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thecynthh · 9 months ago

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end game - M.S

synopsis - through matt and y/n’s life both of them never thought they would be hooking up, but what happens when everyone finds out about them and it blows up in their face.

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notes - IM NOT HATING ON MADI I JUST NEEDED SOMEONE TO USE FOR STORY PURPOSES. (im her biggest fan dont cancel me)

(synopsis for a new series that i’m working on is featured)

this is for @annamcdonalds67 contest!! i saw the post and saw how many taylor swift songs were there and this was one of my favourite ones out there and i got insanely inspired. please share some love to anna as well bc she deserves it for organizing this !

warnings - smut->angst, small matt sub, riding, oral (fem receiving), childhood best friends to fwb to lovers, badboy!matt x goodgirl!reader

for lacysturniolo and her amazing work and dedication to her fans, i’ll look up to you, forever and always

matt barely made it through the door before his arms were strangling me in a death inducing kiss. in my whole 17, almost 18, years of life i never expected in my life did i think my childhood best friend would be the one crushing me with his lips. we’ve both dated around but through it all we ended up here.

“fuck, matt” the breathy name escapes from my mouth feeling him move down to my neck leaving stinging hickeys with his talented mouth. “god im glad your parents aren’t here, don’t think my good kid image would keep up if they heard you.”

“you’re so inappropriate matt” my eyes roll listening to him rub in how much my parents love matt. “come on, i don’t like the idea of you fucking me on any other surface than in my room especially in my parents house.”

“whatever you say princess,” the small smirk he’s always had since he was 12 still looms over me as i lead him towards the grand staircase. he followed very close behind me keeping his arms and mouth on my neck.

it doesn’t take long till he’s holding my arms above my head with his fingers intertwined with mine. “matt, fuck, please can you just fuck me now.”

“you don’t get to be impatient, you called.”

“and you came.”

“you are about to as well.” i wanted to wipe that smirk clean off his face if his body didn’t feel so right pressed up against mine.

we haven’t told anyone about us yet, not even nick or chris. we both knew it would only make things worse, and i was alright with keeping it a secret. i’ve spent enough of my closeted and innocent. I'm a teenager, teens are supposed to do this type of thing. teens may hook up but maybe not with their childhood best friends

his mouth trailed down from my neck, to my sternum, all the down to between my thighs before he yanked my legs down to come closer to the edge of the bed.

3RD PERSON POV

matt’s hands never seem to have left y/n's body, exploring every last inch of her body. her arms, legs and heart were his. matt spends no time wasted connecting his lips to her clothed heat, within seconds she’s shimming her pants and underwear off.

there was a small knock on the door with an awaiting friend, madi was there to meet up with y/n to pick up the homework she had missed that day. without an answer from the door, madi looks around the house through windows and cracks in the blinds.

only seeing a light shown through from the living room, she wanders off to the balcony and fire escape on the side of the house. it was only a flight of stairs and a half till madi was on par with the balcony, it was a short climb till she was onto the balcony. the only thing blocking madi and the couple was a transparent creme coloured cloth with embroidered rose accents.

y/n’s loud moans escaped flooding her bedroom, escaped through the window. the curtains sway giving madi an opening to see matt fully down on her friend and her enjoying it. madi’s mouth gapes open as ashe slides her phone out of her pocket.

the camera app opens quickly as she swipes to record.

the small blip of her phone pipes up as she capturns the full scene on camera, the summer sunset gave a yellow glow to the recording. matt rips off his shirt with one arm dipping right back to y/n’s core.

madi’s only thought was to share it to her best friend, nick. little did she know nick wasn’t the only one she sent it to, but her homework group. madi continued to record through the small slit of the window.

science 4 group

madi 🩷

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HOLY SHIT LOOK MATT AT Y/N’S HOUSE!!!!

Y/N’S POV

“matt, matt, matt” the release came to me in an instant. “come on baby girl, you did so well. you ready?” the sound of his belt come undone only made me hotter. before another word could be exchanged i grab his shoulder pulling him down to the bed rolling on top of him.

“i’ll ride you till your dick is limp and your begging me to stop.” matt’s reaction only made me feel even more aroused. “anything for you baby,” matt said copying my tone of voice.

stationing my legs on either side of his i bend down to kiss him, pressing my pebbled nipples onto his bare skin, slowly grinding down onto his raging hard on.

his whines only intensify the burning seer of his skin touching mine. my hand follows in suit with my hips feeling every last vein of his dick through his boxers. “a-ah!” matt whines due to me pressing my finger into his slit.

pushing his boxers down his dick springs out slapping against his happy trail. “please please please y/n please.”

“please what, pretty boy?” i mock feeling the surge of power flow through me.

“please fuck me,” he whimpered out. for such a bad boy exterior, he sure doesn’t act like it now.

without waiting another second for him to say something else i sink down onto his throbbing dick feeling him fill me up so well. “mhhm, matty you feel so good.”

“ugh, only for you b-baby.” matt’s barely keeping it together, while i bounce up and down on his cock. speeding up every second. i begin to grind onto his pelvis as i slam down onto him with his body slightly grazing my clit in the best way possible.

“matty, im a-about to c-cum. do it with me.” his hands sneak onto my love handles as i lean up against him again, he attaches his mouth to my nipple that was dangling in front of him. his hips snap up and down, pushing insanely deep inside me. “m-matt!” a loud pornographic moan comes out of my mouth feeling the knot in my stomach break, feeling a huge relief. he follows soon after letting out a guttural grunt.

i roll down beside him, both of our deep breaths fill the room. “fuck, oh my god.” i breathed out, heaving my chest. i turn to face him, putting my hand against his chest and my head onto the arm that was stretched out near me. my curtains move and sway with the blow of my fan as i see a shadow fall off of my window, it must've just been an animal.

“i don’t think i can walk,” i confess feeling him look over to me. my hand travels to feel his scruff that he’s been growing out the past few weeks, it’s never gotten that long but it’s still very apparent. “hmm, lemme take care of you okay? we can even get mcdonald’s, im fine driving out to the further one if you're scared of people to see us.” he combs his hand through my hair, tugging a little relieving some heat and pressure my head has collected.

he pushes himself up and goes to the bathroom, turning on the shower and coming back to retrieve me.

this whole day it felt like people were staring at me left and right, i haven’t even been in the building for more than 20 minutes and i’ve had three people quickly lose eye contact with me when they were the one staring first.

i haven’t matt yet but i was really hoping we would be able to meet up at our usual spot, im snapped out of my trances feeling someone's hand on my shoulder squeezing it a little. i jump a little whipping my head towards the rest of the hands body, thank goodness it’s just nick. “babes, we gotta talk.” he said in a monotone voice, “why what’s up?”

“just give me a second, stop moving.” i listen to him and stop in my tracks seeing nothing wrong with today but the staring. “okay now what happened last night,” nick said now holding me down with both hands.

“well if you must know, my parents are out of town, like you knew and i stayed home studying before going out for mcdonald’s.” the lie slipped out from my mouth with ease hoping to keep matt and my secret a secret for a little longer.

“okay then maybe it isnt that serious…” nick trailed off, his shoulders were very visibly tense, not letting off since he caught up to me. “what are you talking about? but come on lemme at least go to my locker.” he reluctantly let’s go knowing i’m stronger than him.

“y/n wait– just know i have no clue if its true or if it's even you.” he says following in suit with me. “nick, still no clue what you are talking about.” my locker lock clicks a few times before i'm able to get it open.

a large barrage of papers fall out of my locker all having the same image pasted on them. my mouth drops open as i turn my head to nick. he picks one up from the top of my locker, unfolding it and making a sour face to it. “what? what is it?”

he slowly hands it to me, folding it back up before i get ahold of it.

my heart dropped.

it was a grainy picture of me riding matt last night, his hands on my hips and my face looking at him with pure lust. it was taken through my window and luckily you couldn’t see much of matt’s face and next to none of mine. but people knew, everyone knew it was me.

picking up a few other copies, some of them have the words slut and whore written on them in large words. if they printed a picture it must’ve been everywhere online, i cannot stand being here another minute.

stuffing a couple copies into my bag i storm out of the building feeling tears stinging my eyes, y/n how could you let this happen? what’s going to happen when harvard finds out about this? there goes your life, your friends, your boyfriend and your future. quadruple kill.

i sit in my car and just drive, drive to the only place that’ll bring me any kind of peace at this time. it was only a 3 minute drive from the school to the large forest that surrounded the school. i parked my car on the slightly wet gravel, hearing the crunch of the rocks beneath the tires.

i walked and walked till the trees seemed to clear a bit, the grass was wet and squished under my shoes. brunette hair peaks from behind a tree, it was like the picture was being painted in front of me this whole time. matt came here too, he came to where we met the first time.

he stumbled into the forest after getting chased by a couple of guys once he tried to start a fight.

something brushed by the bushes alerting me, a boy in an oversized hoodie over his stained red white tee. jeans scuffed and a little dirty as he flops down on the grass in front of me. i can hear him panting as his chest rose and fell with deep breaths.

he tilts his head to finally see me, i still sit there frozen with my book in hand slowly reaching for my keys being cautious incase he tries to go for me next. “i see, you know. im not gonna hurt you. i would never hit a girl.” his words are slow and very unconvincing. “do you talk? he asked, glancing at me again. he finally sat up and came closer to me, my hand clutches the house keys even harder as he steps plop in front of me.

his body collides with the tree as he sits next to me, his sweet and salty cologne fills my senses, feeling it cloud my thoughts. he takes the book from my hands and closes it looking around at it.

“everything has changed by cynthia atlan, we crave love so much we would trade anything for it, including ourselves. caleb and cam grew up together, had their first kiss together but still haven’t thought about getting together. when highschool life takes a horrible turn the two become separated and distant, caleb doesn’t wanna let cam go but life takes turns and loops. how are they able to navigate hormones, relationships and life? sounds like a hoot.” his sarcastic voice says otherwise.

“this caleb guy doesn’t sound like he really deserved her huh…” he flips through the pages quickly glancing at a couple words per page.

“well, i guess i should go, but i’ll see you around here i hope.” his smile beamed brightly as he pushed himself up and looked back at me.

“hm, maybe” it comes out almost as a whisper. his face lights up as he takes my words as an accomplishment. “yeah, i’ll see you around here, tomorrow.”

he never gave me my book back before he left and i didn’t even realise it. i guess that’s one way to make me come back

“matt?” i get out between choked sobs. i didn’t even need to see his red eyes and face to tell he’s also been crying.

he peered over to where i was looking up and down before attempting to wipe away his tears and sadness. i didn’t think twice before joining him.

his brown hair is tousled by him running his hand through it many times and his tear stained eyes tell more than what he wished.

“y/n i-i’m so s-sorry.” his tears spilt once more making any effort of wiping them away futile. he wrapped his arms around something and hugged it tight. it was my book he stole from me when we first met. “i’m so so so fucking sorry i’m such an idiot.”

“matt, please it wasn’t your fault. but i am terrified, i don’t want to ever go back to school.” my voice cracks while trying to get through that sentence. matt doesn’t even utter another word before he tugs me into him, straddling him as he wraps his arms around me in a tight hug.

“i’m so sorry y/n, i didn’t wanna face anyone after i left. when i walked in everyone was applauding and people shook my hand, i had no clue why until chris and nick texted me about it.”

his pure sincerity makes me suffocate him a little more not wanting anyone else around but him. he puts a hand around my cheek guiding it to him to kiss, i get a good look of his equally dishevelled face.

“we are so fucked.” i giggle a little thinking about how much a shit show this will be when we get back.

“is this what they mean in everything has changed that high school life would take a bad turn? because i’m happy to go through it if it means we get our happy ending. you’re my end, end game.”

“yes matt, this is everything. we are the happy ending. we are end game” my quivering lips connect with his.

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 1 year ago

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Potential TW ::: Difficulty conceiving. & for my vomit-sensitive friends, here's a mildly changed version: PUKE FREE EDIT

A/N ::: I am so tired tonight that this was not super proofed. This was an ask that came via my messages. They wanted a story with the spicy and the sweet parts of Kats & F.reader tryin' for a baby. I hope it has all the elements you wanted and that you like it!

C/W ::: Aged up Kats x f.reader, several mentions of vomiting & other facial fluids being discharged (snot, tears, puke). Oral M->F Quite a bit of P->V. Lovey dovey stuff, sweet moments between 2 people who just want a freakin' baby. Ok? 😭

WC ::: 4,923 (Jesus christ, I'm so sorry. This totally got away from me and I don't even know how.)

"Hey babe, it's me." Katsuki said in his usual growly voice. "I guess you're still at work or somethin'. Anyway, I'll be home tomorrow night. Also, I'been holdin' back. So, be ready for me. I love you, call me if ya want."

Katsuki was out of town on a job. He's been gone for almost a week now, the longest you two have been apart since you got married, almost 2 years ago. You missed him, sure. But when he came home, stomping through the entryway, yelling for you, it was the best feeling to be wrapped up in his arms and smooshed into his chest.

The two of you have been leaving yourselves open to having a baby for about 4 months now. It hasn't been constant trying, but the longer it goes that you're not getting pregnant, the more you feel like you're needing to take this more seriously. You started reading up on the most productive positions to get the result you're looking for, studying what you can do before and after you do the deed. How to check your basal temperature. When doctor intervention becomes more than a discussion and an absolute necessity.

The phone beeps, alerting you to your missed call and voicemail. "What ... oh, damn it." You listen to the message Katsuki left you and couldn't help the soft pink blush that spread over your face and chest. No man had ever made you feel the way he has. You had been pretty reserved until he helped you tap into your inner slutty girl. It sounds bad, but you've not looked back once since he brought you out of your little sexual shell. And why should you? Every time you're with him you swear it's the best sex you've ever had. Point being, you got really lucky to have him love you and be able to love him.

Pushing #1 on speed dial, you hear the other line ringing and start praying to whatever gods would listen to you that he'd answer his phone.

"Hey brat. Y'ignorin' me now or some shit like that? The fuck ya think ya are?" You could hear him choke out a laugh. The background noise was almost louder than he was.

"You know it, you caught me. Trying to ignore you. What're you gonna do about it?" You giggled when you heard his breath hitch in his throat. Your voice got low and breathy, "You gonna punish me, hm? Good luck catching me, Kats."

The phone crackled a few times before you heard him, "Hey! Y'there? Babe!? Goddamn it, this shit ass fuc---" and then you heard nothing.

"K-Kats? Hello? Are you ... are you there? Oh." You tossed the phone on the couch and pouted. "Things were just about to get good, too." You whined to the cat. But you knew they didn't care. They were Kats' anyway. They merely tolerated you until they were hungry and then they were your biggest fan.

A chime rang out into the quiet room and you pounced on it. A text from Katsuki, "Sorry, shit reception here. I'll try to call you from the hotel later. XXX"

It was about 6pm. Too early for bed, too late to go anywhere. So you curled up on the couch and watched your wedding video. You laughed and cried about how stupid you felt for missing him so much. He's only been gone a week and he'll be home tomorrow. Less than 24 hours and you would be together again.

You woke up to the sun forcing its way through the edges of the window coverings. "He's coming home today! He ... is finally coming home today!" A contented sigh heaved its way from your chest as you stood and stretched the uncomfortable position you slept in from your body. And then immediately a wave of nausea washed over you. "The f-," you covered your mouth and ran to the bathroom. Lifting the toilet lid, you took pause and started praying that you wouldn't puke. "Mmm ..." Your eyes roamed to the bathroom cupboard. The nausea faded and soon your body followed your eyes' lead and you started to crawl to open the door and pull out a pregnancy test.

You peed on the plastic receptacle and set the timer you'd bought specially for the bathroom, only to hurry up and wait for the next 3 minutes.

"Oh." You tried so hard not to let yourself get wrapped up in the hope that all of your fun and hard work had finally paid off. But it still hurt. It always hurt. It was a relief though, that Katsuki wasn't here to have to go through this again. He always somehow got more excited than you at the prospect of you becoming parents. 'There's plenty uh’time, ma,' he always says to you whenever the result is another negative.

It would be several hours before he'd be home, so you put yourself together and set out to grocery shop. You decided to stop by your favorite little boutique and look around at the lingerie. Maybe that would help cheer you up and raise moral to romp around with your husband. You laughed at the stupid thought. It was always fun to be with Katsuki.

You managed to knock all of your tasks out in a couple of hours and drove home to get stuff put away. You still wanted to shower, put on the new lingerie you bought and figure out what to do for dinner. Take-out was calling your name tonight.

In the shower, you started to think about how much you loved Katsuki. And a familiar, warm, tingly feeling started to bloom in the pit of your stomach. Unconsciously, you began rubbing your thighs together trying to alleviate the pressure - however pleasant it might be - building there. It was a dangerous game you were playing here. If you rubbed them too much, you know you'd get beyond frustrated and have to take care of this on your own. And there was nothing you wanted more than for him to be the one to alleviate this pent up tension in your body. Seeing as he was the one causing it, it only seemed fair.

Hurrying to finish washing up, you managed to get out of there with only a little bit of lingering agitation. Perhaps agitation was too strong a word. But you missed him so much there was no other word you could think of to replace it.

All wrapped up in a towel, you went to your room and looked over the clothes you had laid out for tonight. The dress you chose was newer, you picked it up a month or so ago, but haven't had the chance to wear it. It’s so new that he hasn't even seen it on you. The lingerie was a strappy black 1 piece and it looked so confusing to you. But you wanted to look nice for him. You knew he would love it for the whole 30 seconds it was on you before he tore it off. Yet you couldn't help but feel a little bit nervous about his homecoming.

It all felt so new to you for some strange reason.

His Jeep pulled into the driveway and your heart all but stopped beating. Your face got hot and you felt like you were going to puke again. "Jesus, calm yourself, y/n. You're married for Christ's sake. Have been for over 2 years. He is your husband. He already loves you." But you didn't believe a word you said to yourself.

