#IM CHORTLING WITH INTRIGUE!!!!!!!!!!!!

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

HI HI DOVE!!!! :D you were so thorough with the rules of your event (I NEVER THOUGHT TO ASK PEOPLE FOR BACKUPS HELP?????????)

but ofc ofc you can probably guess who i was going to ask for LMAO but i promise my backups will NOT BE FOR AZUL PROMISE!!!!

i was immediately intrigued by the prompt "By the babbling brook" so i would like to request azul and that!! maybe friends to lovers vibes because im a suck for that??? AS FOR BACKUPS HMMM

"Caught in the rain" WITH VIL WOULD BE SO CUTE :((( I CAN IMAGINE HIM BEING CONCERNED FOR HIS APPEARANCE??? even though his makeup is probably waterproof LMAO

"Stargazing" with trey sniffle cough cough.,.,.,. it would be so soothing AND ACTUALLY I DONT REQUEST TREY CONTENT LIKE EVER EVEN THOUGH HES MY BESTIE?!?!?!?

so yea atcually i think ALL of these are cute so i dont even really have backups LMAO JUST WRITE WHICHEVER ONE STRIKES YOU!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH OF HOSTING TIHS DOVE IM GOING TO BE SCREAING IN YOUR REBLOGS WHENEVER YOU POST WHWAHAWHAWHWAH <3333

By the Babbling Brook; Azul Ashengrotto

Content; Gender-neutral reader, friends-to-lovers, a smidgen of hurt/comfort

Word Count; 700+

AN: Auburn, why did you give me so many good ideas /hj. But I hope you enjoy your Azul. Everyone coming for the Fish Mafia content (3 more are lined up). As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

You sat on a large boulder sitting in the middle of a shallow brook, dipping your legs in as an attempt to try and escape the heat of the day. Even from under the shade of the willow tree from above, the heat and humidity was still oppressive. And the chirping of cicadas only underscored the fact. And sitting on the boulder just a few centimetres away was Azul, pant legs rolled up to his knees and his legs in the water as well, trying to cool off as well.

The two of you had arranged a day to hang out, since the Coral Sea isn’t really the most hospitable place for anyone without fins or gills. So Azul had agreed to set aside some time in his schedule so that he could spend some time with you, and this time there was no Grim or nosey Leech twins to interrupt you. But why, why did today have to be so insufferably hot.

“Why couldn’t we go someplace cooler,” he groaned, pushing his hair out of his face. “Somewhere with… air conditioning?” At least the water was cold, which helped break the heat a little bit. Plus the shade from the willow tree kept the harshness of the midday sun at bay.

You flicked some water at him, and chortled at the dirty look he gave you. “Just wanted to check this out, see where it led,” you say in a chipper tone. You slipped down the boulder a bit, getting further into the water. The brook was shallow, only reaching about mid-calf.

Your hand brushed against Azul’s and he could have sworn it felt like an electric shock rather than a soft caress. “It led to a tree and some rocks,” he sighed.

You hummed, splashing a bit in the water as the stark coldness of the brook was finally breaking the sticky heat. “Well I think it led to an opportunity.”

“For what?” He didn’t really want to say it, but today, other than the Sevens forsaken heat, was nice. The two of you had just walked together, and had some nice conversations that melted into each other seamlessly.

A mischievous smile spread across your face and you splashed Azul in the face. “For that,” you laugh.

Azul spat out water, and the faintest bit of ink, blue flushing his cheeks. But his brief flash of anger mixed with embarrassment of being bested faded just as quickly as it had arisen. You looked so happy, sitting in the brook with the swaying branches of willows behind you. And Azul felt a lump form in his throat. They look… ethereal.

You noticed him staring and waved a hand in front of his face. “Helloooo,” you called, “ear- erm, Twisted Wonderland to Azul? You good?”

“YES,” he sputtered, getting up from the boulder and trying to get back to the banks of the brook. “I am perfectly fine, Prefect!” But the slight crack in his voice betrayed him. He was very much not okay, no. Why did he feel like there were butterflies in his stomach? Why did he feel weird around you? Why do you make me feel like this? Like a fish out of water?

You got up and followed him, a few paces behind. “I can tell when you’re lying, you know? Come on Azul, be honest with me. We’re friends after all.”

We’re friends after all. That line, why did it hurt so much? “I’m not lying,” he could feel you behind him, but he dared not to look back.

“Now you’re just lying to yourself,” you huff. “Come on, Azul, just say it.”

“Say what?!” He turned around and looked at you. The dappled light, and glittering water behind you only made the lump in his throat grow even more. “That I love you-” He snapped his mouth shut and held his breath.

That I love you. That’s what the feeling was. Love.

Your eyes widened, and you opened and closed your mouth, trying to decide what to say. “Well,” you say softly, “I love you too, Azul. I have for a while now.”

And who would have guessed that seeing where the brook led would lead to this. Two friends confessing that there was indeed something more between them.

[franzizka]

OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH

[leafy-wings]

dragging my feet to post this bc ive meant to for like 2 days but ive been terminally sleepy BUUUUT i feel SOOO bad that i shared that journal. IDK i got @’d it and  every single time i post shit on this blog i never expect anyone to interact with it! the warning was baffling and i wanted to point it out to chortle over but i didnt think that anyone else would take it and run with it.

so the point is; DO NOT JUDGE THE BOOK BEFORE YOU READ IT fuck genuinely guys. get critical thinking skills all i want to peddle on this blog is that you judge things critically. i was intrigued by the first passes but seeing other first passes and rethinking abt whats in the journal im just like man.

look. you all know i have my beef w wof, but i urge you, if you want to push the actually bad parts DONT FUCKING MAKE SHIT UP! then no one will believe you! why talk about selective breeding as eugenics when its NOT in the text when you can point towards the skywing and silkwing breeding projects that ARE in the text? now when ppl mention the breeding thing they know that the former didnt happen so theyre less likely to take the latter at heart...

and with wof, like. i complain about the messages because its supposed to be for children, but there is an  amount of cruelty and fantasy we expect from, yknow.. fantasy. and its not all analogous, and the text is allowed to be way fucking grosser than if they were people, because theyre not people. theyre fantasy dragons having a fantasy war and its getting tiring seeing people ascribe human morality to the dragons intensely fantastical situations-- theyre stand ins for humans but i dont think the infant death than can really be judged fully until i read it because honestly. its fantasy, there are extraneous circumstances entirely outlandish to reality, its not that bad because the lesson cannot be taken out to reality- i WILL trouble myself with lessons such as, forgive your abuser. i dont care about lessons such as, if someone is a zombie should you kill them, because one effects reality and the other doesnt

(this entire section is soft baked, feel free to rip into me for it or disregard it because i havent had much time to think about it and im very tired, and id like to hear others input) and re; race. im not super into race politics, but as a (mixed) poc, as said above it is not straight analogous so i cant make judgements. i WISH there werent feathers in the hair mentioned and if anyones indigenous they could give more input, but it is important when we criticize it that we remember that ALL of the characters are unspecified poc and so i wouldnt really call it bad representation because its NOT representation. unless theres further coding in the text creating connections to real cultures that i havent seen, its not unflattering stereotypes to a race because the characters are not in any race because they do not have human cultures-- like a scavenger being asian coded in wof doesnt do anything for me because there is no wof asia. yknow??? its DEFINITELY unflattering and from the white tui should be examined but with way way way more nuance and notes on the context...

thank ya for listening please god all i want is for you all to read and make proper judgements. come to your own conclusions on the same evidence thats all i ask

[planetjisungie]

stalkers at the pool- p.js

characters: jisung x lifeguard/pool employee reader ft. annoying dreamies

genre; literal just crack, fluff if you use a magnifying glass

summary; jisung recently started going swimming a lot more often, leaving the boys to question why he went so much

"is he going swimming...again?" jaemin gaped from his lounged position on the sofa, arm extended with tv controller in hand, but his attention is on the door that their youngest just left through.

"seems like it" chenle shrugged, launching onto the sofa next to the blue haired boy. suddenly everyone seemed very intrigued in jisungs daily trips to the local indoor pool, which he didnt go to very often until about 4 months ago. the boy even bought a gold membership there to make his bank cry less.

"so we’re just not going to question it?" renjun piped up, also interested to see what was going on. "hes probably just found a love for swimming" chenle shrugged again, snatching the controller from jaemin.

"or maybe hes found a love for something else. a girl?!" haechan gasped from where he was laying on the ground before sitting up. jeno shook his head.

"no way is jisung remotely confident enough to show his shins to a girl" he joked, making an X with his fingers. the others snorted at his statement before jaemin got up.

"jaem, where are you going?" renjun asked, watching the boy walk into their weird spare miscellaneous items room with a weird look. jaemin poked his head out from the room and smirked. "im going undercover"

and thats how they ended up, walking as inconspicuously as possible to the swimming pool. they had thought there was no possible way they could get caught. haechan was wearing a yellow wig and a dress, with sunglasses on and heels which he somehow could walk in suspiciously easily. jaemin had on a bucket hat and face mask, with the gag glasses that have the nose attached to them on, and a large trench coat. renjun looked like a drug dealer, in a giant black hoodie and beanie underneath, black jeans and trainers with some weird rectangle sunglasses he had found. chenle... he was in a bright neon green wig, with a fancy dressing gown on and slippers, his giant aviator sunglasses also somewhat masking his identity. out of all of them, jeno was probably the most normal. he just had a bucket hat on and stayed in his normal clothes, plus the cat collar he had around his neck as he insisted ‘real jeno would never wear a collar’.

quite honestly, the group probably had made themselves more visible. pushing open the heavy glass doors to the swimming pool, they were all hit with a waft of strong chlorine, the sound of rushing water and the screams of children playing. "dude we are so invisible right now" jaemin said, as they all filed to sit in the café which gave you a good view of the whole place. "i know right? this is great" chenle snapped his fingers before scanning the area for his lanky friend. "target located" haechan pointed at the brown haired boy who was sipping on a red slushie, staring longingly down at the pool. he was in his swimming trunks and a white tshirt, which obviously wasnt wet yet.

"dont tell me we came all the way here in disguise just for him to drink a slushie" renjun groaned, but jaemin hushed him.

"no, look, its a girl" jeno said, gasping slightly. sure enough, following jisungs line of sight was you. sat on the high lifeguards chair, a red swimming costume and an orange slightly oversized polo over it, the whistle dangling around your neck whilst you kicked your legs, watching over the pool.

"ohoho jisung youve been caught red handed" chenle quietly cackled.

-

not even 15 minutes later, you came off duty for your friend to carry on for you. heading up the steps, you saw the familiar tuft of brown and blonde hair, making you smile. jisung came to this pool every day, and you had started talking about 2 months ago. you had to admit, before that you would just admire him from afar as he was just THAT gorgeous. opening the gate, you slipped on your trainers before heading off to the table that jisung was sat down at.

"hey y/n" he smiled brightly, your cheeks dusting over with a slight pink while you sent him your own smile back. you carried on conversing with jisung as usual, him sliding a blue slushie over to you which you were extremely grateful for.

feeling eyes on you, you looked around, trying to see if someone was looking at you because it was slightly discomforting. narrowing your eyes, you let out a little chortle at the sight of 5 men dressed in the weirdest clothes and wigs, watching you and jisung. you probably wouldve been scared had one of them not worn heels, and the other not worn the cliche nose glasses.

"are you okay?" jisung asked, looking slightly concerned at your odd behaviour. trying to not be so obvious you turned back to jisung, subtly pointing at the 5 men. "jisung there are people watching us in weird costumes and honestly its the best thing ever" you snickered, sipping your slush as you genuinely found this whole scenario hilarious. after all, who sips slushies with their crush whilst being stared at by people in neon wigs on a daily basis?

jisung turned his head to see what you were pointing at, and his jaw dropped in disbelief. he sent a glare and middle finger to the boys before looking back at you with a slighly flushed face. "theyre my hyungs" he said, causing you to actually lose it and just start laughing.

"but why, why are they- oh my god- why did they come in disguise" you choked out, trying to get coherent words from your state of undying laughter. jisung also started laughing along and shrugged.

"theyre weird like that"

[chvmpcgnerps]

“i’m sure it’s pretty far from glamorous, but im also sure you handle them both with ease” evie added prying her eyes from him briefly to view the clock positioned on the wall behind him. noticing the minute hand had continued to tick in absence of her friend. it wasn’t long before her eyes returned to his and she took notice from her peripheral that his had never left her. something about his comment didn’t feel believable. in fact, he gave her great reason to believe otherwise considering he didn’t know her from a can a paint yet made it his business to assure she felt safe.

he intrigued her, a lot more than she intended to let on. or so she figured, but she had unintentionally searched his depths allowing a silence to fall between them briefly. it wasn’t awkward with him or no power struggle for her, the eye contact actually spoke volumes. it was her soft chortle that broke the silence making her lose this unstated stare contest again. her brow cocked in curiosity. “you honestly don’t seem like the type that has to be asked… you seem more instinctive.”

evie listened to him attentively as he elaborated on the fear these men where subject to when it came to him, and she nodded her head. “in other words, you take names and kick ass if need be” the smile lines gradually deepened, especially at his mention of this fire. with her upbringing, you either had to be one with the fire or be consumed by it. and sure she made well off on her own, she was very resourceful but who didn’t truly enjoy the comfort of being protected. even when it became a lost art, something often said but rarely done at no cost.

she tilted her head slightly with her attention fully fixed on him, trying to decipher any underlying connotations. evie allowed her eyes to caress every visible feature of his before returning to his inviting hues. it was driven with intent and she made it a very notable distract. “very,” she agreed with a nod of her head allowing her eyes to drift off to nothing in particular briefly. “but i'd have to admit- im far more fascinated with the person that not only accepts uncertainty, but is unafraid of it as well.”

