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â HOLLABACK GIRL . . ! â
ᥴꪍ sum. you wanna be his favorite girlâbut you also wanna be his favorite brat. satoruâs caught off guard when you decide to play with him while heâs in a meeting. not only do you make him pissed but you make him whine.
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warnings. fem! reader, sugar daddy gojo au, age gap (early twenties + thirties) office setting, semi-public, unprotected, switch satoru, implied multiple rounds, fÄąngering, brief masterbatiĹn (m! receiving), hold the moan, mild brat taming, dirty talk, praise, spÄąt, cunnilÄąngus, breath play, impact play, brÄeding, premature ejaculatÄąon, edging.
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being satoru gojoâs sugar baby has its perks,
especially the days whenever you want to be a bratâ he takes you everywhere, even to work with him. the thought of leaving you alone at home was a thought he wasnât so fond of. mainly because, knowing you, youâd probably be a brat and touch yourself while heâs not there. youâve done it before, more than once actually. and now, you wanted to be an even more brat.
â . . sweetheart,â he murmurs, feeling an unfamiliar lump get caught in his throat. leaning back against his office chair, the material of the seat creaks from the pounds of weight leaning back against the furniture as his eyes flicker toward your hand. its placement, directly near his zipped open fly. gojo sat manspread, slut. and if you squint, you could make out the outline of his designer expensive satoru blue boxers. his colleagues around him are deep in conversation and he grabs your wrist. âheh, i know you want me but âm workin'. be a good girl ânâ.â
âitâs boring, âtoru,â you pout, and he feels your fingers intertwine with his. softly, he returns the gesture before you get up from your chair. with a quirking brow, gojo shifts his attention back toward the conversation. glancing at his watch, a gasp then wretches from his throat once he realizes you werenât next to him anymore. you were underneath the table, staring him dead in the eyes and licking your tongue all around his aroused bulge. your tongue slides its way against the tasteless material and he groans, his eyes widening.
âf- fuck,â he has a sheepish grin, whispering before grabbing ahold of your hair. yanking you forward, his legs spread more and he swallows again. âbaby, when i asked if ya wanted somethinâ to eat, this wasnât what i m- meant.â
his voice was incredibly low â its pitch was enough to make you throb. the way he spoke, it was as if he was holding back a potential whine.Â
you were no fool though, you heard the cute little tremor lingering underneath his voice. but damn it all, you were gonna be the death of him. gojo keeps flicking his eyes back towards his colleagues, then back towards you, then back toward his colleagues again.Â
you were right between his legs, crouched down on your knees like a good girlâbright eyed and bushy tailed.
heâs still got a solidly secure grip on your hair, lengthy tips of his fingernails massaging near your tender scalp.Â
âmr. satoru, at least try to pay attention to the presentation,â one of his assistantâs grouse in slight vex.
the white haired man tugs on his sable black tie with long legs still manspread. with a hand combing through his hair, he coyly smiles. âoh, apologies. âm listening, carry o-on,â and his voice trails off once he feels your tongue slither its way against his bulge a bit more. with the help of the tip of your tongue, you create an addictive circle near the fly of his pants. a nice amount of his boxers pokes out and you bring down a hand to feel. he was hard, the moment a brief wind of your breath fans against him, he almost chokes. if you squinted just enough, you could see a few white speckles of hair trail up and up near his navel. gojo had quite the happy trail, you run a thumb against the curled strands before his breath hitches. âmhm hm, yeah.. exactly, i think thatâs theâthe uh, best approach for the company.â
you stopped listening to their boring conversation a long time agoâheâs loved this bratty side of you more than anything, but the risk of getting caught was so high.Â
besides, heâs always been one to tease and edge you. maybe perhaps this was his inevitable karma.Â
gojo feels his thigh start to bounce, feeling your cold fingers rummage through the material of his pants. your touch sends him shivers and your playful direct eye contact makes his dick twitch in his pants.Â
âfuckinâ brat,â he swears through his teeth, an almost smile going against his lips.Â
you being on your knees like this was an image he never got tired of seeing. gojo allows you to pull his long slacks down, halfway but not fully. you were lazy like that, impatient and a greedy girl. one of the many things heâs loved about you.Â
what he doesnât expect though is to see you rub your face against his bulgeâitâs so rock hard that you can feel the print against your cheek. with the fabric rubbing against your face, smearing against your skin, itâs just downright dirty. obscene and straight up filthy.Â
his breath quickly switches to a more heavy and shaky pattern as he intently watches you, completely forgetting the current eyes of his colleagues on him. the grip he has against your hair grows tighter before his head subtly tosses back in rapture. ânasty girl,â he starts to pant, his voice a mere whisper. seeing your tongue lick against the material of his boxers ingnites something deep in his core. biting his lip, he tugs your head closer before pouting. âquit teasinâ suck alrea-â
âexcuse me?â
gojo has a flustered expression, staring back up at the main colleague whoâs speaking.Â
âi meanâ nasty, this coffee is nasty,â he makes an attempt to correct himself, feeling the dryness in the air. the five eyes that glue to him made him feel small, despite him being the only important one in the room. with a sheepish chortle, he clears his throat. âis it hot in here for you all? feels like weâre in the damn sahara, heh.â
âmr. satoru, the air conditionerâs been on. are you sure youâre alright?â
he bites back a moan, not even realizing how youâd already sprung his cock out. with a single hand, you wrap it around his base before giving his tip a sloppy kiss. half lidded eyes take in the sight of his dick â so pretty.Â
itâs got a reddened tip, swollen and almost pinkish at first glance. the very undersides near the base was painted with a beige tan and heâs got a bit of a hooking curve. curvy and upward, gojo was far lengthy more than girthy.Â
albeit, he had maybe a sprinkle of girth. once the cool air sets against his skin, he grunts. as youâre face first with his staggering dick standing tall right before your eyes, you canât help but bedaub the flatness of your tongue near his leaky tip.
you couldnât wait to taste it.
to taste him,Â
the bittersweet droplets of pre-cum coat against your tongue all at once and he gnaws his lip almost immediately. youâre nothing but a tease. a damn fine tease with those pretty glossed lips pursing all for him and only him.Â
âr- right ⌠right,â he nods at the men, trying to maintain focus but your tongue wasnât helping.Â
you were now making out with his length, smothering the entirety of his cock with a multitude of your tender sweet kisses. gojo being manspread like this, long legs all spread and sprawled for you â it makes you a bit moist.
moist to where you canât help but creep an arm down between your own thighs. already, you felt your panties getting in a twist. he catches you making an attempt to play with your achy clit and he glares.Â
gojo didnât like whenever you touched yourself. he considered your pussy to be his pussy,Â
but it seemed that for today, that wasnât the case.Â
as your fingers creep underneath your skirt, shoving past your panties, you scrape them to the side. his chest heaves, dragging your face further toward his heat to encourage more of your sloppy kisses against his dick. your lips were plushy and soft. a tongue of yours then carnally slides its way down against the pulsing vein that prods on him. âugh.â he gawks at you with fully blown pupils, fighting the urge to just shove your entire head down.Â
you were being the biggest brat, he could see that tantalizing smile forming on your lips. you donât think youâve ever seen him so flustered beforeâheâs always been the one dominant and stern, and now . . you had him right where you wanted.Â
the moment your lips swirl around the crown head of his cock, viscous honeyed strings of drool seep out from the corners of your mouth instantly.Â
itâs unintentionally attractive. your own slippery sweet saliva pours from your mouth, to your chest, and then toward near his base. youâre teasing, bringing a hand toward your tits as itâs now covering with spit, lolling your tongue out to lap it more against his tip. gojo groans at you entirely, hooded eyes catching you starting to fondle with his neglected balls. ây- you cheeky little,â he nervously grins, and you hear him smack his teeth in frustration. he was so uptight.Â
youâre really slow, itâs almost painful at how much of a tease you were. bobbing your head up and down to have your throat adjust to his size, you giggle. gulp after gulp after gulp and itâs already thwacking against the roof of your precious mouth. you donât know how anyone didnât hear the wet, lewd sounds of paps ricocheting from your mouth and onto his dick but you werenât complaining. your tongue seductively glissades against his swollen mushroom tip and he jerks your hair forward.Â
âmhm,â he glances up at his colleagues who all share the same deadpan. they were fed up with their boss â clearly no idiots, the same suspicious expression plastered amongst each face.
with a taken aback whew, gojo swipes a palm across his forehead as your throatâs keeping his cock warm. âa- alright, think weâre ready to close for today. thank ya fellas.â
âbut the meeting literally just started.â
âyou wanna look under this table ân see why âm ending the meeting early? weâre done.â
the audacity for one of his colleagues to try and take a peek under the oval-shaped banner desk and gojo glares before feeling your tongue tease its way down his shaft more. âleave. weâll f- fuck, pick up tomorrow.â
making haste in unison, the businessmen all leave individually. loud booming stomps of the backs of their shoes thump and drag against the wooden floor before the roomâs finally quiet. once the coast was clear, he makes you stare at him and a hand pries you off of his dick a glower shown on his pouty face.