You ran to the bedroom to take one last quick glance at your appearance. Smoothing down the dress at your stomach, you noticed it didn't sit quite like it did when you first bought it. You just chalked it up to a little bit of stress eating with Katsuki being gone, and you trying to stay cool about (not) getting pregnant. It just caught up to you. No matter. He's home.

The front door opened and you heard his heavy footsteps. Music to your ears. "Babe? 'M home. Get yer ass ov-", You peeked your head out of the bedroom and gave him a sassy smile. "There you are, fuck, missed you so much. Don't move." He tossed his keys onto the kitchen table and walked toward you like he was hunting you. Like if he moved to quickly you'd get startled and run away from him. Little did he know that it would take a lot more than him running at you to make you even flinch.

"I missed you too, Kats. So much." You whispered as he got closer. He reached out for you and pulled you flush against him, his mouth immediately finding yours. His lips were so soft and warm and he smelled so good. You couldn't resist the urge to kiss him deeper, and you let your tongue brush his bottom lip. He growled and held you tighter.

"Fuck, y’taste so good. Yer gonna kill me. I can't wait for you any longer. All of you. Every part of you." He kissed your cheek and then your ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth and tugging on it with his teeth. You moaned and ground your hips into his. The sensation of his hardness rubbing against you made you ache with need.

"Oh God. Please. I need you so much." Every brush of his fingers against your body left a trail of raised, peach fuzz hairs in their wake. You were panting now, trying to catch your breath from his lips on your skin. He pulled back and looked at you, his eyes shining with love and lust. "I love you so much, babe."

"I love you too, Katsuki." Your voice was breathy and quiet, almost like you were afraid to say it.

He leaned in and kissed you again, this time with more heat and intensity. His hands found their way to your ass and he squeezed, eliciting a whimper from your lips. "Let's go to bed." He grabbed your hand and led you to the bedroom.

You walked in and he pushed you onto the bed. You squealed and giggled as you bounced. He stood over you and started to unbutton his shirt. His abs and pecs were on display for you. You couldn't help but lick your lips at the sight of his muscles moving as he shrugged his shirt off his shoulders. He moved to unbuckle his belt and you got a little nervous. He was so hot and you felt like you couldn't keep up with him. But he always managed to make you feel like the most beautiful woman on earth.

As he took his pants off, you got up and stood in front of him so he could unzip the dress. "You make this dress look so fuckin' beautiful, babe. Goddamn. So sexy. But y'know, 's much as I love this, 'm dying to see what's underne- Hoh fuck. Th- you- fuck that's hot. This new?" He asked as he covered his mouth with his right hand and shook his head slowly.

"You like it?" You blushed hard.

"Do I fuckin' like it. C'mere. Fuckin' c'mere and I'll show you just how much I like it." He pulled you close and kissed your lips, your neck, your chest. You could feel him hard and throbbing against your lower stomach. It was driving you wild.

He turned you around and began to kiss your shoulders. He moved the straps of the lingerie down and bit your skin gently. "Ah! Katsuki, please. Please touch me. I need you."

"Patience. G’na take my time with you. Got about 6 days to make up for, darlin'. Lemme have this. Lemme have you."

He turned you back around and kissed you deeply. He held you close and you could feel the heat radiating from his body. "I am so glad you're home, Kats." You whispered while you pulled him to the bed.

You laid there and let him take over, let him do what he wanted. And what he wanted was to drive you crazy. He kissed every inch of your body, making sure to pay extra attention to your most sensitive parts.

"You work out this week or somethin'?" He asked between kissing your hot skin. He moved down to your belly. "Fuck, you're just so ..." he growled against your skin as he breathed you in. "Your tits look fantastic. You're so ... gah ... I dunno. You're just so soft." He ran his hands over your curves and squeezed your hips.

You pulled his hair and guided him to your core. "Katsuki, need ... need your mouth." He obliged and licked a stripe up your slit, his tongue pressing firmly against your clit and you jumped back. "Hohmygod, Kats! Fuck!!"

"S'sensitive for me," he dove back in and started to suck on your clit, swirling his tongue around it and then flattening it and moving it side to side, "Fumkin' lub et." You felt like you were going to burst. The feeling was overwhelming and you felt yourself get close to the edge faster than you could ever remember.

"Katsu- kugh, ohmygod, I'm gonna ... I'm gonna ..." You grabbed his head and pushed him further into you. He moaned and his hands dug into your thighs as he kept working your swollen cunt.

"Cum for me, baby. Show me how fuckin’ hard y’can cum for me. Lemme see that pretty pussy cum for me." He moved back down and started sucking and licking your clit again, his fingers sliding inside you and hitting that spot you love so much.

Your whole body tensed up and you felt yourself explode all over his fingers and tongue. "Katsuki!!!" You screamed and bucked your hips against his face, chasing your orgasm. You could feel him smiling against your skin as you rode out your pleasure against his face and hands. You didn't know what you were rubbing yourself against but there was no part of you that could stop it from happening.

"G'girl. Fuck, you taste s'good, babe. Kinda diff’rent. More tart. Lemony." He kissed your thigh and then crawled up to kiss you. "Gonna fuck a baby into you now." He smiled down at you, much more sweetly than his intentions actually were and held your legs open so he could slide himself inside you.

"Mmmm, yes ... please, want you … in me." You whined as he started to push himself in. He was big, you were used to it. But tonight you needed a minute or two to adjust to his size. It felt like you were clenching down on him, almost purposely. Making it more difficult for him to push himself entirely inside of you.

"Jesus fuck, you sure you weren't doing some pussy push-ups r'somethin'? You're so tight, babe. Feels so fuckin' good. But … Jesus."

You couldn't control your laughter at him calling kegel exercises 'pussy push-ups'. It was so stupid, but it made you feel warm and loved that he cared enough to notice things like that. "I've been practicing, yeah." You smirked and he leaned in and kissed you again.

"Good. So fuckin' good. Now, g'na fuck you 'til you can't stand it. I'm gonna cum in that hot pussy and make you the sexiest ma on the face of the planet." He growled against your lips as he started to move inside you.

You lost track of time and your body just reacted to him. He was rough and tender. Everything you needed and more. The two of you singing this song of moans in unison sounded better than any of your favorite songs ever had. His grunts and growls filled the room, as he fucked you harder and harder, so too, did your moaning and muttering of how good he felt get louder.

"Kats ... gonna cum again. Pleasepleaseplease ... you gotta cum first! It w- oh god - it works better if you cum first ... I think! Hurry up!" You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him deeper into you. You could feel your walls tightening and pulsating around his cock and it was the most exquisite feeling.

"Bah, fuck, I'm close babe. Gonna fill you up so good. Fuck, gonna fill you up with my cum." He grabbed your legs and pushed them back so your knees were against your chest and your ankles were at his ears. He held onto the back of your legs and pounded into you with all the strength he had left in him.

"Yesyesyes! Katsuki! Cum in me!" You were on the edge of your orgasm and you couldn't hold it at bay any longer. You felt the hot wetness of his seed filling you up and you let yourself go, your pussy clenched around his cock.

He stayed inside you for a minute or two, panting and kissing your forehead. Droplets of sweat fell from his face to yours. It was disgustingly intimate. You had never felt closer to him. Physically or emotionally.

"I love you." He whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

"I love you." You whispered back.

And with that, he rolled off of you and snuggled up against your back, his hand resting on your stomach. The two of you fell asleep a short time later. Still happily tangled up in one another.

The next morning you awoke to Katsuki gently rolling his cock against your ass. You turned your head as best you could to see him, but when you managed to, you saw that he was still fast asleep. It didn't diminish the arousal that began to creep its way through your body, though.

You rolled over and kissed his face, whispering sweet nothings to him as you tried to wake him. "Kaaats, you wanna go again?" Running your hand down his chest and stomach, stopping about halfway down his happy trail, he opened his eyes slowly and gave you a half smile that looked so sexy on him.

"Mornin' babe. Wha' was I doin'?" He asked, looking down at his erection. "Ah. Was havin' a really ... really good dream 'bout you. Wan' me to show ya what we were doin'?" He flopped onto his back and pulled you on top of him so you were straddling his waist. "Y'so fuckin' wet already. Damn woman. You could put out a fire with that pussy. Hm-hm. Let's start one first though, yeah?" His hands dug into the plush of your hips and pushed/pulled you over him.

Your cunt wrapped so perfectly around him made him let out the most guttural of moans that caused you to clench around nothing. But he felt it and moaned again. It was becoming a vicious little cycle: He'd moan, your body would react, so on and so forth.

He pulled you up, grabbing underneath your ass and lifted you so you were hovering just over his cock. You rolled your head forward to look at him as you slid down, putting just the head inside of you.

"Don't be a fuckin' tease." He growled at you and tried to pull you down, his cock twitching at the denial of the possibility of complete envelopment. "Fucking hell, you're so bratty. Gonna make you pay for this," he laughed.

"Sorry, can't hear you over how good just the head of your cock feels while I'm bouncin' on it." You smirked at him as you wiggled your hips side to side.

He reached up and grabbed your neck, pulling you down to him as he thrust up into you. "I said, don't be a fucking tease," he hissed out through a clenched jaw.

You felt your eyes roll back and your body tense up as he filled you completely. It was almost too much to handle. "Katsu ... ki ... ah, fu-ughh, fuck! Don't stop!" You couldn't hold on anymore. You ground your hips against him as you came, your pussy fluttering and gripping his cock so tightly he couldn't help but follow you over the edge.

All of a sudden, you stopped riding out the last waves of your orgasm. Sitting on top of him still, you put your hand over your mouth and you looked down at him with pure panic in your eyes. "Hmph ..." you shook your head when he asked if you were ok. "Hmphhuh," you gagged again. He helped you off of him and all but dragged your post-o, jellied, naked body to the bathroom and lifted the lid on the toilet for you.

"Y'fuckin' sick'er somethin', babe? Got the flu? What the hell's goin' on?" His brows furrowed and he scowled at you. You knew it was out of concern, not frustration.

You shook your head, trying to compose yourself after something so icky. Hating yourself for doing this right now. Right after such an intimate moment. While he was standing there, staring at you. Puking your guts out. Naked. "Don' knoooohhhh fuck, leave, Kats. Get out! Ple-!"

He squatted down next to you and held your hair back with his right hand and rubbed your back with his left. "'M not fuckin' leavin' you. Not for pukin', not for fuckin' nothin'. Y'fuckin' hear me? Better or worse. Sickness and health and all that other shit. Just shut up and finish. 'L be right here for ya."

The amount of fluid that left your face was disgusting. You'd never had such floodgates open like this before. Puking, crying, snot running from your nose. You were an actual mess. But he stood by you through all of it.

"Hey, babe ... d'ya ... ah shit. D'ya think yer pregnant?" Katsuki asked as you stood from the floor, moving slowly toward the sink to wash your face off. The sparkle in his eyes was undeniable. And it killed you that you had to tell him you weren't.

You leaned over the sink, your face in your hands, and started crying. "I ... oh, Kats. I'm ... I'm not. I took a test a couple of days ago. I didn't w-", his hands on your back silenced you. They were, to date, the most important hands in the world to you. They were strong. They were soft and warm and they are all encompassing. If there were any kind of god, you would live out the rest of your days under his hands.

"Why didn't you tell me? I don't want you carryin’ this all by yourself, y/n. What we don't succeed in doing together, we share the hardships and overcome that ... together. I'm so sorry, babe. I'm sorry I was gone for so long. I shouldn'ta left ya for so long." He spoke to you so quietly. Like his words would be the thing that finally throws you over the edge. The thing that finally breaks you.

"Maybe I ate something." You ran your forearm across your dry lips and hobbled back to the bed to bury yourself in the blankets. "I'm sorry, Kats. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I won't do that again, promise." He walked over to you and sat down on the edge and brushed the hair from your face.

"G'na get you some 7-up 'n a cold washcloth. Be right back, babe." You watched him walk out of the bedroom and turn down the hallway. His butt jiggling ever so slightly. It made you smile. And it made you feel something else.

"The hell ...?" You sat up in bed and realized that you were horny. Again. Katsuki came back a minute later with what he promised you. Something to drink and a cold, wet cloth for you to put on your face. Smiling as he handed you this stuff, you pulled him in close to you and kissed him on the cheek all the way down to his neck.

"Oh, babe. Yer jus' so ... hah. No matter what. Even with your hair matted to your face and your eyes puffy and red. I love you." He leaned over and kissed your forehead.

"Don't say it." You smiled at him. It was almost like you knew what he was going to say. And you couldn't bear to hear it. Not right now. You had no idea where you two stood in that department. You weren't ready to admit that to each other. Not yet. Not right now.

He smiled back and laid down next to you, spooning you from behind. He ran his hand along your waist and stomach, over and over. It was relaxing. And it was a little bit arousing, but you managed to keep yourself at bay. You had just thrown up, after all.

"I'm sorry, Kats. I'm sorry I can't give us the baby we want. I'm sorry I'm so fucking broken." You choked on your words as tears started to well in your eyes. "I'm so sorry."

He shifted behind you and held you tighter. "Babe, you're not broken. 'Sides, who says it ain't me? Maybe we should make a doctors appointment, yeah? Get my count tested and all that shit. Whatcha say?"

You sniffed and wiped your face with the washcloth. It felt good against your hot face. "You - Kats, you'd do that? You'd have your sperm count checked?" Rolling over to face him, you took his face in your hands and held it there while the two of you just stared at each other.

"Fuckin' never said I wouldn't! Course I will. 'F we ever wanna get to the bottom of this, we hafta explore every possibility, right?" He ran a rough finger along your cheek to collect the freshly fallen tears and wipe them on the sheets. You made an ick face at him and he told you to pipe down, they need to be changed anyway after the night you two just had on them.

***

A couple of weeks past and he had his appointment with the fertility specialist where they ran a count on Kats. They called and said his sperm was 'abnormally high and active'. Their exact words were, "We have never seen anything like it in our careers." He didn't shut up about it for 3 days.

This left you in a fog. Surely, you were the reason you two couldn't conceive. It made you feel like absolute shit. No matter what he said to you, it didn't lift the guilt you were trying to carry all on your own. You thought he shouldn't have to hurt when he wasn't the problem. This complex was exhausting you and you could feel yourself slipping deeper into sadness.

You went to the clinic at the end of the day that Friday, the last appointment they had for the week. They drew your blood and told you they would be in touch on Monday or Tuesday about the next step after they had a chance to evaluate the sample for any obvious

It was Saturday morning and you were both sitting on the back porch eating breakfast when your phone rang. "It's the clinic, Kats. You answer. I don't want to talk to them. They probably found a plastic bag where my uterus is supposed to be." You pushed your phone across the little glass tabletop and got up, carrying the dishes into the kitchen to wash them off.

"Yeah babe, on it. Hello? N-no. You're trying to reach Bakugou? Well, shit. Yeah. That's me, I mean ... I'm her husband, Katsuki. Yes! The man with incredible sperm!" He laughed, you cringed. "Wait, what? No, that's not ... I mean ...," his voice got quiet and he got up, walking across the yard to mess with a fence piece.

You watched him out there fiddle with the broken wooden slat and felt your heart breaking into even smaller pieces. "Fuck." You whispered, looking down at the tiny bubbles popping on the soaking dishes. A tear dripped from your chin and landed on your chest, darkening a spot on your gray Dynamight shirt.

Katsuki came walking into the kitchen and came over to you, putting his hands on your shoulders, he turned you to face him. "Hey, ma?" Getting down on his knees, he put his hands on your waist and smooshed his face into your tummy. "Ma?"

"Are you having a fucking stroke or something? What are you doing, dumbass?" You wiped your chin and huffed out a short, insincere laugh. "Kats, what did - what'd they say. Is it me? Am I ..."

"Yes, babe. It's you. It's you … and the little grenade you're carrying. You're ... we're ... having a baby, y/n. You're fuckin' pregnant." He beamed up at you, tears in his wide eyes.

"It's you, babe. You and me. And … and … and a little us in you. We did it, y/n. We're gonna have a family!"

You covered your mouth with your hands and cried. Not just a few tears, but a full-on ugly cry. You were going to be a mom. Katsuki was going to be a dad. And this was just the beginning of your lives as a family.

"I'm sorry I didn't believe in us. I'm sorry I let myself think for a second that it wouldn't be us. Us. Just us. I'm so happy it's us." You bent over and kissed his forehead. He stood and wrapped you in his arms and you both just stood there letting this new beautiful reality sink in.

The future was yours and yours alone … well, and Kats’ and the babies, of course.

Taglist ::: @dreamcastgirl99 @viburnt @arlerts-angel @darkstarlight82

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allgoodnamesrgoneee · 6 months ago

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Hello! Hope you're doing great 💅🏽

Can I request headcanon or a scenario(whatever you like) or Haaland dating a famous fem!volleyballplayer!reader ?

(I suck at sending requests 🥰😍)

Ty! <3

Reconnecting

Masterlist

A/N: Wrote this quickly because I'm working on a lot of requests at the moment. Hope you like it😊

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Haaland surprises you at your game

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Erling Haaland x fem!volleyballplayer!reader

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 2.8k

Warnings! Fluffity Fluff, surprise, this man loves you fr, Love bombs, SMUT (18+), unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (f receiving), multiple orgasms.

He could feel the stares and see himself on the jumbotron. He was impossible to miss, towering above most of the people and wearing a bright jersey in your team's colors. But he didn't care. This wasn't about him.

Instead, he adjusted the handmade banner in his hands, the bright letters of "GO Y/N!" standing out boldly against the white fabric, and did what he came here to do: support his girl.

He was so proud of you.

This was your first match after recovering from your ankle injury. Seeing you struggle over the past few weeks had broken his heart, and he was thrilled to see you back on the court. He knew how much volleyball meant to you, just as soccer did to him.

