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Together As Gold - N.R & Y.J
P: Slytherins!Ni-ki & Jungwon X Fem!Reader
Requested by: @milksugatae
Warnings: Love Triangle, Tension, Flirting, Humour, Arguments, Jealousy, Two Endings screw it, i cant choose between them! I MADE THEM TOO TEMPTING HELP! GO FOR BOTH IDK! THEY BOTH DOWN BADDD, Teasing... LIKE ALOT OF TEASING!!! peeves is a canon matchmaker!
Synopsis: What do you do when two cunning Slytherin boys want you? If only you knew the answer yourself.
a/n: i got a few ideas for the shenanigans so special thank you to @starf4lls and @encrifice <33 dont mind any mistakes!
see request here | hogwarts au masterlist
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When you first found yourself at Hogwarts, you were alone. The tall stone walls, the constant chatter of studentsâit was all overwhelming, and you didnât know anyone. So, you kept to yourself, focusing on finding your place, giving yourself just enough time to get used to the classes and the eccentric professors.
But once you settled into the flow, things started falling into place. You made friends with your housemates and exchanged stories. The days went by easier after that, and before long, you had a solid group of friends around you, your circle expanding little by little. It was all going wellâuntil you were assigned to work with two Slytherins for a Herbology project.
Ni-ki and Jungwon.
They were the kind of people who knew exactly how to get under your skin. But you would figure out just how different they were from everyone else, with due time.
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You walked out of Herbology, your hands full with books, the weight of them pressing against your chest. You were double-checking, making sure you had all your materials. The hallways were bustling with students heading to their next classes, but you didnât mind. It gave you a bit of space to organize your thoughts.
You hadnât noticed them at first. Ni-ki and Jungwon were trailing behind you, their voices rising in a playful but heated argument.
âIâll ask her first,â Ni-ki insisted, his tone cocky as always.
âNo way,â Jungwon shot back, his voice smooth but firm. âIâll do it.â
You could hear the back-and-forth, but it didnât quite register until Ni-ki, with a sudden burst of energy, slid in front of you, effectively stopping you in your tracks. His sharp, mischievous smile was the first thing you noticed as he raised an eyebrow.
âHey,â he said casually, as if he wasnât completely interrupting your path. âWhat do you think about getting a head start on that project? Have you figured anything out yet?â
You blinked, surprised, and for a moment, just stared at him. Behind him, Jungwon stepped up to stand beside him, equally as composed but with a glint in his eyes that made you feel like this wasnât just a casual suggestion. They were both waiting for you to respond, their eyes studying you, each trying to gauge how youâd react.
You narrowed your eyes at them, still trying to make sense of the situation.
âWellâŚâ you started cautiously, âI have something figured out, but Iâm still not completely sure.â
As if that was the cue theyâd been waiting for, Ni-ki and Jungwon suddenly moved in closer. Before you could protest, they both grabbed your armsâNi-ki on one side, Jungwon on the otherâand pulled you along with them. You stumbled slightly, caught off guard, and blinked at the two of them in confusion.
Ni-kiâs mischievous grin never faltered. âGood, then weâll figure the rest out together,â he said, as though it was perfectly normal for him to be dragging you along through the hallways.
Jungwon let out a soft laugh, the sound oddly charming as he looked over at Ni-ki. âHerbology isnât even my strongest subject,â he admitted, his tone casual, though you werenât sure if it was meant to reassure you or not.
Ni-ki rolled his eyes dramatically. âAs if you have a strong subject at all,â he shot back with a grin, a little too confident in his jab.
Jungwon smirked, unbothered. âAt least I donât fail every practical. Your last Herbology experiment looked like a failed potion, Ni-ki.â
Ni-ki scoffed. âBetter than your Charms assignment, which was basically a disaster in a teacup.â
âBetter than your Transfiguration homework that could only be fixed by Professor McGonagall herself,â Jungwon retorted smoothly.
You just stared at the two of them, utterly baffled. Was this really happening? They bickered back and forth as if they didnât have a care in the world, each comment more sarcastic than the last.
âOh, donât even get me started on your Potions, Jungwon,â Ni-ki continued, practically laughing. âLast time you nearly blew up a Hufflepuff with a single sneeze.â
Jungwon shot him a playful glare. âAt least I didnât turn a batch of sleeping draught into a batch of pepper-up potion. You nearly made the whole class go into a caffeine frenzy.â
You raised an eyebrow, still trying to make sense of it all. Was it possible to survive being caught in the middle of this?
Jungwon leaned in a little closer, smirking. âFace it, Ni-ki. If it wasnât for me saving your ass last semester, youâd be stuck in the library trying to figure out what went wrong with that failed Firemaking spell.â
Ni-ki grinned wider. âWho says I needed saving? I had it all under control, except for the little incident with the blast-ended skrewtâŚâ
You sighed, realizing that you were witnessing a rivalry of sorts, but one that seemed more like the banter between good friends. It didnât make it any easier to deal with, though. How were you supposed to survive having these two as your project partners?
Okay, turns out you would survive having them as your project partners. Despite their obvious lack of skill in Herbology, they did helpâor at least tried to. Both of them seemed strangely determined, which you quickly realized wasnât out of pure goodwill but out of a mutual fear of failing the subject. For what reason, you didnât know, but the way they occasionally exchanged nervous glances during Professor Sproutâs lectures told you there was more to it than they were letting on.
What you did know, however, was that they were a surprisingly funny duo. Whether it was Ni-ki accidentally knocking over a pot of bouncing bulb roots and blaming it on Jungwon, or Jungwon deadpanning as he handed you a watering can he had accidentally charmed to spray in every direction but the plants, they somehow managed to turn the tedious project into something⌠enjoyable.
âYou were supposed to prune it, not scare it to death!â you groaned, staring at the now-drooping Flutterby bush in Ni-kiâs hands.
âItâs not dead! Itâs just taking a nap!â Ni-ki argued, holding it up defensively.
âSure,â Jungwon interjected with a smirk. âBecause plants definitely sleep like that.â He gestured at the pitiful bush, which was half dangling out of its pot.
âDo you want to take over?â Ni-ki shot back, raising an eyebrow. âOh wait, you canât even tell the difference between a Shrivelfig and a gourd!â
Jungwon didnât miss a beat. âAnd yet, Iâm still doing better than you.â
You rolled your eyes, but you couldnât help the small smile that tugged at your lips. Somehow, their antics made it easy for you to relax and talk to them, like youâd known them since your first year at Hogwarts. They had this way of making you feel included in their little bubble of chaos, like you were already part of their circle of friends.
The three of you spent hours in the greenhouse, working on the projectâand while there was plenty of bickering and mishaps, you couldnât deny how much easier it was to get through with them.
Surprisingly, you all managed to finish the project on time, even if a few mishaps happened along the wayâand even if a few unfortunate plants didnât make it. The Flutterby bush never quite recovered from Ni-kiâs aggressive pruning, and Jungwon accidentally overwatered the Fanged Geranium, which resulted in a small flood and several frantic minutes of dodging snapping leaves. But somehow, against all odds, you pulled it together.
What shocked you most wasnât just that the project was finished, but that you actually enjoyed your time with them. Sure, they were a pair of chaotic distractions half the time, but their constant banter and ridiculous antics made the whole ordeal much more bearable than youâd expected. It was easy to laugh with them, easy to talk to them about random things that had nothing to do with Herbology. Somewhere along the way, it stopped feeling like a school assignment and started feeling like⌠fun.
When Professor Sprout handed back your marks, you almost didnât believe it. The three of you passed the project with flying colors.
âSee?â Ni-ki said smugly, leaning back in his chair and flashing a grin at you and Jungwon. âI told you weâd ace it.â
âYou told us nothing,â Jungwon deadpanned, elbowing him lightly. âIf it werenât for me, you wouldnât have even known which end of a Mandrake to pull.â
Ni-ki scoffed. âIf it werenât for me, youâd still be trying to figure out how to trim the Devilâs Snare without getting strangled.â
You couldnât help but laugh, shaking your head at the two of them. âIf it werenât for me, neither of you wouldâve made it past the planning stage.â
They both paused for a moment, then nodded in agreement. âFair enough,â Jungwon said with a small grin.
âYeah,â Ni-ki added, nudging you playfully. âGuess you did help us.â
You rolled your eyes but smiled anyway. They might have been annoying, chaotic, and occasionally useless when it came to Herbology, but you had to admitâworking with them had been fun.
And you honestly thought that was itâthat after the Herbology project, you wouldnât have to worry about Ni-ki and Jungwon anymore. Theyâd go back to their own lives, and youâd go back to yours, free of their chaos. But clearly, you were wrong.
The very next day, you were calmly walking toward the Great Hall for lunch, your mind blissfully occupied with thoughts of pumpkin pasties and butterbeer, when a loud BOOM echoed through the hallway behind you. The ground shook slightly, and the smell of smoke began to fill the air.
You froze, eyes widening as you turned around. Before you could even process what had happened, the rapid sound of footsteps thundered in your direction. Your gasp caught in your throat as you saw themâJungwon and Ni-kiâsprinting down the corridor with wild, panicked looks on their faces.
âRun! Letâs go, letâs go!â Ni-ki shouted, his voice loud and urgent.
Before you could even ask what was going on, they spotted you. Without missing a beat, they grabbed youâNi-ki gripping one arm, Jungwon the otherâand practically dragged you along with them as they continued their frantic escape.
âWait! Whatâwhat are youââ you tried to protest, your feet stumbling to keep up as they pulled you at full speed.
âLetâs go, letâs go, donât stop!â Ni-ki repeated, glancing back over his shoulder like he expected somethingâor someoneâto be chasing you.
âWhat did you two do?â you demanded, the words coming out more like a yell as they yanked you around a corner.
Jungwon was panting but managed to shoot you an innocent look. âNothing serious,â he said, though the faint hint of panic in his voice betrayed him. âJust⌠a minor miscalculation.â
âA miscalculation?! What does that even mean?â
Before either of them could answer, another explosion rang out from somewhere behind you, followed by an angry voice shouting something you couldnât quite make out. Your stomach dropped as realization began to dawn on you.
âDid you two blow something up?â you asked, your voice rising in disbelief.
âNot on purpose!â Ni-ki shot back defensively, still pulling you forward. âWe were just experimenting in the Potions classroomââ
âIt was his idea,â Jungwon interrupted, cutting him off with a pointed look.
âOh, donât even start!â Ni-ki snapped, glaring at him. âYou were the one who said, âLetâs add just a little more firewhiskey to see what happens!ââ
âAnd youâre the one who actually poured it in!â Jungwon countered, his tone exasperated.
You stared at them, completely dumbfounded. This couldnât be real. How had you gone from a peaceful walk to being dragged into yet another one of their disasters in less than two minutes?
âWhy am I even here?!â you shouted, half running, half being dragged.
âBecause,â Jungwon said, shooting you a quick grin despite the chaos, âyouâre our lucky charm. And we figured you wouldnât mind helping us... again.â
âYou figured wrong!â you snapped, but neither of them seemed to care.
All you could do was sigh as they continued dragging you down the hall, their bickering somehow louder than the chaos theyâd left. You were starting to think that surviving the Herbology project was only the beginning of whatever mess these two had planned for your life.
And, well, you were right. After meeting Ni-ki and Jungwon, your once relatively peaceful life became a whirlwind of chaos. Everything they didâeverythingâsomehow ended up involving you, whether you wanted it to or not. It wasnât long before their mischief became a permanent fixture in your day-to-day existence.
If they were planning a prank, they either roped you in to help or youâd somehow stumble across them in the aftermath, frantically trying to help them hide from Filch. And of course, youâd end up covering for them because theyâd flash you those overly innocent smiles that made it impossible to say no.
If they were skipping class, you found yourself torn between making up excuses to the professors on their behalf orâmore often than you cared to admitâbeing dragged along with them. âJust this once,â theyâd promise, only for it to happen again the next week. And the week after that.
If they were goofing around, you were inevitably dragged into it. A simple walk to the library would somehow turn into a duel with floating chocolate frogs in the middle of the corridor. And if they decided to sneak out to Hogsmeade, youâd find yourself sandwiched between them at the Three Broomsticks, half-laughing, half-sighing as they plotted their next big thing.
Even their visits to Hagridâs hut became a regular thing for you. The first time, they claimed they just wanted to âshow you something cool,â but the next thing you knew, you were in Hagridâs hut, trying to dodge a Blast-Ended Skrewt that had gotten a little too excited. It was a miracle you all made it out in one piece.
Somewhere along the way, though, all of the chaos and madness began to feel normal. You couldnât pinpoint exactly when it happened, but youâd become friends with themâreal friends. The kind who stuck by each other, no matter how ridiculous the situation. And, as much as you hated to admit it sometimes, you enjoyed it. They made life more exciting and a lot more fun.
Eventually, the three of you became known across the school as the Mischief Trio. Every time something happenedâwhether it was a dungbomb going off in the middle of a Slytherin and Gryffindor Quidditch match, a swarm of enchanted paper birds in the library, or Filchâs office mysteriously floodingâit was almost guaranteed that you three were involved in some way. Professors groaned at the sight of you, and other students either avoided you or gravitated toward you, depending on their appetite for trouble.
But no matter how much trouble you got into, you couldnât imagine your life without them. Sure, they drove you crazy most of the time, but they also made Hogwarts feel a little more like home. And you knew youâd always have their backsâjust like theyâd always have yours.
So it wasnât really much of a surprise when you were sitting quietly in the library, diligently working through your Potions notes, and Jungwon suddenly appeared, slipping into the seat across from you. A second later, Ni-ki followed, plopping himself down beside him. Neither said a word, which was unusual. You didnât even lift your head, only glanced at them for a brief second in acknowledgment before returning your attention to your notes.
The silence lingered, and for a moment, you were genuinely surprised. Normally, by now, theyâd have already started whisperingâwell, trying to whisperâabout their latest harebrained idea or grumbled about how boring studying was. It would escalate until Madam Pince would inevitably swoop in with her stern glare and a sharp âSilence!â by which point theyâd be grinning like kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar. But this time, they just sat there, completely quiet.
It was so unlike them that you couldnât help but glance up, a little suspicious. Jungwon was leaning casually back in his chair, flipping idly through a random book heâd grabbed, while Ni-ki seemed to be doodling on a scrap of parchment. Neither of them met your gaze, though you could tell something was up by the way they were both sneaking glances at you from the corners of their eyes.
Before you could say anything, Jungwon slipped something across the tableâa small folded piece of parchment. You frowned, curiosity piqued, and carefully opened it.
We need your help. Meet us at the Astronomy Tower after dinner. Donât tell anyone.
You stared at the note for a moment before glancing up at him. Jungwon raised an eyebrow at you, his expression unreadable but with just enough of a spark in his eyes to make you wary. Beside him, Ni-ki finally looked up from his parchment and gave you an exaggerated thumbs-up, grinning like a kid whoâd just gotten away with stealing a cauldron cake.
âWhat exactly do you need help with?â you whispered, narrowing your eyes at them.
Ni-ki quickly shushed you, his grin widening. âNot here,â he muttered, gesturing around dramatically as if someone might be listening. âJust come later, and weâll explain everything.â
You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. âWhy do I feel like this is going to get me into trouble?â
âBecause it probably will,â Jungwon said with a small, unapologetic shrug. âBut thatâs part of the fun, isnât it?â
You gave him a flat look, but he and Ni-ki just grinned at you, their expressions far too innocent for comfort. Whatever they had planned, you already knew it wasnât going to be anything good. And yet, you knew youâd end up going.
Because somehow, they always managed to drag you along.
So, you did end up going to the Astronomy Tower after dinner, half-expecting to find them already waiting for you. But when you arrived, the place was empty. The cool night air swept through the open windows as you looked around, your footsteps echoing faintly against the stone floor.
"Jungwon? Ni-ki?" you whispered, peering into the shadows. No response.
You frowned, waiting for a few minutes, debating whether youâd been pranked. Then, the faint sound of stone shifting caught your attention. Whipping your head around, you scanned the roomâand almost screamed when you saw a hole opening in the stone wall near your leg.
âRelax,â Ni-kiâs grinning face popped out of the hole, his head tilted mischievously. His voice was almost too casual for someone emerging from a secret passage. âItâs just me. Come on, get in.â
âWhatâNi-ki? What isâhow did you evenââ you stammered, taking a step back as he motioned for you to follow.
âNo time for questions. Just get in,â he urged, already reaching out to grab your ankle.
âWait, get in where?â you asked, taking a cautious step closer, only for him to start pulling you toward the hole. âNi-ki, this is insaneâwhat is evenââ
âJust trust me!â he said with a grin, dragging you through the opening before you could protest further.
You stumbled into the narrow passageway as Ni-ki pushed the stone slab back into place behind you, sealing off the entrance as if it had never been there. Without skipping a beat, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you down a spiraling stone staircase, the air growing colder as you descended.
âThis better not be a prank,â you muttered, more to yourself than to him.
âOh, itâs not,â he said, his voice carrying a suspiciously gleeful undertone.
Finally, you reached a small, dimly lit room, the stone walls lined with shelves holding jars of unidentifiable substances. In the middle of the room sat Jungwon, surrounded by an assortment of ingredients, potion books, and a bubbling cauldron. The faint greenish glow of the potion illuminated his face as he looked up at you with a sheepish grin.
âYou made it,â he said simply, as if youâd just arrived for a casual study session.
Ni-ki let go of your wrist and plopped down beside Jungwon, motioning for you to sit. You hesitated for a moment before slowly lowering yourself onto the floor. As you settled in, your eyes darted to the mess of potion ingredients scattered around the roomâlacewing flies, leeches, powdered bicorn horn, boomslang skin.
Your stomach dropped as you recognized the familiar list of items. Glancing at one of the potion books lying open beside Jungwon, your suspicion was confirmed.
They were making Polyjuice Potion.
âAre you two insane?â you hissed, your voice sharp but quiet. âYou do know this is against the rules, right?â
âRules?â Ni-ki scoffed, waving you off as if youâd just told him the sky was blue. âOnly if we get caught.â
âAnd weâre not going to get caught,â Jungwon added confidently, gesturing toward the cauldron. âWeâve been careful. No one even knows weâre down here.â
You stared at them, utterly baffled. âWhy are you even making Polyjuice Potion? What could you possibly need it for?â
They exchanged a quick glance, and you immediately knew you werenât going to like their answer.
âWellâŚâ Ni-ki started, dragging out the word as if trying to figure out how to phrase it.
Jungwon sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. âWe just��� need to, uh, borrow someoneâs identity for a bit.â
You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. âWhose?â
Ni-ki grinned, clearly finding the entire situation amusing. âYouâll find out soon enough.â
âAbsolutely not,â you said, shaking your head. âI want no part in this. You two are going to get expelled if anyone finds out!â
âRelax,â Ni-ki said, leaning back against the wall. âWeâve got it under control.â
âYou donât even have it finished yet, do you?â you said, gesturing to the messy pile of jars and powders.
âWell, no,â Jungwon admitted, his tone hesitant. âThatâs⌠kind of where you come in.â
You groaned, already regretting every decision that had led you to this moment. âOf course it is.â
âWe just need a little help,â Ni-ki said, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in his eyes. âAnd who better to help than the smartest person we know?â
You glared at him. âFlattery isnât going to work.â
âCome on,â Jungwon said, his voice annoyingly reasonable. âYouâve already helped us so many times. Whatâs one more?â
âOne more? This is Polyjuice Potion weâre talking about!â you hissed, staring at them, your arms crossed tightly over your chest as they launched into a chorus of pleading.
âPlease,â Ni-ki whined, dragging out the word like a child denied dessert. âJust this onceâwell, technically not just this onceâbut, you know, this timeâs important!â
âVery important,â Jungwon chimed in, nodding solemnly.
You raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. âImportant? You mean ârecklessâ and âcompletely unnecessary.ââ
Ni-ki pouted dramatically, scooting closer to you on his knees. âCome on, donât be like that! Youâre our only hope.â
âIâm serious. This isnât happening,â you said firmly, your voice unwavering.
But then Jungwon joined in, mirroring Ni-kiâs position on your other side. Now you were flanked by both of them, their faces far too close for comfort, with matching grins.
âPretty please?â Jungwon said, tilting his head and batting his lashes like he was trying to win some sort of charm contest.
âWith chocolate frogs on top?â Ni-ki added, leaning in with a cheeky smirk.
You glanced between them, your eyes narrowing as they started piling on the dramatics.
âYouâre the best at brewing potions!â Jungwon said, nudging your arm.
âAnd the smartest,â Ni-ki added, nudging your other arm.
âWay better at this than us,â Jungwon continued, his tone dripping with faux admiration.
âAnd letâs be realâyouâre kind of already involved, so why not just see it through?â Ni-ki finished, his grin turning downright devilish.
You rolled your eyes. âYou mean you two dragged me into this against my will. Thatâs not the same thing as being âinvolved.ââ
âDetails,â Jungwon said with a dismissive wave of his hand.
âCome on,â Ni-ki teased, leaning so close that you instinctively leaned back. âWeâre your friends, remember? What kind of friend would you be if you didnât help us out?â
âYeah, what kind of friend?â Jungwon echoed, his voice dripping with mock hurt.
You glared at them, your resolve faltering slightly as they both gave you identical puppy-dog eyes. They knew exactly what they were doing, and unfortunately, you knew exactly how this would end.
âYou two are the worst,â you muttered under your breath, looking down at the potion book in front of you.
âDoes that mean youâll help?â Ni-ki asked, his grin widening in triumph.
âUgh, fine,â you groaned, throwing your hands in the air. âBut if we get caught, Iâm telling them it was all your idea.â
âDeal,â Jungwon said quickly, already flipping to the next page of the book.
Ni-ki threw an arm around your shoulders, grinning ear to ear. âKnew youâd come through for us.â
You sighed, wondering for the millionth time how you always let them talk you into these things. If Hogwarts ever handed out awards for bad decisions, you were pretty sure youâd win one.
You sighed for the umpteenth time as you carefully added a pinch of powdered bicorn horn into the bubbling cauldron. The potion hissed softly as the powder dissolved, releasing a faint green wisp of smoke. Ni-ki and Jungwon sat on either side of you, their usual antics subdued for once as they watched you work, their eyes glued to your every move like you were performing some kind of ancient magic ritual.
"Can you two stop staring at me like that?" you muttered without looking up, your voice edged with exasperation.
"We're just... observing," Jungwon said innocently, though the small smirk on his lips betrayed him.
"Yeah, gotta make sure you're doing it right," Ni-ki added with a teasing lilt.
You shot them both a sharp look. "Oh, I'm the one you're worried about messing this up? Let me remind you whose brilliant idea this was."
Ni-ki grinned, leaning closer. "Exactly. Which is why we need you to handle itâyouâre way better at this than weâd ever be. Right, Jungwon?"
Jungwon nodded seriously, though his gaze didnât waver from the potion. "Yeah. If it were up to us, weâd probably blow something up by now."
You couldnât argue with that. They had the combined attention span of a niffler in a jewelry shop.
"Just donât distract me," you muttered, carefully stirring the potion clockwise. "If you make me mess this up, weâll have to start all over again, and I am not spending another night like this with you two."
"Aw, you love spending time with us," Ni-ki teased, leaning his chin on his hand as he continued to watch you.
You didnât dignify that with a response, instead focusing on the precise instructions in the book. Step by step, you added each ingredient, your movements careful and deliberate. Occasionally, youâd glance at the timer Jungwon had set, making sure everything was timed perfectly.
As the potion began to turn the intended muddy brown color, a sign that it was nearing completion, you let out a small breath of relief.
"Wow," Ni-ki said suddenly, breaking the silence. His voice was softer, almost genuine for once. "Youâre, like... really good at this."
You glanced up at him, raising an eyebrow. "Donât sound so surprised."
"Iâm not," he said quickly, a mischievous glint returning to his eyes. "But watching you work is kind of impressive."
Jungwon nodded in agreement, his usual playful demeanor replaced by a rare moment of sincerity. "Yeah. Weâd be completely hopeless without you."
For a moment, their compliments caught you off guard. You felt heat rising to your cheeks, but you quickly masked it by focusing on the potion again.
"Well, maybe next time, donât drag me into something like this again, and I wonât have to save your butts," you said, though your tone lacked its usual sharpness.
Ni-ki chuckled. "Whereâs the fun in that?"
Jungwon leaned closer, resting his elbows on the table. "You wouldnât leave us to fend for ourselves, though. Admit itâyouâd miss us."
You rolled your eyes, stirring the potion one last time. "Iâd miss the peace and quiet more."
They both laughed, and for a brief moment, the room felt lighter. As chaotic as they were, you couldnât deny that there was something oddly comforting about their presence, even when they were dragging you into one ridiculous situation after another.
"Alright," you said finally, stepping back and wiping your hands on your robes. "The potionâs doneâfor now. It needs to sit for a month before itâs ready to use."
"A month?" Ni-ki groaned, slumping back against the wall dramatically.
Jungwon raised an eyebrow. "Did you even read the instructions before planning this?"
"Of course I did!" Ni-ki said, though his expression said otherwise.
You shook your head, gathering up the leftover ingredients. "Typical. Anyway, you two better figure out what youâre actually going to use this for. Iâm not getting involved beyond this point."
"Sure youâre not," Jungwon said with a knowing smirk.
Ni-ki grinned, leaning forward with that familiar mischievous glint in his eyes. "Yeah, weâll see about that."
You rolled your eyes, brushing off your robes as you stood up, ready to leave this chaotic duo behind for the night. "Well, good luck with your little plan or whatever. Iâm going to pretend I was never here."
But before you could take more than a step, Jungwon was suddenly on his feet, grabbing your wrist with a firm but gentle grip.
"Wait," he said, his eyes bright with excitement.
You raised an eyebrow, glancing between him and Ni-ki. "What now? I already did what you wanted. Iâm not doing anything else."
Jungwon grinned, ignoring your protests entirely. "We want to show you something."
You blinked, confused. "Show me what?"
"Youâll see," Ni-ki chimed in, already moving and motioned for Jungwon to hurry up.
"Come on," Jungwon said, tugging on your wrist before you could protest further.
Sighing, you let yourself be dragged along, too tired to argue. "This better not get me into more trouble."
"No promises," Ni-ki called over his shoulder, a teasing lilt in his voice as he disappeared down the corridor.
The three of you navigated through the dark, winding passageways beneath the castle, the air cool and slightly damp. You had no idea where they were taking you, but you couldnât help but feel a flicker of curiosity.
After what felt like ages of walking, Ni-ki and Jungwon came to a stop in front of a narrow staircase that spiraled upward.
"Here we are," Ni-ki announced, gesturing grandly.
You frowned, looking up the staircase. "Where exactly is here?"
"Youâll see," Jungwon said, his grin widening as he nudged you toward the stairs.
With an annoyed sigh, you reluctantly began to climb, Jungwon following close behind while Ni-ki took the lead. When you finally reached the top, Ni-ki pushed open a small wooden door, and you stepped out into the cool night air.
Your eyes widened as you took in the sight before you. You were on a secluded rooftop of the castle, the view stretching out over the Hogwarts grounds. The Forbidden Forest loomed dark and mysterious in the distance, and the Black Lake shimmered faintly under the light of the moon.
"Whoa," you breathed, momentarily forgetting your irritation.
"Told you it was worth it," Jungwon said, his tone softer now as he stepped up beside you.
Ni-ki plopped down on the edge of the rooftop, his legs dangling over the side as he leaned back on his hands. "We found this spot last year. Nobody ever comes up here. Itâs kind of... ours."
"Well, now itâs ours," Jungwon corrected, shooting you a smile.
You glanced between the two of them, your heart softening despite yourself. For all their chaos and mischief, they had a knack for moments like thisâmoments that made you glad you were friends with them.ĂĽ
"So," Ni-ki said, breaking the silence, "what do you think? Worth the trek?"
You gave him a small smile, finally letting your guard down. "Yeah... itâs pretty amazing."
Jungwon leaned back against the wall, a satisfied grin on his face. "Knew youâd like it."
The three of you sat there for a while, just sharing a quiet night under the stars.
--
Well, you would love to say that the month waiting for the Polyjuice Potion to set was peaceful.
But that would be a lie.
No, the so-called "peaceful waiting period" turned into absolute chaos. Since Ni-ki and Jungwon couldn't carry out their grand plan just yetâone they still refused to tell you about, claiming it was a "surprise"âthey apparently decided to channel their boredom into wreaking havoc around the castle.
The professors were on edge, constantly looking over their shoulders for the next disaster. Filch was more paranoid than ever, skulking through the hallways with his lantern, muttering about "those blasted kids." Even the ghosts seemed jumpier than usual, drifting through walls with wary expressions, as though they'd had enough of the two troublemakers.
And somehow, no matter what you were doing, you always managed to get roped into their schemes.
Youâd lost count of how many times youâd accidentally stumbled upon them in the middle of one of their rule-breaking escapades. It was like you had some sort of invisible string tying you to their chaos. Youâd walk into a corridor or step into an empty classroom, minding your own business, only to find them hunched over a suspicious-looking contraption or whispering excitedly about their next prank.
The moment they spotted you, it was over.
"Perfect timing!" Ni-ki would exclaim, as if youâd planned to walk in on them.
"Donât just stand thereâhelp us!" Jungwon would add, usually while pushing something heavy or fumbling with something clearly not meant to be in a studentâs hands.
And no matter how much you protested, no matter how loudly you declared that you wanted nothing to do with their shenanigans, youâd inevitably end up being dragged into it.
One time, youâd walked into the library, thinking youâd finally get a peaceful moment to study. Instead, you found them standing in the Restricted Section, both of them holding an armful of books they definitely werenât supposed to have.
âWhat are you doing?!â you hissed, glancing around to make sure Madam Pince wasnât nearby.
âResearch,â Ni-ki said simply, dropping the books onto a nearby table with a loud thud.
âFor what?â you asked, narrowing your eyes at him.
He grinned. âClass stuff. You wouldnât understand.â
Jungwon, on the other hand, looked at you with a completely straight face. âHeâs lying. Weâre looking up forbidden spells.â
You groaned. âWhy do I even bother?â
Another time, you were walking back to your dorm after dinner, only to see Filch sprinting down the corridor in the opposite direction, his face red with fury. Moments later, Ni-ki and Jungwon rounded the corner, both breathless and laughing, carrying what looked like an entire box of dungbombs.
You froze. âNope. Not happening. I donât even want to knowââ
But before you could finish, they grabbed you by the arms and dragged you into an alcove, whispering something about "keeping watch" while they set up their latest prank.
âDo I look like I want detention?â you hissed, glaring at them.
Ni-ki just grinned. âCome on, youâre part of the team now. This is bonding.â
âThis is stupidity,â you shot back, though you reluctantly stood guard while they did whatever it was they were doing.
And then there was the time in the Great Hall. You were just trying to enjoy breakfast, eating your toast in peace, when suddenly a flock of enchanted paper cranes came swooping down from the ceiling, diving and swirling around the students. The Hall erupted into chaos as people swatted at the cranes, which were apparently charmed to sing obnoxiously off-key.
You didnât need to look far to figure out who was responsible. Sure enough, Ni-ki and Jungwon were sitting a few seats away, barely holding back their laughter as they watched the scene unfold.
âYou two are going to get expelled,â you muttered as you sat down next to them, shooting them both a glare.