âsweetheart,â he murmurs, a visibly tremor still hidden in his voice. itâs sweet, strands of white hair, similar to bangs, run straight down his face. even his unkempt, messily slicked back hair was still appealing. with doe, dilated irises, you leer up at him, knees still dug into the ground. âyouâve got some nerve, ya know? playinâ ân suckinâ me off in front of my c- colleagues like that.â
his voice timidly falters once you take a moment to gather up a decent wad of saliva into your mouth before spitting on his tip, lapping it up before swirling your tongue around the dampened tip. he groans, pulling you right back to face him. âyouâre beinâ fuckinâ bratty today. âs like you wanna get in trouble, baby.â
âtoru, your meetings take forever,â you chastise with a pout, your right hand still tucked between your thighs. he scoffs once he sees your fingers crammed up into your pussy, barely knuckles deep. oh, you were drenched. he could smell your alluring scent clogging up his nostrils from a mile away. peering up at the man, you finally get up from your knees and take a seat on his lap. âbesides, donât think i ever heard you whine before.â
âwatch it,â he grumbles, white brows tugging together in annoyance. âand stop touchinâ her,â he grabs your wrist, a glossed string of your own arousal trailing away from your sopping cunt. âlittle girl,â he gently wraps a few fingers around your throat, cerulean eyes staring into the depths of your soul. âjusâ âcause ya had a little fun doesnât mean you can let those pathetic fingers do whatever they please.â
with a teasing grin, you lean in to kiss against his mouth, a brief feeling of his growing stubble tickling against your skin. âmy fingers arenât pathetic, satoru.â
âoh yeah?â and with a quick drag, he sneaks a long kiss against your mouth, a free hand feeling against your wet folds. your body responds to his touch by twitching, you grind against his lap before moaning. you taste the cooking mint of his breath breeze its way against your tongue before he pulls away, making you turn around. âthe nerve,â and you whine once he swats a palm toward your ass hard. itâs loud, ringing through your ears and the thin, bouncy walls also. âcanât even make yourself cum let alone squirt but whatever you say, silly girl.â
and thatâs the exact moment gojo stands upâ
heâs lean and slim, towering over your body by a mile. you bite your lip as youâre being shoved face first against meaningless paperwork before feeling him slide a thumb down your swollen, opening slit. heâs amused at how quickly you soak a single digit of his. âguess we woke up ân decided to be âtoruâs little slut, huh,â and your pussy was so welcoming. with your pussy all droopy and drooling with your own candied slick running down like the niagraâhe canât help but slap it to watch it smear all against the center of his palm. âwalkinâ around with a pussy this wet. oughta be ashamed, sweet thing.â
âs- satoru,â you whimper, hearing a few footsteps shift before he gets down to your ass level. scorchingly warm breath fans against your cunt before he rubs the tip of his nose against your slit. âdonât tease me, f- fuuuck.â
âi'll do whatever i want to this pretty girl, darlin,â and he brings a sloppy kiss toward your cunt. a cobweb of spit leaves his lips not even a millisecond later and he savors the taste. âmhm,â and he whistles by your pussy, a low seductive tune before hearing a low snicker depart from his lips. ânow spread these legs fâme. my tongueâs fuckinâ missed you.â
everything was so lewd. you being bent over his desk, his breath blowing against your cunt, the enticingly low whistling, his tongue slowly swirling its way inside, everything.
your mouth slowly opens, tiny babbles of moans pouring from your throat like water out a working faucet.Â
his lips stuck against your pussy like glue. as if it was some sort of adhesive. sticky and fucking clingy. the moment gojo had his lips against your cunt, it was no prying him offâ he was a bit of a munch. although, munch was an understatement. gojo satoru lived eat and breathed pussy, especially yours, his precious little sugar baby.
every few seconds he pulls away, a pussydrunk grin forms across his crooked pink lips. the sounds of your sweet sobbing cries only fuel him, not only does it fuel him but itâs so loud that it rings through the frail walls of the corridor. it was a pretty spacey room. with the mixture of cacophonous white noiseâthe fax machine makes a repetitive spitting sound way off in the distance. a plethora of papers scatter across his desk and your face was voluntarily going back and forth against them.Â
âaw, not you runninâ from my tongue, sweetheart,â he purrs, breaking back to watch your cute little squirm. you make a little attempt of moving forward but he only grabs onto your hip. ânah, âm not done eating,â and you gasp once he lolls his pink, clean tongue all the way out. gojo had a long tongueâvery great in length and perfect to reach all the crevices of your pussy. and itâs gojo satoru, heâs thorough and he makes sure to slurp every ounce of your fervor out of you if itâs the last thing he has to do. his tongue was now flat, and now it drags against your slit, sucking against your tender skin. âtaste so mhm, sweet. âs too much for you?â
ân- no,â you mewl out, your cunt recognizing every direction of his tongue. in and out, through and through, he knows the exact angles where to go. youâre soaked, drenching on the twitching muscle thatâs vigorously flicking and tweaking inside of you before your toes curl. âsatoru, what if one of your c- colleagues come back again?â
âafter suckinâ me off, thatâs what youâre worried about, pretty?â touchĂŠ.
as heâs teasing you, a thumb of his ghosts down your soddened folds. you whine, feeling your breathing pick up at a rapid speed. whiplash swiftly surges through you before you feel his thumb poke against your untouched hole. instantaneously, you let off a pitchy squeal before the suction against his mouth accelerates. âoooh, âs right there, yeah. gimme a better arch though, donât be a lazy wet girl. even i can arch better than that, sweetheart.â
you whine, shivering manically the moment he presents a sloppy kiss against your weeping folds. sliding a free finger down your cunt, he annexes two more fattened digits along to join before inserting them in slowly. your jaw hangs like an earring but more so pleasure. the sensation was so crude, mind boggling even.
youâre already so stupid, the thickness of his digits shoving inside of you prods and pokes right between your stretchy walls and your back arches. âwhewww,â he whistles again against your pussy, humming at the way your ass jerks from his touch. youâre so sensitiveâhis warm breath, so warm that itâs almost a frigidly cold temperature. a mixture thatâs got you confused but in the best way. âatta girllll, arch that ass ân give me a proper show. just like i taught ya, baby.â and he spanks your ass before caressing your stinging cheek seconds later.
your whines grow pitchier and pitchier to where theyâre just reverberating across the walls. it was an almost echo of your voiceâalmost as if you were a siren. with his lengthy fingers still buried into the depths of your cunt, he collects a decent amount of saliva before spitting it against your slick heat. he spats right against your pussy and it lands like fresh paint. he chuckles, hearing you whimper for him to do it again. ât- toruuu,â you moan, bottom lip all swollen from the way it was ruinously chewed up. simultaneously, you get even more drenched as if thatâs of any surprise. his nose prods against your cunt, swiping all near your slitâs opening as you grind against his face and he snickers. eating you from the back had to be one of his favorite pastimes. once he laughs, you feel the hot vibrations of his amusement pulse through your cunt and it makes you moan. âf- fuck, âs good. more please, donât s- stop.â
âi probably should stop,â he groans, feeling his exposed dick twitch at the sight of you. your arousal turns him on a lot more than he thought it would. he canât help but bring one of his hands down to stroke himself. he hoarsely grunts right into your cunt, feeling his thumb brush against that same pulsating vein. âthis pussyâs so ungrateful, listen to her tryna talk back to me,â and your brows part in desire once he gives you yet another spank against your clit. your sopping wet thatâs all slippery and saturated, coating his entire palm with a good amount of your slick. ârude ân a slutty brat just like her owner.â
âs- satoru, âm close,â you babble as he continues to speak to your pussy.
your voice was a cute desperate battle cry, begging for your approaching release. his tongue with the add of his two long digits sliding in and out makes you weak. your knees were shaking rabidly, so close to relatively buckling before your eyes roll far back into your hollow little cranium.
