly. “What else can I do?”

MC’s eyebrows knitted together as they sat next to William on their bed. “What do you mean?”

William couldn’t help himself. He wrapped his arms around their waist and buried his face into their side.

“What else can I do so that you’ll want me to stay?” He asked them. He felt his chest swelling with each passing second, waiting for them to tell him to leave their room, waiting for them to yell at him in disgust.

However, to William’s surprise, MC smiled softly at him.

“Did you spend your entire day off in here?” They asked him softly, smoothing his hair down with their fingers. William’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment at the contact but he forced himself to look MC in the eye before nodding. When he snapped out of his daze, his eyes narrowed.

“Day off?” He questioned. He raised his eyebrows at them when he finally registered what they were saying.

“Yes, your day off. What did you think today was? I told you to relax!” They scold him playfully, poking him in the side with their finger.

“So, you were trying to give me a break?” William attempted to get clarification. He was just wallowing in self pity all day for potentially nothing.

MC sighed at him. “I know how hard it’s been adjusting to your body. You’ve looked after me for so long now, and I’m sorry I haven’t been looking after you as well.”

William felt a lump develop in his throat. He tried to swallow.

“You don’t have to do that, master.” William stated. “It’s my job to look after you.”

“True, but it’s my job as someone who loves you to notice when you’re struggling and take some of the burden off.” MC stated back. William’s eyes widened at his master, staring at them with a mix of wonder and admiration for a moment before composing himself.

“I know you’re holding back because of the circumstances, but I will always love you.” MC continued. “I’m going to work hard this week to try and help you get your body back. We will find a way. Then, I want Liam to be my partner again.”

William’s grip tightened on his master.

“I will always be master’s butler. So please, never stop needing me.” He mumbled into their side. “I love you, MC. Let me stay by your side.”

MC rubbed his back affectionately. “And master will always be Liam’s master.”

[rogue-durin-16]

THINGS NEVER GO AS PLANNED (Part V/VII)

"the perfect excuse"

Summary: After Fred's death, George and Y/n lean on each other to carry on. This wasn't the most brilliant idea, though; George was pretty much in love with the girl, and Y/n— well, she had been dating Fred prior to the Battle of Hogwarts.

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst mostly

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Suggested by: @crispykittywitch

Things never go as planned: @sarcasticallywitty15 @beautyschoo1dropout @s1ut4georgeweasley @sunshineandshadowss @missmulti @weasleywh0r3s @andreaareynoso @georgeweasley19 @dianarte

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa

Warnings: language, drinking, makeout getting spicy

A/N: idk what happened here, this was not planned I'm just horny ig??? Anyway have this part that was definitely not meant to unfold like this but hey, I'm not mad, so enjoy <3

Prologue: the aftermath

Part I: sleepless nights

Part II: candy floss

Part III: shock therapy

Part IV: wrong name

Part VI: the downfall

Part VII: apart

Epilogue: I still love you

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

I checked myself in the mirror one last time before heading to the kitchen. There was no actual need of dressing up nicely, since we both would be spending New Year's Eve at the flat, but since Ginny, Ron, Harry and Hermione were coming, we decided to clean up for our guests.

"Hmm, smells good." I leaned on the doorframe, observing George finishing cooking.

"These past five months' messes paid off." He joked, grabbing a kitchen rag to clean his hands. "Can you keep an eye on it while I go get read..." He trailed off automatically when his gaze landed on me. "Woah— okay." He cleared his throat, eyes slightly widened at my outfit, and I couldn't help but enjoy a bit too much his attention. "You look really good— is that the new blouse?"

"Yup." I replied, a coy smile dancing on my lips as I stepped to him and picked the kitchen rag myself. "C'mon, go clean up nice for our guests."

It only took him a couple of minutes, since he might have had his suit ready.

"Mind lending a hand with the tie, love?" He requested, stepping into the kitchen with his attention on the shirt's cuffs which he was buttoning up.

Damn, he looked so good; it wasn't even fair.

"Y/n?" He chuckled, finally looking up.

"Uh— yeah! Sure." I threw the rag over the counter and led my hands to the tie, taking my time to make the knot; maybe I wanted an excuse to have my hands on him.

We stayed in silence until I was finished; it wasn't an awkward silence, but it wasn't comfortable either— it was, in fact, stifling.

