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pandora-writes-one-piece · 2 months ago

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First, I just wanna say HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! 🎂🎊❤️ Second, I would like to request for your birthday event a Law🩺 x fem reader with the prompt, "What if I kissed you right now? Would you stop me?". Add as much smut as you want please 😜🫠🫣 (Also maybe for a birthday present for me too since it will be soon😁)

I'm soooo, so sorry this didn't come out in time of your birthday! 😭 I started it in time, but then didn't get to finish it. I set myself to finish this today, so here it is. I do hope you enjoy this one, I had fun with it! 😏

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Word Count: 3851

Tags: fem!reader; first time; vaginal sex; fingering; inexperienced!Law; virgin!Law

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: You showed your captain your intent to kiss him, but instead of kissing you back, he fled. Resigning yourself to a rejection hurt, but what if his reaction had nothing to do with rejection, and all to do with inexperience?

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It had become sort of a ritual between the two of you. Law read while sitting at his desk - medical journals, scientific papers, or comic books - and you sat on a little couch in the corner of his office, out of his way, but still near him. A book in hand and a focused expression on your face - whether it was romance, adventure, horror or, sometimes, even one of Law’s precious medical books.

More often than not, the focused expression was only on your face because you were trying so hard not to get lost in your captain’s presence. Even just by sitting still, he commanded the room. He didn’t have to speak to own every silence, nor did he have to be watchful to own every shadow. This room was his, you were merely in it.

And that was extremely fascinating to you.

There had been times when you were bolder with your attention, actively closing the book you were perusing and just staring at him, deadpan. But he would never acknowledge you, even when you were sure he knew exactly what you were up to.

You didn’t care. You were too lost in the way his lips dipped with focus, or how his long, slim fingers intertwined when he was reviewing a passage. The way he deepened his frown when something was amiss, or how his eyebrows relaxed when something made sense. The way he ran his fingers through his hair or absentmindedly twirled his hat on his index finger.

You were fascinated. He was fascinating.

And you were at the tipping point. You needed this man, badly.

You had tried subtle ways of showing him you were interested: touching his arm, twirling your hair, giggling at everything he said - that had been a fun week! When Law decided to run a full check-up to figure out what the hell was wrong with you, you stopped your subtle efforts. Maybe you needed to be a bit more blunt. So you then tried to actively use lame pick-up lines and telling him outright how interested you were. All of it flew past his head and, instead, was picked up by Penguin and Shachi, who decided to make fun of you for it - that had been another fun week!

If you were anybody else, you would have given up by now, clearly getting the hint that he wasn’t interested in anything romantic. But you were stubborn to a fault, and the fact that your captain hadn’t fully rejected you was the deciding factor for your next move. Because if he didn’t have feelings for you, he wouldn’t put up with your presence in his office, right? He would’ve ‘shambles-ed’ you out of there in the blink of an eye.

So, this was a do-or-die situation. You were going all in.

The lights were always dimmed in his office, except for two lamps - one by your side, the other by his desk - so the ambiance was already intimate. You had put on some revealing clothes, making full use of your free time to shed the boiler suit since you weren’t ‘on the clock’, and you had downed an entire cup of chamomile tea for the nerves. This was happening.

Other than a slightly longer glance your way when you asked if you could join him - as you always did - Law didn’t show any signs of being hot and bothered by your skimpy choice of clothes. This was already a bust.

Huffing, you didn’t even sit on the couch. You took small steps towards his desk while slowly counting to ten in your head to keep your cool. Law’s brow rose as he saw you approach, but his eyes swiftly returned to his book. Two more steps, and you were by his side.

“Captain.” You murmured, trying to sound alluring and cursing at the wicked croak that left your lips.

Law lifted his gaze and turned his chair slightly to the side, so you used the opportunity to lean on his desk. He tilted his head, clearly curious as to what you were doing. You then leaned forward, lips inches away from his, and the strong scent of disinfectant and pine soothed you. It was his scent. “What if I kissed you right now? Would you stop me?” This time, your words came out in a sultry whisper, your breath kissing his lips in a soft promise.

Law locked eyes with you, something dark passing through them, and your breath hitched as he raised his hand to eye level. You prepared yourself for the surge of shock when he pressed his lips against yours, his hand already near your cheek… then he opened his lips and…

“Room. Shambles.”

And with a soft plop, you were sitting in your bed. No Law, no kiss, no confession, just you, in a time-out.

“What the fuck?”

-*-

You’d had half a mind to stomp into his office and let him know that what he had done was not acceptable, but you had let it slide. That was almost a week ago, and you still hadn’t spoken to Law since.

When you went by his office, he wasn’t there; when you went by the sick bay, he had just left; it seemed that every time you tried to enter a room he was in, he was suddenly gone. Almost as if he could disappear in the blink of an eye. Which he did. So you knew he was avoiding you.

At first, you felt slighted. A simmering rage burning beneath the surface since you had, after all, put all of your effort into seducing him, only to make a fool of yourself. You deserved an explanation!

But as time went by and he didn’t even make his presence known to you, your anger slowly turned into hurt and then to sorrow. It was bad enough that whatever you felt for Law wasn’t reciprocated, but it was even worse that he didn’t even want to see you to clear the air.

That was what stung the most.

So, you stopped trying. You stopped looking for him or trying to find him. You’d gotten the message loud and clear: Law wasn’t interested.

But what was even worse than that was that you actually missed his company. Even if he was silent most of the time.

-*-

You still read, but now you were doing it in your own room, actually reading and understanding the words on the pages in front of you instead of being unfocused and lost in your captain.

It was all so lonely.

Tonight, you were reading a boring medical journal. It reminded you of Law, so you even started to mutter some of the words in the book because that’s what he did sometimes when he was trying to memorise or grasp something, and it felt familiar. You were lying on your belly, the book held in front of your face as you leaned on your elbows, wearing the most bored and sad-puppy expression.

Until a familiar blue light enveloped you and, with a light tug on your stomach, you fell face-first - or book-first? - into your captain’s lap.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed as you scurried up, trying to sit, still dazed at what had just happened.

“Captain?”

“I thought you were sitting down! I didn’t expect you to fall on me.”

“What?”

His ears and face were red as he helped you sit. Then, you took a look around and gasped. You had never been here before, this was his room.

“Is that a medical journal?” He had calmed down a bit and pointed at the book in your hands. Now, it was your time to blush.

“Yes.” You mumbled between your teeth. “Why am I here?” You huffed in exasperation. As much as you wanted to reconnect with Law, the feeling of rejection was still very fresh and aching against your chest.

“I… I brought you here.”

You stared at him, deadpan. Was he being serious or making a joke? With Law, it was hard to tell sometimes. But you didn’t say anything, and he continued with a bit more bravado this time.

“I brought you here to apologise for my behaviour this past week.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you raised your chin, trying to prove that you were unbothered by the situation. “Go on,” you urged.

“I was scared.”

“What?”

The great Surgeon of Death? Scared of you? Was he making up excuses? Did he not think you were strong enough to handle rejection?

“I–I like you! And… I’ve never…” Law blushed deeply, a crimson red hue spreading adorably from his nose to his cheeks and up to his ears. You held your breath as your lips parted in a surprised ‘o’.

“Kissed someone?” You coaxed softly.

Law sighed profoundly, his hand running over his face before he closed his eyes and decided to just spill it. “Not that. I’ve kissed people. I just never had intercourse and… well… you… I… damn it! I want to! With you!”

He seemed so awkwardly embarrassed by the whole situation that you did your best to suppress the sweet smile that threatened to escape your lips. He hadn’t rejected you because he didn’t care, he rejected you especially because he cared.

Tilting your head to the side you forced him to look into your eyes as you reached for his hand, tentatively entwining your fingers with his lithe ones, all previous anger forgotten after his sudden confession. “It’s okay, Captain. We don’t have to do anything.”

Law stared at your intertwined hands for a moment, and when his amber gaze returned to you, it was dark with desire. “But I want to do everything.” Your breath hitched as the grip of his hand increased. He tugged softly, pulling your body towards his, and you didn’t resist.

His lips hovered near yours, but you didn’t press them together like you wanted to, you were giving Law time for him to do this his own way. “What was it you said? What if I kissed you right now, would you stop me?”

Law’s raspy voice sent tingles down your spine, gathering indecently in your core. You leaned in closer, lips brushing ever so slightly with his while you shook your head. “Not only would I not stop you,” you placed your free hand on Law’s thigh, and he sucked in a breath. “I would also indulge you.”

With an unrestrained groan, Law used his free hand to cup your nape and pull you against his lips. His kiss did not seem inexperienced at all. Law pressed firmly, first, freeing the hand that was entwined with yours and placing it on your waist, bringing your body closer to his. Then he parted his lips and licked your lower one tentatively, asking permission to enter.

With a wanton moan, you melted into his embrace and into his kiss, lips parting and tongues meeting in a wet, messy dance.

It wasn’t enough.

Law pulled you even closer, so you straddled him, your knees supported against the mattress as your core frictioned against his length. With a gasp, you pulled back, neck arching as a ripple of pleasure coursed through you.

You felt Law hesitate for a fraction of a second, but then he moved, pressing his lips against your throat and laying open-mouthed kisses down to your collarbone. “Is this okay?” He questioned, a slight - barely there - tremble in his voice.

“Yes!” You breathed, your hand climbing to grip his hair as you threaded your fingers through its silkiness, something you’d been meaning to do for a while and never could. Law pulled you in for another kiss and you guided his hand below your shirt - you needed to feel him touch you.

His kiss faltered for the briefest of seconds before his hand climbed, and he cupped your breast. You rolled your hips against his, feeling his hard cock rub against your clit, robbing another shameless moan from your occupied lips.

Law parted the kiss with a heavy pant. “Fuck.” His hand found your nipple and he teased it very softly while his other hand rested on your thigh.

“Wait.” You murmured, and when he looked at you with panic in his eyes, you regretted your poor choice of words. “Just let me get this out of the way. Don’t stop what you’re doing.” Then you removed your pyjamas shirt, baring your upper body to him.

Law gulped, and his jaw clenched as his eyes devoured you.

“Like what you see, Captain?” You teased, trying to ease some tension so he could enjoy the experience and not be so focused on what he was doing right or wrong. When he nodded, you guided your hand to your free breast, your eyes never leaving his as he followed your movements. “Like this.” Then you showed him, rolling your nipple with your thumb and index finger, pinching slightly.

Law mimicked your movements with his hand, and you bit back a satisfied groan. You removed your hand from your breast so you could gain some grounding, placing them on the mattress and arching your back, rolling your hips again to feel the sweet friction.

He hesitated. You watched his calculating eyes consider possibilities before he leaned in and took your free nipple on his tongue. Your breathing became heavy as he sucked and nibbled, clearly enjoying the experience.

He stopped his ministrations to stare at you, and for the first time, he looked unguarded, relaxed, even though he was visibly anxious, it was more in anticipation, than in fear. “The books explained women’s pleasure, but nothing compares to the real thing.”

You looked at him through lidded eyes, feeling your core throb incessantly. “Books?”

Law grinned, then wrapped one arm around your waist and flipped you, so your back was against the bed. “I’ve been doing research this past week.” Research? On sex? You had to suppress a chortle, your captain never did anything by half. “Let me see if I assimilated the subject thoroughly.”

With shaky hands, Law removed the bottoms of your pyjamas and your panties, all the while cursing between his teeth. Then his big hands pressed on your thighs and he looked into your eyes, waiting for permission. You nodded, and he urged you to open your legs, which you happily did.

He became transfixed for a moment, watching your pussy leaking with desire until you spoke. “Captain! Are you just going to stare? Let me guide you.” You leaned on your elbows, ready to explain to him how to pleasure you so you could take him.

He smiled at you and shook his head softly. Then he removed his shirt and you gasped at his tattoos. You’d seen them, he was never shy about displaying them. But actually watching them right in front of your nose had your breath hitching again. When Law removed his spotted jeans, you couldn’t help but stare at the bulge in his briefs.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” He mimicked your words, and you giggled. Then, he positioned himself between your legs, his hands climbing your thighs until they hovered over your pussy.

With shaky hands, Law ran two of his fingers through your slickened folds, a sharp exhale leaving his lips as he observed you with clinical precision. He parted them and gulped. “Your clitoris. It has more than eight thousand nerve endings.” You arched your back, waiting for his touch, but he was still analysing and you were already burning up. “And it’s not just external.” Law splayed his hand on your lower abdomen, almost as if he could see what was underneath without the use of his Devil Fruit.

Your breathing accelerated, and he continued. “Stimulation to the glans clitoris,” he used one finger to circle your nub tentatively, “activates the nerves, sending signals through the pudendal nerve straight to your brain.” He repeated the motion with his finger, and you moaned, throwing your head back. “Pleasurable signals.”

Clearly motivated by your reaction, Law alternated his gaze from your eyes to your core. “It’s sensitive to different kinds of stimuli, like friction,” Law rubbed your clit for a moment, and you bit your lower lip, hands gripping the sheets, “and pressure,” his fingers pressed harder while he changed the pace and direction, and you nearly lost it, pleasure already cresting, ready to snap. “If I stimulate it correctly, it should trigger deep pelvic contractions. Your heart rate increases, your pupils dilate, and pleasure will course through your body - an orgasm.”

“I–I’m coming, L–Law!” You cried out his name in abandon, arching your back and fisting the sheets. Law’s ‘lesson’ and his touch brought your climax out of nowhere, crashing unannounced with waves and waves of bliss.

Law seemed fascinated by your reaction, the faint blush still remained on his cheeks. As you recovered from your orgasm, your eyes opening slightly, you saw him grinning. “Fascinating.”

“Are you going to quiz me afterwards?” You teased, and he laughed.

“Maybe.” Then he leaned over your body and kissed you deeply, slotting himself in the middle of your legs while you let your hand explore his chest and abs. When your fingers reached the hem of his briefs, you pulled apart, looking into his eyes.

“You want to do this?” Law nodded, and you felt another slight shake of his hands. You helped him pull down his briefs, his lengthy cock springing free from its confines. Then you reached, touching him gently so he could understand how it felt to be touched by another person.

His breathing became ragged, and his eyes darkened further. So he lined his tip with your entrance and exhaled another shaky breath. “The muscular tissue in your vaginal canal is designed to expand for penetration.” Law gulped, swallowing hard and preparing himself for what was about to happen.

“After an orgasm, and because of our intense foreplay, you should be lubricated enough to accommodate me.” As if to prove a point, Law inserted two digits inside your hole, collecting slick and making you gasp. “It should facilitate–”

“Law, stop talking and start fucking me.” You breathed out, exasperated with all the teasing he was unwillingly causing you.

Law’s grin was barely there, but he nodded and pressed the tip of his cock against your glistening hole. Never averting your gaze, he pressed forward, letting out a rumbling groan, his brows scrunching up as his mouth parted slightly. “Fuck.”

His hands gripped your hips hard, as if that action alone could ground him to earth. “I–If I recall correctly - fuck - it’s beneficial if I move slowly at first.”

You arched into him, a pleasurable moan leaving your lips, chased by a mirthful chuckle. “Trafalgar Law, you have got to be the only man who gives an anatomy lesson while losing his virginity.”

He groaned in agreement while slowly pulling out of you, then he watched in amazement as by rolling his hips, his length sank further into you. Lost in pleasure, you wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him deeper and clenching all around him.

Law gasped, his hands trembling slightly as he lowered his forehead, letting it touch yours. His breath came out in heavy pants. “Try not to do that again, sweetheart, unless you want to end this prematurely.”

Your heart swelled as you used your hands to push some strands of hair away from his eyes, feeling the sweat on his damp forehead.

“Law. Just enjoy it. Don’t overthink it.” You cupped his face so he could stare at you. “You’re supposed to feel it with your body, not analyse every step. Okay?”

He nodded, his gaze still focused on you. His hands slithered from your hips to your waist, pressing harder as he kept nodding. “Just feel it. Okay, I can do that.”

And he did. He rocked back again, then thrust slowly into you. Law bit hard into his lower lip, brows scrunching in deep concentration. The slow pace was driving you insane, but you didn’t want to demand more, you wanted him to explore the feeling at his own pace.

“Fuck, shit. You’re so warm and tight… fuck!” He panted hard, repeating the rolling motion as his hands gripped you harder. “Your pelvic floor is contracting, reacting to the stimulation and–”

“Yes, Captain! That’s what happens when a woman is aroused.” You grinned when he stared back into your eyes. “And you’re driving me insane.”

“The books didn’t– fuck…” He stopped his reasoning midway, taking a deep breath and finally thrusting a little harder, and a little faster. Your body responded immediately to that with a heavy moan. Law’s head fell forward as he nuzzled it against the crook of your neck, his voice coming out muffled. “I don’t think I can last much longer…”

You felt him slowing down again, clearly trying to make it last so he could pull an orgasm from you.

“Then don’t, Law. Let go.” You breathed into his ear, legs wrapping tightly around him to give him the confidence to finish it.

But he was still letting his mind take over, clearly reviewing every book he had ever read, trying to find ways to last longer or to prolong your pleasure. So you rolled your hips against his, making sure he thrust deeper and harder, pulling him with your legs against you, trying to make him get lost in the feeling.

“Fuck! Don’t do that unless you want–”

“To make you come? Desperately.” You teased with a slight chuckle. “Let go, Law. Just feel me.” You urged, tangling your fingers through his hair, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. He pulled back enough to stare into your eyes, and then something snapped in him, almost as if he had turned off the part of his brain that was restraining him.

His pace quickened, his thrusts became sloppier - desperate - while his breath came out in ragged, frantic pants. “Fuck–fuck!” You could feel him get lost in you, he was no longer overthinking, just feeling. The way his hands gripped you, the way he whispered your name between moans and curses, it sent another rush of pleasure through you and you clenched him hard.

And that was what undid him. Law stiffened, his hips jerking forward as he shut his eyes and let out a desperate groan, pleasure rippling through him. Then he collapsed forward, holding himself up by the elbows before he crushed you, letting his face bury against the crook of your neck again, warming your skin with his ragged breathing.

You held him, pulling him closer to you as he was still buried within your walls. For a moment, the only thing breaking the silence was both your gasps and heavy breaths as you tried to regain your ground. Then Law lifted his head slightly, a dazed expression on his face, which made you smirk.

“That was… wow.”

“Not bad for a first time, right, Captain?”

Law’s exhausted, satisfied chuckle as he let his head fall on your chest was all the answer you needed.

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wolverigrl · 7 months ago

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Trying to have a romantic night at home with Hugh but the kids and then Ryan who rings him keep runing the mood

😉

Romance and Unicorn Plushies

Hugh Jackman x f!reader

A/N: Thank you for this idea, and I hope y'all like it! xx

Warnings: fluff

Enjoy!

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Tonight was supposed to be our night. Hugh had finally finished his work, the kids were tucked in, and we were going to have that long-overdue, romantic evening we'd been craving for weeks.

I could already picture it - just the two of us, no interruptions, candlelight, soft music, and then maybe... well, more.

He was in the kitchen finishing up Dinner, and I couldn't take my eyes off him. The way he moved, so effortlessly casual, like he wasn't even aware of how ridiculously attractive he was.

His forearms flexed as he stirred the sauce, and I found my mind drifting to much less innocent thoughts.

"Careful." Hugh teased without even turning around, his voice a low mumble.

"If you keep looking at me ike that, dinner's going to end up burned."

I leaned back against the counter, niting my lip as I gave him a slow once-over.

"Maybe I like my food with a bit of heat."

He turned then, giving me thas boyish grin that always made my heart race.

"Is that so?" He walked over, eyes never leaving mine as he placed his hands on either side of me, caging me in against the counter.

"I can think of a few ways to turn up the heat."

His breath was warm against my neck, sending a shiver down my spine as he leaned in, just close enough for his lips to brush against my ear. The nearness of him, the smell of him, was making it hard to focus on anything other than how padly I wanted him to close the small gap between us.

"Like what?" I asked, my voice teasing as I tilted my head, giving him more access.

"Mmm.." he murmured, his lips grazing my skin in the softest, most frustrating way.

"I could show you.. but it's much more fun if I make you beg for it."

I let out a soft laugh, running a hand up his arm, feeling the muscles flex beneath my touch.

"Hugh Michael Jackman.. do you really think I'm going to beg?"

He smirked, that slow, dangerous smile that set my pulse racing.

"Oh, love, I know you will."

Before I could come up with a witty response, his lips captured mine, slow and deliberate, as if he had all the time in the world to drive me insane. His hands slid around my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies were pressed flush against each other. The heat between us was immediate, electric, and I was suddenly not hungry for anything other than him.

He pulled back just slightly, his lips still hovering over mine, teasing me with every breath.

"Pasta's almost ready.."

I groaned, tugging him back toward me.

"I don't care about pasta!"

His laughter rumbled through his chest as he kissed me again, deeper this time, his hands slipping beneath my shirt to trace lazy patterns on my skin. I could feel every inch of him, the tension building between us like a coiled spring ready to snap.

"Are you sure?" he murmured against my lips. "I've been slaving over a hot stove for you."

I couldn't help the laugh that escaped me as I pulled him even closer, our bodies flush.

"If you think pasta's more important than this right now, I'm gonna start questioning your priorities!"

"Fair point." he whispered with a grin and his hands wandering lower.

"But you haven't even tried it yet."

His lips trailed down my neck, and tilted my head back, completely giving in to the sensations he was pulling out of me. He knew exactly what he was doing, exactly how to get me to the point where I couldn't think about anything but him. And he was enjoying every second of it.

Just as his hands slipped a little lower, the sound of giggling echoed from upstairs.

We both froze.

"You've gotta be kidding me!" Hugh groaned, dropping his head to my shoulder.

"They swore they were going to sleep." I said, exasperated.

But the laughter continued, and there was no use pretending they'd settle down on their own.

Hugh reluctantly let go of me and straightening up.

"I'Il go check on them."

"I'll come with you." I said with a sigh, and we both headed upstairs.

Sure enough, Ava and Oscar were wide awake, tangled up in sheets and pillows, whispering about something and clearly not planning to sleep anytime soon.

"Guys, come on.." Hugh said, rubbing is forehead.

"You promised you'd be asleep by now."

"Sorry, Dad.." Ava said, looking guilty but still too amused to be fully remorseful.

Oscar just grinned, as if this was all part of his master plan.

"We couldn't sleep."

I couldn't help but smile despite myself.

They were adorable, but right now, I wanted nothing more than to be back downstairs with Hugh, picking up where we'd left off.

"Alright.." Hugh sighed, trying to keep the frustration out of his voice.

"But seriously, you need to go to bed. It's late."

"Can we have one more story? Pleeeease!" Ava asked, pulling out the big, puppy-dog eyes and Hugh, of course, melted immediately.

"One more." he agreed smiling. "But that's it! Then you sleep!"

I gave him a look, raising an eyebrow. He just shrugged sheepishly.

He managed to get them settled after one more short story, and by he time we made it back downstairs, I was ready to pick up exactly where we'd left off. Hugh, as if reading my mind, grabbed my hand, pulling me back into his arm: with that same fiery look in his eyes.

"Where were we?" he asked, his voice a low, seductive murmur. His iands slipped down my back, and I shivered under his touch.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him in closer.

"I think you were about to make me forget my own name."

He chuckled softly, his breath warm against my neck.

"You make it very hard to keep track of time."

His lips brushed mine, and this time the kiss was deeper, more urgent. His hands slid under my shirt, fingertips grazing the skin of my waist, sending shivers through me. I pressed against him, feeling the solid warmth of his body, every muscle taut with restrained desire.

"Bedroom?" I breathed between kisses.

"Good idea." he muttered, lifting me slightly as we stumbled toward the stairs again without our lips parting.

Just as we reached the foot of the stairs, the doorbell rang.

We both stopped, frozen in place.

Hugh groaned loudly, resting his forehead against mine.

"This is some sort of cosmic joke!"

I couldn't help but laugh, even though I was equally annoyed.

"You should probably get that."

He ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated, but headed to the door. I leaned against the banister, trying to catch my breath and calm the frustration that was building as well.

We were so close.

Hugh opened the door, and there, standing in the doorway, was none other than Ryan.

"Ryan?" Hugh asked, exasperation clear in his voice. "It's almost ten o'clock at night!"

"Hey, mate!" Ryan grinned, strolling into the house like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"I just remembered my daughter left her unicorn plushy at your place."

Hugh blinked, still confused. "And you remembered that now?"

Ryan nodded solemnly.

"Yeah, she can't sleep without it, so I couldn't wait till morning."

Suddenly he leaned in, whispering just loud enough for us to hear.

"She has superhuman ears for the sound of her teddy bear being touched by anyone but her!"

I couldn't help the laugh that escaped me, and when Hugh glanced back at me with amusement, I shrugged.

"Unicorn plushies are serious business!"

"Yeah, see! She gets it!" Ryan said, smiling brightly. "You're the real MVP here!"

Hugh stepped aside, letting Ryan in with a sigh. "It should be somewhere in the living room. Try to be quiet. The kids just went to sleep."

As Ryan tiptoed through the house with exaggerated care, I couldn't stop giggling.

Hugh's frustration was palpable, but there was something so absurd about the situation, it was impossible to stay mad. Ryan, of course, found the plushy within minutes, triumphantly holding it up as though he had found some priceless artifact.

"I found it!" he whispered, glancing around dramatically, as if afraid the sound of his voice alone might wake the kids.

"Great. Now, out." Hugh said, trying to hide a grin, but failing miserably. He leaned against the doorframe crossing his arms in a way that would've looked intimidating to anyone who wasn't Ryan Reynolds.