thatâs when two of his fingers curl in deeper. gojoâs knuckles deep, and youâre about to lose it if he inserts one more. it feels sinfully so good, a pool of throbbing heat stirs its way inside of your tummy. heâs got a fine bowling ball grip inside of your cunt. two fingers, middle and ring, slowly easing its way in and out, in and out. almost as if it was some sort of relaxing mediation. they piston inward against your squeezing walls for a bit before the length of his digits miraculously locates your pretty g-spot. âgonna cum. o- oh my god, âtoru. satoruuuu.â
âdonât cum on me,â he warns, his tone still playful. as heâs continuing to create a wet trail near the crevices of your thighs, his strokes against his dick increases. grunt after grunt leaves his throat before he nibbles on your clit. ânot yet, sweet thing. only good girls are allowed âta cum on my tongue. ân you havenât been a good girl, have ya?â
ây- yes,â you stammer, the hotness of his breath making your pulsing enlarge and multiply. your headâs spinning, heartâs racing miles a minute, and your throat feels dry. the moment that simple syllable leaves from your mouth, he gives your pussy a teasing little bite. âf- fuck, âtoru.â
he snickers. âdonât lie, girl,â and he was already pussydrunk. guilty as charged, a snail-like-trail of your own slithery slick runs down his chin. itâs shiny, and if you squint itâs almost as if it had glitter. dragging his fat thumb and other fingers out of your cunt, he finally gets up and pries his lips away. you pout at the feeling of nothing, you feel almost empty. itâs so sudden and abrupt that you barely even have time to react. âmhm,â he licks his lips, tugging on his tie from feeling a sudden wave of heat. âget up baby. âm finished.â
âbutââ
âaw, someone unsatisfied?â he utters with a sly eyebrow compressing upward. two rough hands spin you around, pulling you into a sultry deep kiss. everything feels hotâ each time you kiss him, your heart races and you can feel yourself floating. not to be cheesy, but it felt pretty cheesy. the more your lips crash with this man, the more your heart was trying to send you a signal. you didnât know what signal that was, but you were desperate to find out just what it might be. you whine as your arms instinctively throw around his broad shoulders. heâs still wearing a suit and tie. lazily, his slacks were halfway on and pulled down. gojo runs a hand through his slick back hair before hamming your thigh wrap around his waist. âyou make me crazy on purpose, huh,â he pulls away for a bit, lapping up your own flavor from your bottom lip. tasting yourself against gojo, it never failed to make you throb. you pout, not liking to be edged but it had your veins going on a rampage anyway. glowing blue eyes stare back into you before he cups your chin. ���no back talk? so sad, mhm,â and a thumb of his skims against your lips, trying to spread them apart. âopen that bratty mouth again, sweetheart.â
you whine, feeling his knee creep its way up between your legs. your heat, he could feel it. it wasnât the room being hot but instead, you in particular.Â
as your lips abide and part, he leans in and a cunning grin stretches against his pink lips. gojo satoru was playing a dangerous gameâthe more he spent time with you, the more he started to feeling something.Â
was it lust or was it . .Â
only time could tell.Â
âatta fuckinâ girl,â and he tilts your chin upward before spitting right into your mouth. itâs damp, splattering against the tip of your tongue before he groans. you reach down to touch yourself and he grabs your wrist. âheh, youâre not gonna get off to this, baby. nice try, now swallow,â and he watches you obey, swallowing for him. you moan, feeling him create staticky friction with just his knee. ânasty woman,â he purrs, eyes flickering toward your spit-glossed lips.
you had a look of pure lust,
the human embodiment of the word actually. âwe donât touch ourselves, silly girl,â and he plants a kiss against your mouth. instantly, you taste his candied flavor and a mixture of your own before he pulls away. strands of spit pull its way back from each lip that itâs like a pretty lewd yo-yo stringâbut made solely of spit.
taking a moment to breathe, still panting and his chest deflating every few seconds, he pulls you close. his cologne, itâs loud and rich.
two words to perfectly describe the older man right before you.Â
âcareful, baby. startinâ âta think youâre getting obsessed with me,â he titters, flicking a tongue against his naturally glossed lips. he sits up, finalizing the remaining distance between you.Â
a burly brawny fit body grinds up against you, the friction of his suit rubbing against you makes your heart race. itâs beating and beating, booming and booming like speakers. you can hear each individual pulse bang through one ear and out the other. gojo lifts you up with two arms, treating you like a precious doll. in a way, thatâs exactly what you were to him.
porcelain.
he didnât want to break youâat least not yet.Â
instinctively, your legs wrap around his waist as he gets ahold of you. itâs slim and quite snatched and your ankle teasingly runs down the reddened lines of his back. gojo grunts, feeling the cold material of the anklet he bought you skim down his skin. engraved on a few of the chained, ashen charms had his initials of the two letters of his first and last name. âgâ for gojo and âsâ for satoru. the anklet was a resplendent silver color. thinking about how much it might have cost him made your stomach churn.Â
like always, heâd shower you with anything in the world. speaking of, heâd buy you the world if he could. heâs gojo satoru, he can afford it.Â
your heel and the way it roams down the areas of his tense back alone was seductive. gojo gruffly groans, crashing his lips onto you for the nth time. he couldnât help it, he was a mere feen for you. for your taste, you were addictive like a drug and he didnât want a cureâyou were dangerous.
a whiney moan slides past your mouth once his warm body ruts against you.Â
his boner,Â
you felt it, his pants were already off but it still pokes at you. it was hard and pent up, you could almost feel your mouth filling itself up a nice pool of saliva in preparation. all due to your arising anticipationâyou wanted gojo just as much as he wanted you. the wait was killing your, the tension was simply brutal. but perhaps the both of you had different definitions of want. Â
craving . . noun, a powerful desire for something.Â
the more gojoâs tongue shoves down your throat, the more he craves you. you had an sweetened taste to you, it was so sugary sweet that he just couldnât put it into words. with tongues passionately fighting for dominanceâgojo bringing a hand toward your chest to squeeze against your left tit, you tilt your head back. his touch alone was enough to get you off. you hear a low grunt run from his lips the minute he feels you grind back against him. gojo was a greedy man.Â
wealthy, but very much greedy.
being with you only made him ten times greedier. he couldnât take it anymoreâyour grinding makes him curse under his breath. gojo grabs ahold of his cock, aligning himself before smearing his tip against your achy entrance. so moist, so sweet, the way your slick clings against him the second he grabs his dick back makes him groan. âfuckinâ sloppy,â he huffs, bright eyes staring at the lewd sight. with jagged breathing, gojo makes you lie flat down on his desk. he didnât really care about the documented papers now being crumbled up and scattered. âmhm, youâre so pretty when youâre pissed off. âs the edging irritating you baby?â
ây- yes,â you whine, and he rolls his eyes, making your leg extend further out. he slings it over his shoulder before within seconds, heâs bottoming out.
itâs snug but it fitsâit takes everything within him to not break right then and there. your warmth, it makes him bite his lip, taking a moment to suck in a single breath of fresh air. fuck.
âaw, âs too bad,â he hums, and you let off a moan once the head of his cock delves its way more inside. one thrust, just one single thrust and youâre already dumb of cock. your walls were attatched more than anything, mindlessly clinging onto him like a koala. you didnât want to let go, youâre holding him captive with just your insides. âs- shiiiit.âÂ
his cockiness wears down, feeling just how tight you were for a moment. itâs warm, almost lukewarm. heâs burying himself further into you before leaning up close to your trembling body to get a closer look of your pretty features.
with blown azul pupils, he stares at your body and gazes in awe at how youâre just a sloppy, quavering mess underneath him.
his sloppy quavering mess underneath him,
gojoâs pace starts off to be decent, then turns straight feral. once he tosses his head back, he then feels the secure lock of your legs wrapping around his waist in response. âf- fuck, pretty. câmon, take the stretch. jusâ like ya always do,â and his words were deep but shaky. even gojo was losing a bit of his haughty momentum. your pussy had some sort of spell thatâs making him go insane, he could never get enough.
each clamp makes him go mad. smacks and claps amongst skin makes you suck your teeth in desperation for more. âugh. fuckinâ sloppy girl. niiiice stretch, yeah baby. eyes up here, wanna see those eyes roll for me,â and he grabs you gently by the neck, a kiss making its way toward your mouth. gojoâs so pretty up close, droopy eyes and white bangs covering his face. tears of sweat running from each sides of his thinly arched brows. âgood girl. keep lookinâ up here, eyes on me.â
your eyes look up toward him and he cockily cheeses, pearly whites baring a single fang at you that itâs sexy. you wanted to wipe that smug, dumb grin right off his face.