He had an important training session scheduled but canceled it without telling you. Instead, he decided to surprise you.

It was hard to keep from telling you the truth this morning, especially when he saw your tears as you said goodbye. But he wanted to stick to the plan.

He had flowers ready, a dinner reservation later, and plans to make up for lost time. With the UEFA Cup games approaching, he’d been busy, and it was straining your relationship. Tonight was about making it up to you. He was here to surprise you, cheer you on, and celebrate your victory, which he was confident you would achieve.

The game was intense, with your team battling fiercely against its rivals. Normally reserved, Erling found himself standing, shouting encouragements. "Come on, baby! You got this!" His deep voice boomed across the stands. People turned, some pointing out the football superstar, but his eyes remained glued to the court.

The crowd couldn’t believe it. Erling Haaland, “The Terminator,” was there, dressed in pink, holding a huge sign with your name. Passionately supporting his girlfriend.

During a crucial rally, the camera zoomed in on him, his focused expression displayed on the jumbotron. He waved the banner enthusiastically, earning cheers and laughter from the crowd.

He was so in love with you. Everyone could tell.

You had been dating for a year and went public a month ago. So far, his fans adored you, and were very thankful to you for showing them a side of him they hadn’t known. You made the world fall in love with him through your eyes.

As you prepared to serve, you glanced at the screen, eyes widening in surprise and delight. There he was, looking almost ethereal in his pink shirt, the sunlight catching his features perfectly.

You lost focus for a second, your heart swelling with pride. The love of your life, your biggest supporter, was there. As you made eye contact, he flashed you a bright smile and a thumbs up, mouthing, "You've got this!" before disappearing from view.

With renewed determination, you served the ball with precision, earning a point for your team and a proud smile from Erling. Fueled by his presence, you dominated the court, leading your team with powerful serves and precise plays, as if he were sending you his strength from the sidelines.

Point by point, the game progressed, each rally more intense than the last. Erling cheered louder with every score, waving his banner with unrestrained enthusiasm. The crowd around him feeding off his energy, joining his chants and cheers. They could not believing that this was the same guy who would always get into fights on the field.

Finally, match point. The ball soared over the net, and you leaped high, smashing it down with impeccable force. The opposing team scrambled but couldn’t save it. The whistle blew, and the arena erupted in celebration.

Erling was on his feet, banner held high, cheering louder than anyone. You were lifted onto your teammates' shoulders, basking in the glory of victory as Erling's proud smile shone from the stands. "I love you," he mouthed, making a heart shape with his hands.

High on adrenaline and eager to be in his arms, you waved him over. He didn't waste a second, sprinting down the stairs and pushing through the crowd to reach you.

The moment he was within reach, you threw your arms around him, and he lifted you off the ground in a celebratory hug. "You were amazing!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with pride.

You laughed, your face glowing with happiness. "I can’t believe you’re here! You said you had training!"

Erling grinned, setting you down gently, hands itching to squeeze your ass. "I wouldn’t miss this for the world. You were incredible out there."

"Thank you for coming," you said softly, eyes sparkling with unshed tears.

"Always," Erling replied, brushing a stray hair from your face. "I'm your biggest fan, after all."

Then, under the stadium lights, he kissed you. The crowd roared with applause as you melted into his embrace, lost in your own world.

You broke apart a few seconds later, after a rough accidental shove by your rowdy teammates. Erling immediately lifted you up and carried you away to a more secluded area, shielding you from everyone.

He carried you effortlessly through the throng of people, his protective grip firm yet gentle. As the noise of the arena faded behind you, he found a quiet corner near the locker rooms, a place where you could have a moment of privacy.

Setting you down carefully, he cupped your face in his large hands, eyes scanning yours with concern. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, brushing his thumb over your cheek as he kneeled in front of you.

You nodded, a laugh bubbling up from your chest. "I'm perfect. That was just... Incredible." You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, just needing some skin-on-skin contact. You've missed him so much.

"You were incredible," he corrected, a proud smile spreading across his face. "I knew you'd do it."

You leaned into his touch, feeling the weight of the past few weeks lift off your shoulders. "It meant so much to see you there. I can't believe you skipped training for me."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Training can wait. You’re what's important." He pulled you into another hug, nudging his head into the crook of your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "I missed you."

You closed your eyes, savoring the feeling. "I missed you too. It’s been hard with everything going on, but seeing you there today was everything I needed."

He pulled back slightly, looking at you with a serious expression. "I know I’ve been busy, and I’m sorry if it felt like I wasn’t there for you. But I promise, no matter what, I’ll always be here to support you. Just like you do for me."

Your heart melted as you nodded at his words, placing a quick peck on his lips. "I know. And I’m here for you too. Always."

He smiled—that bright, boyish grin that never failed to make your heart skip a beat. "Now, how about we celebrate this victory properly? Flowers, dinner, and maybe a little dessert?" He whispered the last part, wiggling his eyebrows and biting his lower lip.

You laughed, feeling lighter than you had in weeks. "That sounds perfect." He pecked your lips again, this time longer, before showering your face and neck with kisses, making you giggle uncontrollably.

"Ok! ok, stop! I surrender," you said between laughs, feeling him smile against your neck. "I love you," he whispered against your skin, making your heart flutter.

"I love you too," you replied. Then he kissed you again, this time with more passion and intensity, as if trying to convey all his love through that one kiss. Very quickly, he started to get handsy, his touch lighting your skin on fire.

He deepened the kiss, squeezing your hips before pulling away slightly., leaving you breathless and craving more. "I can't get enough of you," he murmured against your lips, his voice husky with desire.

"I want you," you whimpered, your voice just as breathless and your eyes dark with passion.

He groaned softly, pressing his forehead against yours. "We should get out of here before we start a scandal."

You chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Probably a good idea."

Hand in hand, you made your way to the locker rooms, where you quickly changed out of your uniform. Erling waited outside, leaning against the wall, still wearing that proud, loving smile. As you emerged, he took your hand again, squeezing it gently.

"Ready?" he asked.

"More than ever," you replied, feeling a surge of arousal flood your panties, excited for the evening ahead. Damn, you missed him. Oh, and Erling too.😉

You both made your way to his car, where he opened the door for you, ever the gentleman. The drive to the restaurant was filled with laughter and conversation, the tension and stress of the past few weeks melting away. He parked the car and helped you out, leading you into a cozy, dimly lit restaurant that had a private table waiting for you.

As you settled into your seats, you took a moment to absorb the ambiance. Soft music played in the background, and the flickering candlelight cast a warm glow on Erling's face. He reached across the table, taking your hand in his.

"You look beautiful," he said, his eyes raking over your figure, pure lust dripping in his tone.

"Thank you," you replied, feeling your cheeks flush.

Dinner was perfect. The food was delicious, and the conversation flowed easily. You talked about everything and nothing, enjoying each other's company in a way that felt effortless and natural.

Erling told you stories from his training sessions and shared his excitement for the upcoming UEFA Cup games.

"You'll be amazing," you said, your voice filled with confidence. "Just like you always are."

He smiled, the slight dimple on his check deepening. "And you'll be there to cheer me on, right?"

"Of course," you replied, squeezing his hand. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

As dessert arrived—a decadent chocolate mousse that you both shared—you couldn't help but smile at how perfect the night had been. The weeks of stress and separation seemed like a distant memory, replaced by nothing but the pure happiness you were feeling.

After dinner, Erling drove you back to his place. The anticipation of being alone with him after such a long time apart had you clenching your thighs together. The moment you stepped inside, he pulled you into his arms, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that left you breathless.

"I've missed you so much," he murmured against your lips, his hands roaming your body with a hunger that matched your own.

"I've missed you too," you replied, your voice barely a whisper as you clung to him, feeling the heat between you build up.

He lifted you effortlessly, palms squeezing your ass as he carried you to the bedroom, where he laid you down gently on the bed. The look in his eyes was one of pure desire as he leaned over you, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

"I've missed this," he murmured, his eyes locked on yours as he started to kiss his way down your neck.

"I've missed you too," you said, your voice low and husky as you arched your back, giving him better access to your exposed skin.

Erling moaned and continued his journey, his lips burning a trail of heat over your skin as he slowly undressed you. Every touch sent shivers down your spine, and you could feel your need for him growing stronger by the second. When he reached your breasts, he paused, his gaze flicking up to yours as his fingers traced circles around your nipples. Silently asking for permission.

You loved that about him—the way he always made sure you were comfortable and wanted every step of the way.

You bit your lip and nodded, letting him know that he could continue. As soon as you gave the okay, he was on you, his mouth closing around your nipple, sucking it into his mouth as he continued to tease the other one with his fingers.

You gasped and arched your back again, your hands burying themselves in his hair as he switched to your other breast. You were already so close to coming, and you knew it wouldn't take much more to push you over the edge. It's been so long. Your legs wrapped around his hips, grinding against him as he continued to worship your breasts.

He pulled away suddenly, leaving you panting and needy. "I've got to taste you," he growled, pulling off the last of your clothes.

Before you could respond, he spread your thighs open and buried his face in your pussy, licking you like a starved man. His tongue traced every inch of your folds, finding the perfect spots to make you squirm beneath him. Teasing you. When he finally got to your clit, he wrapped his lips around it, sucking it into his mouth as his tongue swirled around it.

The sudden onslaught of sensations sent you crashing over the edge, your orgasm hitting you hard as you came all over his face. He kept licking you through it, drawing out your pleasure until you were spent and boneless, collapsing back onto the bed with a gasp.

Erling lifted his head, a satisfied smirk on his lips, as he leaned over you again. "I've missed tasting you," he murmured, his voice rough with need. "You're even sweeter than I remember." He leaned down and kissed you, your juices still on his lips. You could taste yourself on him, and it sent a jolt of pleasure through you.

He pulled back, his gaze running over your body as he undressed himself. You watched, mesmerized by the sight of him, as he revealed his toned body to you. Your eyes widened when you saw his cock, already rock hard and leaking with precum.

He settled between your thighs, his cock rubbing against your entrance. You bit your lip and nodded, giving him permission to enter you. He groaned as he pushed inside of you, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion.

You gasped, your back arching as he filled you completely. It felt like heaven and hell all at once, with the stretch of his cock sending pleasurable sparks through your body. He stilled for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size before he started to move.

He was gentle at first, moving slowly as he kissed you deeply, his lips and tongue teasing yours. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer as he increased the pace of his thrusts. His hips slammed against yours, his cock hitting a spot deep inside of you that sent pleasure coursing through your veins.

You could feel another orgasm building, your nails digging into his back as you urged him on. He grunted and picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster as he fucked you with abandon.

"You're so tight," he growled, burrying his face deeper into your neck and placing gentle kisses on your skin. "I'm close." He growled, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his release.

Your orgasm hit you without warning, your pussy clenching around his cock as you screamed his name, coming all over him once again. He followed suit, his cock pulsing inside of you as he filled you with his cum. He collapsed on top of you, his breathing ragged as he held you close, still buried deep inside of you.

You wrapped your arms around him and held him tight, basking in the warmth of your bodies still connected. You could feel his cock slowly soften inside of you, his cum leaking out of you as he kissed your neck.

You had never felt so complete and satisfied in your life.

You both needed this. To reconnect. To remember how much you need each other. And you knew you would need to do this again as soon as possible. And you can't wait. Because this is the best thing in the world.

And you can't live without this feeling.

This feeling of being loved, needed, and adored by him. He is your soulmate. And you are his. And you're both addicted to each other. And that's okay. You are happy with it. Because you love him. With every inch of you. With every cell of your body. With every piece of your soul. With every bit of your heart.

You love him more than anything in the world.

More than anyone.

More than yourself.

And so does he.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice soft as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck.

"I love you too," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded and wrapped his arms tighter around you, his lips pressing kisses all over your skin. You smiled, your heart full and content, as you basked in the warmth of his embrace. You knew that everything was going to be alright. You knew that you were going to be together forever.

And you couldn't wait.

-Bianca🌻

#footballer x reader #football #erling haaland x reader #erling x reader #erling håland #I'm baaack #fluff #erling haaland #smut #erling smut

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mapofthesea · 2 years ago

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forward!jimin x social media manager!fem!reader

hockey!au

genre: smut, fluff, porn with a hint of plot!

word count: 5.8k

summary: star forward Park Jimin is not only good at the game of hockey, but the game of life. He’s rarely faced with adversity and enjoys the perks of being admired by millions of fans between his sporting and modeling endeavors. To you, he’s nothing but a massive thorn in your side: a reminder of your past life as a puck bunny and your biggest challenge in landing your next promotion. He’s damn lucky he’s handsome.

warnings: arguing, tension from past relationship (they were never Together but they did fuck), swearing, jimin is a smug little shit, jimin with a lip piercing (!!!), hockey talk but no actual game time action, they have Feelings for each other, kind of enemies to lovers but lowkey, specific smut warnings include: penetrative unprotected sex (don’t do this irl!), dom!jimin x sub!reader, slightly bratty reader, degradation (he calls her a slut, she likes it though) and praise, making out/sloppy kissing, fingering (f receiving) oral (f receiving), handjob, hair pulling, hickeys/marking, multiple orgasms, coming inside, slight overstimulation, aftercare ofc

a/n: as always my work is not proof read or edited so there may be some mistakes! Also this is clearly smut so please do not go below the cut if you’re under 18 or uncomfortable with the content noted above. Happy reading!

The warmth of the hotel sheets engulfs you, the expensive feeling silk rubbing gently against your freshly washed skin. You barely know what time it is, but the sleep weighing down your eyelids negates any logic.

An involuntary sigh passes your lips as you feel your spine decompress from the cramped position you had to assume on the plane ride here. Your phone vibrates on the beside table but you skillfully ignore it, snuggling further into the comforter. A sweet lull of sleep starts to envelope you- and then your phone vibrates again. Once, twice, three times, and then the barrage of texts turns into a full blown call, rattling your phone violently.

"Fuck, what?" You yell, throwing the covers off and snatch the phone off of the bedside table. The brightness makes you squint, answering the call without seeing who it is.

"Hello?"

"Oh Thank God, Y/N. I need you to-" the sound of your boss's voice sends anger through your veins. It was his idea for you to travel to this tournament, and now he has the audacity to call you after working hours?

"No, please, Ken. It's late and I'm tired. Whatever the issue is it can wait until the morning."

"It really can't, Y/N. I need you to go talk to Park. Now." You still, heart hammering at the name. You can't imagine what the fuck he would need at this hour, but you're not a babysitter and you certainly aren't giving up your rest for him.

"No, I'm just here to do media for the games. It's not my problem if he needs a handler tonight." Ken sighs and the tension is palpable through the phone line. The silence buzzes through you like a live wire.

"If you don't go talk to him now, your job is gonna be a lot harder than it needs to be in the morning. Please, Y/N. I need someone with boots on the ground to help me. If you get it solved I'll fast track your application for the promotion." Ken's offer hangs over your head. Fuck this capitalist system and the fact that whoever takes the promotion is based more on connection than talent. As much as you despise having to continue to climb the ladder after years of hard work in college and the office, the perks of better health insurance glimmer in your mind.

"Okay, fine. I'm going." Anxiety spikes in your chest as Ken thanks you and hangs up. You vividly remember the last time you were one on one with Park Jimin, and the thought makes your cheeks flame. Suddenly your breezy pajamas feel too warm, and the slightly damp strands of your hair at the nape of your neck itch.

When you started your career in sports media, you never saw yourself working for the same hockey team he plays for. You always saw it as a near impossibility when you moved away from your hometown for the degree- but the universe works in weird and cruel ways that happen to force you into close quarters with a whole gaggle of professional hockey players. You really tried your very hardest to avoid interacting with any of the players on the team outside of working hours, not just Jimin. Although several of them had also flew in today and settled in the same hotel, you made sure to book with a separate airline and get a hotel room on a separate floor. You had no interest in mixing your business with your personal life; it’s nothing but an irresponsible risk.

But here you are now, embarrassing yourself by applying a fresh layer of deodorant before you leave your hotel room. The lavish hallways are luckily empty, and the cool elevator shaft eases the heat crawling up your neck. It’s incredibly nerve-wracking to imagine why you needed to have this intervention, and the idea of how he may answer the door makes you dizzy.

Maybe he’d injured himself? But surely you wouldn’t be the one called to his room in that case. There was always the possibility that he did something to cause a media storm- got into a fight, was spotted robbing a store, maybe it was reported that he did cocaine in a bathroom- but it had only been a few hours since their plane landed, so would he have had time for any of that? And wouldn't covering up a personal blunder be up to his personal manager, not you? Your palms slick with sweat at the possibilities of the mess you’re going to find behind his door.

You hover outside it, staring at the gold plated numbers illuminated by the nearby sconces. It's oddly intimidating to know he's just on the other side of the door; living and breathing and simply existing- perhaps making some kind of erroneous mistake that could ruin his career or basking in the aftermath of that. The wood of the door feels thick and expensive under your fingers as you knock, and it’s so feeble that you can almost guarantee he didn’t hear it. You swear and try again, knocking harder despite your shaking knuckles.

“Coming!” His voice sounds light and airy but it makes lead drop through your stomach. The urge to run away overtakes you and just as you make the decision that no, this isn’t worth the possibility of a promotion, the door swings open.

Park Jimin has no right looking this handsome at whatever ungodly hour you had knocked on his door. His black hair is mussed at the back of his head as if he had just been laying in bed. The softness of his hair is almost enough to weaken you, but the familiar narrowed cut of his eyes runs ice through you. Heat blooms in your cheeks as you blush and internally chastise yourself for the stupid reaction; you were here for a professional reason, so why the fuck was your heart hammering in your chest at a million miles an hour?

"What can I do for you, Y/N?" Jimin's silky voice filters through your hazy mind and you startle, shaking your head to clear the suffocation surrounding you. Alarm bells ring at the familiar cadence of his voice, the way he perfectly crafts the syllables that make up your name.