"Leaving, leaving!" Ryan said, mock-saluting. "Sorry for the intrusion. Looks like you two were busy."

Hugh groaned playfully as Ryan winked at me before strolling out the door, whistling to himself like nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

Hugh closed the door behind him and turned to me, his face a mix of exhaustion and amusement.

"Why do I put up with him?"

"Because he's your best friend!" I teased, still laughing.

Hugh sighed, running a hand through his hair before walking back over to me, pulling me back into his arms.

"Now, if there are no more interruptions.

Where were we?" I asked, letting my hands wander across his chest feeling the tension still simmering between us.

"I think I was about to make you beg." he murmured, his voice low and teasing, lips brushing against mine.

"And what makes you think I'm going to beg?" I challenged, wrapping my arms around his neck.

His smile widened, a wicked glint in his eyes.

"Oh, love, I'll have you begging before the night's over."

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thelargefrye · 1 year ago

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STARSEED : PERFECT LOVE … mature one - shot

pairing : king!hongjoong x concubine!m!reader (ft. concubine!seonghwa and guard!yunho)

genre : fantasy au, slight historical au, royal au, smut, romance, sprinkle angst (i'm sorry i just can't help myself)

word count : 3.7k

warnings : language, slight jealousy (mainly yn), mentions of working in a brothel

smut warnings : unprotected sex, anal sex, oral, slight cumplay / eating

note : for my secret santa @yourfatherlucifer! i hope you enjoy it and happy holidays!! no tag list for this since its a present!

as the king’s favorite, you had many advantages and most of those included being with king in a way no one else could.

something felt uneasy in your stomach. like a swarm of moths flocking around inside of you. it was a feeling you didn't like, but you couldn't figure out how to get rid of it.

"what's wrong, moonflower?" you look up at the voice that snaps you out of your dazed thoughts. your eyes easily lock with seonghwa's figure who is standing behind you. his features are so soft and comforting as he smiles down at you.

his hands come to rest on your shoulders, gently massaging them and you feel the uneasy go down. but not disappear. "hmm?" he cocks his head to the side and you swallow the lump in your throat.

"i don't know... i'm just nervous i guess."

"nervous? about what?"

"hongjoong hasn't requested to see me in a while," you say with a sigh as you feel seonghwa's fingers press into your shoulders and you slowly feel the knots go away. seonghwa always was good a massages.

"i'm sure he's just busy, y/n. he is our king after all," seonghwa tries to reassure you and you appreciate his attempt, but it still doesn't settle the uneasiness. you hate it.

it's been several days since hongjoong last came to see you or even requested for you to spend the night with him. basically almost a week, and he's never went longer than a day without coming to see you. you couldn't help the thoughts running through your mind. was he still interested in you? did he still love you like he claimed?

you know he hasn't been by himself. having heard that he's been requesting for seonghwa as of late. your eyes flicker back up to the male standing behind you. seonghwa... he was so beautiful and kind. you don't blame hongjoong for taking him as a concubine, because you too fell in love with him. it wasn't hard.

perhaps hongjoong has just fallen for seonghwa harder and enjoys his company more than yours. the uneasiness returns tenfold the longer you think about these questions.

"moonflower?" seonghwa's voice once again brings you back to the present, his hand coming to rest on your jaw as he turns it to look at you. his eyes filled with worry as he looks at you.

you don't want to admit it, but you're completely jealous of seonghwa. how could you not be jealous of your lover? even when you both were growing up, he was the star of the village that everyone either wanted to marry or be. even when your village was raided and you were both sold off to the brothel, seonghwa was seen as the favorite "jewel" that everyone wanted. you were always second place to him, your own lover.

hongjoong probably only kept you as a concubine because of seonghwa.

"y/n, what's wrong?"

you open your mouth to speak; however, a knock at your chamber doors stops you. it opens to reveal yunho stepping inside, his armor hugging him nicely as he stands tall and proud.

"excuse me for interrupting, but his highness as requested to see you, y/n," you feel your heart jump into your throat as you stand up. you feel your palms sweat at the negative thoughts that fill your head.

this is it, he's going to tell you that he doesn't want you anymore. he's going to dismiss you and you'll never see him or seonghwa or any of the others again.

"hey, y/n," seonghwa grasps your wrist and you turn to look at him. "come find me later. so we can talk, okay?"

"okay, hwa," he smiles at your words before he's quickly leaning over to kiss you. his lips feel soft against your skin and you have to will yourself to not melt into his touch. thankfully before you can he's pulling away, his touch lingering on your skin even when you walk out of your chambers and down the grand hall.

yunho trails behind you, not saying anything as he escorts you to hongjoong's personal chambers.

"thank you for escorting me, yunho," you say looking at the guard with a smile. yunho returns your smile, bowing his head a little bit and you can't help but think he might have gotten taller since you last saw him. he's definitely gotten buffer, probably training with san and yeosang instead of resting. his brown hair is soft looking and he looks much happier now than when he did years ago when you first met him.

"of course, y/n," he says before his eyes are darting down each end of the hallway. there's no one else but the two of you and yunho takes the chance to lift your hand up and kiss the back it. he lets go of your hand before he's standing tall and adjusting his armor before he's turning and making his way back down the hallway.

and then you're left alone in front of hongjoong's chamber doors. you feel an ugly twist in your stomach as you knock on the oak doors and wait for his voice to let you in.

"come in," god, how long has it been since you've heard his voice. even just hearing him speak is enough to make you weak.

opening the door, you are immediately greeted to the sight of hongjoong lounging at his table, sitting in one of his plush, velvet chairs. his royal garments have been discarded, leaving him in only his thin, silk blouse and black trousers. his brown hair framing his face perfectly and you feel a wave of butterflies fill your stomach as your heart beat picks up.

hongjoong turns to see who has arrived and upon seeing you, his stoic face quickly turns into one of happiness. he stands up and makes his way over to you as you close the door behind you.

"my moonflower," he says, arms open as he brings you into a hug. his strong scent fills your nostrils as his arms wrap around your form and you can't help but to return the hug as you bury your face into his neck. you hear hongjoong let out a small laugh as his hand comes up to run over your head. "i've missed you so much."

you can't help but doubt his words. the knowledge that he's been seeing seonghwa again and again comes crashing in. if he truly missed you then why did he wait till now to request you?

"i've missed you too, your highness," you tell him, you can't help the mix of emotions that swim through you. you want to question him, but you know it will do no good. it will only make you look jealous.

"come on now, y/n," he says with a grin as he pulls away just enough to look at you, "we're alone, there's no need to call me that."

you can't help but feel flushed at his words, "sorry, just a habit," you say a little embarrassed, but hongjoong brushes it off with a laugh. "so... did you call on me solely because you missed me?"

"ah, yes, i actually have something i want to talk to you about?" he says before he's taking you by the hand and guiding you to his lavish and overly large bed. you sit down when the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed.

"talk about?" you feel your nerves bubble up when you watch hongjoong walk away from you and over to his desk that is filled with an assortment of stuff, but mainly parchment papers with writing all over them. however, its none of the papers that he picks up, but a small ornament box instead.

hongjoong holds the box as if it will break any second before he's gently sitting down next to you on his bed. you look at the box with confusion before you're are looking back up at hongjoong.

"this box is very important to the royal family," he begins to say as he runs his hand over it. you take notice of the white moonflower – the lunar tear – craving on the top of it. "my mother gave this to me when i became king," he adds on and you can't help but feel your palms start to sweat. "when she gave it to me, she told me about the duty my family had to the goddess and to protect this box."

"what's inside it?" you couldn't help but ask as you reached your own hand out. not to touch the box, but to touch hongjoong's hand.

"my mother told me its the spirit of a great evil. that centuries and centuries ago, pandora's soul was trapped in this very box by the goddess," he explains and for a second you want to laugh at his words. you think he's messing with you, but when you look at his face you can tell he's serious.

however, despite this information he is sharing with you, you can't help but want to ask him the one question that stands in your brain. "why are you showing me something this valuable, hongjoong?"

"because, my moonflower," he says with a smile as his hand comes up to cup your face. "i want to give it to you, to protect for me."

"me? h-hongjoong have you gone crazy or something?" you are completely caught off guard by his words. he wants to give you the box that supposedly has the soul of the most evil spirit the world has seen.

pandora is a person of myth; however, its been proven throughout the history of the world that she was just as real as you and hongjoong are. her goal was to bring about the end of the world. how she attempted to bring about the end of the world tended to change slightly, but her goal was still the same. kill any and everything.

and here, hongjoong was giving you this box to trust and hold. "hongjoong..."

"i'm giving entrusting this box because i know i can trust you," he says, leaning over as his lips ghost over your cheek. you feel a chill run down your spine as you look towards your lover right as he rests his forehead against yours. "my favorite flower, the one i love the most," he adds softly as he places the box into your hands.

his words make your heart skip a beat as his hands come up to cup your face. his breath fans against your lips as his hovers closely to yours. just centimeters from touching yours.

"but that's only if you accept the box, my love, i won't force you to take it," he says and that's when you're reminded of the weight in your hands from the small metal box.

you take a deep breath before answering, "of course, i’ll guard it with my heart, joongie." the king's smile is enough to make your heart do a flip.

“that’s not the only reason why i summoned you here though,” hongjoong said, his usual grin on his face as he gently takes the box and sets it on his bedside table.

you feel hongjoong tug on your sleeve and you turn to see his eyes filled with lust and longing and you can't help the smile that tugs at your own lips. "its been way too long since we have been one, don't you think?"

"yes it has, my king."

hongjoong's chamber was filled with a mixture of your moans and the sound of skin slapping skin. your legs were spread wide and you were practically bent in half as hongjoong pounded away at your hole. you couldn't help but arch your back as how hongjoong's cock filled you up.

"you take me so well, moonflower," hongjoong says a grin painting his lips as one of his hands wrap around your own cock, he gives it a firm squeeze that makes you cry out. your lover can't help but let out a laugh as he watches you wither underneath him.

"n-ngh! joongie! p-please!" you cry out as you feel hongjoong hit your sweet spot as he continues to stroke your cock. his thumb runs over your slit and it slowly begins to leak pre-cum that hongjoong uses as lube to stroke you off quicker.

"please what, love? use your words," he's clearly mocking you as he leans down to kiss you before he's pulling out of you and turning you onto your stomach. you can't help but moan at how hongjoong handles you like you were nothing.

"h-hongjoong," you can't help but moan as you feel hongjoong lick at your puckered hole as his hand grabs at your cock again and begins to jerk you off once more. "a-ah fuck! fuckfuckfuck!"

hongjoong laughs as he licks at your hole before he's pulling away. "does it feel good, moonflower?"

"y-yes s-so-so good, joongie!"

you let out another moan when you feel hongjoong enter you once again. you can't help but let out a sigh at hongjoong not only filling you up once again, but also at him finally leaving your poor cock alone. both his hands grip your hips tightly and he begins thrusting into you once again.

you grip the sheets below you tightly as you can't help but feel your eyes roll back as hongjoong's cock massages your prostate. you clench around him tightly as you feel your orgasm build up the longer he fucks you.

"you're so perfect, my flower," hongjoong says as he presses his chest against your back. his hands wandering over your body before they stop of play with your nipples and pinching them harshly which causes you to let out loud cry. "you take my cock so well and your body was made for me."

"n-ngh, yes joongie, only yours," you say in your fucked out daze as you felt hongjoong trail his lips down your back. you felt a pleasurable chill run over your body when hongjoong licks up your spin before his arms are wrapping underneath your armpits in order to pull you up off the bed.

you're pressed flush against hongjoong as he continues to abuse your hole, pounding away as he uses you for his pleasure. not that you mind, you would happily allow hongjoong to use your body to his heart's content in order to pleasure himself and make himself happy.

"you're so beautiful," he says before kissing your cheek. "i love you so much, moonflower," he says and the nickname that him and seonghwa and others always use for you makes your heart skip a beat. you remember when hongjoong had overheard seonghwa call you that nickname and how he had asked if he could call you that ask well.

"if i could marry you, i would in a heartbeat, but t-those bastard ad-visors of mine– fuck!" hongjoong cuts himself off as he does a particularly hard thrust before he's stilling himself inside of you for a moment.

he slowly lets you go as you rest back on his sheets, the cold material feels good against your hot skin. hongjoong moves once more to hover above you as he leans down to kiss you again.

"i wanted to ask..." he begins as he moves at a slower pace this time. "if you would come with me on my next campaign. i can't bare being without you and so i want you to be with me."

"r-really?" his question catches you off guard as you turn to look at him with just as much shock as you feel.

"yes," he says with a little laugh. "i've been trying to find a way to ask you since i got back from my last one and i even asked seonghwa if i should ask you. he scolded me for trying to hog you too much, but he eventually told me to just ask and so... yeah, here i am."

"fuck– hongjoong, of course!" you say when you feel his tip rub against your sweet spot. hongjoong gives you a teasing smile.

hongjoong doesn't say anything as he kisses you one last time before he's focusing back on making the two of you come. and when you finally do, you moan at how you feel hongjoong pumping you full of his cum. you know that when he pulls out, it will leak out of you knowing how much cum the king has.

you are left a panting mess as you feel your own cum panting your stomach. hongjoong pulls out slowly and you whine at how empty you feel as your lover turns you onto your back to look at the mess he had cause.

you watch as hongjoong bends down before licking up most of your cum that painted your skin. he then moves to lean over you before kissing you and you cringe at how you taste yourself on his lips and you can tell hongjoong is enjoying himself.

when he pulls away from your lips, you can't help but pout as he smiles at you softly before he's rolling over to lay next you. he brings his hand up to rest on your waist as he pulls you closer to you.

"i love you, my king," you said and hongjoong looks at you fondly as you brush some hair out of his face.

"i love you too, my moonflower."

its a few hours later when you are finally leaving hongjoong's chambers. your lover of course begged you to stay with him longer, pleading to spend the entire night with him, but you turned him down. not because you didn't want to spend the rest of the night in his embrace, but because you needed to find seonghwa.

you wanted to talk to him as a way to clear your conscious from those jealous thoughts you had earlier.

you kissed hongjoong's pouty lips, "next time we can spend the entire night together, my king."

"yeah, yeah, just go before i change my mind in letting you leave," his tone is full of tease as he rests on his side, his silk blankets the only thing covering his nude body.

you let out a laugh as you reach for the box before making your way out of his chambers and down the hall before you are arriving at the wing that has both yours and seonghwa's private chambers.

standing outside of seonghwa's chambers, you feel a sense of nervousness settle on you as you try to build up the fleeting courage to knock on his door.

then without a second thought, you knocked on his door. you bit your lip as you waited for your lover to open the door, and it felt like ages before you heard the door opening.

your eyes immediately met seonghwa's bright and shining ones. and then he beamed a bright smile at you when he realized who was at your door.

"ah, y/n!" he says your name and you can't help want to hear him say again and again, over and over. "did you go see hongjoong?"

"yeah, i just got back," you tell him and the box he gifted you feels heavy in your hands as you look at seonghwa. "b-but i wanted to talk to you, can i... can i come in?"

"of course, moonflower," seonghwa says before letting you, "how did your visit with hongjoong go?" he asks once the two of you are in his room and away from any prying eyes.

seonghwa had stripped you of your clothes, a wet rag in his hands as he wipes down your body. you felt a warmth spread over you as you felt seonghwa's hands roam around your body. you had to stop yourself from moaning when his hand wrapped around your cock.

"so..." seonghwa begins after he finished wiping you off, "what did you want to talk about?" his head tilts to the side as he watches you redress yourself.

"i wanted to apologize for earlier," you say, feeling embarrassed now that you say it out loud.

"what for, y/n?" seonghwa asks as he comes to sit down next to you on his bed. he takes your hands into his warm ones and sweet scent makes you want to melt into his embrace.

"i thought hongjoong was going to dismiss me from being his concubine because he had been seeing you more than me recently. i was... scared that i would never be able to see you again."

"oh, y/n, i would never let that happen," he says pulling you into his embrace. your head rests against his chest, your cheek pressing into the soft material of his blouse. "i love you so much."

you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by his confession, tears brimming at your waterline as you wrapped your arms around him. "i'm sorry for being jealous, i'm sorry for not being good enough like you."

"you hush now, don't think like that, my love. you are more than enough for me, that's why i love you." you peer up at seonghwa to see him smiling down at you. his hand runs through your hair before he's cupping your face and kissing you.

you immediately melt into the kiss as your hands pull him closer to you. seonghwa moves in order to lay you down onto his bed with him hovering overtop of you. both his and your own hands roam over each other's body, pulling away your clothes so that you are both bare and pressed up again each other like you have been so many times before in the past.

seonghwa kisses down your body, his hands squeezing your flesh as he leaves his own trail of lovebites next to and around the ones hongjoong had left.

and then seonghwa is entering you, your warm hole welcoming his cock as he milks your prostate. your moans fill his chamber as his hips meet your ass and you can't help but feel loved by seonghwa.

eventually, you reach your climax with seonghwa before you're laying together in his bed. the two of you lay so close to each other that your noses graze each other whenever one of you moves.

"seonghwa?"

"yes, y/n?"

"we'll be together forever, right? nothing's going to tear us apart?"

"no, never. together forever." you two share a brief kiss before seonghwa is pulling you to rest your head against his chest. seonghwa smiles down at you before his eyes flicker up at pandora's box that sits idly on the bedside table behind you.

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signedeclipse · 2 years ago

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Please could i request a oneshot of Haganezuka meeting and falling in love with a hashira reader (Tanjiro’s older sibling) 💙💙

One More Time [Haganezuka X Reader]

Reader is Human Gender Neutral | Fluff + Romance

Recomended Song - Rather Be by Clean Bandit

It wasn't his first sword delivery, but Hotaru had never been assigned to a slayer permanently before, having only made swords for beginners of the corps or for practice, since most upper ranks in the corps chose older, more seasoned nichirin swordsmiths.

Part of him was excited, being able to tend to an individual's abilities and forge something more unique, as opposed to the clear cut ones most starter blades were.

The other part was frustrating, because it wasn't for anyone unique, no one had specifically chosen him, just a random assignment since all the others had enough to care for. Still, he tried to feel grateful that this was a chance at becoming more reputable.

He remembered his first encounter with the Kamado, the excitement at the idea of a red blade, the disappointment that followed.

It all loomed over him now that the Kamado name had long since grown. It was hard not to recognize such a unique family; a demon, one of the fastest-growing slayers, and the sun hashira. While he wasn't one to take back his words so easily, he was reminded by the chief to bite his tongue the next time he tried mouthing off to the family.

But luck had not been on his side.

When news got back to him that Tanjiro had broken his blade for the second time, Hotaru felt a mix of anger and shame.

Anger that once again his craftsmanship had not been enough, and shame at the idea that it'd likely happen again were he not more careful.

The idea flashed across his mind that his failure twice in a row might mean he would lose Tanjiro as a client of sorts, or that he would be forced to resign from being a swordsmith, so he avoided confronting or contacting him in favour of preparing himself to make the best blade imaginable.

There he was, as the sun had barely begun to rise and the sky was a mid-blue hue, casting the village and its surroundings in a cool tone. Though he slept soundly, he woke up before anyone else got the chance so he could get a head start on his exercises, which gave him time to ponder how long he had before Tanjiro came to him instead.

"So, you must be Haganezuka."

The voice almost startled him from his perch atop a cliffside, though he barely showed it besides the clenching of his fists. The voice was entirely unfamiliar, though before he could turn to look at them their presence had moved.

"Is that a yes?" You were to his right, which he turned to finally meet the individual who had managed to find him.

While still taken back by the speed at which you had moved, he was also very surprised to see the same maroon eyes as Kamado, except it was clear that you were no Tanjiro.

"Well, I'm sure you've realised who I am, but you can just refer to me as Kamado."

Hotaru had not expected your presence in the village, had you been sent in place of your brother?

"I don't have a blade ready yet." Haganezuka had bowed his head slightly. He could run and be stubborn all he wanted, but Hashira could be far more harsh in punishment.

"Blade? I'm not- no-" You had let out a string of laughs, facing away from him and covering your mouth to suppress the giggles. He looked so worried! Even if you hadn't seen his face, the atmosphere around him had certainly dropped.

"It's his first time in the village, I couldn't miss it! Well, that and my swordsmith will be retiring, so I'm here to meet some of the newer generations and pick someone I feel is capable. I was never a fan of blind recommendations." While you spoke, Hotaru had straightened out his posture and looked back out at the village, the sun now growing the area with orange rays.

You were very relaxed, and far more talkative than any hashira he had met, so any intimidation he felt melted away, especially considering you weren't here to scold him.

"Anyways, I hope you give my little brother a hard time, sometimes I think he gets it too easy because of his kindness, and he needs to be ready to combat issues that aren't life-threatening..." Judging by your words, you hadn't seen Haganezuka chasing after your sibling with knives, which relieved him.

Still pouting from his faulty blades, he kept silent, deciding he didn't want to say much if more to prove a point for himself.

By the time he glanced to his right again, you were long gone, with nothing but the imprint of where you sat left in the grass.

The next time he saw you, you were with Kanamori, who held two nichirin blades that had seen better days.

Having been found by Tanjiro and been given the blade he was to repair, Hotaru was on his way to eat and prepare for the gruelling 72 hours worth of work he had ahead of him.

Despite the raging inspiration he felt, you had stopped him dead in his tracks, pulling all the air from him until he felt weak again. Hotaru hadn't realised how much he'd hoped to see you again, and you were still here.

"Ah, have you met my good friend, Haganezuka?" Kanamori motioned to the taller swordsmith, who you noticed now had a wide hat fit with chimes...and his upper torso was revealed, the rest of his clothes wrapped around his waist.

You nodded, smiling and waving to the surprisingly well-built swordsmith, trying to hide your rosy cheeks with a smile.

"I have, but, it's a long story." Shrugging your shoulders, Kanamori hummed pleasantly, before returning to a slow strive towards his workshop, pulling you along considering your arms were linked.

Apparently, Kanamori had experience with dual blades, so you had chosen him for his kind personality and experience since you were a dual wielder.

Before you had entirely left, you turned to look back at Haganezuka, throwing a thumbs up.

"You better make sure this one doesn't break!! I'm trusting you!"

Of course, he would have to make the best blade he could manage, for Tanjiro; if not to prove himself as a worthy swordsmith, then to impress the eldest Kamado.

Author Note - For some reason this took me so long to write I get procrasinating but WE GOT ER DOWN!!! Thank you for requesting <3

Word Count - 1,058

Art Credit - Kimetsu No Yaiba (2019)

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princeofstarspost · 11 months ago

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𓍊𓋼~All the Letters of the alphabet~𓋼𓍊

Type: Mini headcannons

Description: So obviously I'm not the first to make a dirty alphabet of headcannons, credit to whoever did make it first though cause I tried to find out but it was a never ending list, but anyways this is basically a whole bunch of smutty headcannons with each one being a letter of the alphabet. I changed a couple though to make it more my own. :p

Rating: Explicit

Reader: GN, afab

Warnings: Kinky, be prepared for anything

Includes: Tighnari!

Tighnari:

Aftercare:

His soft hands would never leave yours as he helped you and cared for you, making sure you were well taken care both in the bedroom and out of it. He'd take a bath with you if you were sore and let you hug his tail if you wanted to cuddle. Aftercare with him always confirms how much he loves you.

Body part:

His favourite body part of yours would have to be your hands, the way they feel wrapped around him or when you're playing with his ears, he loves it. He even adores when your nails scrape across his back during the fun~

Cum:

He cums alot~, neither of you are sure why but he can overfill you in one go and then some. It's messy, sticky milky white but it's also hot to be covered in so much of him. It tastes salty sweet and often runs down your chin whenever you use your mouth, no matter how hard you try to get it all...

Dirty secret:

He secretly likes when he fills you too full. Something about seeing his cum drip out of you and knowing that you're unable to hold anymore sends shivers down his spine.

Experience:

He didn't have lots of experience, mostly cause he was more focused on academics then romance but he quickly studied up on books and other forms of learning after the two of you started having sex. He wanted to know everything so he wouldn't be lacking and it paid off~

Favourite position:

Any of them really, but he specifically likes ones where he can look into your eyes. He enjoys seeing what different positions can affect you the most. The second your eyes roll back he knows he's found a good one.

Goofy:

He's not goofy in bed. He's not really goofy outside of it either, but sarcasm does find it's way into some of your more intimate moments...for example if you tell him not to stop over and over he'd probably respond with "Yeah like I'd stop" just pointing out the obvious.

Hands:

Just the same as he loves yours, you love his hands. He's very good with them, wether they are hitting all the right places inside...or outside~ They are always finding ways to make the experience better for you.

Intimacy:

He can be very intimate and romantic, but more often then not he's more of a beast in bed. Naughty things cloud his mind and though love is obviously always in play, it tends to fade more into the background as the two of you get louder and louder.

Jack off:

Masturbation was basically what got him through his academic years and it's still helping him out whenever he's away from you. If he's gone away for a lecture, you can bet he's taking dirty thoughts of you with him to use when he's alone. You're on his mind more often then you'd think too..

Kink:

Alot of people would assume breeding kink, which yes can be true but it's mainly a cum kink for him. He just likes it when you're filled with his cum, or covered in it if, or swallowing it. Anything where you have him all over you, its such a turn on for him.

Location:

He's usually pretty nervous doing things outside of a bedroom, but ever so often things might make it outside and I mean in nature outside. He has animal instincts and he likes the fresh air, pair that with your scent and the slight risk of getting caught and he's in heaven.

Mouth:

He's more then happy to use his mouth on you. His tongue is a bit rougher then average and it feels so good on you that you tend to get pretty loud whenever he goes down on you. It makes his ears twitch in delight as he laps up your essence.