âWorth it,â Ni-ki said, grinning as a crane landed on his shoulder.
âTotally worth it,â Jungwon agreed, taking a bite of his toast as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
It was ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. Did you gravitate toward them or something? Because no matter how hard you tried to stay out of their messes, you always seemed to end up right in the middle of them.
And yet, despite the chaos, despite the rule-breaking, and despite the constant time spent in detention... you couldnât help but laugh. They made it impossible not to.
--
You were generally just trying to mind your own business, walking through the dimly lit hallway near Filchâs office, when you spotted them.
Ni-ki and Jungwon stood just a few feet away, both leaning casually against the wall like they didnât have a care in the world. Which wouldâve been believableâif not for the way their eyes darted around like they were scanning for witnesses. They somehow looked both innocent and highly suspicious at the same time, a combination that never boded well.
Your instincts immediately kicked in: Turn around. Walk away. Pretend you didnât see anything.
But, of course, luck wasnât on your side.
Ni-kiâs head shot up, his sharp eyes catching you before you could even take a single step back. âHey! You!â he called out, grinning like heâd just won the lottery.
You groaned audibly, muttering, âWhy me?â
Before you could say anything else, Ni-ki was already jogging over to you, his excitement practically radiating off him. âCome on, come on,â he said eagerly, grabbing your arm and tugging you toward Jungwon.
âDo I have to come?â you asked weakly, already knowing the answer.
Ni-ki didnât even bother responding. He just pulled you along as you let out a resigned sigh, casting one last glance at the exit youâd never make it to.
When you finally reached Jungwon, you gave them both a pointed look. âAlright, what are you two planning this time?â
Jungwon didnât say anything at first. Instead, he pulled out a folded piece of parchment, his grin spreading mischievously. Holding it in one hand, he drew his wand with the other.
âI solemnly swear I am up to no good,â he said softly, his voice practically dripping with mischief as he tapped the parchment.
Your eyebrows shot up in surprise as the blank parchment shimmered and began to transform, intricate lines and scribbles spreading across it like ink soaking into paper. A moment later, you realized it was a mapâan incredibly detailed map of Hogwarts.
Your jaw dropped as you leaned closer, watching names begin to pop up across the surface, tiny dots moving around the corridors and rooms. Students, professors... even Filch and Mrs. Norris were labeled as they wandered the castle.
âWhat theâ?!â you gasped, utterly shocked. âWhere did you get this?â
Ni-ki leaned in close, his chin practically resting on your head. You felt his full weight press on your back as he grinned. âA trickster never reveals their secrets,â he murmured, his voice low and teasing.
You grumbled in annoyance, trying to shove him off. âWill you get off me?â
He smirked, clearly enjoying your irritation, and stayed exactly where he was. Curse his heightâand the fact that he was impossible to move when he didnât want to be moved. With a resigned sigh, you let him rest there, shooting him a glare he just ignored.
Meanwhile, Jungwon pointed at the map, his grin taking on a distinctly cat-like quality. âLook,â he said, his finger tracing a path on the parchment.
You followed his gaze and froze. There, on the map, was Filch. He was several hallways away, but he was moving steadily in your general direction.
âPerfect,â Jungwon murmured, his grin widening as his eyes sparkled with mischief.
You gave him a wary look. âWhy do I feel like Iâm about to regret being here?â
âYouâll be fine,â Ni-ki said breezily, still leaning on you like it was the most natural thing in the world. âYouâre one of us now, remember?â
âThatâs what Iâm afraid of,â you muttered under your breath, your eyes flicking back to the map as the ominous dot labeled Filch continued to move closer.
Whatever they were planning, you had a sinking feeling it was going to end with you all running for your lives. Again.
So you stood there in stunned silence, half-expecting to wake up from a bizarre dream, as Jungwon and Ni-ki expertly worked together like they had done this a thousand times before.
Jungwon was the distraction. With a flick of his wand, he whispered a Muffliato charm, ensuring Filch wouldnât hear the chaos unfolding in his own office. Meanwhile, Ni-ki was crouched by the lock, muttering a soft Alohomora under his breath. The click of the door unlocking sent a pang of dread straight to your stomach.
"Are we seriously doing this?" you hissed, still frozen outside the office door.
Ni-ki smirked as he pushed it open. "Oh, weâre way past asking that question."
Before you could argue, Jungwon grabbed your arm and pulled you in, shutting the door behind you with a silent wave of his wand. You stared at them as they got to work.
Jungwon headed straight for Filchâs desk, pulling out drawers and rifling through papers like he was on a scavenger hunt. Meanwhile, Ni-ki found the confiscated items cabinet, letting out an impressed whistle as he examined its contents. âWow, Filch really doesnât like fun, huh? Half of this stuff is just Zonkoâs products.â
You pinched the bridge of your nose. âYouâre going to get us all expelled.â
âCorrection,â Jungwon said without looking up. âWeâll only get expelled if we get caught.â
âHelpful,â you deadpanned, crossing your arms as you watched him pull out a particularly nasty-looking parchment.
âAh-ha!â Jungwon exclaimed, holding up the paper triumphantly. âThe list of confiscated items! This is gold. Imagine what we can do with this.â
You opened your mouth to ask what exactly he planned to do with it, but Ni-ki interrupted by shoving a colorful box in your hands. âLook at this! Itâs one of those fireworks from Weasleyâs Wizard Wheezes. Filch had no business taking this away.â
Before you could respond, Ni-ki grabbed another handful of glittery objects from the cabinet and threw them into a sack heâd conjured from thin air. You groaned.
âAnd what are we going to do with all this stuff?â you asked, already dreading the answer.
Ni-ki gave you a mischievous grin, holding up a handful of confetti. âOh, we have plans.â
The next thirty minutes were a blur of pure chaos.
Jungwon enchanted the ceiling to rain confetti every time someone entered the office. Ni-ki, on the other hand, seemed to have a vendetta against Filchâs desk, which was now buried under a mountain of glitter, enchanted to sparkle like a thousand stars under torchlight. You triedâreally, you didâto stop them, but they ignored you completely, too caught up in their gleeful destruction.
âOh, and this will be the pièce de rĂŠsistance,â Ni-ki said, holding up a firework and sticking it in the middle of Filchâs desk like a centerpiece. âTimed to go off the moment he sits down.â
âBrilliant,â Jungwon agreed, stepping back to admire their handiwork with a proud smile.
You stared at the chaos surrounding you. Filchâs office looked like a carnival had exploded in it. Glitter covered every surface, the confetti charm was in full effect, and there were at least three forbidden spells buzzing quietly in the air.
âThis is... insane,â you muttered, shaking your head.
âInsanely fun, you mean,â Ni-ki corrected, slinging an arm around your shoulders. âCome on, admit it. Youâre impressed.â
âIâm horrified,â you shot back.
Jungwon checked the Marauderâs Map, his grin turning slightly panicked. âUh, we should probably go. Filch is coming back.â
At that, Ni-ki straightened, grabbing the sack of confiscated items. âAlright, letâs move. You coming, partner-in-crime?â he asked, looking down at you with that maddening grin of his.
You groaned but followed as they bolted for the door, the three of you slipping out just in time. You could hear Filchâs grumbling in the distance as you sprinted down the hall.
When you finally stopped running, out of breath and covered in a faint layer of glitter, Ni-ki turned to you with a triumphant grin. âSee? That wasnât so bad.â
Jungwon snorted. âSpeak for yourself. Y/N was ready to disown us back there.â
You glared at them, pointing at the faint trail of glitter that followed you like a beacon. âWeâre all getting detention if this doesnât wash off.â
Ni-ki just shrugged, still grinning. âWorth it.â
You sighed, already preparing yourself for the next disaster theyâd drag you into.
You never really expected to stay friends with them. Honestly, you didnât even know when you had officially crossed the line into friendshipâit just kind of happened. Despite being dragged into their mischief constantly, despite the headaches and the near-expulsions, they had somehow managed to carve a space in your life that you hadnât realized.
And while they were an absolute menace most of the time, there were moments where they surprised you.
Like when you were stuck in the hospital wing after a particularly nasty Quidditch accident, and Ni-ki had snuck in late at night to bring you sweets heâd smuggled from the kitchens. âThought you could use a little sugar rush,â heâd said with a grin, settling down at the edge of your bed like he planned to stay there all night.
Or the time you got a nasty grade on an essay in Transfiguration, and Jungwon, who had perfected the subject, had sat with you for hours helping you revise until you finally understood it. Heâd teased you endlessly, of course, but he still patiently explained things, as though he believed in you even when you didnât.
These small moments added up, painting a picture of your friendship that was as genuine as it was chaotic.
But what you didnât knowâwhat you couldnât knowâwas that their feelings for you ran deeper than friendship.
The way Ni-kiâs teasing became just a little softer when it was directed at you. The way he always found an excuse to stand close, to brush against your shoulder or nudge you playfully, his gaze lingering on you when he thought you werenât looking.
Or the way Jungwon seemed to falter around you in small ways. The way his eyes softened whenever you laughed, or the way his voice always lost a bit of its sharpness when he said your name.
Neither of them had admitted itâmaybe not even to themselvesâbut it was there.
And you, completely unaware, continued to treat them like the troublemaking friends youâd grown so used to, never realizing the turmoil you were unknowingly causing in their hearts.
Eventually, the month was up, and the Polyjuice Potion had finally set.
Jungwon and Ni-ki, as eager as ever, wasted no time dragging you back into the secret passageway where theyâd first revealed their ridiculous plan. Youâd been half-hoping theyâd forgotten about it, or maybe come to their senses, but judging by the gleam in their eyes, you knew better.
Jungwon carefully ladled some of the potion into a glass, the thick, murky liquid swirling ominously. The smell was awfulâlike burnt cabbage and old socksâand you couldnât help but scrunch your nose in disgust.
"Are you sure about this?" you asked, eyeing the potion warily.
"Positive," Jungwon said, far too confidently for someone about to drink something that could very well land him in the hospital wingâor worse.
Ni-ki leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, grinning like this was the best entertainment heâd had all year. "Go on, Jungwon. Bottoms up."
With a deep breath and a glance at the both of you, Jungwon tipped the glass back and downed the potion in one swift gulp. Almost immediately, he doubled over, clutching his stomach as his body began to shift and change.
You and Ni-ki stepped back instinctively, watching in both awe and horror as Jungwonâs dark hair lightened to a sandy brown, his frame stretched slightly taller, and his features rearranged themselves into something alarmingly familiar.
When he straightened up, you found yourself face-to-face with the Gryffindor prefect.
"What," you said flatly, blinking at him as your brain struggled to process what you were seeing.
Jungwonânow looking and sounding exactly like the Gryffindor prefectâgrinned. "What do you think? Pretty convincing, huh?"
You stared at him, dumbfounded. "Youâre him. Youâre literally him."
Ni-ki let out a loud laugh, slapping his knee. "This is incredible. You even nailed his âholier-than-thouâ smirk." He clapped his hands together, grinning like heâd just won the lottery. "Absolutely flawless. Ten out of ten. You could fool anyone."
Still reeling, you turned to Ni-ki, your voice rising. "What is this plan, exactly? What are you two planning to do now that Jungwon looks like the Gryffindor prefect?"
Ni-kiâs grin widened, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, right. About thatâŚ" He stepped closer, lowering his voice as though he were about to share the worldâs best-kept secret.
You crossed your arms, waiting impatiently.
"We," he began, drawing out the word dramatically, "are going to change the Gryffindor common room password."
You blinked. "You made me brew a highly risky potionârisked detention and possible expulsion just to change the password to the Gryffindor common room?"
"Exactly!" Ni-ki exclaimed, throwing his hands up as if to emphasize his point. "Gryffindorâs been unbearable ever since they won the last Quidditch match. Rubbing it in everyoneâs faces, strutting around like theyâre the kings of the castleâ"
Jungwon, now examining his new appearance in a nearby reflective surface, chimed in, "Which theyâre not, by the way."
Ni-ki shrugged, completely unapologetic. "Itâs payback. Justice if you would say."
Jungwon, nodded solemnly. "Itâs about the principle."
You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. "You two are insane. Do you have any idea how much trouble youâll be in if you get caught?"
Ni-ki leaned closer, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Thatâs why we wonât get caught."
"Uh-huh," you deadpanned, entirely unconvinced. "And if the real Gryffindor prefect shows up?"
Ni-ki waved you off. "Thatâs why weâve got a lookout."
"Whoâs the lookout?" you asked warily.
Ni-ki gave you a pointed look, his grin widening mischievously.
"No," you said immediately, stepping back. "Absolutely not. I am not going to be the lookout for this ridiculous plan."
"Come on," Ni-ki whined, grabbing your arm and giving you a pleading look. "Youâre the only one we trust for the job. Plus, youâre great at pretending you donât know us if things go south."
"Thatâs not a compliment," you snapped, but Ni-ki just laughed.
"Please!!!" Jungwon said, and despite the fact that his face wasnât his own, his tone was still undeniably his. "We need you."
You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. They were absolutely impossible. Still, as much as you wanted to walk away and leave them to their ridiculous plan, you knew you wouldnât. "I canât believe Iâm even here for this."
Ni-ki slung an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. "Come on, Y/N. Whereâs your sense of adventure?"
"Buried under my sense of self-preservation," you muttered, but neither of them seemed to care.
"Boooring!" Ni-ki said immediately, grabbing your shoulders and steering you toward the entrance of the secret passage. "Now, letâs go. Weâve got a password to change."
You groaned, already regretting every life choice that had led you to this moment.
You all snuck out of the astronomy tower heading toward the Gryffindor Tower with hushed footsteps and quick glances over your shoulders. Jungwonâstill posing as the Gryffindor prefectâwas striding ahead with a perfect air of authority, his shoulders squared, and his expression sharp.
You and Ni-ki, on the other hand, trailed behind him with exaggeratedly guilty faces.
"Slouch more," Jungwon hissed over his shoulder, his voice clipped and stern. "Youâre supposed to look like youâve been caught red-handed."
"I am slouching!" Ni-ki shot back in a loud whisper, looking offended. "Iâm a professional at looking guilty, thank you very much."
You rolled your eyes, muttering, "Not exactly something to be proud of, Ni-ki."
Ni-ki ignored you, but when a group of Gryffindor students turned the corner, his whole demeanor changed in an instant. He widened his eyes, hung his head, and even dragged his feet slightly, looking every bit the part of a student whoâd just been caught in the act of breaking the rules.
Jungwon glared at you both, his performance flawless. "I canât believe the two of you thought stealing sweets from the kitchens was a good idea," he said in a loud, scolding tone that echoed through the corridor.
You couldnât help but cringe at his words. The act was working. The group of Gryffindor students didnât even give you a second glance as they walked by, probably assuming you were just another pair of troublemakers getting told off by a prefect.
As soon as the students disappeared around the corner, Ni-ki snickered, nudging you with his elbow. "See? Weâre naturals."
"Or completely insane," you shot back, still uneasy about the whole plan.
Jungwon, still fully in character, glanced back at you both with a dramatic sigh. "Would you two focus? Weâre almost there."
You tried to steady your nerves as you approached the portrait of the Fat Lady guarding the entrance to the Gryffindor common room. Jungwon cleared his throat, adjusted his posture, and stepped forward, looking every bit the part of the Gryffindor prefect he was impersonating.
The Fat Ladyâs eyes opened, and she squinted down at him. "Oh, itâs you. Back already?" she asked, her tone laced with curiosity.
"Yes," Jungwon replied smoothly, his voice mimicking the prefectâs perfectly. "I need to update the password."
You blinked, silently impressed at how calm and composed he sounded.
The Fat Lady raised an eyebrow. "Password? I wasnât informed about any changes."
"It was a last-minute decision," Jungwon said with an air of authority. "The headmasterâs orders. You know how these things go."
The Fat Lady hummed, clearly hesitant but not suspicious enough to question him further. "All right, then. Whatâs the new password?"
Jungwon hesitated for the briefest moment before glancing back at Ni-ki, who grinned like the Cheshire Cat and mouthed, Quidditch losers.
Jungwonâs lips twitched in amusement before he turned back to the Fat Lady, his expression serious. "The new password is... Quidditch glory."
You bit back a snort, realizing Jungwon had changed Ni-kiâs suggestion at the last second to make it less obvious.
The Fat Lady sighed dramatically, as if she had better things to do, and said, "Fine. Password updated. You may enter."
"Thank you," Jungwon said politely, though he made no move to actually enter the common room.
As soon as the portrait swung open, revealing the cozy Gryffindor common room beyond, Jungwon turned to the both of you, a victorious grin spreading across his borrowed face.
"Mission accomplished," he whispered.
"That was way too easy," Ni-ki muttered, his grin matching Jungwonâs.
You crossed your arms, glaring at them both. "Youâre absolutely ridiculous. You know that, right?"
"Maybe," Jungwon said with a shrug, still grinning as he gestured for you both to follow him back down the corridor. "But you canât deny it was brilliant."
While the three of you hurried away from the Gryffindor Tower, you couldnât help but feel reluctant admiration. Theyâd actually pulled it off.
--
The three of you had just barely made it to the dungeon when Ni-ki abruptly stopped in his tracks, throwing his arms out dramatically. Unfortunately, you and Jungwon were too close behind him to react in time, and the result was a chaotic collision that sent all three of you toppling to the floor in a heap of limbs and groans.
"Ni-ki, what the hell?!" Jungwon hissed, his voice low but seething as he tried to untangle himself from the mess. "Why did you stopâ"
Ni-ki clamped a hand over Jungwonâs mouth, his eyes wide with panic. "Shh!" he whispered harshly, pointing down the corridor.
You followed his gaze and felt your stomach drop. There, standing just ahead, were the Gryffindor prefect and Snape. Talking together.
Oops.
Jungwon immediately shut up, his annoyance replaced by alarm. The three of you scrambled to your feet in a flurry of panic, trying not to make a sound. Without wasting a moment, Ni-ki and Jungwon each grabbed one of your arms and dragged you into the shadows, finding a small alcove to hide in.
Before you could even catch your breath, you were being pressed up against the cold stone wall, Ni-ki and Jungwon on either side of you, their bodies shielding you from view.
"Could you two not squish me?" you muttered under your breath, glaring up at them.
"Would you rather get caught by Snape?" Ni-ki shot back, not taking his eyes off the corridor as he peeked out nervously. "No? Then shut it."
You huffed but stayed quiet, noticing how tense Ni-kiâs shoulders were. He was keeping a sharp eye on Snape and the prefect, ready to make a run for it if needed.
Meanwhile, Jungwon, who was on your other side, was shifting uncomfortably. You glanced up at him and froze when you noticed his face. His features were no longer those of the Gryffindor prefectâthey were morphing back into his own, the effects of the Polyjuice Potion clearly wearing off.
Jungwon groaned softly, clutching his stomach as he leaned forward, pressing his face into the crook of your neck for support. You stiffened at the sudden closeness, your hand instinctively patting his back in a futile attempt to comfort him.
"Jungwon," you whispered, worried. "Are you okay?"
"Fine," he mumbled against your neck, his breath warm against your skin. "Just... feels weird."
"Ugh, youâre so dramatic," Ni-ki muttered, glancing back at you two briefly before turning his attention back to the corridor. "Youâll be fine in like two seconds. Just donât throw up onâ"
"Ni-ki, shut up," Jungwon snapped, though his voice was muffled against your neck.
You sighed, your free hand still awkwardly patting his back. "This is ridiculous," you muttered under your breath.
"I hereby declare that is your everyday quote," Ni-ki quipped with a smirk, though his expression quickly turned serious as he peeked out again. "Theyâre still there. Snape looks like heâs about to murder someoneâwait, no thatâs just his normal face expression."
Jungwon groaned again, and you felt him lean more of his weight against you. Curse his height. He wasnât heavy, but having him this close was flustering you more than you wanted to admit.
"Okay, seriously," you hissed, glaring at Ni-ki, "can we not just stay here forever? Do something!"
"Oh sure," Ni-ki whispered sarcastically, glancing back at you with an incredulous look. "Why donât I just go up to Snape and ask him how his day was? Brilliant plan."
"Ni-ki, I swearâ"
"Guys," Jungwon interrupted, his voice steadier now. He finally pulled back from your neck, his features fully his own again. He stood up straight, though he still looked a little pale. "I think theyâre leaving."
All three of you froze, holding your breaths as you listened. Sure enough, the sound of Snapeâs low voice and the prefectâs murmured responses grew fainter, followed by the faint echo of footsteps retreating down the corridor.
Ni-ki let out a dramatic sigh of relief. "Finally. I thought we were done for."
Jungwon rubbed his face, still looking a little worse for wear. "That was way too close."
"You think?" you said, glaring at them both. "If weâd been caught, I wouldâve been the one blamed, thanks to you two dragging me into this mess."
"Aw, but you love us," Ni-ki said with a cheeky grin, throwing an arm around your shoulder.
You rolled your eyes. "Iâm seriously reconsidering that."
Jungwon smirked, finally looking a bit more like himself again. "Come on, letâs get out of here before someone else shows up."
And just as Jungwon finished speaking, the grating, maniacal laughter of Peeves echoed through the corridor. The sound made all three of you freeze, and before you could react, the troublemaking poltergeist popped out of the stone floor with a giggle, his mischievous eyes gleaming.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" Peeves crooned, eyeing the three of you with a grin. His voice echoed off the walls, and you couldn't help but feel a slight chill. "My favorite students, looking so cozy together. Whatâs the occasion?"
You all exchanged a glance, not sure whether to run or stay. Jungwon narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to look unbothered, while Ni-ki rolled his eyes dramatically. "What do you want, Peeves?" he asked, arms crossing over his chest.
Peeves floated around you, his presence more annoying than anything. "Oh, nothing much," he said, his voice high-pitched with glee. "Just wondered if youâve got any new pranks up your sleeves, eh? Or is it something more... personal going on here?" He wiggled his eyebrows, a knowing smirk plastered on his face.
Ni-ki glanced at Jungwon and then shrugged. "Weâll tell you when the time comes," he said, clearly uninterested in revealing too much to the troublesome ghost.
But Peeves wasn't done yet. His eyes gleamed with mischief as he started to circle the three of you like a hawk. "Oh, I see!" he giggled, pointing a bony finger at each of you in turn. "Someone's got tension!" He practically cackled with delight, floating in a circle around you as he grinned widely. "Little love triangle, eh? How exciting! You two," he pointed at Jungwon and Ni-ki, "are practically glued to her, and they canât get enough of you! Is this the new prank? Get caught up in a web of romantic mischief? Oh, I canât wait to see how this plays out!"
You groaned, your face burning as both Jungwon and Ni-ki tensed up, eyes widening in response.
Peeves continued to cackle as he floated higher, his laughter echoing down the hall. "Iâll be keeping an eye on you, my favorite troublemakers! Iâll be back for the show!" With a final teasing wink, Peeves disappeared through the stone wall with a loud, echoing "Whee!"
You let out a deep sigh, your embarrassment palpable. Jungwon was rubbing his forehead in frustration, and Ni-ki simply looked amused, though there was a hint of irritation in his eyes.
"I swear, Peeves will be the death of us," Jungwon muttered, shaking his head as he turned back to you.
You couldn't help but laugh, despite everything.
And with that, the three of you slipped out of the alcove and hurried back toward the Slytherin common room, your heart still pounding from the close call.
The prank ended exactly how youâd expectedâutter chaos.
A horde of Gryffindors had been locked out of their common room for hours, their frustration echoing down the corridors. The Fat Lady was flustered beyond belief, huffing indignantly about how her painting had been âtampered with,â and the Gryffindor prefect was storming through the castle, barking out accusations with a vengeance.
McGonagallâs sharp eyes had swept through the Great Hall during dinner, suspicion evident in her expression as she tried to pinpoint the culprits. Somehow, though, by some miracle, you, Jungwon, and Ni-ki had remained completely unnoticed.
The three of you had kept your heads down and your poker faces on, acting as if you didnât have a single clue what had happened. You couldnât believe youâd gotten away with it. Again.
Which is exactly what you were currently discussing as you stood in Zonkoâs Joke Shop, watching Jungwon and Ni-ki carefully examine the shelves for their next batch of mischief supplies.
"I still donât understand how we werenât caught," you said, leaning casually against the display of dungbombs as you crossed your arms. "McGonagall knew something was up."
"Thatâs because weâre geniuses," Ni-ki said without looking up from the Extendable Ears he was inspecting. "Obviously."
You snorted. "Right, because geniuses trip over their own feet and nearly get us caught in the process."
"Hey!" Ni-ki turned to you with an exaggerated look of offense. "I saved us. My quick thinking is the only reason we got out of there alive."
"Your quick thinking?" Jungwon interjected, holding up a Puking Pastille for inspection. "Iâm pretty sure my plan got us through the whole thing. You just stood there looking like a lost Kneazle."
Ni-ki huffed and turned his attention back to the shelf. "Youâre both ungrateful. I should stop sharing my brilliance with you."
"Brilliance, huh?" you teased, smirking as you reached over to nudge him. "Thatâs what weâre calling it now?"
Ni-ki shot you a mock glare but didnât move away. In fact, he leaned into you more, resting his elbow lazily on your shoulder as if you were his personal armrest.
You tried to shrug him off. "Ni-ki, get off me. Iâm not furniture."
He grinned, leaning his weight on you even more. "But youâre so sturdy and reliable."
"Sturdy and reliable," you repeated flatly. "Thatâs it. Youâre banned from using me as a leaning post."
"You love it," he teased, winking at you.
Meanwhile, Jungwon was completely unbothered, now inspecting a box of Screaming Yo-yos. "Youâre letting him get away with that?" he said without looking up.
"Iâve given up," you replied, sighing dramatically.
"You shouldâve given up a long time ago," Jungwon said with a chuckle. Then, as if on cue, he reached over and started playing with a strand of your hair, twirling it between his fingers.
"Seriously?" you muttered, glancing between them.
Jungwon just smirked, not stopping as he held your gaze. "What? Iâm bored."
"You two are impossible," you grumbled, though you didnât actually make any effort to stop either of them. This was normal. It was just how things were.
As you scanned the shelves, you spotted a few products that caught your eye. Grinning mischievously, you a few different materials like a pack of Decoy Detonators.
"Thatâs what youâre going with?" Ni-ki asked, glancing at your choices.
"At least Iâm not taking twenty minutes to pick a single product," you shot back, raising an eyebrow at the two of them.
"Hey, these decisions are important," Jungwon said, tossing the Screaming Yo-yos into his own pile.
"Right," you said, rolling your eyes. "Because you totally need three different kinds of itching powder."
"Youâll thank us later," Ni-ki said confidently.
"Oh, Iâm sure," you replied dryly, though you couldnât help the small smile that tugged at your lips.
"Y/N," Ni-ki called dramatically, spinning toward you with a packet of Nose-Biting Teacups in his hand. "Do you think I should get this? Imagine serving tea to Professor Snape. A little nibble on the nose might do him some good."
You snorted. "Yeah, if you want to end up scrubbing cauldrons for the rest of the year. Iâm not covering for you if you actually go through with that."
"Donât lie. Youâd do it," he said, grinning as he nudged your side with his elbow.
"Youâd fold in two seconds if he gave you the look," Jungwon added, smirking as he placed a jar of Self-Inking Quills into his growing pile of products.
"Excuse me," you shot back, crossing your arms. "Iâve never folded. Unlike you two. Donât think I forgot about the time Snape caught you both in the Potions classroom after hours, and you blamed it on Peeves."
"That was a solid plan," Ni-ki argued, placing a hand on his chest like he was offended.
Jungwon snorted. "It wasnât a plan at all. You just blurted the first thing that came to your mind."
"And it worked," Ni-ki shot back defensively. "He didnât question it, did he?"
"Thatâs because Peeves actually caused a ruckus ten minutes later," you said, shaking your head.
Ni-ki grinned mischievously. "What can I say? Iâm lucky like that."
"Lucky, my foot," Jungwon muttered, shaking his head as he turned to you. "Be honestâwhoâs the bigger liability between the two of us?"
You paused, tilting your head as if you were seriously considering the question. "Do I have to pick just one? Because youâre both pretty equallyâ"
"Oi!" Ni-ki interrupted, poking your arm. "Traitor!"
Jungwon smirked, clearly enjoying your response. "I knew it. Weâre a team of liabilities. Perfect."
"Speak for yourselves," you retorted, pretending to brush off your clothes in mock pride. "Iâm the only one whoâs remotely responsible here."
"Responsible? You?" Ni-ki raised an eyebrow, feigning disbelief. "Letâs rewind to the time you accidentally lit a cauldron on fire in Charms class."
"That was one time," you argued, glaring at him. "And it wasnât my fault! Youâre the one whoâ"
"See?" Jungwon cut in, smirking as he held up a hand to stop you. "The cauldron was calling you a black sheep."
"More like the cauldron was calling me innocent," you quipped back, earning laughs from both of them.
Ni-ki slung an arm around your shoulders, grinning widely. "Youâre hilarious when youâre trying to defend yourself, you know that?"
You rolled your eyes but didnât shrug him off. "And youâre insufferable, but here we are."
"See? Thatâs why we like you," Jungwon said, giving you a small, playful smile as he tapped your forehead lightly with the end of a Decoy Detonator box.
You narrowed your eyes at him, reaching up to swat his hand away. "I feel so honored. Truly."
The three of you dissolved into laughter again, the teasing bouncing between you like a well-practiced routine.
"Alright, mischief-makers," you said finally, glancing at their overflowing piles of joke products. "Are we done here? Or are you planning to bankrupt yourselves buying the entire shop?"
Ni-ki grinned, holding up a box of Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder. "This? Totally worth going broke for."
"And this," Jungwon added, lifting a set of Decoy Detonators, "is going to make next week very interesting."
You did not doubt it.
That week was very interesting indeed. Not only did Ni-ki and Jungwon set up prank after prank, but they also enlisted Peeves in some of them, which turned everything more chaotic.
One day, they filled the Great Hall with floating soap bubbles that burst into confetti whenever they popped, sending the entire school into fits of laughter (or groans, depending on the person).
However, amidst the chaos, Ni-ki and Jungwon had forgotten a major thing: studying.
By the time they realized it, they were behind on a lot of assignments and homework in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Divination, Muggle Studies, and History of Magic. The weight of their neglected schoolwork loomed over them, and the urgency to catch up finally hit.
So, what did they do to catch up? Well, they obviously asked you for help! You, who were currently in the library, reading up on Arithmancy.
You were deeply engrossed in your book when you heard footsteps approaching. Glancing up, you saw Ni-ki and Jungwon, looking sheepish and a bit desperate.
ây/n! Our sweet little genius prodigy,â Ni-ki started, sliding into the seat across from you. Jungwon took the seat next to him, both of them looking at you with pleading eyes.
âYes?â you replied, raising an eyebrow. You had a feeling you knew where this was going.
âWe need your help,â Jungwon admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. âWeâre really behind on our assignments. Like, really behind.â
You sighed, closing your book and giving them both a stern look. âYou know, if you spent half as much time studying as you do planning pranks, you wouldnât be in this mess.â
Ni-ki pouted. âBut studying isnât nearly as fun.â
âMaybe not,â you conceded, âbut itâs kind of necessary if you donât want to fail.â
âWe know,â Jungwon said quickly. âThatâs why weâre here. Youâre the best at all of this stuff, and we need your help to catch up. Please?â
You looked between the two of them, their eyes wide with genuine desperation.