"There you go." I more like whispered instead of talking, sliding my hands down his chest briefly. His eyebrows were knitted, trying to decipher my demeanor; his hands caught one of mines before they fell limply on my sides, and for a second, I thought he was about to do something really stupid —something I had wanted to do for the last three months—, but then the bell rang and we stepped away from each other, going to receive Ron and Hermione as if that moment hadn't happened at all.

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GINNY'S P. O. V.

I took a sip of my brandy as we laughed at Ron's joke, my eyes drifting to Hermione and then to Y/n's lap, where Teddy rested, giggling and blabbering nonsense at George's hand movements and funny faces.

George had confided me quite ashamed that he fancied Y/n about two years ago, but I knew the looks he gave her were of something more than a little crush, if you may.

Had I not known Y/n, I would be worried she was projecting Fred onto the younger twin, but the girl knew better than that, so when we got to experience how their domestic life unfolded during New Year's Eve, I felt nothing but happiness at the way Y/n laughed at my brother's jokes, or how she stared at him in pure adoration as he played with Tonks's and Lupin's baby.

"You're getting him waaay too exited, mate." Harry chuckled, extending his arms for Y/n to hand him the toddler. "He needs to go to sleep."

Teddy, who we had put to sleep in Y/n's room shortly after dinner, had woken up right before the New Year came to us, and, since he refused to go back to sleep, Y/n took on the task of entertaining him. George joined as soon as he witnessed Teddy's hair going rainbow-like at Y/n's actions.

"Actually, I think we all need to go to sleep." I said, leaving the glass on the table.

"Boo, you're supposed to be the youngest!" Y/n whined, earning a laughter from the rest.

"Ginny's right, though." Ron stood up and all of us followed his lead. "It's really late and I don't want mum to see us drunk when she wakes up."

"Not a good impression to make on your future mother-in-law, oi, Granger?" George's tease made Hermione's cheeks flush, murmuring an 'idiot' before giving him a hug. "Take care, all of you." He added after he and Y/n had hugged everyone goodbye.

The five of us exited the flat and apparated in the Burrow's yard in silence until Harry asked, "are they together now?"

"We don't know." I confessed with a grimace.

"Well, together or not, they're definitely fucking."

"Ronald!" Hermione exclaimed, slapping her boyfriend's arm.

"I just said what everyone else's thinking." He defended himself, and none of us could deny it.

READER'S P. O. V.

We began to pick up the dirty plates, glasses and cutlery in order to take them to the sink and leave them there to wash them tomorrow.

"Oi, look what I found." George wiggled a firewhiskey bottle at me from the living room.

Without thinking twice, I grabbed the half empty ice cream tub I had just left over the counter, a couple of clean glasses, and I made my way to George.

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"—and that was only in our... Third- no- fourth! year?" He finished the story, joining me in the giggling; I didn't doubt the story was funny, but I was sure it seemed ten times funnier because of the alcohol. "Wait- where were you back then?" He knitted his brows in confusion.

"A year below you." I laughed.

He snorted. "Below me," he took a look at his empty glass before reaching for the bottle with a laugh "hell, I wish."

I couldn't help but laugh too. "Sure you do." I wouldn't have laughed if I were sober, but then again I highly doubted he would have said that if he were sober. "Y'know- you can have me below you anytime you want, Georgie." I replied between lazy giggles, leaning on him so he would pour more firewhiskey into my glass too.

A loud snort left George, triggering one of my own. "Sure, darling." He loosened his tie and tossed it to the floor. "Why's it so hot in here?"

"Mmm... Must be 'cause of you." I threw my head back to stare at the ceiling. "Or... maybe's just the alcohol." I groaned at the feeling of my head spinning, and sat upright again to chunk the now full glass in one go. "I'm hot too."

"Oh darling... You can't even imagine how much— I mean... Every day— but tonight you look partic... particular...ly? Dashing." George was leaning back against the armchair's feet, his eyes closed, his cheeks flushed and an amused smile dancing on his lips. "Why must you be so bloody perfect?" I found myself staring a bit too much at the ginger. "There's still a conscious part of my brain that knows I shouldn't be saying this shit." An idle chuckle left his chest and one of his eyes peeked open. "I'm gonna blame the alcohol, aight?"