No:

He's usually pretty open to learning ways to please you, but the one thing he will not do is...hurt you. He can't bring himself to actually injure you. Maybe a spank or a bite but that's it. He's trained in the medical field and he's seen abuse firsthand. He never wants you to feel that way.

One or more:

He usually prefers to keep things between the two of you, but if both of you agree to add a extra someone to the party, he can get behind that... literally~ As long as you know at the end of the day that you're his lover and no one else's.

Pace:

He is usually pretty fast. Not that he doesn't want things to last, he just reaches his breaking point quickly, but that doesn't mean things end then. He's almost always up for another round and if he's not then you can guarantee he'll find other ways to please you till he is.

Quickies:

They are okay in his opinion. He's fast so it works, but he really enjoys when he has lots of time with you to do whatever you both are craving. Not to mention, quickies often leave him having to hurry and dress you back up and he longs to see his work instead...

Rough:

He can get pretty rough when he's really hungry for you. Hair pulling is on the table, along with biting and holding you down as he fucks fast and hard. He knows you can handle it~

Stamina:

He pretty much stays at three rounds, but if things are really hot and heavy and he just needs more of you, he will find a way to go more.

Toys:

Over his course of learning how to make you feel pleasure beyond your wildest dreams, he gathered quiet a few toys to use on you. Sure he has some for him, but you're his true interest. He especially loves one that's shaped like a mushroom, it vibrates and has such a nice array of settings for him to play with.

Unfair:

He teases you with his sarcasm and finds it hot when you do the same back, he's quick witted and sometimes you find it difficult to compete with him, but that's all just entertainment that dissipates when things start going~

Volume:

He's so quiet normally, but when the two of you are at it he loses that entirely. Gasps and groans are always escaping him, and when you're using your mouth he gets even louder. Yelps and grunts that have you grasping for more.

Wildcard:

He wouldn't be opposed to traveling in the desert with you if it meant he could see you in one of the desert outfits. Sweaty and lots of skin showing...a guy can dream~

X-ray:

Whats in his pants...a 8 inch. A little longer then average but rather skinny, with a pretty pink tip. He has bigger balls that tend to slap against the inside of your legs or against your booty for extra sound affect.

Yearning:

His sex drive is high. He needs you, all the time. Filled, bent over, on your knees, all of it. Whenever the two of you have the opportunity, he's in the mood.

Zzz:

He's already tired from working and he puts in alot of effort so he falls asleep pretty fast afterwards, but not without cuddling up to you and wrapping his tail around you first.

Phew this was long. Next post is gonna be a part two to scream or be silent!

#𓍊damushroomguy𓍊 #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin smut #tighnari x reader #tighnari #tighnari x you #tighnari smut

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mybelovedwoo · 1 year ago

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Yeosang as boyfriend plsss

hey, thank you so much for your request <3 i hope you'll like it!!

kang yeosang as your boyfriend - headcanon

headcanon, romance, fluff, smut

gn!reader x bf!atz

wc. ~0.7k

an: i'm just so soft for this man TTTT

you can request headcanons if you want to!! if you want to be tagged in any of my fics you can apply here <3

masterlist

-literally the sweetest, most gentle boyfriend ever, takes your relationship really seriously but is also just such a goofball, your best friend

-would laugh with him 24/7, so many jokes and fun with him, makes you laugh so hard that your stomach would hurt

-we all know he can't ask for kisses or hugs, so you have to initiate them all the time, but it's his favorite thing

-he likes back hugs, but he's more on the receiving side, just loves it when you cling to him, he just wants to stay like that forever if he could

-he loves it when you compliment his muscles, he feels so proud and would always shows them off for you, it motivates him to work out even more

-would immediately notice when something changes on you, like your hair or you bought some new clothes, "wow, y/n, you look really great"

-you are the type of couple that relies on each other all the time, when you go somewhere together there's not a second you leave the other alone

-he would do the most random things, like propose to you (as a joke) with a gummy ring or "take you out on the fanciest a date" where you all dress up, but it's actually on your balcony with takeouts and wine

-he always says what's in his mind, so you never have to wonder what's in his head, communication is really key in your relationship, but sometimes you wish he wouldn't say everything out loud

-although it can be difficult to express his emotions through words, so instead he would show them through actions, his love language is definitely acts of service

-he gives you everything you desire, more than you need actually, treats you like a princess really, gives little gifts, tries to cook for you (but fails every time), gives you massage

-literally no jealousy or possessiveness in your relationship (at least what you know about), he trusts you with all his heart and he expects the same from you

-he wants to spend every spare time with you, he can't be far away from you for too long

-he'll literally do anything just to get your affection (but ask for it TT), he likes to entertain you, that's why he often brings you with him to the gym, he doesn't want you to get bored of him

-calls you cute nicknames, like sweetie, cutie or bub, also your contact name is bub, it's the most used one of all of them

-kisses with him are just so soft, he caresses your hair or cheeks and you would melt into his touch

-would run to you, asking for rescue when his members are teasing him, you are his safe place and knows you would help him out

-once he accidentally used your shampoo instead of his, now it has become a habit of his and only uses your products

-dating yeosang would mean arguing with woosan 24/7 about whose yeosang really is

nsfw +18!!!

-he is a switch, depending on the mood and the day he has, but literally always the sweetest when it comes to such a vulnerable state

-he doesn't really care about the pleasure part, but the emotions that comes with it, he likes to be close to you and the excitement that comes within

-it is kinda part of your routine now, maybe not every day but really often ends the day naked, in each other's arms

-that's why the morning often starts with an intimate shower together

-yess, he is the vanilla type of guy, with traditional positions, where you can just hug each other real close

-something that would be a no no is anything really wild and out of his comfort zone, he is more like the traditional type of guy as i said, and seeing you in pain or hurt is also a big turn off

-lots of kisses and little "i love you" during sex

-not very vocal other than that, just lots of breath and groan

-could be very shy about it, so probably wouldn't do it when his members are around, or at least would be very careful and very quiet

-cockwarming is a must for him once in a while, he likes to be connected with you and being warmed by the love of his life

-he collapses after, he would be very worn out, but still makes sure to hold you close to him, he falls asleep almost immediately

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he-calls-me-kitten · 2 years ago

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Ah, thank god <33

Since I don't have the balls to write this myself -- what about the bros with a very flirtatious reader-? One that just teases them non-stop throughout the whole day, and the bros punish them for it-?

(Ik this is a rlly boring idea but AKSKDKSNS)

First of all, it's not boring AT ALL! Do you know how much I love it when MC takes charge??? And this right here???!!! THIS IS GOLDEN HEHEHE! We need more confident flirty representation okay!!

No Rest for the Loving

Seriously you could be the biggest tease in all three realms. They thought they had seen everything with Asmo, but lo and behold, came along you. It was quite literally, getting harder to live with you in the same house. But there's only so much they can hold back until their patience runs out.

Lucifer face palms as you take a seat on his lap, offering to 'help with paperwork'. You've not even shifted yet, but he's already stimulated - knowing your cheeky tricks. And the fact that you've been constantly doing it the entire day. First in the meeting room and now in his room.

"You look extra tired. Look at all the lines on your forehead." You hold his face tenderly, pretending to kiss it better. "Ahaha, you look so much better when you're flushed red."

"Hmph, is that so?" Lucifer glanced up towards his door to see if it was locked. "In that case, you might look better like this." Papers flew and pens and quills scattered and fell off the desk as he placed you on it and laid you down.

You brace yourself as he grinds against you mercilessly. You throw your head back when you're almost at your climax and then he pulls back. You groan into your hands because you know he won't be relieving you for a while.

Mammon grumbled under his breath as he hung from the ceiling, waiting for you to stop laughing. "Are ya done laughing your head off yet? Can you get me down already?"

"Oh come on, you're asking me to go against Lucifer's orders to keep you like this, atleast let me have my fun won't you?" You cooed, running a finger down his chiselled abs exposed from hanging upside down.

"Oi! I told you to stop that! This is the fourth time! What's with you and my stomach anyway?!" He blushed furiously, his skin on fire from your fingers.

"I just like how it feels." You answered cheekily, as you untied him from the ropes. "Now there, all done. Now we're even."

"No..." You were about to leave when you felt his arm wrap around your waist, the other hand cupping your bottom. Squeezing and groping it as he pleased, it sent electricity up your spine. "We'll be even after I'm done with my turn."

"Ack! There's no way! I can't possibly win against you!" Leviathan said as he lost another round of the staring contest with you. "Also is it really okay for you to sit there and have an ice cream during this?!"

"What's wrong with the ice cream, I got you the Ruri one in your favourite flavour too didn't I?" You said, deliberately making a big show of eating the stick of ice cream in a erotic way. "My, my what are you imagining in that head of yours, Levi?"

Levi turned even redder at the accusation. Oh shit. Had you caught him staring at your tongue the whole time? "I'm not imagining anything! And besides you..." He racked his brain for a good one liner, inspireed by his many romance novels."Besides you couldn't handle me anyway!"

"Oh, do you want a tongue-off to put it to the test?" You regretted suggesting that seconds later. Now your endless moans were muffled by his long forked tongue invading your mouth. You tried to surrender the fight, grabbing his shirt in fistfuls, but he only shoved his tongue deeper inside in crazed frenzy, holding you firmly in place. This wasn't a fight you could ever win as his tail entered the picture too

Satan was trying so hard to hide how flustered he was. "MC, this is just getting silly now." He said trying very hard not to start gazing down at you just sitting on the floor, between his legs, head resting on his thigh. The cat ears on your head didn't help either.

"But I'm not even doing anything." You said with mock innocence, as if you hadn't made a show of crawling to him on all fours and plopped your head dangerously close to his growing arousal. "Oh, am I to blame for this?"

You turned around and grazed your hand on his crotch. He grabbed your wrist but didn't push your hand away. "Oh my, you could totally mess up my insides with this. If you know how to use it of course."

"Sure, I'll show you what I can do if you can put that pretty little mouth to use." You tried very hard to be confident but it all went down the drain now that you whimpered with his length hitting the back of your throat. He was determined not to let you walk for the next few days.

Outdoing Asmo in terms of teasing was no easy feat, but you managed it anyway. You combined his love for fashion and you very efficiently by wearing the most enticing thing you could find in his wardrobe.

All he had to do was walk in and see you sprawled on his bed, fidgeting with your phone. He gasped, dropping his many shopping bags - an impatient frenzy in his eyes.

"It seems you really like what you see." You chuckled at the obvious reaction his pants were too tight to hide. Within seconds he was on top of you, leaving lipstick stains over your exposed skin and somehow skillfully fucking you with the outfit still on. It was after the first 8 rounds you realised what a mistake you'd made.

"Oh no MC, don't drift off just yet! There's a few more outfits I'd like to fuck you in." He said, pulling you onto his lap. Your head lulled to the side, resting on his shoulder. What the hell were you thinking tempting the Avatar of Lust?

The one thing you learnt about the twins is that you cannot tempt them while they are in the same room. Whether they take turns or tag team to pleasure you, you are always unable to function properly for the next few days.

Belphie takes his revenge by lazily thrusting inside you, constantly dangling you over the edge of your release.

You beg and plead but he doesn't increase his speed until the very end, where even his hands add to the party. "See how easy it is to turn the tables on you? You thought I'd let you go easy after how grinded against me in the crowded bus?"

Beel goes quiet, even apologetic right before he goes feral. As if he knows exactly how badly he's going to ruin you.

The thing about the way he overstimulates you with tongue is that you can't tell if he's being deliberate or if his hunger is just that intense. And you never ever know when he's going to be full. "I'm sorry MC, one last time I promise...it's hard to resist your taste... especially since you offered..."

#obey me #obey me smut #obey me Lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me Belphie #obey me ask

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jupiters-starchild · 3 months ago

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After the First Kiss

A little Rook x Harding piece I wrote about the scene where you lock in your romance with Lace. Some aftermath and fluff from that scene. Rook uses they/them pronouns

"Rook I said stop! I told you not to touch me!" Lace shouts annoyed as a wobbly Rook chases after her, earning laughs from the other lords of Fortune who are there to witness this ridiculousness.

Lace runs past Taash and Davrin who had accompanied Rook to the hall of valor. Taash sniffs the air and grabs Rook as they almost faceplant chasing after Lace.

"Hey, she said stop." Taash says firmly, scolding Rook who just reaches out after Lace with uncoordinated hands. "Why do you smell weird? Rook do something to upset you Lace?" The Qunari asks.

Lace groans and lets out a frustrated sigh and shakes her head.

"No no it's not.....uhg! No Taash, Rook didn't do anything wrong." She groans.

Davrin glances at Rook who squirms trying to get out of Taash's grasp and back to Lace.

"Uh Harding, how did Rook get drunk in like....five minutes?" He asks.

"They aren't drunk." Taash says, "they smell weird but they don't smell like booze"

"Put...me down....I need to....she's right there... Laaaaaace....!" Rook whines, slurring a bit.

"No you idiot! I could hurt you! No touching untill we figure this out! You don't even like being touched anyway!" Lace groans.

"Only by you...." Rook says sadly, still reaching out to her. Lace's heart skips a beat, and she realizes it's true. While Rook would often flinch at the slightest touch no matter how casual or brief, they had never been like that with her.

"It's....it's not safe...."

"someone please explain what's happening....Im lost here" Davrin sighs.

"It's .... complicated....I....kissed them...and I think my new powers gave them...lyrium poisoning" Lace says, embarrassingly covering her face with her hands.

"You kissed Rook--"

"Lyrium poisoning--"

Taash and Davrin say in unison. Lace looks down at her hands, which are still crackling with energy.

"I think....when I touched that dagger...not only was I given those stone powers but...my body was like....infused with lyrium....it doesn't affect me but when I kissed Rook...they collapsed...like I sucked out all their energy." Lace's mind was reeling, she and Rook had being playing this game for months of will they won't they, and now that she finally had an answer to her feelings, and a positive one at that, she can't even hold them.

"I...I need to go back to the lighthouse...to think...Taash can you...make sure Rook is okay for me...?" She asks the dragon slayer. Taash looks down at her seriously and nods. Lace sighs and starts to head back to the Eluvian, glancing back at Rook who seems uncomfortable in Taash's clutch.

Once Lace was out of sight Taash and Davrin looked at Rook who seemed to have started coming back to their senses.

"Taash... you're hurting me..." Rook winces.

"Can you stand?" Taash asks slightly loosening their grip on Rook. Rook nods bracing themselves against a wood beam.

"How you hanging in there boss?" Davrin scoffs, earning him a middle finger from Rook.

"Well, the girl I've been pining after for over half a year kissed me, so that was nice, on the other hand it nearly killed me and I doubt I'm going to get a second....uhg....second chance...any time soon...I'm.... going to sit down a bit..." Rook groans lowering themselves onto the floor of the Hall of Valor.

"You look like shit." Taash says kneeling beside them.

"Thanks Taash..."

As Rook expected Lace seemed to keep her distance from them over the next few days, running or backing off whenever they got too close. After a few days Rook finally manages to corner the dwarf in the kitchen, closing the door behind them.

Lace jumps as she hears the door shut and tries to act nonchalant as she sees Rook leaning back against it with their arms crossed.

"Found you~"

"Whaaat...? I have ...no idea what you mean!" Lace stutters.

"Lace...you know that running from me really hurts my feelings." Rook sighs, "can we talk? Please Lace?"

Lace groans, seeing that look on Rooks face was not making this easier, she felt a itching sensation run along under her skin, maybe more of a prickle.

"Not fair....don't....look at me like that!" She whines, Rook cock's an eyebrow,

"This is just my face."

"Yeah...! Your cute face that....I can never say no to.... damnit Rook...I hurt you! I could have killed you! You knew the whole time and you just let me do that! You just let me kiss you!?" She's shouting, but she's more annoyed than angry.

"You have a face I can't say no to." Rook says with a smirk making Lace groan, and blush simultaneously.

"Would you just sit down? Maybe we can talk about this? Because I don't want to pretend that what happened at the hall of valor never happened. I don't want to pretend like those feelings weren't there, like you didn't kiss me." Rook pleads, sitting down at the table and gesturing for Lace to do the same. She eyes them wearily, but sits down nonetheless, fidgeting and avoiding their gaze.

"So...mind tell me what you're thinking right now?"

Lace gulps, "I'm thinking I wanna curl up into a little ball and disappear."

Rook frowns.

"I'm not scared of you. And I'm not sorry I kissed you back. Lace, we've been going through this back and forth for almost...a year, and now I know you feel the same way I feel about you. I'm not suggesting we rush into things, but I want this. I want you." At their words, the prickling sensation under Lace's skin grew more intense, "you were never imagining things."

Lace pouts, it's nice to hear that Rook still sees her the same way, that they still want her regardless, but the idea that she could hurt them with something as sweet an gentle as a kiss was terrifying.

"Lace, I'm not giving up on you. Whatever this is we can get through it, together. Maybe Emmerich has some answers, he's a well versed mage and a scholar at that maybe we start there." Rook says with a soft smile.

"I did.... mention it to him....he said he'd take a look at me." Lace tells them.

"Good," Rook says with tender smile,"let's start there."

#lace harding #rook x Harding #scout lace harding #rook #dragon age #dragon age rook #lace harding x rook #harding x rook #harding x reader #datv #da4 #veilguard #dragon age the veilguard #veilguard spoilers #da: the veilguard #scout harding #taash #davrin

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in1-nutshell · 10 months ago

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How's it going? I want to try the IDW request, please. (I feel like giving Starscream a happy ending.) After the war, Buddy is a senator that cares about the people in Cybertron and is Starscream's Conjux. Buddy is always gentle, blunt and very patient with Starscream - always trying to make Starscream happy when things are very hard for him. They met in the middle of the war when Buddy came across a badly injured Starscream. Despite being enemies on the opposite sides, Buddy heals Starscream. (Buddy was an Autobot medic before they became a senator.) Starscream asked Buddy why are they helping him - Buddy only responds, "Because i'm tired. Do you ever get tired of fighting?" Buddy left after their done healing Starscream. A few years after the war, their relationship started when Buddy took Starscream to a quiet place to watch the stars when Starscream is having an argument with a rude senator that really despises him, Buddy bluntly told the rude senator to frag off. Four years later, they unexpectedly have a sparkling that wasn't planned which made Buddy crying a tears of joy while I'm pretty sure Starscream fainted since he wasn't planning to have a sparkling to begin with. Starscream holds his little bean in his arms for the first time, the sparkiling looked alot like Starscream and have Buddy's blue optics. When the sparkling opens its eyes for the first time and sees him - the sparkling smiled at him with love and joy. Characters: Starscream. Please and thank you!

Don't we all need a happy ending from time to time?

Lets give Screamer a win!

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy the Senator and being Starscream's Conjunx

SFW, Romance, Platonic, Mention of injury, Mention of pregnancy, Cybertronain reader

IDW

Buddy was one of the few Senators who actively fought for all Cybertronains.

From the Autobots.

To the Decepticons.

To the N.A.I.L.S.

To any other cybertronain from distant colonies.

They made many friends and enemies in those chambers; but at the end of the day, they gave it their all for the citizens to have a better future.

They witnessed the former Senate full of corruption and lost touch with its citizens.

That was not going to happen as long as they were still online.

Which made it hard to believe that this caring and kind bot’s Conjunx was none other than Starscream.

The ruler of Cybertron and the infamous former second in command of the Decpticons.

Buddy walking into Starscream’s office. They smile when they see him sitting at his desk with Rattrap by his side. Both mechs look up. Rattrap winks a bit at Starscream and wordlessly leaves the office. Starscream stands up and lets Buddy envelop him in a hug. Buddy: “How was today’s meeting with Windblade?” Starscream scoffs: “That could barely even be allow to be called a meeting.” Buddy hums as they begin to let go. Starscream looking at them with a stern look: “Who told you to stop!?” Buddy playfully smiles and pulls their Conjunx closer: “Better My Lord?” Starscream’s wings wiggle a bit before he goes on a rant about the morning’s meetings.

Buddy could still remember the day Starscream began occupying a part of their processor.

It was during the war.

Buddy was an Autobot medic, one of Ratchet’s right-hand bots when it came to field medics.

They had been wandering around some rubble looking for survivors.

That’s where they found Starscream pinned down with damaged wings.

They wanted to run and leave the scheming con behind…

… but curse their big spark.

Buddy was so tired of fighting… they hoped this would come back and bite them in the tailpipe.

They still remember the fear they saw in his optics before trying to mask it with confidence.

They remember trying to calm him down while they tried to patch him up.

They remember the anger they felt for Starscream when he told them about how Megatron used him as a shield from the blaster fire.

They remember finishing the work before running back to the base.

Their mind occasionally wondering how was the Second in Command from time to time.

Starscream remembered falling from the fire.

He remembered feeling fear when someone approached him at a vulnerable state

He remembered seeing a medic appearing from the dust and calmly explaining that they were going to help him.

He remembers staring where the medic ran off to.

He remembers the frustration he felt realizing that the medic was now occupying a part of his processor.

And it continued long after the war was over.

As fate would have it, they both met again walking down the halls of the councils’ chambers.

They continued to pass by each other at work.

Sometimes Starscream would randomly pop into their office and have chats with them or simply escape from some work.

Buddy didn’t mind seeing the Seeker in their office, in fact they rather enjoyed seeing him around.

Buddy walking into Starscream’s office: “Star—” They stop seeing one of their fellow Senator’s standing in front of Starscream. They looked furious. Senator: “And if you do not fund this project, you can say goodbye to—” Buddy: “Excuse me Senator.” Buddy moves in between the two mechs: “I was sent here to retrieve Starscream for an urgent meeting.” They grab his servo and walk out of the room. Starscream: “I was not aware of another meeting today.” Buddy slows down a bit looking at him a bit sheepishly: “Forgive me for lying Lord Starscream, but you looked like you needed help.” Starscream feels his faceplate warming up a bit: “I did not need your help… but you did save some of my valuable time, so you are forgiven. But why where you coming to my office? You filled up all the work for today.” Buddy: “Well… I-I just…” Starscream: “Go on! Spit it out!” Buddy: “Iwantedtoseeifyouwantedtogoouttotheobservatorywithme!” Starscream blinks: “Repeat that.” Buddy: “I wanted to see if you wanted to go out to the observatory with me…” Buddy notices their servo still in Starscream’s. They quickly let go. But Starscream just as quickly latches onto their servo again. Starscream: “I guess I could go. I do have a to go there anyways.” Buddy smiles slightly squeezing his servo back.

After that night the rest was history.

They did try and keep the relationship a secret.

And it worked for four years until IT happened.

Mainly due to a party hosted at Blurr’s that ended up with Starscream getting drunk off his pedes; climbing on top of Buddy’s lap, proudly proclaiming to have the hottest medic/ Senator of all of Cybertron as his Conjunx and hissing at anyone who tried to separate them both.

Thank Primus this was a private event.

Windblade, Chromia, Ironhide, Wheeljack, Blurr, Rattrap, even Waspinator have pictures of Starscream drunk flirting with an extremely flustered Buddy.

A week later they went for their routine tuning when the news broke.

Buddy had no idea how to tell Starscream about this.

Buddy dragging Starscream into their shared room.

Starscream: “All right now. What is going on with you? You have been acting all dogy and secretive.” Buddy looks down at their pedes. Starscream notice their sudden shift in mood hesitantly laces his digits into theirs: “…I don’t know how to assist you if you do not tell me My Spark.” Buddy squeezes their optics. Buddy: “Starscream… we are going to have someone else in this habsuite soon.” Starscream: “… Who? I swear if you’re thinking about adding someone move in with us—” Buddy: “A Sparkling, Starscream!” THUD! Starscream’s frame now lies sprawled out on the ground leaving Buddy in near panic. Buddy: “STARSCREAM!”

Thankfully once Starscream woke up and comprehended the news, he was almost as overjoyed as Buddy was.

It was defiantly something to get used to.

Especially with their relationship now turning public to explain the sudden pregnancy.

Starscream is STRESSED.

He wants to make sure Buddy and the sparkling have everything they need.

Thankfully Buddy has friends and allies that help them when Starscream can’t.

They are in a meeting when the sparkling wants out.

Thankfully Buddy had a plan just for this occasion and with Ironhide and Chromia escorting them to the hospital within moments.

Starscream is out the door with Windblade closely behind him when Rattrap gets the news about Buddy being in the hospital.

Starscream gets into the room and promptly faints seeing not 1 but 3 sparklings in the bed with a tired Buddy.

And he is defiantly not crying the moment he wakes up.

Defiently not crying seeing one of his sparklings frame looking like his true forms frame.

Nope, can’t prove anything.

Just wait until Uncle Thundercracker and Uncle Skywarp hear about this.

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #idw transformers x reader

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dragonagegayz · 1 month ago

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I Got The Lights In My Eyes (And I'm Falling For You)

Rating: Explicit

Game: Dragon Age The Veilguard

Pairing: Emmrich x Rook, Emmrook, Emmrich x Trans! Male Rook, Emmrich x Mourn Watch Rook

Word Count: 12232 (I'm so sorry)

Summary: Oz and Emmrich have a nice domestic conversation about grave gold and desire demons.

Now what if the two were combined?

Well, even the mighty Emmrich Volkarin can lose his mind.