âAlright,â you said finally after a moment, earning relieved smiles from both of them. âIâll help you. But this means no more pranks for a while. Deal?â
âDeal,â they chorused eagerly.
âOkay then,â you said, pulling out your notes and books. âLetâs get to work.â
For the next several hours, you worked with Ni-ki and Jungwon, helping them catch up on their assignments. You explained concepts, went over notes, and even quizzed them to make sure they understood the material. It was a long process, but by the end of the day, they had made significant progress.
"Youâre a miracle worker, honeydrop. Weâd probably be in detention without you." Jungwon chuckled, shoving his parchment into his bag.
"Probably?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Okay, definitely," he corrected with a sheepish grin.
"Just donât expect me to do this every time," you warned, standing up and gathering your things. "Next time, youâre on your own."
Ni-ki threw an arm around your shoulders as you walked out of the library together. "Sure, sure. Whatever you say, doll."
You rolled your eyes at the casual nickname, though you didnât bother shrugging his arm offâit was just his way of being overly familiar. âIâm serious. If I catch you two sneaking off to pull another prank before youâve finished at least one essay, Iâm not helping you anymore.â
âDuly noted,â Ni-ki replied smoothly, though his grin said otherwise. He squeezed your shoulder playfully. âBut you have to admit, life would be so boring without us.â
âBoring?â you shot back, looking up at him incredulously. âIâd actually have time to focus on my own work without you two dragging me into whatever chaos youâve cooked up.â
Jungwon laughed softly from your other side. âOh, come on. You love it. Admit it. Deep down, youâd miss us if we left you alone for more than a day.â
You didnât answer immediately, instead giving them a sidelong glance. âMaybe Iâd miss the pranks more,â you teased, earning matching gasps of mock offense from both boys.
Ni-ki stopped in his tracks, clutching his chest dramatically. âOuch. Right in the heart, doll.â
Jungwon smirked, tilting his head. âSheâs lying. Look at herâsheâs smiling. Thatâs the face of someone who couldnât survive without us.â
You rolled your eyes but couldnât suppress the small grin tugging at your lips. âIf youâre trying to flatter yourselves, youâre doing a terrible job.â
Ni-ki leaned closer, his face just a little too smug. âWe donât need to flatter ourselves, doll. We know weâre your favorite people in the world.â
âFavorite headaches, maybe,â you retorted, shoving his arm off your shoulders. He stumbled back, laughing, while Jungwon gave you an approving nod.
âSheâs catching on,â Jungwon said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. âSoon enough, sheâll be the one dragging us into trouble.â
You snorted. âNot likely. Iâve already got my hands full with you two.â
The next few days were oddly peaceful, given the usual chaos that surrounded Ni-ki and Jungwon. You found yourself spending more time in the library with them, helping them catch up on homework, and surprisingly, they actually stayed focusedâmost of the time. Though, that didnât stop them from sneaking in their usual brand of teasing. Because they kept finding ways to distract you. Ni-ki, as usual, was the first to break the silence.
"You're pretty good at this stuff, huh?" he murmured, stretching lazily beside you. His hand casually brushed against your thigh, and he rested his arm there like it was the most normal thing in the world. "How come you're so smart and yet still hang out with us? Makes no sense."
You glanced at him, trying to keep your cool. "I don't mind," you answered, your voice surprisingly steady despite how flustered his touch was making you. "Besides, someone has to keep you two in check."
Jungwon, who had been silently working on his own homework beside you, suddenly lifted his head. His soft exhale brushed against your neck as he settled his face there, huffing dramatically. "Ugh, Herbology is impossible. How do you even remember all these plants and their properties? Itâs like a nightmare." He whined, his voice muffled against your skin.
You stiffened at his proximity, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. "I don't know," you muttered, trying to ignore the way his body pressed against yours. "I just study."
"Yeah, but youâre really good at it," Jungwon murmured, not moving away. He let his lips brush against your neck for a moment, and you could feel your face heat up instantly.
Meanwhile, Ni-ki hadn't missed the opportunity. He leaned even closer, his hand subtly shifting on your thigh as he whispered, "We should study more with you. You make it so fun."
You shot him a warning glance, but he just grinned back, unbothered. "Youâre making me sound like a distraction, you know," you said, trying to focus on your notes again, though your concentration was rapidly slipping away.
Jungwon grinned against your neck. "Oh, you are a distraction. But you're a good kind of distraction."
Before you could protest, Ni-ki leaned in closer, resting his head on your shoulder with a dramatic sigh. "Weâre your favorite chaos, right?" he said, his voice teasing but sincere.
Despite the flurry of butterflies in your stomach, you couldnât help but smile. "You two are definitely something," you said, trying to sound unaffected even as your heart raced. "But I really need to get this done."
You really tried to ignore the two heads resting against your shoulders, but that was an impossible task. Ni-kiâs breath was warm against your skin, and his hand was still resting on your thigh, now with an almost casual possessiveness. Jungwon, on the other hand, was so close his soft exhalations tickled the nape of your neck, and his cheek was pressed lightly against yours as he hummed in contentment.
Despite your best efforts to focus on your work, it was becoming increasingly difficult. The pages in front of you blurred as your heart rate picked up. The library now felt suffocating, and you realized that it wasnât just the assignment that had your attentionâit was the way they were both so close, almost invading your space in a way that made it impossible to concentrate.
"Are you actually going to study?" Ni-ki murmured, his voice low and teasing, but you could hear the undercurrent of something more in it. His fingers shifted slightly, brushing your leg in a way that made you stiffen, but you didnât pull away. You were almost too aware of how your body reacted to them.
Jungwon, seemingly oblivious to your internal turmoil, nuzzled closer against your neck, his soft, slow breaths doing nothing to help you stay calm. âI think Iâm helping you study,â he said in that playful tone of his, making you shiver. âUs being this close will help you focus, right?â
Your pulse quickened at the thought. You hadnât been aware of the shifting dynamic until nowâof how their subtle touches, the way they leaned into you, seemed to be becoming more than just playful teasing. Every little move felt like an invitation for more, and you were quickly losing the battle to stay composed.
"Guys," you said, attempting to sound stern, though the breathlessness in your voice betrayed you. "Youâre making it impossible to study like this."
They didnât move. They didnât even respond with words, but you could feel the weight of their attention on you. Ni-kiâs grip on your thigh tightened slightly, and Jungwon pressed his nose gently against your underjaw, both of them silently daring you to pull away.
But you didnât. And that was what surprised you the mostâhow you didnât mind the closeness, how you didnât want to push them away.
"Maybe we can help you concentrate in other ways," Ni-ki whispered, his voice lowering with an edge of amusement, and you could feel him grinning against your skin.
You let out a shaky breath, knowing that with them, studying was the last thing you were going to accomplish today.
They were like two koalas clinging to you, making it so hard to think clearly. Every time you shifted, Ni-ki would let out a soft sigh, his fingers grazing your thigh, and Jungwon would press his face more firmly into the crook of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.
Your handwriting became more erratic as you tried to force yourself to write, but your focus kept drifting back to them, they were distracting in the best and worst way. You tried to shift slightly, attempting to get some space, but instead, they just adjusted and got even closer.
"Youâre really not gonna study, are you?" Ni-ki's voice was a low tease, his chin now resting on your shoulder as he looked at your textbook with a mock frown. His fingers tracing little patterns against your thigh.
Jungwon, still in his spot on your neck, let out a small hum of agreement. "I think weâre doing more for your concentration than you give us credit for."
You were about to protest, but then Jungwon shifted slightly, brushing his lips against your ear as he murmured, "Youâre so tense. Are we making you nervous?" His voice was soft, but the way he said it made your pulse quicken. You could practically feel the smirk on his lips.
Ni-ki chuckled at your reaction, the sound vibrating through his chest. "Youâre cute when you try to act unaffected." His hand squeezed your thigh gently, adding more heat to the already overwhelming situation.
It was getting hard to think, let alone focus on your homework. You couldnât deny how their touches made your heart race, how the closeness felt different than it ever had before. You were surrounded by themâso close, so intimate in a way that felt almost too personal, yet you couldnât bring yourself to move them off.
Instead, you sighed, giving up on trying to study. "You two are unbelivable," you muttered, but there was no real heat in your words. They were both too close, too comfortable, and the way they looked at you, the way they made you feel, left you unsure if you wanted them to stop.
Ni-ki grinned at your words, his hand moving slowly up your leg. "Good, weâre making progress," he teased, leaning in close. "You needed a break anyway."
Jungwon, now pulling away just enough to meet your gaze, smiled warmly. "Weâll help you out. Maybe not with homework, but definitely with...other things."
As they both made themselves even more comfortable, you were stuck between wanting to push them away and wanting to stay right where you were.
You had no idea what had gotten into them, but you also werenât quite sure what had gotten into you. They had always been the ones to tease and be touchy, but now, as they both clung to you, you realized you could play alongâmaybe even enjoy it. Without thinking too much, you let the playful side of you take over.
You moved just slightly, letting your fingers brush against Ni-kiâs arm as you leaned back into him, and before he could respond, you slid your hand down to his wrist, just enough to make him pause. He looked at you, slightly taken aback by the sudden shift in dynamics. His usual confident smirk faltered for just a second before he recovered, but you could tell he wasnât expecting it.
You smiled innocently back, leaning into Jungwon next, letting your fingers trace along his jawline with a teasing touch. His breath hitched ever so slightly, his eyes locking with yours, and you saw the flustered warmth creeping up his neck. He leaned into your touch, just like he had done with you so many times before, but now you could feel him melt under your fingertips.
"Guess weâre not the only ones getting touchy, huh?" Ni-ki teased, his voice light, but there was a nervous edge to it now as his breath caught when you moved your hand to his shoulder, massaging it lightly.
Jungwon, still resting against you, let out a shaky laugh, but his voice was softer, almost breathless. "Youâre really enjoying this, arenât you?"
You raised an eyebrow, keeping your hand on his chest for a moment, letting your fingers play with the fabric of his shirt. "Youâre the ones who started it," you said, your voice low and playful, but with an underlying challenge in it.
You felt their reactions before you even saw them clearlyâthe way their breaths became more shallow, the way their eyes widened with surprise and something else.
Ni-kiâs lips parted as you moved your hand lower, and you noticed his usual teasing grin soften into something more real. He didnât know how to respond to this change in the atmosphere, and for a moment, you reveled in the power of it. Jungwon, too, was a little quieter now, his hand moving to rest on your other thigh, fingers just brushing lightly, as if he wasnât quite sure how to act but didnât want to pull away either.
They were both flustered, unsure of how to navigate the space youâd suddenly put them in. You could feel them melt under your touch, their usual confidence slipping away with each movement you made. You had the power now, and it was a strange feelingâseeing them both so lost in this little game you were playing.
"Well?" you asked, a playful smirk tugging at your lips as you leaned back into them. "Arenât you two gonna study? Or am i too distracting?"
Ni-ki chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, his usual charm faltering just slightly. "Guess weâve got some competition now."
Jungwon, on the other hand, gave a soft sigh, his face flushed. "I think we might be in over our heads."
You had the upper hand now.
And you took full advantage of it.
After that day in the library, you couldnât help but notice how completely Jungwon and Ni-ki would fall into your rhythm. They were practically putty in your hands. Every touch, no matter how small, sent them into a flurry of reactionsâflushed cheeks, quiet sighs, soft whines when you werenât paying attention to them. Theyâd melt at even the smallest gesture from you. Whether it was brushing their arm casually or stealing a glance, it was as if they couldnât get enough. Every ounce of attention you gave them, they greedily soaked it up, and you relished in that power, in knowing you could make them act this way. Knowing you were the only person that could make them act this way.
They were so used to being the ones in control, but now it seemed they couldnât stop themselves from doing whatever you wanted. It was almost comical how quickly they fell into line, but also a little thrilling. You were the one holding the strings now, and they seemed perfectly content to follow wherever you led.
And of course, your friends had noticed. You weren't sure how you didn't see it earlier, but Yuna, Hannie, Karina, Yujin, and Leeseo had all caught on. Theyâd managed to sneak you away from Jungwon and Ni-ki one afternoon, a tactic you recognized as them giving you a moment of peace away from them.
You sat in a quiet corner of the courtyard with them, all of them looking at you with knowing grins, their eyes twinkling with mischief and curiosity.
âSo,â Yuna began, leaning forward with an exaggerated whisper, âspill. Whatâs going on between you and those two?â
Hannie smirked, arms crossed, âYeah, you've got them wrapped around your finger. Itâs so obvious.â
You blinked, suddenly feeling put on the spot. âI donât know what you mean,â you said, trying to sound nonchalant, but your heart skipped a beat. Were they really so obvious?
Leeseo leaned in, her voice playful. âCome on, donât pretend. Jungwon and Ni-ki have been practically following you around like lost pets. Itâs cute, but weâre curious. Whatâs going on?â
Karina raised an eyebrow. âDidnât think you had it in you, honestly. Those two are impossible to keep up with. But somehow, youâve got them so... docile.â
You let out a breath, finally breaking into a sheepish smile. âIt just kind of... happened. They started getting clingy, and I just played along. And now? I donât know. Theyâre just... there.â
Yujin grinned, tapping her fingers on the table. âYou know, theyâve been doing everything you say. I saw Ni-ki nearly burn his potions notes because you told him to stop distracting you. Itâs like watching a puppy trying to be obedient.â
Hannie chuckled. âSo, theyâre melting under your touch, huh?â
You couldnât help the blush creeping onto your face as the realization hit you. âMaybe,â you muttered, feeling a little embarrassed, but also a little proud.
âAre you sure itâs just them being clingy?â Yuna asked, her tone teasing. âI mean, theyâve been following you around for years.â
You sighed, looking around at your friendsâ grinning faces, knowing you couldnât get away with playing innocent anymore. âI guess... maybe I do. But itâs not like Iâm doing it on purpose. They justâ"
âThey just canât resist you,â Karina finished for you, smirking. âCome on, donât act like you havenât noticed.â
It was clear your friends were having way too much fun with this, but honestly, you werenât sure if you could deny it any longer. Youâd noticed how they seemed to change when they were around you. Jungwon would act like he couldnât wait to do anything you asked, and Ni-ki? Heâd become all soft and affectionate, which was unlike him.
âItâs okay, though,â Yujin said, her voice light. âWeâre not judging you. We just want to know when youâre finally going to admit it.â
You raised your hands in mock surrender. âFine, fine. Maybe I have a little bit of power over them. But Iâm not making a big deal out of it.â
They all laughed, clearly not believing you. You were probably just as entertained as they were by how much you could get away with. But as you looked at the amused faces around you, you also felt a little something stir in your chest. A strange mix of pride and something else.
You were, without a doubt, in control of the situation now. But what you didnât know was just how much longer that power would last before things got a little... more complicated.
And it did get complicated.
Before, they had been clingy, constantly around you, leaning on you, making their presence known. But now? Now, they were acting possessive. Theyâd follow you everywhere, make sure they were always by your side, and the glares they shot at any male student who got too close to you? Intense. It wasnât just playful teasing anymore. It was like they were marking their territory without saying a word.
And thatâs when it hit you.
All of this? It wasnât just the usual chaos and fun. They liked you. They had to. No one acts like this unless they do.
But you werenât sure. Not completely. You needed confirmation. And the best way to confirm a suspicion like this? Youâd seen it done before in the most dramatic waysâjealousy. If they were really into you, you were certain they wouldnât just sit back and let you spend time with someone else. They'd react, and youâd get your answer.
So, with that thought in mind, you decided to test this theory. What better way to do that than to make them confess in a fit of jealousy?
You didnât want to hurt anyone, of course, but it was the only way to make sure. And you wouldnât have to do it alone, which is where your two male friends, Jeongin and Jaehyun, came in. You trusted them, and they owed you a favor or two after all the times youâd helped them in the past.
The plan was simpleâat least, in theory. You'd spend some time with Jeongin and Jaehyun, just enough to make Jungwon and Ni-ki notice. You knew theyâd be watching. They always were, especially since the two of them had started acting this way. And once they did? Well, that would be when the fireworks started.
You carefully explained everything to Jeongin and Jaehyun, who both agreed to help you. They were on board, teasing you about how entertaining it would be to see how Jungwon and Ni-ki would react. Jeongin even joked that he could make them both "lose their minds." You werenât sure if he was joking or not, but you were counting on him to keep it lighthearted.
The next day, the plan was set into motion. Youâd intentionally sit next to Jeongin and Jaehyun in the grandhall, laughing at their jokes and engaging in casual conversation. You knew Jungwon and Ni-ki would be nearby, watching closely, their eyes following your every move. And, sure enough, the second you laughed too loud or shared a casual touch with Jeongin, you saw the shift.
Ni-ki's smirk faltered for a second before he looked away, crossing his arms tightly, his eyes narrowing. Jungwon was no betterâhis gaze had turned blank, his usually demeanor replaced by something else. The tension between the two of them was palpable, and you had to fight to keep a straight face.
As the evening wore on, the moments between you and Jeongin and Jaehyun became more exaggerated. You laughed louder, leaned closer, and gave Jeongin a playful push when he made a joke. Your heart raced with anticipation.
Sure enough, when you glanced over at Jungwon and Ni-ki, both of them were practically burning holes into you with their eyes. Jungwon was glaring at Jeongin, his jaw clenched, while Ni-ki was burning a hole in the wall in front of him.
The more you pushed, the more you noticed them getting restless. Ni-ki shifted in his seat, throwing a glance at Jungwon as if silently confirming that neither of them was happy with the situation. It was working.
But now, the hardest partâwaiting.
You watched as they tried to play it cool, but every time youâd interact with Jeongin or Jaehyun, you could feel their eyes on you, and it became harder to pretend you werenât aware of how they were watching.
Finally, when they were getting up to leave, Jeongin bumped into Ni-ki, giving him a playful smile and a casual, âExcuse me, mate,â before turning and walking away with Jaehyun.
That was when it all came to a head. You had just turned to leave the Grandhall when you felt two hands grip your wrist, pulling you back.
You turned to find Jungwon standing in front of you, his expression no longer calm. It was frustrated, a little wild, and it was clear he wasnât happy.
âDid you have to do that?â he asked, his voice lower than usual, like he was trying to keep his cool but was failing miserably.
Ni-ki was right behind him, arms crossed, his eyes flicking from you to Jungwon and back. âYeah,â he added, his voice tight. âWhatâs with you and them?â
You swallowed, keeping your composure. âWhat do you mean?â
âCut the act,â Jungwon shot back, stepping a little closer, his hands clenched at his sides. âWe both know what youâre doing.â
Your heart raced. There it was. You wanted them to say it. You wanted them to admit it, to confess how they felt.
âYou two... are acting like children,â you said lightly, trying to keep your voice calm despite the whirlwind in your chest. âYou know that, right?â
Ni-kiâs face twitched as he stepped forward. âWeâre not the ones acting like that,â he muttered, his voice a mix of frustration and something else you couldnât place. âYouâre the one making us jealous.â
You smiled to yourself, the satisfaction bubbling up. The tension was finally broken, and now... all you had to do was wait for them to confess.
âOkay, whatâs the big problem?â you asked, your voice calm but firm. âWhy are you two acting like this?â
The words hung in the air, and for a long moment, neither of them said anything. They exchanged a quick, sharp glance, almost as if they were having a silent conversation.
Finally, Jungwon let out a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. He glared at the ground for a moment before looking up at you, his usual dimpled smile nowhere to be found.
âWeâre not acting like this for no reason,â he started, his voice tense. âYou think weâre just jealous for no reason?â
Ni-ki stepped forward then, his eyes searching yours. âWeâre jealous,â he muttered, a bit of anger still lingering in his tone. âBut itâs not just about Jaehyun, or you hanging out with Jeongin. Itâs... you.â
You blinked, surprised. "Me?"
Jungwon shot him a look but then quickly turned back to you, his voice lowering, barely above a whisper. "We like you. We both do. And yeah, itâs frustrating seeing you with other people when we... weâve been wanting to say something for a while now."
Ni-ki nodded, his usual smirk replaced by a more earnest expression. âWeâre... weâre seriously into you, and itâs driving us crazy watching you get close to anyone else.â
Your heart skipped a beat, the realization settling in as you stared at them. It wasnât just a theory anymore. They really did like you.
âYou two... really?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, your mind racing as everything clicked into place.
Jungwon sighed, a small, frustrated laugh escaping him. "Yeah, really. Youâre smart, youâre fun, and you make everything less... boring. But we didnât know how to say it, okay? Weâre not used to this kind of thing."
Ni-ki grinned nervously, his usual confidence returning in small doses. "And I guess we were trying to make you notice. Not the best way, but it worked, didnât it?"
You couldnât help but smile, a little overwhelmed by the admission. The teasing and the possessivenessâit was all a roundabout way of showing how they felt, even if it was a bit chaotic.
âI... didnât expect this,â you admitted, your voice quiet. âI thought it was just you guys being, well, you.â
Jungwon raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a slight smirk. "And you didnât think we could actually be serious? Weâve been serious this whole time, just... not very good at showing it."
You couldnât help but laugh softly, the tension lifting as the realization hit you fully. âSo, what now?â
Ni-ki stepped closer, his hand brushing lightly against yours as he looked at you with hope and uncertainty. âWell, we could start by not acting like children, and maybe... go on a real date sometime?â
Jungwonâs eyes softened, as he glanced at Ni-ki and then back at you. "Yeah, what he said. Weâd like to take you out, properly. No pranks or anything."
You nodded, your heart racing in a way it hadnât before. âI think that sounds good.â
--
The next day, you found yourself sitting in the Slytherin common room, the warmth of the fire crackling. The scent of hot chocolate in the air, the creamy drink topped with fluffy marshmallowsâjust the perfect comfort on a chilly evening. You were nestled between Jungwon and Ni-ki, both of them flanking you with matching sly smirks, looking too cute in their comfy clothes and the trio socks that you all had somehow decided to get together during one of your Hogsmeade visits.
Ni-ki was playfully nudging you, trying to steal the last marshmallow, and Jungwon had his arm casually draped over the back of the couch, but his focus was clearly on you.
âSeriously, youâre hogging the sweets,â Ni-ki teased, leaning in close to you, his breath warm against your cheek. âWe should get moreââ
âOnly if you share them,â Jungwon interrupted, raising an eyebrow with a smirk. âIâm not letting you eat them all.â
The two of them went back and forth in their usual playful manner, but this time it felt different. You were caught between them, nestled comfortably in the middle as they leaned closer to you.
Then, as if in sync, they both paused, their teasing grins melting into something softer. Ni-kiâs eyes were unusually warm, and Jungwonâs expression was full of affection.
âYou know,â Ni-ki whispered, his voice low but sincere, âwe love you.â
Jungwon nodded in agreement, his hand gently brushing against yours as he leaned in. âYeah. We love you,â he repeated, his voice just above a murmur.
Before you could even respond, they both kissed your cheeksâNi-ki on one side, Jungwon on the otherâand you froze for a moment, the gentle pressure of their lips leaving you breathless.
Your heart raced in your chest, and for a moment, you felt like you were floating. Their love made you feel safe, cherished, and incredibly happy.
You looked between the two of them, a smile tugging at your lips as you met their gazes. âI love you both, too,â you whispered.
You could see the light in both Jungwon and Ni-kiâs eyes flicker with pure happiness at your confession. They were both too stunned for a moment, leaving you the perfect opportunity to tease them.
Smiling mischievously, you shifted slightly so that you were closer to both of them. "Well," you began, resting your chin on Jungwon's shoulder while your hand found Ni-kiâs arm, "I guess that means you're both officially stuck with me now." You smirked, letting the words sink in, and watched as both of their faces softened.
Ni-ki rolled his eyes but grinned, leaning into you. âYou make it sound like weâre not already stuck with you,â he teased, but you could feel his breath hitch slightly when you wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him closer.
Jungwon, who had been staring at you, blinked before leaning in as well. âYeah, like thereâs any way weâd want to get rid of you,â he said with a playful huff.
You took advantage of their playful words and pulled them both into a tight cuddle, which caused them both let out small, surprised noises as you enveloped them in your grip, holding them firmly.
âNow, now,â you teased, âyou two are so easy to fold, arenât you?â You could feel their shoulders relax as they practically molded to your side.
Ni-ki groaned, but there was no real protest in his voice. âYouâre too comfy, stop making us weak,â he muttered, and you could practically feel him sinking into your embrace as if he couldnât escape even if he tried. His body was warm against yours, and you could tell that he didnât mind at all.
Jungwonâs head tipped slightly back to rest against yours, his face softening. âYouâre not gonna let us go, are you?â he asked with a half-smile, looking at you from the corner of his eye.
âNope,â you answered firmly, enjoying the way their defenses crumbled under your touch. âYou two are officially my cuddle buddies. And I think you both secretly love it.â
They both huffed, but there was no denying the way they leaned even further into you, practially melting into the cuddle. You couldnât help but smile as you felt their breathing slow.
But the peace didn`t last when you suddenly felt a soft breath against your neck. It was Jungwon, his lips barely grazing your skin. Before you could react, Ni-kiâs lips followed suit, brushing against the opposite side of your neck.
A shiver ran through you at the unexpected warmth, and you gasped, your body tensing for just a moment before you settled back into their hold. They both hummed in response, clearly enjoying the effect they were having on you.
Jungwonâs kiss was gentle, his lips lingering a little longer, sending a spark of warmth straight to your chest. Ni-ki, on the other hand, kissed your neck with a more playful edge, his lips trailing soft, teasing touches as he moved closer to you.
âRelax,â Jungwon whispered against your skin, his breath sending a wave of goosebumps across your body. His hand gently brushed your hair back, before his lips returned to the delicate spot just under your ear.
Ni-ki, still clinging to you, pressed his lips closer to your neck, his touch light yet insistent. âYouâre making this too easy,â he murmured, his voice full of teasing affection.
You could barely suppress the shiver that ran through you, as you felt their kisses deepen, both of them so close, almost impossibly close.
âStop,â you gasped between breaths, though you couldnât bring yourself to push them away. âYouâre going toââ
âGoing to what?â Ni-ki interrupted, his lips curling into a smirk against your skin. âMake you melt into our arms? Too late for that.â
Jungwonâs laugh was a soft, comforting sound, his lips now trailing further down your neck, leaving a warm, tingling path in their wake. He didnât say anything, but you could feel his smile against your skin as he pulled you even closer.
Both of them were still so clingy, but you didnât mind. In fact, you enjoyed it. You enjoyed how they both seemed to seek you out.
âYou two really know how to make a girl weak,â you muttered with a soft laugh.
âAnd weâll keep doing it,â Jungwon replied. âAs long as you let us.â
You were completely okay with that.
Just then, from the stone wall, Peeves' head popped out. His grin was even wider this time, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he hovered before the three of you.
"I knew it!" Peeves cackled, his voice echoing through the common room. "I knew you three would end up together! It was just too perfect not to work out! Look at you, all tangled up in each other, the chaosâitâs meant to be!" He floated closer, eyes twinkling with glee as he looked at you, Jungwon, and Ni-ki. "Oh, you canât fool me. You all make such a lovely little trio!"
You all paused, exchanging a glance. There was no point in arguing with Peevesâhe was insufferable but often right in his own ridiculous way. With a collective sigh, you all decided to just humor him.
Jungwon rolled his eyes, but a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Oh, sure, Peeves. You figured us out," he said dryly, trying not to let Peeves get the best of him.
Ni-ki raised an eyebrow, his hand holding yours tightly. "Guess youâre not wrong," he said with a teasing grin. "But, really, did you have to show up like this? You're making it harder to pretend we donât get along."
Peeves just giggled, enjoying every second of this. "Oh, but itâs too much fun to watch! You three are like a puzzle that finally clicked into place. And I knew I'd be the one to see it first!" He floated around you in a circle, his laughter loud and echoing. "Donât worry, I wonât ruin it for youâyet. But Iâll be watching. Oh yes, Iâll be watching!"
With one final, exaggerated wink, Peeves disappeared back into the stone wall, his laughter still lingering in the air. You sighed and turned back to Jungwon and Ni-ki, who were both looking at you with affectionate smiles.
"Well, that was... something," you said, trying to shake off the awkwardness.
Jungwon nodded. "Yeah, but Peeves is right about one thing. Weâre not going anywhere."
Ni-ki squeezed your hand. "Not ever."
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LIMERENCE PT 2 [tasm!peter parker x reader
pairings: tasm!peter parker x reader
part 1
warning(s): dub/non consensual (reader is drunk and drunk people cannot give consent), terribly written smut (i'm a virgin i'm sorry, I have no idea what goes on actually in the bed), oral (fem receiving), drinking, drunk reader, overstimulation, everyone is 18+ here lemme know if I missed any
If you don't want to see my dark stories in the future please block the tag #madi: dark content
A/n: I'm sorry this took a whole ass while, it's probs 90% story and 10% smut. Like it's probs shit, the smut's the reason why I couldn't finish this sooner because I had no idea where it was going. Also tried to write 2012 slang, idk if it even sounds right. don't steal any of the shit I've written or else I'm going to turn you into Victoria Heyes from terrifier â¤ď¸đŤś/srs
Peter shuffled in his sleep. Tossing and turning. Sleep never found him, how could it? He did something so unforgivable. Having an obsession with someone who barely acknowledges your existence is one thing, but sneaking into her house, completely crossing every single line, and then jerking off to the scent of your panties while imagining you on top of him, riding him as you creamed his cock with your cum.
The air felt heavy and there was an almost stifling silence in his small bedroom, while his mind worked in the manner of a broken machine, looping thoughts.
Every single thing about you â your laugh, the spark in your eyes when you spoke of something you loved, the way you uttered his name â his mind kept replaying like a broken record. Each one felt as fresh as if it had just taken place a moment ago, and each one pulled at something deep within his chest.
He had spent years arguing with himself about what he was doing. He told himself that viewing you from a distance was merely innocent fascination, a little crush. But that had been a lie. What he had done the night before, sneaking into your room was not a mistake; it was a deliberate decision.
Peter was filled with doubts, a regular person would call him lovesick, a creep even. Is she really worth it? Peter admits something he'd been avoiding for a while.
He wanted you.
Not as a classmate. Not as a partner for a stupid project. He wanted you in a way that was raw and desperate and consuming. Oh, he wanted you to look at him the way you look at the rest of the world with trust, with affection, with the same ease that made you laugh at his dumb jokes.
The realization hit him hard. The weight of it sank into his chest like a boulder, but there was a rush of something else too-something darker, more intoxicating.
Peter sat up abruptly, there's only one way or another, heart hammering as he snatched up his phone. Tapping out a quick message, he did so with trembling hands.
"Hey, u free 2nite? Was thinkin maybe we could finish the proj & grab dinner after. My treat. :)"
He stared at the screen, his thumb hovered over the send button. The fear crept back in, whispering in the back of his mind. What if she thought he was crazy? What if she rejected me outright? What if everything he'd built up in his head came crashing down?
Many thoughts crowded his mind, neither of them was good
As he stared at the text, his finger quivered. His stomach tightening in knots. The reply was already forming in his mindâwould you say yes? Or perhaps he was weird for asking, for suggesting anything other than school?
But what if he didn't ask? What if he kept on pretending that this crush wasn't eating him up from the inside?