âs- satoru, fuck me h- harderrrr,â and your little pleads makes his dick twitch inside of you. heâs lengthy, you feel him reach deep deep angles thatâs enough to make you drool again. but you already were drooling, tiny trails of saliva pour out from the corners of your lips as your mouth dangles open. a noise was about to come out, but it halts. his tip was so familiar with the layout of your cunt that it takes him no time to reach that spot. an itch scratches itself way into the back of your brain once he reaches there. hearing your harmonic moans turn into pure symphonies. your noises alone was purely euphonic to him. a song heâd listen to on repeat all day if he couldâyour whines and beloved whimpers. âright there, p- please. pleaseee.â
âheh, can ya be any louder sweetheart?â he jibes, feeling your anklet hit and hit all against his arm.
your back arches against the desk, biting on your lip before you start to twitch. the moment he shoves your knees up to your chest, oh itâs over. itâs so over.
not only was it dirty, but the feeling of it all was simply euphoric . . almost indescribable.
gojoâs cock drags its way through you so good that it leaves you speechless. youâre at a loss for words, unable to comprehend anything in your brain with his zigzagging salacious thrusts. whilst his fat cock stuffs you deepâgoopy walls haul and yank back and forth against his length.
with parching, grinding bodies against each other, breaths irregular and out of pace, it was a sight. youâre struggling to maintain eye contact and he finds it cute. âmhm, o- oh, are ya tryna tell me something?â and he simpers, watching you grab his arm to pierce your teeth into it. bite marks in a cute circle formâprinting against his skin and he raises a brow, quickening his pace. âkinky girl. still mad at beinâ edged i see.â
sharp chiseled hips drill into you and youâre barely able to keep up with his paceâyou whine, momentarily feeling his hanging sack slap against your cunt. you could taste your orgasm, it was right there. so so close, your championing legs fail to remain still the entire time. grabbing one of your legs up again, he even licks a trail near your leg to your ankle. gojoâs stamina was simply out of this world. easily, he could be compared to a stallion. his pace was rough yet deep with a sparkle of passion and thoroughness. if it was anything gojo knew how to do, he knew how to make a woman feel good. âmmf, s- satoru, lemme cum. please, please please,â you babble, feeling your body shake underneath him. the desk grumbles and roars from the pressing weight, and heâs pantingâpuffy clouds of air forming out from his lips. âwanna c- cum.â
with a coy grin, he moves his body further into you. heâs so close that his skin sticks against yours.
itâs hot, scorchingly hot with such intensity that itâs driving you insane. with glossed lips, gojo licks near your neck. specifically, that spot near your collarbone that makes you whine. with his lips sliding near your ear, he whispers in a teasing, gruff tone. âmhmmm, you wanna cum with me baby? âs that what you want?â and as he speaks, his adamâs apple bobs. with his dick still tucked into you, gojo purrs against your skin. âthink ya deserve that, pretty?â
ây- yes,â you whimper, bodies moving together in syncing harmony. as youâre being fucked on his the table-like desk, a few edges of thin papers bristle up against your skin. whines shriek out from your throat before your arms throw itself around him. âwanna cum with you, âtoru. lemme cum. âs close, need to cum.âÂ
âyou donât need shit, girl,â he grips your chin, rubbing a thumb against your lips. gojoâs pace gets quicker, mean thrusts slam into you so good that you forget your middle name. a school of pitchy moans die out from your vocal chord and you gasp once you end up finishing anyway. itâs like a flash, quick and barely able to process what happened. your body shakes in response, jerking with him still inside and you let off a cute squeal. itâs like a wave crashing through you at full speed. the moment you cream on his cock, gojo pauses. an unpredictable tsunami. âoh,â and with his twitching dick still buried into your sopping cunt, he pulls out. âdid you just cum on me before i-â
and itâs as if it was right on cueâ right as gojo spoke, he ends up finishing too.
talk about perfect timing. it was early, so so early.
too early.
a growling groan tears from him as heâs dumping a hot load into you. it comes out in thick cloudy spurts. your legs continue to wrap around him like a ribbon on a gift, securing him tightly and he gasps. âs- shit, âs too early,â and his voice shakes within each embarrassing word that spews from his lips.
gojo slumps into you, leaning in to kiss you. once you return the gesture, he groans, sliding his tongue inside. warm, feverish lips move in tavern before he whines right into your mouth. the moment you grab ahold of his now flaccid dick, he whines again.
your touch, it was fiery like electricity. gojoâs flustered, white strands of hair glue by his forehead and he canât help but suck against your lip.Â
it was dangerous. you were dangerous,
with tongues colliding and clashing back and forth, teeth gnashing all together, a hand of his snakes between your thighs. you gasp, lips parting open so he could get better access and he squeezes a hand against your soddenly wet cunt. rawly, a moan tears out from your throat as you sling your arms over his shoulders for a final time. âs- satoru,â you murmur breathlessly and he silences your words with another deep kiss.
and another, and another,
and by now, you both forgot exactly where you were. having not a single doubt in the world, totally forgetting you were in an office. as youâre still feeling a surge of emotions coarse through your veins, he lifts you upâyou watch with a needy gazing glint in your eyes as he slouches back against the chair. âbaby,â he whimpers, sprawling his legs out. with a sleazy, worn out grin, gojo rubs a hand against his lapâthe g-shock watch that wraps around his wrist clanking against his thigh the more he moves. ushering you over with two fingers, he pouts. âcâmere. donât be s- shy.â
he was fucked dumb,Â
his lungs were strained and he wanted more.
more of you.
the moment you straddle him, your sloshing wet cunt rubs against his hardened cock and he groans. âfuck,â he breathes, clenching his jaw tight. with a glance down, he stares at the way you were all flooded with ropes and ropes of hot cum. itâs slimy, the way it oozes out of your hole and down toward your thighs, heâs so close to getting a taste himself. but insteadâheâs more hungry for your lips. âmhm, gimme another kiss, baby.â
you lean in, pressing your warm lips against his. as always, gojoâs sloppy, running his tongue throughout your mouth, tracing the inside of its structure. humid breaths fan amongst each other before he squeezes your ass only to spank it afterward. timeâs been lost, itâs probably been hours and gojo satoru had the stamina equivalent to a horse. another round occurs, then another, and heâs just blinded from your pussy at this point.
needless to say, youâve never seen him so . . submissive.Â
heâs whining for you to touch him more, to kiss him, even whisper sweet nothings into his ear.Â
after being pumped with sloppy masses of load again and again to your heartâs content, youâve never felt more full. literally though, itâs so much that it could barely plug its way inside anymore. the sight of his cum dribbling out of your cunt makes him lick his lips. heâs hungry for more and only you could fulfill his appetite.
gojoâs between you with your legs still grasped around his slim waist like a vice. panting heavily, a hand of his cups your faceâexhaling a deep, pitchy sigh. the tips of his pointy ears burn a feverish temperature. itâs so hot, you could almost feel his heat radiate onto you. as you return his obscene gaze, he groans as his now soft dick remains idle inside of your clingy stretchy walls. seconds to miliseconds go by before gojo collapses into your neck.Â
perhaps you rode him to death.Â
âsweet . . thing, youâre so . . pretty,â he hiccups, moving his chin up to stare at your ethereal after state. he got lost in your eyesâyour pussy did wonders because he was literally unable to speak for a good minute. with lowly hooded eyelids, youâre breathing irregularly yourself with your breath seeming like itâs gonna be your last.Â
youâve got a sheepish smile, trapping his waist with your shaky thighs. âtoru, did i overdo it?â you attempt to tease, giving him a sneaking kiss near the corner of his mouth. his lips twitch, and he slumps back against his office chair. still, you feel the remnants of his hot cum pour continuously, leaking out a bit way down the inner crevices of your thighs. your full lungs could barely keep up with gojoâs pace. his paceâyou were still recovering from it. you were in a mere delirious state of your own as youâre trying to compel yourself from your most recent high.
as gojo shakes his headâyou could clearly tell he was lying. ân- no,â and he huffs, pressing a kiss against your forehead. âfuck, âs still cumminâ princess.â
with an incoming whine rudely snatching itâs way from your spit slicked lips, your body slumps backward. all youâre feeling is nirvana, a feeling that was blissful and utterly hard to describe with simplistic words. gojoâs still plugging you full with not only inches of himself but lots of his feverish, velvety ropes of cum. the way you succumb into your own pleasure with him, itâs pretty to see. your eyes has a glow to them and so does his.Â
your own eyes roll themselves back as you give in to the your own elation.Â
each body twitches from the various elated sensations, staticky electricity piercing through your veins before your legs finally sag back. with a breathy moan, you pull gojoâs head up a bit. âf- fuck,â and as you grip his snowy strands, with half-lidded eyes, youâre met with his pussy drunk state. he looks so pretty, a mere flustered tint paints over his face as his chinâs pouring with your slick even still. âyou did so good, âtoru. so so good,â and you lean up to his ear, whispering playfully. âgood boy.â
he tenses as youâre on his lap, breathing stopping and he pauses from those two last words. a gasp makes its way out of his lips before he moans.
âdonât . . let this get to your head. âm still gojo s- satoru,â and he squeezes your right ass cheek, yet this time. his gripâs much softer and more . . . tender.
with his head thrown back, he feels your grinding intensify. âbutâ say it again, sweetheart. call me that one more time.â
you press a kiss against his cheek. âgood boy.â
âyour .. good boy,â he pants, a growing flush on his face and heâs not only irritated but heavily turned on.
it appears that he discovered a new kink. praise.
âiâll .. iâll be your good boy, just for tânight, pretty girl. now finish fuckinâ me. please.â
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with all the power in oz
movie!fiyero x gn!reader, 2.2k words summary: the reader, rather anxious and studious, finds their self head-over-heels with none other than fiyero, supposed boyfriend to galinda upland. to placate this, they somewhat agree to meet him at the ozdust ballroom. a/n: YOU pronouns are used to address the reader, but there is no usage of y/n. just watched the movie today. tried to find a fic, couldn't. here I am writing one instead. reader worries a lot. so me. you're welcome. also, I'm going into this blind. I have unfortunately never seen the actual musical (downsides to living in the middle of nowhere) so I'm only going off based on wikis and the movie. it should be gn as I read through it like... five different times, but please let me know if I missed something!