"Um, I-" your eyes flit around his face; the tempting golden sheen of his skin under the gold casted hallway lighting, the fullness of his cheeks and his pretty lashes and the silver gleam of his lip-ring...

"What the fuck is that?" You practically yell, pulled out of your reverence at his handsomeness as the lip ring registers. It's a bold silver curve, resting temptingly in the middle of his plush bottom lip. It shines as if tempting you to look closer, to touch it, to feel it. Your stomach stirs at the fleeting thought of how the cold metal would pull an addicting contrast between the heated press of his lips.

"This?" He licks at the metal with his tongue and you suddenly feel the need to take a seat. "Got it a while ago, honestly. Off season stuff." He waves his hand nonchalantly as if you'd asked him if he wanted chocolate or vanilla cake. "You like it?" He arches a perfectly shaped brow and leans casually on the door frame, arms crossed over his chest. He's small and lithe for a hockey player, but you know that he has intimidating strength corded through his arms and the stamina to match.

Dumbly, you nod at his question. You like it a lot. Jimin lets out a heady laugh and you can only imagine how fucking stupid you look right now; slightly damp hair and a flushed bare face, mismatched sleep socks and these stupid lamb pajamas your mom got you for Christmas. Your face blanches at the sudden realization that the shorts were certainly too small for standing in a hotel hallway under Park Jimin's gaze.

"Wait, no, I'm here because Ken told me to come down and talk to you!" You backtrack quickly, pulling at the bottom hem of your t-shirt.

"Awe, come on Y/N, you mean you didn't want to come visit me for old times sake?" His electric eyes travel your bare legs. You grit your teeth and try to find the fire of anger in your stomach-the shield that's allowed you to ward off your feelings for him for so many years- but it's been replaced by the quivering attraction that never quite left.

"N-no, Jimin." You plant your hands on your hips; hoping to instill some of the social media manager persona back into your conversation. "That thing is a liability for you, and for me, it sounds like, because Ken sent me down here to take care of it. You'll have to get rid of it. It's out of regulations for the games." Jimin blinks owlishly, as if he had never considered that the piercing would be out of regulations.

"Really?" He licks the damn piercing again and your greedy eyes soak up every part; the perfect pinkness of his tongue and the way he maneuvers it around the metal in a tantalizing circle that's much too familiar. Your stomach simmers with arousal.

"Fuck, Jimin, yes. It really is out of regulations, and I would assume Ken saw some picture of you with it, and he's pissed and made it my problem because he isn't here yet. So please, for me, take it out for the games." When is this guy ever going to give you a break? You spent your entire teenage years pining for him and half of your college visits home tangled in his bedsheets, and now as a full fledged adult you're begging him to get his shit together so you can get considered for a promotion. "Please, Jimin, can you just do this one thing for me?" The exasperation of the night makes your voice whiny even to your own ears, and you can practically see Jimin's ears perk at the sound. A cheeky grin overtakes his features.

"If I remember correctly, I've done lots of things for you." You don't miss the shift in his voice; the darkened tone that haunted your dreams for months after you vowed to never speak to him again. Suddenly your throat feels dry and you choke on your rebuttal as he takes a confident stride into the hallway. You can smell the clean linen of his cologne and you instinctively close your eyes and take an inhale. Your nose flares and you swallow your impure thoughts.

"Listen." You poke a finger into his chest and immediately regret it; the firmness of his well toned muscles rejecting your jab. "Come on, Jimin. I'm begging you."

His chest shudders under your finger, and he's so close you can feel the exhale of his breath against your hair. You're frozen as he moves, clasping one of your shoulders with strong fingers. His grip makes your skin tingle as he lowers himself to match your stare.

"I seem to remember you being much better at begging, Y/N. Hmm? Want to try that again?"

Arousal lights your veins and your brain whirs into overdrive, screaming at you to follow the animal instinct clawing inside your gut. Unbidden flashes of your past with Jimin run through your mind: the grip of his hands on your plush hips as he drives himself into you, the paths of bruised kisses he left on your tits after hours of teasing them, the reddened claw marks you left on the bronzed skin of his back.

The current of dominance in his words sparks something dormant inside of you; the slumbering brattiness that you had converted into tenacity reborn. You surge up against him, closing the gap with a bruising kiss. He stumbles slightly in surprise but easily recovers, capturing you around the waist as you devour his mouth. The cool metal of the lip ring is just as addicting as you imagined it to be, wedged between the unending warmth of his plush lips. It's fucking addicting to be kissing him again as he pulls you against the hard planes of his body. There's no hesitation in his actions as he shoves his tongue into your mouth and you nipples pebble in response to the liquid heat he elicits in you.

Oxygen becomes useless to you the longer you kiss him. All that matters is the connection of your bodies, the slip of your tongues against one another. Your heart stutters with yearning as Jimin helps himself to a handful of your ass cheeks and you nip at his piercing playfully. A moan reverberates through him and he uses his grip on you to pull you impossibly closer, walking your bodies backward into his hotel room.

The change of scenery shocks you enough that you finally break from the kiss, panting from the exertion. The heavy door slams shut behind you as Jimin pushes it, perhaps a bit too hard. To your wild satisfaction Jimin looks just as winded as you feel. “Fuck,” he croaks the word and you smile, unable to hold back anymore. Something in your mind loosens, and you surge forward to fumble with the tie of his sweatpants. A beautiful moan falls from his lips and for a second you’re sure that the control he never gave you had become yours: that in the years you’d been apart he had shifted into a man who let you take. After so long of playing the sexy and mysterious playboy, Jimin had finally unraveled for you.

But his sudden strength re-emerges just as you begin to wiggle the fabric down his hips, and he captures your wrists under his palm. Forcing your wandering hands away, a familiar gleam of delight at your pliancy shadows his eyes.

“Oh, little girl, you know better than that, don’t you? Or did you forget how this goes for us?” He tuts dismissively but the passion on his face makes your knees weak. “You-“ he shuffles you closer to the king sized bed, “do what I want you to, isn’t that right, Y/N?” Arrogance colors his tone, and you have half a mind to tell him to shove it, but he guides your hands back to his cock and your brain shorts.

He’s hard, twitching under your touch as he holds your hands there, controlling the pressure of your touch. From your seated position on the bed you get a glorious view of the vein in his neck throbbing, and you regret not plastering any bruises onto his neck earlier. “You always were so good with your hands, Y/N. Fuck. Used to drive me crazy thinking about your hands on my dick.” The husk of his voice makes wetness pool between your thighs. It had been so long since you heard him like this but it was just as delicious as before. The pressure he holds on your hands relinquishes but it’s clear what he expects of you so you snake your hands under the layers of fabric dutifully.

You can’t help but tease him a bit, tracing the curve of his balls through the fabric of his expensive boxers. His hips jump forward and he bites out a warning that has you eager to feel the firm hotness of his bare cock in your hand. You shift forward to pull him free, and you keen at the sight of his cock.

A thatch of welcoming dark hair at the base, the length that puts your last boyfriend to shame, the pretty red-tinged head pulsing with a pearlescent shine of precum. Suddenly, you feel extremely empty.

The seam of your pajama shorts presses right where you need it, so you settle for rubbing your thighs together subtly for now. Your hand encases his length, starting with small gentle strokes that you know are doing nothing but driving him crazy. His stomach clenches and trembles as you start pumping him faster, relishing in the little jumps of his cock as your grip gets firmer.

“Feels so good,” the praise falls from him without thought and strikes a hot iron in your stomach, thighs rubbing together without much thought. “Pretty little hand on me like that, fuckin missed that.” The haze of arousal occupies you enough that you don’t allow yourself to overthink anything: instead taking the liberty to rub your thumb firmly over the tip of his cock. The precum aids your glide but you feel a devious idea sneak up on you and you promptly lean forward to spit directly onto his cock. The sound he makes is inhumane and you adore it, gobbling up the strained whimper of your name as he grasps your hair, hard.

Pleasure shoots down your spine at his grip and he grins slyly, calculating eyes shooting down to the quivering of your thighs. You don’t cease your hands, only adding the second to cup at his balls again while he appraises you. “My pretty little slut, spitting on my cock without me even asking.” He holds your hair harder, cocking your head just enough that you can’t look away from his smoldering eyes. “Are you my pretty little slut?”

You were expecting the question: a relic of your college aged trysts, but it still bowls you over like a semi truck.

“Y-yes, Jimin. ‘M your pretty little slut.” He grins so hard that his eyes scrunch and an approving sound rolls out of him. Your pussy throbs at that, hips canting forward as you mindlessly work your hands over his cock. “Do you need some help?” The grip on your hair disappears and you immediately miss it, the sting of your scalp serving as a beautiful reminder. It takes you a minute to decipher what he means, but the way his penetrating stare flickers between your eyes and your center clues you in. The seam of your shorts had been consistently stimulating you but not nearly enough for any kind of relief: you had soaked through them and your panties while Jimin spoke to you.

You pout at him and nod even though he really didn't need more persuasion. Jimin's quick to cup your pussy in his hand, rubbing his palm over the soaked fabric. Your grip on his cock tightens at his touch and he hisses approvingly, pressing harder against your pussy. You grind your hips upward in a bid to get him closer to your clit. The dull pressure of him cupping you entirely only heightens the neediness in your veins.

"Please, Jimin," you whine and petulantly drop your hands from him when he doesn't get the hint fast enough. Jimin arches a brow at you.

"Is this the game you wanna play, Y/N?" Only now do you realize that his hand has stilled as well, the heat of his palm radiating against your wetness. You shake your head, unable to bear the idea of being denied his touch any longer. "That's what I thought," he tuts. "Now be a good girl and keep touching me, and maybe I'll return the favor."

You immediately grasp for him again, making quick work of thumbing the vein running on the underside of his cock. Jimin returns the favor by honing in on your clit through the fabric of your shorts. You work each other in a lustful tandem, sharing moans until Jimin slips his fingers underneath the soaked layers of fabric on you. The feeling of his fingers on your bare pussy sends you reeling, hands doubling their work on him as he circles your clit with a nimble index finger.

"Fuck, Y/N, you're gonna make me fucking cum," his hips stutter wildly under your grip and you smile, dopey on the satisfaction and the energy building in your core.

"Wanna make you cum," you supply, squeezing the head of his cock lightly. Jimin grunts heartily, head tipping back against his shoulders and you know you have him right there. Triumph squeezes your heart as you make quick deliberate strokes across his cock.

You hear him cum before you feel it, the beautiful tone of his voice husked with arousal. His hips stutter and buck against your hand as his cum paints your top and your palm, the sticky wetness oddly satisfying to your lust addled brain. A laugh of disbelief leaves him as your hand finally loosens. His own hand comes back to life and you gasp; surprised by his renewed energy so soon after coming.

His chest heaves as he bares down over you, leaning your body back onto the plush mattress. His eyes skate down to the mess he made of your shirt and a devious smirk decorates his face.

"Hmm, maybe we should get you out of this messy shirt?" His voice is invariably playful again and you can't help the laugh that bubbles out of you.

"Oh, I guess if you insist..." you bat your eyes playfully as he dislodges his hand from your pussy. It leaves you feeling oddly cold, but the gentle tug at the bottom of your shirt distracts you.

"Can I?" The sheepish look on his face stuns you. After everything that had happened tonight, and all of the times he had taken the liberty of stripping you naked before, you're surprised to see the hesitation on his face.

"Yes, Jimin, if you're sure." You cup his face gently, thumbing the delicate metal of his lip ring. He nips at your fingertip and laves at the spot with his sinful tongue. The flush that stains your face is blocked by the fabric of your shirt as he shucks it off; and Jimin's gaze finds your tits immediately.

"So pretty," he pinches a nipple in reverence. "I missed these tits, Y/N. Missed you." You can't be sure if he meant to admit the last part, but hope strikes your heart regardless. He squishes your tits together and jiggles them, and for a second he's transformed back to the boyish college freshman he was when you first started to hook up; high on his new career as an athlete and the fame that came with it.

His tongue laves across the curves of your breasts, biting a bruise into the supple flesh right above your nipple. The pain transforms into arousal in a second, and your hips buck against him in silent question.

"Oh, can't have just half the outfit on, can we?" He dances his calloused fingers along the waistband of your tiny shorts before yanking them clean off, underwear easily going along with them. The rush of cool air that meets your pussy raises goosebumps along your skin.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll get you nice and warmed up again." Jimin cracks a feline smile and settles comfortably on his knees before parting your thighs. Wetness slicks between them and he hums in satisfaction.

His long hair tickles your legs and you already feel so overwhelmed that by the time he puts his mouth on you, your back is arching toward the ceiling. He presses a kiss to your pussy and the cold sting of his lip ring brings tears to your eyes. Jimin parts your lips with his fingers and allows himself to feast, licking you so thoroughly that you think this must be a holy experience.

Surely this is what divine intervention feels like: Park Jimin feasting on your pussy like a man starved, circling your clit with his tongue and teasing your throbbing entrance with his deft fingers. Your body is honed into every move he makes, and each twitch of his tongue and push of his fingers brings you closer to the sweet, blinding edge. Your hips squirm at the overwhelming sensations and Jimin nips at your clit in retaliation, throwing a strong arm over your lower stomach. Effectively holding you in place, he redoubles his efforts and slides two fingers home, stretching your walls at the same time he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks.

The hot wetness of your arousal, his mouth, the slip of his tongue against you, and the shockingly chilled press of that god damn lip ring send you into happy oblivion. An inhumane string of noises rips from your throat as you come, writhing against the sheets as white heat flashes behind your eyelids. You vaguely register Jimin's fingers pushing you through the high as he laps the last bits of arousal out of you.

"There's my pretty little slut," he purrs as you settle. Your thighs twitch as he pulls his hand away to smooth down the hairs sticking to your face. It takes you a few blinks to register the pretty grin on his face, but you return it with ease.

"Never get rid of that thing." You gesture vaguely to his mouth and a puff of laughter runs across your face. He tongues at it thoughtfully, and even though you had just come, your pussy throbs again.

"Funny, about an hour ago you were begging me to take it out."

You slap his chest noncommittally, still weakened from your explosive orgasm. Jimin pecks your forehead and you keen. A softness appears around his edges as he looks down on you; and even in your bare faced, sweaty state you feel adored.

"I missed you too," the words burst forward before you can rethink it. It'd been swimming around in your mind since you accepted your job offer and caught sight of him for the first time in years. Although neither of you were ever bold enough to make it official, there was no denying the magnetic attraction you shared.

"Fuck, I'm so glad you said that. I have so much I wanna talk to you about-" he presses another delicate kiss to the corner of your lips and you grin. "But I am so hard right now, can we please talk later?" He rolls his hips against you and the evidence is clear. Your brain blanks, replacing the fuzzy adoration with sharp, demanding need.

"Uh huh, talk later. Need you now." Jimin makes short work of his shirt at your approval. His instagram modeling presence has made you no stranger to the sight of his bared chest; but the toned muscles of his pecs and abs scramble your mind. His skin nearly twinkles under the light, and whether its a trick of your mind or the evidence of a very fancy moisturizer, you're just happy to be in his presence.

"Flip," he orders, voice devoid of the sweetness it held just moments before. A shiver wracks your spine as you follow his instructions, flipping onto your hands and knees and obediently curving your back. Jimin hums in praise and you feel renewed energy course through your veins.

He traces the curve of your ass, ghosting his touch around the sensitive skin. You can't see him but you can picture the self satisfied grin on his face as he relishes in the smooth skin. The touch of his lips against your full cheek shocks you and you rock forward into the bed. Jimin bites into the flesh firmly and you moan at the feeling of his sharp canines. You can imagine the blooming bruise that will be there by the morning, and the mere idea of the sore reminder of this night makes your core throb.

"Do you-" Jimin's words die in this throat. "Do you have any condoms?" The punch of reality has you sagging into the sheets. Of course you didn't. The last thing you expected was for this night to unfold like it did. Heavy disappointment weighs your heart.

"I didn't bring any, I haven't..." he trails off again and you wait a few breathless seconds for his words before you twist your upper body so you can see his face. His cheeks are flushed a rosy red that's so endearing your heart squeezes. If it weren't for his evident arousal you would think he had just woken up from a long, restful sleep.

"I haven't been with anyone in a while." He gives you a sheepish smile and you nod in understanding.

"Me either." The admission passes between the two of you like calm water, cooling the tension until a storm whips up in Jimin's eyes. His cocky grin returns as he palms himself.

"I'm clean, are you?" You nod, body reacting to his insinuation before your mind can fully catch up.

"I'm on the pill," you breathe the words as if you can't believe them, and Jimin looks absolutely ravenous. He runs two thick fingers up your pussy, gathering the heady arousal that already has you slippery and stretched for him.

"Gonna let me get in you raw, huh?" He shuffles forward until you can feel the tip of his cock pressed against your folds. He holds his cock against you with his thumb as he glides, careful not to enter you prematurely.

"If I woulda known all it took was a few years apart..." you huff a rueful laugh that transforms into a moan as he slips the head of his cock into you.

"Oh fuck-" Jimin wastes no time in sliding in until he is seated fully inside of you. Your walls pulse around him and you can feel drool pooling in your mouth. He takes a handful of each of your asscheeks and pulls your body against his own, a little experiment to see just how greedy your pussy is for him.

An obscene squelch sounds between your bodies and it only spurs Jimin into further action.

"Fucking perfect little ass and pussy swallowing me up." Jimin moves impossibly fast, taking care to sheath his entire cock inside of you hard before pulling out. Your finger nails rake through the comforter as the waves of pleasure ripple through you. Jimin's body encases your own, trapping you under the strength of his muscles and heat of his sweaty skin. With his chest pressed to your back, his cock drives into you at a brand new angle that makes your toes curl with delight. Jimin's sinful lips find a home at the juncture of your neck and he seems more than happy to decorate you with hickeys to match the one on your ass. The addicting drag of his cock pairs with the tickling cold of his lip ring each time his mouth lands on you, and the sensory overload has your stomach clenching.