I've got to do this; he tried to steady his breath. This would never come again.
Deep breath and then Peter clicked "send."
Time seemed to stretch into eternity. His mind was racing, spinning out into the worst-case scenarios. You could just say no or even laugh it off and tell him it wasn't a good idea. It's a biology project, after all. That's what it was supposed to beâright?
That crumbled page of biology scraps lay on his desk as evidence of the project you both were working on. It was supposed to be a simple collaboration, probably will last for a few weeks if he was lucky, and then he'd just go back to being invisible to you.
But he didn't want to go back to being invisible.
He sat there at the edge of the bed, hunched over in an awkward position, his elbows rested on the stretched knees, and he stared his phone, convinced that at any moment it would leave his grip. He had typed the message, the own words glowing brighter as he waited.
He had redone it like at least a dozen times, but all versions felt way too casual to too formal. His current message was just right; friendly, innocent enough but still an invite.
What if you think it is strange? What if you don't even reply at all?
He shook his head to stabilize his breathing. It's alright, he told himself. His not asking for something crazy. It's only a dinner.
But it wasn't just a dinner. It was the convergence of years of quiet yearning, stolen glances, and missed opportunities. This was the first real step toward something more, if only he could find the courage to take it.
He shunned his phone flat on the bed thinking that might ease the tension in his chest, but it didn't. His heart raced as seconds ticked by on the clock, each second feeling like an eternally long wait.
What if you didn't reply?
What if you did?
His thoughts were interrupted abruptly as his phone buzzed.
He grabbed it with trembling hands.
"Sure! I'm totally in. Where r we meeting? 7?"
He read the message over and over again: You're saying yes. Relief was an actual weight that was just lifted as disbelief flooded him as he blinked at the screen, rereading the message to make sure it hadn't been imagined.
For a moment, he allowed himself to smile, but it quickly disappeared. Now that he got the answer, a different kind of panic struck.
What happens next?
"Yea 7âs cool, Iâll pick u up @ ur place"
He looked up at the clock-6:30. In thirty minutes, he needed to get ready. Thirty minutes within which he needed to figure out how not to screw this one up completely.
Peter fell out of his chair and quickly rifled through his closet for something fresh and unique that didn't look like it had just been thrown on five minutes ago. His room was strung out in a mess of hoodies and T-shirts that didn't do any good as he tried on piece after piece-each feeling wrong.
"Relax," he murmured at himself while gazing at his reflection in the mirror. Hi hair looked like he just crawled out from under the bed, his face was red, and no matter how many adjustments he attempted on the clothes, he still looked like the awkward kid he'd always been.
Peter raced around his pod-sized room in search of a shirt that didn't scream "high school loser." The bed was a battlefield littered with crumpled hoodies, a checkered flannel, even his Midtown Science Academy T-shirt.
"Peter?" Aunt May's curious sounding voice called out from the hallway.
"Yeah?" he shouted back while looking through his closet and listening.
"Why does it sound like a tornado hit your room? Are you okay in there?"
Peter groaned and threw another hoodie onto the pile he was amassing on the bed. "I'm fine!"
The creaky door slammed open a moment later, and Aunt May peeked her head in. Her sharp eyes traveled the disaster area that was his room, from the piles of clothes, and even down to the one sneaker he was wearing.
"Uh-huh. Fine." She crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe. "What's all this about? A wardrobe crisis?"
He sighed at her and rubbed the back of his neck. "Nothing serious, okay? I just⌠I'm going out."
May raised an eyebrow as her lips twitched as if trying hard not to smile. "Going out? As in⌠on a date?"
"What? No!" Peter's voice shot up as he spun around, waving his hands. "It's not a date! It's just dinner. For a project. With a friend."
By now, she wasn't even trying to hide her grin. "A 'friend,' huh? Is this the same 'friend' you've been talking about nonstop since this biology project started?"
"I don't talk about her nonstop!" protested Peter, turning into a shade of tomato. "Oh, you definitely do," Uncle Ben countered from outside the hallway and into the room, sporting the knowing smirk of someone who has heard too much. "Half the time, it's, 'Oh, she's so smart,' and the other half is, 'She's so good at this lab thing.'" He said with a dreamy tone
"Okay, okay, so I get it!" he groaned while burying his face in his hands. "Can we not do this now?"
Ben laughed and slapped Peter on the shoulder. âRelax, kid. We are just teasing, and you've got this.â
May walked into the room and picked up one of the forgotten shirts from the bed. Holding it up, she said, "What is wrong with this? Nice but casual, not slobby."
Peter squinted at it. "It's tooâI don't know; plain?"
"Plain is better than looking as if you are trying too hard," she said, tossing it to him.
Uncle Ben nodded sagely. "It's right." "You don't want to go full tuxedo on a firstâuh, not a date," he added quickly, holding up his hands when Peter glared at him.
Peter huffed but pulled the shirt over his head anyway. "You two are the worst," he muttered, though his tone lacked any real bite.
May smiled and reached out, smoothing the collar of his shirt. "We are not the worst. We are just proud of you. It's good to see you putting yourself out there."
"I'm notâ," Peter began, but Ben cut him off.
"You are," Ben said firmly. "That's a good thing. Just be yourself, Pete. If she's as great as you say she is, she'll see what we see, a smart, kind, slightly awkward but very lovable kid."
Peter's face burned. "Yea, you really know how to give a pep talk."
"Hey, it worked, didn't it?" Ben fired back with a grin.
May handed Peter his second sneaker. "Here. Don't forget this, unless you're planning to really impress her with your one-shoe look."
Peter rolled his eyes but could not quite hide the grin that crept onto his lips. "Thanks, Aunt May."
So Ben called after him as he grabbed his jacket and headed for the door. "And remember, kidâItalian places usually give you breadsticks first. Don't fill up before the main course!"
Peter groaned loudly. "I'm going now! Bye!"
He was there, at your door, heart pounding heavily, as if wanting to burst out from the body. He lingered for a while, staring at the doorbell.
What if this is a mistake?
But before you could think otherwise, the button pressed his finger.
And then echoed the sound of the bell from inside, and Peter felt that the earth would open up and swallow him whole in an instance. He heard footsteps, and then the door opened.
There you were.
"Hey, Peter!" you said, smiling that effortless way that made his breath catch in his throat, stepping aside and gesturing for him to come in. "You're right on time, I just need a minute to grab my bag."
Peter managed a small smile and stepped in, wiping his sweaty palms against his jeans. "Yeah, of course. Take all the time you need."
You disappeared into another room, leaving Peter hanging awkwardly at your door, his eyes darting about. It was a very warm and inviting house, in harmony with the kind of person you were. The faint hum of a television in another room was muffled, someone talking, and he could hear that easily.
Your presence returned with your bag slung around your shoulder and you ignited the nerves again in Peter.
âSo,â you said, smiling at him, âwhere to?â
Peter hesitated just a beat too long, his mind scrambling to come up with an answer. "Uh, I was thinking Italian? That okay with you?"
"Italian sounds great," you said easily as your smile widened.
Peter's heart raced as you stepped out the door, walking beside him toward the small restaurant a few blocks away. The night air was crisp, and for the first few minutes, he was too caught up in his own head to say much. But then you started talking, asking him about his day, about the project, and the sound of your voice eased some of his tension.
You made him feel like he belonged, even without having a word to say.
When the restaurant came in sight, Peter turned to you. Nerves still there but mixed with something else: a quiet and hopeful excitement.
Maybe just maybe, tonight will be the beginning of something real.
The walk to the restaurant was such a nerve-racking experience. Each step Peter Parker took beside you felt like a step closer to something he wasn't ready (or was actually hoping for). His hands buried deep in his jacket pockets, fingers curling and uncurling, while trying to keep steady pacing alongside you.
But you appeared to be at full ease. You talked about the cool evening, how the trees' leaves were beginning to rustle with the cold wind blowing, and even the faint smell of roasting chestnuts from a street vendor a few blocks away. Peter heard everything, nodded, and punctuated things now and then with the occasional "Yeah" or "Totally," but as for his thoughts, they were running wild within him.
This is well. This is the standard. This is alright, He didn't over hypothesize for the hundredth time.
As much as there was relief in now having something solid to focus on, Peter was panicked that it all became real at that moment.
He opened the door for you, his hand trembling slightly as he held it.
"Thanks," you said, giving him a swift smile before stepping inside.
"Uh, yeah. Of course," Peter mumbled as he hung his head and followed you in.
The hostess took you to a corner besides the glass window, a cozy little spot with a flickering candle in the middle of the table. Peter's hands trembled as he took the chair and gestured you to sit on it.
The menu in front of him could be in another language as he stared dumbly at it, words bringing into a blur while the thoughts buzzing in his head were getting harder to put to rest.
Don't be weird. Just be normal. What does "normal" even mean? Stop overthinking! You've got this!
"This place is nice," you commented as you scanned the menu. "How did you discover it?"
"Oh, um, my aunt used to like it here," Peter said, grateful he could answer such a question. "She says the lasagna is the best."
You grinned. "Aunt May has good taste. I will try that."
He nodded, yes, but could not stop the rush of nervous thoughts flooding his mind. He glanced at the menu as if studying it although he already knew what he would order. But his mind was instead filled with every possible thing he could screw up tonight.
Don't talk too much; don't laugh strangely; don't look like an idiot.
Here came the waiter, and you ordered effortlessly, laced with a polite smile as you handed him the menu. Peter stammered out his order and felt his palms sweat as he gave it. When the waiter walked away, Peter could feel your eyes on him, and it took everything he had to meet your gaze.
"So," you said, leaning in with elbows planted on the table, chin cradled in palm, "what's your thing, Peter?"
"My thing?" he said, taken aback. "Like, my thing?"
"Yeah, like⌠what do you do for fun? What are you really into doing when absolutely no one else is watching and judging?"
Peter blinked, trying to think of something that wouldn't sound lame. "Uh, well, I like photography," he said. "And science, I guess. Experiments, stuff like that."
You perked up. "Photography? That is cool. What kind of pictures do you take?"
"Mostly city stuff," he said, his voice gaining a bit of confidence. "You know, like weird angles, shadows, reflections. It's probably not that interesting to most people."
"I think it sounds interesting," you said. "I would love to see your pictures sometime."
Peter's heart was pounding so hard. "Really? Uh, yeah, sure. I mean, if you want."
That made the conversation flow more easily. You told him about your love-hate relationship with math, how sometimes you spent too long procrastinating by watching cooking shows instead of doing your homework, and how one time you tried to make crème brÝlÊe and almost burned your stove.
âI had to open every window in the house,â you said, laughing. âMy mom came home and thought Iâd burned dinner. I didnât tell her it was supposed to be dessert.â
Peter grinned, feeling just a little bit more at ease. âMaybe stick to cookies next time, huh?â
âNoted,â you said with a mock-serious nod.
Then it was time to eat. You both started digging into it while still keeping up your conversation. Peter quickly found himself becoming much more relaxed, finding it absolutely easy to talk to you when he didn't over-analyze every word. You burst into laughter each time his jokes finished, and whenever his eye fell into yours, everything around faded.
There was little doubt that he was doing this because he was desperate enough to strike a topic that wouldn't make him sound like an idiot; this was the reason why he asked, "You, uh, good with the whole project?"
You leaned back, fiddled with the napkin on the table, and said, "Yeah, it's actually been fun. Well, I mean, we work well together, and you're much smarter than I had thought."
Peter blinked. "Wait, you thought I wasn't smart?"
"No, I just-" You smirk, it's clear you're enjoying his reaction. "You always seem kinda⌠busy with stuff, you know? You're not exactly the loudest guy in the room."
"Well, I, uhâŚ" Peter rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "I'm, uh, more of a behind-the-scenes guy. You know, less talk, more⌠action?"
You laughed, the sound light and easy, and Peter felt himself get a little more relaxed. Maybe you weren't judging him.
'This place have wine?' you ask all of a sudden, not looking up from the menu.
Peter blinked. "Uh⌠I think so?"
You smirked and put your feet up on the table after throwing the menu on it. "Perfect. I could use a glass."
Peter was at a loss on how he should respond. It just didn't seem like the kind of person who would order wine to go with dinner-at least, not in his limited and admittedly romanticized view of you. But when the waiter came by, you ordered an entire bottle without hesitating, barely glancing at Peter for confirmation.
"Um, yeah, sounds good," Peter said weakly, even though the thought of drinking anything stronger than soda made him nervous.
The waiter nodded and disappeared, leaving the two of you alone in an awkward silence.
But the waiter was back again, this time with a bottle and two glasses, which he laid down with a polite smile. And before you knew it, the deep red liquid was already swirling around in your glass because you had poured it in haste from the bottle.
Want some? You asked, already halfway through your first sip.
âUh, maybe later,â Peter said.
You shrugged and took another long drink before putting the glass down with a satisfied sigh. âSuit yourself.â
The most casual kind of conversation developed between you: you asked Peter about what he was interested in, and he managed to stumble along throwing together great lengthy descriptions about why he loved photography and science, and the words came out too fast for him to think them. It almost seemed like you were listening to him, however, because he went on to nod before even asking follow-up questions, which made him for the first time in a long time feel that he wasn't entirely invisible.
By that time, he was becoming aware, as the hours slipped away, that you were filling up your glass more and more often. The bottle was now half empty when the food came, and you were already sporting rosy cheeks when the alcohol was pouring into your system.
âThis is good,â you said, hardly bothering with your plate in order to gesture with your fork at it. "I mean, really good. Good call, Parker.â
The smile that appeared on Peter's face was that of nervousness. "Thanks. I'm glad you like it."
Now you leaned back in your seat, holding your glass up to the light. "You know, I don't really do stuff like this. I've kind of never had dinner with classmates. It's just a little⌠weird, you know?"
Peter sank a little. "Weird, how?"
"Not bad weird," you said immediately by waving your hand. "Just⌠different. Like, generally, I would just be at home watching some lousy reality show and trying to forget how much homework I have to do."
Peter chuckled, even though he had no idea what to say next.
After a sip of wine, the boy looked up at Peter who immediately landed his gaze upon the bottle. You seem well into your first glass with a heightening sense of ease that you appeared to be at his home. Maybe it was because of the wine or perhaps how you were looking at him right now-not with judging spectatorship but with a strange kind of understanding that made him feel as if he were not really out of place.
It was only a count of seconds before the food arrived while you already had a second glass in hand. Peter's stomach flipped at that moment. This wasn't the way he was used to seeing you, all loosened up and speaking without that slight guard he usually saw when you were around. You appeared different tonight, and Peter couldn't quite figure it out if it was a good thing or not.
However, the conversation was still going on, only that as soon as you took a few more drinks, conversations shifted to more profound, much more personal things. Laughter spilled from your lips more freely, although Peter saw that smiles were now somewhat uncontrollable. Maybe it was the wine; maybe it was just the ambience. In any case, he could feel something shifting, like you were letting him see this version of yourself you weren't sure he was supposed to see.
"Peter", you said, looking at him with wide eyes after a long sip. "What's your big dream? Like 20 years from now, what do you see yourself doing?"
He shifted around uneasily on his chair. And that question was sudden, a little more intense than he would have reckoned it to be. He was not used to being asked about his future like this.
"Honestly?" said Peter, leaning back a little and looking down at the half-finished plate in front of him. "I don't really know. I think- I think I want to do something with science, or photography. Maybe combine. Don't know really. Just like, I want to fix things, you know? Help make the world a little less broken.''
You were quiet for a moment, and Peter wasn't sure whether it was because he'd said something wrong or whether you were just thinking. But when you finally spoke, your voice was softer, almost quieter than before.
"I think that's really admirable, Peter."
That was it. That one simple sentence hit him harder than he expected. He wasn't used to compliments like that- not from you, not from anyone. The words were a strange dream, and for a second he just looked dumbfoundedly at you trying to really understand what you mean.
Peter had never imagined the night to go this way. Not even in a million years. But here he was, walking alongside you, swaying slightly on the sidewalk with less steadiness in your step than before. Surprisingly, the wine had hit you faster than he figured, and he wasn't so sure if he should be concerned or just chalk it up to the kind of night it had turned into.
"Hey, I'm-" You hiccupped, laughing lightly at your own clumsiness. "I'm fine, Peter. Really."
But Peter wasn't so sure. His instincts were whipping him into overdrive-the same ones that always made him want to leap into action when something was amiss. "Yeah, I don't think you are," he said, trying to keep it light. "Let me just walk you home, okay? Just to make sure you're good."
But you rolled your eyes, with an almost sheepish smile you gave in, "Fine, fine. I get it. You're worried about me."
"Yeah, I am," Peter said, his voice a little quieter than he intended. "But you're my responsibility right now, okay?"
You exhale a small laugh, and Peter can't help but take note of how completely giddy it sounded, a little like you weren't quite sure where you were or what you were doing. You leaned against him, and then Peter was surprised at how easily you let him help you with that.
The way home was otherwise silent except for the occasional trip and the muttered apologies from you. But Peter didn't mind it, sensing closeness, although strange. Everything was just weird tonight. The brushing of your hand against his as you reached for your keys. That laugh of yours that wouldn't leave his ears. The vulnerability you seemed to wear in your eyes at that moment.
So, then you reached your door, and you suddenly stopped and stood there, fumbling with the keys in your hand. Peter moved closer but silently offered to help. You shook your head.
"I've got this," you said, though your words were slurring just enough for Peter to catch the uncertainty behind them.
After much effort on your part, the door finally opened. You leaned in again, and Peter nearly lost his heart as he had to rush forward to steady you.
"Whoa, take it easy," Peter said catching you as you stumbled. "Let me help you."
You smiled up at him, glassy and unfocused. "I'm fine, Peter," you slurred. "Just a littleâŚtipsy."
Peter chuckled and guided you up the walkway to your front door. "Tipsy, huh? Well, let's get you inside and safe, then."
As you both reached the front door, you fumbled with your keys and Peter had to gently take them from your hand and unlock the door himself. You smiled up at him, your eyes sparkling with amusement.
After some time and a couple of tries, she got the door opened.
"Okay, inside," he said, his tone a little more powerful now. You did not resist him as he helped you through the door, but there was a strange sadness in your eyes that twisted Peter's stomach.
You moved slowly to the couch and finally sank down on it; the wine was exhausting. Peter stood near the door for a moment, wondering his next move. He wanted to shoot his shot, his thoughts wandered to somethings more inappropriate. Wasn't this all about getting you safe? Ensuring you did not end up passed out somewhere in a big, messy pile of sheets and regrets.
"Can you just⌠stay for a bit?" you asked quietly, with barely a whisper.
Peter hesitated. He didn't want to go too far, and he couldn't just leave you here, not looking soâŚfragile.
"Yes," he spoke softly, entering then into the living room. "I'll stay for a bit"
You nodded at him, gazing at him with tired eyes. "Thank you."
Peter perched on the edge of the couch; his hands awkwardly balanced on his knees. What a strange space there was between you two now, strange in that it was so very close, yet so far away. He wanted to be of some use and ensure you were okay, and yet the way the glance kept coming from you in that direction somehow felt⌠off. It was like walking on a fine line.
Peter looked at you longingly, you were so beautiful.
Too close and too perfect, he found himself sitting next to you, and Peter felt the pressure of so many things left uncommunicated fill his chest. He needed to do it. He needed to say it.
"Peter?" Your voice was a soft whisper, a little uncertain. Wine had aided this whole relaxing process, yet made almost everything feel slightly out of focus.
Peter swallowed, heart pounding in the chest. He wasn't entirely sure if it was the alcohol that has found narrate in your system, or if it was the raw honesty of the moment, but he knew very well it was now or never, the one chance to say all he had kept bottled up for months.
"Yeah?" he whispered, getting closer so that he was almost against you now.
"It's just that, I⌠I'm sorry if I've been too much tonight," you said, your words slightly slurring as you allowed your gaze to drift over his face. "I didn't mean to get that drunk."
Peter felt his breath hitch in his throat. "It's fine," he said, his voice softer now. He could feel his palms sweating, his heart racing faster than ever. "I just⌠I just want to make sure you're okay."
You smiled up at him, but it was a little foggy, and Peter could tell that the wine had dulled your clarity. Still, you were so beautiful, standing there, looking at him with those eyesâeyes that made him feel like he mattered.
Peter took a sharp breath and let a sudden breath of air come out. It was as if a magnet was pulling them together, and he was drawn to it. "So, uhâ I was thinkingâŚ" He hesitated for a moment, then recovered his composure, trying to calm the trembling in his hands. "I've been thinking about you for a long time. Like, longer than I should have."
His brows knitted further in confusion as Peter quickly realized that the rest of the sentence was failing miserably in getting through your mind, as if the actual words were swimming around in it, suspended in fog. He stepped closer, unable to stop himself.
"If Iâ" He let out a shaky breath. "You know, I've been loving you for so long now. And tonight, I couldn't hold it anymore and just⌠broke the dam."
Your expression shifted slightly. Confusion clouded your gaze. You blinked, trying to piece together his words. "Wait, what?"
Peter took a step closer, completely incapable of holding himself back. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, and he felt the heat between you intensify. He reached out, his hand brushing gently against your arm. "I love you," he whispered again, barely able to breathe. "I love you so much, and I've been too scared to say it. I've watched you for so long, and Iâ" Peter stopped mid-sentence as he looked at you, eyes looking like a lost puppy.
"You're so beautiful, so so beautiful" He leaned in, your face was so close to him, his lips brushed against yours. He held your face as he licked your lips.
You could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin with just the proximity of Peter's face to yours, and the goosebumps it sent down your spine. Those eyes were filled deeply with a longing expression and captured yours as if drowning you in its depths. There was air that quite vibrated between the two of you, and the heat that seemed to take form could even be felt emanating from his body.
"I wanted to do that for so long," Peter whispered. His voice shuddered with desire. Gentle words falling like a caress to send shivers through you: "Wanted to touch you, hold you, kiss."
His lips brushed against yours when he spoke, making your body spark with electricity. You were pretty much melting into him, as if his very desire were consuming your human body. His lips, soft and gentle, just as firm and insistent. You tasted like wine.
"You're so beautiful" he said as his hands went underneath your dress, his hands inching close to your under garments. He touched your clothed core; he used his index finger to rub your clothed cover clit
You squirmed in his touch, "P-peter" You mewled in his mouth
This just seemed to fuel Peter even more, as he set aside your panties as his smooth fingers rubbed your now exposed core. Peter looked at you, he slowly kneeled as he spread your legs.
He looked at your wet core, as if it was a painting that he couldn't understand. Without warning he then sucked your glistening pearl; his tongue probed the inside of your gummy walls as his fingers rubbed your pearl. You cried out, your body arching up to meet him, and Peter felt a surge of excitement. He was in control now, and you were at his mercy.
He knew it was wrong, you were drunk after all, but he couldn't help it, this was his only chance.
He licked and sucked at your clit, his fingers plunging in and out of your dripping wet pussy, you cried out in ecstasy, your hands tugging at Peter's hair. But he didn't care, all he cared about was your dripping we cunt.
Anticipation dwells in the coiling mouth against your body, sending shivers along your spine. Every inch of you is lulled into stimulation by his gentle probing, drawing near to a soon-to-be-hidden insistent demand. You can feel that hot air glazing across your skin, soft scraping with teeth, and relentless pressure from his lips, all of which accompanies his tongue.
Your hands are clenched while he works, fingers digging into the sheets or perhaps his hair, holding him there. Your hips jerk primitively, as though to push him deeper and encourage more pressure, while your breathing makes raspy sounds mixed with soft mewls of pleasure.
One hand is busy at your hips, molding you solidly into place, while the other slips only up over the curve of your waist before settling over your breast.
You feel yourself immersing in the sensation as your focus is honed into one. The only critical thing is the feeling of his mouth on you. The whole room begins to fade away, and you're left with only the slushing wet sounds he makes and your breathless gasps, groans, and cries.
Peter on the other hand felt like he was in cloud nine, his mouth was now fully covered in your arousal, but he didn't care. He continued lapping at your cunt, accompanied with his middle finger thrusting in and out of you.
As the intensity rises, so do your frantic movements: the hips jerk and thrust as though reaching toward some ill-defined height. His mouth is a scythe-like blur of tongue lashing and probing until the pressure builds and you're all quivering trembling muscles, precariously balanced on a knife edge of release.
Your mouth is wide open, frozen in a silent scream on your lips, and your entire body starts quivering at the moment of release.
Then silence engulfs the outside world; its only inhabitants are trapped in a silent world of raw lust. His mouth is a furnace, raging, and threatening to engulf you completely, but you lean into the flames, thirsty for the intense heat that only he can provide. Your skin is slick with sweat, your heart thundering like a runaway train as your body builds toward the inevitable climax.
Your cries intensify as tension rises, a mournful cry into this frantic air, a scream savage, echoing off the walls as your body strains towards that release. Your muscles quivering.
Before you knew it, it almost hit you like rough wave of pleasure.
His cock twitched, his balls tightening with anticipation, as he felt the warmth of her your release in his mouth. That alone could make him cum his pants. He had never been this close to a woman before, and the thought of exploring your body was almost too much to bear. And here he was doing exactly just that.
You were beautiful to Peter, but you looked ungodly when you were in a state of release. The way your chest would heave up and down, how your mascara was running down your eyes, and your lipstick smudged on the side of your face.
"You're so beautiful" he said, barely even above a whisper.
"P-peterâ OH MY GOD!"
He suddenly took a long slow stripe of your pussy, as if savoring everything, but then stopped when his tongue reached your clit. He sucked on your little pearl as if it was lollipop.
You moaned loudly as your back arched and your toes curled, "P-peter" You whimpered
The way he was sucking on your clit, along with his fingers that was thrusting deep inside you. It made it nearly unbearable. The last few moments or so almost sent you spiraling into one of those severe orgasms that made you see stars on your ceiling.
Loud moans slipped from your mouth, you wondered if your parents were at home, what if they see their sweet girl falling apart underneath the so-called weird kid of your school.
Your hips bucked against his mouth, trying to ease the bittersweet pleasure he was giving you. "P-peter, oh god, stop, I c-can't take it anymore" you begged in a voice very nearly a whisper. Body trembling, your hands reached instinctively for his hair, holding him.
He continued his performance on your clit. A familiar knot kept building inside you. Suddenly, the moans turned into loud gasps, and your body began to shake uncontrollably. P-peter, IâŚI think I'm going to come again" you finally whisper. To that, he only sucked harder, licked harder, his fingers falling on a rhythm with his tongue swirling relentlessly on your sensitive spot, bringing you to sweet agony. Your back arched up, you gasp while screaming, "P-PETER!"
Heaving and shaking with each pulsing moan, you lay there with your body's hypersensitivity after such intense pleasure receding. Finally, Peter raised his head. That satisfied smile on his face was testimony to your ability to elicit such feelings from him. And with his eyes, he stared at you, every flicker of lust speaking volumes about what was crossing his mind. Then he kissed near the center of time in your inner thigh, his lips dragging softly, and then moving to lie with you at the side of the couch
Peter's smile slowly faded as he noticed your catch of breath, replaced with a show of real concern. He stroked your hair as he gazed into your eyes. "That was intense," Peter said. "You're shaking." His voice was tender, wrapping around you like a soft blanket. "Time to get you to bed, all right?"
He managed a slowly rise from the couch while extending his hand forward towards you. You grasped onto it and found your balance shaky; nonetheless, Peter assisted you toward leaving the living room, down the hallway, and into your bedroom.
Peter opened your door slowly, revealing the bedroom from that night. Snap out of your thoughts Parker!
The bedside lamp cast a warm glow over the room. Peter placed you carefully at the edge of the bed. He knelt down to remove your shoes and started undressing you slowly and carefully. He threw the covers over you as you laid back in bed, tucking you in like a young child.
"Rest," he whispered as he brushed his lips against your forehead. "Sleep, I'll be here when you wake." He sat beside you, stroking your hair with his hand. Your eyelids began to feel heavier, and weariness, along with all the forms of pleasure, finally overtook you. Peter was the last person you remember as you slipped into slumber, where upon you felt the warmth beside you that offered the source of a much-needed sense of safety.
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Peppermint Tea 33 - All Blends 4
Summary: Katakuri is smart and the boys start to make up
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Katakuri stares at you, and a bad feeling begins to creep up. You look so sure of yourself, so confident that the men you named would come for you, and he couldnât help but silently agree. He had seen the destruction that Shanks and Mihawk could bring, and his mother had brought it to their home. If he were a good son, and he was, Katakuri would go straight to Big Mom and tell her what was coming, shore up their defenses to hide you away to never see the light of day again.Â
But, he canât. Katakuri has never had a good example of love, especially with his family. He knew that his mother had never loved any of her husbands the way you obviously loved these two men. It is obvious with the way that you speak their names, laced with soft affection and a sureness of knowing that they would come for you. He knows then, that for the sake of his own family, he would have to go behind his motherâs back and give you back to them.Â
âMy mother never should have taken you,â He murmurs, and you look up at him in quiet surprise.Â
You hadnât expected him to say something like that, and you shift your weight, arms tightening about Sukuna. The cat begins to purr, but he doesnât take his eyes off the giant man. He did not like this one, though he was glad that the other humans had left and he and his brother were out of sight of the disgusting female who sat on the cloud. She had put a fear into the cat that he had never felt before, and it had made him angry.Â
His brother seemed content in this oneâs presence, however, and Sukuna had found that Hank was a much better judge of character than he was, so maybe this one wasnât so bad. He much preferred the other human men, though, and he hoped that they would get here soon.Â
âNo, she shouldnât have,â you agree, and then shift so that you can sit down on the floor. Your belly makes it hard, but your feet ached, and you are tired of standing. Itâs not like you were going anywhere anytime soon, anyhow. You tilt your head, eyeing Katakuri and the contemplative expression that he wears, âSo what are you going to do about it?âÂ
He grumbles quietly to himself, crossing his arms over his massive chest. His family didnât deserve the fate that would await them if Shanks and Mihawk showed up. The two of them would wipe the Charlotte family off the face of the planet, and nothing that his family could do would be able to stop those powerhouses. His mother had made a grave mistake in taking you, so he would fix it.Â
Katakuri turns away from you, and back to the door. He had noticed your pregnant belly, and was sure that you were hungry, âIâll be right back.âÂ
You watch the giant of a man leave, lips pursed to the side. When he is gone, you drop the brave face you are wearing and bury your face in Sukunaâs fluffy fur. Hank whines and pushes against you, sliding his big head under your arm, so you pull him close too. You were happy that Wiseman had allowed you to keep them with you, and their presence made the situation better, but you wished that none of this had happened in the first place.Â
Truthfully, you couldnât even find it in you to be mad at your boys anymore. The day that you were taken, you had told yourself that morning that you would call Mihawk again and ask them to come back home. You had told yourself that while you would never forget what Mihawk had a hand in, you could forgive him. The destruction of your home island had been over twenty years ago, and Mihawk had been a different person then. It wasnât fair to keep him away when he has done nothing but take care of you the past few years.Â
You had an idea in mind that it had been Shanks who had given away your island, and while you were terrified of having been taken, you werenât upset with him. Despite how perfect the two men seemed to be, you knew that they were still human, and humans would always make mistakes. And if you were being honest with yourself, the trip to Whole Cake would have been fun if your circumstances were different.Â
Youâd seen so much while out on the sea. You had refused to interact with any of the crew, but they had allowed you to wander the ship and stay out on deck every now and then. Sukuna and Hank had stayed by your side the entire time, your cat swiping at any member of the crew who came too close to them. The cooks, who after finding out that you were pregnant, had provided you with all sorts of new and interesting food, and had been helpful in informing you about the nutritional side of it, too.Â
You had absorbed the information, wanting to know everything you could get your hands on to properly be prepared for your child and the eventual birth. As if knowing that you were talking about her, the baby kicks wildly, and you grunt at the feeling. You glare down at your stomach, cursing both Shanks and Mihawk for doing this to you.Â
Of course, you knew that unprotected sex led to children, but like everything that had happened to you the past couple of years, you hadnât expected it to happen. You should have, but every time you had given any thought to the possibility, youâd shoved the thought away, not wanting to acknowledge it.Â
âI know sweetheart, I miss them, too,â you murmur and smooth your hand over your stomach, and your baby kicks again. You canât help but laugh when Sukuna is slightly dislodged by the next hit, and the cat turns to glare down at your stomach.