Breathtaking. That's what he was. But could you truly refer to a man like him as breathtaking?
The very features that graced his face were absolutely mesmerizing, and you felt like a fool watching him at times. How could you not? He seemed so full of life, so full of... well, not a care in the world, really. It was as if he brushed everything off of his shoulders without hesitation.
You could only wished you were the same way.
No cares, no worries. How lovely that would have been.
No, you hold onto the things that happen to you as if you have no other way to live. You hold grudges, you think over things that happened years ago that no one could possibly remember.
For someone who wished to be a sorcerer, you had a hard time simply letting things go. Your emotions often got the better of you, even when you knew better. Even when you wished it could be the opposite. But perhaps that was the way of the world.
Not a man in Oz could tell you otherwise.
Books in hands, you crossed the path to your dormitory, brows cinched together in mild concentration.
You had a project in your history class, and an extensive paper to complete on the study of mathematicsâof all the things you could have had, a paper in mathematics. You'd rather perform magic in front of the entire student body, but you couldn't.
As you walked, you heard your name come from behind you. Eyes flicker back, a soft frown on your lips. You see himâFiyero. The one fool you meant to avoid with all the gumption within you.
You'd melt just being near him.
"Fiyero," you softly greet.
He gave you a charming smile, coming up to walk with you. "Heading back already?" he asked.
"I am."
"Working on the project, hm? We could work on it together if you'd like. I'm sure our minds could do wonders," he said, a playful wink coming from him.
"I'm fine," you simply said.
He blinked slowly, but his smile never wavered. "Come now," he said, your name leaving his lips rather sweetly. "Surely you're not going to spend the rest of your evening alone. Why don't you come to Ozdust tonight?"
You looked back at him, frowning. "Ozdust. Me. I don't think so, Fiyero."
"And why not? I'm sure you'd be as dashing as ever."
You stopped in your steps, eyes searching his for but a moment. "Dashing. Are you in earnest, Fiyero?"
"Yes," he said, smiling.
"And what of Galinda? You'll be with her. Why invite me?"
"She doesn't need to know. It's not her business," he said. "Besides, she will be busy with Elphaba. I'd much rather spend time with you."
"And I think you're just pulling my leg," you said defensively. You crossed your arms over your chest, careful to keep your books close.
"Pulling your leg? I haven't even touched you," he said, a cheeky grin on his lips. "Come now, don't play coy. You should come."
"And if I do?"
"Then I'll be quite happy."
You rolled your eyes and went to walk away.
A hand wrapped around your bicep, and you paused, glancing over your shoulder at him.
His eyes widened a bit and he dropped his hand, albeit hesitantly. Perhaps he didn't think he would actually reach out to you. He cleared his throat.
"I really would like you to be there. You'll have the time of your life."
"The time of my life," you repeated. "I don't think you realize how much I dread parties."
"Have you ever been to one?"
"No."
"Then how do you know you dread them?"
"I just know," you said. "I feel it in my bones. I know going will just get on my nerves."
He scoffed, placing his hands on his hips. "I think you're foolish for that," he said. "Come on. What are you losing? A couple hours to work on a project that you know you could finish in a morning session? You'll be fine. Come to the Ozdust tonight. I'll show you a good time."
You clenched your jaw. "I don't wantâ"
"âI would like you to be there. That is all. I won't ask again." He gave you another small smile before he looked away. "I'll see you around. Perhaps tonight?"
You stared him down. He would like to see you there? Was he being honest? And what of Galinda? Would he be going behind her back? Wasn't he madly in love with her, or something? Or was it the other way around?
He said your name once more, and you looked up at him, letting out a soft sigh.
"Right. Perhaps tonight," you softly said.
The smile on his lips was rather... hopeful than anything else. There wasn't anything smarmy by it. He seemed as genuine as the glint in his eyeâthe one he used when he spoke with anyone he trusted. At least, you hoped so.
The night came quickly as you finished up your outfitâone you would hope you didn't look completely foolish in. The color you chose seemed to fit well with almost anything, but you still worried. You always worried about something.
Time was of the essence. You weren't even supposed to leave Shiz University's campus, but here you were, sneaking like some scoundrel.
Well, perhaps you were, listening to the requests of a man who already had a girlfriendâa fantastically beautiful one at that.
But you paid no mind. You did what you could, and soon, you found yourself walking down the steps of the Ozdust Ballroom.
Never had you been in a place like this. It was almost... breathtaking, had it not been for the overpowering smells of perfume and some kind of drink wafting from the bar. Your eyes flitted from patron to patron until you finally spotted himâFiyero.
He looked just as handsome as ever.
Good Oz, what in the world were you doing? This was foolish.
You took a step back, staring at Fiyero for a moment as he spoke with another man, drink in hand. You needed to leave. This was ridiculous. You were ridiculous! Never in a thousand years would you ever imagine yourself to do such a thingâ
"You made it!"
Fiyero's voice rang out above the music.
You look to him, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. Because of course he saw you as soon as you had decided to leave.
Fiyero smiled and made his way to you, taking your hands in his, drink left with the confused man behind him. Surely he didn't just up and leave in the middle of his conversation.
You part your lips and go to speak, but to your dismay, Fiyero is instant.
"I was afraid you had changed your mind," he said. "You look ravishing, darling."
Your eyes widened. Ravishing? You'd been called many things in your life, but never ravishing.
"Galinda couldn't make it?" you asked.
"Whaâno, she couldn't. But what of it? I didn't ask her to the Ozdust, I asked you. I'm glad to see your face."
Warmth blossomed in your cheeks as you watched him. "Fiyero, please... I shouldn't be here."
"Oh, nonsense," he said, grinning all the while. "Come. Dance with me."
"But I don'tâ"
"âdo not say you don't dance. I can teach you."
"Teach me?"
"It's as easy as breathing," he said.
"For you, maybe, but not forâ"
"âhumor me," he said, smiling.
You pursed your lips. Of course he had to give you that charming smile and the sweet bat of his eyelashes.
"I do not dance," you repeated.
"I think I will be the judge of that."
He grabbed your hands once more and pulled you out into the ballroom floor, smiling all the while.
"You'll be a natural. I can just see it."
"I feel like if I were a natural, you wouldn't have to teach me," you said, gasping as he pulled you close to his chest. His face was dangerously close to yours, his eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips.
"You know," he began, eyes flickering back to your eyes. "We all start somewhere, do we not? You should know that better than anyone."
"What? What does thatâ"
He interrupted you by spinning you by your arm, back into his embrace. The music was rather ambient, not quite one for dancing so enthusiastically, but Fiyero embraced it. Hand to your hand, face close to your face.
"See? A natural."
"You merely spun me around, Fiyero. Do not be foolish."
"You could have fell flat on your face," he said, a boyish grin evident on his lips.
"Stop looking at me like that," you defiantly said. "You are far too close to me for my liking."
"Oh, feisty, are we?" he asked, moving his body along to the music and forcing you to go along, too. You nearly stepped on his toes several times. "I do not think there is anything wrong with the way I'm looking at you. You're rather breathtaking, if I may."
Breathtaking. The same way you had described him only hours before. He wasn't a mind reader, was he?
No.
Of course not. That was foolish. He was merely a man. Nothing of great importanceâno power within him other than the power he held in every single eyelash as they batted down at you, making you melt over and over again.
"What of Galinda?" you repeated.
"What of her?"
"You shouldn't be calling someone who isn't yours breathtaking. It's quite..."
"There is nothing wrong with admiring the beauty in front of me," he said, your name playfully leaving his tongue. "Look at me. Galinda and I are only friends."
You rolled your eyes. "Do not lie to me."
His eyes widened a bit. "Lie? I do not lie. We are friends and nothing more. Though I do believe she thinks differently..."
"She must," you said, huffing softly.
"But that does not make it true. I have eyes for someone else."
"Eyes for someone else?"
He tilted his head once more. He was rather endearing when he did that.
"Who did I ask to their very first party?" he asked, smiling. "It's quite a feat, isn't it? Afraid you wouldn't show, and then you do, questioning me and everything I stand for, hm?"
Warmth found its way to your cheeks once more. You looked away from him. With the crescendo of the music, Fiyero pulled you closer, fingers lacing with yours. His lips hover dangerously close to yours.
"You know, if you would just give it a chance, perhaps you and I could make some magic of our own."
You let out a curt laugh. "Youâoh, good Oz, I hope you never use that line on anyone! Has that worked for you before?"
He gave a cheeky smile. "It seems like it's working on you."
"Absolutely not!"
"Not even a little!"
"No!"
His smile only seemed to grow. "Truly?"
You looked away, swallowing thickly. "I mean... no. Not even a little. Not at all."
"You're lying," he said.
"I am not."
"I do think I know what I'm talking about," he said, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to the soft skin of your cheek. "Come now," he said. "Stop with the lies."
You looked up at him, a soft huff escaping you.
"Fine. I lied. It may or may not be working. But it's not just because of what you said."