Prompt: Grave Gold/Body Paint Fuck

Title: Lessons In Love (All Day, All Night) by Neon Trees

NSFW Tags: Veginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Squirting, Oral Sex, Face Fucking, Body Paint, Nipple Play, Nipple Piercing, Genital Piercing, Multiple Orgasms

Things had truly been wonderful since Emmrich and Rook went to the memorial gardens together. Well also everything that had happened before, that night spent together was something the older man found himself thinking about a lot after all. The marks on his body were still not completely faded and some mornings when he had the time, he’d run his fingers across them, into them to just get flashes on that night again. But beyond that, that time they shared in the gardens, where even after everything, Emmrich feared rejection only to be proven wrong as Oz, leaned against the lover’s grave, and pulled him down so their lips would meet. The look they shared was one of absolute romance, how the young man’s eyes shined with the magic reflected in them, how stunning he had looked as they shared more kisses down the necks of each other only to have to cut themselves off at the sound of their companion coming to search for them, wondering what was taking such a long time. Their final looked they shared, where Oz leaned down and purred into the man’s ear how ‘They must find more time alone together and soon’ Well, Emmrich was smitten and horny as hell, to say the least.

Ever since then, the two had practically been attached at the hip, well as much as they could be with everything going on. The qunari was still running around the Lighthouse most of the time, checking in on others, and writing missives to leaders of the factions but any free time he had, he would be at the necromancer’s side. It was a bit of a head rush, to see Oz standing close by, sometimes just smiling down at him as he watched whatever the older man was doing, as if his presence was all the younger man needed to feel joy. Then, to also be the one who won this, not that the other Mourn Watcher was a prize to be fought over but, well it felt a bit like winning with the qunari always there, always smiling at him. There were the jealous looks shot the older man’s way, how he would catch the eyes of the other companions lingering on them for just a second too long. Emmrich couldn’t lie and say he didn’t bask in those moments either. He was always sure to lean that little bit closer to Rook, to let a finger slide down his lover’s arm and intertwine their hands just to share a quick squeeze before pulling away to return to the more appropriate way they had been. The sly grins that would appear on the younger man’s face were telling, he definitely knew what the other man was doing but Emmrich never got the command to stop so he didn’t.

But yes, the two were together whenever possible hence why Oz was there with him during the older necromancer’s turn to cook, leaning against the counter with a honey stick in hand and making rather lewd sounds (probably on purpose, trying to distract the senior mage from his duties but last time that happened well, they heard the wrath of Bellara and Lucanis still to this day) which Emmrich desperately tried to ignore. It was hard though, considering the way the warrior was particularly talented with that ridiculous tongue of his. The mage tried to keep his eyes trained on the boiling pot of water in front of him but it was hard, with the younger man’s nearly hulking presence next to him. He cleared his throat, picking up a spoon to measure the salt he needed to add to the water.

“You said you were working on your collection of grave gold?” He aimed for cool, to seem unaffected by the presence next to him. The necromancer honestly wasn’t sure he achieved it but the sudden pop of the honey stick from Oz’s mouth at least said he had gotten his attention. “Just a little. You know how it is, trying to find those pieces for eternity,” There was a little bit of shifting from the younger man as he spoke, getting that little bit closer to the other Watcher which made the older man smile with a grin that he knew must have made him look like a fool but they were alone, it was only for Rook to see. “I understand, it took me quite some time to find my pieces as well,” Years actually, meticulous planning and decisions. His first had been an inheritance from his father, all those years ago. He swallowed down on the nasty thought of ‘Oz wasn’t even alive then’.

“They must speak to you, I feel. That feeling of awe should never go away when you look at them,” Emmrich explained, reaching for the homemade noodles Lucanis had gotten for dinner as he gently poured them into the pot, slow and careful to avoid splashing any of the hot water. He heard the qunari give a hum of approval. “True, if they’re gonna follow you into death, they should at least be something you find beautiful, stunning,” Oz reasoned, reaching to grab for the empty bag now in the older man’s hands and throwing it to the reuse pile in the corner of the kitchen with a quiet ‘Thank you’ muttered from the older man.

“Precisely,” He affirmed back. The senior mage flashed a smile to the younger man. “So, you said you had a few of your own?” It was a no-pressure ask, one that could be easily shrugged away were the qunari not wanting to answer it, not everyone wished to speak of such things. Some people found it a personal question, a deeply personal ask. Oz, however, smiled, one of those damn shining ones and Emmrich felt his heart give a hard thump at the sight of it. “Just four, one piece from each of the parents and one from Lady Ingellvar. I haven’t really worn them since I left Nevarra though,” A frown played on the warrior’s lips briefly. “Oh?” It was a soft question from the senior necromancer, another one that didn’t need to be answered yet the other man did anyway. “I already get a lot of looks in the world, seeing you know,” Rook gestured to his body. “I can’t deny it made me a bit self-conscious, and the grave gold got me a lot of uh,” An eye roll came. “Comments,” Emmrich gave a disgusted snort, his grip on the spoon he had tightening. “Fools,” He spat out which he heard his lover hum at. “I agree, I think I want to start wearing them again,” The qunari slid in a little closer, arm coming to rest on the older man’s waist, giving it a hearty squeeze. “It’ll be nice to have someone else also wearing theirs, not being the only one anymore,” Oz’s voice was light, teasing. “Plus you look radiant in yours,” The necromancer felt his cheeks burn at the compliment, clearing his throat to cover the indignant squeak he wanted to give as he felt the younger man’s hand travel just a little further down. He squirmed a little and felt more than heard the younger man’s chuckle as he pulled away, returning his attention to the honey stick.

“What were the pieces, if you don’t mind me asking,” Emmrich eventually was able to ask, after having to breathe a few times to control his blood trying oh so desperately to rush south but he knew the others would kill him if he were to brush off his cooking duties, again. There was a particularly loud suck, one that the necromancer had to close his eyes at and bite the inner part of his cheek at. “Well, my Vater Fim, he gave me his mother’s gold grave, a ring. It was one of the few pieces he got to keep after she was killed and he had told me he always wanted to give it to his child one day,” A smile played on the warrior’s lips, as he tilted his head. “Though I had to get it refitted after I basically quadrupled in size after puberty,” His laugh was light and easy, one filled with memory and the older mage found himself also chuckling. “Another is an earring from my Papa Zevran, I always heard from them growing up about their love story and this special earring he had given my Vater so when he asked me what I might want I said the earring. It’s a different set but he gave the other to Sten, so we all have matching ones,” Emmrich nodded as he listed, a smile playing on his own lips as he continued to stir the noodles, slow enough so splashing water wouldn’t cover his lover’s voice. “And Sten gave me the pommel of his sword,” The older man’s brow furrowed as he glanced over to the warrior who was trying his best to keep in laughter it seemed. “I don’t think he quite got what the grave gold was when my Vater explained it to him, but I think it was a sweet gesture. I had it turned into a necklace,” There was a fondness in his voice as his eyes grew a little distant, a little melancholy. It lingered for a moment, as the necromancer watched his smile drop just a bit and it seemed as if there was a thick sadness hidden within the younger man. Before he could say anything though, Oz’s face was wiped clean of the look and a smile was in its place. “Then Lady Ingellvar gave me one of her family bangles after adopting me into her family,”

Emmrich wanted to ask if he was ok, wanted to check in on his lover from that strange moment of sadness but considering the way he so quickly changed from it, so easily brushed it away it seemed whatever it was, it was a sore subject. He decided to simply put it to the side, something to be discussed later, maybe over a cup of tea on a calm late night. If they ever would get one of those.

“A fine start of a collection, I would be honored if you would like to share those pieces with me,” The older man said, taking a few moments to lean over to his lover, to place a kiss on the shoulder he could reach without staining to far up. It was still a bit strange, getting used to a lover who was that much taller than him, not something he had ever dealt with before but it wasn’t a bad thing, not at all. “Of course Emm, I’d love to show you them,” He felt lips press against his temple and Emmrich couldn’t help but beam under the attention, pulling back to refocus on the pasta.

The two fell into silence for a time, Oz watching Emmrich cook while the senior mage moved with as much grace as he could while under the gaze of his lover. It was nice, to just be in each other’s presence, even with no words being exchanged. There was just something about the qunari’s presence, the comfort he somehow always seemed to carry with him that filled up rooms and eased the tensions from people’s shoulders. It was like magic, the power to calm people with just a wide smile, a quick wink, a full laugh. And he was all Emmrich’s, and Emmrich was all his. What luck he had, to be blessed with this relationship.

Though he should have figured Rook was going to find a way to turn the conversation to the… dirty.

“Though I do have an idea a set I’d love to get for my grave gold though,” His voice was low, rumbling and the necromancer should have known something was up but he didn’t even think about it as he hummed. “Oh? What would that be darling?” Were he looking over at his lover, he would have caught the deep grin that was playing on his face but he found himself preoccupied with finding the right seasonings to notice. “Well, you know desire demons?” That caught the older mna’s attention but he shot a quick, light but still disapproved look to the younger man who raised his hands with a shake of his head. “Sorry, sorry, desire spirit,” Emmrich gave a smile at the correction, nodding in understanding. “Yes, of course. What about them?” He asked, reaching for the flour to get started on the sauce. A rich chuckle came from the warrior and oh how it slid down the mage’s spine. He had to bit down on his lip to try to ignore the heated sensation. “I find their outfits rather stunning and was thinking…” Oz trailed off, words sung into a light swing as there was an implication under his voice. It took a second for the senior necromancer to understand what exactly he was implying when…

OH!

Oh.

Oh…

“Oz!”

A loud laugh echoed through the dining hall as the younger man’s shoulders shook with it while poor Emmrich felt his face explode in a flurry of red. He squeezed his eyes shut, desperately trying to block out the image in his mind that very much wanted to be there. Arms wrapped around his hips, the qunari’s face pressed into his neck as a trail of set kisses down his neck. “What? Too much?” He teased. Emmrich could feel that damn smirk on his skin, it took a light yet surprising bite just above his collar to finally get him to sputter out words. “It’s- You-, I-” The words couldn’t through, he could only fumble with them uselessly as he desperately tried not to picture Rook in the get-up he was referring to. In the gold bands tight around the warrior’s thick biceps, that bare minimum cloth sitting low on that waist of his, probably too low considering it was Oz. Then those damn nipple covers, the ones with the gold chain connecting them, sitting nice and pretty on the grey skin of the younger man, fitting so perfectly against the scars carved into his skin. Would he let Emmrich touch it all? Maybe instead of covers, the qunari would do clamps, or even piercings instead, so the senior mage would be able to pull and tug on the connecting chain, wisps what he wouldn’t give to see the man’s reaction to that. Taunt back, eyes wide, lips shining with spit, and eyes blown open in ecstasy.

Oh, this was dangerous.

“You seem pretty interested in the idea Emm, if your blush is anything to go back,” The words are spoken low in his ears, as the hands on his hips began to slowly start to go down, to go to the front of his pants. Emmrich swallowed.

“Is there something else that-”

“Listen, I do not care what you two do in your free time but Rook, stop distracting Emmrich or none of us are eating tonight,”

The two startled away from each other, Oz much cooler than the older necromancer as he just pulled away while Emmrich gave a bit of a gasp and nearly tipped the flour from the counter. Thankfully, the qunari was able to grab it before there was any threat of spilling. They both looked over their shoulder to the pantry, where Lucanis had just emerged with a cup in hand, hair rumpled and a rather grumpy expression on his face. The younger man gave a hearty laugh, spinning back around to have his back leaning against the counter again and grabbing for the honey stick he had set aside. “Sorry Lucanis but can you blame me? I can’t be expected to be on my best behavior when I have all this in front of me,” Once again, the mage found his face exploding into a flurry of red and heat as the warrior gestured to him, giving his body a very thorough once over. The damn bastard even had the audacity to lick his lips! “And I am so very glad for you two, but I want to eat and I am not dealing with Taash if there is no dinner ready,” The Crow snapped playfully, shaking his head at the two Mourn Watchers before getting his cup taken from his hands by the qunari who went to fill it up for him. “Psh, I would still make sure there was dinner on the table! I can be quick you know,” Emmrich didn't have to look at the younger man to know he had given a wink and he couldn’t help the accosting “Oz!” He once again gave as the younger man just threw his head back and laughed so loud the whole of Thedas must have heard it.

He couldn’t help but agree when he heard a ‘Merida’ come from the other man.

It was a few days later, and Emmrich had nearly forgotten about the whole interaction.

He had just finished up writing his missives to his fellow professors, letting them know of the spirits the Veilgaurd crew had been taking care of all around Thedas and how once everything was over, they must start compelling research on how the different areas affected them. There was that academic excitement in his veins and he couldn’t deny a desire to share it with someone, and he knew just who would be willing to listen. The mage made sure to catch his reflection in the mirror, combing his hair back, straightening his collar and sleeves with a quick pull down of his vest. He looked the picture of refinement, a good picture of a man of his age. Much better than the desperate mess he had been the last months. A frown tugged at his lips but he shook his head away of it, he refused to let any negative thoughts ruin his evening of getting to be with Oz. He had waited all this time to get here, nothing would get in the way.

With a purposeful pep to his step, Emmrich headed out to his lover’s room. His strides were heavy, excited even. He couldn’t deny the thought of, if the qunari’s room was further from his, would the other companions catch him walking there, would they all get jealous of the necromancer’ relationship with their leader, how he was the one who got to be with Oz? Smuggness was unbecoming but he couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face at the thought. He just felt so lucky, so honored to be the one picked, Oz’s favorite as it were. His head was held high as he got to the warrior’s door, a steady knock and a clearing of his throat.

“Darling? Are you busy? I just wanted to discuss some of the ongoings of the Necroplis with you,”

There was some shuffling around, the sound of chains upon themselves clicking together and a giggle from the qunari.

“Come on in Emm, just messing with some of my grave gold,”

Excitement rushed through the older man as he opened the door. “Ah my dear I am so glad you got your pieces! Is that what-”

The man just barely closed the door behind him before he looked to the right and caught a glimpse of the qunari, his throat tightened instantly at what he saw.

There was Oz, back pressed against his wardrobe in an innocent pose. As if he wasn’t wearing the most scandalous set of “clothes” Emmrich had ever seen. They were glittering gold chains, draped across the younger man’s body every which way, his chest pecie rested across each one of his ribs each with glittering gems dotted among them. He had a chained choker on as well, wrapped around his thick neck. Rounds and rounds of chain just tight around him. Chains also wrapped around his arms, obviously particularly strained around those damn biceps, especially with how the man had his arms behind his back, almost like he was trying to emphasize their size. Down his legs were also those chains, a cloth just barely covering his front area, probably just barely covering his ass too, were he to bend over everything would show. A quick glance to his face and Emmrich found himself swallowing again, that fucking smile on the qunari’s face was such a tease, such a way to provoke. But there was more there, earrings set across his ears, a mix of gold hoops up the cartilage, and two different sets in each lobe. There were also piercings in the sharp nose of his lover, one nostril had a hoop while the other had a stud. A few even adored his lips, somehow making that smile just that much more sinister. There was also gold paint across each and every one of Rook’s scars, just a thin lining but it still seemed to glitter somehow. It matched the man’s makeup, a thin eyeliner, mascara and lipstick all made of gold, just enough that from a distant it wouldn’t be noticeable but where the older man stood, he could see it clear as day.

Then he glimpsed down again and nearly choked.

There was a chain across his nipples.

There was a bar holding them in place.

They had been pierced.

“How…” He found himself choking out.

Oz looked down at them, the bastard even swung them a little. “I have a friend back home who’s a piercer. I’ve gotten them done a few times and I got them healed up before leaving with Varric. They do this kind of rapid healing treatment with them, I got them done the last time we went home, kept them hidden for the surprise,” He looked up, a dark tint to his eyes. “Do you like them?”

Emmrich didn’t dignify the teasing with a response, he just rushed forward, mouth starting to water before he grabbed ahold of the young man’s face and pulled him down, smashing their lips together. Both men let out a filthy sound when their lips met, a shudder going through the older man as he tasted that gold upon his tongue when he swiped his tongue on the younger Mourn Watcher’s bottom lips. It was sweet on in his mouth and the flavor was only accentuated with the opening of the qunari’s mouth. Tongues met and with a start, the senior mage realized there was another ball of metal in the younger’s mouth, center of his tongue. He reluctantly pulled away, desperate to see this piercing as well much to the whining disappointment of Rook. One of the necromancer’s hands moved from where it was cupping his jaw to let his thumb dig into the man’s mouth, fingers resting against his molars as he pushed it down. Oz was quick to accommodate, mouth falling open and tongue sliding out. The ball was small but also gold, placed so perfectly on the man’s pink tongue. Emmrich stared, letting his thumb drift to it and very gently brush against it. A breathy moan came from the qunari, the hot air of it playing against the thumb of the older man. He looked up so their eyes would meet.

A flush played on the younger Watcher’s nose and ears, his cheeks just barely dusted with it and his eyes were big, needy.

Yet he still had the control to wink, to lift the side of his lips just a tad up.

A smirk, a challenge, a slut.

With a ‘Humph!’ Emmrich pulled his finger out, once again grabbing the man’s jaw and bringing their mouths together as he whole took the other’s tongue into his mouth. He sucked, viciously and unrelenting which was loved by the other if the responding moan that shook his the older man’s mouth was anything to go by. He dragged the younger man with him, clumsily guiding and spinning him to the couch the qunari insisted on sleeping on before he pushed, making the warrior fall to the pouch with a slight ‘Umph!’. The smile never left the Watcher as he looked up at his older lover, his chest heaving up and down with effort. The two stared each other up and down for a moment. When Oz’s eyes looked down, his eyebrow raised up before he looked back up. Emmrich could feel the blood pumping to his cock, the way it pressed insistently against his fly with the need to be released.

“I take it you like my grave gold?” The damnable qunari dared to ask.

The growl Emmrich made was near inhuman as he climbed onto the lap of his younger lover, going to the man’s lips but changing his angle at the last moment to instead go for his neck, uncaring as he bit down with force. Oz arched up, just barely being contained by the older Mourn Watcher’s body weight as hands came to wrap around his thighs. “Fuck Emm,” He moaned out, head tilting to the side to give the man more room to work with. And did the mage take the room and run with it. He was ruthless with his bites, making sure each was deep enough that there would be a mark left over, making sure they would purple against the grey skin, wanting nothing more than for everyone to see it. He tightened his hands too, making sure as they dug into the younger’s shoulder so there would be crescent little bruises there too.

A jolt of the hips came under him and he had to pull away slightly to let out a groan as the other’s crotch pressed against his hard cock, only making it beg more for freedom. “C’mon professor, give me what I want,” It was begging, despite the way Oz tried to make his voice a sultry, low tone. Emmrich could hear the desperation under its tone, feeling the way those hands on his thighs tried to wander down to undo his pants. It would be easy to give into the tease, to let the other man have his way as dirty old Volkarin ravaged him like a savage but something in the teasing look sent his way made him pause.

Maybe giving into himself would be good. Not maybe, it absolutely will be good but of course, the younger man had to add his title to the teasing. Refined z professor Volkarin, reduced to nothing but a horny, desperate mess but maybe he could control it for a moment. It took a a few deep breaths, a few calming words in his mind to make him lean back just that bit further, and look down his nose at the qunari. There was a confused look on the other’s face, a moment of concern but it fell away as their eyes met. The older Watcher let his own smile grow on his face, his own cheeky grin come.

Emmrich was quick to grab his wrists and pin them to each side of the younger man’s shoulders, tight against the back of the couch. The wide eyes, lust blown look he got would be seared into his mind for the rest of the older Watcher’s life, he was sure of it. “A slut like you doesn’t deserve what you want, ask me nicely and maybe you’ll get it, my dear,” He keeps his voice low, it’s a growl from the amount of pleasure driving him mad right now but the shudder and squeaked out moan he got in response tells him it is good. Oz looks up at him, wiggles his hips as much as he can giving a groan as their crotches once again rub together. “Why do all that when you can have me now Emmrich, you know I don’t give in so easily,” The words were a tease but they were tense, tight as they were spoken. A glimpse in the younger man’s eyes told him those words weren’t as true as the younger man claimed. He also didn’t miss the way they darkened just that bit more when he was insulted.

The older man laughed deeply, as he leaned in again, this time to the tip of Oz’s pointed ear. He gave it a tentative lick, slow and soft but still, there was a whine given to him so freely from the other. “I don’t think it is I who we need to worry about giving in darling,” He pushed his own hips back down, the sound he got in response was sweet, loud and oh so desperate. “You must be dripping under that pitiful excuse for a covering, it must be getting all over the couch,” He taunted, sure to emphasize each point with another deep roll of his hard cock, pressed against the warmth of his lover. Oz’s hands flexed under his, grabbing around nothing as the whine that left the qunari echoed throughout the room. “Can’t blame me, I was already hot when you came knocking,” He accused, head tilting up in search of a kiss which Emmrich couldn’t deny, letting their tongues tangle again as they shared moans. Each sound was swallowed by the older man, each a sweet taste in his throat. He pulled away with a nip to the younger’s lip, that tiny bit of gold tingling his tongue. “Oh, why is that my dear?” The words were mumbled, the vibration of them pressed against the qunari’s skin as he let himself trail more kisses down the man’s body, trying his best not to smudge the glorious gold paint that adorned his body. He hoped though that some of it was stuck to his lips.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about our conversation in the kitchen,” Oz mused, body relaxing a little under the soft pressure of Emmrich’s kisses, “The way your face turned red, how bright your ears were and-Ah!” He cut himself off as he gasped. The older Watcher could feel his annoyed eyes on him as he unlatched his teeth from where he had bit down, leaning back. little to admire the indentation of his teeth. “Well, you were rather shameless,” Emmrich teased. A playful scoff came from his lover as he raised his head up and away from the older man. “Me? Shameless? I would never,” The warrior taunted, an eye opening to look at the reaction of the older man who could only laugh and roll his eyes with a shake of his head. “Never you my darling, never,” He answered, leaning down to place a kiss on the corner of his young lover’s mouth. “But I just kept remembering that look in your eyes, it was…” Oz stuttered for a moment, his breath hitching as his eyes closed again. “It was fucking hot,”

Emmrich let himself give a pleased sigh. “Can you blame me? The image was very alluring and…” He leaned back, letting his eyes roam the various chains sitting on the younger Watcher’s skin, lingering just that little longer on the nipple piercings. “This is far better than anything I could have ever pictured,” Rook’s eyes widened just a little, his mouth briefly falling open to a ‘O’ before that salacious smile returned to his lips. “Well, if that is so don’t you just want to…” Another wiggle of those hips, this time it was more desperate, more trying despite the entire weight of Emmrich weighing down on them. The older Mourn Watcher hummed, nodding as he did so. “I could, couldn’t I?” The necromancer teased, very slowly loosening his grip on the other’s wrist, watching as the excitement began to build even more in the eyes of the younger man, his grin growing wide.

Then, Emmrich tightened his hold again before diving down, attacking the qunari’s nipple with such vigor the man actually yelped in surprise. “Emm!”His voice was strained, moans coming immediately after as the older mage started to suck on the one in his mouth. The gold tasted sweet on his tongue as he played with it, switching from harsh sucks to running his tongue around the circle of it. He felt the other try to move his hands, try very weakly to loosen the hands gripped around them but it was pointless, the older Mourn Watcher was sure to keep his hands locked tight around them. More moans echoed out into the room, Emmrich knew they definitely could be heard by the rest of the Lighthouse with how shamelessly loud the qunari was being, obviously not caring at all who heard them. Let them hear, let them realize what they are missing out on. The loudest sound yet was a sharp, sudden gasp as the older man bit down on the nipple, giving his own sound of satisfaction as he pulled away slightly, looking down at his work with a smile. He was sure to give it a blow of air, getting one of those wonderful whines from the younger before he switched to the other calling his name, giving it the same attention as he had the first.

The sounds from Oz were so sweet, so desperate and needy. Mumbles of the older man’s name, pleas of unknown asks, and just so many moans. If Emmrich could hear those for the rest of his days, nothing but those, he would be a happy, happy man. He gives the nipple that last bite before pulling away, looking down at his work. They shined with spit, and the poor qunari was heaving with so much effort, the shine of tears in his eyes which made the older man pause for a moment, letting his hands loosen as he leaned down, pressing their foreheads together. “Is it too much darling, do I need to slow down or stop?” A whine was the response he got. “Don’t you dare,” Rook whispered harshly, eyes shining up at his lover. “You and your damn talented mouth is just too fucking good,” He muttered, eyes shutting tight to let the tears sitting there shed down. It took little of the gold makeup with it. Emmrich’s heart thumped in his chest as he watched it do down, watch it smeared.

He needed the rest to run, he needed Oz to be wrecked.

“Ask me to touch you, darling,” He demanded, retightening the handle he had on the younger Watcher’s wrists. “Beg me to touch, tell me where you want me to touch, tell me exactly where you need it,” The qunari’s eyes shot back open at the words, he bit down on his lower lips the contrast of his white teeth and gold lips, such a stunning combination. “H-how easily you fall t-to a d-desire demon, p-professor,” It was a weak taunt, but one nonetheless. Emmrich smiled as he rocked his hips forward, leaning down to swallow the moans from his young lover. He lifted back just little, avoiding Oz’s attempt to get them to kiss again. “Can you blame me? This particular demon has haunted my dreams for so long, I was never good at denying him before,” He whispers against the lips of the younger Mourn Watcher, smiling as his lover tries so desperately to get their lips to meet. “Then why are you denying him now?” Rook whines out, giving a frustrated sound as his lover continued to avoid his lips.