âWeâll be back with them before you come into this world, Iâll make sure of it,â you tell her because you donât know if you would be able to do this all by yourself. You would need both Mihawk and Shanks there to welcome her, just in case you happened to not make it.Â
Itâs a morbid thought, but one you canât help but have on occasion. You know that childbirth is dangerous, and for all that you have read and listened to Mihawk read aloud to you and Shanks, you canât help but feel unprepared, and the feeling terrifies you.Â
Your thoughts are interrupted when the door of the room creaks open and you look up to see Katakuri coming back inside the room. In one hand there is a plate of food that smells so good it makes your mouth water, and your stomach roars in interest. In the other hand is a snail transponder. You watch in interest as he sets the plate near you, and you canât help but lean closer to get a good look.Â
âEat your fill, and then weâre going to make a call,â Katakuri tells you, and you eyed him suspiciously. The feeling of tentative hope begins to bloom in your chest and you scoot closer to the plate, picking at what you know you like and handing off scraps to Hank and Sukuna. You watched in fondness as your kids scarfed down everything you gave them. You sat the fluff ball down after you were finished and stood with a wince, your back protesting the movement.Â
Katakuri sits across from you, and you canât help but feel amused when you see the massive man sitting criss-cross, his hands resting on his knees while he watches you behind that scarf of his.   Â
âDone?â He asks, and when you nod, you get to witness just why his mouth curves up like it does. He pulls the scarf down, opens his mouth wide, and dumps the rest of what is left on the plate down his gullet. You watch wide-eyed as he chews a couple of times and then swallows. He shrugs when he sees you watching him, a blush staining his cheeks that you canât help but giggle at.Â
âAre all of your family named after food?â you ask him, and Katakuri dips his head in a nod, crossing his arms over his chest.Â
âYes, our mother has a fondness for it,â He grumbles and eyes your stomach when you waddle around, arms stretched high over your head to try and relieve some tension in your back, âHave you thought of a name?âÂ
The question stalls you, and you drop your arms, looking down to stare at your pregnant belly. Itâs a good question, and it makes an embarrassed flush light up your face. Youâd been so busy wallowing the past few weeks without Mihawk or Shanks to keep you company, that other than focusing on your furry children, you never put much thought into a name for your actual child.
â...No.âÂ
Katakuri just shrugs, âSometimes you donât know until they are born. Mother makes it look easy.âÂ
You canât help but snort. Of course, it would be easy for a woman like Big Mom, all she had to worry about was the possibility of repeating one of her many childrenâs names, âIâm sure that I will figure one out.âÂ
However, talking about this makes you miss your boys even more. It should be them that you were talking baby names about, not the son of the woman who kidnapped you. You swallow thickly and wrap your arms around yourself, smiling wetly down at Hank when the big lug crawls up to you with a low whine. Fuck. You miss them so much.Â
Katakuri stares at the woman who was slated to be his wife and frowns, his decision to go behind his motherâs back cementing even further. Heâd never wanted any children to begin with, he had plenty of siblings that he had helped his mother raise, so to him, it wasnât that important for him to find a wife, never had been. Charlotte would be angry at him, but she would get over it.Â
You jump when the transponder snail is sitting in front of you, and you look up at Katakuri in question. He gestures at it, âCall them.â
You turn wide eyes on Katakurti, heart in your throat, and voice nothing but a croak, âWhat?âÂ
Katakuri rolls his eyes and scoots the snail closer, repeating himself, âCall them.â
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Perona jumps when the snail transponder begins to ring. They have been sailing for the better part of two weeks now, getting closer and closer to Big Mom and Whole Cake. She stares at it for several seconds before she jumps up and answers.Â
Ca-lick.Â
âMihawk?âÂ
Peronaâs throat goes dry, eyes going wide at the sound of your voice.Â
â_!?âÂ
She hears you suck in a sharp breath, and when you speak again, it sounds choked like you were holding back tears.Â
âPerona? Is he there?â
The pink-haired girl is already striding to the deck of the ship, snail clutched tightly in her hand, âIâm finding him now. Gods, are you okay? Theyâve not hurt you have they?âÂ
She hears you sniff on the other side of the phone and then the sound of a yowling cat, Sukuna having heard the familiar voice of his second favorite human and letting her know how displeased her was.
âNo, Iâm okay. Iâve been with Katakuri the entire time, and heâs been nice so far. I can hear the ocean, where are you?â
Perona scoffs, skidding to a stop beside Mihawk, and holding the transponder snail out to him, âOn our way to you, silly!âÂ
Mihawk whips around, hand snatching the snail out of her daughterâs hand and cradling it closer, ringed eyes taking in the basic features of your face that the snail forms, âAngel?âÂ
He hears you burst into tears on the other side of the call, and a fond smile tugs at the corner of his lips. Mihawk had missed the sound of your voice, even if it was thick with sobbing.Â
âIâm here, please, please tell me that you are on the way. Is Shanks there?âÂ
Mihawk purses his lips, heart thruming with irritation at the redhead for half a second before he pushes it away, âNo, dear one, he isnât. We decided to travel apart to cover a large search area. How are you, both of you?âÂ
He listens to you sniff and cry for a second longer, and then your voice breaks through once more.Â
âWeâre both okay. Suku and Hank have kept me safe. Are you okay? You sound better than the last time we spoke.âÂ
Mihawk grimaces at the reminder. He and Shanks had been in a drunken stupor for days and were still under the influence when you had called the last time, âIâm fine, darling. You shouldnât worry yourself, over me. Where are you?âÂ
The snail morphs into a masculine face then, and Mihawk canât help but glare down at it. He could recognize the purple hair and dark eyes as one of Big Momâs sons. Rage threatens to consume the warlord, knowing that you were with them, but he pushes it down for now. You had told him that you were doing okay, so that meant they had not hurt you or the child growing inside. Mihawk would teach them the meaning of destruction if you had been.Â
âWhole Cake, but we plan to travel back to my home tomorrow. Itâs on the eastern side of the archipelago.âÂ
Mihawk sneers, âAnd why are you telling me this?âÂ
There is a scoff on the other side, and he watches the snail roll its eyes at him.Â
âBecause Iâm giving _ back to you. Mother should have known better than to take her in the first place, and Iâve seen what you and Shanks are capable of. Iâm saving my family.âÂ
The warlord canât help the dry laugh that escapes him, âCharlotte was a fool to have thought that her actions would not have consequences. You are doing the right thing by giving _ back to us. At least one of you has some kind of intelligence.âÂ
The snail gains your features again, your tone amused but admonishing.Â
âBe nice, Mihawk.âÂ
He listens to you and asks Katakuri the name of his home, and then you are back.Â
âThe island is called Komugi. Itâll have a big donut in the center of it.âÂ
Mihawk nods, committing the location and name to memory, âIâll be there, darling. Perona and I are only a couple of days out.âÂ
âPlease hurry, Mihawk. I miss you.âÂ
His heart aches in his chest, and Dracule wants more than anything to be able to wrap you up in his arms and hold you close. To hide you away and never leave your side, so that this could never happen again, âWeâll be there as soon as we can, sweetheart.â
He hears you sniff again, and then your voice is quiet but strong.Â
âAnd Mihawk, please donât be too upset with Shanks. None of us are perfect, and Iâm sure he is beating himself up enough without you tearing him down.âÂ
Mihawk sighs heavily and looks out into the sea. He had already begun to regret how he had reacted to the news back on your island. You and Perona were right.Â
âI will beg his forgiveness just like I will beg yours, darling. Iâll call Shanks and tell him to meet us at Komugi. Be strong for us, darling. Iâll see you soon.â
He listens to you give a teary goodbye and the snail transponder clicks once the call is ended. Mihawk dreads having to call the redhead, but if he didnât, he knew that Shanks would go straight to Sweet City and raze the entire island to the ground. The emperor had always been rash when it came to the people he loved.Â
âDo you really think she is okay?â Perona asks him, and Mihawk dips his head in a nod, opening his arm to the ghost girl so she can tuck herself close to him. He had learned from you that sometimes a person just needed a little physical contact to feel better. You would be proud of him, he thinks.Â
âShe would have told us if they werenât treating her well, and I find myself⌠trusting Katakuri to keep his word.â
Perona pouts but nods, âThey better. Iâll throw âem all in the ocean myself if they arenât.âÂ
Hawkeye huffs a laugh and then releases his charge, turning away to go below deck. He still needed to phone Shanks.Â
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Shanks can see the archipelago that makes up Whole Cake on the horizon. They sailed hard and quickly, taking shortcuts and catching updrafts only he knew about to get to Big Momâs territory as fast as possible. Shanks and his crew were ready for anything that the woman could possibly throw at them, for he had let that rage build and grow inside of him, his haki lashing out uncontrollably.
Not only had you been taken, but Mihawk had taken his heart and crushed it with no remorse. Shanks didnât like it, but he couldnât help but resent the other man for it at first. He had worked so hard to get the older man to trust him, and one tiny mistake on his part had led to Mihawk throwing his love for him in his face and raised his sword in anger at the redhead. Shanks understood that what heâd done had cost them you, but he hadnât been the one who had made their treasure send them away. That blame lay at the hawkâs feet.Â
So yeah, he was pissed right the fuck off, and had let his anger fester when he would normally let it slide away. He had wept and raged and drank in his cabin for the better part of the trip, and had only stopped when Neal, the damned goat, had tried to bite his fingers when heâd reached for the next bottle of rum. They had glared at one another before Shanks had scoffed and fell back in his bed to sleep the rest of the day away.Â
Shanksâ anger had tempered in that time, but the more he was forced into being sober, the more he felt those feelings of resentment had faded into hurt. He had already beaten himself into the ground over his fat mouth in the first place and had hoped that Mihawk would have been a bit more understanding, but he should have known better.Â
âShanks,â Benn says quietly, and he turns to see his first mate standing behind him with the transponder snail in hand. It looks at him with familiar golden eyes, and he purses his lips, tempted to ignore the older man, but Benn puts that thought to the ground, âItâs about _.âÂ
The emperor sucks in a sharp breath and snatches the snail out of the other manâs hand, and beats a hasty retreat to his quarters. Once safely inside, he sets the snail on his desk and plops in his chair, âMihawk.âÂ
âShanks. Where are you?âÂ
The redhead frowns, leaning back in his seat, âWhy?âÂ
He hears the warlord sigh in frustration, and canât help the smarmy smirk that crosses his lips. Good, be mad.
âBecause I know where _ is and I am still a few days away from Whole Cake.âÂ
Shanks drops the act at that and sits forward, eyes going wide, âWhat? How do you know?âÂ
âShe called me. They planned to marry her off to Katakuri, one of Linlinâs son but he understood how ignorant that would be and decided to let her call me. They plan on traveling to his home island tomorrow. So where are you?âÂ
âWeâre just out of range of any of their ships, but I can see the archipelago.âÂ
Mihawk huffs again on the other side, and Shanks watches the snail narrow its eyes at the redhead.Â
âThen start sailing east, and I will meet you there.âÂ
If this hadnât been about you, then Shanks would have snapped and been difficult about the obvious order, so ignored the urge. He is about to agree and just hangs up the phone, but Mihawkâs next words stop him in his tracks.Â
âIâm sorry, Red. I should not have reacted the way I did. I was angry, and worried about _, but I should not have taken it out on you. You didnât deserve that.âÂ
Shanks isnât sure what to say at first. It was like pulling teeth to get an apology out of the warlord, so he knew that you had to have something to do with this. But even if you had been involved with this, he could hear the quiet sincerity in the other manâs voice, and it made Shanks ache with the need to see him.Â
âI-.â
âI love you, Shanks. I donât want you to think that I donât.â
Unbidden, tears spring up in the redheadâs eyes, and he smooths a hand over his mouth. He blinks harshly to clear them away, heart in his throat, âI love you, too.âÂ
He can hear the relieved sigh on the other side, and the warlord is back to his usual drawl seconds later.Â
âI will meet you there by the end of tomorrow. Wait for me, Shanks. We will get _ back together.âÂ
Shanks swallows roughly and scrubs at his face, voice still thick with unshed tears, âOkay, Hawkeye. Weâll wait for you. Be safe, yeah?âÂ
The other man huffs on the other side.Â
âI should be telling you that, Red. Iâll see you soon.âÂ
Ca-lick
Shanks curls into himself the moment the transmission is cut, hope and relief flooding his veins and he finally allows the tears to fall. His shoulders shake, and a broken whine leaves his lips as all the rage and resentment floods out of him. His family was slowly beginning to mend itself, all they needed was you, and everything would be okay again.Â
The emperor pulls himself together and drys his eyes with the back of his hand. His crew would know that heâd been crying, but the redhead canât find it within himself to care. Shanks stands and ambles back out on deck dropping his hand on Nealâs head when he walks past the goat.Â
âSail us east, Yasopp. Weâre meeting up with Mihawk,â he orders, and Benn lopes up beside him, his brows raised and an unlit cigarette hanging from between his lips.Â
âGood news?âÂ
Shanks nods, and angles a smile at his first mate, âGood news.â
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a bird's wings
warnings: gun violence (it's jason. what did you expect)
Dick doesn't fall.
It's become somewhat of an ongoing bit within the family. He's trained for such a long time ("too long," Tim complains, immediately after falling off a set of bars) that it's become almost second nature. He moves with the ease of decades of practice. His body had been trained almost from birth to be more flexible, to move his weight at the strangest angles, to keep stretching beyond his limits - all with a smile on his face.
It doesn't matter what League-inspired traps Damian leaves on the stairs, silently watching and analyzing the way in which Dick barely spares razor a passing glance as he simply bends out of the way. It doesn't matter if Cass tries for a well-timed shove down the stairs when his body is positioned just the wrong way, not when Dick simply vaults over the bannister, balancing on the rail with one hand for just long enough that Cass knows it's intentional, the cocky bastard. It doesn't matter how many of them team up against him - and they have tried.
Even when he does fall - as he tells his family constantly, he does fall - it's an elegant thing. If his hand slips, it's quickly replaced by another, redirecting him through the air, moving with a wind that only exists for him. When his feet don't meet the ground quite like he expected, his momentum carries him into a roll that looks just as intentional as his original movement. His mistakes are erased in the space between heartbeats, expression unwavering, a true performer.
In fact, Dick is so agile that Duke, when they first met, had wholeheartedly believed that he had to be a meta-human. Sure, there are plenty of flexible and agile people out there, but it's unnerving how he moves. His joints bend too far; his ligaments stretch beyond Duke's comfort. In a moment of curiosity, Duke asked Jason and Tim. Jason's expression didn't change (dying internally), and Tim made an odd choking noise (swallowing his own laughter). Duke interpreted these as (Jason) he was correct in his belief, which was no laughing matter, and (Tim) Duke should not know about Dick's meta-human status. It took years (and a blood test in the Batcave) for Duke to believe that Dick was actually a very unusual human.
Bruce, in his quietest moments, thinks it's magic. Years ago, lives ago, Jason had described being Robin as magic. And, of course, the role does hold its own power, but Dick's magic has always been his own. He was magic before he was Robin, and he was Bruce's son - a title that carried its own kind of magic.
That magic extended to his nights out on patrol, particularly when he was with Red Hood and Robin. Of course, he often found himself Batman's patrol route - Nightwing, Red Hood, and Robin tagging along just for shits. Hell, Nightwing wasn't even supposed to be out - not when he'd had so many consecutive night patrols - but with so many of them, what could go wrong?
That night, the four of them cornered a criminal on a rooftop. Even after clambering up a fire escape, Nightwing's breathing had barely changed, Batman's was easily concealed, Robin had tested a new grappling hook, and no one is quite sure how breathing works for Red Hood after some oddities in the Lazarus Pit.
Instead of surrendering, the desperate, stupid man had sprinted directly at them, firing a gun wildly with one hand and screaming at the top of his lungs. Nightwing sidestepped easily, having seen similar idiocy in Bludhaven. What he wasn't expecting was to step into Robin. He adjusted, angling his body to the side to plant his other foot--
--which landed on Batman's cape, right as the older man was turning to watch the criminal run. The material pulled out from under him just in time for the criminal to impact Nightwing directly. On its own, it would barely be enough to move him, and even still, Nightwing watches as the man bounces off him directly into Red Hood's grasp.
But in this moment, in the perfect cascade of errors, Nightwing stumbles backwards off the roof.
Nightwing doesn't panic immediately. He twists his body, turning his stumble into a somersault without a second thought. He looks down, trying to find something, but there are no windows. No ledges. He is too far away from the fire escape. It is a solid, brick wall, and there is nothing for him to grab onto.
And Dick falls.
It's never the fall that hurts, he knows. Falling is so close to flying, and he spreads his arms like a bird about to take flight. For a heartbeat, he's a child being tossed in the air, he's a teenager slipping off a trapeze bar, and he knows there is something below him. Strong arms and laughter, a net that will bend with his inertia.
The only thing beneath him is concrete.
When his body hits the ground, it makes far too loud of a sound for a man who had always seemed lighter than air.
Out of everyone, that night, Oracle hears the impact the most clearly. Through his earpiece, she hears the clean snap of small bones, she hears the dull thud of a now-limp body, she hears a sharp gasp of air being forced out of lungs - all compressed into one, horrific heartbeat. She listens to rattling breaths get quieter and quieter until she can't hear them at all.
Bruce feels the impact in his throat, caught somewhere between his head and his heart. That's his boy, on the ground, but his other children are still up, still staring down the now-damned soul that had grounded their Nightwing. It takes him a moment to react, barking to Oracle to send medics to their location as he stalks towards the criminal.
Jason takes a more direct approach: a bullet through the man's skull. He doesn't have the same hold-ups as Bruce about killing, not when this man is responsible for hurting his brother. It is violence, simple and honest. It is protection, raw and vulgar.
Damian is the first to make it to Dick's side, practically leaping off the rooftop. He has learned enough, between volunteering at a hospital and what one learns when trained by Ra's al Ghul. He checks for a pulse, checks for breathing. He stabilizes Dick's neck, holding in place. His hands are small, but they do not shake, even when his muscles begin aching. He does not let them shake. Damian looks almost feral, teeth gritted and bared, silhouetted above Dick's body in off-putting streetlamp fluorescents. "No one touches him," he hisses. He only relinquishes his hold when the medics arrive. His hands curl into fists, fingernails biting into his palms
It is a quiet night in the Wayne manor that night. All of the siblings sit vigil around Dick. They all refuse to leave his side, barely moving, even when Alfred delivers pillows and blankets. Dick's face is slack and expressionless, and the sight feels like a blade to the chest. No one knows if he knows they are there.
Oracle clings to the sound of his laugh, pulling up old files. The last thing she hears from Dick will not be the sound of blood in his lungs. Jason fidgets with the shell of the bullet he put through the criminal's skull. Damian holds a medical textbook open in front of him, but he does not turn a page. His gaze is stuck on Dick's eyelids, waiting for them to move.
Here, surrounded by his family, Dick has never seemed more painfully, awfully human.
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Dragon age: the Veilguard
What I imagine the cover of a comic about the Dreadwolf looks like.
#Look there is just something hot about an ancient bald elf who is half ghost wolf monster half sad tortured soul#Pulled down by the weight of his mistakes#Trying to set it right#Albeit in a way that makes everything more fucked up#Solas aka âI had plansâ#The Dreadwolf#dreadwolf summer#digital drawing#Dragon age#dragon age the veilguard#The Veilguard#Da: 4#My fanart#Solas#solas dragon age#solasmance#solavellan#fen harel#bioware#digital painting#my art#da: the veilguard#da:tv#da: dreadwolf#I AM SO EXCITED ABOUT THE SPOILERS#Aaaaaaahhhh
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arthur and john's relationship is built on codependence and working together because there's no other choice, but it's also a lot about arthur projecting onto john. arthur considers himself a failure as a person, but now he has a chance to prove that someone evil can actively choose to be better. he believes that if john can be saved, so can he. if john can be redeemed, so can he. that's why he tries, at every possible turn, to push john to be better. that's also why, whenever john takes a few steps back in progress, it has such an intense effect on arthur. because he wants to save john.
because if he can save john, he'll finally have proven to himself that he can be saved too.
#idk this might be nothing#arthur lester as a character just. really resonates with me in a way no other protagonist ever has lol#he drags himself around like a corpse.#you've heard of characters that live in hells of their own making#but arthur lester lives in a purgatory of his own making#constantly pulling himself upwards even as the weight of his mistakes keep dragging him down#he lives because he believes he does not deserve the peace of death#nor the forgiveness of the universe#hope is all he has. hope and endurence and sheer will to make himself pay for his mistakes.#that's why he is the way he is. moving forward despite everything because what's behind is too painful to face.#...and he has miles to go before he sleeps.#FUCK. IM SO UNWELL ABOUT ARTHUR LESTER.#malevolent podcast#malevolent#malevpod#arthur lester#arthur malevolent#john doe#john malevolent
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Dakota and Williamcore
KILLS YOU.
#EDIT:âOH YEAH SPOILERS IN TAGS#gonna be thinking about this forever. especially because it could really go both ways#of course the most direct interpretation here is dakota as theseus and wil as herakles#yknow; dakota carrying williams body around in s1 and never letting go of it trying to be as gentle as possible#him hugging wil close and telling him they at least have to stick together after the events of greyscale#and him knee-deep in williams blood in the s2 finale promising to forgive him for every lie every mistake if he just came back#and i think that fits really well#but i think this could also fit in vice versa terms too#dakota being afraid to open up and not wanting to put any weight on anybody elseâs shoulders; wanting to be the hero#and william seeing through that. calming him down and pulling the headphones up and over his ears and locking pinkies with him in promises-#-he knows he wonât always keep but he can at least try#william respecting dakota the most hero/ability-wise (actually said by charlie in a rolled)#like. MAN.#iâm so normal#dakota cole#william wisp#vixen rambles#vixen answers
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Vienna but make it about dick grayson talking to Tim so he doesnât end up like Jason
#Iâm picturing dick leading Tim around Gotham like a Grayson#helping him walk across power lines like itâs a tightrope#jumping the gaps between buildings#and catching him when Tim doesnât quite catch the ledge#dick walking backward along the edge of of a building as he cautions Tim against doing too much too soon#and the necessity of planning at least three steps ahead#then stepping right off the edge seemingly by mistake#but when Tim rushes to look heâs crouched calmly on a flag pole he knew was there and knew was strong enough to hold his weight#and dick visiting him and announcing a surprise trip theyâre going to take together#and telling him Gotham has been full a crime longer than heâs been alive#it didnât stop when dick and Bruce overworked themselves and it wonât when Tim does it either#and dick pushing Timâs hat down to cover his face to make him huff#and messing up his hair to annoy him#and stearing Tim by the head in a busy public place a#and Tim sitting on a bench eating a scoop of ice cream while Tim watches kids play on the swings with their parents and siblings pushing#and dick walking up behind him while he goes to lick the ice cream and pushing Tims face into it#and Tim realizing he has what those kids have right now as dick laughs at him and passes him the napkins he just left to get#and Tim slumping into dicks side and dick going a bit wide eyed before wrapping his arm around his brother and pulling him closer#THEY ARE SUCH BROTHERS IM SOBBING#dick grayson#Tim Drake
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â SATORU GOJO IS THE HONORED ONE - AND HE'S MORE THAN HONORED TO BREED YOU ! â
⧠pairing: gojo satoru x sorcerer!reader
⧠summary: it's your duty as the wife of the clan head to help your husband get dressed -- even for battle. but that didn't mean he couldn't spend some time undressing you. aka fucking gojo in his shinjuku showdown outfit
⧠warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, canon compliant, feral gojo, Ijichi featured, dom!gojo, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral (f), fingering (f! receiving), sex (p in v), mirror sex, clothed sex, creampie, implied multiple rounds, multiple positions, swearing,
⧠w/c: 7,946
⧠now playing: feature one of sab's kinktober
âPerfect,âÂ
The word slips from your lips without a second thought as you slip the haori over his shoulders, snow locks against the coal colored silk, slick as steel and light as a feather, yet carrying the heft of expense.Â
Just as your husband did.Â
Little words could describe Satoru Gojo â the most common being the strongest â unmatched strength that matched his flawless appearance and even more unsullied skill set. Curses would sooner exorcise themselves rather than face him, and those who didnât, well, they did not have long to linger on their mistake.Â
But you didnât think of him as the strongest. No, your husband was so much more than that. A teacher. A mentor. A friend. An idiot (but he would insist that he was your idiot, and he very much was). And he was perfect.Â
A remark you knew many would balk at, and even now â as you dressed your husband, at his insistence, fingers helping him pull the fabric over his body, before smoothing it over his muscle and the word fell from you without a second thought â you caught glimpse of a grimace on Ijichiâs face in the mirror.Â
âIjichi, you should go before I slap the shit out of you for your expression,â Ijichi squeaks in horror before slipping from the room, quiet click of the door welcoming silence, only for a moment, âwhat was that again, sweetheart?âÂ
You roll your eyes, âshould I really indulge you in making your ego any bigger? You may defeat Sukuna with just the sheer size and weight of it,â you tease, fingers smoothing and adjusting his haori.Â
âThink that would be a victory either way, sweetheart,â his fingers find yours, weaving with your own â miraculously soft even with bearing the weight of the world in his hands alone, âbut I donât want to win in such a boring way, especially to Sukuna,âÂ
âAnd whyâs that?â His lips curl.Â
âBecause I have to look cool in front of my precious students, donât I?â you see a hint of sadness linger in his gaze â and you hear the unspoken words, especially Megumi, but the smile slides back on as usual,  âI canât have myself embarrassing myself can I? Youâd never let me live it down,âÂ
âOh, no I wouldnât,â your fingers slide up to cup his cheek, âbut youâd expect nothing less from your wife, now would you?âÂ
And he grins, just as he did the day he had proposed to you, at the classroom at Jujutsu Tech where you first met, deep reds and oranges flooding the wood paneled room, painting it as it only could in the evenings, but even the sun paled in comparison to Satoru on his knee, lips curled in your favorite smile â the very one he gave you every day.Â
âMy wife,â he hums, and you have to stop yourself from biting your lip and tense your muscles so you didnât jump him then and there.Â
âWhat about it?â he runs the back of his fingers over your cheek.Â
âJust glad I convinced you to let us get married early,â not that it took much convincing at all â only a single look after he was unsealed and several minutes of making out later, and he had gotten Ijichi to get the registration and paperwork for him â the very papers Satoru had prepared before Shibuya, âbecause now youâre stuck with me, wifey,âÂ
You chuckle, your fingers finding his as they brushed your cheek, turning your head to kiss his fingers, âIâve been stuck with you from the moment we met,âÂ
And you had been â you hadnât known peace since he had thrown that Jujutsu Tech classroom door open all those years ago, with a welcome party prepared for you and the other first years, microphone in hand as he introduced each of you. And it wasnât his strength or his skill or even his stupidity that charmed you â but the goddamn smile on his lips.Â
Funny, how everyone was so preoccupied with his eyes, when every inch of his was just as captivatingâÂ
âThink youâre going to lose me now, Toru?â You rub your thumb across the length of his cheek, âdonât know if I could ever live without you,âÂ
âOh yeah?â he wraps his arms around your waist, his warm form enveloping you, âno regrets?âÂ
âOnly one,â and he tilts his head, blues gleaming with the low light of the room, catching like sunlight against waves, as your fingers traced down to the smooth silk of his clothes, âthat we never got married in a formal ceremony,âÂ
âIf I recall, you were in just as much of a rush as me,â his lips graze your jaw, threads of heat slipping up and down every inch of your body, a kiss pressed to the soft skin behind your ear, âyou barely wanted to even have the small ceremony we did,âÂ
âThatâs because someone kept touching me while I got ready,â and he did, as you changed into a dress you selected for the small ceremony â or rather you tried, as his warm palms slid up your body, his mouth covering your soft gasps and protests, âor do you forget that you nearly fucked me against the wall right outside the room we were going to marry?âÂ
âItâs not my fault my wife is so tempting, they say my technique is deadly, but you yourself are far more dangerous,â he hummed, another kiss against your cheek, as his thumb and forefinger cups your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze in the mirror, âwhy the want a formal ceremony anyway? If I remember, you said formal ceremonies were only for the attendees rather than the couple,âÂ
âWell, maybe I saw something that changed my mind,â or someone in somethingâ
âOh? And what could change my incredibly stubborn wifeâs mind?âÂ
You hate him â hate the teasing glint in his gaze because he knows exactly why, as he noses the hollow of your neck, lips grazing your flushed skin, âYou know why,â and he does, he sees it in the way your gaze lingers across his body, the way you shiver when his palm slips down your hip only to squeeze, and in the soft sound that leaves your lips when his fingers trace down your chin to the valley of your chest.Â
âIâd like to hear you say it, sweetheart,â he presses himself flush to your back, heat seeping through the fabric, just as his breath warmed your skin, âdonât tell me you forgot how to use your words,âÂ
âYouâre the worst,â and his chuckle reverberates against you, sending a shiver up your body, his hands sliding down the front of your shirt until he reaches the hem, fingers toying with the fabric.Â
âAnd what does that make you since you married me?âÂ
âA fool,â your lips curl, his eyes meeting yours, âbut a very smart one,â and he clicks his tongue.Â
âSo smart and yet she canât answer a simple question,â you sigh, and his fingers, finally, slide underneath against your bare stomach.Â
âYou just want me to stroke your ego,â and he grins at you in the mirror, robes nearly engulfing your form now.Â
âOh, thatâs not all I want you to stroke,â your snort is cut off by a gasp as his palms slide under your bra, âIâll just keep teasing you until you break,â and his fingers tease your pert nipples, a wave of heat headed straight for your cunt, âand yâknow I can, wifey.âÂ
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âHngh, Toru, pleaseââÂ
Satoru doesnât know what he loves more â the sound of his name on your lips, desperation on your tongue, the same tongue that he had tasted again and again or the sight of you below him, spread out on his desk, papers and books long crumpled and pushed onto the floor â but he doesnât need to choose a favorite thing when it comes to you.Â
Because every single thing is his favorite.Â
âIf you want me to stop, you can try, sweetheart,â he presses a kiss to your thigh, teeth grazing the soft flesh, another mark blooming among the rest, a field of reds and purples he could spend hours exploring, âdonât know how far youâd get,âÂ
His fingers press your thighs further apart, with the barest hint of strength, and youâre still utterly restrained under his touch â a lovely butterfly pinned for his viewing â and what a view it was.Â
âFucker,â you pout at him half-heartedly, your kiss ruined lips and fucked out gaze doing nothing to help your case, âwe were supposed to be getting you dressed forââÂ
âThen thereâs no problem,â his fingers tug your blouse over your head, your bra askew from his eager fingers, and his hand reaches around to undo the clasp. But he doesnât pull it away with his fingers, but instead bends down to away the intruding garment, âbecause youâre the only one getting undressed, sweets,âÂ
There was something about the thought â and the sight â of you completely bare for him, at his mercy naked and vulnerable, while he stood clad in the clothes meant for battle. His cock twitched, he supposed this was a battle of kind â as he pushed his sleeves up â a battle of how many times he could cum inside you.Â
âSatoruââ you squeal as he nearly rips away your panties, leaving you bare for him, your thighs closing on reflex, only for him to press them back apart, âfuckââÂ
âThatâs what Iâm trying to do, sweetheart,â he clicks his tongue, bringing your soaked panties to his nose to smell, before pocketing them, a grin on his lips, âa good luck charm,âÂ
You gape at him, half horrified and half amused at the thought of the Gojo elders somehow finding out that the Gojo clan headâs clothes had been defiled by your underwear â though you were sure they expected nothing less from Satoru Gojo. Â
But even so, you canât bring yourself to complain, âYou donât need luck to win,â and he scoffs lightly, his warm palm sliding up your thigh, lips pressing hot kisses up your shin, right to your knee, âyou just need to know Iâll kick your ass if you donât make it back in one piece to me,â your fingers run through his soft locks, before tracing over his cheek.Â
âI know, and the thought of you waiting for me is all I need,â he turns to your hand, lips pressing a kiss against the cool metal of your wedding ring, âand it wasnât for that,â and heâs shifting, settling fully between your thighs, lips inches from your sopping pussy, âitâs for making sure I can breed you right,âÂ
His fingers brush against your fluttering walls, index finger tracing the outer walls with the very tip, pulling and tugging until you were spread out completely, messy pussy on display just for him. You couldnât squirm under his the wet squelch making your cheeks burn, âS-stop teasing, justââÂ
You moan as he sinks a thick finger into you, knuckle deep and fast, âSo needy for someone who was whining a second ago about stopping,â it doesnât take long for a second finger to join, stretching out your perfect pussy, warm walls pulling him deeper each time he pulled out, his wrist and palm drenched in your juices, âbut yâknow I canât stop, wifey, itâs our duty, right? Duty to produce an heir, but more importantly,â And a third finger sinks inside, as he peers up at you, lips parted in a sweet moan that makes his cock throb, ready to bust without a single touch, because he doesnât need touch â not when itâs you under him, âmy duty to fuck and yours to be fucked,âÂ
And your cunt squeezes his fingers at his vulgar words, a coil growing tighter in the pit of your stomach, heat building, as you canât help moan his name, âand how will we fulfill our duty if I donât prepare you, huh? Gotta make sure youâre ready, hm?âÂ
His thumb rubs over your aching clit, the lewd noises of your slick nearly white noise to your ears as pleasure builds, every muscle taut underneath his touch. Heâs pumping faster and harder, nails dragging over your walls, until his fingers find that spot you love â the one he knows how to hit again and again, and he does.Â
Your head lolls back against the desk, pleasure ripping up your spine, âIâmââÂ
And thatâs the only warning you give before you cum, name on your lips as your back arches, as he fingerfucks you through your orgasm, working you down from your high. You're panting, chest heaving as he slowly eases his fingers from you, the emptiness making you whine.Â
Your eyes flutter open to the sight of him licking his fingers clean of your cum, tongue darting across his lips, a glint in his eyes.