"Oh? Are you saying you like me for more than my suave words?"
"Suave words? Who in Oz said they were suave?"
He just smiled, his eyes flickering to your lips once more. "Do you think instead of just a dance, I could try something more?"
"Try what?"
"I think you know."
You blinked slowly at him, your fingers gently gripping onto his tunic. Your lips part in mild surprise, but you realize that you shouldn't have been. He'd been eyeing you the entire evening.
"Very well," you softly said.
"Wonderful," he replied, and in a swift motion, he pressed his lips to yours. It was short as he pulled back almost as soon as he had kissed you, but it was enough to keep you wanting more.
"Fiyero, that wasn'tâ"
"âcome with me," he softly said, lacing his fingers with yours once more. "Somewhere without so many prying eyes, yes?"
Your answer was almost instant: "Yes."
Fiyero led you back up the staircase, and he didn't look back once at the ballroom.
"Where are we going?" you asked.
"Somewhere where I can see you and only you," he said. "If that's alright."
"Oh," you softly said. "Yes. That's alright."
"Then follow me," he said. "Do you trust me?"
You smiled sincerely for one of the first times in the evening. Did you trust him? What kind of foolish question was that? If you had the chance, you'd do whatever he'd ask of you. You found your answer rather quickly, knowing within yourself that it was far truer than any other statement you had ever uttered.
"With all the power in Oz."
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Good Luck Babe
Summary: Wanda's boyfriend is the biggest asshole you've ever met. You think she'll choose you in the end.
Wanda Romanoff x F!R, eventual Natasha Romanoff x F!R
A/N: Don't be fooled by the summary, this is a Natasha Romanoff x R fic
Classes can be a drag. Especially the early mornings, where not even a cup of coffee can make you focus.
And then, thereâs Wanda Maximoff, looking at the professor as she speaks, diligently taking notes while looking perfect, as usual.
She catches you staring and you have to look away, pretending that you werenât just wondering how she manages to look effortlessly beautiful.
Class is dismissed and you take a minute to pack your things, preparing for the next session. You try not to roll your eyes as you find Wanda with her idiot boyfriend right at the door. As usual, they take up too much space, and you have to push one of them aside.
âComing through, princessâ
You donât have to look back to know Wanda glares at you, annoyed at the nickname.
To be fair, the first time you used it you thought you were both involved in playful banter. Hell, you even meant it to be flirty, but she took great offense in it, which was the case with most things you did, whether they were aimed at her or not.
It was pretty clear she hated your guts. You just didnât know why.
ââ
âI donât know what her problem isâ Wanda says, the music loudly booming across the house.
âWhat?â Jarvis says, leaning forward because he didnât hear a word Wanda said. Partly due to the loud music and also because heâs looking at other girls, albeit discreetly.
âY/N. Sheâs always being a total assâ the girl says, watching as you enter the house, avoiding her stare.
âSheâs just jealous because youâre so prettyâ he says and thatâs enough to distract Wanda.
Across the room, you curse under your breath at the sight of the Maximoff girl. God, you hate her stupid boyfriend. Always runnig his mouth to his friends about Wanda, telling them private things⌠youâd overheard them at a bar once and it took every ounce of your being not to kill him right then and there.
Not to mention, the rumoured affairs that everyone knew about. Everyone, but Wanda, that is.
âYou made it!â Carol greets you, and then follows your gaze. âUgh, that guyâs the worstâ
âAgreeâ you nod, turning to look at her. âShots?â
âHell, yeahâ your friend says, taking you to the kitchen where Val is pouring some alcohol.
To your relief, you get to avoid Wanda for the entirety of the night, and as your friends arrive you quickly forget what had soured your mood in the first place.
Wanda, on the other hand, is not having such a great time. At some point while she was chatting with Pepper, she lost sight of Jarvis and canât seem to find him anywhere. Knowing Stark could get crazy ideas, she worries that they might be doing something reckless so she goes around the house, looking for her boyfriend.
Sheâs expecting everything but seeing him with his pants around his ankles while a girl Wanda doesnât even know gives him head.
âWanda!â Jarvis shouts, startled.
âThatâs not my nameâ the girl says, smiling playfully. âOr are we role playing?â
âI need to get out of hereâ Wanda says, closing the door.
Of course, he chases her down the hall, desperately sayig any excuse he can think of. Wanda tries to walk past him, but he blocks her from going downstairs.
âDonât be so uptight about itâ he loses his patience when Wanda refuses his apology. âGuys just need to do it more than girls, it meant nothingâ
âYouâre an assâ she says, tears rolling down her cheeks.
âWanda, donât leaveâ he warns, as she finally walks around him to go to the first floor. The shouting makes some people turn around, and itâs almost impossible to ignore the commotion.
Youâre standing next to Val and Darcy, unable to look away as the oh so happy couple keeps shouting at each other.
âGuess he got caught red handed this timeâ Darcy mutters. She and Wanda were friends but had a fallout and you suspected it had to do with Jarvis and his side pieces.
âLet go of meâ Wanda insists when he takes her arm, pulling her close to him.
âPeople are staring, shut your fucking mouthâ
âYouâre hurting meâ she protests, trying to losen his grip.
Maybe itâs the way she says it, so defeated or even scared, but those words make you snap, and you walk up to them, pushing Jarvis away.
âStay out of itâ he warns.
âMake meâ
You are expecting the first punch so you dodge it in time, but he manages to land another one on your mouth, and you feel the taste of blood.
âYouâre gonna regret thisâ you say, launching yourself forward until you knock him over, landing on a coffee table that breaks. Grabbing him by the shirt, you land two punches and go for a third one when he kicks you, making you gasp for air.
âThatâs enoughâ Thor steps in, his brother looking delighted at the chaos. âYou better leaveâ
Jarvis glares at him, but truth be told, Thor doesnât like him and he is your friend. He leaves the Odinson house, cursing under his breath.
âIâm fineâ you tell your friends as they bring over ice to put on your cheek.
âWant us to take you home?â Carol offers.
âItâs goodâ you say, shaking your head. âI should go, take some painkillersâ
âCall us if you need anythingâ
âOkâ you pat Darcyâs back, leaving the house where everyoneâs partying like nothing even happened.
As you walk to your car, you spot Wanda, sitting on the sidewalk, wiping away the tears that roll down her cheeks.
âYou ok?â you ask, standing next to her.
âHeâs an idiot. No, Iâm the idiot for being with himâ she rambles.
Thereâs a very sarcastic comment at the tip of yout tongue but you save it.
âDid he drove you here?â Wanda nods and you jiggle the car keys. âCome on, Iâll drive you to your dormâ
âI donât want to be aloneâ Wanda hugs her knees, and in spite of everything, your heart aches for her.
âAny friends that can take you in for the night?â she shakes her head no and you sigh. âWanna stay at my place?â
âAre you sure itâs ok?â
âYeah, come onâ you say, walking to the car. You drive in silence, eager to get home and put some more ice on the punch.
Wanda gets out of the car and follows you to the dorm you share with Carol, who usually stays with Val most nights.
âTake the bedâ you say, handing over some clean clothes so she can change.
Wanda looks at you, and you feel uncomfortable at the intensity of her gaze.
âI⌠thank you, Y/Nâ
âSleep tight, princessâ you say with a smile and for the first time she doesnât look upset as you call her that.
ââ
The smell of bacon and butter wakes you up and you stretch, trying to remember why youâre in the couch.
When you see Wanda in your kitchen, everyhing that happened comes back and you groan, rubbing the sleep off your eyes.
âOuchâ you say when you rub close to the punch on your cheek.
âYouâre upâ Wanda says, smiling. Itâs a strange sight, as sheâs used to glaring at you or just ignoring your presence.
âYou sleep ok?â you say, trying to hide your blush when you notice sheâs still wearing the clothes you let her borrow.
âYeah, thanksâ she nods, pulling up two plates with pancakes. âI wanted to thank you for everythig you did last nightâ
âNo needâ you say, grabbing a fork and eating. Wandaâs just being nice and you honestly donât want to force her to interact with you, so all you want is to finish your food and give her an out so she can leave.
âHeâs been texting meâ Wanda says, looking at her food but not eating anything. âSaying it was a mistake, a one time thing and that it would never happen againâ
âAnd you believe him?â you try to control your tone.
âIâd heard the rumors⌠even from Darcy. You probably know alreadyâ
âWe assumed thatâs why you fought, but she told us it was none of our business. And I know this isnât none of mine, but you deserve betterâ
Wanda giggles at that and you look at her, intrigued.
âIâm just⌠I thought you didnât like meâ
âWhereâd you get that?â
âThe nickname, your constant glares across the roomâŚâ
Oh, shit. Here you were thinking you were obvious about your crush, and Wanda thinks you hate her.
âI hate⌠Jarvis. I knew he was a dick so I always disliked him. Seeing him with you. Yeahâ
âDo you like me?â Wanda asks and you take a deep breath, shrugging your shoulders.