[doctorgerth]

Hello! Im here for matchup event part 2! ;w; My name is Veronica and naturally I choose SANJI!😤👌

I don’t think about Sanji all that much until I write for him...gah, I love writing him! Thanks for this request. Hope you enjoy this, my friend. 💓

“Thanks for keeping me company. I know it’s late.”

Sanji called out to you, watching as you continued doodling in your sketchbook. You offered him a warm smile that had him practically melting to a puddle. But he contained himself. “Happy to be here.” 

He smiled back, continuing to mince garlic as he listened to the sound of your pencil scribbling on the paper. It was a long night ahead of him as he had to prepare for the massive feast the Straw Hats would have tomorrow. Lots of food and beverages needed to be prepped the night before in order to give Sanji some time to enjoy the celebration himself instead of laboring in the kitchen all day. It was a sacrifice of his sleep schedule, but having you around made it enjoyable.

He reached over to turn up the radio by two clicks, the vintage box spilling out a jazzy song that had Sanji humming and mindlessly swaying his hips. You watched in adoration, a quick spark of inspiration lighting up your brain. So you quickly flipped to the next blank page and began sketching away, grinning like a fool as you grasped onto the random inspiration for dear life. You’d felt a recent lull in your artwork as nothing seemed to pique your interest lately. So any ‘aha’ moment was a blessing that you refused to let go of.

Sanji noticed your intense concentration after a while, the way your brows were stiff and knitted while your hand never ceased in its marking of the page. He knew an idea had struck you and he was intrigued to see just what you were creating. However, you hissed when he snuck over to take a peek, instantly covering the paper with your chest, “Not yet!” 

He raised his hands up in quick defense with an amused chuckle, “I retreat.”

You two continued like this for another hour or so; Sanji humming, whistling, and swaying as the music played and he continued prepping, while you drew and drew until your hand was cramping. Startling you, Sanji placed a glass of your favorite drink before you, a small snack paired with it, “Take a breather?” 

You were scared to at first, worried that your sudden burst of inspiration would dwindle to nothing the moment you put the pencil down. But between your cramping hand and Sanji’s pleading eyes, you obliged. The drink tasted like liquid heaven and you thanked Sanji, humming in gratification at your boyfriend’s culinary talents as you took a bite of the treat he prepared for you. The song changed from an upbeat jazzy tune to a more bluesy, soulful song. You eyed Sanji as he made his way over to you, extending his hand out as an invitation.

“Sanjiiii.” You whined, now well aware that the drink and treat were nothing but a trick to steal your attention.

“Just one dance. Your hand will thank you.” He smiled as he continued to hold his hand out. How could you say no to that sweet smile? You accepted his gesture and he rose you to your feet with ease, tugging you into his chest in a whirlwind of movements. He held your drawing hand out while placing his free hand gently along your waist. He moved you with him, helping you to get a feel of the music until you were both swaying together with ease. 

He brought your hand up for a gentle kiss, “You need to remember to take a break every now and then. Can’t have my darling getting carpal tunnel.” 

You laid your head against his chest, “I know, I know. I just gotta go for it when the inspiration strikes, ya know? You know I’ve been struggling lately.” 

Sanji kissed the top of your head and laid his cheek flat against it, continuing to sway with you, “I know it doesn’t help that we’ve been out on sea for a week now. But your creativity will return, I know it. You’re the best artist I know.” 

You smiled against his chest as you enjoyed the intimate moment between the two of you. When the song ended and an upbeat jazzy song began to play, Sanji spun you around, catching you off guard once more, “Let’s see if this will inspire you.” Sanji rocked his hips and legs much more energetically than before, looking rather silly before you. You couldn’t help but laugh even as he pulled you in, “Come on, do this with me.”

“You said just one dance!” You chortled in disbelief, feeling utterly ridiculous as you tried to match Sanji’s movements. 

“Maybe you just need some movement! Let loose a little!” 

The two of you looked like fools dancing wildly in the kitchen, but it was truly fun to let loose together; you both needed it. Sanji pulled you in and rolled you out, spinning you around over and over as you two shared amused laughter. In the grand finale, Sanji pulled you in and dipped you so low, you were mere inches from the floor. And that’s when inspiration struck you tenfold. You squealed happily as you fought to escape his embrace, rushing over to the table to scribble away once more.

Another hour passed with you two working diligently. Not too long after Sanji had finished prepping, you finally finished your own work, “Ready for the big reveal?” You couldn’t fight the wide smile that was making your cheeks burst. Sanji always adored that look on you. He hurried to your side, studying the art work you presented him. 

“It’s us!” He cheered, “And we’re dancing.” He looked at you with an equally bursting smile. 

“Do you like it?”

“Veronica, I love it.” He planted a big kiss on your cheek, “And I love you. You’re so talented.” He littered your face with sweet kisses, praising you and your work over and over, “Is that me shaking my ass?” He pointed at a few lone sketches you doodled when you were watching Sanji dance earlier.

“You’re the best muse.” You beamed cheesily as you snuck in quick kiss and admired your work together.

[bae-leth]

i know we all love to meme on lorenz but im actually low-key excited to learn more about him?? maybe i’m rooting for him bc of all the jokes, but i actually think he’s got a memorable design, i like how they didn’t make him conventionally attractive, and yeah the hair is questionable but it’s really not all that bad. tbh i hope they don’t only focus on the flirting aspect of his personality because i feel like he has a lot of potential and don’t want him to just be a one dimensional character.

I think that he’s grown on me simply because of the amount of memes I’ve seen and made of him. 

Sure, his hair is questionable, but like you said, it makes him all the more memorable! What makes him stick out to me is how funny he is: he actually comes to you for advice about finding women (which you can totally use against him), he wears a fake flower (who does that???), he asks you why you even bothered to save Claude (that’s a realistic friendship right there)… He really does make me chortle, whether it’s because of his meme-ness or because it’s something he does. I’m definitely intrigued by him.

(esp because his last name is Gloucester, which…. hm. Hm.)

I’m holding out hope for his character at the moment, because if he really is just a skirt-chaser, then my interest would decrease pretty quickly, lmao. The timeskip helps with character development a lot here (and for all the characters, actually), because whatever personalities they’ll have before the war, the war itself is bound to shake those up. Hopefully, this means we get fleshed out and nuanced characters… I really am excited to see what Lorenz’ll be like after five years!

[hardyimagines]

Part 3 — The Baker

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Could I request an Alfie Solomons x reader where she has no idea who he is and thinks he’s just a baker so he bakes things for her and is sweet but he keeps trying to hide his identity bc he really likes her and eventually she finds out who he is? You decide whether you want the ending to be angst or fluff! And please make this one a bit lengthy :) thanks love 💗 Requested by: @centerhabit​

Word count: 5.1k

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The sunlight shone down on your body which was slung over Alfie’s chest. His torso rose and fell slowly, heart beating at a steady pace against your ear. You began to squirm lightly when the blinding rays of light shone through the window and hit you in the face. Fidgeting continuously on top of the bear beneath you until your face was pushed into the nape of his neck, you sighed, the ability to sleep now gone. You lifted your head up and tiredly rubbed your eyes. When you realized just where you were, your cheeks tinted a dark shade of pink and you moved to kneel up and get off of Alfie, but a hand halted you. “Where the fuck are you going, pet?” His voice was heavy with sleep, a low drawl that sent an eruption of goosebumps along the back of your neck. His hand was gentle, but firm, resting on your lower back so that he could pull your little body back down flat on top of his. 

“I didn’t want to suffocate you.” You whispered quietly, returning to your previous position. You buried your face in the center of his chest and smiled sleepily as the little curls that decorated his breasts tickled your features. “And I sort’ve needed to use the bathroom.” You whispered, moving your nails slowly along his arm. In the light, you could now see him fully as he let you sit up. Your knees sunk into the white sheets beside his hip as you straightened, taking in the beauty before you. Scattered along his muscular arms were permanent inkings. You absentmindedly brushed your thumb along the tattoos, eyes showing just how intrigued you were by the sight. You let your twinkling orbs move to his belly before gliding up to his ribs and then along his upper chest. Scoffing quietly because of course, he would be this attractive. You swallowed quietly when the man opened his eyes to peer up at you, curious as to why you hadn’t slid off of the bed yet. His hand was still loosely residing on your lower back before it slid around your waist to rest on your hip. “You alright, dove?” His husky voice met your ears again. The suddenness of him speaking snapped you out of your thoughts and your eyes lifted to his. “What?” Heat crawled up the back of your neck as he caught you staring him down and the concerned look on his face morphed into a smug, very knowing look. “Do you always sleep naked?” You asked him quietly, unable to bite back the question. A hearty chuckle escaped his throat and the muscles in his chest rippled as he moved. “I’m hardly fucking naked, Y/N. I’ve got on some boxers, right, so I’m still clothed.” He looked to your attire now. The question had drawn up his own curiosity. What did you usually sleep in? He examined you more thoroughly now.

The shirt that you wore was resting on your trimmed waist. The skin of your thighs looked creamy and soft beneath the glow of the sun as his azure blue eyes roamed your frame. Sitting up slowly with a grunt, his eyebrows lifted as he realized a few of the clasps on his long sleeve shirt had come undone while you slept. The beige colored shirt was opened slightly between buttons, giving him a nice view of the rounded edges of your breasts. He looked away hurriedly, brows drawn together. “Your shirt, pet.” He ushered to the fastenings. Following the direction of his finger, your cheeks turned scarlet for the hundredth time. “Oh, I’m sorry.” Scrambling up from the bed, you turned away from him to fix the issue at hand- though Alfie wasn’t bothered in the slightest. He watched intently as your hair fell over your shoulders, curled lightly from sleep. “Sorry? What fucking for.” His shirt fell from your hips and pooled down to your upper thighs as you stood. Glancing over your shoulder at the man, you caught sight of his back now. He had his legs swung over the edge of the bed and the muscles in his back flexed as he stretched. “For nearly flashing you.” You offered, unsure what to really say. The bashful smile that pulled at your lips made him chortle in amusement. He stood from the mattress now and lifted a pair of trousers from the drawer next to his bed. Stepping into the legs, he pulled the fabric up to his hips and buttoned the clasp. You watched him curiously before you moved toward him. Laying your small hand on the curve of his rib, you leaned up on your toes and pressed your lips against his. Your mouth’s lingered, moving against each other’s in a slow pace. You let your nails trace from his ribs, up his chest and around to the back of his neck. When the kiss came to its natural end, you ran your tongue over your lips, savoring the taste of him and the tickle of his beard. Stepping back slightly with a smirk, he hooked his arm around your hips and tugged your little body back into his. “You’re the biggest tease I’ve ever met.” He told you firmly, eyes roaming your delicate features.

Creating distance, you ducked out of his arm with a small smirk. If he wanted a tease, you could be a tease. “Alfie, what am I meant to wear to the bakery? I cant wear my red dress, it’s far too fancy.” You asked innocently, moving your nimble fingers to the clasps on the shirt of his that you still wore. Undoing them one by one until the fabric fell open and the sides of your breasts were visible, you lifted a brow at him. Alfie stood a few feet away from you, mouth falling open at your bold actions. He let his eyes fall to your flat stomach, gliding up to your ribs and then settling on the round bosom. The cream-colored shirt hid your rosy nipples from his gaze, but it didn’t take much for him to imagine them. “You could just fucking wear that.” He muttered, voice hoarse and laced with want. You smiled slowly at his words before twisting the end of the shirt around your finger and biting your lip. “This is for your eyes only, Mr. Solomons. What will the other ‘bakers’ think, seeing me stroll around your precious distillery clad only in one of your pullovers?”

Alfie rubbed his beard in thought before freezing at your words. “Don’t give a fuck what the other men think, pet, but you’re right. Can’t have them ogling you, right, that’s for me to do.” He moved toward your much smaller form and placed his wide fingers on the ends of the shirt, accidentally brushing your thigh with his rings. He could see the little bumps that scattered across your breasts and belly and he bit back the urge to play with you further. “Right.” He whispered. “We’ll tie this up, yeah, and then it’ll look like a little blouse.” He curled the ends of the shirt before twisting them. Tying the ends together around your lower stomach, you stared down at his fingers as they moved up to re-button the cloth. A gold ring circled his pointer finger and you smiled slowly as the cold metal brushed over your chest. You could tell it was unintentional as his face twisted into an apologetic look. “Sorry, pet, im not meaning to-“ you cut him off this time. “Don’t apologize, Alfie. I’m not complaining.” You whispered, moving your small hand to his waistband. Wrapping your finger securely in the belt loop on his slacks, you tugged him closer before studying the other rings on his hands. Your eyes caught sight of the crown tattoo on his hand, a few spaces down from his thumb. You averted your eyes, wondering silently why your breaths were so deep and if it was the close proximity of Alfie that was causing you to flush or the fact that you were becoming hot and heavy because of his hands. 

He hadn’t seemed to notice. As soon as the shirt was tied up and resembled a blouse, he moved over to grab a pair of his boxers. “This is all I’ve got that’ll fit your little waist.” He told you quietly. You took the fabric from him slowly and analyzed it. The boxers were black and would match just fine with the ‘blouse’ you wore. Though it wasn’t appropriate attire for a lady to wear, you didn’t really care. You were going to be with Alfie the second that you left the privacy of his home, so you knew if anybody said anything or stared for too long, he’d bark at them to stop. Stepping into the clothing, you dragged the briefs up to your hips and giggled quietly. He watched intently as you rolled them up your milky thighs. The contrast between the black undergarment and your beautiful skin made him clear his throat. Taking a belt from one of the drawers, he wrapped it around your hips to hold the briefs in place, but since the tightest loophole still wasn’t tight enough to do any good, he took a nail from the drawer by his bed and created his own hole. Fastening the belt closed, he eyed you. “I think you look rather attractive.” He pointed out. 