âYouâre so sweet I can never get enough of you,â and he lifts a finger to your lips, letting you taste yourself on his digit, obediently closing your mouth around it, until heâs dragging it out, pulling at your bottom lip, âyouâre dripping from both lips arenât you?âÂ
âThatâs your fault,â god, youâre too fucking cute, thighs twitching as he leaned down to your soaked cunt, a pretty flushed pink, âyou made a mess,â and his tongue licks a stripe up your leaking walls, sparks blooming from the hot muscle flicking against your hard clit.Â
âThen I guess itâs my responsibility to clean you up,âÂ
Satoru Gojo is always too much â itâs too much the way his tongue drags over the seam of your cunt, itâs too much when his nose bumps against your clit when he buries his face in your pussy, your fingers curling in his white locks, and itâs too much when you feel his grunts and moans resonate against your drenched folds.Â
It was too much.Â
âHow are you so soft?â He mumbles, words whispered against your puffy clit before he kisses it, âyou say I donât play fair but you were unfair from the moment I met you,â he reaches down, palming at his erection, âand I knew youâd be mine,â Your eyes find his lips less than an inch from your pussy, chin and lips shiny with your cum and his spit, âyou and this sweet pussy,âÂ
And heâs slurping every ounce of your essence you give him, greedily lapping at you as if heâd rather drown in your juices than breath real air, âfuck, Toru, slow downââ toes curling as youÂ
He clicks his tongue, your head rolling back as your nails dig into his scalp, âYou shouldnât lie, sweets, not when this pretty girl is so honest,â the only sound being the wet squelch of yourÂ
âSatoru Gojo!â A familiar voice rings out followed by several knocks, âhow long do you expect to keep us waiting?âÂ
Fuck. And there was the reason you two were getting sresssd to begin with â a showing before Gakuganji and the Gojo clan before the battle with Sukuna. A showing Satoru agreed to undoubtedly to fuck with them â and you, now, for that matter, as he sucks at your clit again, your hand flying to cover your mouth.Â
âDidnât know you were waiting. Thought keeping you waiting would have sent you the right message,â Satoru replies, words said nearly against your wet cunt, breath warming your folds, a shiver working itâs way up your spine, âdo you all need to see me in my clothes for battle that badly? Iâll have to start to suspect other motives â and while Iâm flattered, with how flattered I can be from a bunch old geezers, I am a married manââÂ
âYou insolent bratââ his tirade falls on deaf ears as you try to urge Satoru off, but he doesnât, only pinning your hips in place, hands locked under your knee, as he tugs you closer.Â
And he only grins, âDonât tell me youâll let this old coot distract us, sweetheart? Gonna make me insecure, does my wife not like this as much as her pussy does?â He groans his fingers, spreading your walls apart, parting them to see your cum and pre leak, only for him to lap it up, âbecause youâve gotten wetter, havenât you?âÂ
âT-Toru, I swear to god, Iâllââ you half whisper, half hiss, and he sinks two fingers inside your needy walls, his tongue and fingers doing nothing to keep quiet as the squelch of your folds only grows louder as he drags his fingers inside every inch of you, while his tongue busies itself with your clit.Â
âYouâll what, wifey?â he hums, making you whimper, âleave? You know you donât want that. We could make a show of it, should I open these doors and let everyone see how needy you are for me,â and you canât help the gasp that parts your lips, walls clenching around his fingers, âmaybe then those geezers will see why I chose you,âÂ
âSatoru! Are you even listening?âÂ
âYou can say whatever you want to me here,â Satoru sinks a third finger inside, teasing your clit with chaste kisses, âIâm not leaving this room for the rest of the night,âÂ
Gakuganji pounds at the door, but you barely hear it, heart pounding in your ears, as you barely muffle your moans behind your clenched fist, âDisgraceful, do you think this is anyway to behaveââ youâre so close, too close, ready to cum as he pumps his fingers once, twice, three times â hitting your sweet spot again and againâyou feel yourself reach that peakâ
Only for him to stop. The whine that leaves your lips is a little too loud, just as his smirk is a little too wide.Â
Fucking asshole.Â
Satoru chuckles, teasing you open with his fingertips, just carding your folds barely open at all, pulling small gasps and moans muffled against clenched fingers, âAw, câmon, you donât think being sealed up in that box taught me anything? You should know it only made me take what I want,â Satoru pulls his fingers from inside you, licking up the side of his digits, âand what I want is right here,â he leans back down, âso tell me and leave,âÂ
âEven so, I need to speak to you alone,âÂ
âItâs only me and my wife. You can tell her anything you tell me, sheâs the more responsible one after all,â he punctuates it by his teeth grazing your clit, making your hips jerk underneath him, his hand covering your mouth, your fingers curling over his. He grins down at you as he kisses your thigh, âMy wife is indisposed at the moment,âÂ
You donât hear what Gakuganji says as his fingers sink back inside all at once, fingers rough as they fucked you open in earnest, but you hear Satoru scoff nonetheless.Â
âGet your mind out of the gutter, you old geezer â sheâs just lying down,â and he adds with a whisper, curling his fingers just right, âand getting her brains fingerfucked out,â and your pretty eyes are full of tears, cries muffled against his fingers, spit soaked, as he feels your walls clamp around his fingers, âwhat do you think? Should I let him in, sweetheart? Let him see how you well you get fucked by me, hear you scream my name when you cum for me?âÂ
Nerves on fire from his touch, heâs just adding fuel to the fire, and youâre bucking into his fingers, wanting his fingers deeper even a littleâ
âNo, I donât think so,â his lips curl as he leans down, cerulean glinting in the low light, as your walls give that tell tale flutter, âbecause this pretty cunt is just for me,â and he sucks hard at your clit, just as he pulls his hand away, âcum.âÂ
And you do, pleasure ripping through every inch of you as your back arches upwards into his touch, as he holds you against his face, cumming against his fingers and lips.Â
Itâs heaven, buried in your sweet cunt as you cum, hot release against his tongue that he laps up greedily, the wet squelch of your pussy along with your lips crying out his name again and again. doing nothing to ease the throbbing between his thighs.Â
And when he finally does pull away, licking his lips and chin clean of your release, he watches you coming down from your high â eyes fluttering open slowly as your chest heaves, pussy split open just for him, your cum staining parts of his pants shirt and haori.Â
Fuck, heâll have to see everyone off like this â your cum on his clothes â and his dick twitches, as he leans down to press kisses along your body, with you shivering as he does. And he wants nothing more than this moment to last, with you beneath him, the taste of you on his lips, and the sounds of your soft pants filling his ears.Â
That is until, you flipped him, back hitting the plush of the mattress, âsweetsââÂ
âDid you forget? Itâs a wifeâs duty to serve her husband,â and your fingers are as deft as they are possessed â grazing over the bulge in his pants, a hiss before pulling the drawstrings apart, âisnât that right, husband?âÂ
Fuck, he bites his lip as he watches you tug his trousers down, his erection slaps his stomach, hard and leaking through the fabric of his boxers, a large dark stain of precum from his weeping tip.Â
Fuck, your cunt ached at the sight of him â no matter how many times you saw his cock, you couldnât get over just how long he was â it was a miracle you were able to take him without breaking your cunt, though heâd gotten far too close.Â
âAnd I thought you said we couldnât undress me,â his cock twitches as your fingers trace over the dripping slit through the drenched material.Â
Your eyes donât meet his, still fixed on his hard on, âif the clothes are on you, does it even count as undressing?âÂ
And your fingers dip into the elastic of his boxers before snapping it against his skin, making him jolt, âshould I stop then, oh honored one?â You rub your thumb over his slit harshly, a gasp falling from his lips as his head lolls back, âmaybe I should go get Gakuganji, let you have your meeting,âÂ
âPlaying dirty doesnât suit you, sweetheartââ and you pull his boxers down, pooling around his knees just as his pants did, cold air hitting his cock making him hiss.Â
âLike I said,â your palms slide up his body, from his waist, and under his shirt, to his chest, stealing the breath from his lungs, âshould I stop?âÂ
He looks up at you, lungs filled with heat instead of air, lips hovering an inch from his leaking erection.Â
âFuck no.âÂ
~~~
Youâd be the death of him.Â
There was no mistake about it.Â
Satoru Gojo only had one weaknessâand you were sitting on top of him. Your hair disheveled with your fingers running through them, lips kiss bitten and ruined even as your teeth grazed your bottom lip, and your gaze molten and only for him â just for him.Â
And you called him perfect.Â
A groan leaves his chest as your tongue flicks against his slit, salty precum swallowed by eager lips. Heâs hypnotized by you, fingers reaching for you, as his thumb drags down your puffy bottom lip, parting your mouth for him, tongue darting out to lick the pad of his finger. Fuck, your mouth is so sweet, but how is it so wicked all the same?Â
âFuck, sweets, how do you look so good on your knees fâme? Sânot fair,â and your forefinger traces his pretty veins from base to tip, running over every curve and inch that would be buried in your tight cunt soon enough, his hips jumping against your touch, âgânna make me cum before you even touch me,âÂ
âIf youâre gonna cum anywhere, it better be on me,â your lips curl at the shiver that runs down his body, your fingers sliding up his thigh as your fingers slide the pre down his length, fingers slowly pumping him.Â
âFuuuuck, just like that, canât wait to bury myself in your sweet pussy, wifeyââ your lips kiss his slit, sucking as your fingers toyed with his balls, feeling far too tight from your touch, a moan cutting off his words.Â
âGâtta find a way to shut you up somehow, Toru,â you spit on his cock, pressing teasing kisses up and down his begging length, âor maybe we can find a gag,âÂ
Youâll kill him before he even gets a chance to fight Sukuna, and heâd die a happy man.Â
His precum drips down your chin, painting your lips, tongue darting out to lick it off your skin, âsâfucking good for me,â the praise sending a wave of heat right to your cunt, hot cum slipping down your thighs â and you finally let his cock slip past your lips.Â
A whine leaves his throat, his head lolls back, your pretty mouth wrapped around his dick, soaking his length, hips jerking against your mouth. Half muttered apologies, he couldnât look away from the sight of you on your knees for him â mouth stuffed full of his cock with glassy eyes from the soreness of your jaw as you bobbed your head up and down his length. Just watching his dick go and in out of your pretty fucking lips, drenched in your spit and his pre, was enough to make him want to cum then and there.Â
But he wasnât the only one.Â
Small whimpers and moans reverberate against his cock, tongue flicking against his veins, when his eyes flicker down, nails nearly digging into your scalp as he sees you two fingers deep in your cunt, the wet sounds of your pussy mixing with the squelches of his cock in your mouth.Â
âFuck, such a nasty girl I married, huh?â He runs his fingers through his hair, entranced by the sight of you fucking yourself open with your fingers, your mouth growing sloppily as you do, âdoes fucking my dick turn you on this much? Youâve soaked the sheets,â he chides, wide smirk undercutting any iota of scolding, while you meet his gaze with a glare, âAw, what? Canât take itââÂ
His words are cut off as you take him deep, too bumping against your throat, and his fingers curl in his locks.Â
âShitââ Your fingers graze his balls again before squeezing, hard, he nearly busts them and there, but he canât, not yet â his fingers weave into your locks to slowly pull you off, strings of spit and pre connecting your â not when he hasnât fucked your pretty cunt yet.Â
Your eyes are dilated, dark with pleasure as his gaze meets your own, a mix of his pre and your spit slipping from the corner of your mouth, âYou haven't cum yetââ and his fingers wrap around your wrist and pull your fingers from inside yourself.Â
You yelp as he flips you over in an instant, hitting the mattress with a bounce, large palms sliding up your thighs, as he presses your knees to your chest.Â
âThe only place Iâm cumming, sweetheart,â as he drags the swollen head of his cock against your needy folds, watching his precum smear against your twitching folds, before lifting your soaked fingers to his lips, âis inside your sweet cunt.âÂ
âToruâpleaseââ and youâre so needy, just for him, your fingers finding the front of his scarf before tugging him close, a gasp chased away by a grin as he sees the pure desperation in your eyes, âI need you,âÂ
âIâm right here, sweets,â and heâs leaning down to dot sweet kisses down your body â against your neck, the bridge of your collarbone, the swell of your breasts. âYouâre going to have to be more specific,âÂ
âFucker,â he laughs.Â
âNow youâre getting closer,â and he does too, bumping the head of his weeping erection against your puffy clit, as your folds feel as if theyâll part for him in an instant, âthis pretty girl is more honest than you are,â heâs parting your folds with his tip only to pull out.Â
A whine turns to a scowl, as you tug him even closer by his scarf, âI swear to god, if you donât fuck me, Iâll strangle you with thisââ and he sinks into you.Â
Fuck, you swear you feel every goddamn inch, vein, and curve as he works himself into your tight cunt, walls fluttering as if beckoning him deeperâand he was only too happy to oblige.Â
âToru, sâtoo big,â your whining only makes his cock throb inside you as he bottoms out inside, âsâtoo much,âÂ
âToo much? No, sweets, this dick was made to fuck you,â he grunts, taking every iota of his self control not to thrust into you and bury his cum deep in your womb â no, he wanted this to last, âand this pussy was made for my cum,â he rolls his hips against you swallowly, his tip brushing against your cervix, as both of your heads roll back.Â
âHow are you so tight? Pleasure rips up your spine as he begins a steady pace of fucking you, sounds of skin smacking together ringing in your ears, âyouâre fucking wet and yet you have me in a vice grip,â his clothes rub against you, your slick soaking through the fabric, âshould I go meet with the elders like this? Let them see the Gojo clanâs haori soaked by your juices,â fingers pressing your legs apart wider and higher, divots in your flesh from his touch.Â
Your walls squeeze at his words, mouth falling open wordlessly as he grunts, âF-fuck,â you can only manage to say, chest heaving as you grasp at the front of his haori, pulling him needlessly closer, âf-fasterââ and he grins.Â
He was more than happy to oblige.Â
He rails into you at a pace impossible for anyone but Satoru Gojo. And your gasp fades into a drawn out moan that makes him only want to fuck you harder and faster â he needed to bury himself in your cunt until all you remembered was how to moan his name.Â
âYou take me so well, so deep,â his hand laces with yours and guides it to the bulge in your stomach, âsee how deep you take me? Good girl,â the praise makes you keen, sending another wave of pre to soak his dick, and he chuckles, âgonna fit my baby so well too,âÂ
Your mouth falls open as his dick ruts against you, bullying your pussy open, âW-what?âÂ
âYâthink weâre gonna leave this bed before Iâve filled you up?â And he punctuates his words with each roll of his hip, ânah, this cunt is all mine tonight,â his thumb drags down your lips, pressing against your tongue, spit leaking out as you groaned, âand so are you,âÂ
And youâre sucking at his thumb, teeth grazing it before brushing it away to lean up to meet his lips in a bruising, messy kiss â all spit and teeth and tongue, as your hips meet his thrusts, tip finally finding that sweet spot that has your back arching and your eyes rolling back.Â
âToru, fuck, Iâm gânnaââ and youâre cumming, hard, orgasm hitting every inch of your body at once, nerve endings shot with pleasure as he fucks you through it â fucking relentless (or should you say limitless?). Satoru grunts as your walls clamp down on him, the wet squelch of your pussy only growing louder among your pants and moans. He watches the white ring of cum wrap around the base of his cock as it split you open, and all he wanted to do was cum inside you.Â
He needed to.Â
But heâs pulling out suddenly, a gasp ripped from your lips at the emptiness, before heâs pulling you into his lap, your back pressed to his chest, an arm around you to keep you from squirming.Â
âWhat are youââ your sentence cuts off as he teases your far too sensitive entrance with the head of his cock, âT-toru,âÂ
And his other hand snakes around to cup your chin, forcing you to meet your own gaze in the mirror.Â
Youâre a mess â sweat slicked and naked, your skin littered with blooming red marks dotting up and down your body, your nipples pebbled and hard under his touch, and your cunt on full display, his fingers slipping down to spread them, as if to show you where he just was.Â
And he was â hulking behind you, his whole form enveloping you as his cock pushed against your needy entrance. His haori disheveled and his hair askew from your fingers running through it, skin shiny with sweat, skin beautifully flushed, and his eyes filled with lust and his smile far too pleased with himself as he watched you squirm.Â
Your eyes squeeze shut, âDonât wanna be the only one to watch me cum inside you, you should enjoy the view too,â heâs finally sinking to you again, body falling back against him as he sheathed himself in you fully again, âlook at how well you take me,âÂ
And his fingers are cupping your chin, spit slipping from your mouth, as he forced you to look again, see the bulge in your stomach as he slowly began to fuck you, his grunts and moans hot against your ear, âyâknow, Iâm beginning to really believe you were made for me, sweets, the only one for me,â and heâs emphasizing it with a thrust, âyouâre the only one I can even imagine wanting, even just thinking of you is enough for me,â his words do nothing but make you grow tighter as he fucks upwards into you, as he spots your eyes shut again, âcâmon baby, watch me fuck you,â
So you do, watch as his cock slides in and out of your cunt, the wet noises and squelch almost too much for you to bear, the all too familiar knot in your stomach growing ready to snap. His fingers slide up your body to pinch and tease your sensitive nipples, already flushed from his attention. Heâs murmuring sweet words, but you donât hear any of them â youâre gone, lost in the pleasure, in the sweet stretch of your pussy around his cock, unable to look away as he fucks into you.Â
âSâgood for me, sweets, Iâm close,â and heâs pulling you down flush against him, cock buried to the base as his tip brushes against your g-spot with every thrust, his lips pressing needy kisses to the side of your neck, âfuck, gânna cumââÂ
âCum inside me, fill me up, Toru,â and he groans your name, turning your head to find your lips in a sloppy kiss, tongue wrapped around yours just as his cock hits the deepest part of your tight cunt and his fingers rub against your clit.Â
And youâre squirting, gushing over his lap and cock, pulling your lips from him as you moan his name, as he rails into you through your orgasm, until he notches himself as deep as he can before heâs cumming too, hot release painting your walls as he fills you up. Heâs fucking his cum into you.Â
You both grow slack as he slows his movements, relaxing against his body, murmuring soft praises as he slowly pulls himself from inside, clicking his tongue, as he watches his cum slip out of you.Â
âSweetheart, how will you fulfill your duty if you let my cum slip out like that?â he kisses your cheek, before heâs gathering the cum on his fingers to stuff it back inside, drawing a gasp from your lips, âmaybe Iâll just fill you up again, hm?âÂ
His softening cock twitches at the thought, as you lean into him, shifting as you feel just how wet youâve gotten himâŚand his clothes.Â
Fuck.Â
âToru, how are you going to fight in these clothes tomorrow?â you cover your burning cheeks, âitâs drenched,âÂ
âItâll dry,â you snap your head to him to glare at him, and he pouts, âwhat? Itâll be like youâre fighting with meââÂ
âI swear if I have to live with the knowledge you fought the king of curses with my cum all over you, Iâll kill youââÂ
âAnd if Iâm not aliveââ
âI will bring you back to life, just to kill you,â and your palm slides against the slant of his cheek, âand youâre not going to die, I forbid it,âÂ
He chuckles, his lips leaning down to meet yours in a sweet kiss, âThen I better not now, huh?âÂ
~~~
âYouâll come home to me, wonât you?âÂ
It hadnât been a question, not until now, now when youâre faced with the reality of the day pressed against you as day breaks over December 24th. Daylight seeped into the bedroom, his thumb tracing a lazy circle against the divot of your hip, a soft smile on his lips, with his arms wrapped around you.Â
Atlas long having shifted the sky to your husbandâs shoulders, from the second he existed in his world â but for a moment, you feel it too. Not like him â never like him, even when you tried to bear it with him. But you never could understand, no matter how you tried to. Â
But you tried â his fingers lacing with yours, engulfing yours with his warmth, as he lifted your intertwined fingers to his lips.Â
âWhere else would I go, sweets?â And you didnât want to think of the other possibilities, to say the words out loud and manifest them as some cruel jujutsu godâs intention. Because when were these gods ever kind? âI only belong in one place â two if you count the mochi place in Sendai,âÂ
But he doesnât earn a smile out of you, frown still firmly fixed to your lips, âouch, not even a pity half smile?â he tilts his head, âsweetheartââÂ
âYou said it yourself that the ten shadows is the ultimate counter to infinity,â you hate the words that leave your lips, filling in your mouth like bile, unable to do anything but spit them out like acid, âthat and Sukunaâs technique, Iâm worriedââÂ
âWorrying wonât change the outcome, baby, and Iâm not planning on losing,âÂ
âIf you arenât, then why did you agree to give Yuta your body?â your words were quiet, his movements still, muscles tense as if he had already given up his autonomy to another, âand you didnât tell me,â
Heâs careful with his words, tiptoeing between buried minesâ âI didnât want you to worry about something that wouldnât happenââ but still managing to step on one all the same.Â
âBullshit. You thought it would be better for me to find out if push comes to shove?â you laugh, a bitter noise, but all the anger leaves your body, and only fear is left, âI canât lose you, Toru,âÂ
âBabyââÂ
âI canât. I wonât,â youâre being petulant, you know are, but heâs the one person youâre allowed to be childish about, just as he is with you.Â
âYou wonât, huh?â He wasnât used to be treated like this â as fragile, as something thatâs fleeting, that could slip from fingers as easily as everyone else did. Even as you touched his, fingers tracing the curve of his jaw with the most delicate of touches, as if heâd shatter under your touch, âI donât think we get a say in that, sweets, unless you had secret meetings with a god I donât know about,âÂ
âSatoruââÂ
âDonât worry I wonât get too jealousââ and you cover his mouth, yanking him close by his scarf, your forehead pressed to his shoulder.Â
âI love you, you absolute idiot, you know that right?â And you feel his lips curl ever so slightly against your fingers, before he presses a soft kiss to your palm, easing it from his mouth, âI love you, I love you so much,âÂ
âI love you too,â he presses his forehead to yours, âIâll come back to you, but even if I donâtâŚIâll always be with you, you canât get rid of me, even in death,âÂ
âPromise?â And he kisses you, soft and languid, thumb rubbing back and forth against your speak.Â
âPromise.âÂ
And Satoru Gojo was never one to break his promises.Â
~~~~
Except now.Â
The slice cut through the silence of the battlefield with the wet squelch of flesh and blood, followed by two thumps, one soon after the other.Â
No, no. This wasnât true. It wasnât. It wasnât.Â
It couldnât be.Â
He promised he would come back. He promised heâd live. He promised.Â
He canât leave like this. No, he can heal himself, he can save himself, couldnât he? RCT like he did before with Toji. And for your eyes flickered around the room, no one could meet your gaze, none except Shoko, who saw the question in your eyes and only frowned before shaking her head, lit cigarette snapping in half as he held it too tight.Â
âNo, noââ you didnât even realize you said the words out loud before you felt everyoneâs eyes on you suddenly, before you felt something, a flicker of his cursed energy and you snapped.Â
âUi ui, take me with you,â Kashimo was already on his way to the battlefield, a lightning flash to deathâs door, with no fear.Â
Yuta says your name softly, âI donât know if thatâs a goodââ your eyes snap to his hard.Â
âYou have your plans, Yuta, and I have my own, this isnât a matter of discussion,â you step over to Ui Ui, seeing Yutaâs hands curl into fists, vision averted, âIâm not ready to give up on him,âÂ
And in a second, youâre in the middle of the battlefield, dust clearing as the distant noises of fighting rings in your ears, but you barely register it, no, not when wind rolls and you see him.Â
âSatoru,âÂ
Youâre at his side in an instant, your fingers running over his cheek, the heat leaving his body, cold creeping in, but as your fingers graze his, a quiet murmur of his name, and you see his eyes flutter.Â
And itâs immediate. You look to Ui Ui, as your hands are placed on either side of his split body, palms spread against his body, âTake us to Shoko, heâs alive.âÂ
~~~~
Satoru Gojo was never one to lose.Â
But he supposed if he had to lose to anyone, it might as well be the king of curses. But he knows he didnât really loose, as he watches the snow fall above him, wondering if the cold against his skin was the snow or if it was something else entirely.Â
Was this what it was like for Suguru? Is this what he saw? The winter sky, or was it him knelt beside him as his life left his body.Â
Maybe heâll ask him when he goes back, when he sees everyone again.Â
And then he hears it â your voice, the quiet murmur of his name, and the brush of your hand against his. Â
No, no, he canât leave. Not if he can help it. Not when youâre here.Â
He feels your cursed energy flood his body, the flow of cursed energy through every inch of him, as it keeps his heart beating and his brain alive â a gasp caught in his throat.Â
If you want to start anew, head north. If you want to return to your old self, head south.Â
Thereâs only one option.Â
He had to head north â even if it meant â he closed his eyes â losing everything, but himself.Â
But heâd have you â and that would be more than enough.Â
~~~
âAre you enjoying the view?âÂ
Your lips curl as you stand in the doorway of your bedroom, leaning back against the doorframe, watching your husband dress himself.Â
âAlways do,â the floorboards creak lowly as you cross the bedroom to your husbandâs side, âwhy do you think I married you?âÂ
He chuckles, âand here I thought it was because of my incredible personality,â and you snort, as your arms wrap around his middle, your fingers adjusting the obi belt around his waist, âfeels like you laughed at that a little too hard, sweetheart,âÂ
âI just imagined how your students would react at that,â you laugh softly, as you finish adjusting his belt, only to grab his haori, a deep sky blue, as pretty as he is, âpretty sure theyâd disagree, especially after the stunt you pulledââ
And of course, the stunt you were referring to was him coercing you push a box out to his students, only for him to pop out.Â
âHow many chances would I have to do that? Plus, it was hilarious â did you see their faces?â And you scoff, shaking your head, âPlus, I figured it would be less shocking this way. Surprising them this way changes the focus from what happened to right now,âÂ
You helped him pull the haori on, guiding his arms in one sleeve and then another, âI think you just being alive was enough of a shock,â you kiss his palm, pressing it against your face.Â
And his lips curl, âWell I made a promise didnât I?â His other hand reaches for you, finding your waist and tugging you close, âand I never break a promise, especially when it comes to my beautiful wife,âÂ
âCan you call me that yet? We still havenât had the ceremony yet,â he shakes his head.Â
âThis is only a formality, something to appease the elders and keep the idea of a clan war at bay,â he scoffs, shaking his head, before shrugging, âbut it isnât so bad,âÂ
âWhyâs that?â And he smiles. Â
âBecause now we can have no regrets,â and your fingers trace upwards over his face, the scars from his battle bumpy as your fingers run over his soft skin, fingers reaching the blindfold over his left eye, before pushing it up â his cerulean blue eye now a milky white, âexcept maybe being able to marry you with both eyes,âÂ
âLike you said, we were already married,â your thumb runs over his shut eye gently, âthis is just a formality,â
He leans into your touch, nuzzling your hand, before his arms pull you flush against him, âThen can we be late?â And his lips lean down to press a heated kiss to your neck, voice reverberating against your skin, âbecause Iâd like to enjoy my wife before I have to share her with everyone else,âÂ
âToruââ a soft gasp cuts you off, as his hands slide down your sides to cup your ass, fingers squeezing, âwe canâtââÂ
âOh what will they do? Start without us?â And your resistance is waning as his lips start trailing kisses down your neck, tugging at your kimono if only to pull the fabric down your shoulders, âI promise Iâll be fast,âÂ
âLast time you promised that, we didnât even make it out the doorââ and his fingers are already undoing your obi, before sliding up and underneath the silk material, thighs parting under his touch, âgodââÂ
âYou donât have to call me âgod,â sweetheart,â and his fingers toy with your panties, âlook at my wife,â and heâs tilting your gaze to make you look at yourself in the mirror again, âperfect,âÂ
âJust like my husband,â and his lips curl.Â
âEven now?â And your fingers cup his cheek, forcing him to meet your gaze â no longer the look of the strongest or the gaze of the six eyes â just the eyes of your husband, Satoru Gojo. The very gaze heâll use to look to the future.Â
âEspecially now.â Â
⧠a/n: welcome to the first kinktober fic!! sorry it took a bit T_T. i've been super busy with work and i keep getting sick in weird ways. last week i got hives and this week, my stomach is being a jerk. but i hope you guys enjoyed :) i think the next fic may be 'a cult classic' or 'scream (only for me)' so look forward to that!! thank you to @coffee-and-geto and @gaylatteart for betaing!