Right, the alcohol —The perfect excuse.

I laid my glass on the floor and got up, stumbling towards him. "Oi, careful— you don't wanna trip and fall." He laughed, steadying me with his hands as I plopped down on my knees besides him. "We won't make it to St. Mungo—" With one hand on his shoulder and one on his cheek, I went for it, cutting him mid-sentece in the process.

It was one hell of a sloppy kiss, and I was so concentrated on doing it right that I didn't even hear the moan I sent into his mouth.

What the hell are you doing?, My mind screamed.

I attempted to pull away, but I felt George's hands on my sides, clutching my clothes in his fists to tug me flush against him. I took the cue and did my best to climb onto his lap and straddle his legs without losing balance.

What we were doing felt terribly wrong, and, the morning after, we would regret this little slip so much, but in that exact moment I could only think that his lips tasted like fire whiskey, strawberry and chocolate, and that the quiet moans slipping through them between the kisses were loud enough to quiet down everything in my head.

I stopped to take a breath, resting my forehead against his; our eyes locked, pupils blown out.

Heavy pants left our lungs, as if we had just run a marathon. It felt like the kiss had made a bomb go off, one that we had unconsciously been building up those past months.

It took an instant of looking at each other to know we thought the same; we wouldn't get this opportunity ever again, so at that point, we might as well carry on and pray for it not to be too bad in the morning.

This time it was George who smashed his lips against mines, teeth clashing and tongues going in each other's mouths. The situation was escalating quick; a tad too quick, I daresay.

He cursed and mumbled something about too many clothes, proceeding to pull his shirt over his head with my help, given that he could only do so much with that amount of alcohol in his sistem.

I could do even less, though. It was proven when I first attempted to get rid of my blouse.

I struggled to unbutton it, an awkward, dizzy silence falling among us before his hands travelled to mines "Wait... Lemme..." He frowned, finding that simple task as frustratingly difficult as I did. "Bloody..." A browned off grunt left his swollen lips.

"Tear it." I mumbled, letting my hands roam over his chest.

"You sure?"

I hummed, somehow impatient. "We'll fix it tomorrow." I captured his lips once more.

We'd fix it tomorrow.

I felt his hands fisting my shirt by the cleavage before giving it a firm tug, making my gasp; I wasn't expecting all the buttons to come off in one go, given his drunken state.

I didn't even have time to discard the piece of clothing before his lips attacked my neck, shutting my brain off instantly due to the sensation.

"You want this?" He whispered in my ear, his hands going up from my thighs to my back until they reached the clasp of my bra.

Not trusting my voice, I nodded vigorously, making the world shake around me so hard that I had to shut my eyes.

I felt a feather kiss on my shoulder and his fingers unfastening the bra; he was doing his best to be smooth, which wasn't a lot, but I could tell he was trying hard.

"You're so sweet." I blurted out as his fingertips ghosted over my skin while he removed the top from my body.

He tried to reply something, but articulating kept getting harder and harder as we went deeper into it, so he gave up on words and so did I; at least until his fingers slid between my legs and started to tease me through the fabric of my remaining clothes.

"Bed." I whimpered, unconsciously rocking my hips against George's hand whilst my own travelled to his crotch, feeling his erection and consequently earning a moan from him.

"D'you think we'll make it?" He inquired, already retreating his hand briefly so we could stand up.

Soon enough we were stumbling to my room, hands all over each other, bumping against the furniture and walls due to not being able to stand upright.

When we fell on the bed and tossed the rest of our clothes to the floor, it began to dawn on me how bad this was going to be.

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GEORGE'S P. O. V.

My head was pounding violently in my skull; that's most likely the reason why I woke up. It took a moment for the blurry memories of the previous night to flash into my mind.

"You feel... so good..."

"Fuck- George— faster, please..."

"Y/n— I'm-"

"No." I shoot up, not acknowledging that Y/n was still asleep by my side. "Fuck no. Nononono." I ignored the terrible headache caused by the hungover and, grabbing my clothes, I exited the room. "No fucking way." I kept mumbling to myself, stalking to my dorm to throw on some fresh clothes.

I sat on my bed, my hands running through my locks, bringing back the memories of Y/n's tugs on them in the process.

"What the fuck did I do." I almost choked on the sentence.