You have completely lost control of your mouth and allowed the animalistic sector of your brain to take over as Jimin fucks you stupid. His own incoherent grunts vibrate against your neck in fragments. "Pretty...good little slut...fuck..."

Your eyes roll as he slows his thrusts, aiming for the perfect spot that makes your legs jelly. It only takes him a few moments to find it, and the world quickly becomes washed with tears.

You hiccup his name as he steadies a hand around your abdomen, sneakily playing with your clit.

"You gonna come for me, Y/N? Get my cock all nice and wet just like you're supposed to?" He braces his unoccupied hand overtop of you, clutching the headboard with flexing muscles. His presence is suffocating in the best possible way and you feel like you're drowning in Jimin.

"Such a perfect little pussy. So hot and wet for me all the time." His voice wavers and his thumb catches your clit just right. A dark chuckle graces your senses just as you tip into oblivion.

Your entire body contracts and shivers under him as you cum, Jimin's hips driving you forward until you collapse into the comforter in a fit of cries. It feels like you come forever, leaking waves of arousal around Jimin as his hips slap against your own.

"Good job, baby. I-I'm gonna come, you feel so good." You whine and plead for him, ready for the electric feeling of him filling you with his cum. You're still feeling shaky when he comes, driving his hips as far forward as possible as he fills you. Beautiful airy moans leave him as he grinds against you, relishing in the sloppy warmth of your mixed cum.

His hips slow their movement but his mouth never ceases, spilling praise and planting kisses along your back until he's spent. When he pulls out you instantly feel empty, whining as his cum slides out with him. Both of you are too spent to do anything about it, but Jimin watches with hooded eyes from beside you as it leaks onto the comforter. It's scary how suddenly the sleepiness hits you, and you reach near blindly for the man next to you.

You must look exhausted because he coos and pecks a kiss over your nose. "You can sleep here." You giggle and crack your eyes open and find him so close that you can see the irregularities of his teeth as he grins.

"Good, cause I'm not walkin' back to my room now. Even if I could walk, my clothes are ruined." His face flushes at the reminder of your debauchery. He licks his lips and your eyes catch on that damned lip ring again.

"You really will have to take that out for the games," you run your thumb across it again, obsessed with the feeling.

"I know," he whispers, and then his lips are ghosting over your own for permission. This kiss is nothing like the one you shared at the top of the night. It's gentle and slow and punctuated with a deep connection that runs years deep. Despite how much you had done tonight, this kiss feels the most intimate of all.

No more words need to be exchanged as he helps you sit up and walks you to the bathroom with some pajamas from his bag. He patiently waits outside as you pee-both of you agreeing that you weren't quite ready to be that available with one another- and he lends you a bit of his face wash in earnest.

The comforter is stripped from the bed by the time you're back, and he's pulled the extra pillows from the linen closet to accommodate for you. You shuffle under the sheets and are happy to find them just as silky as your own were. Jimin slips in next to you, fully clothed again, and promptly kills the bedside lamp.

Sleepiness overtakes you almost instantly then, and it's so dark that you rely on the pattern of his breath to gauge if Jimin is still awake.

"I'm sorry if I made things weird for all that time, I- I was just scared that I would say the wrong thing." You speak to the surrounding darkness, and for a minute you think that maybe you missed the short window of opportunity. But then Jimin gives a thoughtful hum, shuffling so that he can tuck your body against his chest. His response is muffled by your hair.

"It's okay. We were young and stupid last time. I hope you'll let us try again." Your heart swells and you hum in affirmation and snuggle back against him. "Tomorrow?" You offer, the hazy edge of sleep just seconds away.

"Tomorrow." Jimin agrees before your consciousness drops easily into dreamland.

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whorekneecentral · 1 year ago

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Mistletoe Means Kisses

Andy Robertson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: andy goes a little overboard, a fuck ton of mistletoe, so many kisses, he gives you a house tour even tho you live there, cheesy comments but that's just how andy is, one diss on Everton lmao, shower sex!, oral (m!receiving), face fucking, fingering, penetrative sex (p in v), trent gets bullied even tho he's not there.

Word Count: 1,449

Author's Note: okay so I didn’t know mistletoe didn’t have a smell but I always assumed it smelled minty so I’m going with that for the sake of the fic lol

merry smutmas series

The overpowering smell of mistletoe hits you when you walk into he house, your husband came up with his own plan while you were out.

Your husband was a romantic.

Most would see him as a jokester, which he was, but under all of that, Andy was the biggest sap you had ever met in your life.

Hence your lack of surprise when you returned home from work to see the bundle of mistletoe hanging over the front door. You smile, unlocking the door to meet the overwhelming smell of mint. Typically, you didn't mind the smell but god, this was overwhelming.

It was as if someone was shoving a mint plant up your nose.

"Andrew!" You shouted from the front door, kicking your shoes off. "What the hell is going on-" you're cut off, your husband's arm wrapped around your waist as he pulls you into a kiss, dipping you in the process.

"Hi beautiful," Andy smiles, letting you go.

You can't help but smile too. "Hi Andy." You gave him another kiss, "why does it smell like that in here?"

He grins, his big brown eyes already getting you to forgive him for whatever he's done. Andy's hand in yours, the man pulling you through the house, stopping under every doorway - there's a bundle of mistletoe hanging.

The living room, dining room, kitchen, bathroom, garage, basement, storage room, pantry, bedroom, office.

If there was a doorway, there was mistletoe hanging there.

You two were stopped in the kitchen currently, Andy's hands wandering down to your ass as he pulled you flush against him. Your husband kisses you and you feel yourself melt against him, the two of you making out like you were 20 again.

Pulling away finally, your hand rests on his chest. "Did you rob a mistletoe farm? Where did you even get all of this?"

"I bought out the nursery," he smiled proudly.

"How- Andy, what the hell? It's a week to Christmas, how did you manage to get him to do that ?"

It was no secret that the man who ran your local plant nursery was a bit of a scrooge. He was the grumpiest man in town, it didn't matter what you were buying plants or flowers for - Christmas, birthdays, valentines, anniversaries - he was always sour. He did have the freshest and the nicest flowers and plants in all of Liverpool.

"Promised him tickets for the Merseyside derby, he's an Everton fan." Andy makes a disgusted face, causing you to laugh.

"You didn't have to buy out the place, babe. You act as if I don't kiss you."

"what can I say?" Andy smiles, his brows raising in amusement. "I'm a romantic."

Shaking your head, you give him one last kiss. "I'm gonna take a shower, work was exhausting today." "Okay," Andy smiles, letting you go.

Making your way into the bathroom, you turn the shower on to warm up while you take your makeup off and undressed. Again, the smell of mint crept up on you and you can't seem to put your finger on it.

Looking around, you made sure you locked the bathroom door so it wasn't coming from the bundle hung above the door.

Finally, you spot it.

Somehow your husband used all his brain cells to get a bundle of mistletoe hung over the shower, tied on by a ribbon. You were fed up with the mistletoe already and you had only been home for 40 minutes.

Opening the bathroom door, you shout for your husband. "Andrew!"

The second Andrew since you've gotten home, he must really be in trouble. You can hear the footsteps up the stairs, the man holding the door frame as he rushed in, "what? What's going on? Are you okay?"

"What the fuck?" You point to the mistletoe above the shower. "How did you even get up there to put it there?"

Andy ignores your yelling and instead, shuts you up with a kiss.

You let him kiss you, slowly walking back to the shower. You push the door open, the stream bellowing out from behind you as you pull him into the shower, fully dressed, with you.

"Babe," he laughed, his clothes now soaked. "What are you doing?" Your hands slipping under his shirt, feeling the muscles along his torso, the were fabric clinging to your hands.

"I just think," you start, kissing down his jaw to his neck. Andy's head tilts, giving you space. "That I should kiss you," you whispered, moving down to his collarbone and there's the spot you were looking for - a whimper slipping past Andy's lips. "Properly." You tell him, sinking down onto your knees in front of him.

It takes Andy a second to gather himself, as if his brain hadn't caught up to what was happening in front of him.

Once it does, he pulls his shirt off, watching as you undo his pants. He steps out of them, his hand tangled in your hair as your lips wrap around the tip of his cock, tongue circling the tip.

His hand reaches for you to pull you forward. His cock in your mouth, your own hands on his thighs as you feel him push your head down to take all of him.

“Your mouth was made just for me hm?” He asks, looking down at you.

Your hair wrapped around his hand as he controls the pace, your head bobbing up and down, lips wrapped around him and your tongue running over the vein on the underside of his cock.

Andy's hand moves from your hair to your jaw, holding in place as his hips thrusts forward. His grip on your jaw tighter now, fucking your throat. There’s spit running down your chin, your eyes watery as you look up at him and Andy just smiles, brushing the hair away from your face.

He pulls you up from the floor, wiping your chin off before he kisses you again. He turns you, the two of you standing directly under the water. He takes another step, leading you to rest your back on the cold tile wall.

His hand shifts to rest on your hip, giving it a squeeze before moving down to pull your leg up a bit to rest on the edge of the tub. Your head rests on the wall when Andy slips two fingers into you.

Your hand gripping on his shoulder, “Andy, fuck- oh, that, do that again.” You ramble out in one breath, chest heaving, his fingers curling upwards.

He loved when you praised him, telling home. how good he makes you feel. Andy brings you just to the edge of your orgasm before he stops, moving his fingers to your mouth.

Before you could complain, Andy had pushed his lips past your lips.

“Suck,” He tells you, feeling your tongue lap his fingers. Meanwhile, his other hand is wrapped around his cock, rubbing it along your slit, slapping on your clit a few times.

“Baby,” you whimper, eyes pleading with him, “fuck me.” You beg, your hand wrapped around his wrist.

Not having the heart to deny you anymore, Andy hooks your leg on his hip instead of resting it on the ledge. He pushes into you, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. His lips met yours, a hand resting on your hip to keep you up as he fucked you, your body welcoming him like he belonged there.

His other hand rests on your cheek, pulling your focus to him. “I love you,” he whispers against your lips.

“Hm I love you,” you say back, your hand resting on his jaw.

He can feel you squeezing his cock, your eyes fluttering closed. Andy pats your jaw lightly, “look at me,” he tells you. “If you want to cum, open your eyes.”

You give in, your eyes opening a little and his thrusts are sloppy, you know he’s just as close as you are. A few more thrusts and you’re over the edge, calling his name as you do.

The two of you were tangled in each other for another minute or two before you decided to wash away the mess you had just made before you got out of the shower.

Andy sits on the edge of the bathtub, towel around his waist as he watches you brush your hair. You walk over to him, the silk robe swayed as you did, standing between his legs.

his hand rests on your butt, head tipped back as you brushed his hair for him. "You'll have to take some of the mistletoe down, it's giving me a headache babe."

Andy nods. "I'll give it to Trent, he seems like he's bad at romance."

You pinched his jaw lightly, "don't be mean, he's still your vice captain," you joked, kissing his nose.

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the-illiterate-pirate · 2 years ago

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La Squadra NSFW headcanons because I'm feral ♡

Cut for length (and content ofc)

Risotto

- Literally one of the most vanilla guys you'll meet in the Mafia. Don't get me wrong my man has his kinks but he's pretty bare bones

- Contrary to popular belief he's not a big fan of blood play and doesn't like to mix work with intimate affairs. He does have a bit of an oral fixation (giving and receiving) and really likes saliva though

- His member is pretty average sized actually. I mean compared to this mountain of a man it may look a bit small but trust me, he knows how to use it

- Does in fact have a cock piercing. It's a magic cross, have fun looking that up. Apparently it helps stimulate too

- His favorite position is cowgirl

Prosciutto

- Sleeps around a lot tbh but really wants to settle down with a special someone after leaving the gang

- Honestly I would not trust him with aftercare he thinks it's lighting a cigarette with a glass of (insert liquor because idk wtf Italians drink)

- Super lazy but can be a really good brat tamer if you push him

- Doesn't have a daddy kink but loves being called "Sir" and likes a power imbalance

- Will smack that ass and it will hurt

- Will fall asleep after finishing his glass but will at least offer to cuddle

Pesci

- Dreams of becoming the perfect man in bed. But I mean he's already got 5/5 stars with aftercare so he's halfway there. Like he can be buck naked and shaking but he'll still ask you if you're okay and try to comfort you afterwards

- Has the BIGGEST dick in the group I won't take criticism or notes my man is PACKING HEAT he just doesn't know how to use it (yet) take caution

- Low-key a masochist and likes to be bossed around but can be a little fragile, please be good and make sure to check up on him uwu. If things get too heavy he might try to force himself to do something to the point he ruins the experience for himself :( communication is key with him

- On a lighter note he VERY MUCH enjoys queening/kinging and will gladly let you sit on his face

- PRAISE HIM PLEASE HE'S A GOOD BOY TRYING HIS BEST AND HE NEEDS TO KNOW IT

Formaggio

- Okay yes he likes pet play are you happy. Luckily he's a major bisexual switch so it can go both ways. He likes being your good puppy <3

- STOP GIVING RISOTTO THE SIZE KINK WHEN IT RIGHTFULLY BELONGS TO THIS KING HIMSELF. He WILL use his Stand on you when you least expect it because he's an ass this is your warning

- Like stated before big switch energy, is a nasty dom when he wants to be but will only bottom if you soft dom him because he does not believe in equality

- He FALLS ASLEEP IMMEDIATELY afterwards and he SNORES because he HATES HIS S/O /j

- Also really loves oral and giving sloppy head. Mf DROOLS EVERYWHERE

Illuso

- Likes to act like a bad bitch but loves when he gets pampered like he will melt if you play with his hair

- Another switch (like most of the JoJo cast but whatever) but it's easier for him to bottom because he's lazy.

- LOVES receiving overstimulation for some reason like suck this man dry until he cries he'll be living it up. Safe words exist for a reason and he use it to his (dis)advantage

- VOICE KINK !! All types of noises from you can get him off. With good ole' Lulu it's important to be vocal, tell him how you feel, make noise, dirty talk, the whole nine yards

- Has a little issue with self worth so like praise this baby, worship this baby, he'll be in heaven

- Shockingly? Pretty good with aftercare

Ghiaccio

- Oh my god it's so easy for him to get overwhelmed and he HATES IT I'm begging for your sake treat him gently

- Easy to fluster because he's pretty new to relationship stuff and he'll need you to show him the ropes. You could very well be one of his first, sex is very intimate for him and he'd like to stick with one person

- Low-key bites

- Due to Stand reasons his limbs are very cold, he will use this against you

- I said Risotto was vanilla but man Ghia might take the cake, he's a bit of a stiff when it comes to the bedroom, but that isn't always bad. He likes good old missionary and making sure he takes care of you, but if he's overly stressed he'll give you the reigns for the night

- If all goes well, and he isn't overstimulated, sex actually really helps him relax, he's a lot more bubbly afterwards and likes to stay up with you, talking, drinking water (but not eating anything because he refuses to have crumbs in the bed)

Melone

- Has the WEIRDEST fixation on bodily fluids like I get where he's coming from but WHY

- As smooth as a baby. Everywhere. We think he waxes but we haven't seen proof yet. He's also got a pretty dick.

- Ribbons, ropes, chains, leather, he's a really big fan of restraints as long as there's a safe word and you're both on the right track

- Totally down to try anything, just ask. He's eager to please.

- Yes.... He has a breeding kink. He wants a big family

- Idk what you call it but pls pls pls let him suck on your titties while you jerk him off. He can die happily

- Really likes the 69 position (with him on top)

Sorbet & Gelato

- Buy one get one free, you cannot get one without the other let's make that clear. They're both sadistic meanies and will not let you top

- Double penetration or spit roasting is a MUST

- Being in a relationship with each other for so long they've gotten good with aftercare, Gelato is more touchy feely while Sorbet is all about snacks and vitamins

- Sorbet bites, Gelato fucking claws. They're both very into marking you up everywhere and love the embarrassment they get from you

- They love you, they really do... But sometimes they can get a little caught up in the moment with their own makeout sessions

- Afterwards you all just collapse into a pile of limbs lol

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copias-fluffy-asscheeks · 2 years ago

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NSFW Copia HCS

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He's been a switch all his life, having bottomed more at first, and in his time as cardinal due to a lack of confidence and or inexperience he preferred to let another take the lead, but now as Papa he's got more confidence(at least when donning the paint, it boosts his confidence a lot) and he is comfortable topping more, but still likes to be taken charge off at times.

Topping or bottoming, I don't care. this man is noisy and loud as FUCK. Whimpering, whining, moaning, gasping, groaning, babbling, begging and growling, you name it.

He doesn't really have any sort of favorite position, but he does enjoy cowgirl a lot, and he WILL have you (s)creaming and seeing stars during doggy style.

Ever the pleaser, this guy has the biggest oral fixation. And with big I mean HUGE (wink wink.)

Like. If you identify as female and or wear panties, he'll ask you if he can take them if you'll be gone for a bit, if he leaves for tour or anything, or he'll just keep them in his room. Whatever the circumstances he'll take them, lay them out on his face and inhale your scent like it's cocaine. He'll lick at the fabric to taste you and smell you as he jacks off to the thought of eating you out.

If you are a guy or identify as one, he'll stick his fingers down his throat and suck them, or beg you to let him suck your fingers. (Or your cock, of course, strap on or a real one, he doesn't care.)

Gender does not matter at all. Ass is ass, taints are taints. Thighs are thighs.

If you peg him or yall do anal, bend him over a desk, counter top, table, anywhere. He is a sucker for feeling helpless and letting you rail him up the ass like a good little boy.

Praise kink. PRAISE. KINK. As cardinal, hearing a partner tell him how good he was was infernal paradise. He felt so small and like he wasn't enough, and there you were calling him nice things and praising him, it hit him like music to his ears and he'd disparately hump your leg as you kept on his running your hand through his hair and praising him.