You rolled your eyes as you moved to the mirror. The space between his boxers and tied shirt revealed a thin line of your tummy. “That’s because these are your clothes on my body.” You shook your head at him before slowly spinning around to face him. “And I didn’t even get to pee!” Alfie let out a roar of a laugh before he closed the space between the two of you again. Undoing the belt, he patted your thigh. “Go on, pet. I’ll put this back on you once you’ve finished up.” 

When you moved downstairs, Alfie was hunched over the dog bowl in the corner, filling it for Cyril. “That’s a good boy, yeah. It’s good food, innit. Smells like shit, but you gobble it down, so it can’t be too bad, right?” You leaned against the doorway, biting on your lip as you watched him interact with the mutt. “Alfie, I'm not too sure he knows the difference between human food and dog food.” You pointed out. Catching the attention of the gangster, he straightened and turned to face you. “Pet, he’s not stupid. He can smell my bacon versus his chicken— lard. I’m not even sure what to fucking call his food.” You moved further into the kitchen, head shaking slowly with a smile. The sound of Cyril chomping on his food filled the room as Alfie hooked the belt back around your hips. Taking the time to inspect his clothing now that you were so close to him, your eyes raked down his form and then back up. The white shirt he wore looked more like a milky coffee color. The fabric was rolled up to his elbows, securely stuck in place. A black, pinstriped vest hung from his shoulders, hugging his back and the front of his chest. Around his wrist, a bracelet was settled and only when you were finished staring at that, did you realize he had his shirt tucked in to his trousers. His black pants were loose, but tight enough that if he bent over, you could see the outline of his ass. He reached around your body and pinched his apron. Dragging it around his hips, he tied it in the back. A round stopwatch hung from his hip on one side and on the other, some beads bounced against his thigh as he moved. “Alfie?” You spoke softly, leaning against the kitchen table. He let out a quiet grunt in response before pouring himself a mug of coffee and then another for you. “Do you always put your apron on before heading out?” Biting on your tongue as he fixed you with a confused look, he squinted. You wondered about the strangest things. “I do, pet, yeah. I live so fucking close to the shop, right, right around the corner, innit? So I just make sure I’m ready before heading out.” Your brows furrowed slightly. The two of you were close to the bakery if you drove, but if you were to walk, it would take a lot longer.

Alfie handed you the steaming cup of coffee before easily drinking the burning liquid down. He rubbed down his mustache and beard, ensuring that any droplets of the drink were vacant from his face. You watched the muscles in his forearm flex before his arms returned to sway at his side as he moved around. Sipping the coffee in your hand, your eyes were unmoving from him as he pulled on his hat. “Ready to go then, love?” He asked, gripping his cane and then his coat. He pulled the weighted wool on to his shoulders before approaching you. You finished your cup of coffee before nodding in response to him. Suddenly quiet as your nerves bubbled to the surface, you wrapped your arm around his hips and puckered your lips, waiting for him to kiss you. He dipped his head down, clutching the top of his hat so that it didn’t fall. Pressing his lips to yours sweetly, he straightened. “I take it you’re rather fucking fond of my kisses then, yeah?” He chuckled before leading you outside and to the only means of transportation he had. “Oh, Alfie. I am very fond of your kisses.” You whispered before climbing into the vehicle. 

The gravel beneath the carriage crunched audibly as you came to a stop. Alfie helped you out of the carriage before laying his hand on your lower back and leading you toward the backdoors of the bakery. “Right, pet, fair warning right now. Sometimes, I have a bit of a fucking temper, yeah. When the men piss me off because they’ve fucking fucked up. Yeah, and if any of them look at you the wrong way, that’s gonna tick me off too, innit.” He looked down at you to read your expression, but you leaned up and kissed him to silence him. “It’s alright, Alfie, I'm not worried about who you are at work. I just care about how you are with me.” He moved his hand to the back of your head and hunched over to kiss your temple. “Right then, come on.”

You were surprised at the strength that Alfie possessed. He pulled the heavy door open so easily, making you cross your arms. The damn thing had nearly crushed you when you lugged it open and he made it look like it was a damn piece of cake. Following him into the dimly lit building, you took hold of his hand and he didn’t shake you off. “This-“ He ushered to the men at their stations. “Is where we make the bread.” He looked down at you. From the stench in the room, you assumed that meant the rum. It didn’t bother you, it was just a bit overwhelming at first. Men in every inch of the room stared at you and then your attire before muttering under their breath. You couldn’t hear what was being said, but you didn’t let it bother you. One of the older men in the front ceased his movements, eyes latching on to your small form before they flickered to Alfie. “That your daughter?” The man asked. His accent was so think, you had to strain your ears to see if you’d heard him right. “Pardon?” You question instantly. Did Alfie have a—

Alfie growled softly. “Are you fucking blind, mate? This here’s, Y/N. She’s my..” He halted, unsure of what to call you. You stepped in for him though, smiling politely. “I look younger than I actually am. I’m seeing Alfie.” You nodded once and Alfie seemed to straighten, shoulders broadening as a triumphant smile plastered itself on his lips. “Romantically, mate, yeah, she’s seeing me romantically.” Alfie clarified though it wasn’t necessary. You shook your head at him with a lazy grin before kissing his arm and waiting for him to show you the rest of the place.

Ollie came bounding down the steps. “Mr. Solomons.” He had his face buried in a folder. “You’re late. You’ve got an appointment in 15 minutes with—“ He looked up from the words on the calendar and blinked once. Eyeing you with a frown, he shut the file in his hands. “What the hell are you doing here? Come to do some more peeping, girl?” Alfie defensively squinted at the boy. “Easy, Ollie. She’s got a name and a reason to be here.” Ollie looked to your adjoined hands and gave a dramatic eye-roll. “My god, Alfie, you just met the fucking lass the..” His words faltered. Maybe it was wise to just shut his mouth. “I mean, it’s nice to see you again, girl.” You straightened as Alfie had moments ago. “My name’s Y/N.” You pointed out to him, but he was already striding off, no care in the world for who you were. You were doing his boss, that’s all he told himself. You weren’t important until you had a ring on your finger.

It was unusual for Alfie to bring a woman to the office. Ollie had always assumed that the man was private and kept his women at home, but now that he thought about it, Alfie was always all by himself when the boy would drop by. Shaking himself out of his thoughts, he turned back toward the larger man. “Darby Sabini will be here in a few minutes to discuss some business with you.” You looked up at the man in confusion as to who ‘Darby Sabini’ was, But Alfie’s face said it all. He wanted you to go. “Uh, pet, why don’t you go wait in my office, yeah. Ollie, you’ll bring her up there.” Ollie frowned deeply. “Alfie, I’ve got—“ He groaned at the threatening look he received. “You’ll fucking bring her up there and fucking stay right by her, mate. Keep an eye on her.”

Ollie moved forward to grab your elbow but you shrugged him off. “I’m not a rag doll to be dragged around.” You turned toward Alfie. “Nor am I someone to be bossed about.” The man fixed you with a worried look. “Pet, I’m just trying to keep you safe, right, these men are fucking dangerous.” You cocked a brow at that. “They’re just like you, Alfie. You’re dangerous, but you’d never hurt me.” You whispered. “Pet. It’s not like that, right, please, just go with Ollie. I don’t have time to explain-“ His boots thudded against the hard floor as he urged you to go. “Pet, fucking go.” He growled, warning shining in his gaze. “Or what?” You hissed, eyes darting between his, daring him to threaten you. He backed off. “Y/N, I love you, I—“ You froze on the spot. “Excuse me?” Ollie slapped his hand to his face, trying to shield himself from the second hand embarrassment that he felt. “Oh, god, Alfie, can’t you profess your undying love to this stranger when I’m not around?” The boy practically shouted.

Alfie snapped his fingers at Ollie before looking down at you. “Right, I don’t know if it’s love, but it sure feels like it. I’ve never fucking felt like this toward anyone and I’d do anything in the world to keep you safe, yeah? I need you to fucking go with Ollie right now.” You opened your mouth to reply, but were instantly silenced by the guards marching toward Alfie. “Sabini.” One of them stated, moving to the side to reveal the Italian. You lifted your gaze to the older gentleman, studying his face. He had a mustache that covered his entire upper lip and was definitely older. Alfie gripped your small hand and pulled you behind him, out of the menacing stare that Sabini was directing toward you. “I’m gonna have to punch your fucking teeth in, mate, if you don’t stop staring at her like that.” Sabini tore his eyes away from you and instead stared at the Jewish man in front of him. “Who is she?” The Italian grunted, pulling the gloves off of his hands so he could shove them into his pocket. “And why’s she got on man’s cloth-?”

Alfie straightened. “Right, you came to talk business, I presume, not about the lass. Lets not ask no more fucking questions about her or you’re gonna rile me up, Sabini. All right, that’s it, yeah. Forgive me, I interrupted. Lets go to my office.” He used the end of his cane to usher Sabini toward the stairs before he spun around to face you. “I won’t be long, pet.” He whispered before moving away and heading toward his office. You moved to go after him, but Ollie grabbed you a bit too roughly. He hadn’t mean to squeeze your throat, he’d blindly reached for your arm and instantly regretted it when the cry that escaped your lips filled the distillery. Alfie spun around, anger evident on his face. His nostrils were flared and his skin was tinted red. “What the hell are you doing, mate!” Alfie shouted, storming back toward the pair of you. Ollie still had his fingers on the back of your throat and when he had pulled his hand away roughly and apologetically, you moved your fingers to the sore bruises that already coated your skin.

Alfie pulled you against him instantly, inspecting your features before he pushed your hair out of the way and looked at the marks, which were now irritated. You opened your mouth, but Alfie let out a gruff sound. “Don’t you dare fucking apologize.” He whispered and you bit your lip. He recognized the guilt in your orbs, though it shouldn’t have been there. “We’ll speak about this when I’m done.” Alfie spoke calmly to Ollie, trying not to cause a scene. But when he looked back down at you, he shut his eyes. God, was he this weak? “Come on, then. You’ll fucking stay with me.” Ollie, shaking in his boots, turned sharply on his heel and vanished elsewhere in the distillery. You followed Alfie up the stairs and into his office. He ushered for you to sit at his desk before he stood on the opposite side, directly in front of you. He shielded Sabini’s capability of seeing any part of you. “Right, spit it out. What’d you fucking come here for?” You busied yourself with a pen on Alfie’s desk, lazily messing with the end of it. You were as silent as possible, trying not to interrupt the meeting that was taking place. “So she’s yours then?” Sabini pointed in your direction. “The lass.”

Alfie rolled his eyes. “Sabini, look, mate, we don’t have these meetings to discuss the women in our lives, do we? It’s purely for fucking business, innit. So tell me what the fuck it is you came to tell me and then fuck off. She is off limits to look at, to speak of, to breathe near, to even fucking think about. Right, so, what— besides Y/N, would you like to fucking speak about?” You watched as Alfie removed his hat before tossing it in the corner where he smoothly landed on the hooks that were nailed into the wall. He ruffled his messy hair before licking his lips.

Sabini was silent, hands clasping together in his lap. “I think, Mr. Solomons, you shouldn’t be so possessive with her. Let’s discuss the girl and then we can talk about business. She is quite the distraction.” He whispered before running his tongue over his lips and standing. He peered over Alfie’s shoulder since the gangster was leaning against the edge of the desk, but when Solomons straightened, Sabini’s view was gone. “Fine, you want to know about the girl. I’ll tell you about her. She is off fucking limits to you and every other boy, man, scum, arsehole, and every other godforsaken person on this planet.” Stepping to the side, he turned and pointed to you. “That there is my girl, right. Repeat after me, that’s ‘Alfie Fucking Solomons’ girl’. Yeah? Got it?” Turning on his heel, he moved around the desk. Swiveling the chair around so your back was to Sabini, he squinted before looking down at you. His eyes latched on to yours and he leaned forward slightly.

Sabini straightened. “She got a name?” The man asked before removing his hat and approaching the desk. Alfie grunted, tearing his eyes away from you so he could look at the Italian. “Matter of fact, she fucking does, but that doesn’t matter does it, because you’re not gonna fucking speak to her.” Alfie pushed his hair back before grunting. “That’s all you need to know, innit. She’s off the fucking menu, right, so—“ Sabini licked his lips and cut Alfie off. “Is she a whore? No girl in their right mind would date a gang leader, not unless she’s looking for a death sentence.” You sprung up from your seat at that. Turning to face the man, you clenched your fists and glared at him. “You’re a nosy prick, you know that?”

Sabini tilted his head, brows arched at your forwardness. “And I take back what I said about you being a whore. Surely you wouldn’t get any customers dressed like that.” He ushered to your attire. “Well, maybe Alfie, but he’s liable to fuck anything that moves, ain’t he?” Alfie moved closer to you. He wasn’t sure what kind or how much rage you possessed, but he didn’t want you thinking you could fuck with an Italian like Sabini. “Pet.” He whispered softly. “Just let it go.” Alfie would handle this in his own way. “Deal’s off Sabini. No more truces or deals, no negotiations. No more business meetings of any sort. Turn your happy little Italian ass around and get out of my shop, yeah?”

Sabini cocked a brow. “What the hell for–“ Alfie growled. “For being a cunt, mate. You come in here and disrespect the lass and then disrespect me? Fuck off.” He pointed to the door. You pushed past Alfie, slowly approaching Sabini. “Does it make you feel good to talk down on people? You’re labeling me and you don’t even know me. Just think..” you whispered, stepping even closer to him. “If you would’ve kept your mouth shut, maybe I would’ve left Alfie for you?” Sabini was stuck. His breaths had deepened and his hand hovered above your hip. Alfie was about to break his fingers from clenching his fists so hard at the scene. “Y/N-“ he ground out through gritted teeth, unsure what the hell you were playing at. Sabini briefly looked to Alfie. “So, a whore it is.” He purred quietly, moving his lips closer to your neck. “Tell me, whore-“ You, fed up with the dreadful Italian, pulled your leg back before ramming it harshly into his groin.