The girl smiles, finishing her food. You stay in the kitchen, fidgeting with your fork until she comes back, changed into her own clothes.
âI should get back. Do you need anything? Painkillers, ice?â she leans forward, her hand touching your bruise gently. Then, you notice her eyes drifting to your lips.
âIâm fineâ you say and she nods, stepping back.
âSee you in class?â
âYesâ you say, smiling as she waves goodbye. Carol walks in ten seconds later, looking behind her.
âWas thatâŚ?â
âYesâ
âDid youâŚ?â
âNoâ you cut her off. âShe just didnât want to be alone after what happenedâ
âY/NâŚâ Carol says in that tone you dislike so much. Youâre about to get scolded over something that isnât that big of a deal.
âCarol, come on. She slept in my room, I stayed on the couch. Thatâs itâ
âI just donât want to see you getting hurtâ your friend says and you nod. âI mean, you got a split lip and a black eye already so maybe itâs a little late for thatâ
âYeah, thatâs true. Come on, there are some pancakes leftâ
ââ
You tell yourself it means nothing. Wanda sits next to you during class, and offers a second scone she got from the cafeteria.
âHowâs the eye?â
âIâm not blindâ you shrug your shoulders. âJarvis hits like a little bitchâ
Wanda snorts at that, and you canât hold back your own laugh. That attracts the attention of Professor Harkness, who focuses on your eye.
âDo I even want to to know, Y/L/N?â
âNahâ you shake your head and she rolls her eyes.
âAlrightâ
With that, the lesson begins. You try hard to focus, but Wanda smells really nice and youâre only human. At one point, she shuffles in her seat, her leg coming in contact with yours and you give up on taking notes.
âYou ok?â to your surprise, Wanda follows you out of the classroom. âI can let you borrow my notes, if you wantâ
âWandaâ you stop abruptly, sighing. âListen, you donât owe me anything. I helped because it was the right thing to do. So donât worry about paying me back in any wayâ
âThatâs not⌠â she stutters, fixing her hair. âI donât really have any friends. I was always with himâ
âOhâ you feel like an idiot. âWell, ok. I could use those notesâ
âYeah?â
âYeah, come on. Iâll trade them for a coffeeâ you smile, walking next to her to the library.
â
It surprises you, how much you and Wanda have in common. She likes sitcoms and though youâre more of a Friends kind of girl, itâs fun to watch those old shows where they dance and sing from time to time.
âI only know Dick Van Dyke from Mary Poppinsâ you confess one time, which prompts Wanda to invite you to her dorm for a marathon.
âWhere are you going?â Darcy says when you walk past her and Carol that evening.
âOh, this is gonna be funâ Carol smiles and you glare at your friend.
âWell, Wanda and IâŚâ
âOh, my God! You traitor. Brutus!â Darcy shouts, throwing a napkin at you. âSheâs the worstâ
âI wouldnât know. You didnât tell me what happenedâ
âShe got you thereâ Carol points out, eating popcorn while she enjoys the show.
âThat is besides the pointâ
âLook, Iâm not putting Wanda on my will or anything, weâre just hanging out. And if she mentions you, Iâll be the first one to defend youâ
Darcy sighs, chewing on her lip.
âItâs not about me. Wanda has the habit of just⌠using people when sheâs bored or on a break from that idiot. And then they get back together and forgets about you. Which sucks. I wouldnât want it to be the case for you, thatâs allâ
âIâll be carefulâ you promise.
Once at Wandaâs, youâre trying to enjoy the show, but Darcyâs words are echoing in your head. You had to admit that if you spent more time with Wanda, youâd probably develop an even bigger crush. And if she went back to that asshole, it would hurt you.
Was it really worth it?
âIs the show boring? We can watch something else. I know itâs weird that I like thisâ Wanda pauses mid episode.
âNo, itâs just⌠Darcy said some thingsâŚâ
âOh. I wouldnât blame you if you donât want to hang out anymoreâ she sighs, looking down at her hands.
âIâm just thinking⌠maybe it would be good if you fix things with her? Say sorry. Iâm sure sheâll appreciate itâ
âI can try, but you know her. She wonât make it easyâ you both laugh at that. âIs that all?â
âYeahâ you lie. âCome on, letâs keep watching. I wanna know if Rob goes to Ritchieâs playâ
Wanda smiles, this time moving closer to you. Her head rests on your shoulder, relaxing against you. Itâs so intoxicating, to have her so close, to feel her warmth.
And all you can think over and over again is âplease donât break my heartâ. But you canât ask for the impossible.
â
Youâre really not expecting Wanda to take your suggestion at heart, but one day you see her speaking with Darcy in the hallway, your friend pretending to not be interested in the conversation at all.
The only sign that she actually forgives Wanda is when youâre sitting with the girl at the cafeteria and Darcy sits next to you, carrying a tray.
âThis is the only seat that I could findâ she mutters unconvincingly, making you and Wanda smile.
Though you spent most of the time in each otherâs dorms, watching movies or shows. You learn that Jarvis was the one that dragged Wanda to all those parties and anytime you invite her to one she politely declines.
Now, youâre staying in while the rest of your friends are at the Odinson mansion. You donât know if theyâre allergies or a mild cold, but youâve been feeling sick all day and wanted to rest.
âComingâ you groan when someone knocks. You open the door to find Wanda on the other side. âYouâll get sick, what are you doing here?â
âI made you soupâ
âThanksâ you take the container, and you gotta admit the idea of warm soup makes your mouth water. âIâd say do you want to come in, but I really do worry this might be contagiousâ
âIâll be fineâ she walks inside, finding her usual place in the couch and patting the spot next to her. âCome on. Weâll even watch that boring show you likeâ
âThe Office is not boring!â you huff, making her laugh.
A couple of episodes later, and you feel your eyes slowly closing, a side effect from the medicine you took. Wanda notices, and makes you walk to your room.
As you lay in bed, youâre drifting off to sleep when you feel Wanda sliding next to you, her hand on your forehead.
âYour fever is downâ
âMhm. Thanks to the magic soupâ
âIâm staying, in case you need anythingâ
âOk, babyâ you nod, too sleepy to notice what youâre saying.
Wandaâs heart flutters at the term of endearment, and she watches you sleep peacefully, her mind racing with thoughts about what could this possibly mean to you both.
On the other hand, you donât remember anything and are startled when you feel someone sleeping next to you.
âWanda?â you say when you turn around, smiling at how cute she looks, all confused.
âI must have fallen asleep here. How are you feeling?â
âBetter, thanksâ you lay on your side, still smiling. Wanda is still thinking about the way you called her and itâs fairly obvious you donât remember.
Still, she leans forward and you almost watch in slow motion as her lips meet yours in a short kiss.
âWhy did youâŚâ
âYou make me feel⌠I donât know. Safe. Iâm sorry, if I crossed line. Maybe I should goâŚâ she sits up and you follow suit, making her turn to you.
This second kiss is a bit more urgent and less delicate, but you hope it makes a point.
âNow I really hope that what I had wasnât contagiousâ
Wanda laughs at that, her hand over yours.
ââ
The next few weeks you grow closer to Wanda. You spend most of the time at her place, watching sitcoms and more often than not, you end up making out on her bed, until youâre both out of breath.
She also enjoys teasing you endlessly, like that time she sat next to you in Agathaâs class and put her hand on your thigh. Your knee jolted forward, crashing against the table and making the professor glare at you.
This time, youâre supposed to be studying in your room, but you find that looking at Wanda as she goes over her notes is far more interesting.
âStopâ she says after a few minutes and you smile.
âIâm not doing anythingâ
âYouâre staringâ
âCan you blame me?â you crawl behind her, placing small kisses down her neck. She sighs at the contact, leaning against your front.
âAre you doing this to get my notes?â
âMaybeâ you laugh against her shoulder, making her turn until youâre kissing her, and she pushes you down on the bed, straddling your lap.
âYou better work for them, thenâ
Next day, when youâre done with your test, the first thing you do is reach for Wandaâs hand. To your surprise, she flinches away, grabbing the strap of her bagpack.
âDid you do ok on the test?â sheâs quick to ask, hoping you wonât push it too much.
âI think so, yeahâ
âIf you pass, Iâd say you owe me for borrowing my notesâ she smiles.
âWell, we could go out to the movies. Or dinner?â you suggest, your heart beating faster. Itâs a thought that has been going through your mind recently.
Not that you donât enjoy the kissing and sneaking around, but youâre eager to take Wanda out, find new places together, talk about something else other than classes and her old shows.
âIâm not sure I can make itâ Wanda says, avoiding your eyes again.
This new rejection stings and you drop your shoulders, looking for an excuse to leave.
âYeah, youâre right. We have lots of stuff to do. Iâll catch you laterâ you say, walking faster and not waiting for Wandaâs reply.
The rest of the day is spent in your dorm, which isnât unusual. The only difference is that youâre alone instead of enjoying Wandaâs company, and hiding from seeing her.