“I want to hear him beg to be fucked,”

Much to the older man’s surprise, he watched as the man under him tightened at his words, his back arching as much as it could as he gave a near shout as his head was thrown back, the broken parts of his horns hitting against the back of the couch. His eyes were squeezed shut as his breath was rapid, fast and unruly. His hands were tight in Emmrich’s grip, clenched into fists before they loosened quickly, along with the rest of his body. He sank back into the couch, a dopey grin on his face and this desperate attempt to get air into his lungs. The older Watcher gave him the few minutes he seemed to need to recuperate and when the younger’s eyes opened, the smile on his lips only grew wider. “Damn Emm, nothing but your words and I’m cumming, what a talent,” His words were a little slurred, a little exhausted but happy, pleased like a cat’s purr. The older man had to smile at his lover as he let their lips finally meet. “I’m glad I have such an effect on you, darling,” Oz laughed at his words, pushing up for another kiss that Emmrich was more than glad to return. When they pulled away, the older man took it as a cue to climb off the larger man’s lap. Before he could get too far though, legs wrapped around him and pulled him back close.

“Aren’t you going to fuck me?” Rook asked in a pleasing tone, eyes big as he looked up at the man. A shudder went through Emmrich and he had to close his eyes for a moment to regain control of himself. His hands twitched with desire, a need to rip the cloth covering his lover and just go at him but he still needed something before they could. A calming breath and he reopened his eyes, looking down at the younger man who was wiggling his hips so they were tilted up just that little bit, just enough that if they were both nude, Emmrich would have been able to slide right in. His cock gave a throb at the idea. “Are you going to beg?” He asked back, letting a grin fall on his lips at the desperate whine his lover let out, how he threw his head back in frustration. “You cruel bastard,” Oz muttered, trying his best to rub his hips against the bulge in the other Watcher’s pants but the necromancer pulled his hips away, just managing to avoid the insistent press to his dick. It was maddening, being so close and not letting himself have this, especially since they hadn’t done this yet but he wanted, no needed to hear this man beg again. Those sweet sounds from their first time together still played in his head and he needed more to have.

It took a few minutes, a few attempts of the qunari trying desperately to get their hips to meet but the older mage always managed to get away, always just that little bit out of reach. There was more desperation with every pass, more frustrated and annoyed groans and whines coming from the younger man but Emmrich stood his ground. Eventually, the man under him let out an exasperated moan, his eyes squeezed shut very tight before he opened them again. The lust had them blown wide, pupils taking over all of the color of his eyes, black for the right and blinded white for the left.

“Please, please fuck my cunt, Emmrich, I need your cock in me,” The bastard smiled. “Please give into your desire, make me a happy demon and fuck me so good,”

Well, if there was something that could break any strong person, it was those damn words spoken from the mouth of Oz “Rook” Surana- Aranini Ingellvar with eyes so wide, so horny, and just so, so desperate. Emmrich was proud to have lasted for as long as he had, especially with the way the damn gorgeous qunari was drapped on the couch, legs wrapped around his waist only trying to pull him in tighter and dressed like a gods damned desire demon. His grave gold, the outfit he was to wear into eternity. It made the older man water at the mouth, his body twitching with force at a feeble attempt to contain himself.

Fuck it.

With a deep-chested growl, the necromancer grabbed for the barely passable cover on the younger man’s crotch and tore it to the side, thrown somewhere to the side without much care. The gasp that left Rook was sweet, so pleased and there was even a giggle that followed it, with the damn qunari biting his bottom lip to contain himself. Emmrich went in, practically smashing their lips together and breathing in each other’s mouths, with desperation unbecoming of a professor. That thought made his heart pound heavy in his chest.

He let his fingers travel down the body of his lover, basking in the sensitive sounds being pressed into his mouth and the jumps he felt under his fingers, how responsive the qunari was, how reactive. He was sure to tug the chain that laid between his nipples a few times, consuming the sounds playing in his mouth as he did so. His fingers brushed back the wirey hair on the qunari’s mound, pausing a moment to give the hair a rough tug, smiling into the kisses at the luxurious cry that played on his lips. He was kind enough to leave it alone after the one pull, too eager to get his fingers where he wanted far much more. The senior mage went lower, ready for his fingers to be on the treasure trove that waited below for him but he froze at the first feeling of something hard, a sort of ring, heated metal surrounded by the warmth of Oz’s pussy. His eyes shot open, pulling away that little bit and he didn’t miss the way the younger man’s eyes shined. Those eyes glanced down and then straight back up into the eyes of the older Watcher, a quirk of his swollen lip to the side. Oh how Emmrich wanted to shove his cock in between the warrior’s lips, wipe that smirk away with his length just ramming in his throat over and over again, watch the makeup and body paint smear away from tears, spit and cum.

Something to remember for later.

Instead, he followed the path of muscle down with kisses, basking in the feeling of those chains against his lips, the salty sweat that coated his lover’s body and the texture of scars with body paint sticky on his mouth. With a quick glance up he could see on the bare skin his lips had met, there was a slight shine to the prints we left. Some of the most wonderful marks he could have ever left on this gorgeous qunari, what he wouldn’t give to parade the younger man around after, to show off just what he was getting behind the closed door. How talented Emmrich was at contrasting treatment, with those harsh love bites starting to purple and those gentle outlines of gold kisses dotting down his long body. When he got to the man’s mound, he pulled away much to the whine of Rook but the older Mourn Watcher found he couldn’t think anymore as his brain crashed out.

Oz’s elongated, clit twitched under his eyes, it seemed to be throbbing with need but that wasn’t what had Emmrich speechless, although it was a prize on its own. No, there was something more there, a true gift of another pricing. This was at the top of his clit with a sung gold ring looped under the skin where it sat perfectly framing the base of his dick. His mouth watered at the sight, at the contrasting gold that shined where it sat. It was taunting, it was begging to be sucked and licked, to be laved in attention by Emmrich’s tongue. With a sudden burst of energy, the necromancer grabbed his lover’s long legs and threw up to sit on his shoulders, basking in the moan he got in response before diving down, instantly going to the clit to bring into his mouth and he sucked. Rook’s reaction was beyond lovely, the way he practically sang out as his head was once again thrown back, hands coming to tangle themselves in the grey hair of the older Watcher. The grip was ruthless, with the way the qunari’s hips also thrusted forward, seemingly doing whatever he could to face fuck the other man with desperate, short sounds bouncing off the walls around the two of them. It was pure, blissful music to the mage’s ears, singing his own chorus into the cunt of his darling, which only made Oz move with even more desperation.

The gold was a delectable addition to it all, just that sweet metal taste on top of the musk that was Oz.

Fingers tightened even more in his hair, he could hear his name being whined on the lips of the young Mourn Watcher, every lave of his tongue just making the words sound more desperate, more demanding. Emmrich took his fingers, this time trailing them up from the other side, sliding down the crack of the warrior’s excellently sculpted ass, a quick press down on the rim of his asshole, smiling to himself as the felt the clit in his mouth twitch, the way his hips jolted before he passed it, in search for the other hole. Everything around it was positively soaked, the soft sliver of skin that he just slid so beautifully across, that slick seemingly just pouring from the younger man. When he reached the hole waiting for him, he could feel the way it clenched at the barely there stimulation he gave. How it desperately tried to suck him in. A chuckle rumbled up the senior necromancer’s chest, vibrating against his lover’s dick whose legs tightened around his shoulders, those unbelievable thighs holding his head in tight. The warmth of them was so snug, so comforting and wisps had Emmrich truly ever been happier in his life than this moment? The most delicious taste on his tongue, the most beautiful man at his mercy and the most intense gaze staring down at him as if he were the only person in the world, as if Oz couldn’t think of anything but Emmrich.

A true high.

And who was he to so cruelly keep his fingers out of this begging creature? So, with little fanfare, he took three fingers and pushed into the waiting, begging hole of his lover. And what an image Rook became as those fingers sunk in deep. They slid in so easily, so welcoming as this most wonderful shudder overcame the qunari, nothing less than a scream coming from his mouth and he quite literally laughed. It was nearly deranged sounding like the pleasure had simply driven him completely mad but no, the older mage decided, it wasn’t madness but an orgasm as he felt the cunt around him tighten, doing whatever it could to swallow the man’s fingers in even deeper as he felt it pulse around it. The clit still in his mouth seemed to shake too, vibrating with the rest of the younger man’s body in pure ecstasy. Emmrich took care to continue to suck, to try to elongate his lover’s high for as long as he could.

Oz’s laugh trailed off into a breathy, punch out of air as his eyes rolled back, legs falling limb, hand falling from Emmrich’s hair, and hips setting back onto the couch, pulling away from the older man’s mouth. The Mourn Watcher knew his grin had to be so wide when he gently pulled away from his younger lover’s dick. “F-fucking hell,” He heard muttered from the other, another giggle punching out of his lungs. His own laugh came as he looked up at his blissful lover, the sweat on his skin starting to cause some of his body paint to run down his sides but yet it was still a beautiful image, if one of debauchery. He gave the younger man a few moments of basking in his afterglow, he couldn’t deny the sight was luxurious after all.

In time, he let his free hand travel down to his own pants, feeling his cock give a twitch that made a full spark pass through the older man’s entire body with a groan coming from his lips. With as much efficiency as he could, the necromancer removed his sash and unbutton the part of the vest in his way before nearly ripping the pants button off before he could push it and his undergarments down far enough to free his cock. He was somewhat surprised to realize the amount of cum that was sticking to it, and that there was a loads worth already covering it and his pants. When had he come? Had he been so distracted in the flavor of his lover that he came even without his knowledge? Well, the wonderful show of what the qunari’s pure taste could cause in a person, no question.

He gave a quick glance up to his lover, watching for a moment to let himself appreciate the art before him as he crocked his fingers that were still buried deep within the qunari. Oz jumped a little, his body gave a start and a sound vibrated through his chest, a laugh. “Bastard,” He whispered.

Emmrich smiled, making his fingers move slow and steady yet sure to get them deep. “Hmm? What was that, my dear?” How reactive the warrior was, with each thrust in a hiccup of a gasp would come out and those eyes would roll back, an image that would forever live in the older Watcher’s mind. Rook though seemed to be having a wonderful time, with his added little chuckles, the way he smiled so damn happy. It really was all just a vision unlike any other. “Wisps you are fuking good at this Emm,” The qunari says through sighs and moans, eyes opening to stare down at the other, biting at his lips with every pass on his sensitive spongey spot that sat deep within him, just within reach for the mage’s long fingers. “Well, I am honored to have pleased you, darling, ~” He was sure to coo the words back to his lover, watching as more flush came to the younger man’s face as those words fell from Emmrich’s mouth.

His shoulders scrunched up and his hips thrusted down. “C’mon p-professor, don’t you w-want to give in to your d-desires?” His words were shaky, he was certainly fighting very hard to keep his coherency up with the insist fingers in him but Oz didn’t seem to be deterred from his speech. He pushed himself off the back of the couch a bit and leaned down to get into the older man’s space, pressing their foreheads together. “Don’t you want to fuck this pussy?” The words were a borderline beg, but that one word was just missing. The necromancer lifted himself a little, pushing back on the younger man’s forehead with his own, making him settle a little back into the couch, angled at just the perfect spot to be that little bit taller than the qunari. “What are you supposed to say?” The question was stern, the voice he would use on unruly students in his classroom. It did wonders on the younger man, whose cunt squeezed tight around his fingers deep within him, another deranged laugh coming from the qunari’s lips. It took a moment for him to capture his breath again, his hot laughter playing on the lips of Emmrich, slick gushing around his fingers. When he finally managed to speak, it was rushed, words nearly piling onto one another.

“Please, please, please p-professor,” Whimpers, whines, and laughing all happening at once as he rushed his words.

Emmrich smiled, leaned down to his ear.

“What a good slutty desire demon,”

With those words, nothing was holding the older man back anymore.

He pinned the younger man to the couch, with his fingers starting at an indomitable pace. Sweet sounds sprang from the qunari as he tried to thrash in pleasure at the onslaught happening. The senior mage didn’t let him, only stared down at the warrior’s desperation, making him take the overwhelming pleasure that Emmrich was giving him. There was something so sweet about doing this for someone and sweet death the older man was so lucky to be here doing this, watching this. He watched, as Rook’s hips began to go down in time with the necromancer’s thurts in. “Cum again dear, if you come again, I’ll fuck you,” Emmrich’s promise was heavy in the air, the words seemed to really get to Rook as with each word came a high-pitched, punched-out breath in response. His head nodded wildly, one of just pure desperation as drool dripped down his chin, more gold tears sliding down his face. A sight of a man completely submerged in the feeling of pleasure, all for the senior mage, all because of him and those fingers he was buried in the warrior’s cunt.

Their lips met again, sort of, it was really just them panting into each other’s mouths, sharing the stifling air between the two of them. Emmrich swore he could taste those sweet sounds coming from his lover’s mouth. Honey mixed with his pure essence that clung to his mouth from where he and the mage shared kisses after he had indulged himself in Oz’s taste. Eating the qunari out was one of the best ways he got to get this delicious flavor but this? Being able to taste the remnants of the flavor on his young lover’s lips, know it was he who brought it there? That was something else entirely. Vibration played on his lips as a whine interrupted his thoughts. “F-fuck, I’m-” Rook’s words shook, they were really sobbed out and yet he only seemed to chase the feeling further as his hips began to pick up pace, losing at sort of rhythm and only having the intention of chasing his orgasm again. Usually, with another partner, the senior Watcher would have scolded them for not taking time to savor their peak, to be chasing after it like a wild dog with no refinement whatsoever. Here though, under the spell of the warrior, Emmrich found he could only speed his fingers up, pinning more of his weight on the other so that he could be the one to bring the qunari to his precedent.

There was a tight squeeze around his fingers, that same swallowing sensation as the younger man’s body tightened once more. From the angle of being on top of Oz, the older man saw everything. The way his chest heaved as sensation overcame him, his shoulders shaking, his eyes fluttering, and the way his legs fell open even more like he was just that desperate for even more. This orgasm didn’t last as long but that was mainly the senior necromancer’s fault as he practically tore his fingers from the warmth that was Rook, much to said younger man’s dismay. There was a whine, full of pure utter neediness from the qunari, his hips tried to cant forward, a desperate attempt to get the fingers back in his cunt but Emmrihc needed something else. His head rushed for a moment as he pulled away just enough to get a hand wrapped around his cock, which gave an angry throb at the sudden attention. He squeezed his eyes shut before rolling them open, blinking a few times in an attempt to control himself just that little bit.

He wanted to savor the first time his dick would be in Oz’s pussy after all.

The man’s free hand latched onto the warrior’s thick thigh, giving a little squeeze to the trembling muscle which got the younger to jump under its administration. Another something to remember for later. The senior mage took in a few breaths, just enough to clear his head of the haze of complete depravity for long enough to kindly press his cock head against the silky soft entrance of his younger lover. He had to bite down on his lips at the warmth, a jolt of his hips causing him to slide across the slippery entrance, letting their dicks slide together which only served to make them moan. Giggles still hiccuped from the warrior and for a moment, Emmrich worried the other had completely lost his mind but when he felt the hips press back against him, another slide of the qunari’s cunt against his cock well…

He felt his own mind give way to it all.

“Go on Emm, please fuck me good,”

If there was one thing Emmrich Volkarin was, it was just a man.

And no one would be strong enough to refuse such a plea, especially with the promise of that sweet pussy rubbing against them. It was just all too much, and the necromancer no longer cared about waiting, about being proper, about being the good experienced lover. He just wanted to take.

And take he did, as he aligned his dick to the hole of his lover before he went in, one long thrust all the way deep within the younger Mourn Watcher.

What a sight he was taking it to, mouth fallen open, eyes tight as he leaned back. The feeling around Emmrich’s cock was borderline too much, just warm, slicked walls tight around him, desperate squeezes around it like he could never stand to part from he older Watcher. To finally be able to have this, after all the imaginary fucks, all the desperate jack offs in the corners of his room, in public, after all the teasing from the young qunari, under all those winks and smiles, here Emmrich was finally deep in his lover. Adn how his imagination had nothing on the true feeling of this. Somehow, someway, he fit just perfectly, long enough and thick enough to give a stretch, for Oz to be so damn tight around him. Yet the warrior kept squeezing, as if he was so worried for the older man to pull away and leave him empty. Eyes looked up at him and he could see that exact fear looking down into them. The necromancer smiled as he pushed his face closer to the other, making sure their eyes were close, so there was nothing but the him in the view of the necromancer.

There were so many things he wanted to say, so many reassuarnces he wanted to voice but he found only garbled moans would come from his lips, nonsensical noises of desperation and pleasure. His face burned at his inelegancy but it seemed to make Rook’s eyes shine even more. Before he knew it, fingers came and tangled themselves in his hair and he was pulled even closer, their lips coming together in a kiss that could only be described as filthy. Lips and tongues became one, each swallow nosies the other gave which mixed with the already tangy musk of Oz. There needed to be no words, not when they had this to share, they spoke through their actions, at least that’s what Emmrich felt. He hoped the other did too, he hoped he understood that each pull of his tongue was a “You are magnificent,” that every press of his hips was a “You feel heavenly,”, that every time he was desperately tightening his hand around that thigh he was saying “You are mine,”.

He reached for the other thigh with the other hand, careful to warp around it before he pulled with all of his force. Oz fell back onto the couch further, just out of reach of the lips of the senior mage and the whine he gave might as well said “Fuck you, you son of a bitch,” Emmrich had to smile down at him. A perfect image before him, another reminder to learn to paint as soon as possible, to be able to memorialize such a wonder before him. The body paint the younger Mourn Watcher had worn was smeared everywhere, his make up running down yet still with some of it’s shape and those chains around him stuck to his sweat in every direction. His lips were swollen, his eyes glassy with unshed tears and his neck was decorated with purpling love bites, all so placed that it would be impossible to hide them, especially with the way the qunari insisted on wearing open shirts, open armor so his chest was always exposed. Everyone would know he has someone to please him at night, everyone would know it was Emmrich would pleased him.

They might be able to ignore the sounds, but this would be impossible to ignore.

His hips began to move erratically, there was no rhythm he could contain it to, not with the warmth of his younger lover who was still insistently squeezing around his dick. What an excellent desire demon his lover made, how he managed to be crafted specifically for the older man as if a true demon. How easily he would fall for him, how easy he would fall to his knees, and damn the worry of possession if he got this over and over again. But what use did he have for a desire demon when he had this, the true and actual Oz wrapped around his dick, stupid with lust that even his famously smart mouth couldn’t even speak. Emmrich gave a thrust, just to watch the way his lover would jump, would shudder under the weight of all-consuming pleasure.

What a gift.

What a prize.

What a win.

He managed to unlatch a hand from the thigh he had been gripping, smiling to himself as yes indeed there were those little crescent marks dug deep into the meat of it, just as he hoped. He reached down and found Rook’s aching clit with relative ease, a shout coming from the younger man as he framed it with his fingers, starting off by putting some pressure on the gold hoop that lay there. Just as with his hips, there was no tempo, no rhythm to be kept as he moved his fingers, squeezing and nearly pinching at moments which only gave him wails of approval from the qunari. If the way his cunt seemingly went tighter and the amount of slick that poured from him, that started to slick the couch was any indication of just how much he was loving this treatment. A mumble came from the younger’s lips, a shift of his hips which somehow allowed the older Watcher to sink in that much deeper. Emmrich choked at the sudden change before he leaned down, moving his fingers from the clit to the hole wrapped around him, pressing down on it slightly to feel its warmth, its tight pull. Words failed him again but Oz obviously didn’t care, not with the way his breathing picked up, and his eyes fluttered hard.

The necromancer could feel him on the edge, could feel the way the qunari was tittering and how he would just need a little push.

Emmrich swallowed his spit, licked his lips to wipe that salty sweat that clung to them and moved back, making sure to get an eyeful of his young lover as he picked up his pace, jolting the larger man with each thrust in. His brain was scrambled, his words still a mess but he needn’t speak in trade, he could scrounge up enough to speak Nevarran though. The man made sure to keep his eyes locked onto the other before he pushed his index finger into the tight pussy of his lover, watching with glee as his reaction was a stuttered gasp, another breathy laugh. He was so tight around the intrusion, so tense that there was no way he wasn’t about to tip over.

The necromancer smiled.

“Komm jetzt, mein Verlangensdämon,”

What an explosive reaction he got in return.

The loudest sound yet to come from the qunari rang in Emmrich’s ears as he felt the cunt around him clench so tight, a gush of liquid accompanying the squeeze and an entire body tense as a taunt bowstring, arched up as the top of the younger Watcher’s climax came. Tears flooded down his cheeks, a wonderful gold color, as his mouth fell open to show pink gums and white teeth. His hair was a mess, his usually quaffed beard split and mussed in a way that could only be from sex. Oh, how the mage wanted to see cum in it, splatter across his pretty face then parade him around for everyone to see. A shudder ran through him, a throb of his cock as he hunched over his lover, trying to hold onto his own climax. It was hard, especially as he watched the younger man crash down from his, the way his pussy seemed to panic pulse around him, how his breathing picked up and those laughs just falling into madness. He was going to pull away, he even moved to do so but strong unyielding legs wrapped around his hips and pulled him back into that silky warm hole. A moan twisted up in lust came out of his lips.

“C-cum in me, you damn well better cum in me,”

The words left no room for argument and well, who was Emmrich to deny a desire demon this ask?

His cock jerked, his balls went tight and he suddenly found himself giving a wail of his own as he finally released. Cum coated the inside of his younger lover and he felt its warmth just add to the already not burning cunt. It was too much, too much wrapped around his dick but yet he could only find himself giving half-aborted thrusts as a primary need in him growled to keep going, keep fucking, get your seed deep inside him. Oz seemed to love it, his fingers detangled from the mage’s hair to reach down and feel his entrance, now dripping with slick and cum. He pressed down against the older man’s finger buried there and they both gave moans at the sudden squeeze the qunari gave at the pressure. His hips went forward, pushing everything in just that much deeper as he felt the large man’s finger push down. What a ruthless younger man he was, pressing down harder and harder, cunt squeezing tighter and tighter.

It was too much for Emmrich who had to pull away completely, much to the groaning disappointment of the younger man but the mage had to see the aftermath. It took a few blinks to refocus his eyes but when he did the image was glorious.

Rook had shoved two fingers back into his hole, moving them at a moderate pace, scissoring them in and out with cum coating his fingers. Such a contrast of a grey-pink pussy with white cum dripping from it, coating it so well. A growl rumbled its way up the older man’s chest, especially when he drifted his eyes up to see just how much of a mess his lover’s face was. His cock gave a twitch. The warrior didn’t miss that. “Got another in you professor?” His voice was whiney and broken but still, the darkness in his eyes was impossible to miss. He slid from the couch, seemingly boneless as he hit the floor, and crawled forward, wrapping his arms around the older man’s legs before just instantly taking his cock down his throat with practiced ease.

Usually, Emmrich would never allow his partner to sit on the floor, not without a pillow at least for them to sit on and not without making absolutely clearly sure this was what they wanted but the horny idled brain of perverted Emmrich Volkarin truly didn’t care with the warm throat wrapped around him, swallowing him down like it was nothing. Oz’s eyes were closed in bliss as he sucked as if this was the most delicious meal he had ever had. How the necromancer’s cock must taste of his cunt, and the cum coating it. Still, the qunari moaned in pleasure, the vibrations only serving to give more feeling to the older man. He already felt close, it was as if he just needed the little simulation to pull him over again. Two loads just waiting one right after the other both brought on by the exceptionally talented Rook. A bite of jealousy nipped at his ankles even as he threaded his fingers through the warrior’s hair, holding on to give in to his need to thrust down the younger Watcher’s welcoming throat. Oz got talented through sex with others, obviously. It shouldn’t mean anything, it didn’t mean anything really but still, he couldn’t deny the ugly head of jealousy talking in his ear, how he should be the only one who gets to see the qunari like this, that all the others who did should be found, should be blasted with magic till they forgot about this incredible experience.

The Mourn Wacther knew he couldn’t do that, so instead he could try to make this so much better for the warrior, something unforgettable.

His hand tightened and without much worry, he began to practically ram his dick into the throat of his lover, ruthless, unforgiving. He could feel his cock hitting the back of the younger man’s throat, could hear it in the choking reactions but he refused to let up. He needed to see the gold paint smear on his face with a mix of cum and spit, running down his face, into his beard, onto his chest. Streaks of it to run through the rest of the body paint, staining those gold chains dangling on the man’s skin. If this was how the qunari wished to be immortalized as for the rest of his life it would be a blessing to the rest of the world, something that should be displayed for all to see how art beyond death. Jealousy once again nipped at him though.

No, he thought as he grinded deep into his younger lover, watching his eyes roll to the back of his head as the hands around him tightened.

This was for him and him alone to see.

His cock twitched, he tried to garble out a warning but it was lost in between moans and gasps as he felt his cock shot down into the warm throat of his lover. He threw his head back, his hips twitching a little as to try to get that much deeper. Emmrich let out his own laugh at the feeling, that same amount of deranged in it as Rook’s had been. His eyes closed in bliss, letting the warmth all consume him, and flow through his limps, to his chest. No one had ever felt this soft, like a silk scarf wrapped around his cock, swallowing his seed. It really was heavenly.

He felt like he was floating as if he was drifting away in the fade wrapped in the most excellent blanket. It was wonderful, it was just what he need and it was…

A startle went through him as he felt another swallow around his cock and looked down in a panic to see he was still holding his younger lover tight onto his softening cock.

As if his hand was burned, he quickly pulled it and himself away, wincing at the loud coughing that came from his lover. Cum dripped down his chin, his eyes were a mess of gold and the face paint that had been on him was smudged to an unrecognizable pattern. A pulse of arsoul tried to go through the older man but he shoved it away out of shame, how could he have ever treated his partner as such? He fell to his knees to cup the other Watcher’s face.