Alfie doubled back. He moved his fist to his mouth and bit his knuckle, unsure if he had imagined the sickening crunch of the man’s nuts or if that had really happened. “Fucking hell!” Alfie shouted, free hand moving to his hair. “Fucking hell, Y/N!” He drawled out, voice laced with nothing but pure shock, astonishment, and pride. Sabini hunched over and fell to the floor, hands clasped together over his crotch as he groaned out. There weren’t words to express the excruciating pain. You didn’t look back. Stepping over the heap of a man, you left the office in an angry stroll. Your cheeks were burning red from your anger and as you stomped down the corridor, every man turned his head to watch you and then looked to their boss, hot on your heels. Alfie’s expression was smug though, opposed to your angry one.

You had no idea where the hell you were going, but you turned the corner and shoved open the nearest door. It was empty. Breathing a heavy sigh of relief, you moved into the room and Alfie followed you. “Pet-“ He reached out. You spun around, eyes fiery and bright. “What the hell was his problem, Alfie? Why was he saying those things- he didn’t even know me!” You briefly looked around the room that you had led the pair of you too and realized that this was where they kept the uncooked bread. Looking at the wrapped loaves, your brows drew together, only drawing your attention back to Alfie when he spoke. “I fucking told you, didn’t I? I didn’t want you in the room when I fucking spoke to him, yeah?” You stared up at him and huffed. “I didn’t know that he would be like that.” You whispered in defense.

Alfie folded his arms before approaching you. “Are you upset with me?” You asked him quietly. “Because I ruined the meeting? If I wouldn’t have been in there, things would’ve gone differently.” Alfie’s brows furrowed, scoffing at your question. “Upset with you?” He whispered, head shaking slowly. “Y/N, I'm fucking proud of you.. and a bit turned on if I’m honest.” He dropped his arms to his sides before he wrapped them around your waist and hoisted you up and on to his strong hips. Though he did have a bad leg, it wasn’t hurting right now, so he wasn’t bothered in the slightest. “Maybe I didn’t know if I meant it earlier, but I sure as shit mean it now.” You gazed at the man in confusion, stroking his beard lazily with your fingertips. “What?” You asked in confusion, distracted by his handsome features. “I love you. I do. Yeah, it’s a bit fucking soon, innit, but I’m bound to fall for you sooner or later and I’d rather just fucking tell you now, rather than have you wondering every day if—“ You closed the space between the two of you. Tugging gently on his facial hair, your lips pressed firmly to his own.

Yes. It was very soon. You had a lot to learn about the man and you weren’t sure if this relationship would last. You hoped that it would. Nobody in your life had made you feel the things that Alfie did. You’d never been in love either, but you knew you’d do anything for the baker that currently held you. Your nose skimmed over his own when the kiss came to its natural end. “I love you too, Alfie.” You whispered. Even if the two of you merely said the words because they felt right, you knew it wouldn’t take long before those words held an extreme meaning. 

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Hi! Im here for the IwaOi prompt if that's okay so how about Oikawa thought that iwa-chan is cheating on him but actually is surprising him? I don't know if this makes sense. Thank you so much. Have a nive day!

Matsukawa pries open his eyes when he feels a dull ache erupt down his side, flickering down his sleepy gaze to where Hanamaki’s elbow was grinding into his kidney, seeking his attention. The boy points wordlessly with his chin towards some far corner of the campus cafeteria, and Matsukawa follows his line of sight with vaguely building interest.

Oikawa had just walked into the bustling atrium, a lunch tray in his hands. He turns heads wherever he goes, whether it be for his looks or his height, but only his two friends notice the pinch of his jawline or the slight darkness in his irises. He looks absolutely livid.

Hanamaki speaks aloud the exact thought that drifts through Matsukawa’s mind. “This oughta be good.”

They wave him over, and Oikawa changes paths once he notices, sliding into the seat across from them at the table with a noisy huff. His tray follows with a loud smack, and his curry almost tips out of the bowl from the force.

“What’s wrong, champ?” Hanamaki asks, dropping his chin on his knuckles like he was so excited to listen.

Oikawa delicately brings a roll of sushi to his lips, stills, then lets it tumble back onto his tray—likely for dramatic effect. “I’m sure you two have noticed,” he sniffs, “that Iwa-chan is not with me. I invited him to lunch and he completely blew me off. Said he has things to do.”

“What kind of things?” Matsukawa wants to know.

Oikawa blows up; he quite literally mimes an explosion when his arms fly into the air. “If I knew that, I wouldn’t be upset, would I! He wouldn’t tell me!”

“So what you’re saying is,” Hanamaki says, stealing one of the rolls off Oikawa’s tray, “that Iwaizumi, after twenty years of life, has finally managed to saw off the super glue that binds you two together?”

“And now,” Matsukawa adds, plucking some of his apple slices, “he’s off doing secret, big-boy things… without you?”

Oikawa picks up his chopsticks in either fist and pokes at both of their hands, fending them off his food. With a cool stare, he says, “You two can snicker like the hyenas you are, but Iwa-chan and I have always been together.”

“So he’s evading you. He’s being dodgy, not telling you why. He doesn’t want to have lunch together or braid your hair or do whatever it is you two get up to in his room late at night.”

“Definitely not fuck,” Hanamaki interjects, like he could will it to be true.

Oikawa tuts, impatiently. “I’m sure you two must have a point, but I find myself quickly losing interest.”

“Well, it’s obvious, isn’t it?”

They speak in exact succession, one after the other.

“He’s cheating on you.”

“He’s cheating on you.”

Oikawa seems aghast at the mere suggestion, the ends of his hair rising like readying for an all-out war. “He is not—he! wouldn’t! How could you even say that!”

Half of his lunch tray gets wiped clean by his two friends as he phases through several different reactions; his hands move in useless motions; his lip protrudes; defiance burns in his eyes; and then, finally, he stares into his hands in horror and whispers, “Oh, my god…”

Then he snaps back up, picks up his empty lunch tray to be discarded, and sweeps out of the cafeteria without another single word.

Hanamaki, in the midst of licking his fingers clean, stares after his retreating back with an unbothered expression.

“Do you think he knew we were joking?”

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The subject of Oikawa’s relationship gets pushed to the sidelines and almost forgotten altogether, at least until the end of that day’s practice. It’s an earlier time than they would normally be let out; the sun’s still up, and most of the team breaks off into groups, excited to make the most of the sunlight with evening plans. Hanamaki is the one to suggest trying the new croquette stall across from the campus, and Matsukawa is never one to turn down an offer for food. They round the gym wall, carrying five pounds of gym equipment but freshly showered and eager to stuff themselves full.

But Oikawa is waiting there, like the troll at the end of a bridge whose duty was to deny them passage. Noticing their presence, he kicks away from the wall and stalks over, seething, “I hope you two are happy. He is cheating on me.”

Hanamaki looks unenthused. “You two seemed fine at practice.”

They’d seemed more than fine, in fact. The boys had considered inviting them for croquettes, but both Oikawa and Iwaizumi had vanished so quickly following cleanup that they’d assumed the couple had sneaked away to get handsy in a bathroom stall somewhere. They’d certainly been tactile enough all through practice.

Matsukawa takes a different approach. “Iwaizumi?” he says, with a shake of his head. “He really doesn’t seem like the type.”

“You don’t think I know that?” Oikawa snaps. “But my sources are undeniable. I heard from Suga-chan, who heard from Dai-chan, who heard from Tetsu-chan, who heard from Boku-chan, who heard it straight from the horse’s mouth.” He takes a deep, stabilizing breath, before revealing, “It seems Iwa-chan has been spending a lot of time lately with Akaashi Keiji.”

There’s a lingering, dramatic pause among the trio of boys. Then Matsukawa inclines his head. “Who?”

“The pretty boy from our economics class,” Hanamaki fills him in. “I think.”

Oikawa nods solemnly. “That’s the one.”

“That’s who you’re worried about? I doubt anything is happening there. The guy’s practically a fetus.”

“How d’you reckon that? Isn’t he just one year below us?”

“Yes, but, see. Now that we’re of legal drinking age, anyone below the age of twenty is automatically considered a fetus.”

“Huh. I never thought of it like that, Matsukawa-sensei.”

Oikawa groans. “Can you two please focus on the matter at hand?”

“Which is what, exactly?” Hanamaki asks, very clearly losing interest in the conversation at breakneck speed. He digs a pinkie into his ear, then flicks a piece of lint off his fingernail, as if some ear fuzz was more worthy of his time than Oikawa’s love troubles.

“You’re probably not aware of this,” says Oikawa, one hip cocked, “but Akaashi-kun used to be a setter back in high school.”

“I’m afraid I don’t see the correlation.”

But Matsukawa does. It sinks into him slowly, just like the number twenty-five over time becoming synonymous with the sensation of loss. He’s unable to keep one corner of his mouth from twitching up into a bemused grin. “Wait… Is this, what, setter envy? You’re afraid Iwaizumi’s sneaking around behind your back, asking someone else to send him tosses?”

Oikawa pinks, and though it’s subtle, it’s also a tell-tale answer. “This is no laughing matter!” he hisses, when Hanamaki begins to chortle. “They were seen going into the public gym together a couple days ago!”

“Two volleyball players, walking into a gym. The audacity.”

“Let’s hope they used protection.”

“This isn’t just about that,” he insists, braving onward despite their guffaws. “The fact of the matter is, Iwa-chan is still being evasive and distant and he won’t tell me why.”

“Then ask him.”

This is where Oikawa hesitates, drawing back slightly until he’s toed a line into the dirt. “Well. That’s the thing. See.” He presses his lips together, before looking up at them through his lashes with a look of innocence that could not have meant anything good. “I thought maybe you two could ask for me?”

“Pass,” Hanamaki replies, flatly.

“I can’t ask him! He’ll think I don’t trust him, and he’ll know I’ve been asking about him. Then he’ll get angry, and not in the cute way.” His teeth catch the skin of his bottom lip, gnawing there, as his outburst dies down. It’s almost with an unprecedented weakness in his voice that he adds, “I can’t lose Iwa-chan. I can’t.”

He speaks with complete sincerity, that much is made clear by the tremor behind his words. Hanamaki groans, likely affected by the plea despite his best wishes, but Matsukawa is the one to eventually agree.

He sighs. “Let’s hear Iwaizumi’s side, then.”

-

-

The conversation they eventually corner Iwaizumi into having can only be classified as bizarre.

He’s impossible to find, for one, and after scouring the campus and coming up empty, they’re forced to camp out in front of his apartment, croquettes in hand. For another, when Iwaizumi finally arrives—at a very late hour, at least for him—and spots the two of them lounging in front of his door, he stutters to a halt, shoves his belongings behind his back, then very slowly approaches with caution.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, eyeing them both.

“I think the better question is,” Hanamaki replies, getting to his feet and dusting off his knees, “what were you doing not here?”

“Croquette?” Matsukawa offers blandly, holding out their bag.

Iwaizumi makes a motion like he might be about to accept, except a bag crinkles behind his back from the movement of his hand, and he freezes.

“No, thanks.” His eyes flit over their heads to his apartment door, as if formulating the easiest escape route. Matsukawa might have been offended if he wasn’t so intrigued.

“Whatcha got there?” Hanamaki asks, pointing to the corner of a shopping bag they can see looking out from behind Iwaizumi’s thigh.

He quickly shoves it out of sight. “Nothing.”

“Oh, it was definitely something.”

“Is that where you disappeared to after practice? To get that?”

“I saw something that looks like a bow inside. Is it a present? Is it for Oikawa?”

Iwaizumi scowls and, barreling his way in between them, barks, “What’s with the third degree? Go bother someone else.”

“‘Someone else’ told us to bother you,” Hanamaki mutters.

With one last glare, Iwaizumi slides into his apartment and firmly shuts the door behind him. The sound echoes like a cannon through the empty hall, signifying a rather final end to their conversation.

“What do we think? Fishy?”

“Definitely fishy,” Hanamaki agrees, before leaning towards the door and banging a fist against the metal frame. “Asshole!” he calls inside. “You’re not even gonna invite us in?!”

It takes a well-timed cough from a disapproving, elderly resident two doors down for them to hang their heads in apology and vacate the premises.

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Oikawa arrives in a flurry of flushed cheeks, broken sentences, and flyaway hair. “I knew it!” he hisses between his teeth, gliding straight past the duo of his friends to make a beeline for his boyfriend’s room. “How could he do this to me? Me! Oikawa Tooru! His Tooru!”

“Shouldn’t we let them settle this on their own?” Matsukawa wonders, as they follow the seething setter up the apartment steps.

“And miss the show?”

Oikawa presses numbers into the keypad without missing a beat, tossing open the door when it beeps to allow them entry and kicking his way past the front entrance. They clearly catch Iwaizumi unawares, who looks up from pouring himself a cup of what looks like scalding tea. Not that this stops Oikawa; he yanks the cup from his hand and throws it at the ground in dramatic fashion, only saved from slicing his toes with broken glass by the incredible luck of it being made of plastic.

“The hell, Oikawa!” Iwaizumi barks, setting down his pot. “What was that for!”

“That’s what you did to my heart,” Oikawa returns, his nose in the air. “And then you stomped on it.”

Hanamaki narrates off to the side, muttered into Matsukawa’s ear. “I give him a nine for presentation, but a five for that dialogue.”

Iwaizumi crosses his arms over his very sculpted chest in a defiant stance, which does not go over well with his boyfriend, even before he grumbles, “What the hell did I supposedly do now?”

Oikawa’s nostrils flare. “Supposedly?” he repeats, jabbing at one of his pecs. “Supposedly, you’re a dirty, rotten, lying cheat.”

His boyfriend raises a single brow. “Excuse me?”

“Don’t even try to deny it. Makki and Mattsun told me everything about your cheating.”