Even as a papa, even though he has more confidence, he still loves being praised, he works so hard, and hearing you call him a good boy as he does whatever you ask, or even when he's topping, he melts.

Is he an old man? Yes. Are those hips SMOOTH AS FUCK? Yes. Like, we have all seem the Jesus He Knows Me vid. The way his hips thrust and sway so smoothly while the rest of his entire body is just still, just hanging there? That hip control. Yes please.

No matter if he puts on a tough act, he'll always end up begging and whimpering even though he's in control whenever he's about to cum.

He's a sucker for some cuddle sex. Just laying there whilst you slowly make love, still in a spooning position and hearing all your soft gasps and pleas is hypnotizing.

Definitely gets you juice boxes and chocolates (and lots of kisses and snuggles) as aftercare, making sure your sugar levels are right.

Perhaps he'll give you a massage too if you're sore and you allow him.

bite his thighs.

Lick and suck at his nipples. They are sensitive. Play with them for long enough and he'll easily cum from just that, it's perfect.

Leave hickeys and marks on his insecurity and you will never hear him complain about them again. Connected to the praise kink, he loves some worship, giving, but most definitely receiving too. His cute soft tummy deserves lots of kisses.

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A/N: Kind of short but I'm having brain errors and I can't think of anything, but once my errors are over perhaps I'll make a part two to this.

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loveisnotovertae · 11 months ago

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Love is Not Over

✏️Taehyung x OFC ✏️Friends to Lover AU 🛑 Rated 18+ 📖WC:1613 ⚠️Mentally abusive and controlling ex, stalking, mention of anxiety cheating, COVID, drinking, drunk hookup, masturbation, oral, accidental marriage, accidental pregnancy⚠️

Mae always wanted to go to South Korea and visit all the places her Aunt and Uncle used to tell her stories about. So after catching her fiancè cheating, she did just that. Her two month trip turned into a permanent stay thanks to covid lockdown. A friendly neighbor turned best friend, who just so happened to be part of the biggest music group in the world. A drunken night that changed her life forever.

Chapter 20

Mae listened to Taehyung talk with ARMY while she went through the last of the listings that the realtor sent over. The past week had been busy to say the least. She and Taehyung’s mom, along with the security team the company hired, would spend their days checking out different locations for Wander.

Her nights were late and her days started early. She was tired and wanted nothing more than to sleep in her own bed, but her things were still packed away because she hadn’t had time to do anything.

When Taehyung called a few hours ago he mentioned that he planned to go live. So once again when she found herself awake and stressed in the middle of the night, she decided to turn it on. That was almost two hours ago.

“Everyone,” Taehyung said as Mae finished up her pros and cons list. “Before I end this, we need to have a discussion.”

For the first time since she turned on the live Mae put down her papers and looked at her phone. Just one look into his eyes as he thought of what to say next, Mae knew what he was going to do.

“I’ve read your comments, and I’ve seen your questions.”

“Oh, this should be good.” Mae chuckled, then opened a new tab on her computer to bring up the stream before turning it off of her phone.

“I’m not the only person this involves, and I’m not sure what she’ll feel comfortable with me saying.”

When Taehyung paused to read the fast moving chat, Mae took the opportunity to send him a quick text. “I’m watching. Say whatever you feel comfortable saying.” When he picked up his phone and smiled at the camera, she quickly texted back. “No to whatever just came across your mind. Remember you’re live.”

Taehyung laughed before going back to talking with his fans. “We haven’t publicly come out and said anything. Just as we were getting ready to let everyone know, there was an article released. So let me clear up a few things. I met Mae roughly two years ago through a friend. When I met her she wasn’t with anyone nor was she engaged. She’d ended it with that person before she even came to Seoul a year prior. I’m not going to say what happened between them, that’s not my story to tell. She’d been living in Seoul for almost a year when I met her. I asked her out two months later. She was hesitant at first because of that previous relationship. It took me a few tries before she said yes,” Taehyung snorted.

Mae cocked an eyebrow at the story he was telling. “I think this asshole rehearsed this,” she laughed.

“Our marriage wasn’t a ‘drunken mistake.’ I proposed to her on our one year anniversary.” Taehyung paused and read the chat. “No, I'm not going to tell you how I did it,” he laughed. “I’ll just say this, it involved a picnic and someone we both very much adore carrying the ring. Anyways,” he said, taking a drink. “I’m not really sure what came over us on our trip to Jeju. We were already in the process of planning our wedding for next year. So we weren’t in a hurry. When we walked by the chapel, after our date at the Jazz Club, we both just looked at each other and had the same idea. So we did it. Now for the annulment papers. I’m the one that had them done just in case. I know we both made the decision to get married that day. But Mae, being the independent woman she is, had a few things she wanted to do before we married. We’d discussed that when we first got engaged and I guess while we were in the moment we forgot that. So I went to my lawyer’s and had him fill out the paperwork just in case.” Taehyung adjusted in his seat and sighed. “I’m not a perfect person. Nobody is. Mae was upset with what I did. She had every right to be. If I was in her place I would’ve been too. While she was here we talked and I immediately called my lawyer and had him get rid of it. I don’t know how that person got the information. But I want to officially let you all know that I am married. Mae is a beautiful, kind, loving, goofy woman. She makes me very happy.”

Mae tilted her head and made a mental note to ask him when he came up with all of this the next time she talked to him.

Taehyung read out one of the many questions in chat, “Do I love her? Yes,” Mae’s eyes widened and her heart stopped when she saw the serious look on his face as he stared directly into the camera. “I fell in love with her the first time I saw her. I fell in love with her when the first words she spoke to me were a jumbled mess.”

Mae let out a small laugh and whispered, “Jimin container kimchi mom empty.”

“I fell in love with her the first time she smiled. I fell in love with her the first time she laughed. I fall in love with her more and more everyday.”

She sat there silently and stared into Taehyung’s eyes through the screen. Was he really telling the truth? And why did the thought of Kim Teahyung being in love with her bring butterflies to her stomach and bring a stupid smile to her face?

Mae was pulled out of her thoughts when Taehyung’s laughter filled the silent apartment. “Don’t worry guys, she knows that my heart also belongs to you, ARMY. My heart is big enough to love both of you.”

Mae waited until Taehyung finished his goodbyes and then texted him. “You’ve got some explaining to do, Kim Taehyung.”

It took awhile before he replied, she figured it was because he was giving a manager back their phone. When he did she was cleaning up for bed.

Mae, have you slept yet?

Don’t you weasel your way out of this, Tae. I have a lot of questions.

Haha, I’m not trying to weasel my way out of anything. And I’m taking that as a no. Get some sleep, Mae. It’s late and you get grouchy when you’re tired.

I do not!

Whatever you say, sunshine. Get some sleep and I’ll explain everything later. I promise.

Ugh, fine.

Goodnight, Mae. Have sweet dreams of me.

Mae rolled her eyes and put her phone on the charger before curling up on the couch. Her plan for tomorrow was to get answers and attempt to get her room set up. Or at least arranged so she didn’t have to climb over things to get to her bathroom. It was the only day she didn’t have things planned and the guys were due back in five days.

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hippiemisfit · 1 year ago

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Hush (J.K.) 8

Chapter Eight- Gate

pairing: jungkook x oc reader

word count: 2,678

warnings: angst, fear, intimidation, smut (fingering, mention of oral sex and penetrative sex)

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I looked at Jungkook and it was like he didn't even hear the remark Hoodie made. In fact, it looked as if he was frozen in time.

I nudged him but he didn't budge. "Jungkook," I said trying to garner his attention but to no avail.

"He can't hear you love. Now anyway back to this panda and burrito." Hoodie started to say but I cut him off.

"Can you just not. What do you want anyway?" I said already annoyed by his presence.

He gasped as if I offended him," Well I never. And here I thought we were getting along pretty well since last night. You remember last night right," he said as he got closer to me. "Me. You. Lavender scented water. Steamy make out scene. You couldn't have forgotten that quickly."

I rolled my eyes and gave him a 'really' look," Last night shouldn't have happened. I kissed a shadow head and made out with him the bathtub. I'd rather forget about it. Now once again, what do you want? Me and Jungkook are working on something so I need you to unfreeze him or whatever you did to him. I don't have time for whatever stunt you're trying to pull so just leave."

He scoffed and mumbled something under his breath.

"What?" I asked. "You should speak up if you're going to talk."

He cleared his throat," I didn't say anything but be ready to go out tonight."

"What do you mean be ready to go out tonight? What is happening tonight?"

"You'll find out." he said before he disappeared right before my eyes. I stared into the space that he was in until I heard my vibrate on the table. I picked it up and saw that it was Jungkook making me look over at him to see that he was unfrozen. I looked down at my phone and saw that he was texting my name over and over again to get my attention, which brings to question. Was he frozen to me or was I frozen to him? He waved a hand in my face to garner my attention once again. Once he saw I was paying attention, he pointed at his computer screen that had a picture of a panda on it. He held up his hand and gave me a thumbs up which I nodded to.

"Umm yeah sure." I said as he went back to the word document to insert it.

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We had gotten half of the book done when I took him home. It was still a little light outside when he left since I'm not the biggest fan of driving at night. Pulling up to house, made mine seem small in comparison at the look of it. I could tell his family was loaded and by the looks of it, it has to be old money. As he hopped out, he gave me a wave before I pulled out of his driveway and headed home. Luckily the drive back wasn't long and I got home before it got pitch black.

When I got inside, I locked the door and headed upstairs to go and lay down for the night. I hadn't realized how tired I really was until I got to the top of the stairs. I didn't even feel like putting on my pajamas but I knew I didn't want to fall asleep in these clothes. I turned on my bedroom light and went to my pajama drawer to pull out a set. I took off my clothes and bra as I put on a cropped tank top and shorts.

I drug myself over to turn off the light switch and laid down on the bed, closing my eyes. I took in a deep breath as I started to drift off to sleep. But before I could, I sensed another presence in the room causing me to snap my eyes open. I tried to sit up and look around the room but I couldn't move my body no matter how hard I tried. The lights cut on making me close my eyes to avoid the attack of brightness. Once I felt like I could open them, I opened them to see Hoodie standing by the light switch. Next thing I knew, he was laying beside me on the bed, propped up on his elbow.

I tried to open my mouth to speak but it felt as if it were sewn shut. He brought his other hand over and ran a finger on my face. He gave my lips a light tap before he traveled down my body, bypassing my breasts and stopping at the hem of my shorts.

"You know what you said earlier wasn't all that nice, saying that you don't have time for my stunts? Like he's more important than me or something. But what really took the cake was you saying that last night was a mistake and shouldn't have happened. Like we had last night wasn't special. All because you had another man in this house, that I didn't even give you permission to let in the house," he growled out as he pinched my exposed skin. "All I could think about was how much I wanted to cause so much pain when I left."

He brought his hand back up to my breath and lightly squeezed making me whimper, "If you're thinking I'm talking your little boy toy, you're wrong." He squeezed rougher this time but I couldn't move away from his grip even if I wanted to. "No I want to cause you and only you pain right now. I want to mark you up and brand you so that you know who you belong to. I thought my marks all over your neck would've gotten it through your head that you're mine but I guess not. I was going to punish you harshly until you gave me that peep show a minute ago so I'll go a little easier on you but don't think you're off the hook."

I felt a tear escape from my eye and he brought his face up to mine. I stared up at his shadowed face and a part of me wished to see his face. He stuck his tongue out and licked my tear away, letting out a moan. "Whew," he shook like he was experiencing a rush," is there more where that came from?"

His brought his hand back down and this time went under my shorts causing more tears to escape and a whimper to come out. "Shhhhh," he said licking more of my tears away, "I promise I'll make you feel so good."

He started to lightly rub me through my panties and I tried to hold in my moan at how good it felt. I feel like my body is betraying me by how wet I could feel myself starting to become and he could tell. "You're getting so wet for me baby. I can feel you soaking right through your little panties. I bet if I pulled your shorts down, you'd be dripping all over the bed." He said as he started sucking on my neck. I couldn't help the moan that came out as he pressed down harder.

That made him get on top of me and pull my shorts and panties all the way off of me. I felt a shiver go through me as the cold air hit my warm center but it didn't last for long. He cupped my center before giving it a hard smack. My body jolted from the brunt of the slap and I knew I was back in control. I tried to back away from him but he held me still. "Don't run." he said pulling me back how he had me. He ran his fingers up and down my slit before he started circling my clit. I let out another moan and threw my head back at the rapid pace he picked up.

"Oh fuck yes." I blurted out.

He let out a chuckle and brought his finger to my entrance. As he was about to push his fingers inside, I moved away slightly which didn't go unnoticed by him. He let out a growl as a warning as he formed a tight grip on my right leg. "Don't make me paralyze you again," he warned as he brought his fingers back to my entrance. "You just need to relax and take a deep breath. I'm going to start with one." he said as he eased a finger inside of me. I let out a whimper in discomfort but did what he said and let out a deep breath as I relaxed around his finger.

Once he felt me relax a little bit, he picked up a steady pace. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I threw it back in pleasure. I couldn't help but to grind into his finger as I felt my juices drip out.

"You're so fucking tight baby. Your pussy is gripping so tight on my finger that I know I'll have to stretch you out before I dick you down," his grip on my leg tightened, "I can't wait to fuck you."

I let out another moan at his words.

"Oh so you like that?" he chuckled out as he added another finger. I let out a light hiss but soon the burn was gone and the pleasure was back. He picked up the pace and I let out a load moan.

"You like feeling my fingers deep in your pussy?" He asked gruffly. "Like feeling me deep inside of you? I bet you taste so good," he said as he pulled his fingers out making me whine in protest. He brought his hands up to what I assume was his mouth and let out a groan. "Fuck you taste so sweet. I want to eat you out but I'll settle on fingering you for now." he said before he slammed his fingers back inside me at an inhuman pace. I tried to run away from him again but he held me down again. "Quit. Fucking. Running," he growled out as I felt myself get closer to the edge.

"I think I'm about to cum," I whined out as I felt the belt about to snap. A few more thrusts of his fingers and I know I'll be cumming soon.

He brought himself up my body and latched onto my neck. I could feel him leave even more hickies on my neck from how harsh he was sucking. He ran his tongue to soothe the marks he left as he pulled back to growl into my face.

"You going to cum for me Mahj? Hmm?" he asked. I nodded my head and let out a small yes.

"Yeah?" he repeated. I nodded again and felt myself starting to cum when he ripped his fingers out. I glared at him as he hopped off the bed and stood at the end of it.

"What the fuck? I was about to cum," I exclaimed.

"I know. Now put some clothes on so that we can go," he said.

"I'm not going anywhere with you," I said as I brought my fingers to my clit to finish myself off. Before I could put my fingers inside of me, he was on me in an instant as he slapped my hands away. He brought a hand to my throat and gave it a squeeze as he growled out," You do not get to touch yourself. I didn't let you cum for a reason. So that you'll know that this pussy is mine. Not yours, Jungkook's, or anyone else's. Mine. Now put on your pants and let's go." he said as he backed off and threw my panties at me.

I glared at him as I put my wet panties back on and shivered from the sensation. I hopped off the bed and pushed past him to grab some clothes.

"Don't take too long. We don't want to be late." he said as I pulled out something to wear. I heard the door close as I grabbed my bra off the floor to put it back on. I quickly went into the bathroom to clean up down there and changed my panties quickly.

I ran my fingers through my hair and put it in a ponytail. I went back in the room and put on a cropped black shirt, some high-waist jeans, and a plaid flannel to top it off. I threw on my black UGGS and headed downstairs where I figured he had gone.

When I got downstairs, I expected him to be standing there waiting for me but instead he was playing with Poco on the floor. I couldn't hold back the chuckle that escaped my lips as I took in the sight. I can't believe that Death himself is sitting on my floor playing tug of war with my dog. If it weren't for the no head thing under the hood, you would think he was just a normal person and it looked like he was enjoying playing with him too.

He was enjoying playing with you too.

He must've heard me come down the stairs and laugh because he got up off the floor and came over to me. I could feel his eyes take in my outfit but he didn't say anything about it. He held out his hand to me for me to take. I hesitantly placed my hand in his and he gave it a slight squeeze.

"Close your eyes." he said.

"Why?" I asked.

"I don't want you getting sick on me from how fast we're about to be moving so it's best that you do. I don't have time to clean up after you. We're on a tight schedule anyway. Now close them," he urged.

I rolled my eyes but still closed them, "I have school in the morning, so I can't be out too late. Make this quick."

"Yeah, yeah." he said as I felt a gust of wind and then it felt like I was floating on air. I wanted to open my eyes but I was too scared to. I don't know if he was kidding or not when he said that I would throw up so I don't want to take any chances.

I felt us stop moving and once I felt settled back in my body, I opened my eyes and saw that we were standing in front of a gate. I tried to read the lettering on top of the gate but I could only make out one word in the dark. Cemetery.

"What are we doing at an entrance to a cemetery?" I asked.

"This isn't just an entrance to a cemetery love, it's the entrance to Hell that happens to look like one to a cemetery."

"What?!" I yelled out, snatching my hand out of his that I didn't realize I was still holding. I went to take a step back but ended up bumping into him instead.

"I'm pretty sure you heard what I said when I spoke at a regular volume, so there's no need for you to yell."

I whipped around to face him, I could barely make out his figure in the dark but I was able to poke a finger on his chest.

"Why would you bring me to Hell?!" I yelled at him again.

"There you go again with the yelling and I told you that we are going to be having fun together when we first met. Remember that?" he asked as he took my finger off of his chest. He pulled me into his arms and held me tight. I could feel my anxiety start to build up at the thought of what he might say next.

"Well the fun's just beginning," he let me out of his embrace and turned me back around to face the gate. "Let's go," he snapped his fingers and the gate started to open.