“Darling, I am so sorry! I cannot believe myself, I should have more self-control than that! Are you-”

His worry was interrupted as he found himself tackled to the ground, the qunari’s lips sealing over his. Cum was pushed into his mouth and their flavors were just perfectly mingled, the sweetest nectar Emmrich had ever tasted. It was a filthy kiss, one that would have started a whole other round if the older Mourn Watcher had been younger yet it just simmered in his guts. When the younger man pulled away, a hand reached up to the mage’s lips, wiping off what turned out to be cum before he slid the thumb into his own mouth, suck off the remnants of it with an eye roll. The necromancer huffed a laugh at the image. “I’m going to need you to lose it more often Emmrich, that was-” Oz just moaned, a smile spreading across his face . “Not bad for our first time having sex,”

The older man frowned. “We’ve had sex before,” He pointed out. The warrior nodded. “True, alright how about not bad for the first time you fucked my cunt,” His smile only deepened as the older man felt his cheeks go red, his ears started to burn too. “Oz…” He grumbled out, head relaxing onto the ground as his lover gave a loud, boisterous laugh. “What? Didn’t have a good time doing it? Your cum dripping out of my hole says-” Emmrich shot a hand up to cover the younger man’s words, his chest starting to burn red as well. He just felt the vibrations of the laughter behind it, before a kiss was laid on it as well.

“Suffice it to say, it was more than not bad,”

Another muffled laugh came, one he couldn’t help but join too.

ARUGH

Prompt one is finally done and so much longer than I expected. I am tired, I am cold and I am free but now I'm about to strat work on prompt 2 lmao Treviso here we come >:D

Anywho, I hope you have the warmest, most comfortable shower or bath of your life next one you have

-<3 Skunch

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slvt4felix · 10 months ago

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Stray kids as Romance Tropes- Hyung Line

Bang Chan: second chance

Chan is definitely the type of person who fixes his past mistakes and tries to make it up to people.

Whether it'd be quickly after you break up or a rekindled romance years later, it would be hard to stay away from him.

I could also see it as sort of a right person, wrong time situation. I think there could be relationship issues due to him overworking himself or being in the band, but these could be overcome at a later time when both of your lives have settled down a little bit.

He would bump into you years later and you would both know how it would end. Despite all the extra years and relationships in between neither of you could forget each other, no matter how hard you tried.

He'd definitely worry he's making the wrong choice, not wanting to put you through anything negative again, but ultimately decides that love is worth it.

"I'm never letting you go again. I made that mistake once. I know better now. You're the love of my life."

Lee Minho: enemies to lovers

I mean do I really have to explain this one? (If you can't tell from my fics, enemies to lovers Lee Know is like my roman empire)

The sarcasm, the stubbornness, competitiveness, and ultimately just Minho all together makes for easy enemies.

I don't think it would be anything big, rather just like miscommunication or a misunderstanding over something silly that grows into something bigger. His love language seems to be sort of like teasing which would be an incredible way to escalate the enemies into lovers.

I think once you transition into lovers though, he would be the biggest softie for you. Once you break down all the layers, I feel like he would be the sweetest boyfriend. The sarcasm and teasing would definitely stay though.

Lowkey though, hero x villain would be so cute with him

"Only I get to make fun of you"

"Who hurt you?"

Seo Changbin: forced proximity

I could totally see this being like work romance or even like the one bed trope. Just basically anything that forces the two of you to interact a lot.

I feel like maybe he just never noticed you, but being forced to work together or be together makes him start to realize how much he likes you.

If were being real, it would be so difficult not to fall in love with him especially in forced proximity. Like his laugh and smile are so infectious and it's hard not to be in love with him.

Once the two of you get closer and over the awkwardness and little bumps, you'd be attached at the hip and genuinely enjoy the other's company.

When he is finally able to leave the situation, I think it would finally hit him and he'd realize just how much he was starting to like you and enjoy your presence.

Or instead of one bed you just have to share a room for the night and you wake up from a nightmare. He would come over to your bed and comfort you back to sleep. You'd wake up the next morning in his arms and have to figure out how to make it not awkward.

"I didn't take you for a cuddler"

"Now what?"

Hwang Hyunjin: forbidden love

Hyunjin really gives like hopeless romantic vibes or like royalty aesthetic which I think fits really well with this trope.

He'd be like a prince who falls in love with someone "under" him who he isn't usually allowed to interact with. Or maybe a princess from a nemesis kingdom.

He would definitely run away to be with his love. If he gets caught he would never stop fighting to get back to you.

In a different situation, I could see him falling in love with someone really quickly which could end negatively. For example, he could meet someone whilst in a different country or on vacation and has to leave in a week, so he desperately tries to stay away, but is unable to deny his love by the end and has to face the consequences.

I could also see him being in a group and falling in love with a member despite a dating ban. They would have to keep their love a secret, but it's worth it to be together.

Ultimately, I just feel like love will win out for him in the end and he would do anything for his partner.

"I love you and I will do anything to be with you."

"I don't care what they think. I only care about us, about you and me."

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JimmyTimmy Day 2!

Starcrossed Lovers

Rated T

Words 5462

Heavy Angst, Hopeful ending, Timmy forgets everything on his 18th birthday, last kiss, second chances, romance, dates,

(This isn't edited like my fics normally are, you bare with that fact. When I post it on AO3 it'll be polished)

The song I was listening to on repeat writing this.

Timmy had spent years convincing himself he’d never get this. That he couldn’t.

That was the deal, right? He could have a childhood full of magic, full of adventure, full of everything he ever wanted—but at 18, it would all be gone. And not just the magic.

Everything tied to it.

Every wish. Every moment.

Every person.

Jimmy.

Timmy knew this. He had come to terms with it. He had spent years accepting that no matter what his heart wanted, this—this thing happening right now, in front of him—was something he wasn’t allowed to have.

And then Jimmy Neutron went and ruined everything.

Because Jimmy was standing in front of him, fidgeting with his sleeves, adjusting his glasses, shifting his weight in that way he only did when he was actually, genuinely nervous.

And then, in a quiet but steady voice, he said:

"Timmy, would you—would you want to go out with me?"

And just like that, everything Timmy had spent years preparing for fell apart.

Because oh. Oh.

Of all the things Timmy had prepared for—this wasn’t one of them.

He had prepared for heartbreak. For loss. For the quiet, creeping sadness of watching the clock tick down to the day he wouldn’t remember Jimmy anymore.

He hadn’t prepared for Jimmy wanting him back.

Hadn’t prepared for Jimmy looking at him like this, hopeful and nervous and so, so sincere.

Hadn’t prepared for his own heart screaming at him to say yes.

He should say no. He should.

He should spare them both.

But Timmy wasn’t strong enough for that.

He never stood a chance.

So he smiled.

And he said, "Yeah. Yeah, I’d love to."

And just like that, he was doomed.

Jimmy's smile was worth everything in that moment. “Oh, I'm so glad you said yes.” He reached out and grabbed Timmy hands, “I tried to run calculations on that statical probably you'd stay yes. But emotions are so hard to qualify and the only thing I could reason is that the only way to have a non zero outcome was to not ask. So, statically I had to ask.”

Timmy felt his heart to that stupid thing in his chest. Where it best sideways and sent a sharp bite through his chest. “You're rambling, Nerdtron.”

Jimmy promptly clamped his mouth shut. Then a nervous, sharp chuckle escaped him. “I was, wasn't I?”

“Definitely,” Timmy squeezed the hands in his own, “and just so you know, Mr. Always know the data. There was never any chance less than 100% that I’d say yes.”

Jimmy laughed and pulled Timmy to his chest.

Yeah, it was at that moment Timmy knew he was well and truly doomed.

Timmy didn't know what dating Jimmy was going to be like. He had no idea. Being friends with Jimmy has always been easy. Like incredibly so, since the first time they truly hung out and built Shirley. It had been easy.

Dating Jimmy? It wasn't just easy, it was natural. Like it was his they were always meant to be.

Jimmy always threw his full self into things like his inventions and being a hero. He did the same thing wholeheartedly with dating Timmy.

Timmy was spoiled. Jimmy was a buy you chocolates, help you study, paint your nails for you, twirl you around to your favorite song kind of boyfriend.

And Timmy was so fully, completely hopelessly lost in it. And he did everything he could to return it tenfold.

He made sure to grab books he thought Jimmy would like. Bought him treats, made sure he ate, brushed his hair, helped him keep the lab clean.

Though he would steal Jimmy away from his lab as often as he could. Pulling him along on dates with bouquets of flowers and his full undivided attention.

He had to give everything he could to Jimmy, because he had a time limit.

He knew their days were numbered. He had a lifetime of love to shove into what would barely be two years.

Two years that had to count for everything.

It was completely natural for everyone around them as well. No one was surprised when Jimmy and Timmy were caught holding hands and running to the Candy Bar together to share a milkshake.

No one was surprised when Jimmy was caught wearing Timmy’s pink hoodie.

Cindy thought it was the most hilarious turn of events in her life. She couldn't even be mad.

Jimmy's parents adored Timmy. They loved that their son had someone who brought such joy and chaos to his life.

Timmy thinks he'll also miss Mrs. Neutron's pies.

Though there are a few things that Timmy doesn't think he'll miss. The strained relationship between Jimmy and Timmy’s parents was one.

Jimmy never really got over the fact the Turners couldn't tell them apart when they were younger. So, he didn't like visiting Dimmesdale in actuality.

Jimmy had mastered teleportation technology back when they were still kids, so the gap despite being several states apart from each other wasn't that big. Jimmy would pop into Timmy's bedroom in secret several days after Timmy got back from school.

Jimmy of course had graduated high school by the time he was 15. He ran a business now, sold and patented inventions. But he was still a kid at heart and loved watching movies and going to the comic book store in Dimmesdale.

They'd go to concerts and games. Jimmy enjoyed holding Timmy’s hand and walking through the mall. Several people that Timmy knew from school would ask about Jimmy every once in a while, almost in disbelief that Timmy had found somebody.

Jimmy would always brag about how wonderful Timmy was, as if Timmy wasn’t dating one of the smartest people on the planet.

It was perfect.

Timmy caught himself looking at the calendar. His heart suddenly slamming in his chest with a fierceness that made him flinch.

Three months.

The time had slipped through his fingers like sand no matter how desperately he tried to hold onto it. He was watching the sand at the top of the hour glass reduce to the last few granules.

“I'm… I'm out of time,” Timmy whispered into the walls of his room. His voice choked up and broken.

Cosmo and Wanda appeared and placed gentle hands on his shoulders. Wanda spoke up first, her voice gentle, but firm. “You need to tell Jimmy the truth.”

Timmy let out a shuddering breath, “I know. I just don't know how.” He shook his head, “I don't want to ruin the time we have left.”

Cosmo let out a small gasp, looking between Wanda and Timmy with wide eyes. For once he didn't say anything.

“You can't just disappear, Kiddo,” Wanda reminded.

“Maybe I could leave something for him?” Timmy rushed out, “something he could open after my birthday?”

Cosmo and Wanda exchanged a look. It was the most Timmy had said about telling Jimmy the truth.

“Yeah. I could make a little box of letters, pictures, and knickknacks. So he'll always have something of me to keep with him. Even after I'm gone,” Timmy's voice cracked and shook through the sentence. “

Wanda nodded, “that sounds like a good idea, Sport,” she displayed her wand, “how shall we start?”

Timmy gently lowered her wand, “no magic for this. It has to be real. It has to be from me.”

Then the hardest three months of his life began.

Gathering little things for the box was the easier part. A ticket stub, a little ring Jimmy win him at an arcade, the poofer teleporter, one of Timmy's pink hats, and several other bits and bobbles.

To anyone else, it would look like a five year olds treasure chest for a game of pirates. But Timmy knew every single item had weight. Every single knickknack would have meaning to Jimmy.

Then he letters? Those weren't easy. Those took every fiber of his courage to put the words on paper. He'd write something every chance he got. Adding more and more paper to the box as the time slipped forward. Several of them were a bit tear stained.

But Jimmy? He was mostly unaware. Though, he could see something was off. Timmy was acting a bit differently.

Hugs would linger longer, he'd fall asleep in the lap watching Jimmy work. Dates were more personal now, less going out and more nights cuddled up in the same ean bag chair playing games and talking until the sun came up.

Timmy couldn't get enough. It would never be enough. It was worse as he realized that if their time together didn't have an expiration date, the box would be a great way to propose.

It was random moments of what ifs and what could have been that almost broke Timmy to tell the truth to Jimmy's face. But he couldn't ruin their numbered days.

“Hey, Jimmy?” Timmy asked as he wrapped his arms around Jimmy's neck from where he was sitting at his computer console.

Jimmy paused in his work and leaned to turn his attention fully to Timmy, “what's up, love?”

Timmy could help but feel like his smile was watery, “your birthday is coming up. What do you want to do? Pick anything or anywhere and I'll make it happen. You'll be nineteen, the musical coming age number. It's gotta be good.”

Jimmy laughed, as he made a dramatic gesture of thinking really hard. “I don't know. Don't you have school?”

Timmy blew a raspberry, “I'll skip a few days. No one’ll notice. My grades are pretty good,” he poked Jimmy's temple, “thanks to my boyfriend being the smartest and most patient man on the planet.”

Jimmy rolled his eyes, “I suppose I should try to talk you out of that,” but he sighed with his lips twitching from a suppressing smile, “though I know that tone. You've already made up your mind and even I, the great Jimmy Neutron, can't out stubborn Timmy Turner.”

Timmy laughed, “see? You've learned!” He placed a smacking kiss on Jimmy check, “so, what comes to mind?”

Jimmy spun around and pulled Timmy into a huge and buried his face into the crook of Timmy's neck, “anywhere with you is good.”

Timmy chuckled as his cheeks warmed and his heart swelled in his chest. “Ah, that's not an answer, Nerdtron.”

Jimmy pulled back and blue eyes met blue, “okay. Why don't we plan a trip to somewhere romantic like Paris or Venice?” Distance didn't matter since they could teleport them anywhere across the world. Jimmy with his machines and Timmy with his magic.

“Paris?” Timmy laughed, though the sound was warm and disbelieving, “the city of love?”

“Of course,” Jimmy grinned, “where else would I want to take a special birthday vacation with the love of my life than in the city of love.”

“Ah, I hate France,” Cosmo muttered from where he was hiding as a pair of headphones. It was followed by an ouch. Wanda must have done something.

Timmy felt the laughing turn a little broken

God, he was going to miss this.

It was only days before Timmy would turn eighteen. Days. Single digits. Time was out.

Timmy promptly decided to skip school that week, he even got his mom to sign a note excusing it. Hell, she probably didn't even read it, but that didn't matter in the end.

He teleported to Jimmy's lab with two bags packed and his wild buck tooth grin in full display. “Hey, almost birthday boy!”

Jimmy startled and turned around from a machine he was building. He lifted up his welder's mask with a brilliant grin. “Oh, hey, Starshine. I wasn't expecting you until later.”

Timmy blew a raspberry and flicked his hand with dismissal, “pssssh, me doing the something expected, never!”

Jimmy crossed his arms and smirked, “you're really skipping school for my birthday, huh?”

Timmy walked up closer and smiled down at Jimmy's slightly shorter frame, “I'm not skipping I got the next week excused.”

Jimmy blinked as he took off the welder's mask, “the whole week?”

Timmy nodded and leaned forward smacking a kiss on Jimmy's lips, “the whole week, just me and you!”

Jimmy rolled his eyes before he reached out and pulled Timmy into into an embrace, “you are the most extra man alive.”

“Oh, definitely,” Timmy grinned, “and you love the most extra man alive, and I've somehow managed to bag the smartest. So, it's only fair.”

Jimmy just melted into the hug.

Timmy's heart was screaming, but he swallowed down the hurt, “So, you ready to get back for our trip to Paris?”

Jimmy pulled back just enough to blink, “you really planned a trip to Paris?”

“Of course!” Timmy declared and spun Jimmy around once, “I told you anything or anywhere and you picked Paris. So to Paris we will go!”

“Incredible,” Jimmy whispered in awe, his dark blue eyes sparkling.

Yeah, that was the look Timmy was going to keep on his face until the last possible second.

They teleported to Paris, using magic this time. Jimmy wasn't going to lift a finger.

They ended up in front of a nice hotel near the Eiffel tower.

Timmy had been here in some chaotic and wild and magical shenanigans. But this felt real, simple.

He looked around and caught Jimmy's wide eyes as he took in the city. It was a worthwhile expression.

Sure, Jimmy had had his own share of wild adventures and business trips under his belt. The scientist sometimes forgot to just enjoy things.

Timmy was good at reminding him to live.

Who would Timmy even be after the magic was gone? Who would Jimmy become after he was gone?

Timmy shook his head, forcing the melencoloy away. “So, Nerdtron,” he drug out grabbing one of Jimmy's hands, “welcome to the city of love!”

Jimmy beamed as he matched Timmy's eyes. ��It's definitely only the city of love since I'm here with you.”

Timmy felt as if he'd taken one of cupid's arrows to his chest. “Oh, that was sappy!”

“Says the guy who's taking his boyfriend to Paris for his birthday.”

“Ssssh!” Timmy flushed, “that's a secret. I have a reputation.”

“The only reputation you have is for being incredibly gay,” Jimmy teased with a kiss, “lead the way Romeo.”

Timmy caught himself flinching at the irony. “Of course!” He gestured wildly to the hotel and started the process of checking them in. Something he wouldn't have been able to do without magic. But cosmo and Wanda were determined to also make this the perfect week as well.

Jimmy just took everything in as the went to a really nice room. “You've outdone yourself, Turner.”

Timmy threw his suitcases onto the bed with a flop, “I told you. Only the best this week.”

Jimmy just smiled as he pulled Timmy into a huge and twirled him around. Jimmy wasn't strong exactly, but his need to be dramatic at times outweighed the laws of physics.

Timmy chuckled and held on tight for several reasons. “Okay, okay!” He laughed with his whole body before Jimmy put him down. “You ready to go exploring?”

“I'm ready to go anywhere with you,” Jimmy said like it was the easiest thing in the world. “Lead the way, Starshine.”

And Timmy did. He grabbed Jimmy's callused hands from years of working on machines and led them into the streets of Paris for their final adventure together.

And it was an adventure of a lifetime. Timmy and Jimmy practically sprinting up the stairs to the top of the Eiffel Tower. Timmy leading the charge while making fun of his desk bound boyfriend. Kissing at the top and twirling around like the movies.

They went to more places to eat than they could name. They both nodded to the idea that French food was next level. Timmy absolutely ate snails and Jimmy watched equally impressed and horrified.

Timmy terrorized at least three mimes. Cosmo definitely helped with that.

Timmy insisted that they get a portrait done by a street painter. Jimmy complained that it was silly, but his blush and smile when the artist gave them little canvas proved he felt otherwise.

Then they spent an entire day in the Louvre and Timmy had a blast and Jimmy found it interesting. They did get in trouble when Timmy let out a cackle and tried to high five the Mona Lisa. Jimmy was horrified and also tried to stop his wild boyfriend. When they were lectured and given a warning, Timmy walked away with a grin. “Worth it.” Jimmy let out a long suffering sigh.

Then there was the afternoon on the boat floating down the Seine. It was cheesy as hell and very touristy, but Timmy could care less as Jimmy held his hand and rested his head on his shoulder. There was music drifting around them and Timmy fully believes it was the closest thing to true magic he's experienced.

Then there were the locks. They walked by them hand and hand and Jimmy immediately intrigued by the oddity of a reinforced bridge covered with thousands of locks. They looked it up together and Jimmy lit up like a Christmas tree. Timmy actually felt his stomach drop.

Couples locked locks into the bridge and threw away the keys into the river to signal everlasting love.

“We have to do this,” Jimmy said as he pushed his glasses up, “it's tradition, apparently.”

Timmy smiled to the best of his ability. “Yeah, we should do that.”

Jimmy immediately and efficiently found a person selling locks and produced a laser from his bag and immediately carved into the metal a little ‘TT+JN”. He presented the lock and keys with a wide smile. Timmy felt his heart breaking as they went to the fence and clicked the lock in place amounts the ocean of others little locks.

Then with a key each the tossed them into the river with two little plops.

“I'm so glad we met,” Jimmy declared like it was truest words he's ever uttered.

Timmy swallowed around the lump in his throat, “me too, Jimmy.” And those were the trust words he's ever spoken.

Then as they came back to the hotel on the final night it was time.

Timmy was going to be 18 when the sun came up and it was going to be over. And Timmy didn't know what to think of all the emotions that welled up the second the door to the hotel clicked shut.

“This has been the greatest birthday present of my life!” Jimmy declared to the room as a whole. His back to Timmy.

Timmy felt his hands shake a little bit. “I'm so glad,” his voice shook.

Jimmy lowered his hands slowly as he turned around. He must have heard or seen something that set off his boyfriend's senses. “You okay, Starshine?”

Timmy didn't answer, he deflected because he didn't want to lie and say he was fine. “I've actually got one more gift for you.”

Jimmy's brows scrunched together as he walked back to Timmy. “You sound sad about it.”

Timmy shook his head, “it's a secret. So, once I give it to you, you have to promise to wait until you wake up on my birthday to open it.”

Jimmy took Timmy's hands, “a gift for me for your birthday?”

Timmy chuckled as he squeezed his boyfriend’s rough hands, running his thumb over the knuckles trying to memorize the texture. “Yeah, it's extra special that way.” Timmy pulled back and went to his bag and took a deep breath as he grabbed the box. He put the last letter in there that morning while Jimmy was still sleeping.

Timmy stood up and grinned. He hoped his face didn't betray the fact he was handing over his entire childhood over to Jimmy in a wrapped up cardboard box. As if he wasn't handing over an entire life he wouldn't even remember living.

Jimmy took it with a shake of his head, “only you'd get me a gift for your birthday.”

“What can I say?” Timmy chuckled, “I'm romantic like that.”

Jimmy placed the box in his suitcase and then walked up to Timmy and took his head into his hands. “What's wrong? I know something's wrong. You look too sad for you to be okay.”

Timmy out his hand over Jimmy's and let out a wet chuckle. The tears were threatening to escape, “I just… I just don't want it to be over.”

Jimmy caressed Timmy’s cheek, “all the best things must come to an end.”

Then Timmy couldn't hold it in anymore and he leaned into the hand and tears finally fell. Jimmy has no idea how tight he was. This was the best thing to ever happen to him and it was always doomed to end. “Yeah, you're right, Jimmy.”

Jimmy sighed and pulled Timmy into a warm kiss. “It'll be okay.”

Timmy wrapped his arms around him and pulled him to a hug like it was the last one. His face buried into Jimmy's neck. The tears spilling onto his boyfriend's soft shirt. “Hey, Nerdtron. Can you promise me something?”

Jimmy wrapped his arms around Timmy and help him like he was his entire universe. “Of course, Timmy.”

“No matter what happens, can you promise me that you'll be okay? No matter what, you'll still be you?” Timmy had to choke the words out.

Jimmy tried to pull back but Timmy just held on tighter.

“Please?” Timmy murmured, his fingers digging into the fabric of Jimmy's hoodie.

Jimmy held on, “of course, I promise.”

Timmy let out a sob.

They snuggled under the hotel blankets after Timmy let the tears run out. He made sure he made Jimmy laugh a couple of more times. Not wanting Timmy crying was his last memory of him. He'd worked too hard to prevent that, but he had to mourn it just a little bit. He couldn't hold it back now that it was here. There was no turning back the hands of time.

Then after whispering sweet nothings to each other, Jimmy fell asleep in Timmy's arms.

Timmy waited, perfectly still until he was for certain that Jimmy was asleep. “Hey, Cosmo? Wanda?” He called them for his last couple of wishes.

They appeared in a poof. Wanda, pink eyes were red rimmed and her face somber. Cosmo had a quivering lip and silent tears running down his face.

“Yeah, Sport?” Wanda asked quietly.

Timmy swallowed and looked down to Jimmy's peaceful sleeping form. “Hey, Jimmy. I need you to know that even when I don't remember you, that I still love you.”

Jimmy smiled in his sleep.

Timmy wiped at his face before he looked up at his fairies. He took a deep breath and steadied himself, “I wish for Jimmy and all of his things to be back at his lab. Make sure he's tucked and comfy as well.”

Cosmo and Wanda wiped at their faces as they lifted their wands. Then with a poof, Jimmy was gone.

Timmy arms collapsed around the empty space and the tears streamed down his cheeks and before he could even say anything Cosmo and Wanda had him wrapped in an all consuming hug.

They all just wept together, mourning the loss that Timmy wouldn't remember.

They stayed like that for several minutes before they realized time was almost out.

“Okay, okay,” Timmy pulled back, “I wish to go back to my room with all my stuff put away and back to normal.”

Then with a poof Timmy was back in Dimmesdale and he watched his bags unpack themselves and his room looked like it always did.

Timmy stared at his blue room and then to the clock. It was ten until midnight.

He looked at his godparents and smiled, “ready to knock me out?”

“You don't gotta say it like that, Sport,” Wanda couldn't help but chuckle.

“‘Course, I do,” Timmy smirked, “I wouldn't be me without a little chaos.”

Then with a care of loving parents, Cosmo and Wanda tucked Timmy into bed and with a little bit of magic. The pink hat wearing boy fell asleep and Wanda and Cosmo each gave him a kiss on his forehead before the clock chimed midnight and they poofed back to fairy world.

Jimmy woke up slowly then all at once. He shot up in bed as he took in his bedroom.

“What?” He asked the room at large. He glanced around looking for Timmy. His bags were stacked at the end of his bed. The only indication that the trip had happened.

He flopped out of bed and rubbed his eyes. He fumbled for his phone, it was on the charger where he normally left it.