This elicits a response from the duo in the background.

“Now, hang on—”

“That’s not exactly what we said—”

“We said something was fishy.”

Iwaizumi ignores them, though he quickly rises to the bait and falls into the argument.

“What else did these fuckheads tell you, huh?” he demands, which elicits another round of protestations. “Did they see me actually with someone? See me kissing anyone else? Loving anyone else but you?”

“You were seen going into a gym together with Akaashi Keiji,” Oikawa tells him, coolly.

At this, curiously enough, Iwaizumi blinks, the darkness in his eyes visibly clearing as if someone had suddenly placed a cap on his temper. If anything, he looks as if someone had pulled the rug out from underneath him. “How do you know about that? Is that what this is about?”

“So you admit it,” Oikawa accuses, his nose so high he could have drowned if it started to rain from the ceiling.

Iwaizumi recovers quickly, and grinds his teeth together. His hands ball up into fists at his side. “Yeah, I admit it. Is it a crime to go somewhere with a classmate now? I did it for you, asswipe.”

Oikawa snorts once, without mirth.

His boyfriend takes a deep, calming breath, and then, with serenity that does not translate over at all to his hardened face, he explains, “Akaashi has a family acquaintance who is close, personal friends with Arita Kenji. We went to the gym so I could meet him and ask him to get a signature for me—for you.”

All three of them perk up at this.

“Arita Kenji?”

“The pro volleyball player?”

Oikawa seems the most aghast. “My favorite player*?”

Wordlessly, almost with a pin drop silence, Iwaizumi moves around the three of them, towards the entrance where he had seemingly discarded his bags upon returning home. He picks up the gift bag in the front and thrusts it into Oikawa’s hands, still without a word.

Inside, there’s a frame, with a small bow stuck to the corner. Dear Oikawa, reads the paper pressed behind the glass. If you’re going to hit it, hit it until it breaks. Arita Kenji.

There’s a long, ringing silence, which Hanamaki breaks.

“Well…” he says. “I, for one, could not have predicted this.”

Matsukawa shakes his head in solemn fashion. “I knew Iwaizumi wasn’t the type.”

But Oikawa seems the most affected, even behind the cover of his bangs. He quietly slips the frame back inside, sets the bag down on the bed, then glides over to his prickly, scowling boyfriend and takes his face into his hands. “Iwa-chan,” he murmurs, with a guilty look. “Iwa-chan, I’m sorry. I was just afraid. I thought I was losing you.”

Iwaizumi, despite a visible struggle to remain hardened, softens under his touch—a complete sucker for his boyfriend. “Hey,” he says, gently, gripping him about the wrists and holding him to his face. “You’ll never lose me.”

Oikawa bites down on his quivering lip, fighting back the grin threatening to split his face, before swooping in and planting a fierce kiss on his boyfriend’s mouth. Iwaizumi returns the passion with equal intensity, his hands sliding up around Oikawa’s shoulders to tangle into his hair and hitch him close, to, essentially, chew his face off. They kiss hungrily and without pause.

“Ugh.” Hanamaki sticks a finger in his mouth, pretending to gag. “Why are we still here?”

“The better question is,” Matsukawa says, rubbing his aching forehead, “why do we always humor them and their disgusting relationship?”

“‘Cause we’re just awesome friends.”

“True, true.”

“Wanna get out of here?”

“Please. Before clothes start flying off.”

They tiptoe out of the apartment, slowly easing the door shut behind them. The last thing they see, through the part in the frame, is the kissing couple inside tumbling as one onto the bed.

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later:

oik: i can’t believe makki and mattsun tried to sabotage our relationship like that. how horrible of themiwa: they’re just jealousoik: yeahhhhh*resume making out*

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*note: arita kenji is not a real player, but rather the actor who portrays ushiwaka in the haikyuu stage plays. i just thought the irony would be hilarious, lolol.

also, i can totally see iwaoi as one of those obnoxious couples who have really dumb fights and “““break up””” every other week for, like, a day, before reconciling in the grossest, sappiest fashion, and matsuhana are just banging their heads in the background x)

[atmymercy]

Hello! I'm so glad you're writing Jonerys fic. My request is a scenario where Dany is jealous because she hears Jon speaking admiringly/fondly about Lyanna Mormont to Jorah... sort of a companion piece to your jealous Jon fic haha

              CONTINUATION OF PART ONE & PART TWO

“She is not a force to be reckoned with,” Jon smiled proudly before re-reading the raven that had come for him.

“I’m sure Lady Mormont would be proud to hear,” Davos said, accepting the letter back from his king.

“Please tell her,” Jon answered, glad that Davos was more than efficient in reading and writing now.

“Will do, my king,” Davos clenched the note in his maimed hand before turning to leave. Only barely managing to avoid Jorah as the newcomer stepped into the hall for dinner.

Jon was surprised when Jorah decided to sit with him but he said nothing to display the thought. They hadn’t exchanged many words but Jon found the man to be little like his lord father. The king of the North was disappointed by this small fact. He had thought he would have more in common with the man but it seemed the only thing between them was the dragon queen.

Until now.

“Did I hear you right when you said Lady Mormont?”

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Laughter filled the hall as Daenerys entered, deciding to eat dinner among her people rather than in her sitting room. She thought it would be good for morale after the loss of the Reach. Maybe also for her spirits as well, she was still bitter about the loss of another ally. The coin of Highgarden was supposed to pay for her armies’ every need.

Her eyes quickly found a different mood in the hall. While her mind raged and fumed, she found nothing but smiles and good humor all around. It was a shock to her system. It seemed their morale didn’t need any boosting from the jolly and glee that was already spread across the room. Dothraki and northern men were mixed in a competition of arm wrestling while others placed wagers on the side. It seemed northern men could be loud as Dothraki when excited.

“An arm of ice this man has!” The Dothraki glared at the northern man with the ‘arm of ice’ while his fellow mates clapped him on the back and money was quickly exchanged from hand to hand.

“And we shall shatter that arm!” laughed a particular tall Dothraki as more wine was poured all around.

She rolled her eyes as she passed. Gambling held little of her interest. It was the table filled with Jon, Jorah, Tyrion, and Davos that caught her eye. She neared, wondering what the group of them had in common when she heard them.

“She’d be disappointed to hear this but she is becoming a bit of a beauty.”

Daenerys froze at the words. There was no mistaking that voice. It was Jon Snow, the king of the North and her personal 'guest’. She hated how her stomach churned at his words. She suddenly felt uncomfortable in her own hall when only moments ago, she had been ready to join them.

“A pretty lass for sure.”

Of course, women were what they all had in common… She didn’t want to hear this but also hated as something in her was intrigued. Who were they speaking of? Her feet became melded to the stone floors as she waited and listened.

Was it selfish of her to hope it was her? No, that was ridiculous. Jon Snow was nothing but a nuisance to her at this point. She didn’t need to be hopeful for a few scraps of compliments from him. Men would happily fall over themselves for a chance in her bed. What did she need of some curly haired northerner?

“Aye, and fearsome as well.”

Yet something in her still secretly hoped.

“Wish I could have known her,” Jorah smiled, maybe even beaming with some pride that his cousin could strike fear in such men as Jon and Davos.

With those words, Daenerys knew it wasn’t about her and some anger welled up in her for Jorah to want for another woman when he had always been so steadfast. Though, it felt like redirected anger since she had never been jealous of Jorah. No, he could do as he wished but Jon…

She should have known better. No matter how uncomfortable Jon Snow seemed around the opposite sex, he was still a man. A man that had somehow broken his vows from the Night’s Watch. Probably for some pretty lady from the north.

She huffed in annoyance of it all.

“Your grace!”

Jon looked up at her and Daenerys was crossed to see he didn’t even look ashamed of his philandering talk. She could maybe hold some respect for him if he were to at least blush at being caught!

Instead, he brazenly looked up at her in the most innocent fashion. Damn, his puppy eyes! Now she could see how misleading they were.

Daenerys felt her blood simmer as she looked away from him, deciding she was definitely angry with him. It didn’t matter that he looked wounded by her response to him. Good. Let him be hurt.

She was going to need this anger now to sit through this dinner without giving away too much. Though, she secretly entertained the idea of supper by her private fire now. It seemed morale was at an all time high without her and found it hard to reason why she should stay.

“Please take my seat, my queen,” Jorah jumped up for her and her stomach churned at his place on the bench. The seat exactly to the right of Jon. No, this wasn’t what she wanted but she could see with all their expecting eyes on her, it was getting out of her control. “I will fix you a plate myself.”

Unable to forget her manners, Daenerys smiled at her once again trusted sword before he went about his task. Though, she was still forming a plan of retreat as he secured her a plate of her favorites.

“Please, your grace,” Tyrion finally broke in, his forever analyzing eyes inspecting her and her unease. He must have found his answers because he abruptly smiled at her, almost too kind in its shape. “We were only just talking about Jorah’s cousin.” He then purposefully turned to Jon. “Eleven did you say she was?”

“Just barely,” Jon answered softly, his eyes not leaving Daenerys’ direction.

“Eleven?” Daenerys’ asked in surprise and the tension in her body released like slipping into a hot bath. While she was willing to assume the worst before, she could never think of Jon as a pedophile. There was no way a girl barely past ten would be an object of his affection. 

Not with the way he now looked at her…

Suddenly the seat open at his side looked pleasantly inviting and she gracefully slipped into it without a word of protest. “Tell me more of this girl.”

“She had Jon quivering in his boots for the sake of 62 men,” Davos chortled into his drink before Daenerys smirked at Jon to happily seeing him now blushing as a teased maid under her eyes.

That’s better.

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PLEASE leave a comment and some hearts! and here’s part three! i hope you guy continue to enjoy this! i know i’m loving writing it all! i come on to see all the great gifs and discussions for jonerys and it so easily inspires me to keep writing! the prompts have been ABSOLUTELY amazing so far. honestly the best gas for this jonerys fire!!! haha

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ALSO,  i would like to offer up my keyboard and writing utensils to the cause of JONERYS! i’d love to do some more writing for this beautiful ship! please send me prompts/ideas if you have any! this ship needs more FANFICS! i’m both book and show FRIENDLY! seeing as how i’m caught up on both. lol

i’d also love to just CHAT about these two. im absolutely OBSESSED with them right now! i keep checking the tags constantly! haha. my one big got friend is a j***a shipper, which I don’t mind but jonerys has my heart right now. haha

[mumbleybummie-blog]

Seeing is Believing (M)

Im Jaebum [JB] x Reader / Park Jinyoung x Reader 

Word Count: 8,845

Genre: Smut [DaddyDom/Submissive Relationship / Slight BDSM / Light Breath Play / Spanking]

You were pressed back against the mound of pillows at the top of your bed. Legs spread wide while your hands were in between them. A dildo was in your right hand pumping in and out of your wet core while the other was holding a bullet vibrator to your clit. Your head back was thrown back in absolute pleasure. Your breaths came in shallow bursts. Your legs were trembling and your toes curled as your orgasm approached.

“Oh my god,” you moaned as your movements hastened.

Then you were cumming. Noises poured out of you uncontrollably. Your essence coated the dildo and your fingers, dripping out of you leaving a wet patch on the blanket. Your back arched away from the bed, and your toes dug deeper into the mattress.

Your orgasm continued to rock through you for a few more moments before you got too sensitive. You pulled the dildo from you and removed the vibrator from your clit, shutting it off before discarding it on the bed. Your body was limp, worn out from the blissful masturbation session you just had.

Your eyes were just about to close when you heard the bedroom door open. You eyes widened, the house was supposed to be empty with Jaebum off in Japan. However, as your gaze shifted to the doorway there was no intruder, but this was possibly worse. Instead in the doorway stood Jaebum. He was dressed in his signature sweats and bucket hat combo; he clearly just returned from the airport. The scowl on his face was a clear indication that he was not pleased.

He slowly walked into the room, his gaze never leaving you, and placed his bags at the foot of the bed.

“What were you doing in here, Y/N?” he asked; his voice icy and his jaw taut.

“Nothing. What are you doing home so early?” you asked: trying to divert the attention away from you.

“I asked you a question. You are to answer that question.”

You continued to be silent as you stared at Jaebum, challenging him. When he realized that you were not going to be answering his question any time soon he approached you.

“Sit up,” he commanded. You did not move.

“Y/N, I swear to god. Sit up now, or your punishment is going to be a thousand times worse than the one you experienced last time.”

The seriousness in his tone, the certainty in his eyes, and the remembrance of last time forced your body up in the sitting position. You turned to face him and crossed your legs. Once you were sitting up, Jaebum stepped closer to the bed and grabbed hold of your neck. His fingers wrapped themselves tightly around your neck, limiting the air flow. Gripping your hair, Jaebum yanked your head back to look at him.

“I am going to ask you one more time. What were you doing in here?”

While you were sitting there, air supply diminishing, you thought it would be best to fess up to your wrong doings.

As you opened your mouth to speak, Jaebum lessened his grip on your throat, “I was touching myself when I did not have permission to, and I also came when I did not have permission to.”

Jaebum cocked an eyebrow, “Anything else to add?”

“I am sorry Daddy. I promise to never do it again,” you tried.

Jaebum chuckled, “You are a brat. As simple as that. So, you are bound to do it again.”

With your confession Jaebum released his hold on you, “Clean yourself up and then meet me in the living room,” dismissing you from the conversation.