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Hi! I donât know if youâve watched part 2 of outer banks yet, and if you didnât this request is a spoiler!!
Can you do JJ Maybankâs sister seeing him die and Rafe is just watching her break down and heâs comforting her while she cries in his arms? Iâm sobbing over JJ right now đ
Thank you!
Gone
Summery: outer banks season 4 episode 10/the anon
Words: 1.6k
Warnings: SPOILERS, death, grammar mistakes.
A/N: i also sobbed, i cant believe it and thank you for requesting love youuu.
The sandstorm hit suddenly. The air was thick, nearly solid with dust. You stumbled forward as the wind blew strongly, You screamed, begging JJ to come down before something terrible would happen but even if you pulled the scarf tighter across your nose and mouth every breath felt like swallowing shards of glass making it hard to speak.Â
Everything was clouded and your goggles were smeared with sand dust. It was impossible to see your brother who was up high on that statue trying to find the blue crown you, the pogues and Rafe have been risking your lives for.
âCome down JJ!â You screamed as loud as you could, hoping he could hear you over the screaming wind.Â
A surge of panic rose in you, he wasn't listening, only going higher and higher to reach the top.
âHurry please!â You screamed again as the sandstorm was getting worse and worse. Squinting your eyes you could see JJ finally descending the statue after a while, carefully holding on to the rock.
âJJ, holy shit are you okay?â You rushed forward to him as he stumbled around frantically.
âI'm good! I'm better actually, I'm great. Look!â he yelled over the storm and held up the blue crown, it felt like a dream having it in front of you.
âNo way, you found itâ You both looked down at the dusty historical crown in silence for a second, sinking in it the victory that was so rare when it came to you and your twin.
âWe got it!â He cheered, pumping his fist, jumping into place from all the adrenaline. The victory cheers didn't last long though, the next thing you knew shots were fired at you from the group who wanted to steal what was rightfully yours.
âRun, run, runâ JJ shouted behind you as you ran through the sand blindly and desperate to find shelter.
The sandstorm roared with life around you, Yours and JJ's footsteps vanished almost as quickly as you made them, erased by the wind.
You coughed, your lungs stinging as you struggled to run down the stairs you had found leading inside the monument.Â
But suddenly, a shadow appeared out of the storm. A strong hand gripped your forearms and in a sudden movement, your back was pressed on your âfather'sâ chest, an arm around your neck holding on tightly, cutting your airflow and a sharp blade pressed into the side of your face.
âJJ!â you called out, trying to get out of his grasp.
âLet her go!â JJ shouted, his voice trembling with anger. He lunged towards you trying to rip you away from him but he only pressed the blade harder making you cry out. But Groff only shook his head.
You cried, struggling, and your heart pounding as Groffâs grip tightened. You fought against him, but his hold was unbreakable.
âYouâre just like your mother,â Groff hissed, his gaze cold and unmoved. âAlways standing in my way. Well, this time, youâre not going to stop me. Give me what I wantâ
âLet her goâ He begged.
âIf you had listened, we wouldn't be here JJ, you could have had everything. WE could have had the life we deserved as a family. All three of us. But now you get nothing. Nothing at allâ Chandler pants like a maniac.
âI already have everything,â JJ says, shaking his head in disbelief. âI have everything I ever wanted. You want the crown? Sure, take it. I don't want it. Just let my sister go.â
âGive it to me, hold it outâ He reached toward JJ for the precious object, his grip on you not loosening.
In a swift moment, an exchange was made. Groff grasped the crown, and JJ pulled you out of his arms.
âI got youâ JJ breathed out with relief, like a weight was removed from his shoulders. He hugged you protectively. Holding your head against his shoulder like a shield. But then again, the victory was cut short.
âJJ, y/nâ you were interrupted by the voice of your father, his call made both of you separate and turn to face him, JJâs body still shielding you from further harm.
âIt's a shameâŚyou and Iâ You furrowed your brows and a gasp came out of your mouth when the sound of flesh being pierced rang out.Â
âYou should have given me the ropeâ Time was moving at a slow pace as the scene unfolded. Groff twisted the knife in JJ's stomach before pulling it out rapidly and running out into the desert.
"JJ!" You screamed, your voice raw with terror. You saw JJ stumble back, his hands flying to his side. Dark red blood was spreading through his shirt and across his fingers, and the sight of it hit you like a punch to the gut.
The world narrowed to the scene in front of you as you watched JJ fall, his face contorted in pain.Â
âNo, no, noâ you cried, desperation thick in your voice.
You rushed to JJâs side, catching him just as he stumbled. He looked up at you, his face pale and stained with tears.
âIt's okay JJ, it's okayâ You pressed into his wound, shaking terribly, sobbing when he let out a pained groan.
âNo, pleaseâ you murmured, pressing your hand over the wound in a desperate attempt to slow the bleeding. âYouâre going to be okay. Just stay with me, okay? Stay with me.â
âHey, hey,â He whispered, his voice breaking. âTake care of the others for me, okay?â
âNo! Noâ Your breaths shakes, your chest tight with sadness.
âI love you, y/n. You're the best sister anyone could ever have.â His gaze was beginning to drift, his eyes unfocused, and the strength in his grip was fading. Panic clawed at you.
âI love you, please don't goâ you begged, but it was pointless he was already gone.
âNo! No, no. Please! JJ, pleaseâ you shaked his shoulder weakly.
âJohn B!â You screamed, your chest burning from the lack of oxygen your lungs were getting.
âPope! Rafe!â Your hands gripped your brother refusing to let go.
âPlease JJ!â Your heart shattered completely, a part of you gone forever. Your brother, your twin, your best friend, the other half of your soul, gone.Â
âPleaseâ You pressed your forehead against him, your tears falling over the blood-soaked shirt.
The pogues came running towards you, sinking to their knees, calling out to him, crying, sobbing, mourning.
Everything in you gave out as you held onto him, you couldn't even fight when hands grabbed onto your shoulder to bring you away from your brother's corpse.
Your body fell limp into Rafe's lap. His hands held your body up as if he was your lifeline.Â
âIt's gonna be okayâ He whispered against your forehead but you barely registered any of it, only sobbing, and screaming in pain against him.Â
The Pogues stood in a tight circle, all eyes fixed on JJ as if somehow their stares alone could bring him back. But no one spoke, and in the heavy silence, the truth crashed over them, settling deep in their bones. JJ was gone.
Kiaraâs shoulders shook, a small, trembling motion that quickly overtook her entire body. She fell to her knees, hands pressed to her mouth as she fought to hold back the sobs.Â
Pope was beside her, his eyes frantically looking over the scene, he didn't want to believe any of it, as if it was a cruel joke.
John B stood, rigid. His fists were clenched so tight his knuckles were white, and his jaw was set, teeth gritted as he tried to hold it all in, to keep the pain from breaking him apart.Â
Rafe's arms wrapped around you gently, his hand resting on the back of your head as he let you fall into his chest. You buried your face in his shoulder, the grief and sorrow pouring out in waves as he held you.
He didnât speak of the rivalry, the old wounds and the bitterness between your families; none of that mattered now. At this moment, all he saw was your pain, and he was there, his own heart breaking a little as he watched you crumble.
When the sobs finally subsided, leaving you weak and exhausted, Rafe pulled back slightly, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his eyes filled with something youâd never seen in him beforeâsoftness, understanding.Â
âIt's okay,â he murmured, his voice a promise, his hand gentle as he brushed a stray tear from your cheek. âIâve got you.â
You sat on the sand as a fire crackled in front of you, you had just buried him, the silence was thick nobody wanted to believe the truth.Â
Your head pounded, even when you were softly laying on Rafe's legs using them as pillows. His calloused fingers gently rubbed your hair and you tried to concentrate on the movement in an attempt to forget about the previous moment but you failed.
âGroff said he was going to Lisbonâ Rafe whispered above you, making your eyes open and looking up at him. His eyes met yours and he continued.
âIf he was my friend or my brother⌠I would go after the guy that just killed himâ The mention made your heart burn but he had a point.
âHe's not wrongâ Kie whispered, agreeing with your inner thoughts. You snuggled against Rafe's legs one last time before sitting up and leaning your head on his shoulder.Â
âJJ would already be on his way to kill him if it was one of us,â you said and everyone's eyes snapped towards you, those were the first words you had spoken since it happened.Â
âHe'd get even,â John B added.
âLet's get revenge,â you said, your voice more confident than it was before, you felt a hand grasp onto yours and slowly you turned your head to face Rafe. He nodded and tightened his grip in a comforting way, never letting go.
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iâll drive, iâll drive all night
bf!rafe cameron x fem!reader
cw â alcohol, brief talks abt arguing, this is lowk short
summary â you drunk call rafe for a ride home from your friends house.
a/n â whipped this up in a few minutes so please donât be too harsh. request!!
do not copy or post my work anywhere else.
you sat outside with the warm breeze as you waited on the steps to your best friends house for your boyfriend to pick you up. you were completely out of it, eyes feeling heavy, body all soft and feeling like jelly from the copious amounts of alcohol coursing through you.
youâd probably had one too many drinks and you were expecting a lecture from rafe when he arrived but you were too far past the point of caring. you just wanted to see him and go home after the terrible day youâd had.
the two of you had argued earlier in the afternoon which eventually led to you both parting ways and not speaking for a few hours. you were both very opinionated and you had attitudes that often didnât mix well when you were frustrated. one of you usually apologized though and you guys moved past it.
this one was different though. you knew youâd been a little mean in your replies but you also felt like he deserved a little reality check. you currently couldnât even remember why you were arguing due to your drunken state, but you knew it was something you guys could easily get over. you two would probably forget about it by morning anyway.
when you finally saw the big truck pull into the driveway, you quickly stood and almost immediately regretted the sudden action. your head began to spin and a pain accumulated behind your eyelids as you drunkenly stumbled to his car. he was standing on the passengers side waiting for you.
once you approached after tripping over your own feet, he opened up the door for you without a word and helped you up the big step to get inside. he shut it behind you and made his way into his own seat. he assured you had your seatbelt on and began reversing out of the driveway without a word.
âiâm sorry,â you slurred quietly, noticing the way both his hands held the steering wheel instead of one of them resting on your thigh. âdidnât know who else to call.â
you heard him sigh and begin to drive. âwould rather you call me than anyone else,â he admitted honestly and spared a glance in your direction. his heart broke a little at the soft pout on your lips and the sad glint in your eyes. âând iâm not mad at you, baby. âs fine.â
your eyes glistened with tears as you looked at him. âyouâre not?â you mumbled under your breath, eyes feeling heavier and your head getting all foggy.
he shook his head with a shrug and gently rested his hand on your lower thigh just above your knee, thumb soothing over your skin reassuringly. âcould never be mad at you,â he said before the car fell into a comfortable silence. the only sound being the quiet song playing on his radio.
you didnât know when you fell asleep or how long itâd been since, but you began to wake to the sight of rafe standing in front of you looking extremely focused and a soft towel being dragged carefully over your cheeks. you were sat on the bathroom counter with your legs spread slightly and him standing between them with majority of your body weight leaning against his.
he was holding your jaw in one hand while the other hand did what you assumed was taking off your makeup. when you finally fluttered your eyes open for real this time, he scanned your face and placed the towel down on the counter. âyou have fun tonight?â
you nodded and smiled softly. âmhm. morganâs friends are really nice. the bar was so cool,â you replied, awkwardly rubbing your hands along your thighs not knowing whether or not it was appropriate to touch him. ââm really sorry, rafe.â
he went silent for a moment but his eyes stayed fixed on yours. âits okay, sweetheart. we both said some shit we shouldnât have. âs alright. people make mistakes.â
âi was beinâ a bitch earlier,â you mumbled, leaning your forehead against his chest.
he laughed softly and smoothed a hand down the back of your head comfortingly. âi think i can handle your attitude pretty well by now,â he replied just barely above a whisper. âcâmon. time for bed.â
you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands found the backs of your thighs, lifting you and walking you to your shared bedroom before dropping you down gently on your side. he was quick to pull his shirt over his head and crawl under the covers beside you.
you scooted closer to his side and sighed at the familiar warmth you enjoyed so much. his arm loosely fell to the dip of your waist as he scrolled through netflix to find a movie on, knowing you couldnât sleep without the tv on. âi love you baby,â you muttered through a sleep-laced voice.
he smiled and pressed a kiss to your hair. âi love you more, angel.â
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BACKSEAT MISTAKES â SATORU GOJO
pairing â satoru gojo x female!reader
summary â satoru gojo and you have been driving each other crazy all night with your constant teasing. just your luck, the only seat left in the car heading back home is right on his lap. with every bump and turn on the road home, you can't help grinding against him and with his moans in your ear, it's only a matter of time before something more happens right?
word count â 6.3 k
warnings â 18+ ONLY. contains explicit sexual content, mentions of alcohol usage, unprotected sex, penetration, fingering, public sex, kinda breeding kink, praising, needy female, overstimulation, edging, oral (both male and female), satoru is a bit insane as always.
author's note â no need for fancy intros, don't act innocent, we both know you didn't click this for the plot. this is basically a continuation of this headcanon. if you enjoyed watching satoru lose his mind, i'd appreciate a reblog or comment, and now happy reading <3
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Satoru Gojo's lap was absolutely the last place you expected to find yourself tonight. Yet here you are, perched on his muscular thighs, the crowded car speeding towards your place after the party.
Trying to get comfortable, you shift your weight, accidentally brushing against his crotch. Satoru sucks in a sharp breath.
"Easy there." His hand grips your waist tighter, pulling you flush against his chest. "Or are you trying to start something?"
"You wish," you fire back.
"Oh, I do wish." He smirks, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt "Been wanting to get my hands on you all night."
You merely huff, pretending indifference even as your heart races at his words, his touch. Satoru Gojo is the biggest tease on campus, and he fucking knows it.
Tonight's party was no different.
From the moment you arrived, Satoru was there, looking infuriatingly handsome in his tight shirt that clung to his every muscle, flashing that cocky grin whenever he caught you staring. Which was often.
Now, crammed in Suguru's car, the only seat left just had to be Satoru's lap. Before you could protest, Suguru hit the gas and the car lurched forward.
Satoru's arm snakes around your waist to steady you. "Careful there," he murmurs, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. "Wouldn't want you to fall."
Biting your lip, you stare out the window, trying to focus on anything but the way your bodies are molded together. Every bump, every turn presses you against him in the most maddening way.
Heat pools in your core as you fight the urge to grind down onto him. Blame it on the alcohol, but it was damn hard to think straight when you were rubbing against his rough pants.
But then a glance at Satoru nearly makes you gasp. Head thrown back, eyes closed, lips parted. His arm tightens around you, pulling you impossibly closer.
Then, he dips his head, lips grazing your ear. "Keep squirming like that, love, and we're gonna have a situation." His other hand finds your thigh, fingertips dragging over your skin. "Not that I'm complaining. Grind on me all you want."
Your breath catches. Heat courses through your veins, and it's only partly from the alcohol. Maybe it's liquid courage, maybe it's weeks of pent-up frustration. But now it's payback time.
Slowly, deliberately, you roll your hips, relishing his sharp intake of breath.
Satoru shifts beneath you. Unmistakable proof of his hardening length brushes your backside, a whimper nearly escapes him.
"Fuck, you feel what you do to me?" Satoru's groan is quiet in your ear. "Been hard for you all damn night."
"Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?"
"Oh, I've got plenty in mind." Satoru's fingers dig into your hip. "But not sure you could handle it with an audience."
"Try me. I dare you."
"Don't tempt me. When I get you alone, you're gonna regret being such a tease."
Boldly, you rock your hips against him, teasing him just a little bit more.
His hips buck up involuntarily, seeking friction. His cock presses against your backside. He dips his head, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Another moan falls from his lips, this one deeper, needier, muffled against your shoulder.
"Keep moving like that and I won't be able to control myself," he warns, his words hot against your shoulder. "Gonna end up taking you right here in this car, audience be damned."
And oh, how you wanted to take him up on that challenge.
You shift again, this time with clear intent. You grind down against his hardness, rolling your hips in a slow, deliberate circle but subtly to avoid drawing attention from the others in the car, the flowing fabric of your skirt thankfully providing enough coverage to conceal your movements.
His fingers dig into your waist, a strangled groan escaping his throat. You feel him grow even harder beneath you, straining against the confines of his pants, his thick length digging into your backside.
Biting your lip, you reach back and palm him through his pants, squeezing gently. You can feel him throb through the layers of clothing separating you.
Satoru jolts, a high, needy whine catching in his throat. His head falls back against the seat, eyes squeezing shut as he tries to maintain control.
"Shit, shit, wait," he pants, fingers circling your wrist to stop your teasing touch. "Stop that."
"What's the matter, Satoru? Can't handle a little teasing?"
"You're going to regret this," he warns, voice thin with strain. "You're in so much trouble when I get you alone."
Wetness pools between your thighs, soaking through your underwear. You've never wanted him more than in this moment.
Satoru's mouth finds your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "But you know, two can play at this game, love," he rumbles against your throat. "And I play to win."
To punctuate his point, his free hand slides up your inner thigh, fingers brushing feather-light over your feverish skin. Even that small touch makes you gasp, hips pressing against his.
"Better be careful. Keep up the teasing and I might just make you come right here, audience or no."
Your breath hitches, body torn between the desire to let him do just that and the knowledge that you're very much not alone.
But Satoru seems determined to push things further. His fingers grow bolder, wandering further up your thigh, skimming over the sensitive skin with feather-light touches that have you squirming.
Higher and higher he goes, until finally, finally, he reaches your clothed core. Your pulse pounds in your ears as he traces the lacy edge of your underwear, the barest hint of a touch.
"Satoru," you whisper, half plea, half warning. You're not sure if you're begging him to stop or keep going, but it doesn't matter. He does what he wants anyway.
"Shh," he murmurs, lips brushing your ear. "Just keep quiet and let me make you feel good."
With that, he presses his fingers more firmly against you, rubbing slow, lazy strokes over your clothed clit. Biting your lip hard, you try to stifle the moan rising in your throat. But then his fingers slip beneath the waistband of your underwear, and the first direct touch of skin against skin has you shuddering in his lap.
"So wet," Satoru marvels, fingers gliding easily through your slick folds. "All this, just from a little teasing? You're going to be drenched by the time we get home."
"Satoru," you whimper. "Please..."
"Please what, love?" His fingers circle your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make your head spin. "Tell me what you want."
"I wantâ" you start, only to cut off with a gasp when the car hits a pothole, causing his fingers to slip lower, teasing your entrance.
"Sorry guys," Suguru calls over his shoulder, "road's a bit bumpy."
"Yeah, no problem," Satoru replies, voice surprisingly steady for a man with his hand between your legs. "We're good."
Good is an understatement.
The way his fingers are moving against you, dipping just slightly into your entrance before sliding back up to your clit, has you seeing stars. Your hips rock against his touch, desperate for more.
He traces the very edge of your entrance, circling you with a barely-there pressure that makes you want to scream. Dipping just the tips of his fingers inside, he gathers the wetness before gliding back up to your clit.
His touch is maddening. You're desperate for more, for the thick slide of his fingers deep inside you, for the delicious stretch and fullness. But Satoru denies you, keeps his touches feather-light and fleeting, never quite giving you what you need.
"Please," you whimper, hips canting shamelessly against his hand. "Please, Satoru, I need..."
"What do you need, love?" he purrs in your ear, fingers continuing their torturous movements. "Use your words."
"Your fingers. Inside me. Please, I need you inside me."
Satoru hums, considering.
His fingers dip into your entrance again, just slightly deeper than before. Your breath hitches, walls fluttering around the teasing intrusion. But before you can grind down, before you can take him deeper, he withdraws, sliding back up to circle your clit.
"Satoru," you whine plaintively.
"Patience, love. I'll give you what you need. Eventually."
His fingers glide down again, tracing through your slick folds, teasing at your entrance without ever breaching. It's torturous, the ghosting pressure where you're empty and aching.
Up and down, up and down, never pushing inside but just hinting at the pleasure of it. Your core turns molten until you think you can't take it any longer.
You're so wet you can hear it, the obscene sound of his fingers gliding through your arousal seeming impossibly loud in the close confines of the car.
"Fuck, you're dripping. I've barely touched you and you're already this wet for me."
As if to emphasize his point, he circles your entrance again, dipping just the very tips of his fingers inside, stretching you open around him for a fleeting second before withdrawing.
"So desperate to be filled. You want it so bad, don't you, love?," he marvels, pressing just slightly deeper on the next pass. "Want my fingers buried deep inside you, want me stretching you open and fucking you until you scream."
"Yes," you sob, head thrashing against his shoulder. "Yes, please Satoru, please..."
He rewards your begging with another barely-there thrust, the very tips of his fingers breaching your entrance before retreating again. It's simultaneously too much and not enough, the fleeting fullness stoking your desperation to a fever pitch.
"Satoru, please. I can't... I need..."
"Shh, I know. I've got you, love. Going to give you what you need now."
Slowly, torturously, he sinks one long finger into you. The slide is smooth and easy, your body offering no resistance. You moan low in your throat, head tipping back in relief and pleasure as he bottoms out, buried to the knuckle.
"Fuck, you're tight," Satoru whispers, sounding almost pained. "And so wet, fuck. Can't wait to feel this perfect little cunt wrapped around my cock."
The thought makes you clench hard, walls rippling around his finger. Satoru groans, hips grinding up against your ass, the thick line of his cock digging into you.
Slowly, he starts to move, pumping his finger in and out of you. But it's not enough, the stretch too slight to truly satisfy the ache inside you.
"More. Please, Satoru, more."
He obeys with a second finger, the added thickness making you gasp and arch. Satoru sets a deep rhythm, fingers curling to stroke that spot inside you that make you bite down your lip.
"Fuck, Satoru. More, please, more..."
You feel his answering groan more than hear it, the vibration of it rumbling through his chest pressed against your back. "Such a greedy girl, always needin' more."
He punctuates his words with a particularly deep thrust, before you can do more than gasp, he's withdrawing, ignoring your whimper of protest. But it's only for a second, just long enough for him to add a third finger on the next plunge.
The stretch is maddening, bordering on too much. It tears a gasp from your throat before you can stop it. It's loud enough to make Suguru glance back briefly. "Everything okay back there?"
You bite down you lip to keep from whimpering. With his fingers still inside you, Satoru keeps his expression impressively neutral, even as his other hand grips your thigh hard enough to bruise.
"Yeah, we're good. Hey, can you turn up the music? I love that song."
Suguru shrugs, seemingly oblivious to what happens in the backseat. "Sure thing, man." He reaches for the volume dial, cranking up the pounding bass until it fills the car.
You've never been more grateful for loud music in your life. As the beat thrums through the vehicle, you pray it will drown out any further sounds you might make. Especially considering Choso and Kento, passed out drunk were literally sitting beside you.
Satoru bottoms out, three fingers buried as deep as they can go, stretching you impossibly full. For a moment he stays like that, let's you just feel the perfect ache of it, the way your inner walls ripple and squeeze around him.
"Oh fuck." You grind your hips down to take him even deeper. "Satoru, yes..."
"That's it, take it. Take everything I give you like a good girl."
Slowly he begins to move. It's a smooth, deep glide, his fingers stroking you from the inside with devastating precision. He curls them just right, rubbing over that sensitive spot he found as if he knew it by heart.
Your head falls back against his shoulder, mouth open in a silent moan as he works you closer and closer to the edge.
"God, the sounds you make," Satoru groans, pumping his fingers faster, harder. "Sexiest fucking thing I've ever heard. Could listen to you moan for me all damn night. I wonder why he didn't do that sooner?"
Every thrust of Satoru's fingers, every glancing brush of his thumb over your clit, drags another broken whimper from your throat. Pleasure builds rapidly fast, your body climbing higher and higher, chasing the release that shimmers just out of reach.
"Satoru, please," you gasp. "I'm so close, I need... fuck, I need..."
"I know what you need," he rasps, doubling his efforts. His fingers piston in and out of you. "Need to come, don't you? Need to soak my fingers, drench my hand in your cum until it's dripping down my wrist."
"Satoru. Need you. Please."
"Shh, I've got you," he soothes, even as his thrusts grows harder, faster. "Just let go, love. I'll catch you."
Thank god for the loud music and low lighting. If not for that, everyone in the car would be clearly aware of exactly what Satoru is doing to you right now, how you're trembling and writhing in his lap.
His fingers speed up, his thump rubbing firm circles against your clit. You're close, teetering on the knife's edge of release.
"That's it. You're being so good for me, staying quiet while I make you feel good. You gonna come for me, love? Gonna soak my fingers while trying not to scream?"
His words make you clench hard around his fingers. Your thighs start to tremble. You're so close, body drawn tight.
Satoru feels it too. "That's it. Come on my fingers, love. Wanna feel you let go."
But just as you're about to tip over the edge, just as your eyes are fluttering closed, the car rolls to a stop. Satoru's fingers still deep inside you, a frustrated groan rumbling in his chest.
"We're here," Suguru announces, glancing at you through the rearview mirror.
It takes a moment for the words to reach you through the haze clouding your mind. You blink dazedly, struggling to catch your breath as Satoru carefully withdraws his hand form you.
"Thanks for the ride, man," he says to Suguru, voice strained but level. "I'll make sure she gets in safe."
"You sure you don't need a ride too? I don't mind, it's on my way."
But Satoru is already shaking his head, one hand reaching for yours, lacing your fingers together. "Nah, I'm good. I'll walk or catch a cab later."
He doesn't wait for a response, practically yanking you out of the car and slamming the door shut behind you. Satoru's grip on your hand tightens as he drags you to the door of your house, impatient to get you inside.
You fumble with your keys, doesn't help that Satoru is pressed against your back, the hard length of him digging into you, making it difficult to concentrate.
"Hurry," he urges. His lips find your neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the heated skin. You gasp, head falling back against his shoulder as he sucks at your throat.
Finally, blessedly, the door swings open.
You barely have time to step inside before Satoru is on you again, kicking the door shut and pinning you against it. His mouth on yours in a bruising kiss, tongue delving deep, claiming you.
He kisses you like a starving man at a feast, consuming you, devouring you. It's all you can do to cling to his shoulders as the onslaught continues, feeling dizzy and breathless.
Large hands roam your body, pushing your skirt up around your waist, squeezing your ass. He grinds against you, the rough fabric of his pants creating delicious friction against your sensitive core.
"Satoru," you gasp as his mouth trails down your neck, teeth nipping. "Bedroom. Now."
"Takes too long." In one swift motion, he grasps your hips and lifts you up, turning to set you down on the stairs instead.
Your breath catches as your back meets the cold wooden steps. His body covers yours, his weight on you as he settles between your thighs. You can feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against you.
He braces a hand on the stair by your head, the other trailing down your side. "You've been teasing me all night. Strutting around in this tiny little outfit, bending over in front of me, brushing against me 'accidentally'. Driving me fucking crazy.â
He rolls his hips, grinding against your core. Even through layers of clothing, the friction is maddening. Your back arches, pressing closer.
"Maybe I like driving you crazy," you manage breathlessly. Your own hands tug at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin. "Maybe I like seeing you so desperate."
"Careful what you wish for, love."
Satoru's electric blue eyes burn into you, pupils blown wide. With a swift movement, he pushes you up against him and tugs your shirt over your head, tossed carelessly to the side.
You gasp as the cool air of the room hits your heated skin, goosebumps rising in its wake. But it quickly turns into a moan when his mouth is on your chest.
"That's for teasing me all night. Need me to mark you as mine, huh? Show everyone who you belong to?"
You moan, high and breathy, as his lips wander lower, tongue swirling against your sternum. When he reaches the edge of your bra, he doesn't hesitate, dragging the cups down to free your breasts. His large hands cup the soft mounds, squeezing gently.
"Fucking perfect." His large hands cup the soft mounds, squeezing gently, thumbs brushing over the hardened nipples. Then his mouth is on you, hot and wet, and coherent thought becomes impossible.
His tongue laves over one nipple, lapping at the sensitive bud, teeth grazing lightly. He sucks it deep into his mouth, the pull of his lips sending heat straight to your core.
Your hands fly to his hair, fingers tangling in the soft white strands as you hold him to your chest. Desperate, needy sounds spill from your lips as he works you over, every swipe of his tongue, every scrape of his teeth stoking the fire within you higher.
He lavishes the same attention on your other breast, sucking and licking and biting until you're writhing against him, hips rolling restlessly, seeking friction. Your core throbs, molten heat gathering between your thighs.
"Satoru," you gasp, arching into his touch. "Feels so good."
He hums around your nipple, the vibrations making you shudder. His free hand glides down your side, skimming over your ribs and waist, before gripping your hip possessively.
Satoru releases your nipple with a wet pop, blowing cool air over the wet nipple before his lips trail lower, peppering open-mouthed kisses down your stomach. He sucks a mark into the curve of your hip, tongue soothing the sting.
His fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear, starting to tug them down. But then he pauses, looking up at you through his lashes with a wicked glint in his eyes.
"Tell me what you want, love. Tell me how you want me to pleasure you."
âYour mouth.â You swallow hard, mind hazy. "Want your mouth on me."
A slow smile spreads across his face. "As you wish."
With deliberate slowness, he drags your underwear down your legs, baring you completely to his gaze. He settles between your thighs, hands smoothing up your trembling legs to grip your hips, spreading you wider for him. Fingertips press into your skin, hard enough to leave bruises.
"Look at you. So wet for me already. Bet you've been dripping for me all night, haven't you?"
Then, he dips his head, and the first hot swipe of his tongue through your folds has you crying out, fingers scrabbling for purchase in his hair. Satoru moans at your taste, the sound vibrating against your core.
He licks a long, slow stripe up your slit, circling your clit with the tip of his tongue. Your hips buck, seeking more of his tongue on you, but his hands hold you firmly in place. He teases you with slow licks, ghosting over where you need him most.
"God, Satoru, please," you whimper. "No more teasing."
"So needy."
But he obeys, diving in like a man starved, mouth hot and wet against your core, his lips around your clit and sucking hard. Before his tongue delves deep, fucking into you with lazy, wet strokes.
Your hips buck against his face, a strangled moan rips from your throat. Satoru's hands tighten on your thighs, holding you in place as he feasts on you.
"That's it, love," he encourages, pulling back just enough to speak. "Let me hear you. Want everyone in the building to know who's making you feel this good."
Your thighs tremble around his head, the obscene wet sounds of his mouth on you filling the room. Pleasure coils tighter and tighter in your core with every stroke of his tongue.
"Tell me, love. Tell me how desperate you've been for me, how soaked you've been all night thinking about my cock."
"So badly," you gasp out, fingers tightening in his hair. "Needed you to touch me, to fill me up. Please, Satoru, I need you to fuck me already."