Fuck my life.

#jungkook smut #jeongguk smut #jungkook x black reader #jungkook x plus size reader #bts smut #bts x black reader #bts x black girl #bts x plus size reader #bangtan smut

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dzamie · 2 years ago

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You are the reason why I had to block the vore tag but at least you're the good kind of vore fetishist: the swallowed by a cartoon snake type. Your kind are paragons of decency and are practically vanilla compared to the other vore fetishists who are into butchering/dismemberment. Those guys should definitely have their locations monitored. Anyways now that I've written this out, I think I've made a great defense of pornographic expression. The deeper we make the pool of degeneracy, the more tolerant we can become of harmless weirdos.

I'm sure you mean well (and I write this answer light-heartedly), but I advocate for tolerance of "the other vore fetishists" you mention, not just "the good ones." None of us are truly based until all of us are based, or whatever. Besides, shit, you're a 40k fan, right? That setting is creaming its metaphorical pants over gore and snuff, and dollars to donuts many of its fans do, too.

I might even take mock-offense at being called a "swallowed by a cartoon snake type." I didn't write a green about futa!Chrysalis/Anon cockvore with partial cum digestion, autofellatio, and full normal digestion, just for someone to insinuate I'm only into snake pred oral vore :P

...

...heh. "AWRIGHT, YOU GITZ! I'Z DA BIGGEST PRED, SO I'Z DA WUN IN CHARGE!! ANYONE FINK OVVERWIZE, 'EY'LL JUS' MAKE ME BIGGA!!"

#text #vore related #asks #rawrs #wealmostaneckbeard

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tuggersc0ck · 2 years ago

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How much of a mouthful is Tugger? How do each of his partners take it?

I'm gonna actually answer a question on this blog Damn it

Tugger is a very generous cummer, usually shooting off a pretty big load followed up by a secondary smaller one.

Bombalurina is a certified throat goat, so she is able to swallow everything with ease, not releasing him until she is sure she's gotten it all. She's also in tune with Tugger's body so she always knows when he's about to cum without him needing to tell her, and when she knows he's close she will take him all the way down her throat to ensure she gets very last drop.

Misto doesn't really give blowjobs all that often, preferring to be on the receiving end. But on the rare occasion he does give Tugger one, he prefers swallowing as well, mostly because he doesn't want to spend time cleaning it off his fur. Unlike Bombalurina though, Tugger will let Misto know when he's about to cum, usually gripping the back of his head while he comes down his throat.

Teazer is the exact opposite, she enjoys giving oral but isn't the biggest fan of swallowing. She does love cum shots though and Tugger is always happy to oblige her.

Then my OC Artemis always does their best to swallow everything he gives them. He's a bit rougher with Artemis than he is with his other mates since Artemis prefers him being in complete control when they suck him off. Tugger is a generous cummer though and despite Artemis' best efforts every time, they always have some dribbling down the sides of their mouth when he's done with them. And Tugger loves seeing them lick up whatever they didn't manage to swallow.

#I answered a thing finally #i gotta use this blog more

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papirouge · 2 years ago

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What jpop artists do you like? Lately ive been getting into some like perfume, and sheena ringo or even vintage ones like pink lady or candies. Ive also heard lots of good things about hikada utaru, but aparently she identifies as nonbinary now?! Does it make me petty not to want to listen to her just because of that? Like i expected better of Japan artists but i guess even they can be delulu like american artists...

Yeah, there's been a whole discourse with Hikaru Utada because she suddenly said she didn't want to be described with gendered pronouns such as "Ms." before her name (and instead use Mx. or something like that). It's interesting to note that Hikki is fluent in English, and there was hardly any chance that someone who only speaks Japanese get so nitpicky about pronouns. 'Ms' doesn't really exist in Japanese, and actually Japanese is a pretty non gendered language (even less than English). So it's really interesting how the linguistic influence of the West took a toll of her. This statement was clearly dedicated to her Western audience, the only that would consistently use pronouns to describe her. However, she never stated she wanted to he called "she/they/them" or whatever.

Music wise, I'm not really fond of her music. I really like her 'ULTRA BLUE' album (which is famous for "Passion" which was Kingdom Hearts 2 theme) and some songs here and there though. Hikki is famous for having Jpop most groundbreaking debut at only 16 years old with "Automatic" (this song aged like fine wine tbh) by 1)being one of the biggest selling record in Japan 2)shoving R&B element in her music which was very outstanding at that time. The fact that she wrote at such a young age (and still do) all her lyrics + is fluent in English gave her a very solid 'ace' aura, and die hard fans who still to this day will jump on your throat if you 'dare' criticize their queen lol I remember someone who said that even her most upbeat/positive songs (Keep tryin', COLORS, Traveling…) always had a sad & melancholic era, and I think that's the most accurate description of her music, maybe that's why I have a hard time listening to her albums bc they (beside 'ULTRA BLUE' and 'HEART STATION' which are imo her most lighthearted ones) have this very downer, softdoom vibe~

That being said, it would be ridiculous to not listen to her just bc she has pronouns anon lol It's pretty funny how some people are getting so cranky abt pronouns-having artists and boast about how refuse to entertain anything that they do....but will have issue to keep watching/listening to movies/music of predators, sex pest and convicted rapists lmao

I always got a weird vibe from Sheena Ringo and never got remotely interested in her music. The rumors about she being a closeted Japanese nationalist just bc of her NIPPON album era (where she had her audience wave Japanese imperial flags) are insane though lmao Hopefully those people have the same energy to call out Miley Cyrus for being an American Nationalist for her song "Party in the USA" where she dances before a giant American flag 🤡

I hardly listen to new Japanese artists anymore. I replied to an ask not too long ago where I professed my love for Ayumi Hamasaki (her 10 first year of career were pristine - she really should've retired at her 10 years Complete Singles best album momentum because everything after that has pretty much been trash tbh). Her album LOVEppears is probably my favorite album of all time 🥴

I'll never be over how cute she looks on "Fly High" MV (one of my favorite of her - those platform shoes + micro short + glittery sweatshirt combo will never get old / this MV is 23 years old and that outfit is still KICKIN #legendary)

Also pretty random because that's not a band that I'm checking like that, but THE ORAL CIGARETTES 'UNOFFICIAL' album is an absolute no skip banger. I hardly remember a Jrock album that got me hooked like that those last few years😳

I have so many other Japanese acts that I love it's really insane (I am more savvy of Japanese music that western one).

Soloist wise, I grew up in womanhood listening to Kana Nishino and her music is literally the soundtrack of my early 20s. We were born only a month apart and felt so connected to her and her songs. She truly has a special place in my heart. Her debut & sophomore albums 'LOVE one.' and 'to LOVE' got 20 years old me on a CHOKEHOLD! "Motto" got me crying all my tears off a dusty lmaoooo😭 it's insane how her songs matched with my life - we truly had a connection

Tomiko Van and Kana Nishino are Jpop best vocalists imo ELLEGARDEN (rip) and ART-SCHOOL are my favorite bands of all time. ASIAN KUNG FU GENERATION and UVERworld had a decent run in the 2000s. Perfume is still kicking.....but I don't really catch up with them anymore cause I've been trying to cut out secular music off my playlist

#answered #Ayumi Hamasaki

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 1 year ago

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"MOUTH SICK" FREE VERSION I'm pretty sure I got all of it changed out. But if I missed anything, please let me know.

ORIGINAL VERSION

@k-shire Here you go ;)

Potential TW ::: Difficulty conceiving.

C/W ::: Aged up Kats x f.reader, facial fluids being discharged (snot, tears). Oral M->F Quite a bit of P->V. Lovey dovey stuff, sweet moments between 2 people who just want a freakin' baby. Ok? 😭

WC ::: 4,923 +/- (Jesus christ, I'm so sorry. This totally got away from me and I don't even know how.)

"Hey babe, it's me." Katsuki said in his typical growly voice. "I guess you're still at work or somethin'. Anyway, I'll be home tomorrow night. Also, I'been holdin' back. So, be ready for me. I love you, call me if ya want."

Pushing #1 on speed dial, you hear the other line ringing and start praying to whatever gods would listen to you that he'd answer his phone.

"Hey brat. Y'ignorin' me now or some shit like that? The fuck ya think ya are?" You could hear him choke out a laugh. The background noise was almost louder than he was.

The phone crackled a few times before you heard him, "Hey! Y'there? Babe!? Goddamn it, this shit ass fuc---" and then you heard nothing.

A chime rang out into the quiet room and you pounced on it. A text from Katsuki, "Sorry, shit reception here. I'll try to call you from the hotel later. XXX"

You woke up to the sun forcing its way through the edges of the window coverings. "He's coming home today! He ... is finally coming home today!" A contented sigh heaved its way from your chest as you stood and stretched the uncomfortable position you slept in from your body. And then immediately a wave of dizziness washed over you. "The f-," you covered your eyes and stumbled as best you could with limited vision to the bathroom. Turning on the faucet, you splashed cool water on your face . "Mmm ..." Your eyes roamed to the bathroom cupboard. The dizziness faded and soon your body followed your eyes' lead and you bent down to open the door and pull out a pregnancy test.

You peed on the plastic receptacle and set the timer you'd bought specially for the bathroom, only to hurry up and wait for the next 3 minutes.

It all felt so new to you for some strange reason.

His Jeep pulled into the driveway and your heart all but stopped beating. Your face got hot and you felt like you were going to faint again. "Jesus, calm yourself, y/n. You're married for Christ's sake. Have been for over 2 years. He is your husband. He already loves you." But you didn't believe a word you said to yourself.

"I love you too, Katsuki." Your voice was breathy and quiet, almost like you were afraid to say it.

"You like it?" You blushed hard.

He turned you around and began to kiss your shoulders. He moved the straps of the lingerie down and bit your skin gently. "Ah! Katsuki, please. Please touch me. I need you."

"Patience. G’na take my time with you. Got about 6 days to make up for, darlin'. Lemme have this. Lemme have you."

"Katsu- kugh, ohmygod, I'm gonna ... I'm gonna ..." You grabbed his head and pushed him further into you. He moaned and his hands dug into your thighs as he kept working your swollen cunt.

"Jesus fuck, you sure you weren't doing some pussy push-ups r'somethin'? You're so tight, babe. Feels so fuckin' good. But … Jesus."

"I love you." He whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

"I love you." You whispered back.

And with that, he rolled off of you and snuggled up against your back, his hand resting on your stomach. The two of you fell asleep a short time later. Still happily tangled up in one another.

"Sorry, can't hear you over how good just the head of your cock feels while I'm bouncin' on it." You smirked at him as you wiggled your hips side to side.

He reached up and grabbed your neck, pulling you down to him as he thrust up into you. "I said, don't be a fucking tease," he hissed out through a clenched jaw.

All of a sudden, you stopped riding out the last waves of your orgasm. Sitting on top of him still, you put your hand over your forehead and you looked down at him with a vacant look in your eyes. "Umm ..." you shook your head when he asked if you were ok. "Hm-mm." He helped you off of him and all but dragged your post-o, jellied, naked body to the bathroom and sat you on the edge of the bathtub.

"Y'fuckin' sick'er somethin', babe? Got the flu? What the hell's goin' on?" His brows furrowed and he scowled at you. You knew it was out of concern, not frustration.

You shook your head, trying to compose yourself after something so poorly timed. Hating yourself for doing this right now. Right after such an intimate moment. While he was standing there, staring at you, riding out your dizziness. Naked. "Don't know … fuck, So dizzy though.”

He squatted down next to you and held your hair up off the back of your neck with his right hand and fanned your back with his left. "'M not fuckin' leavin' you. Not for fuckin' nothin'. Y'fuckin' hear me? Better or worse. Sickness and health and all that other shit. Just shut up and feel better. 'L be right here for ya."

The amount of tears and snot that left your face was disgusting. You'd never had such floodgates open like this before. Crying like that and the snot running from your nose. You were an actual mess. But he stood by you through all of it.

"Oh, babe. Yer jus' so ... hah. No matter what. Even with your hair matted to your face and your eyes puffy and red. I love you." He leaned over and kissed your forehead.

"I'm sorry, Kats. I'm sorry I can't give us the baby we want. I'm sorry I'm so fucking broken." You choked on your words as tears started to well in your eyes. "I'm so sorry."

"Are you having a fucking stroke or something? What are you doing, dumbass?" You wiped your chin and huffed out a short, insincere laugh. "Kats, what did - what'd they say. Is it me? Am I ..."

"Yes, babe. It's you. It's you … and the little grenade you're carrying. You're ... we're ... having a baby, y/n. You're fuckin' pregnant." He beamed up at you, tears in his wide eyes.

"It's you, babe. You and me. And … and … and a little us in you. We did it, y/n. We're gonna have a family!"

The future was yours and yours alone … well, and Kats’ and the babies, of course.

#my hero academia #mha #bnha #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki x y/n #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki smut #katsuki x you #dadsuki #katsudad #bakugo x y/n

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fushipurro · 1 year ago

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Lessons in Love

Chapter 4 - Soulmates

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☆ Content: 18+ MDNI, f!reader, mma!toji, jjk au, pet names, roommate!satoru, roommate!suguru, editor!nanami, foreplay, creampie, biting/scratching, age gap (10 years), fluff & smut, oral sex, shinto religion, angst building

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"well, how do i look?"

entering the waiting room where toji stood with his eyes wide. you did a little twirl, showing off the kimono you picked out.

the fabric was adorned with pink and white hydrangeas and a purple obi that snatched your waist. in your hair was a simple hairpin holding your updo together with a purple flower dangling from the handle.

tonight was the night the year changes over, beginning anew. the airports were set to open after the latest snowstorm but for now, you were still stranded and making the best of it.

"so pretty, sweetheart." the man purred. his fingers pushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear and without any urgency to move away from your cheek after.

toji himself managed to find black robes perfect for his size at the rental shop you two were in. you swear that if the option to have something in black exists, he'd always go for that.

he almost reached for a black haori to throw overtop, but you swooped in to stop him.

"toooji~"

his fingers squeezed your pouting cheeks, "don't like my style?"

"your style is fine, but you should put on at least a little bit of color from time to time."

"then what do you have in mind?" he groaned.

you scanned your eyes over the rack, trailing your fingers over the fabrics until you came across a deep purple haori. as if a light bulb went off in your head, you pulled it out and held it up to his chest to see.

"...purple?" he questioned, eyes narrowing, "you want me to wear purple?"

with an accomplished hum, you removed the haori from the hanger and forced the man into it.

"perfect," you patted his shoulder, stepping back to admire your handiwork, "it's just a color toji, and a damn good one on you, even i'm jealous."

"yeah?" he smirked, "you must not have seen yourself in a mirror yet."

he started to snake his hands from your hips to your blushing face, to which you pushed them away after a quick kiss.

what's the point in getting all dressed up if he were to completely undo you in a matter of seconds?

to be fair though, toji wasn't the biggest fan of dressing formal. years in the zenin family spent in hand-me-down fancy robes before adulthood threw him into tight collared suits. it was enough to make his scar burn being back in one.

there's a reason half his wardrobe consists of sweatshirts and sweatpants, or at the very least, a baggy t-shirt and jeans.

but for you he'd suck it up. betraying his comfort clothes to fit himself into whatever made you shine. with you at his side all dolled up, he hardly had a care in the world besides how he was going to get you out of those robes later in the night.

"ready to get going?" he held out his hand, encasing it around your own, leading the way out of the shop on your way to the local shrine.

the streets were crowded as expected, but all that meant was getting to glue yourself to toji's side. you've lost count on how times one man can groan and growl at others with no spatial awareness blocking his path. at times scaring a few with his grizzly body making his own path through.

"you know we could've done something else tonight, it is your birthday after all."

he looked down at you from the side with a sly grin, "but then i wouldn't get to see you looking like this." you laughed and wrapped your arm around his.

in truth, if it were any other year or time you weren't stuck away from home, you wouldn't be asking this question.

there's no better way to celebrate the day of someone's birth then by honoring them and worshiping their body like a temple. whatever it takes to make a smile cross their face, reminding them how happy and wonderful it is that they were born and lived to see another year.

and while it doesn't help being forced to share the day with a national holiday, it was important to you to make sure toji knew he came first above all else.

"it's nice to dress up every once in a while," you smiled, "a way to remind everyone how good you can look if you try."

"you're always pretty, doll," he hummed. "my pretty girl."

as soon as you two spotted a set of vermilion torii gates, you knew you arrived at the shrine. that is if the winding line up the stone steps wasn't telling enough, forcing you to remain standing on the snow-lined path.

a cold breeze swept through that made you shiver slightly. toji's eyes batted in your direction before his arm tugged you in front of him.

"what is it?"

he didn't respond, but you didn't need one after a moment. your body was held against his, thick arms coiled around your waist with his chin resting on your crown. a big blanket of warmth named toji.

at the cost of your updo becoming slightly disheveled, you were shielded from the weather long enough to get up the stairs and into the main festival event.

the path to the temple pavilion was decorated with several stalls of games and food, with a takoyaki stand catching toji's eyes instantly.

the man smiled at the doughy balls as he lifted them up with his chopsticks and swallowed them without mercy.

you on the other hand helped yourself to some taiyaki and some other sweets, sharing bites here and there with toji. a sweet tooth courtesy of satoru.

amidst the rows of people, a blond figure caught your attention.

"mr. nanami!" you called out.

his face turned to you with one of recognition, steadily approaching the two of you.

"miss fushiguro, toji, i see you're both here enjoying yourselves."

"kento." toji nodded, keeping his arms crossed and buried in the depths of his sleeves.

looking the man up and down, you weren't surprised to see he hadn't strayed far from his typical wardrobe, just like a certain someone.

nanami wore cream colored robes paired with a blue haori overtop. yet another victim to a limited wardrobe variety, but damned if he didn't look good anyways.