You scooted off of the bed and walked into the en suite bathroom. While you waited for the water to heat up you quickly brushed your teeth, wanting to be as perfect as you could be for Jaebum. Once you were underneath the spray of the shower you made sure every bit of evidence of your previous activity was removed from your body before heading out of the shower. You speedily dried yourself off, and paddled back into the bedroom which was now empty. The toys that were discarded on the bed were no longer there. Jaebum must have picked them up after you disappeared into the bathroom. After you were completely dry, being sure to moisturize, you slipped on a pair of underwear and one of Jaebum’s shirts that fit loosely on you. You did not want to keep Jaebum waiting any longer than necessary. Especially since he did not punish you. You needed to stay on his good side. Finished, you exited the bedroom into the hallway and made your way to the living room. As you rounded the corner you instantly spotted Jaebum seated on the couch, but as you eyes took in the room in its entirety Jaebum was not alone. In a lone seat, across from the couch, sat Jinyoung. You stopped in your tracks as you made eye contact with Jinyoung. Obviously confused by his presence and embarrassed by your lack of clothing.

“Y/N, come here,” Jaebum called out, seeing your hesitation.

Not wanting to upset him anymore than you did, you rushed over to Jaebum’s place.

Once you were comfortably sat next to him you whispered, “Why is Jinyoung here? And why didn’t you tell me?”

Jaebum snickered at your befuddlement while looking back and forth between Jinyoung and you.

“Well, baby, when we came back early Jinyoung and I decided to come back here to discuss this new song that we are working on,” Jaebum paused, and then it hit you. You gasped, your eyes flicked over to where Jinyoung sat. Nothing but mirth and a hint of something else resided in his gaze. His classic smirk played at his lips.

“No,” you whispered, pressing your face into Jaebum’s chest.

“Yes, Baby. Jinyoung here heard every little noise that came from that naughty mouth of yours. We were both in quite a shock when we heard those noises. Especially when we realized it was coming from our bedroom, and more importantly your mouth.”

The only thing that you could do was groan and try to bury yourself deeper into Jaebum’s chest. You could not believe that you were so reckless. If you had only followed Jaebum’s rules.

“Now Baby that is no way to act in front our guest,” Jaebum chortled in amusement, grabbing your hair and pulling your head from his chest.

“If you were not breaking the rules Daddy has set out for you then all this embarrassment would have never happened. What are the rules you broke? Tell Jinyoung,” Jaebum prompted.

“Daddy, do I have to?” you whined, hoping that Jaebum would, for some reason, grant you mercy.

“Yes, you do. Turn to him and tell him what rules you broke Baby. And do not make me repeat myself. You know Daddy does not like it.”

Shyly, and a bit reluctantly, you turned your body in the direction of Jinyoung, who continued to sit there with a pleased smirk on his face. He was acting as if he was getting an abundant amount of joy out of watching your interaction with Jaebum. You cleared your throat before you spoke, “The rules that I broke are: no touching myself unless I get direct permission from Daddy, and I am not allowed to cum unless told to by Daddy.”

As the words softly tumbled out of your mouth, you resisted the urge to break eye contact with Jinyoung. His facial expression grew more as you spoke, and a mischievous glint appeared in his gaze. With the way he was staring at you, and your increasing mortification, you wanted to return to your bedroom and hide underneath the covers.

Then Jinyoung spoke for the first time since you walked from the bedroom, “Why did you break those rules?” He simply asked. That smirk never leaving his face.

You were shocked that he had the audacity to ask you such a question. You shot a quick glance towards Jaebum who was completely relaxed next to you.

“Go ahead answer him,” he prompted.

So, you turned back to Jinyoung, “Umm… I just missed Jaebum, Daddy, so much and I wanted for him to touch me so badly. But, he wasn’t here so I just did it myself, thinking of him the entire time.”

The entirety of you face was afire. Humiliation and embarrassment coursed through your veins. You could not believe that you were sitting here next to the man you love, telling his best friend about how you masturbated to the thought of your Daddy. Plus, being so casual about the sexual side of your relationship was not something that you did. It was notably something that Jaebum steered away from, but here he was prompting you to reveal all to Jinyoung.

“Ah, seems like a perfectly good reason to break the rules if you ask me,” Jinyoung stated, sarcasm evident in his tone.

You bowed your head, no longer able to meet either of their eyes any longer.

“Pick your head up,” Jaebum directed.

You did as your were told, and turned to look up at Jaebum. His face was serious, but still open and gentle.

“You are going to be punished Baby. Not only for breaking the rules, but also allowing another man to hear those secret sounds that are only for my ears. So, I have already discussed this with Jinyoung, and he has agreed to it. I am going to propose your punishment to you, and if you don’t feel comfortable with it I will punish you a different way. Okay?”

“Yes, Daddy. I understand.”

“Good. See Jinyoung here is a very dominant man, and I was thinking that he would get the honor of punishing you with the way he sees fit. Is that okay with you? You know your safe word if anything gets too much, or you want to stop at any point.”

As Jaebum talked you couldn’t help but look over at Jinyoung who sat there as calm as ever. However, there was something clearly brewing beneath the surface. Something that made you a bit wary. An air of dominance radiated from him, and to be completely honest you were always attracted to Jinyoung. He had this pull that was undeniable. Even though you were happily with Jaebum; you could not stop the dirty thoughts that floated through your mind every once in a while.

So with conviction you said, “Okay Daddy, if it is good with you it is good with me.”

Jaebum looked at you for a few more seconds just to be sure that you were not going to change your mind, but you weren’t going to go back on your word. You were intrigued by what Jinyoung would do to you.

“Before we start: what is your safe word?” Jaebum asked.

“Panda,” you answered immediately.

“And what is your word to use if you need us to slow down?”

“Kola.”

“Good girl, now we can start,” the excitement was clear in Jaebum’s voice, “Baby, do you remember these?”

As Jaebum spoke he pulled out the same dildo and vibrator from the shelf on the side table. Obviously he took them when you went to clean yourself up. You nodded your head.

“Use your words,” he warned.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“How about you show Jinyoung what you were doing with them since he was only able to hear you,” the amusement on Jaebum’s face was vast.

With all the courage you could muster up, you grabbed the toys from Jaebum’s hands. You gave a final glance in his direction being sure that he was still absolutely positive he wanted you to go through with this. He nodded his head and nudged you to go ahead. With that final confirmation you turned your attention to Jinyoung who continued to rest comfortably in his chair. You wanted to put on a show. You wanted them to see that you were not cowering under their gaze, but rather feeding off of it.

The eye contact between the two of you did not break as you slowly brought the dildo up to your mouth placing it against your parted lips. You ran the tip along your moistened lips, rubbing it back and forth and every so often darting your tongue out to give it a small lick. Then with a finishing lick along the shaft you pushed the toy between your lips, thrusting it in as far as it would go, the tip resting just at the back. Jinyoung looked at you with a slight impressed expression. When you got his minuscule sign of approval you decided to show him what you could really do. You slowly brought the dildo back out of your mouth, just leaving the head. You swirled your tongue lewdly around the head of the toy before slipping it back in. Forcing it even farther than before being sure to gag on the intrusion. Jinyoung’s tongue flick out to moisten his lips.

“Mmm,” you moaned around the silicone. You saw Jinyoung twitch in his seat, as if he was trying to restrain himself from reaching out to you.

You allowed for the dildo to fall from your mouth with a pop, and spit ran down your chin. With a quick smug look for Jinyoung, you pulled the loose t-shirt over your head revealing your naked chest.

“Beautiful,” you heard Jinyoung whisper.

“You haven’t seen the best part,” you taunted as you played with the hem of your panties.

Jinyoung sent a glare your way before returning his focus back to your hands. When you were certain that you had his full attention you gradually began to pull down your underwear, bit by bit, till they fell to the ground. You sank back into the couch, getting more comfortable. Then you opened your legs showing of your moistened folds to Jaebum and Jinyoung.

Your hands trailed along the sides of your body, stopping to fondle your breast but not spending too much time there. You were more eager to get to the main event. So, with your fingers right on the edge, you widen your legs even more, throwing your left leg over Jaebum’s lap. Which, he immediately gripped in his hands; his fingers digging into your flesh. You flashed Jaebum a private grin before allowing your fingers to gently part your folds, revealing how absolutely turned on you were. You could feel your wetness drip out of you; positive that you were leaking on to the sofa. But, that was the least of your concerns.

Desperation ruled your movements, so you kept the preparation a minimum since you had the dildo in you not too long ago. So, you with a couple of pumps of your fingers within your heat, you picked the toy back up from its place next to you. You began to drive it into you slowly, being sure to keep an eye on Jinyoung as you did so. Though you watched his face. His gaze never shifted from the dildo entering you. It was as if he was entranced by your actions.

“Oh my—,” you moaned, throwing your head back.

The dildo disappeared almost completely inside of you, only the base remaining, before you pulled in all the way back out just to slam it back in.

“Fuck,” you whined as you began to pick up the speed.

It was not before long that you pick up the deserted vibrator next to you. You firmly grasped it in your trembling hands and switched it on. The buzzing soon combined with the heavy breathing in the room. And then you placed it on your clit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” you chanted as your hips began to buck up in pleasure.

The instant the vibrator hit your clit you were tired of all of the teasing. You needed your release. If there was one thing you did not have a lot of it was patience. So, with a flick of your thumb you turned the intensity up to the highest setting, and began to pump the dildo in and out of you at a faster rate. The squelching of your wetness reverberated around the room. Almost instantaneously were you at the edge. Your breathing turned into panting and your body pushed away from the sofa.

“I am going to cum,” you warned as you clenched around the toy.

“Stop,” you heard from across the room, “remove the toys from your body.”

Once you heard the command from Jinyoung you immediately stopped your actions. Your instinct to follow rules kicked in. No matter how much you wanted to continued till you came. You pulled the toys from your heat and threw them to side, glaring at Jinyoung as you did so. You humphed, slumping down into the couch, in order to show your discontent.

“Why did you make me stop,” you challenged, staring Jinyoung down, arms crossed.

“Princess, you are not cumming until I tell you to,” he chortled.

You turned to look at Jaebum for the first time since you started. His eyes were glazed over in a lustful haze obviously turned on by the close up he got, and you could feel his erection pressed into your leg that still rested on his lap.

“Daddy,” you pouted, “tell him that it is not fair.”

Jaebum opened his mouth to answer, but Jinyoung beat him to it, “Your Daddy is not going to save you Princess. Do not defy my word or you will regret it.”

You gulped as Jinyoung spoke to you. His demeanor was utterly too calm for your liking. You were used to Jaebum’s more emotional approach to things. Jinyoung’s calmness was a bit unnerving.

“Do you understand?” Jinyoung smiled.

“Yes—,” you began but not too sure how to finish.

“You can call me Sir,” he provided for you.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Now come over here,” he directed as he sat back in the chair.

You snapped your eyes to Jaebum, who nodded for you to go on, before getting up from your position next to him. As you strolled over to Jinyoung you kept your eyes firmly glued to the ground. A few steps and your planted in front of him. It was then you raised your gaze to meet his. He smiled at you reassuringly.

“You ready?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good,” then he reached out his hand to touch you. You have fantasized about the moments dozens of times and it was finally happening.

His hand landed firmly on your waist and he yanked you forward so you fell into his lap. Your legs stretched to straddle his and your wet core pressed against his groin. Your breasts were at height level with his mouth, which he took full advantage of. While his arms were wrapped around your middle, Jinyoung tantalizingly slow began to licked his way around your breasts. His tongue barely touching your skin; slowly swirling, getting closer and closer to your nipple. You grabbed onto the back of his neck attempting to push him closer to your desired destination. However, Jinyoung picked up on what you were doing, and immediately pulled back.

He flashed you a stern look, “Don’t be naughty Princess,” he chuckled and then returned to your chest.

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” you said, playing dumb.

Jinyoung just shook his head before clamping down on your nipples with great force, drawing a high whine from your throat. He began biting and sucking at the hardening buds. Bring you both pain and pleasure. Your fingers tangled in his dark locks as he continued his assault on your chest. And then he was gone. You leaned back to look at his face, a quizzical expression on your face.

“Don’t look so surprised. This is supposed to be a punishment. Get off my lap,” Jinyoung instructed.

You dismounted from you position on his lap returning to the place you were formerly standing at.

“Now Y/N, you are being punished for touching yourself when Jaebum did not give you permission and having an orgasm when you were not told to do so by Jaebum and also allowing me to hear those secret noises that are only for Jaebum. Do you understand that?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Now we can get started,” Jinyoung stated as he rubbed his hands on his jeans.

“You are going to get ten spanks for every rule broken. I want you to say thank you for every single one. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

With your confirmation Jinyoung pulled you forward so you were laid over his lap. Your legs hung off the side of the chair, and your head rested comfortably on the side of his thigh. From your position Jaebum was directly in your line of sight. He had been so quiet, and you had been so wrapped up in Jinyoung you almost forgot that he was there. As you looked at him his eyes made contact with yours. His eyes were ablaze. He looked as though he wanted to stop whatever was happening, but was enjoying it too much to make it stop. His body was tense with lust. You knew he wanted to reach out and do with you as he pleased, but he had to sit there and watch Jinyoung punish and pleasure you. This was his idea anyway.

“Ready Princess?” Jinyoung asked you, effectively bringing your attention back to him.

“Yes, Sir, I am ready,” you answered.

Jinyoung’s hands ran along your cheeks pulling and kneading at the flesh there, and then he lifted one of his hands and swatted it down with great force. The sound ricocheted off the walls and the force propelled your body forward.

“Thank you Sir,” you moaned.

The next few spanks came in quick succession leaving you just enough time to state your appreciation before the next one landed. As Jinyoung punished you, your eyes never left Jaebum’s. His pouty mouth was parted as quick, short breaths came out. His hands were curled into fists on his thighs. You wanted to be able to go over and attend to his every need. But, right now you were Jinyoung’s and only Jinyoung’s.

Jinyoung landed another hit to your backside, grabbing at your flesh after.

“Thank you Sir,” you swiftly responded.

“You are doing so good Princess. You are about half way done,” Jinyoung praised you as he ran his fingers through your hair.

Then he smack down again with more force this time.

“Thank you Sir.”