He swears under his breath.
"You can't just say things like that. Gonna fucking ruin you, you know that?"
Then suddenly, without warning, he thrusts two thick fingers deep into your dripping core. A silent scream falls from your lips at the stretch, back arching off the stairs.
Satoru sets a relentless pace, pumping his fingers in and out of you, while his tongue works on your clit. "Like this? Is this what you needed?"
"Yes, yes. More."
"Fuck, I need to be inside you," Satoru growls.
He withdraws his fingers abruptly, ignoring your whine of protest. You watch through hooded eyes as he hurriedly strips off his clothes, revealing inches of toned muscle.
When Satoru finally frees himself from the confines of his pants, you mouth goes dry at the sight of him. His length is impressive, long and thick, the smooth skin flushed a deep rose color. The broad head is shiny with moisture, a bead of clear fluid leaking from the tip.
Satoru wraps a large hand around himself, giving a slow stroke from root to tip. His cock throbs in his grip, another pulse of slick pre-cum dripping from the slit. He groans low in his throat, head tipping back momentarily at the sensation after so long spent straining against his zipper.
You watch transfixed as he pumps himself lazily, putting on a show. His fist twists over the head on every upstroke, smearing the leaking liquid to ease the glide.
"See what you do to me?" Satoru rasps, blue eyes boring into yours as his hand speeds up. "See how hard I am for you, how much I'm leaking? I've been like this all fucking night."
He swipes his thumb over the weeping tip, gathering the drops of pre-cum beading there. "Been thinking about this all night. I know you wore that skirt just for me, didn't you? Wanted to rile me up, tease me until I snapped?"
Then he's bringing his thumb to your lips, painting your bottom lip with his cum, parting your lips. Your tongue flicks out to taste him, eyes never leaving him. Satoru's eyes darken as he watches you lick his cum from his fingertips.
"Mm, and what if I didn't? What if I put this skirt on for Suguru, hoping he'd be the one to take me home tonight?"
"Is that so? Well, tough luck. Couse I'm gonna stuff you so full with my cock you'll be ruined for anyone else. Gonna make it so you never forget who you belongs to."
"Oh really?" you challenge.
Licking your lips, you reach out to wrap your fingers around him, marveling at the hot, silken skin and the way he throbs against your palm. Satoru hisses through his teeth at the contact, hips canting into your fist instinctively.
"Fuck, your hand feels good." He watches intently as you start to stroke him from root to tip. "You have no idea what you do to me."
You tighten your grip, twisting your wrist on the upstroke. Satoru groans, low and guttural, as another pulse of slick pre-cum leaks from his slit. You smear it with your thumb. Satoru's abs clench, his cock kicking in your grip.
You lean in to drag your tongue along the underside of his shaft, tracing the thick vein there from base to tip. Satoru shudders, a broken moan spilling from his lips as you swirl your tongue around the leaking tip, lapping up the salty-bitter cum of his.
Desperate to be filled, you suck the broad head past your lips and tonguing at the sensitive underside.
Satoru's hips buck, forcing himself deeper into your mouth. You moan around him, relaxing your throat to take him as far as you can. Satoru's hands reach for your hair, fisting in the strands as he guides your movements. He rocks into your mouth, clearly holding back from truly fucking your face.
"So good, fuck, just like that. Taking me so well, so fucking good."
Saliva pools in your mouth, dripping down your chin as he works himself deeper into your throat. Your eyes water but you don't pull off. Just as you're starting to get lightheaded, lungs burning with the need for air, Satoru eases you off him with a groan.
A string of saliva connects your swollen lips to his cock for a heated moment before snapping. You gulp down air, staring up at him with watery eyes.
"Fuck, you're going to be the death of me," Satoru rasps, thumb swiping tenderly at the spittle on your chin. "I could spend all night fucking you and never get enough."
"Then fuck me already," you say, before giving his length a parting long lick along the underside.
"Oh, I'll fill you up alright, Gonna stuff you so full with my cock you'll feel me for days."
With that, he takes himself in hand, rubbing the thick tip through your slick folds, coating himself in your arousal. He's not penetrating, not yet, just teasing you with the promise of it. The broad head of his cock catches on your entrance with every pass.
"Feel that, love? Feel how hard I am for you? How much I want to bury myself in this tight little cunt?"
You can only whimper in response. But Satoru holds firm, keeping his movements shallow and teasing. He drags the thick length of his shaft up through your folds, the underside rubbing against your clit.
"Satoru, please. Stop teasing. I need you inside me."
"Patience," he coos, even as his hips stutter slightly, betraying his own desperate need. "I've been waiting for this moment for so long, dreaming about having you spread out beneath me. At least let me torture you a little bit first."
He punctuates his words with another slow drag of his cock against you, the head notching into your entrance for a breathless second before sliding up to grind against your clit.
"Please," you whimper, past the point of caring how desperate you sound. "Please, I can't take it anymore. I need you, need to fuck me."
Satoru hisses through his teeth. "Fuck, the things you say," he groans, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise. "You have no idea what you do to me, how crazy you make me."
Despite his words, he doesn't relent, continuing his shallow thrusts, painting your folds with your combined arousal.
"I want to savor this," he breathes, voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Want to feel every inch of you before I bury myself deep. Want you trembling and desperate, want you to fucking fall apart before I even get inside."
And oh, you're close, so dangerously close to doing just that.
Every slide of his cock against your clit sends sparks skittering up your spine, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in your core.
"Satoru, I can't... I need... oh fuck, please, please just fuck me, please."
Your desperate rambling seems to shatter the last of Satoru's restraint. He lines himself up and sinks into you in one smooth, powerful thrust, not stopping until he's buried to the hilt.
You've never felt so full, stuffed to the brim as he works himself deeper, inch by maddening inch. When he's fully seated, hips flush against yours, you both moan at the sensation. He's so deep like this, touching places inside you that have you seeing sparks.
For a moment, you just breathe together, foreheads pressed close, savoring the feeling of being connected so intimately. Then Satoru starts to move, and coherent thought becomes impossible.
He sets a deep, maddening rhythm, hips withdrawing nearly all the way before surging forward again. The drag of his cock inside you is intoxicating, hitting every sensitive spot, stroking the ache that's been building for what feels like hours.
Your nails rake down Satoru's back as he fucks you closer to the edge, leaving red lines in their wake. His pace quickens, thrusts becoming shorter and more focused, the sound of slapping skin echoing off the walls of the stairwell.
"Satoru," you moan, his name the only word you remember, the only one that matters. "Satoru, please, I'm so closeâŚ"
Bracing one hand against the stairs next to your head, he picks up speed, pounding into you faster, harder. The force of his thrusts threatens to push you up the steps, your head perilously close to banging against the hard surface.
You reach up, pushing your hands against the stairs above you for leverage, using the resistance to meet Satoru's increasingly powerful strokes.
"Fuck, just like that," he pants, blue eyes wild and heated as they bore into yours. "Take it, take every inch of me. Want to feel you come on my cock, want to feel you squeezing me so fucking tight."
His words, the relentless thrusts of his hips, the long drag of his shaft against your walls â it's all too much, too good. You can feel your orgasm building, ready to snap at any moment.
"Please," you whimper. "Please, I need⌠I needâŚ"
"I know what you need, love."
He snakes a hand between your bodies, fingers finding your clit. He rubs your swollen clit in tight, focused circles, the added stimulation exactly what you need.
With one last deep thrust, the head of his cock kisses your cervix, and that's all it takes. Your body convulses around Satoru's plunging length.
Satoru works you through it, hips never faltering even as your spasming muscles threaten his control. He fucks you through your orgasm, grinding deep and rubbing your clit until you're shaking and sobbing.
Only when you collapse back against the stairs, boneless and spent, does he allow his own release to overtake him. With a last few erratic thrusts, he buries himself to the hilt and stills, his thick cock pulsing as he spills deep inside you.
His fingers dig into your hips, surely leaving bruises, as he rides out his orgasm, hips stuttering and jerking with each pulse of his release. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, his movements slow, then still.
Satoru collapses forward, his trembling arms barely supporting his weight as he rests his forehead against yours. You both struggle to catch your breath, chests heaving.
"Fuck, that was... incredible," he pants before capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss.
Slowly, almost reluctantly, he straightens up, his softening cock still buried inside you. His heated gaze drifts down to where your bodies are joined. He watches as his cum begins to trickle out of you, coating his length and dripping down your thighs to pool on the stairs beneath you.
"God, that's so fucking hot."
With a shuddering exhale, he slowly pulls out of you, a low hiss escaping his lips at the drag of your walls against his oversensitive cock. His eyes remain locked on your well-used sex, watching as more of his cum leaks out of you.
"Look at you. So messy and full of my cum. So perfect."
Unable to resist, Satoru settles between your thighs once more, his broad shoulders pushing them even further apart. He takes a moment to admire the view before diving in again.
A moan spills from your lips as he drags the flat of his tongue over your sensitive core, lapping up the evidence of your coupling with long strokes. He hums against your core, the vibrations making you shudder and clench around nothing.
Satoru takes his time, cleaning every inch of you. His tongue delves between your folds, circling your entrance before dipping inside to chase the lingering taste of your combined releases.
"Could spend hours just like this," Satoru murmurs between licks. "Would you like that, love? Like me to keep you full and sloppy and dripping all night?"
"Satoru," you whimper, thighs trembling around his head as he seals his lips around your clit and sucks. "I can't... it's too much..."
"Oh, I'm sure you can take one more. Just let me take care of you. I'm gonna make you feel so good."
He works his way inward, tongue tracing teasing circles around your entrance before delving inside. He laps at your walls, coaxing his own cum from your depths only to fuck it back into you with deep, sloppy strokes.
The wet sounds of his tongue between your legs fill the room, punctuated by your needy moans and gasps. Heat coils tight in your core once more despite your exhaustion.
Satoru feels you tense. "There she is. I knew my greedy girl had one more in her. Gonna give it to me, aren't you? Gonna come all over my tongue like a good girl."
His words set your blood on fire, a broken sob escaping your lips as he seals them around your clit once more. He sucks hard, tongue flicking rapidly over it as he fucks into you harder, faster.
"Ah, oh god. Satoru, please..."
Then, two thick fingers ease into you once again, curling forward to stroke that spot that makes your toes curl. He works them in tandem with his tongue, thrusting and scissoring and rubbing until you're keening his name, hips rolling mindlessly against his face.
His nose nudges against your oversensitive clit with every thrust, sending sparks shooting up your spine.
"Come on, love" he praises. "Ride my tongue, fuck yourself on my fingers. Want to feel you come all over me, want to taste you."
It only takes a few more purposeful strokes of his fingers and flicks of his tongue before you're come undone once again with a wordless cry, back bowing off the stairs as your walls clench and flutter around his fingers.
Satoru works you through it, pulling back just enough to watch your face contort. Only when the last aftershock fades does he ease his fingers free. Satoru presses a final, tender kiss to your clit before crawling up your body, pressing sloppy kisses to your sweat-dampened skin as he goes.
"You did so good for me, love, coming so hard for me. So perfect," Satoru praises, pressing kisses to your neck and chest as you try to catch your breath.
When he reaches your breasts, he palms them gently, thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples and making you gasp. Your fingers tangle in his hair, holding him to your chest as he dips his head to take one nipple into his mouth once more.
He laves it with his tongue, swirling his tongue around it before he lavishes the same attention on your other breast, alternating between soft licks and lazy swirls, while his hand starts to dip lower.
"Satoru? What are you doing?"
Eventually, Satoru releases your nipple with a wet pop, soothing the ache with a final swipe of his tongue, his hand skating over your ribs and belly with clear intent.
He grins up at you, boyish and unrepentant. "What does it look like I'm doing? Maybe you've got one more in you, hmm?"
"Absolutely not. I'm fucking done, Satoru."
He pouts playfully, fingertips still tracing feather-light patterns on your lower belly. "Aw, come on, love. Just one more? I bet if I justâŚ"
His hand starts to dip lower, fingertips just brushing your still-tingling clit. But before he can make contact, your foot plants itself firmly in the center of his chest and pushes him away. "Hands off, Satoru."
"Alright, alright, I can take a hint," he says, hands raised in surrender. "No more orgasms for you. For now."
"You're impossible."
Satoru grins. "You love it."
"You wish."
Š lostfracturess. do not repost, translate, or copy my work.
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husband!Simon helping his wife!reader with her stress <3 cw: nsfw. mdni. fem reader, masturbation, squirting, a lil overstim.
you shuffle through the bag to find the keys to your home, only to drop it the minute you raise it to unlock the door. great. itâs one of those days where everything goes wrong, and you want nothing more than to shut out the world and curl up in bed, silently praying for the next one to be better.Â
you pick up the keys from the doormat and swing open the door of your flat, hoping that the familiar scent flooding your lungs will help you ground yourself back to a more serene state. tossing your coat and bag aside, your gaze falls on the tall man quietly reading on the sofa, sweetly mouthing a âwelcome back, love.â that you dismiss with a grunt, stomping your way to the bedroom.
âuh-oh.â Simon thinks, siren already buzzing and red light blinking in his brain, making him pull up to his feet at god-speed and quickly follow you to your shared room, being met with your clothes scattered around and the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. he promptly puts away your discarded attire and sits on the edge of the bed, patiently waiting for you.
you stay in the shower for some good thirty minutes, allowing the water to wash away your stress as you massage your scalp. the weight finally falls from your shoulders and flows down the drain, leaving you alone with the tiredness thatâs been brewing in your tense muscles since you stepped out of the house. with a long, weary sigh, you drape the towel around your body and walk out the bathroom, tiny droplets cascading from your hair to your chest, descending on the swell of your breasts and stirring your husbandâs cock in his pants.
âgonna tell me whaâ got you so cranky, dove?â he asks with the slightest of teasing, knowing heâs staggering on the thin line of your temper.
ââm sorry, jusâ a hard day.â you mutter sheepishly, turning to get some well-deserving comfy clothes on the dresser
âcâmere,â you barely have time to react before Simon pulls you by the wrist onto the bed, positioning your body between his legs as he rests on the headboard, âtalk to me, lovie.â
his hands brush your arms delicately, fingers running up and down your skin as you start addressing the misfortunes of your day. how a jerk cut you off in traffic, how a client screamed at you on the phone after you explained it wasnât possible to fulfill his request, how your long awaited sweet treat after lunch fell straight to the floor, how your mother called just to raise hell at you for not visiting enough, how your boss scolded you for a mistake that wasnât even your fault.
âhm, she said thaâ?â he murmurs, massaging the knots on your shoulders and slowly drifting his hands downwards, opening up the lightly damp towel thatâs clinging to your frame as you ramble. his rough, calloused skin finds its way to your soft tits, gently kneading the fat while his lips plant small kisses all over your neck.
âi swear that womanâs out to get me, don't know how i havenât been fired yet.â
âshe knows thaâ place would fall apart without ya, doll. youâre the only one with a brain there,â he coos sweetly in your ear, fingers traveling down your stomach and reaching your mound, making your breath hitch in your throat. Simon smirks at your reaction, feeling your head tipping back to rest on his shoulder and your still wet hair soaking his shirt, âlet me help you decompress, eh?â
you, too tired to resist the offer, let him spread your legs with ease, compliant to the touch of your loving husband. his middle finger smears the hasty arousal leaking from your cunt through your slit, softly caressing your folds as you melt into his arms. âso wet fâme, love.â he chuckles, slightly rubbing your clit as you hum.
his moves are tame, gradually pooling the warmth in your belly, taking his time to shape your tension until itâs the right moment to set you free. his finger toys with your entrance before sliding in, feeling the familiar walls of your cunt clenching around it, causing you to breathe heavily at just the beginning.
âyou like thaâ?â he whispers, introducing another finger on your tight hole as you turn to bury your face on his neck, mewling with pleasure and pain while he stretches you, digits hitting all the right spots. by the time he speeds up the thrusting, your moans are erratic, gasped, barely leaving your throat as you grasp his forearm in a desperate attempt to ground yourself, even with your brain reaching the fucked-out point by a simple touch.
his thumb lazily strokes your swollen nub as he continues to be knuckles-deep inside of your velvety walls, curling his fingers just enough to earn a squeal out of you. the coil on your lower stomach tightens, fibers threatening to snap at any second as Simon murmurs sugary praises in your ears whilst nipping the skin where your neck meets your shoulder, the love biteâs stings only intensifying the pleasure coursing through your bloodstream.
âSimon, âm gonna-â you donât even have the energy to complete your sentence before your juices flood on his hand, the godâs nectar gushing from your pussy and dripping from his wrist onto the long forgotten towel, as he bullies your clit to overstimulation. you cry out his name like a prayer, begging whatever higher power out in the universe to let you keep that sensation forever.
âlooks like someone really needed thaâ,â he laughs and you feel the deep rumbling from his chest on your naked back, only driving you closer to the edge as your legs convulse at the overwhelming thrill of your nervous system. your frantic moans echo in the room when Simon raises his free hand to your nipple, rolling the hardened tip between his thumb and index, painting twinkling stars in the ceiling, the scintillation being too much to keep your vision clear. âthink ya got another one fâme, princess?âÂ
he doesnât wait for your answer; he knows how to treat his precious wife and can cite by heart the prescription to get you to sleep better than any pill would. tears prickle in the corner of your eyes when he starts again, just barely giving you time to recover from the near out-of-body experience.Â
his new rhythm is harsh, pulling your thighs - fully covered in slick and arousal - over his to keep you spread open, and fiercely pounding two digits inside you. you squirm and press yourself harder against his broad chest, babbling incoherently as he pumps his thick and scarred fingers somehow even deeper than before.Â
âSi, âs too much, i canât-â you choke out, streams rolling down your cheeks as he builds another orgasm out of you. half-lidded eyes meet his hazel irises in a lustful gaze, pleading in agony for another release before your body gives out.
it doesnât take much before a jolt of electricity tingle beneath your skin and makes you cum, getting you blissfully drunk by finger-fucking only while your peak ripple through your core. your hands sternly grip on the sheets under your limp body, the frenzy running its way through every corner of your being, clouding your vision and leaving you in a divine peaceful haze.
your limbs twitch slightly as you come down from your high, Simon holding you tight in his burly arms and pressing kisses on your pretty face. âyou did so good, lovie,â he praises, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your belly, âcouldâve given ya sâmuch more but your eyes are so droopy already,â his quiet laugh almost lull you to sleep right there and then, âfeeling better?â
you nod, eyes tempting to close as the fatigue washes over you, weariness creeping up your mind after a hell of a day and a celestial end to it. âthank you, Si.â you mumble with nothing but affection in your voice, utterly elated by the sight of your devoted husband cradling you.Â
âanything for ya, my wife.â
just a little something i thought of while procrastinating my other works lol
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thank you anon, you make me feel better about sharing about my incoherent thoughts about him <3 -> more here
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You know what gets him going? Pulling on his collar.
Except you don't actually know that until you wake up to him sleeping on top of you and you unsuccessfully try pushing him off.
"Simon." You push at his shoulder, wiggling your hips. He's a heavy manâor dog, it's what Soap usually refers to him asâand you lack the strength to extricate yourself from underneath him. You'd have a better shot at trying to wake him up. You raise your voice, "Simon."
There's a sound of complaint rumbling from within his chest. A warning growl that means nothing when directed towards you (usually). He's almost as cute as an actual dog like this. You still need to get up, though.
"Simon, c'mon." You bring your hand up behind his neck to thoughtlessly loop a finger around his collar, oblivious to the sudden rigidness above you. "We need to pick Johnny up from the airport." You make the mistake when you begin to gently tug. Once. Twice. Three times. You pull a little harder on the last tug. "Simonâ"
You're wholly unprepared for what comes next.
His eyes shoot open, half snarling as he looks at you with something wild in his eyes. His mask is off, but somehow he looks more like the dog Soap always refers to him as. Feral. Raw. Unbridled. He lacks the usual composure he has when he's playing the part of your guard dog.
Your finger slips from his collar.
"We'll be late," You meekly whisper, hand resting on the base of his neck, careful not to touch the collar again. "Johnny will be waiting for us."
It does nothing. He grabs your hand and curls your fingers into his collar again, gripping your wrist to make you pull him closer. You gulp when he leans in to growl slowly, "Johnny can wait."
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"So this is why I had to order an Uber?"
Soap comes home to find you still in your predicament: writhing and whining underneath Ghost; however, unlike earlier, you're squirming for much different reasons.
"Ahâmm!" You're holding on tight to Ghost's collar as if to ground yourself. "S-sorry, we..."
You can't finish your sentence, throwing your head back, muffling a moan. Soap doesn't fault you for it.
"It's okay, sweetheart. I know you have to take care of your dog." He smirks when Ghost switches up his rhythm and you cry, legs shuddering in that way he's intimately familiar with. He slips a hand into his pants and takes himself out, pumping his cock lightly. "You can make it up to me once you're done and give me a proper welcome home. Alright with you?"
You answer back with a warbling sob.
He'll take that as a yes.
(Note to self: if you ever want Ghost to keep you trapped underneath him and fuck his weight into you, pull on his collar. Otherwise, leave it alone. The command 'down, boy' can only do so much. Lesson learned.)
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Just thinking about how both platonic! yan! Dick and Jason have a habit of laying on top of their batsis and crushing her.
just look at how guilty they are....
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Dick is a menace. He's a full sized golden retriever who thinks he's still a puppy. When he jumps or lays on you to try to be all affectionate...he forgets that he weighs close to if not over two hundred pounds.
No matter how often you tell him he's way too big to do this, he doesn't care.
He just loves engulfing you in these full body hugs and cannot help himself. It's cute though, if you try not to think about your lungs collapsing on itself. He acts innocent by nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck,,,,but it's a ploy to then attack you with tickles which leads to play fighting.
I mean it's his brotherly duty to be as annoying as possible. Sometimes he just likes the fact hes stronger than you and can hold you down this easily. Rookie mistake to announce you need to use the bathroom or get ready for something when you're chilling on the couch. He will trap you until the last possible second.
As much as you complain and cry, don't mind it too much. It's nice to be apart of a real family like this and Dick is trying to show his love by playing.
Jason on the other hand is just kind of clueless about the fact he's crushing you. You're sitting on the couch and Jason comes home after a long night and sees a perfect napping spot..
You don't really want to tell him that he's wayyy too big to just plop down on you like that because it's nice that he's feeling safe enough to just do these things now.
He also is like a big dog. He does that big huff and occasional twitching in his sleep. lol
Sometimes you'll also fall asleep right with him because he's basically a human weighted blanket. You'll eventually wake to him looking up at you. It's subtle but there's a soft smile there. He's happy you feel safe too.
I like to think he desperately wants to be held sometimes but he doesn't know that he needs it or even how to ask so he just does it. You naturally wrap your arms around and rest them on him anyways. He's like a little kid when he does this. It heals something inside of him. His cold un-dead body, finally feeling an ounce of fuzzy warmth.
Do you think sometimes Jason will pull a snack or something out of his pocket. Like he lays on you but then pulls out a jolly rancher as an offering. lol. One moment he's sleeping and the next you can feel him munching on something crunchy.
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a/n: another dope, unhinged request that sent me clean into the sun. I will have girl reciprocate in another chapter! Thanks so much for loving my version of Marcus, hopefully you like where this is going. This is un-beta'd, barely edited. All mistakes and errors are mine! Hope you enjoy what I came up with! (this is before chapter IX)
Warnings; 18+ no minors, vague but big-legal age gap, piv sex, dirty talk, Marcus' pov, Marcus makes girlie squirt, *feelings*, master / slave dynamic (power imbalance), Marcus calls reader Girl, reader calls Marcus Dominus - let me know if I missed any!
Pairing: Marcus Acaciusx F!Reader
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Heâd been away from his home for longer than he wished to be. Away from her.Â
Heâd been resigned to be gone for two days, three if he was being generous. That was the time heâd been prepared to spare. Those three days had stretched to three weeks.
An endless parade of niceties and feasts and courtesies extended. His presence was essential it seemed, and so heâd had to grit and bear it. Heâd slept in those foreign beds and craved her warmth, her smell and her touch so much so that a rage filled him, a restlessness that only soured his mood more and more.Â
Had he not put his foot down he might have been gone from his house for three months instead of three weeks. Heâd fought wars quicker than this.Â
Only when he was on his journey back home, back to her did the smile return to his face. Only waning when his journey had taken longer than expected, and by the time heâd finally stepped foot inside his house the moon was high, and she was sleeping peacefully in her bed. Heâd watched her for a time from her doorway, almost willing her to sense him and wake. She didnât, and he didnât have the heart to disturb her, so he retreated back to his chambers and fell into a fitful sleep.Â
Even in his dreams, she haunted him. He could smell her, feel the warm clutch of her cunt around his cock, hear her passion in his ear. He could taste her lips, could feel himself spilling inside her.Â
He woke with a gasp, cock aching, heart racing and sweat beading on his brow. The moon was still bright, and the hour late, or early, he could not tell. The only thing he knew for certain was that if he didnât go to her now, heâd die.
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The heavy blanket of sleep shifts to gossamer, fine as silk. The dream, so clear just a moment ago slips away, forgotten as your room comes back into focus. A heavy weight presses beside you, a soft caress pulls you further into wakefulness. Too tired to be scared, you turn towards the feeling, the soft press of familiar lips at your shoulder and are both startled, and delighted to see your Dominus in bed with you. Heâd been gone so long, you almost wept to be within his embrace once more.Â
âDominus, youâre home.â Itâs not a question, more a sleepy, contented statement.Â
âYes, Girl, I am at last home.â You press closer, heart swelling that he would crawl into your bed with you. His passion so great, it pressed hot and hard against your belly. âI dreamt about you Girl, could not wait until morning.â His hands roamed, sweeping from your back down to grab at your ass, pulling you ever closer in the quiet dark of your chamber.Â
âYou dreamt about me Dominus?â You smiled into the warm skin of his neck, butterflies swarming in your belly at his confession.
âYes Girl, I was hoping you would be awake when I got home, I wanted you so bad I ached but you were asleep and I couldnât bring myself to wake you. I found no peace in sleep, even in my dreams I craved you.â His lips descend, soft and so welcome where they meet yours, his tongue insistent. âDid you miss me Girl?â He shifts, pushing you onto your back and fitting himself between your thighs. the heft of him makes your cunt turn to liquid. The absence of him these three long weeks had been difficult, so accustomed had you become to him taking you that feeling him now could have made you weep with joy.Â
âYes Dominus, I have been so empty without you, I have missed the feel of you hereââ You reach down and grasp him in hand, delighting in the gasp he breathes into your face and guide him into your soaked cunt. âI missed you here Dominus, needed you here desperately. I have gone without your gift for so long.âÂ
His forehead is pressed to yours, your legs bent and high on his ribs while you both catch your breath. Your heart races as he adjusts and rests on his arms, bracketed around your skull. Your nipples harden against his chest as he presses soft kisses to your face, your cunt leaks when he starts to move, a slow, but heavy thrust. His cock is so stiff, so filling that it takes a moment for you to adjust, for that stretching burn to subside.
The moans slip out with every push and pull of his hips into yours and when you move your legs a little higher and tilt your hips he hits something divine. His cock pressing against an undiscovered, almost forbidden part of you with every roll of his hips.Â
âIs that where you like it?â He keeps his stroke steady, hitting the spot he knows heâs found and you can barely form a thought, all you can focus on is the fullness, on the delicious feeling in your hips, in the deepest part of you. âAnswer me Girl, did you miss me fucking you?â He doesnât speed up, only thrusts harder.Â
âYes Dominus, yes, I missed it so muchââ He moans and it heightens the pleasure building in your core, in the base of your spine. His tongue is obscene in your mouth, your hands clutch at him, moving from where they clawed at his back up to curl into his waves, gripping at him like talons.Â
His pace picks up, faster, harder and the feeling grows, something heavy, something altogether too big building unlike anything you've ever felt before. Big enough to almost frighten you. You pull away from his kiss, frantic to warn him.Â
âDominus, waitâsomethingâGodâs aboveââ You moan out because he doesnât stop, he only shifts cat-quick to push at the back of your thigh up towards your chest, opening you up wider and hitting at that same spot harder.
Itâs so loud, the wet plunge of him into the cunt he owns, the cunt that weeps and gapes for him and him alone. Your heart races, sweat beads at your hairline and his, the sound of the bed rocking with his movements; all of it ignored and unimportant compared to the feeling.
âDominusââ your eyes drift down to where he fucks into you, hands pressing at his chest as the crushing wave inside finally crests.Â
Your body pushes him out with a wet gush and a scream. Your hands claw at him, your body bows almost on its own as you soak him in your climax. He doesnât stop, instead he holds you down, his strength showing itâs face as he fucks you through the strongest climax of your life.Â
âThatâs it Girl, take it, take my cock, and my gift.â He groans it, filling you to the brim despite your inability to do anything but lay there under him, soul outside your body, and shake with the force of the pleasure heâd given you.Â
He smiles as he cleans himself after, moving to you to wipe down the mess heâd made of your sex.
Your legs still shake.Â
âI had heard rumours in my youth that if you were skilled enough, you could pleasure a woman enough to make her burst like a fountain.â He has a smugness about him as he presses the damp cloth to your skin. You are silent still, shocked at the way heâd made you feel, at what heâd made your body do. âYou are the first to prove them right. Have you ever done that before, Girl? Has any other man ever made you do that?âÂ
âNo Dominus, I have never felt anything like that before.â A shyness creeps in, a vulnerability you donât know how to express. Your eyes cannot quite meet his and despite the pride you can see in him, he senses it.Â
âDid you enjoy it? I do not want to chase that again if you did not enjoy it.â He tosses the rag back into your basin, and slips into your bed with you, gathering you into his arms. You are grateful to feel his warmth, to have the comfort of his embrace.Â
âI did Dominus, I enjoyed it immensely, I am justâIâI,â You stutter, unsure how to explain how you feel and the curiously emotional response that amount of pleasure has borne in you.Â
âWhat is it Girl, tell me. I wish to understand.â He pulls you into the crook of his neck, his hands rubbing at your back.Â
âI do not know Dominus, It is strange. The pleasure was great, greater than any other time we have lain together but it is so much more. It is as though now I am tied to you, I cannot get close enough. If you leave me here now, in this bed I shall die without you.â A shyness creeps in and warms your face, an embarrassment at the intense need you have for him now. So much more than when you are aroused.
âI will not leave you, Girl. I would never leave you. I must confess, seeing how much you enjoyed that changed me as well.â He pulls your sheet up, tucking the both of you in for what is left of the night. âThere is an intense pride in me now, that I could be the one to make you feel that good.â
âYou always make me feel good, Dominus.â You press your lips to his neck, rubbing at his chest while you make yourself comfortable in his embrace.Â
âAs do you, Girl. I was a mess while away from this house, away from you.â You smile into his neck before moving up to press your lips to his. There is no more need for words after that, instead you both fall into an easy rhythm of soft kisses, and gentle sweeps of your palms. A reacquainting of yourselves with one another, as though itâs been years since your last meeting instead of less than a moonâs turn.Â
In the safety of the dark, it was okay. The lines of your roles could be blurred, you could kiss him as often as you pleased, you could press yourself closer, and speak words of devotion without fear. You could ignore that this was a slaves bed and not his place.
When morning came, you would wake alone and serve once more, but here, in the dark; that could wait.Â
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