"have you gone up to pray yet, mr. nanami? we were just about get in line if you wanted to join."

"i'll join you both then if you don't mind."

"not at all!" you smiled.

and that was how you found yourself nestled between arguably the two hottest men you could think of, amazake cup in hand, preparing to make your wish for the new year.

you'd be lying if you weren't the slightest bit attracted to your editor, but that's for another story in another universe. in this one, your soulmate is toji, and he is the one you will fiercely remain loyal to.

toji couldn't help but feel a little bit left out as you and nanami discussed topics relating to books and other work, just silently enjoying you talk about your passion instead.

he was happy though when you finally turned to him, inviting him into the conversation by asking for his opinion on a specific fight scene, given his career choice. enough to bide the time until the offering box stood before the three of you.

place your offering, bow twice, clap twice, pray, bow, and hope the gods look at you in favor.

"i wish to live happily with toji for as long as i can."

and off the temple steps you three went for the next group.

"so what'd you wish for? another hit book?" he teased.

you pouted, "you know i can't tell you or it won't come true."

"and you should know that i'll do anything to make your wishes come true, regardless of some god." he scoffed.

a miracle he wasn't smited then and there from the enshrined Kami.

"and that's why i love you, you big softy."

standing in front of him, your fingers reached up to his cheeks to pull him down to your lips leaving nanami forced into the third wheel position if he wasn't already feeling it.

sorry, nanamin.

you grabbed at the sleeves of the two men, "come on, let's go get our fortunes!" leading them to one of the stands run by a few of the priestesses.

"i love this part." you smiled, unfolding the paper to reveal your fate.

toji huffed, "blessing and misfortune, undetermined. the hell does this even mean?" the rest of the sheet reading: good outcomes require careful precision, beware of where you aim.

"great blessing," spoke nanami, his fortune reading: the way to happiness is sometimes just under our noses.

"what about you, sweetheart?" toji looked over, only to see your expression drop.

"...misfortune."

dreaded to see, but the reading afterwards is chilling.

"behind every predator lies the scavengers waiting for their turn to feast."

"what is this cryptic shit? don't worry about it, doll, it's just paper." he snatched it from your hands, about to crumble it up before you stopped him.

"maybe... but it's still freaky."

"hey." he placed his hand under your jaw, turning your face to his, "don't worry your pretty little face over it, nothing's gonna happen to ya, okay?" and even with doubts in your head, you still nodded.

it had to just be a silly little fortune you pulled after all.

how often do these things ever come to pass?

the three of you tied your fortunes up with all the others around the same time the temple's bell sounded off for the new year with a show of fireworks illuminating the heavens in all the colors of the rainbow.

if you were cold, you didn't say, but there's no hiding anything when toji's around.

halfway through the spectacle, he had thrown his haori over your shoulders and his arm around your waist to keep you close.

your face nestled against his chest, eyes glued to the sky. toji however looked down at you with softness reserved only for you. the myriad of colors bathing your skin and the twinkle in your eyes makes him fall in love all over again.

when the display came to an end, there wasn't a single pattern or shape toji could recount, for his gaze remained on you, the real star of the show.

he didn't mind it one bit.

it was better this way.

and for a day he never celebrated, never once loved or enjoyed, he was happy.

all he needed was you.

all he needs is you.

and that's enough to make him happy he's alive, for once in his life.

your phone buzzed a few times from your purse, to which you pulled it out to view the texts.

satoru gojo happy new year!!! :D

suguru geto happy new year, y/n.

satoru gojo did you get your fortune yet?? i got a great blessing of course :3 suguru got a small blessing... tough luck.

y/n fushiguro i got misfortune for mine :( came with a creepy omen too...

suguru geto dw y/n, satoru has enough luck to balance ours out, we can fix it >:)

satoru gojo ehhh? maybe it's just a sign she needs to come home already to her favorite roomies. when are you coming back, anyways?

y/n fushiguro got a flight tomorrow afternoon, so i'll be getting in late around 8 maybe?

satoru gojo YAY! suguru and i will be there to get you, keep and eye out for our signs <3

you waved goodbye to nanami, parting ways for the night after enjoying all the festivities the shrine had to offer.

what confused you though was toji pulling you along a different route than the one you came from earlier.

"where are we going?"

"you'll see, i want to surprise you."

"tooojjii," you said like you were about to punish him, "i should be the one surprising you for your birthday!"

"next year, sweetheart." he gave a mischievous grin. "this'll be nice for both of us, i promise."

humming in response, you kept up his pace until he stopped in front of an old traditional looking building.

looking up at the sign, your mouth parted with excitement.

"we're going to an onsen?"

he slapped your lower back in a playful manner, dangerously close to your butt. "sure are."

the inside of the onsen was just as impressive, if not more than the outside. cute, charming, and excellent service. you don't know when or how, but toji had all your luggage moved to the room you'll be staying in together here for the last night of your little getaway book tour.

he almost didn't let you leave the room, but eventually gave in after some needy kisses and whines so you both could enjoy the whole reason you're in an onsen to begin with.

"here i thought you'd pick a place with a mixed bath." you teased, walking side by side with the man down the hallway.

"believe me, i wanted to." he scoffed.

"of course you did," you slapped his arm lightly, "they would end up kicking us out if they did have one."

"you don't think i can control myself?" he said, leaning down next to your blushing face. his low husky voice could never not tickle your ears in just the right way to make your heart flutter.

"i know you can, but whether you want to or not is another story, mister."

"enjoy your bath then, princess, and we'll see about that later." he winked, peeling back the curtain and entering the men's section.

you went your own way down the women's path, stripping down before entering the showers. sure enough, as you took your panties off you realized how soaked in arousal they were becoming.

toji just has that effect on you, and you can't deny that it makes you happy.

it doesn't matter if he hasn't touched you or said anything special, hell, he can ask you for the weather and you'd drip for him like an open faucet. just thinking about him is enough to make your body react.

if he was here to see the dew on your black laced panties, you know he'd tease you about it like always.

but you also know just how much he loves it. how much loves you being his.

and without a single doubt in the world, you know the two of you are a match made in heaven.

soulmates.

the bath itself is incredible.

a giant pool carved in stone, steam filling the air with a bamboo garden backdrop as scenery. with the way the moon stood perfectly overhead made you feel like your own version of kaguya-hime.

you could only imagine whether the view was the same on toji's side of the fence that divided the two of you.

the best you could do is situate yourself near the fence where you could lean your chest over the warm stones bordering the bath, head on your forearms and eyes closed, hoping to feel closer to your love.

on toji's side, he had the same idea in mind, only he chose to lean his back against the edge with his head up.

instead of thoughts about folklore or hordes of rabbits hammering mochi, his mind was only set on you.

the more you thought about your love for the man, the sooner the heat rose to your head questioning if it was him or the bath making you dizzy.

the answer is both, really.

one that pushes you to finish soaking so you can hurry back to your room to see him again.

toji was already waiting inside, kicked back and relaxed by the window, a glass of milk in hand and one waiting for you on a table.

"you enjoy your bath, sweetheart?"

you took a seat across from the man, sipping on your own drink to cool off with a relaxed sigh leaving your mouth.

"i did, it was lovely." you smiled.

he smiled in response, taking in the view of your glowing skin and the bit of milk resting in the dip of your cupid's bow that made him twitch.

your gaze was set on the view the window provided, the moon shining down on you both, only this time without a wall of separation.

"the moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

his eyes didn't once avert from your sweet smiling face.

"i can die happy."

you turned to him pouting once more, "don't you dare die on me though, you hear?"

he chuckled, patting the tatami next to him to invite you over which you happily oblige, allowing his hands to reach up and cup your cheeks.

"wouldn't dream of it."

it started as a simple kiss, only until his tongue swiped over the residual drops of milk on your lip luring you in for something deeper.

a trailing hand down your back, the loosening of the knot holding your robes in tact. he took his time without any bit of urgency.

you unknowingly made your deal with the devil earlier, sealing your fate. all that was missing was the white signature ink binding the contract.

inviting his tongue to meet yours, you twirled and danced with his. a needy whine leaving your mouth when he pulled his head back with only a string of saliva connecting you to him.

you wanted more, no, you craved more.

but you reminded yourself of one thing before your thoughts could spin out of control, the one thing you refuse to forget.

his birthday.

your needs will be met in time, but tonight wasn't about you, at least to you.

this was the one day of year it was all about toji, and one you're certain to make sure he enjoys for once after all his years on this earth.

you're desperate to worship his body and reach the high you've come to love thanks to his lessons in love.

"sit back." you commanded, raising an eyebrow from the man as he obeyed.

you began to untie the robes bounding him, freeing his aching shaft that sprang forth and upright immediately.

"you gonna give me a good show now, right doll?" you folded yourself in between his legs, leaning in to kiss the precum dotting the tip oh so gently, "good girl."

over the spiderweb of veins that adorned his cock, you grazed your fingers over each path with the lightest touch that made him shiver. and from his tip, you swiped your tongue in a straight path down to the hilt, encompassing his heavy balls in your mouth as your hand worked the shaft.

he threw his head back groaning in response, his lust filled eyes burning holes through your head.

it took everything in his power to not fuck your face when you started to throat him with such eagerness. he trained your mouth well to take his length.

"you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth." he purred, running his fingers in your head to keep them out of your face.

you couldn't help but hum with joy from his words, the vibrations driving him closer to seeing white. you had to rub your own thighs together to help the aching sensation of your own to not drive you mad.

toji eases his body back, his face contorting with pleasure until he couldn't hold back from bucking his hips up into your face to release hot beads of cum down your throat. your stifled choked moans gave him all he needed to let go into you.

before doing anything more, you slicked your tongue over the pulsating veins before releasing the tip from your mouth with a pop.

creamy drool dripped from the sides of your mouth as you made a show of swallowing for him to see, earning his signature grin that brightens his face.

"you're so fuckin' pretty looking like this, you know that?"

and oh how pretty you are, kneeling in front of him with the moonlight on your skin and half-lidded eyes hungry for love. you undid your own robes off your body until you were most vulnerable before the man.

he pulled you in for a deep kiss, his tongue collecting the loose drops off your chin and back into your own mouth before detaching and working his way down your neck.

you started to work your fingers toward your slit to prep yourself for him, but a hand stopped you right in your tracks.

"toji." you mewl at him.

"shh," he coos, his voice like honey, "let me do this."

nodding your head, he laid your back down against the mat, hooking his arms around your thighs and pulling you to his mouth.

just like you did for him, he started by kissing your pearl, jolting your body from the desperate ache.

his grip was gentle but strong enough to keep you from squirming away as his tongue danced between your folds around the bundle of nerves.

"you always taste so good, sweetheart, fuck─" his kisses turned sloppy. his mouth hungry like a starved man who continued to devour your body as you rocked yourself against his lips. "that's it pretty girl," kiss "use my face." kiss.

while doing so, he gathered your arousal over his middle finger, rubbing a circle around your opening and pushing his way inside.

"mphm," you moaned out, biting your lip to avoid being too loud. this was a traditional hotel so no doubt the walls were thin. no sooner did he push his ring finger in, he started to scissor you open.

toji growled words of praise into your lower lips until your body convulsed, back arching with your nails digging into his raven locks.

he practically slurped your juices during your high as you sang his name from your throat. toji to─fuck, toji!

you couldn't feel or see much after as you came down, overstimulated with joy and pupils blown until you could see his sweet face trailing soft kisses over your thigh.

"you ready for more?"

all you could do was nod your head to save your energy. pushing up off your elbows, he patted his lap, this time inviting you to ride him.

it was as though he saw right through what you were doing this whole time, and he was going to be greedy and see you work for it.

you shouldn't be surprised.

you did ask if he could control himself, didn't you?

you decided it might be fun to tease him a bit, sliding the tip over your folds and kissing it to your clit. in reality, you're more affected than he is once you start whining.

in the mushroom bulb went, slowly but surely, taking a moment to adjust to the girth before lowing yourself further, inch by inch with a guttural moan playing off your tongue.

toji grabbed at the back of your neck, pulling you in to kiss him through the starting discomfort.

"you can do it, you're doing so well, baby." he coos.

"god i don't think i'll ever get used to this size, shit, it's so fucking big."

he laughed, his deep and ever so thick voice making your heart skip a beat. "you're taking my cock so well, y/n."

the pet names he uses are always nice, but when he's inside your depths whispering your name coated in lust and love, it's endearing. all the more encouraging for him to do this too when your velvet walls vice grip his length.

you picked up the pace, unraveling as you try to remain steady and at the right pace. he doesn't break eye contact with you, enticing you to do the same.

even if you tried, his hand was right there on your cheek keeping you straight with your breaths colliding between you.

the best positions for him were ones that let him see all the emotions you make as he fucks you senseless.

"just like that, sweetheart, fuck."

it was becoming exhausting to keep moving, needing to resort to grinding yourself against his abs without any upward thrusts.

"what's wrong, pretty girl, you getting tired?" he playfully sneered. "i'm controlling myself, isn't that what you wanted?"

"toji~" you whined. nearly pleading to lose the restraints.

"i love watching you fuck yourself on me."

and that's exactly what he did.

although he did offer a helping hand.

literally.

as you attemped to resume pumping his cock with your body, his thumb met with your pearl and rubbed against the nerves in exactly the right spot.

"fuck─ yes, r-right there, toji."

"yeah?" he leaned in to bite your earlobe as he spoke, "you wanna cum? go on, y/n, cum for me, right on my cock."

his words set you off the deep end and you're sure your nails were drawing blood on his skin. you couldn't contain the feeling of ecstasy anymore nor resist from biting down on the exposed chunk of his neck closest to you.

toji growled in response, hugging you tightly with his arms and taking over in slowly thrusting you during the high.

"that's my good girl," he purred. "you deserve a reward now, yeah you do."

"mm?" you hummed, your head spinning with anything but coherent words.

with his hands still wrapped around your body, he bounced you on his lap, pistoning in and out at his pace.

"fuck─ toji!" you squealed.

"shh, you're so good for me, sweetheart, now let me fuck my little pussy, okay?" his voice was growling but his words oh so sweet like honey. "such a tight cunt, and all mine."

his starting pace was fast, rough against your body, fueled by his desperate urge to spill into you after you had the reins for so long. but like you, tonight was about worshipping each other.

and worship he did.

he slowed his thrusts and instead of pounding flesh against flesh, it turned from straight fucking to lovemaking.

every push was deep and sensual, kisses staining your neck with moans fluttering in between. for almost reaching your breaking point, this truly was the best way to orgasm.

your faces nuzzled against each other, clinging to his back with your nails and sinking your teeth down to the bone of his collar again and again to leave your mark on him.

"t-toji aaa─" you mewled.

"i know, love, not yet, hang on."

for the home stretch he picked the pace up, kissing your womb with each attempt to dig himself deeper into you before finally you felt the familiar mind-numbing sensation painting your insides in white.

each convulsion your body made sucked more and more out of the man, even as it leaked out from your opening.

he took his sweet time pulling out from you, as much as he wanted you to warm his cock till dawn. next year, he thinks to himself, unaware that this is the first time he would be looking forward to his own birthday after today.

you rested your back against his chest to catch your breath while he softly kissed your crown, praising you on how good you were for him and how he loves you so.

"hard to believe we'll be going home tomorrow. well, later today i guess since it's long after midnight."

"we can always come back, whenever you want." he smiled. "or find some place with a big bath in our own room so we don't get kicked out."

"that'd be nice." you hummed, laughing at the latter remark. "oh, before i forget."

toji watched you crawl away from his lap, groaning with the now empty feeling. his interest perked up when he saw you dig into your suitcase to pull out a fairly large gift box wrapped in a bow that you brought back to him.

"you didn't have to get me anything, doll. you're all i need."

"i wanted to though, toji. go on, open it!"

how could he not accept it after seeing you look so excited about it. it was more amusing to him that all the while the two of you are having a nice moment together, you're also both still naked and dripping with juices.

guess that's why they call it a birthday suit.

for a moment he looked confused on what to even do, this was the first present he's ever received like this and one he won't soon forget.

he questions whether he gently pulls something or tears into like a ravenous beast, settling for gentle.

"a leather jacket?" he said, raising an eyebrow as he lifted the fabric to analyze.

"not just any leather jacket. it's the one the character in my assassin series always wears. i had custom ordered it from a shop around here so i could pick it up from while on tour as a surprise for you. to thank you for all the help and love you've given me."

he folded the jacket, placing it at his side so he could meet your lips to his. "thank you, sweetheart, i love it."

you cupped his smiling face, brushing your thumb over his scar and pushing away any doubts his upbringing caused him and the burn he felt earlier.

"it's a one of a kind jacket designed by me for the main protagonist of both my story and my life. i love you toji, and i couldn't be happier that we're together, happy birthday."

"i love you too, y/n."

after trying on the jacket and showing off, it took every last bit of shared energy for the two of you to get cleaned off and tucked in for the morning night.

thankfully this time you didn't opt for an early flight, giving you enough time to sleep the morning away, check out of the onsen, and return the rental robes from the day before.

by some miracle (nanami) you have the same flight home, seated in between the two men. your head resting on toji's shoulder to nap if you weren't discussing work with nanami or sharing a drink.

and as promised ahead of time, your roommates were right there in the airport lobby waiting to welcome you back with open arms to bring you, and to their anguish, toji as well, back home.

toji however wasn't thrilled to see the homemade sign satoru proudly held that read "mrs. y/n satosugu" and an attempt at a drawing of your face.

once they had their favorite roomie back with them, it was a fight for who got to spend time with you, but at the end of day, you were once again cradled in toji's arms with his face buried against your nape in your own bed.

home.

☆ Notes: a day late for his birthday with this release but on time for me to reign in the new year with my favorite man. i love you toji, you'll always be a legend and my sweetheart. i had SUCH a good time writing this, i'm really happy with how it came out and hope my writing's getting better. happy new year everyone!

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