He picked it up and looked for Tommy's contact, but it was gone.

He scrolled through his phone and everything related to Timmy was just missing.

He scrambled, now wide awake, to his console in his lab to backup and recover the files. But there was nothing it was as if they were never there.

“What did you do, Timmy?” He muttered as started to panic. Timmy had been so upset last night and Jimmy couldn't figure out why. Did he just get…dumped?

He suddenly remembered the present that Timmy insisted he waited to open until today. He quickly ripped open his suitcases and found the pink box all wrapped up chaotically.

He methodically peeled the wrapping paper away and started at the lid of the box that with Timmy chaotic hand writing.

To: Jimmy Neutron, the love of my life.

From: Timmy Turner

He pulled the lid off and let out a gasp. The box was filled with letters and knicknacks.

Things from the entire time they had been dating, and few even from before.

The poofer teleporter, ticket stubs, a ring Jimmy has won for Timmy at the arcade, one of Timmy’s pink hats. Then there were so many letters.

Jimmy pulled out the stack and found one labeled: Read First.

He cautiously unfolded the letter and in very neat script, for Timmy's handwriting was there.

Hey Jimmy,

First thing I want to say is that I'm sorry and that none of this is your fault.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but I couldn't say it to your face.

As of my 18th birthday I will no longer remember who you are. Let me explain.

Jimmy eyes darted through the words in a rapid pace. He couldn't believe his eyes.

Magic?

Fairies?

Cosmo and Wanda?

Danny Rules? Fairy Law?

Timmy explained everything in great detail. And everything clicked into place.

Every quirk, every weird ability, ever single oddity and impossibility explained in one heart wrenching letter.

Then Jimmy grabbed the next one. The handwriting wasn't nearly as neat and he could see where a few words were smudged from tears. Every memory written down in detail.

Letter after letter Jimmy read his entire relationship with Timmy written in ink.

Every moment of Timmy's childhood was preserved on paper for Jimmy to keep alone.

The tears were unstoppable and the rage that came with the unfairness of it all struck his heart in a way he didn't know he could feel.

He was fuming, trying to come up with a solution anything he could think of to fix this. But he didn't know anything about magic. Magic wasn't supposed to even be real. It was an impossibility.

Then before he could spiral any harder he heard a familiar poof. His head whipped around to see Cosmo and Wanda. Tommy's holograms… no his fairies.

Wanda floated forward, her face pinched and sad. “Hey, Jimmy,” she said slowly, he voice small and gentle as if she was approaching a frightened puppy.

Jimmy was not soothed, his emotions and tears were overflowing. “You knew this whole time and never told me?!”

Wanda flinched, but she gestured openly with her hands, “we couldn't tell you or this would have happened sooner.”

Jimmy's head spun at that. Timmy had said something about that in his letters. He frowned, “then why are you here now?”

“We care about you Jimmy and we wanted to come explain the rest,” she placed a hand on his shoulder, “and to make sure your okay.”

Jimmy laughed, the sound crooked, “I don't think it'll ever be okay.”

“I won't lie to you and say it will, but you're unfortunately going to have to live with it,” Wanda said slowly, her voice was warm but shaky.

“That's not fair!” Jimmy yelled, his voice crackling with her force of it.

“It's not,” Wanda agreed.

“So, what?” Jimmy accused, “I just move on as if Timmy wasn't my entire life?”

Neither of the fairies answered, just exchanging a worried look.

“I just… I just have to accept it?” Then he pointed a finger at them, “there has to be a way to fix it!”

Cosmo shook his head, “there isn't. Trust me, we looked and asked, and maybe begged once or twice.”

Jimmy didn't answer this time. His eyes just darted between the floating figures.

He'd never see Timmy again. He'd never kiss Timmy again. He'd never hear his laugh or see his buck toothed smile again.

Timmy was just gone and there was nothing he could do about it.

Jimmy, quiet, voice raw from yelling: “Does he even know what he lost?”

Cosmo and Wanda exchange a look, hesitant.

Wanda, barely above a whisper: “No.”

Jimmy closes his eyes. Takes a shaky breath. “He’s just… living his life. Without me.”

Cosmo nods, sniffling. “It’s like you never existed.”

Jimmy grips the box tighter. His whole body trembling.

Because Timmy lost everything.

But Jimmy? Jimmy is the only one left who has to live with it.

Wanda hesitates, then quietly says: “There is… one thing we can do.”

Jimmy looks up, hope flickering in his broken eyes. “You can bring him back?”

Wanda shakes her head. “No. But we can make you forget, too.”

Jimmy’s breath catches.

“It won’t bring him back,” Wanda continues. “But if it hurts too much… we can take it all away.”

Cosmo, for once, is completely serious. “You won’t even know you lost anything.”

Jimmy stares at them. At the box in his hands. At the letters, the memories, the pink hat.

And then he shakes his head. Firm. Certain.

“No.”

Wanda’s eyes widen. “Jimmy, you don’t have to—”

“Someone has to remember him.”

The room goes silent.

Jimmy clutches the box to his chest. His whole world may have collapsed, but he refuses to let Timmy disappear completely.

Even if it destroys him.

Jimmy, voice breaking, whispering to himself: “I won’t forget you, Starshine.”

Cosmo and Wanda watch in silence. Because they can’t do anything but bear witness.

Jimmy, one last time, holding onto that pink hat:

“I promise.”

The café is nothing special. Just another place, another routine, another ordinary day.

It has been over a year since the incident and Jimmy was still struggling to find a routine. Things were normal, but that didn't count for much anymore.

Jimmy isn’t expecting anything when he steps in, orders his coffee, waits by the counter.

And then—

"Hey, I think you dropped this."

The voice hits him like a lightning strike.

Jimmy turns. And there he is.

Timmy Turner.

He’s standing there, holding out a pen Jimmy hadn’t even realized he’d dropped, smiling casually, like they’ve never met before. Like they weren’t once everything to each other.

As if he still wasn't Jimmy's everything.

Like he wasn’t once Jimmy’s whole universe.

And Jimmy—Jimmy is frozen.

Because Timmy looks the same and yet completely different. His hair is still wild, his grin still easy, but his eyes don’t recognize Jimmy at all.

Timmy has no idea who he’s talking to.

No idea that Jimmy has spent every single day since his birthday remembering for both of them.

No idea that Jimmy has been walking around with a heart full of love for someone who doesn’t even know he exists anymore.

Jimmy swallows. Forces a breath. Forces a smile.

"Thanks," he says, taking the pen from Timmy’s outstretched hand.

Timmy grins. "No problem." He turns, like he’s about to leave—

And Jimmy can’t let that happen.

He can’t lose him again.

So before Timmy can step away, Jimmy gathers every ounce of courage, every piece of his broken heart, and speaks.

"Hey—can I buy you a coffee?"

Timmy blinks, surprised, but then—he shrugs, grinning.

"Sure. Why not?"

And as they walk to the counter together, Jimmy lets himself believe.

Because this time—this time—Timmy won’t forget.

And Jimmy will get the chance to fall in love with him all over again.

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A New Kind of Love: Chapter V (Final)

Genre: Non-Idol college au, fwb to lovers, angst, romance, drama

Pairing: Minho x F!Reader

Warnings: Oral Sex, Unprotected sex, Cussing. Let me know if I forgot anything! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Word Count: 6,519

Summary: Now in your second year of college, you move into the basement apartment of a house full of college boys. Inevitably crossing paths with one of them, Minho quickly gets under your skin in more ways than one. Despite your differences, you can't stay away from him.

Chapter V: About Time Prev

Charlotte: I'm stuck. Does it get easier? Bob: No...Yes, it gets easier. Charlotte: Oh yeah? Look at you. Bob: Thanks...The more you know who you are and what you want, the less you let things upset you. Charlotte: Yeah...I just don't know what I'm supposed to be. You know? I tried being a writer, but I hate what I write and I tried taking pictures, but they’re so mediocre, you know? Every girl goes through a photography phase. You know, like horses? You know? Take, uh, dumb pictures of your feet. Bob: You'll figure that out. I’m not worried about you. Keep writing.

The apartment felt extra lonely tonight. You were huddled on your couch surrounded by comfort snacks and wearing cozy pajamas. It should have been a relaxing evening, but when one of your favorite movies couldn’t help distract you from the past few days, you grew restless. Eventually you turn it off and throw your face into your hands. All you could think about was your earlier exchange with Minho. His words and behavior replaying in your mind on a loop. You keep hurting him, but you don’t mean to. You punch the pillow next to you out of frustration. Why are you like this? There is a burning feeling in your chest that you can’t identify. You try to drink water to wash it away, but nothing works. Your phone buzzes beside you. Momo is calling, but you ignore it. Instead, you grab a sweater and head upstairs to talk to Minho.

You're about to knock on the door, but your hand hesitates and hovers in place. Your feet suddenly feel like sandbags. Chris happens to be walking by the entryway when he sees a figure looming at the door. He opens it to greet you. You stare up at him like a deer caught in the headlights before recovering your composure.

“Hey, Y/n,” the oldest greets you with a warm smile.

“Hey, Chris,” you respond meekly. “I was just wondering if-”

“Do I hear Y/n?” Jisung and Felix pop their heads out from the kitchen.

Jisung runs over and pulls you into a tight hug. “Hey, neighbor! How are you?”

“Fine, really, I’m fine.”

Felix hugs you next and takes hold of your hands. “I swear we didn’t know you and Daniel had history, let alone, that kind of history.” His tone is apologetic.

“Don’t worry about it.” Daniel was honestly the last thing on your mind right now.

“I’m baking some special chocolate chip cookies. Should be ready shortly. Want one?”

“Y-yeah, I'll grab one in a moment. Just need to talk to Minho.” Jisung and Felix exchange a look that you can’t quite read.

“Minho isn’t home right now,” Jisung says, a hint of hesitance in his voice.

“Oh. Where is he?”

Chris clears his throat and you turn to look at him. “He’s still at dance practice. Probably won’t be home for a while,” Chris explains. You nod your head, disappointed. The four of you fall into silence, but are thankfully interrupted by the oven timer going off.

“My cookies!” Felix runs back into the kitchen to take them out. Jisung watches as you do everything to avoid eye contact with him and Chris, shuffling on your feet. The air in the room suddenly feels thick and it’s hard to breathe.

“Y/n?” Jisung puts a hand on your shoulder. “You okay?” Your heart thrums loudly in your ears. The burning in your chest starts to spread across your body.

“Sorry, I need to go. I’ll, um…bye.” You leave the boys standing stunned in the entryway. A familiar image.

Felix walks into the room with a plate full of cookies. “Y/n, here are your-” He looks around and sees you’ve left already. He snaps his finger. “Dammit, why does she keep running out on us every time I offer her baked goods?”

Chris puts an arm around Felix’s shoulder and grabs a cookie. “Maybe she doesn’t like sweets?” Chris says with a mouthful of cookie.

“Nah, I’ve seen her scarf down a bowl full of jelly beans in minutes.” All three boys quickly turn to find Seungmin sitting in the living room, completely surprised by his presence. “She probably just doesn’t like your baking.” Felix gasps.

“How long have you been there?” Chris asks as he chokes back the dessert.

“Long enough.”

Jisung places his hand on Felix, rubbing soothing circles on his back. “Ignore him. He’s probably still salty about last week’s pancake debacle. Your baked goods are amazing.” Felix beams at Jisung’s compliment.

“I told you, it wasn’t my fault!” Seungmin shouts from the couch.

“Keep telling yourself that, babe!” Jisung and Felix walk back into the kitchen while Seungmin stomps off upstairs to pout. Momo rubs her eyes as she passes Seungmin on her way down the stairs.

“Do I smell cookies?” she lets out a yawn.

Chris pulls her into his side and kisses her temple. “Hey, sleepyhead. There’s some in the kitchen. You just missed, Y/n, by the way.”

“What? She was here just now?”

“Yeah. She seemed…off. Thought you should know.” Momo pulls out her phone to check if you called her back or texted her, but doesn’t see anything.

“I’ll try to check on her later. Thanks, Channie.” Momo gives Chris a kiss before joining the boys in the kitchen.

“Hey, Momo!” Jisung greets her cheerily.

“Chris mentioned there were cookies?” she asks innocently.

“Yeah!” Felix hands her the plate of goodies and she happily takes one.

Jisung watches Momo as he considers asking some questions that have been on his mind. “Hey, Momo…Can I ask you something?” he says with hesitance in his voice. She turns her attention to the doe eyed boy. “Do you know anything about what’s going on between Y/n and Minho?”

Momo takes a bite of her cookie and chews on it for a moment. Eventually she shakes her head. “I don’t really know the details. I think we all know by now they are sleeping together, but outside of that…” Momo shrugs. “I believe they have feelings for each other whether they know it or not though.”

“Exactly! That’s what we said. So why do they constantly fight it? I love Y/n, but I think she’s really hurting our boy. I know he seems tough, but inside he’s pretty soft.”

“Y/n doesn’t like to talk about this stuff anymore. Honestly, I think she’s still hurt and doesn’t want to open herself up again. She wasn’t like this before.”

“Before what?” Felix asks curiously.

“Before Daniel cheated.”

“Right…” Felix and Jisung nod, simultaneously understanding.

“I also think her parent’s divorce was really hard on her.” Momo continues. “I’ve never asked about it. Always seemed too painful to, but maybe I should have. I can tell it affects her.” Momo knows she probably shouldn’t divulge your past without your consent, but she feels she needs to explain some of your character. Chris walks into the kitchen to pull Momo away, leaving the two boys to consider her words and what to do.

Minho gets home late that night and immediately takes a shower. Practice was shit and all he wants to do is forget about it. He tries to fall asleep, but instead he spends the night tossing and turning. Minho can’t stand that the two of you have once again gotten into a disagreement.

Eventually, he looks at his phone and sees that it’s almost 4 in the morning. Groaning out of frustration, he forces himself to get up. Minho starts to pace his room, wondering if he should text you or not, but ultimately decides against it. Plus, it’s the middle of the night, he reasons. Minho lays back down in bed and passes out without realizing. He suddenly jolts awake and immediately grabs his phone. It’s already after 8am. He scrolls through his phone and reads over your limited text conversations searching for answers he knows he wont find. Giving up, he decides to go to the gym to sweat out his frustrations. After walking out of the house, he passes by your door on the way to his car. His feet stop as he considers what to do for a moment. Fuck it, he says to himself. He doesn't want to fight anymore. He's too tired. All Minho wants is to hold you until the ice encased around your heart finally melts. Why can't you just let him in?

You awake to hurried knocks. Stumbling out of bed, you throw a sweater on and make your way to the door. “Minho?” You ask groggily, surprised to see him standing there. You look over at your stove and it reads 9:15am. “Why are you here so early?” Instead of answering he pulls you into his arms and hoists your legs around his waist. He shuts the door behind him and walks the two of you into the kitchen. “Minho, what is going on?”

He places you on the counter and kisses you deeply. All animosity between the two of you melting away. What he doesn’t say is how he couldn’t sleep, too busy being kept awake thinking of you. He couldn’t admit that he fought it as long as he could until he grew impatient and had to see you. Minho removes his lips and leans his forehead against yours. He lets out a shaky sigh before speaking. Eyes closed he says, “나는 너를 좋아해” in Korean, but you don’t understand.

“What?” you whisper against his lips as you run your fingers through his soft hair. Instead of answering, he slots himself between your legs pushing his hardened cock into your core. You think he’s going in for a kiss, but instead he hugs you tightly to his chest and rests his face in the crook of your neck. He inhales your scent and leaves a trail of feather light kisses. Chills explode across your skin. He slowly moves his way up your neck to your jawline before hovering above your mouth. Minho finally presses his lips to yours and all questions escape your train of thought. You could ask them another time. You didn’t want to think about the answers anyways. You just wanted to feel his skin on yours. His hands move from your hips and slowly climb up your sides, gently grazing his thumbs over your hardened nipples. You push into his touch as his kiss swallows your sighs.

“Fuck me, Minho,” you beg.

“Not yet.” Minho slips his fingers beneath your panties. “Let me make you feel good,” he whispers into your ear as he circles your clit. You shiver at the way his voice tickles you. He peppers your neck with gentle kisses while his free hand rubs your thigh slowly, squeezing every so often. So many sensations it’s making you dizzy.

“Minho…” you take hold of his wrist to push him inside of you. He starts to pump slowly, curling his fingers with each push. Your other hand grips the back of his neck.

“Does it feel good, baby?”

“Y-yes.” Your breathing picks up as his pace increases.

“Good. I love the way you feel on my fingers. I love knowing how close you are. It’s so hot the way you look when you come apart just from my touch.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, princess. I think you might be close right now. Hmm?” Your walls start to enclose on him as your orgasm rises within you. You nod your head vigorously as moans spill out your lips.

“I’m gonna…Minho, I’m gonna come!” You pull him closer to your body, arching yourself to make sure his fingers can reach as far as they can and you start grinding against them.

“Let go, baby. I’ve got you. Come for me, my princess.”

You scream his name as you finally release. He continues to push his fingers in and out until you finish. When he slides out of you he looks at his soaked hand and tastes you. “Mmm,” he purrs. Your cheeks turn a deep shade of pink and you cover your face feeling shy for some reason. He pulls your hands down to meet your eyes. The two of you just smile.

Minho lifts you from the counter and carries you into your bedroom. He lays you out on the mattress and climbs over you. When his lips meet yours you get a subtle taste of yourself in his kiss and it makes your middle tighten with need again. Minho pushes his tongue in and licks against yours. It’s not hungry, but slow this time. He’s in no rush. Even as you try to take the usual approach with him, he shushes you soothingly. “Let me take my time with you.” He looks into your eyes pleading and you nod. Minho kisses the tip of your nose then goes back to your lips, intertwining your tongues together. You widen your legs to allow him to fit between you. He slowly grinds into you and you let out quiet moans into his mouth. He’s making you feel so good, so wanted. So lov-…no, you won’t say that word.

Minho pulls away briefly to take his shirt off. You trace the lines on his stomach up to his chest before taking one of his nipples into your mouth. He lets out a heavy sigh, enjoying the sensation of your tongue twirling around him. You gently bite down and he can’t help the way his eyes roll into the back of his head. You bring your lips down his chest and kiss his scar a few times before you look back up at him. He takes hold of your chin. “What baby?” He asks.

“Get on your back. I want to suck you off.” He does as you ask and lays down on your bed. You climb over him and pull off his shorts and boxers. His cock springs up and you take him into your hand. He shivers as you place gentle kisses down his shaft while massaging his perineum.

“Suck on me, baby.” Minho instructs. You grip his base and take him into your mouth. He moans at the sensation and places a firm grip in your hair. You bob up and down his cock enjoying the way his balls tighten under your grip as you pleasure him. “Just like that, baby!” Minho starts to fuck into your mouth, making you gag with each repeated hit to the back of your throat. “You take daddy’s cock so well!” Preening at his compliment, you increase your speed.

Needing a breather, you remove him from your mouth and kittenlick his tip. Minho growls with impatience. “Don’t tease me, princess.” You roll your eyes and continue. “Do that again and see what happens.” His tone is dark and serious, sending a flood of arousal through you. You try to ignore him.

“Wanna make you come, Min,” you say while batting your lashes.

“Not yet. I want to be inside you first.” You squeeze your thighs together at the thought and nod.

“Okay.”

“Sit up.” Minho peels your clothes off and throws them onto the floor, leaving you completely naked before him. He sits back on his ankles and takes a moment to admire you. You look away feeling nervous again under his gaze.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/n.”

“Minho…”

“You are.” The two of you stare at each other for a moment and you almost feel like crying. “Come here, baby.” Minho lays you back on the bed as he kisses down your body, inching closer to where you need him most. Pleasure rolls through you from the connection and you start to whine.

“Minho, please, I can’t take it.”

“What do you need, princess? I’ll give you anything you want.”

“I need you inside me.”

“Okay.” He takes his cock in his hand and positions himself above you. Minho slowly pushes in savoring the way your walls envelop him. You watch as his face contorts and his head leans back. You're making him feel good and it turns you on so much.

“Minho,” you whisper. He faces you again.

“Yes, princess?”

“Kiss me.” He leans in for a passionate kiss as he bottoms out inside of you. Minho slowly rolls his hips into you allowing for a gradual climb in pleasure. Your body gives in and you hug him close to you, erasing all space between you. Minho’s thrusts start to quicken as he feels your walls flutter around him. “I’m gonna, come, baby!” You shout.

“Me too. Come with me.” Minho takes hold of your chin to face him. You look into his eyes as you feel yourself start to unravel beneath him, unable to help it when they flutter shut. “Don’t.” Minho begs. “Keep looking at me, princess.” You nod and force your eyes open. Watching each other’s faces shift in euphoria brings you both to the edge and you come together. Minho calls out your name and pulls you into his body. He holds you close as he continues to rock his hips into you until you’re shaking.

“Fuck, I can’t. Minho, it’s too much.”

“Just a little longer, baby.” Minho is still hard and needs to release himself again. The overstimulation starts to shift into pleasure and you feel yourself about to come again.

“Minho!” an unfamiliar high pitched scream leaves your mouth. “I can’t. I can’t hold on much longer.”

Minho growls as he fucks you harder. The slapping of skin growing louder as he pushes you closer to the edge. “Fuck! Y/n. I’m gonna come again.”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” You repeat as your orgasm hits you more intensely than the first. Minho looks down at where you're both connected and sees your release cover his pubic hair. The sight is enough for him and he comes again inside of you. His second release trickles down your body and onto the sheets. You're both sweating and panting heavily. You wrap your legs around Minho’s waist, not ready for him to pull out so he latches onto your neck while he catches his breath.

“Y/n, I lo-”

You cut him off. “That was amazing.” He smiles and gives you a quick peck, before unwrapping your legs from his waist. He grunts as he pulls out of you and you can feel even more of his sticky come sliding down your body. He lies on his back, resting a hand on your inner thigh.

The two of you lie in your bed basking in the afterglow. As your high deflates you start to think about how different the sex was. It wasn’t the usual hungry romp, it felt like…it felt like he made love to you. This thought shoots your heart into your throat. You sit up suddenly at the revelation, unsure of how you feel. Minho sits up on his elbows, as you look around your room for coverage. You feel completely bare and vulnerable. He watches you nervously.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I just need to shower.” You turn to leave, but his hand catches your wrist. You look back at him.

“Get dinner with me tonight.” It wasn’t a question.

“What?”

“You know, food?”

“I don’t understand.”

“What’s there to understand? It’s just dinner.”

“I know, sorry, it’s just we don’t normally do that.”

“Come on, Y/n.” Minho chuckles. He tries to pull you in to hold you. “Get dinner with me tonight, please.” There is a hint of desperation in his tone. His eyes search yours as he silently pleads. Now he feels vulnerable.

You remove your wrist from his grasp and stand back. “Why are you pushing this, Minho?”

He watches you throw your t-shirt over your head and scoffs. “Why are you making this such a big deal, Y/n?”

“Why are you?” You shoot him a glare. Minho crosses his arms and the two of you stare at each other. He finally gives up and rolls his eyes.

“Forget it.” He bends down and starts to get dressed. You can feel your heart race as he finishes. “When you want to stop acting like a child, come find me.”

“You came to my apartment, Minho.”

“Yeah, what a mistake.” He walks past you and your hand reaches out for his arm.

“Minho, wait-“ he ignores you as he heads for your front door. You want to follow after him, but you don’t. You can’t. What is wrong with you? You curse at yourself, not understanding your feelings. He slams the door shut and you realize tears are falling down your cheeks. You angrily wipe your face as you grab a towel and head for the shower. Hopefully, the water will wash these feelings away.

A few hours later you receive a text from Minho asking to meet up for coffee. The message is simple and you can’t help but feel it lacks all emotion. Nerves start to spread through you as you head out to meet with him. When you finally arrive, you find Minho in the back of the cafe looking solemn. He is staring into his coffee mug. You immediately sense something is wrong and your instinct tells you to run, but you push forward.

“Hey,” you whisper, pulling Minho from the depths of his thoughts.

“Hey,” he says back. He gestures for you to sit so you take the seat in front of him.

The two of you sit in silence and you can’t take it anymore so you finally ask, “Is everything okay?” Minho doesn’t answer immediately and you can feel your hands start to shake so you place them in your lap to hide them. Minho closes his eyes and exhales, before he finally faces you. He decides to cut to the chase while he still has the confidence.

“Y/n, I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

“Do what?”

“This sleeping around thing.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s just, it’s not enough for me.”

Furrowing your brows, you try to process what he’s saying. You look down at the table, unable to hold his gaze. “Is there…someone else?” You weren’t expecting that question to make your heart hurt, but it did as the words left your mouth.

“No,” he shakes his head. “No, nothing like that.” Relief washes over you.

“Then why?” you hear a hint of panic in your voice.

Minho reaches across the table and takes hold of your hands in his. He gently squeezes, beckoning you to face him. “Y/n, I like you. No, actually, I think I love you.” He releases your hands and sits back. “I don’t want it to be just sex anymore. I want more than that. I want to date you.” Butterflies flutter around in your chest. You were never expecting a confession from Lee Minho. It takes you aback and you are unsure why you cannot think of a response to him. All you do is stare, wide eyed. “If you don’t feel the same…it’s fine, but it would maybe be best if we don’t see each other for a little while.”

“How long is a little while?” You ask immediately.

Minho scratches the back of his head and thinks for a moment before answering. “I guess as long as it takes for me to get over my feelings for you.” He shrugs. While you still struggle to give him an answer, he gets up from the table. “Just let me know, Y/n.” He drops a few dollars for a tip and heads for the door before you can say anything. Within seconds, he’s gone from your sight. You consider chasing after him, but once again you find you can’t. Instead, you just sit there, frozen, staring at his empty chair and repeating his words in your head. I think I love you.