By this time you were on the fringe. You were sure that your juices were running down onto Jinyoung’s thigh. You pert nipples rubbed roughly against the fabric of his jeans with every press of his hand. Your mouth hung open as moans seemed to continue with no end. The only interruption was the “thank you”s you were forced to give out. You were certain at the end of the spanking your backside was going to be a nice shade of red. Jinyoung was not going easy on you at all. This was a punishment after all.

A handful of more spanks came your way. Your eyes squeezed shut every time you were hit. It was becoming increasingly more painful, and that is when the tears began to flow. The pain began to overpower the pleasure. Jaebum shot you a worried glance. It was not the first time he was witnessing you crying during a punishment, but it was the first time he was not the source of it.

“This is the last one Princess,” Jinyoung informed you before swatting down with the most amount of force he used all night.

“Thank you Sir,” you cried out.

After all the spankings were given out Jinyoung gently massaged your cheeks attempting to relieve some of the pain. Your breathing slowly returned to normal, and your heart quit pounding against your ribcage. A couple of quiet, tender moments passed before Jinyoung was pulling you back to a standing position, and then so you were straddling his lap once again.

“You did such a good job. I am proud of you,” he praised.

If there was one thing that you loved hearing was words of praise. From literally anybody. His words brought an instant smile to your tear stained cheeks. All the spanking was worth it due to those few words.

“Aigoo, why are you crying?” he asked, in a slightly condescending tone, as he wiped the tears from your face.

“It was a lot to take in Sir, but don’t worry about me I am fine,” you reassured him.

“Are you positive you are okay? If you are not let me know,” he asked concerned about possibly taking it too far with you.

“I have safe words for a reason,” you sassed, “I am fine.”

“Okay brat, there is no need for the attitude,” he stated sternly, but you could tell that he found your antics amusing.

As you smiled down at him, Jinyoung stared up at you. A look of wonderment lingered in his eyes.

“You have one special girl here Jaebum,” Jinyoung said to your significant other as his fingers ran across your cheek.

“Yeah I know I do,” Jaebum replied. You did not need to look to know that his face was cloaked in love and admiration, you could hear it in his voice.

As your attention was once again returned to Jinyoung he pulled your neck down forcing you to be face to face with him. The tip of his nose brushed against yours. You could feel his breath fan across your lips. You stayed frozen like this for a couple of seconds, drinking in one another’s presence, before Jinyoung finally closed the distance between the both of you. His lips landed against your as calm as his persona was. He was in no rush, but you could tell he was completely dominant of the kiss and you were at his will. Your bottom lip was caught between his. He took the opportunity to gently bite at it causing you to open your mouth in shock, which he took advantage of. He quickly, but not sloppily, forced his tongue to meet yours. It was from then that they kiss turned from something soft and delicate to something more forceful and passionate. He pressed his lips harder against yours and his tongue fought against yours. You grabbled at the back of his neck for support. Jinyoung had one hand on your waist to stabilize you and the other was cradling your face. This went on for a couple of more minutes both of you getting more and more worked up by each other’s teasing. Biting and licking from both sides. As it went on you began grinding down against his erection. Coating his groin area with your slick.

“Mmm,” you moaned into the kiss.

Your grinding got faster, and Jinyoung jerked up to meet your every movement. Everything was so pleasurable.

“Umm. I am right here,” your heard Jaebum break through your lust filled haze.

Jinyoung slowly released your lips from his and leaned back from your body, as much as he could in the position you were in. Once freed you turned to look over your shoulder at Jaebum. He was still sitting in the same place on the couch, but from his body language you could tell that he was miffed.

“What?” you asked, “Are you sad you are being neglected?”

“Don’t be a brat, Y/N,” Jaebum warned, his eyes turning into slits, “I don’t take well to brattiness, and I believe I gave Jinyoung the permission to punish you. Not fuck you.”

“But Daddy, I was just punished and now I want my reward,” you grouched, turning in Jinyoung’s lap so you were facing Jaebum.

“I can give you the reward that you believe you get,” Jaebum argued back.

“But, Jinyoung punished me and he should be the one to give me the reward.”

“Y/N, that is not what we agreed upon.”

“Please just this once. I won’t ask for anything ever again,” you bargained with him.

Jaebum fell into silence. You could tell that he was thinking about it. Jaebum likes to act as if he is some tough guy, but he his a complete sap when it comes to you. You could get practically anything out of him if you beg enough. And you wanted Jinyoung to fuck you. It was Jaebum’s brilliant plan to punish you, so you were going to get fucked by Jinyoung one way or another.

“Please Daddy. I will do anything for you. Please. Please. Please,” you begged with your hands pressed together.

Jaebum looked at you. His resolve was softening.

“Please.”

“Anything?”

“Yes, Daddy, anything.”

About a minute passed before he finally said, “Fine, but I a going to hold you to it.”

“Thank you Daddy,” flashing him one of his favorite smiles.

With the permission from Jaebum granted you turned your attention back to Jinyoung. You leaned back against his chest. Jinyoung’s hands moved from the top of your thighs and began to run up your sides. He slowly trailed his hand up your hips, stopping to give them a light squeeze before continuing their adventure past your waist till they reached their destination. They stopped right at your chest. Jinyoung ghosted over your breasts being sure to catch your nipples every once in a while. He was teasing you, something he clearly loved and something that you absolutely loathed. You attempted to press your chest deeper into his hands chasing the pleasure. Jinyoung gave a harsh pinch to your nipples, pulling them taut, “Behave,” he warned.

You groaned due to the intense mixture of pleasure and pain. Jinyoung swiftly released your nipples from his grasp causing you to gasp as the blood returned to the area. Jinyoung then proceeded to trail his hands back down the same path. Traveling agonizingly slow. However, there was nothing you could do about it. Jinyoung was in total control. Once his hands were back on your thighs he began to swirl his fingers around. Getting closer and closer to your core with each circle. And as he teased you your legs began to widen bit by bit. You wanted him to touch you. After what seemed like forever Jinyoung finally brushed his pointer finger over your moistened folds, catching your wetness that leaked out. He then lifted that finger up to his mouth, you watching as best you could, and sucked your wetness off of his finger. He shot a smirk your way, “Delicious,” he said casually. You were getting more turned on watching him.

His hand teasingly slow returned to its place between your thighs.

“Open your legs,” he commanded.

You did not wait to follow what he said. Once the words left his mouth you stretched out your legs so they were hanging over the armrests, and reclined against Jinyoung’s muscular chest. Jinyoung proceeded to run his finger up and down your lips being sure to catch your clit every once in a while; your body jerked every time he did so. But, he never did it for long enough or with enough pressure to bring you any great amount of pleasure.

“Please,” you moaned out completely frustrated by his teasing.

“Please what?” he chuckled, “What do you want Princess?”

“I want to cum,” you responded your breath airy.

“Now I don’t think you deserve that quite yet,” Jinyoung taunted.

You groaned in frustration. You began moving your hips back and forth hoping to persuade him to place his hands where you want them.

“Now Princess, don’t make me punish you again,” he warned, “I make the decisions here.”

However, Jinyoung decided to waste no more time. He brushed his fingers up and down before he slipped one finger into your core and then quickly added a second one. He slowly began pushing them in and out. Your head fell back onto his shoulder. Your breath began to pick up. Jinyoung would push his fingers as far they would go a then separate them as far as he could. Pleasuring you while stretching you out. Then he crooked his fingers and pressed them upwards with great force, hoping to catch your g-spot. It took a couple of tries but eventually he found you spot. You yelled out in euphoria the moment that he did. Utter bliss shot through your body.

You felt Jinyoung’s lips against your ear as he played with you. His teeth nipped at your earlobe, “You think you can take three?” he asked.

You nodded your head enthusiastically. So, with your approval Jinyoung added a third finger into your heat.

“Fuck me,” you moaned out.

“Believe me. I will,” Jinyoung teased, biting at your earlobe.

As he work is fingers in and out of you, he brought his other hand from your waist to join in between your thighs. He trailed his fingers across your mound before slipping them against your swollen clit. You moan with the attention finally to the place you wanted it most. Fingering was great and all, but when clit play came it was all over for you. Jinyoung seemed to catch onto this, and he was doubtlessly a tease. So, he would quicken up his fingers on your clit, but then completely stop fingering you, and then did the opposite. Giving you the gift of pleasure that came with a great deal of irritation. You were ready to for your orgasm, but you knew with Jinyoung in control it was not going to be for a while. You did not have the patience for his games. So, you turned to pleading. Hoping that it would get what you wanted faster.

“Please Sir, I want to cum,” you begged against his ear.

“Is that what you really want?” he asked, his face tucked into the crook of your neck.

As you were about to answer, Jinyoung softly bit at your neck causing a moan to replace your answer.

“What was that? I could not understand you,” he snarked.

“I want—,” you began, but in the middle of your reply Jinyoung slapped his hand against your clit. Immediately cutting off all connection to your brain. Your body jerked in reaction and you gasped in shock, “Fuck,” you whispered.

“Are you ever going to answer my question?”

“Sir, I want—,” another slap to your clit. Your back arched from Jinyoung’s body and your legs spasmed.

“I am sorry. I am having a hard time understanding you,” he chuckled; clearly getting entertainment from messing with you.

“Fuck you,” you spat.

You were frustrated and horny. You did not have time for his teasing. However, swearing at Jinyoung was probably not the best idea. After the word left your mouth Jinyoung ripped his hands from your body. Leaving you dry and aching for more.

“Why did you—,” you began, but Jinyoung shoved the fingers that previously were in your core into your mouth. You could taste the salty yet addictively sweet taste of yourself on his fingers. Then with his other hand he forced you to turn around and look at him. You knew from his gaze that you had messed up. His eyes had hardened. His lips were set in a straight line, and his eyebrows slanted in obvious discontent. With his fingers still in your mouth, he grabbed hold of your jaw with his free hand.

“Do not ever swear at me again,” he demanded, pressing his fingers deeper into your mouth, “Do you understand that?”

You nodded your head while in his tight grasp.

“Good. Now on your knees.”

Then with one final look into Jinyoung’s eyes, you climbed from his lap and took a kneeling position in front of the chair. Jinyoung told for his seated position. His presence was overwhelming from below him. You kept you eyes trained; waiting for the next set of directions from him. You could hear him rustle around before hearing the clink of metal and the sound of a zipper.

“Y/N, look up,” and you did as you were told. Slowly, your eyes traveled up his denim clad legs till they landed on his now undone pants. There stood his lengthy and veiny erection out of the top of his jeans. His belt was undone, and his underwear were pushed underneath his balls. He simply gave himself enough room to get his member out. Obviously too eager to fully undress.

“Open your mouth,” he demanded.

You were salivating at the thought of being able to wrap your lips around his cock. You immediately opened your mouth for him. He gripped onto the base as he eased it into your open and waiting mouth.

“There you go,” he whispered.

Once his hand was out of the way, you began to have your way with him. You decided that he needed to experience just a portion of the teasing he has done to you. You pulled back leaving only the head of his cock in your mouth. You suckled at the tip with the gentlest licks and tugs your could manage, being sure to tongue at his slit once in a while. You could taste the bitter taste of his precum on your tongue. It was enticing. You craved more of him, but you had to proceed leisurely. It was your time to tease. You had a smidgen of control, and you were going to use it to the fullest. It was this point your hands joined you in the task. You began to lightly run your nails along his shaft. Barely grazing the skin, but providing enough pressure to cause a reaction.

“Shit,” he murmured underneath his breath.

A smirk tugged at your lips. You loved being able cause him such pleasure. Gradually you began to feed more and more of him into you, but at a pace that was achingly slow. For the both of you. You were desperate for him to take control and fuck your face till tears and spit covered your face. But, you wanted to play with him a bit more. Soon enough you were at the base of his cock. Your nose pressed into his pelvic bone, brushing against the coarse hair that grew there. The heady scent of Jinyoung was everywhere and unescapable. Before getting too attached you pulled back once again being sure to only leave the tip in. You continued this for a couple of more times before Jinyoung caught on to your little game.

The last time you did it Jinyoung groaned out in obvious frustration. Levity danced in your eyes and you smiled around his cock. Your expression gave everything away.

“You think this is funny, don’t you?” Jinyoung asked.

You attempted to shake your head in response to you.

“Well, I will show you funny.”

Jinyoung then grabbed onto the back of your head, hands gripping your hair, and began to thrust into your mouth. The only thing you could was sit there and take it.  His dick constantly hit the back of your throat causing you to gag, which seemed to spur him on even more. Spit began to run down your chin as he pounded harder and harder into you.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

As he continued, his breathing began to change. His breath was coming in shallow pants and his fingers tightened in your hair. You swallowed around his hardened member. Moaning as he continued fucking your face; hoping that the vibrations would cause hime to lose that last bit of control that he had. You could tell he was about to cum, and you were hungry to taste his cum. However, he pulled out of your mouth at the very last moment; a string of spit connecting your mouth and his cock. Jinyoung then yanked you up by your hair forcing you to be face to face with him.

“You are going to cum on my cock and I am going to cum in you,” he stated clearly.

“Yes, Sir,” you answered back breathlessly.

Jinyoung spontaneously picked you up, on instinct you wrapped you arms around his neck and your legs circled around his waist. He walked you over to the dining room table that was open to the living room. Jinyoung carefully set you down before heading over to his bag that was by the front door. With a free moment you glanced over to Jaebum. Fondness took over his face; lust hiding beneath. He was staring at you as if you were the most wonderful things he has ever seen, and not like he was going to watch his best friend fuck you on the dining table. You shot him a quick smile, which he returned instantly.

“I love you,” you mouthed.

“I love you too,” he responded.

Then Jinyoung was cutting into your vision; he was standing in front of you with a condom in his hand.

“Lay down,” he ordered.

“Don’t break the table,” Jaebum warned from the sofa as you laid back.

Jinyoung simple chuckled before tearing open the condom and rolling it onto his erection.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir,” you answered.