Feeling like he is carrying the weight of the world inside of his chest, Minho drags his feet as he makes his way back home. Finally in the safety of his room, he turns off all his lights and crawls under the covers. Maybe if he just lays still he will become one with his mattress and disappear like Johnny Depp in A Nightmare on Elm Street, albeit less bloody. Unfortunately for him, though fortunately, his friends would not be letting this happen. A few minutes after Minho had resigned to his fate, he hears footsteps enter the room.

“토끼?” It’s Chris’s voice. Minho doesn’t respond. He feels the bed dip as someone sits. A hand finds his calf and gently squeezes.

“Hyung?” Now Jisung’s voice.

“I don’t want to talk.”

Chris stands beside Minho’s bed near where he assumes his head is. He leans against the wall. “You don’t have to right now. But I do think you need to talk to her.”

“I already did. I broke things off.” Chris and Jisung look at each other in surprise.

“Okay…because she doesn’t like you or?” the eldest asks.

“She didn’t really say anything when I told her.”

“Oh.”

Jisung chimes in, “But she likes you too. I know she does!”

Minho sighs beneath the covers. “I’m not so sure.”

Felix appears out of thin air startling everyone. “Her heart’s been broken. She’s like a stray cat, you need to be patient with her.”

“How much more time can she possibly need? At this point, she either likes me or she doesn’t.”

Jeongin and Seungmin suddenly crowd the doorway “What’s with the party?” Seungmin interrupts.

“Not now, boys.” Chris says sternly, but kindly.

Minho sits up and pulls the covers from his face. “Why is everyone in my room? Can’t a guy sulk in peace?”

“We’re not leaving until you join us downstairs for a movie night.” Chris says.

“Movie night?” Jeongin asks excitedly.

Felix turns to the youngest and nods. “You get to pick the movie this time.”

“Wait, why does he get to pick? I'm the one that’s sad?” Minho shouts.

“Who’s sad?” Changbin now appears behind Jeongin and Seungmin pushing them further into the room.

“Minho hyung is sad.” Seungmin says and Minho groans, throwing the covers over him again.

“What's hyung sad about?” Binnie asks innocently.

“Someone is sad?” Hyunjin appears now wrapping an arm around Binnie’s strong shoulders.

“Y/n doesn’t like Minho so he’s crying alone in his room.”

“Sure, tell everyone my business, Seungmin.” The Minho-shaped lump speaks again.

“Um, I thought I just did.” The young boy shrugs matter of factly. Minho removes the sheets from his face again to shoot a death glare at the boy, but Seungmin ignores it.

“Who’s Y/n?” Hyunjin asks, picking some lint off his sweater.

“Jesus Christ, Hyunjin. Really?” Minho throws his arms up in frustration.

Chris turns to Hyunjin, “Girl downstairs. You’ve met her a few times.”

“Ahhh basement girl that hyung is in love with. Okay, got it. I’m caught up now.”

“Minho hyung is in love with Y/n?” Innie asks. A teasing smile spreads across his face.

Minho places his fingers on the bridge of nose and squeezes. “End me, please.”

Seungmin starts to say something, but Chris anticipates his move and throws him a threatening look. Seungmin retreats behind Binnie for protection while Jeongin snickers.

Chris turns back to look at his oldest kid. “Alright, Minho, you’re getting up and coming downstairs and don’t think we won’t drag you.” He faces the rest of the boys and points. “Seungmin, Changbin. Go grab some snacks from the convenience store.” They both race for the exit pushing each other playfully fighting. Chris turns to the youngest. “Jeongin, go pick a movie.” The maknae heads out of Minho’s room with a skip in his step. Chris shouts out to him before he can get too far, “And not Detective Pikachu again.”

They hear a whine. “Fine! Then it's You've got Mail!” Jeongin calls out from the stairwell.

Chris turns back to Felix. “Are your brownies almost ready?”

“Should be, I’ll go check on them.”

“Jisung, go help Felix.” The boy stands with a salute and heads to leave.

“And what about me?” Hyunjin is still standing near the doorway.

Jisung puts his hand on the tall boy's shoulder. “You just keep looking beautiful, baby.” Hyunjin smiles his famous dumpling smile and follows after Hannie.

Chris holds out his hand to Minho and waits. Minho looks at his friend’s hand for a moment then closes his eyes in pain. “Hyung, I think I actually am in love with her.”

“I know.”

“I didn't mean to catch feelings.”

“We never do, man.” Chris pats his friend on the back.

“She’s so infuriating. We are total opposites and we constantly get under each other’s skin and yet-”

“And yet the moment you saw her, there was no choice.”

“Yeah…”

“Look, you’re going to get it sorted, I know you will. But tonight we’re not going to worry about that. Instead we’re going to go downstairs, cuddle puddle on the couch, and cry over Tom Hanks stalking Meg Ryan.”

“Who’s going to cry?” Minho mimes looking around. “Not me!”

Chris rolls his eyes as he pulls his moody cat to his feet. “You cried at the end of Sleepless in Seattle.”

“The boy waited at the top of the Empire State Building all day for Annie! He was alone! Who wouldn’t cry?!”

“가자” the oldest shoves Minho out of his room and together they make their way downstairs to enjoy movie night.

Meanwhile across campus, you sob into your red vines as the credits of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind ends. Yuqi and Momo stare at you with equally concerned looks.

“Um, are you good, babe?” Momo asks. Yuqi sits up from the couch and grabs the remote to change it to something else.

You sniffle as you shove another red vine in your mouth. “I’m fine.”

“So you’re not good.” Momo shakes her head.

Yuqi gets on the floor and places an arm over your shoulder. “You need to allow yourself to be vulnerable again, babe. You’re allowed to love someone again.”

“Love? You think I love Minho?”

“Is the Nile a river?”

“Yes?”

“Then yes. If you don’t tell him how you feel you’re going to regret it.”

“But it was just sex.”

“It’s never just sex.” Momo says as she rolls her eyes.

“It was supposed to be…”

Yuqi takes hold of your shoulders to face her. “And now you’re both madly in love with each other so what are you going to do about it? Keep pushing him away or love him back for as long as he’ll have you?”

“I’m scared.”

“News flash, we all are.”

“You and Jisung don’t seem scared.”

“Of course I’m scared! I think I may have found the love of my life, but we’re both young, in college and I know not all relationships last after graduation. But I’m also not going to sit and dwell on the potential hurt I may have to endure in the future. I’d rather put my energy into loving him and being with him.” You place your chin on your knees and ponder her words. She wipes a few stray tears from your cheeks. “I’m going to pop some more popcorn and you’re going to put a sickeningly cheesy happy movie on because I cannot sit through this depressing shit again.” You sniffle and nod. Clicking through the options, you finally land on You’ve got Mail.

Yuqi returns from the kitchen and sees your choice for the next movie. “Oh, I love this one!” She excitedly sits next to Momo, looping the girl’s arm with hers. Momo groans and tries to pull away.

Click.

It had been a week since Minho confessed his feelings for you. Unable to give him an answer, Minho takes your silence to mean one thing: Rejection. And not what it really was: Cowardice. After Minho asked for you to keep your distance from him, you took the easy way out and did your best to steer clear. Though it was a little challenging to completely avoid Minho with him living above you and all. However, after another week things start to fall back to how they were before you became friends with your neighbors and everyone was too busy focusing on finals anyway. Whenever you ran into the boys, you often asked them how Minho was, but not wanting to betray him they wouldn't say much. It’s not that the boys were mad at you, they just didn’t really know what to say anymore when they saw you. Outside of Jisung and Felix who still remained friendly, the rest were just polite.

Once finals had concluded, you could feel the levity in the air. The campus buzzed with students leaving their last class of the semester. You knew everyone would be heading home soon for the summer and bile began to rise in your throat as you realized it was now or never if you didn’t want to lose Minho for good. There was a chance the boy wouldn’t forgive you considering you hadn’t spoken in weeks, but you missed him. You missed him so much that you found yourself struggling to make it through each day . You missed feeling the warmth of his arms around you and the heaviness of his gaze on your face. You had grown accustomed to his presence and you knew you had fallen in deep. Finally coming to a decision, you put your metaphorical big girl pants on and dart back to the house. When you arrive, you run into Jisung on the porch.

“Y/n! Hey! Happy end of spring semester.” He flashes his gummy smile.

“Hi, Ji. Is Minho here?”

“Oh…no. He actually just left.”

“Left? Left for where?”

“Home.”

“Home?! Like home, home?”

“Yes?”

You look around in frustration. “How long ago did he leave?”

“Um maybe 15-20 minutes ago for the airport? Y/n, is everything okay?”

“Ji, I have to go.” You leave Jisung in a state of confusion as you head for your car.

“Y/n, he's just leaving for summer break?” Too late, you're already taking off for the parking lot behind the house and don’t hear Jisung calling after you. You punch in the directions to the airport and whip out of the lot like your life depends on it.

The airport is small. Only one flight to the main city and back so luckily it doesn’t take you long to get to the gate, but you run anyway, completely ignoring the stares.

You finally spot him in line for the flight to Philadelphia and shout his name “LEE MIN HO!” Everyone within earshot turns around and looks at you along with the boy you have fallen for. He tilts his head, eyes widening in complete shock and confusion. You run over to him, your chest rising and falling rapidly.

Minho pulls you aside and away from the onlookers. “Y/n, what are you doing here?” He can feel his ears redden.

“You were just going to leave without saying anything?” You say breathlessly, realizing you should probably start working out again.

“Y/n. I’m just going home to visit my parents for the summer.”

Right… Before you lose any courage you blurt out “I like you!”

“Oh…”

“I didn’t want to. I tried so hard not to like you, but I failed.”

Minho drops his hands from your shoulders. “I’m sorry to have been such a nuisance?”

“No, dummy, I’m trying to confess my feelings for you.” Minho makes an “o” face as he comprehends. “You’re doing great, princess. Keep going.” He smirks and signals for you to continue. You throw him a threatening look as he bites his lip to hold back his smile.

You clear your throat as you try to refocus. “I hurt you, Minho. I didn't mean to, but I let my fears get the better of me instead of just trusting you. I know we’re young. I know this could end in tears, but I am going to be brave and not focus on the scary things. I…I want…” Minho looks at you encouragingly as your words catch in your throat. You squeeze your eyes shut trying to swallow back your cowardice.

“Y/n?”

Your eyes fly open and you nearly shout, “I want to date you too!” Minho stifles a giggle at your outburst. “That’s what I should have said back at the cafe. That’s what I wanted to say, but I just couldn’t.”

“It’s okay.” He pulls you into his arms.

“I’m sorry for being so foolish.”

“We were both fools.”

You let out a sigh and wrap your arms around him. “But I have to warn you, once I hold on to someone I don’t let go, so yeah, I guess you’re basically stuck with me.”

“Sounds like a dream,” he says, patting your head.

“Til death do us part then.”

His eyes fly open. “Jesus, Y/n. Why does that sound like a threat?” You laugh teasingly.

He shakes his head and places his forehead on yours. “You’re crazy.”

“You’re normal.”

Minho smiles and whispers into your lips, “I like you.”

“사랑해요” You finally admit to him.

You try to pull Minho into a kiss, but he interrupts the moment. “Sorry, but did you really just run through this tiny airport to confess to me like we’re in a Nora Ephron movie or something?”

“Yes.”

“Ew, that is so lame.” You punch his arm. “Ouch!” He laughs while he holds his arm.

“I take it back.” You turn to leave, but he grabs your hand whipping you back around and into his arms again. He kisses you tenderly and you smile into his mouth as the warmth of his lips close in on you. Minho looks into your eyes seriously this time. “I love you too, princess.” He kisses the tip of your nose and you smile as tears start to pool.

A female voice blasts over the intercom, Last call for flight to Philadelphia. Minho looks over at the attendant checking people in then looks back at you. “That’s my cue.” The two of you embrace one more time before he grabs his bag to leave. You watch as he shows his boarding pass and walks through the gate. Your heart tightens in your chest as the warmth from his touch dissipates.

“Y/n!” Minho shouts suddenly into the crowd. You stand on your tippy toes as his fellow passengers start to block your view. “You complete me!” He makes a heart above his head and laughs.

“Oh my god, shut up!” Your face heats up.

“I love you,” he shouts one last time before disappearing into the tunnel to board his flight. Sitting on the bench, you watch as Minho’s flight eventually takes off. You do your best to stifle the tears threatening to fall. Once the plane is no bigger than an ant in the sky you decide it’s time to head home.

You park your car and climb out to head inside the house. Minho sent you a text just before take off promising to message you once he landed in Philly and eventually in Seoul. Clutching your phone to your chest in anticipation, you make your way to your apartment. Jisung spots you from the window and pops out onto the back deck to call out to you. “Did you get him?”

You give him the biggest smile and nod. “Yeah, I got him.”

“About time.” Jisung rolls his eyes affectionately before giving you a wink and disappearing back into the house. While you have no idea what's going to happen between you and Minho, for once, you are no longer afraid.

FIN.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who read my first fic/fic series. I know I have a lot of room for improvement, but I really enjoyed this. Maybe it feels out of left field, but I decided to make the ending cheesy because I had it in my head that the boys are really big rom com fans and our main character is not. Since our MC had been emotionally stunted from her parent’s divorce and previous relationship, I wanted her to make a ridiculous grand gesture because 1. she knows the boys are cheesy romantics and 2. to also finally put her trauma aside and allow herself to love Minho. Slightly going to miss them, even though Y/n was a pain in the ass at times.

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ninani06 · 2 months ago

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— I’d rather be the only one who gets to see you like that.

[ Isara Mao x f!reader ]

♡ Tags: Fluff, casual romance.

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The door slammed shut behind you as both you and Mao stood in the entryway, panting heavily.

The rain outside poured relentlessly, drumming against the windows and roof in a steady rhythm. Neither of you had thought to bring an umbrella, so when the downpour started, the only choice was to run for cover.

Since Mao’s apartment was closer than yours, the two of you had instinctively dashed toward it without a second thought. Now, standing in the warmth of his home, both of you were drenched from head to toe.

Mao ran a hand through his soaked hair, flicking off droplets of water before letting out a breathless chuckle. "Well… that was a mess."

You shivered slightly, hugging your arms around yourself as you glanced at your dripping clothes. "Yeah… we really should’ve checked the weather forecast."

You exhaled softly, rubbing your arms in an attempt to warm yourself as you slipped off your soaked shoes and followed Mao into the living room. The warmth of the apartment was a welcome contrast to the cold rain outside, but it did little to stop your shivering.

Mao glanced over his shoulder, intending to tell you to dry off, but the words caught in his throat. He stiffened, his face instantly heating up as he quickly averted his gaze.

You frowned in confusion. "Mao? You okay?"

He snapped out of it when you waved a hand in front of his face, but instead of answering, he held up a hand to stop you from stepping any closer. His other hand shot up to cover his face, which was quickly turning an impressive shade of red.

"Wait, wait—just… stop there for a second," he stammered.

You blinked, tilting your head at his odd behavior. "Huh? Why—"

Then it hit you. A chill ran down your spine, and not just from the cold. Your soaked shirt clung tightly to your skin, making certain details a little too visible.

"Oh my—!" Your face burned as you quickly wrapped your arms around yourself.

Mao, still struggling to maintain what little dignity he had left, turned on his heel and cleared his throat. "L-Let's just… get you some dry clothes." He hesitated only for a second before gently placing a hand on your back, guiding you toward his room.

As Mao guided you toward his room, he kept his eyes locked straight ahead, desperately trying not to think about what he had just seen. But no matter how hard he tried, his mind kept replaying the image—your soaked clothes clinging to your skin, revealing more than he was prepared for.

His face burned hotter, and he groaned internally. I shouldn’t have looked. I shouldn’t have looked!

You, still flustered from the realization, peeked at him from the side. "Mao… your ears are red," you teased, trying to lighten the mood despite your own embarrassment.

Mao practically jolted, pulling his hand away from your back as if you had shocked him. "I-I don’t know what you’re talking about," he muttered, his voice slightly higher than usual. He covered his mouth with his sleeve, trying to hide his flustered expression.

You giggled, despite yourself. "Oh? So you weren’t staring just now?"

"I—! No! I mean—!" Mao sputtered, waving his hands frantically before groaning and ruffling his damp hair. "Okay, maybe I glanced—but only for a second! It’s not my fault, okay?! Y-you're the one walking around in a wet shirt!"

You gasped dramatically. "Are you blaming me for this?"

Mao sighed in defeat, rubbing his temple. "I'm not blaming you, I'm just saying—ah, never mind!" He hurriedly opened his closet, pulling out one of his hoodies and tossing it in your direction. "Just… just change into this before I combust!"

You caught the hoodie, unable to hide the amused smile creeping onto your face. Watching Mao, the ever-cool and laid-back boyfriend, turn into a stuttering mess was adorable.

"Fine, fine," you said, holding back a laugh. "But this means you'll have to lend me your sweatpants too, or should I just walk around in my—"

"OKAY, OKAY! I’LL GET YOU THE PANTS TOO, JUST STOP TALKING!" Mao yelped, covering his face again as he practically dived back into his closet.

You chuckled to yourself, clutching his hoodie to your chest. He's too easy to tease.

Mao practically shoved a pair of sweatpants into your hands before hastily pushing you toward the bathroom, his face burning with embarrassment. No more talking. No more teasing. Just go change before I lose my mind.

The door clicked shut behind you, and he let out a heavy sigh of relief, ruffling his damp hair. Crisis averted...

But just as he was about to turn away, he heard the sound of the shower turning on.

Mao froze.

His entire body tensed as his face grew impossibly hotter. His mind instantly betrayed him, flashing back to the sight of your rain-soaked clothes clinging to your skin, leaving little to the imagination.

His heart pounded wildly in his chest. What the hell was that?!

He groaned, sliding down to the floor, resting his forehead against the cool wooden door. This is bad. So bad. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to think of anything else, but the image was burned into his brain like a curse.

His fingers tangled into his damp hair as he let out a muffled whine. "Ughhh, what is wrong with me?" he muttered, shaking his head aggressively as if he could physically remove the thoughts from his mind.

He wasn’t a pervert—he wasn’t! But right now, it sure felt like his brain was working against him. He had seen you soaked by the rain plenty of times before, but this was different. Too different.

With a deep sigh, Mao dragged himself back to his room, trying to shake off the lingering warmth on his face. The moment he stepped inside, exhaustion hit him all at once. Slumping onto his bed, he threw an arm over his eyes, blocking out the soft glow of the room.

His thoughts were still a mess, his heart still beating a little too fast. What’s wrong with me today…? he groaned internally. Maybe it was the long day, the sudden downpour, or the fact that you were just too cute without even trying. Whatever it was, he needed to clear his head.

You always took your time in the shower, so… maybe he could sneak in a short nap.

Yeah. That sounded like a great idea.

Within moments, the steady patter of rain outside and the warmth of the blankets pulled him under, his body finally giving in to the fatigue. His breathing evened out, and before he knew it, he had dozed off.

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A slight dip in the mattress stirred him from his slumber.

Mao groaned softly, shifting slightly, but didn’t fully wake—at least, not until he felt a persistent poking on his cheek.

His brows furrowed. What the—

Blinking groggily, his sleepy green eyes cracked open, only to be met with a pair of mischievous ones staring right at him.

You.

Fresh out of the shower, dressed in the borrowed clothes he had shoved at you earlier, your damp hair draped over your shoulders as you grinned at him.

“Wow, you fell asleep fast,” you teased, continuing to poke his cheek. “Did I wear you out that much?”

Mao let out a groggy chuckle, swatting your hand away before rubbing his eyes. “I was tired, okay?” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. “Besides… you took forever.”

You stuck your tongue out playfully. “Well, excuse me for wanting to warm up after nearly freezing to death in the rain.”

Mao rolled his eyes but smiled. “Yeah, yeah…” He sat up, ruffling his already-messy hair before glancing at you. His sweatshirt was a bit oversized on you, hanging loosely around your frame.

His face heated up again.

Focus, Mao. Don’t get distracted again.

Before his thoughts could spiral any further, your voice snapped him out of it.

“It’s your turn now,” you said casually, tilting your head at him.

Mao blinked. Then, as if realizing something, he jolted upright, grabbed his clothes, and bolted toward the bathroom without another word.

You stood there, dumbfounded. “...What was that about?” you muttered, raising an eyebrow at his odd behavior. Shaking your head with a small chuckle, you decided to let it go.

Since there wasn’t much else to do, you wandered around Mao’s room, taking in the neatness that surprised you. For someone as laid-back as him, you expected at least some mess, but everything was tidy and well-organized.

Your gaze landed on a small shelf filled with manga. A fond smile crossed your lips as you traced your fingers along the spines of the books. Even though you weren’t into manga at first, Mao had slowly pulled you into his world, and now, you found yourself enjoying it just as much as he did.

As you reached for a new volume, the sudden weight pressing against your shoulder made you jolt. You turned your head, only to find Mao leaning against you, his posture as relaxed as ever—yet something about him felt off.

“Mao… your hair is still wet,” you pointed out with a chuckle, noticing the damp strands clinging to his skin.

He didn’t respond. Instead, he buried his face deeper against your shoulder, remaining unusually quiet. You frowned slightly, curiosity sparking as you gently turned toward him. Without hesitation, you cupped his cheek, lifting his face despite the damp spot now forming on your clothes.

His green eyes flickered away from yours, his lips pressed into a stubborn pout, and—was that a blush dusting his cheeks?

You blinked in surprise before a teasing smile crept onto your face. “No way… don’t tell me—”

Before you could finish, Mao’s hands flew up, gently covering your mouth. His flustered expression only deepened as he grumbled, “No. I won’t let you say it.”

You blinked at him, wide-eyed, before breaking into muffled giggles against his palm. Mao groaned, his blush deepening as he removed his hand from your mouth, only to cross his arms and look away.

You grabbed the towel draped over his shoulders and gently ruffled his damp red-violet hair. Mao sighed, his body relaxing under your touch as he leaned forward, resting his forehead lightly against yours.

You tilted your head, amused by how quiet he had suddenly become. “Still thinking about earlier?” you mumbled, your fingers still running through his hair.

Mao bit his lip, his blush deepening as he hesitated for a moment before mumbling, “…I feel bad.”

“Bad?” You paused, pulling back slightly to look at him.

His green eyes flickered to the side, avoiding your gaze before finally meeting yours again. “I feel bad because…” He exhaled sharply, his voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t get the image of you all soaked out of my head.”

Your breath hitched, heat creeping up your own cheeks.

Mao groaned and buried his face against your shoulder, his voice muffled. “Ugh, see? This is why I didn’t want to say it…”

“Mao… I thought your head was already full of nothing but dirty thoughts,” you teased, a playful smirk tugging at your lips.

Mao shot you a glare, though the pink dusting his cheeks betrayed him. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?” he huffed, tightening his arms around you in a light embrace.

You chuckled, tilting your head as you met his gaze with a knowing grin. “What do you think?”

Mao let out a small scoff, glancing away as his fingers absentmindedly toyed with the edge of your sleeve. “I mean… I’ve come across plenty of those kinds of scenes in manga before,” he admitted, his voice low.

You blinked in surprise. The way he spoke so openly about it caught you off guard, but more than that, the sincerity in his tone made your heart skip a beat.

“But,” he continued, finally meeting your gaze. His green eyes held something deeper—something unspoken yet heavy with meaning. “No matter what, I still want to respect you. You’re my girlfriend, after all.”

Your lips curled into a playful smirk. “Just a girlfriend?” you teased, tilting your head.

For a moment, Mao didn’t respond. Instead, his gaze softened, and the smallest of smiles tugged at his lips. Then, he reached out, his fingertips brushing against yours before intertwining them together.

“No…” His voice was quiet, yet firm. “You’re more than that. You’re mine.”

This time, it was your turn to blush. Your fingers curled slightly against your lap as you mumbled, “Why’d you suddenly say that…?”

Mao only chuckled, resting his head on your shoulder again. His warmth seeped into your skin, comforting yet electrifying all at once. “I don’t know,” he murmured, voice laced with honesty. “I just want you to know how important you are to me.”

A soft laugh escaped your lips, but before you could say anything, you suddenly felt something warm press against the side of your neck.

“M-Mao—!”

Your breath hitched as his lips brushed against your skin, a soft kiss turning into a slow, deliberate nibble. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, and your hands instinctively gripped his arms.

He hummed against your neck before his lips latched onto the delicate skin just below your jawline. His warm breath fanned over you, followed by a gentle yet lingering suck. The pressure built, leaving behind a tingling heat as his tongue grazed over the mark he was forming.

“M-Mao, wait—” You stammered, barely able to form words as warmth pooled in your chest.

He pulled back slightly, admiring his work with a satisfied smirk. His green eyes gleamed as he traced the fresh mark with his fingertip, his voice teasing yet affectionate. “There. Now everyone knows you’re mine.”

You gawked at him, flustered beyond words, as he simply chuckled and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

Then, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against your lips—gentle, lingering, and filled with warmth. As he pulled away, his emerald eyes locked onto yours, a hint of mischief dancing within them.

"But seriously…" he murmured, his fingers brushing against your cheek. "Next time it rains, wait for me so we can walk together. I don’t want anyone else seeing you like that—completely drenched and looking… way too tempting."

His lips curled into a small smirk, but his words carried a genuine tone. “I’d rather be the only one who gets to see you like that.”

#ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars x y/n #ensemble stars x you #ensemblestar #enstars mao #enstars x reader #isara mao x reader #mao isara x reader

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