Jinyoung grabbed your legs and tugged you forward so your butt was at the edge of the table. He slowly guided his member into you opening you up even more as he went in. You began panting as soon as he was fully inside of you. You were desperate for more. You began to swivel your hip against his, hoping to persuade him to give you more. You needed more, and you needed him to give it to you that second. Or, you felt as though you were going to combust. However, Jinyoung stopped you promptly by placing is hand your hip to cease your movements.

He clocked his head to the side, smile playing at his lips, and crinkles formed at the corner of his eyes, “Did you not learn anything?”

Jinyoung slowly pulled back out of you before slamming back in. He repeated this for a dozen times, giving you just a taste. Slowly pulling out before completely burying himself inside of you. Your body jolted with every thrust. The moans coming from your mouth quickened. Sweat began to glisten on your skin. Jinyoung was torture. As he played with you; you began to clench around his cock. Causing him to halt his thrust midway. A groan escaped from his parted lips, and his eyes closed. You wanted to push him to the edge. You wanted him to end the teasing and just fuck you.

“Please just fuck me,” you begged, “I want to cum around you cock. Please let me cum.”

Surprisingly, Jinyoung seemed to give into your wishes and began pumping in and out of you at a faster rate. He threw your legs over his shoulder and leaned down so your chests were pressed together; driving his cock deeper into you. As the assault continued all you could do was find purchase on his shoulders. Your nails digging into the skin there, which was sure to leave red marks. The thought of your imprints on his skin was extremely appealing to you. You wanted him to be marked up by you. You craved it. It meant even when this night was over he would still have you on his skin. With a turn of your head you were tucked into the crook of his neck. You had a wide expanse of skin to play with. You let your mouth loose. Biting and sucking at anything that you could get ahold of. You wanted everyone to know that he was with someone even if nobody would know it was you. The thought of him getting all embarrassed that his neck was covered in bruises spurred you on.

“Stop giving me hickeys,” he muttered attempting to pull back from you, “I have TV appearances to do.”

However, that did nothing to deter you. You continued marking up any skin you wanted. Once Jinyoung realized that you were not going to listen to what he had to say he pulled back, pushing your legs from his shoulders, which you instantaneously wrapped around his waist. Jinyoung gave you a harsh look before grabbing your wrists and pinning to the wood above you.

“I should have known you enjoyed playing games by now,” he chuckled to himself.

Then he snapped his hips against yours. A moan burst from your lips. And then he did it again, and again. Just one thrust up into you, and a long drag back out of you. Carrying on the little trick he pulled on you earlier. Not giving you anything but a teasing amount of pleasure. He was the true definition of a tease, and it was driving you crazy. But, you knew if you wanted to cum you were going to have to follow the rules that Jinyoung has for you. Right now that meant being a good girl and taking what he was giving you.

He continued the little teasing game for a little while longer. You could tell that he was getting antsy. He lost his rhythm, and began thrusting into you at a faster rate. Not quite taking the time to pull out of you. He wanted to teach you a lesson, but he also wanted to cum. After a bit of back and forth, which was played out on his face, you could tell the moment he gave up and decided to just let you have it. Jinyoung released the hold he had on your wrists and grasped your legs in his hands. He gave you a cocky glance and asked, “Are you ready?”

You nodded your head. Then Jinyoung let you fully have it. He began pounding into rapidly. The sound of your bodies coming together traveled around the room. You attempted to meet him every thrust, chasing your own orgasm, but it was difficult to keep up with his tempo. He was making you wild. Sweat began to bead at on his forehead and his temples, and his chest turned a nice shade of pink. Pants and moans continuously poured from you while your hand flailed around trying to find anything to grab onto. Eventually your hands settled on your breasts, which had been neglected since Jinyoung stopped playing with them. You pulled and pinched at your nipples. Pain joined the euphoria that was taking place.

“Oh my—,” you began but was cut of with a thrust by Jinyoung. Your eyes rolled back and a strangled cry tore from your throat.

“Please let me cum,” you bargained. You were desperate. You needed to cum. It is was resting in Jinyoung’s hands.

Jinyoung threw you one of his signature smiles before picking up his pace even more. He dropped one of your legs in order to rub your clit. The teasing had come to an end. He was purposeful with his actions. Jinyoung made sure to match his thrusts with his hand. You writhed back and forth on the table. You back arched away from the wood. Your legs began to quiver and your toes buckled. Your orgasm was coming and you knew that you were not going to be able to stop it if Jinyoung did not give you permission.

“Sir, can I cum?” you asked in complete desperation, your voice strained.

“Mmm. I am not sure,” Jinyoung said, still teasing.

“Jinyoung please let me cum,” you begged, using his name for the first time during all of this.

With a groan he fucked into you with wild abandonment and rubbed your clit with great vigor. All you could do was moan as he gave you everything.

“Y/N. Cum,” Jinyoung ordered.

You yelled as soon as your orgasm hit. Your cum squirted all over Jinyoung’s abdomen. Soaking him in your juices while mixing with the sweat on his skin. Your body convulsed with pleasure. Your body rocked up and was thrown back down as your orgasm spread through your body. Your mouth was ripped open with silent screams. Noise absent from your moans.

“Fuck,” you swore. Everything was beginning to become too much. Your orgasm continuing to rip through your body.

“I am going to cum,” Jinyoung declared. He speed up his thrust and with a grunt was spilling into the condom. His eyes screwed shot, and the veins on his neck protruded from beneath the skin. His whole body was flush. His body jolted as each wave of his orgasm washed over him. His hips continuing to snap against yours. Then with a final pulse and groan Jinyoung removed himself from your body; only rest against your chest.

He looked intently into your eyes. Deep satisfaction resonated in them. Jinyoung reached up to cradle your cheek in his palm. With a brief glance at your mouth; Jinyoung bowed down to press his lips to yours. It was an innocent kiss; filled with affection. A complete contradiction to what was taking place just moment ago. He pulled back only a fraction and whispered, “Thank you.”

You grinned, and immediately pulled his mouth back to yours. His lips enveloped yours. He bit your lip causing you to smile against his lips. You opening your mouth for a second allowed Jinyoung to slip his tongue in. A small moan came from you. Your hands found their way tangled in his hair once again. Then you heard someone clear their throat. The both of you pulled away from each other. You glanced over Jinyoung’s should to see Jaebum standing there with his arms folded. Jinyoung gave you a quick peck before backing away from you completely, but not before offering his hand to you to help you up. You swayed a bit once your feet hit the floor. Everything was finally hitting you. Jaebum and Jinyoung both reached out to steady you, but Jaebum’s hands got to you first. It had been a while since you were able to touch the man that you loved. You instantly cuddled into his side; burying yourself into the hoodie that he was still wearing. Jaebum immediately pressing his lips against your forehead. From your position you could see Jinyoung gathering his clothes that were abandoned in the heat of lust. He began to put on piece by piece with his back turned away from the two of you. You watched remorsefully as he covered up his glorious body. However, you smirked as you saw the red lines that ran up his upper back. Proud that he was toting around a piece of you. Once he was fully dressed he turned back to you.

“Well, I should be going,” he said somewhat awkwardly, his hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“You don’t have to leave right away,” you offered, “we have a guest room that you can sleep in. I don’t want you leaving so late at night. It is not safe.”

Jinyoung beamed at your offer, “That is sweet of you, but I should be getting back to the dorms and check up on the others.”

“If you say so,” you responded still in Jaebum’s arms, dejected by his rejection.

Jinyoung chuckled, “I do say so.”

You pouted and was a bit upset that he turned down your invitation to stay. You wanted him in your presence for a bit longer even if that meant him sleeping in the room next to yours. Jinyoung saw your face and his expression softened. He walked over to you and Jaebum. Jinyoung shot a quick glance to Jaebum before leaning into to press his lips to yours again. The feeling was all consuming. Your eyes fluttered close at the pressure. And then he was gone.

“Thank you,” he said to Jaebum, which Jaebum only responded with a nod.

Jinyoung then walked to the front door and picked up his bags. He threw a smile at you once more and then was out the door. As soon as he was gone Jaebum turned you around in his arms so you were facing him.

“So, was it everything you every dreamed of?” he asked raising an eyebrow.

Blush came over your cheeks, “It was special. Thank you.”

“Anything for you. Now let’s get to bed,” Jaebum stated picking you up so you were snuggled against his chest. It was only a couple of steps to the bedroom, but you were already dozing off before you go to the bedroom.

As exhaustion began to take over your body you felt Jaebum clean up your spent body. Being careful not to hurt you, or disturb your semi-sleeping form. Once he was finished he cuddle up to you in bed. Folding you up in his arms, he pressed a kiss to your slack lips, and whispered, “Don’t forget that you owe me.”

It was after that reminder that you fully succumbed to sleep, pressed tightly against Jaebum’s chest.

A/N: It is finally done! Yay! I am excited for this one. So I hope everyone loves it as much as me! Let me know what you think of it. This is the longest fic I have written so I apologize for any mistakes. Also, I am thinking of doing a second part to this one that revolved more around Jaebum and his deal. If you would be interested in reading that let me know!! Lots of love! xx 

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Love And Laughter - Ruins

The large door slid gradually slid shut behind the squad with a loud bang. Their slow steps echoed throughout the dark hallway. The four of them walked side-by-side (Chara was an exception, however, sitting on Kirsty's shoulders mischievously), listening to the tiny sounds of itsy-bitsy spider feet pitter-pattering across the floor. It was so quiet that they could hear a pin drop without difficulty.

As they advanced down the dark corridors, they heard in the distance the very faint sound of bone to crockery. Chara flew off to follow the sound, filled with intrigue.

"Heh." said Sans, picking up on the distant noise. "I should probably tell you that since Toriel returned as queen, she didn't have enough time to constantly be here, waiting for another human to fall, so she needed a replacement. And who better than the captain of the Royal Guard? So my bro, Papyrus, has taken the job. And ever since, I've barely seen 'im at all." "But he loves it here." Frisk added. "Every time I've seen him here, he's always had a smile on his face! And even with all the weight of the standing around doing nothing, his job as a Royal Guard and everything else, like our Every Other Tuesday Meals together, he still manages to get Sans out of bed in the morning!" Kirsty let out a small giggle at that. "I know I wouldn't. Not even if he was nice to me - which he probably wouldn't be." Chara chortled, doing backflips in the air. Frisk pulled a face, which only made Chara laugh even more. "Yeah, my bro's pretty cool, huh?" Sans grinned. "Not." Chara added. "Uh huh." beamed Kirsty.

It didn't take long for the four - with Chara leading, though only Frisk knew - to travel through the violet cellar and up the stairs to the kitchen, where The Great Papyrus stood making yet another plate of spaghetti. "Oh! Hello, humans! Have you come to see how the spaghetti's going? I must admit, Lady Asgore's help certainly does make a big difference!" Papyrus beamed as the small group stepped into the kitchen. "Lady Asgore?" Kirsty questioned, curiously. "That's just what he calls Toriel, because she looks like her dead ex husband. Don't ask." Frisk explained, jumping up onto the counter beside the tall skeleton. "Ah. Sans. What are you doing? Slacking off work again?" Papyrus asked. "Actually, I'm doing my work right now." Sans protested, pulling a proud face. "And what's that?" "I'm showing this human around. She's new and needs to know where everything is." "Yeah! We're exploring!" Frisk grinned, throwing her arms in the air. "Well, if that's the case, carry on." Papyrus said. "I need to get back to my spaghetti." "Alright. We won't bother you then." Frisk smiled. "Buh-bye!" waved Kirsty.

"This is where I fell?" Kirsty asked, gazing up at the distant sun. The four of them stood on the golden flowerbed, after traversing the whole of the Ruins together. Sans glanced down and noticed the bloodstains from yesterday. "Uh... It probably is, 'cause I don't think this is my blood." Sans commented. "Frisk, is this blood yours?" "Nope." Frisk replied, shaking her head. "It's either that or you've been here with some ketchup." Kirsty looked down at the dry, red spillage. "Yeah, I think it's mine." she stated, monotonously.

"Whilst her body is in the Underground, her mind is clearly somewhere else." said Chara. "Definitely weird. Oh, what is it about her that’s so familiar?! Talk to her for me!” Frisk rolled her eyes at Chara, and stepped towards Kirsty. "Is something on your mind?" Kirsty studied the room before looking back at the sun again. "I was...thinking about home..." "... Did you have a family there?" Frisk asked. "... Yeah. My mom, my dad and my sister..." she sighed. "Did you have friends?" "Yeah." She said. Her eyes wandered around the room. "Oh... Sorry. I had a few friends in the orphanage in my village. They weren't really very good ones, but they were better than the people at the school." Kirsty stayed silent. So did the others. They all stood for a few minutes in silence. Just thinking. Just reflecting.

Kirsty's thoughts were filled with memories of family and friends; Frisk's were of all the people who would be wishing she was still there right now - little Lily, the young autistic girl she always stood up for when she was being bullied; Abigail, whom she admired dearly. Old friends were replaced by new ones when Frisk had arrived at the Underground, never to be remembered again. This was the first time she had actually looked back on her life before the fall.

Chara, like Frisk and Kirsty, also thought back to how many people would be missing them at the moment, and what they would be doing right now. Would they even still be alive? How long had it been? No one could tell. They were in the dark about almost anything down here. "Abandon all hope, he who enter here." she muttered.

Sans, however, could only dream of what the surface could've been like. He had only ever seen pictures of it in books and things he'd seen from the dump, where random rubbish from the surface came down from a long waterfall and collected in the Underground at the dump. Still, the pictures were only pictures and although they painted a thousand words, it only showed a fraction of the Earth's true identity.

Kirsty was the first to turn back, after a long period of Surface Thought. Eventually, the others followed - first Chara, then Frisk, and then Sans - and the live buttercup in the corner that Kirsty had spotted earlier on waited for the very last moment to tag along.

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