âWanna go to Joeâs with us?â Carol offers. âTo celebrate midterms are overâ
âSounds funâ you agree, because itâs been forever since youâve been with your friends.
âYou can invite your girlâ
âSheâs not my girlâ
âOh?â Carol tilts her head to the side, putting the pieces together. âSo thatâs why you only hang out in the dormsâ
âWhat did you think we were doing?â
âHaving sex like crazyâ
No answer comes to you, because sex is something that hasnât happened yet. Or maybe never, considering Wanda doesnât want anything more.
âI donât think she knows what she wants, Carolâ
âDo you?â she asks gently. Your immediate response is a shrug of your shoulders, and itâs a lie, because you know exactly what you want. âCome on, itâs her loss then. Letâs just go out and have funâ
Meeting your friends does improve your mood and youâre happy you listened to Carol. You eat and play pool, until everyone gets restless and looks for something else to do.
âHeard Stark is having a partyâ Carol says, knowing he always gets the fancy booze.
âPassâ youâre the first one to speak.
âWhy?â
âIsnât he best friends with Jarvis?â Darcy says. âWe donât want to have another fight, do we?â
âOh come on, there will be so many people he wonât even notice that youâre there!â Carol insists, and you can tell sheâs gonna be stubborn and annoying until she gets what she wants.
So, you agree, but spend the whole time looking around, waiting for that jerk to pop out of nowhere and pick up a fight.
âI donât think heâs hereâ Darcy says, patting your back. âLetâs just have some fun, then Val will drag Carol out of here and we can go home, yeah?â
âSounds like a planâ you nod.
For the next hour, you do enjoy the party and are even surprised when Tony seems happy to see you. To be fair, he is a lot nicer than most of his friends. Youâre relaxed, dancing to the music and doing shots with Darcy and Val, almost forgetting why you were so sad in the first place.
That is, until you walk out of the living room to get another beer, but the place is so crowded you bump into a girl.
âSorry, are you ok?â you say, turning to make sure sheâs fine.
Your stomach drops when your eyes meet Wandaâs.
She calls for you, but the sound of her voice is drowned out by the music and the ringing in your ears. Jarvis says Wandaâs name, and you take advantage of the distraction to escape, pushing people out of the way.
When the fresh air hits you, the first thing you do is bend over the railing of the porch and throw up, coughing and wretching violently.
âItâs okâ Darcy comes out of nowhere, getting the hair out of your face.
âShitâ Val sobers up immediately. âTime to go home?â
âYeah, come on. Letâs get a cabâ Carol says, patting your back.
They think youâre wasted, but all you are is heartbroken. Wanda was with him, after everything youâve been through.
The shame over being so naive makes you stay in your dorm for the entire day.
Wanda shows up the minute Carol leaves.
âYou should goâ
âPlease let me explainâ
âI donât think thatâs possibleâ you shake your head. You know it, deep down. Sheâll never give you a place in her life.
âWeâre just⌠friends. He wanted to talk, apologizeâ
âWandaâ you plead, hoping sheâll stop. But instead, she pushes past you, her hands in your face.
âI canât lose youâ
âWhy would I stay?â
Wanda answers with a kiss, that is slow at first, and then borderline agressive. Youâre pushing, then pulling, unsure of what you want from her, but she pulls your pants down, just enough for her hand to fit, moving past your underwear and circling your clit. Your nails dig into her shoulders, gasping and breathing as she enters roughly, her fingers moving fast and hard.
Itâs not nice or affectionate, but a way to further claim you, ruin you, brand you. Now sheâs reached and touched more of you, and youâll never be able to erase it.
Your orgasm comes unexpectedly, and after the high, you come crashing down. All you feel is bitterness and guilt and anger. Wanda stays inside, biting your neck. The sting reminds you, youâre only gonna get pain out of this.
â
It becomes a vicious circle. Wanda is distant in public, because more often than not Jarvis is by her side. And then, she corners you in any spot she can find, kissing you and pressing her body against yours.
The more you let her in, the weaker you are and itâs nearly impossible to stay away. It will hurt if she leaves, and it hurts to be with her.
âI donât know how to stay awayâ you confess to Carol one particularly hard night. Darcy was called to offer her support, and she provided that along with snacks. âYou were right, Darcyâ
âI didnât want to beâ she says, holding your hand. âYouâre the only one who can put a stop to this. Sheâll never stop looking for youâ
You canât see yourself doing that, but then you walk past her in the hallway, and you hear her saying those words to Jarvis.
âI love youâ
You couldnât even get her to hold your fucking hand.
Pushing past her, you walk away, hoping to find the nearest bathroom and lock yourself there. Lucky for you, Wanda doesnât follow you.
Thereâs someone else waiting outside.
âMiss Y/L/Nâ Professor Harkness greets and you nod, looking at your feet and hoping she doesnât notice your red eyes.
âProfessorâ
âYouâre too advanced for my class. My wife has a spot in her lecture. New people to impress, most of them pHD studentsâ
Her emphasis in the new makes you understand.
You wonât have to see Wanda in class.
âOk. Iâd like thatâ
âKeep your head high, kiddoâ Agatha says, her hand on your chin. âAnd donât tell any of this to Rio or sheâll accuse me of going softâ
âYes, Professor Harkness. Thank youâ
âMhmâ she nods, giving her signature smirk and turning around.
One less place where youâll have to see Wanda.
Soon after that, you change everything about your routine. Where you eat, study, even go out for runs. Hell, you change your phone number and Darcy is kind enough to let you stay with her for a while. That, and the Thanksgiving break are enough to give you three weeks of space.
It hurts and more than once you have to stop yourself from looking for Wanda. But whatâs the point of being a secret? The longer it goes on, the more it will hurt.
Still, there are days when anger weights heavier than sadness. Youâre mad at yourself, for being so stupid. At Wanda, because she was a coward and a liar. And those times, you get restless and go out to run, listening to music until you reach a hidden lake. Itâs one of the few places you can be at peace, because you found it after Wanda broke your heart. So, thereâs no ghost of her here, only you and your conflicting emotions.
Throwing stones at the lake is a way to pass time, and youâre doing exactly that when you hear rustling behind you.
âSorryâ a raspy voice says. Your eyes meet green ones, but these are softer, almost shy. The girl has beautiful red hair, braided with a few strands lose. She misinterprets your silence, and quickly retreats. âIâll find another spotâ
âThatâs ok. I can⌠I can goâ
âNo, you donât have toâ sheâs quick to reassure.
âWell, we can always shareâ you propose, smiling. The girl nods, and places her bagpack next to a log. She pulls out a book, and begins reading. You continue throwing rocks, stealing glances here and there.
âIs the book any good?â you finally ask.
âDependsâ
âOn what?â
âOn your fascination with social expectations in Russian society during the 19th centuryâ
âPass. Got anything lighter?â you joke. To your surprise, the girl pulls out another book.
âHow about the perils of indulging in romantic fantasies?â
âI know those very wellâ you say, grimacing. She puts the book down, smiling at you. You try to smile back, but turn your attention back to the lake until youâre able to calm down.
âLit major?â you guess, pointing at the spot next to her. She moves her bag, allowing you to sit.
âYeah. You?â
âAnthropology. Minor in Art History. Iâm surprised we havenât seen each other in the buildingâ
âI'm a grad student, so Iâm usually at the libraryâ the girl says.
âNo parties?â
âNo one ever invites meâ she shakes her head.
âIâd invite youâ you blurt out, finding her blush adorable. âSorry, I donât mean to be forwardâ
âItâs not⌠youâre fineâ
âSo. Anna Karenina and Madame Bovary. Are you trying to find out if Tolstoy really wrote his book with Flaubertâs in mind?â
The girl gives you an appreciative smile, nodding.
âYeah, but itâs more about how men in 19th century wrote about women. Even in two different societies, the protagonists are punished for following their desiresâ
âNo one should be punished for thatâ you say, looking at her. She averts her eyes, holding back a smile.
âWhy Anthropology?â she changes the subject.
âBecause. Weâre the same and weâre not, even thousand of years apart. Isnât that fascinating?â
âHow so?â
âDo you think you have anything in common with someone who lived thirty thousand years ago?â
âWe need food to survive. Sleep, water, oxygenâ she lists, and you nod.
âMhm. All basic needs. Next question, did you make a drawing of your hand when you were a kid?â
âEveryone didâ she says, as if itâs obvious.
âWhy?â
âBecause I wanted to see what it looked like. Because it was my hand and no one elseâsâ
âAnd people thirty thousand years ago thought the same thing. And left their handprint in a cave in Southern France. Isnât that something wonderful?â
She stays silent for a second and then smiles.
âI suppose it is, yes. To have an impact, so long after youâre gone tooâ
âYou get itâ you nod. âIâm Y/N, by the wayâ
âNatashaâ she says, smiling at you.
The next few days, you catch yourself thinking about Natasha, and even with all the distractions, your mind goes back to her. It takes every ounce of self control to not wait everyday by the lake. Why would you want to get hurt, when you just started healing?
Love never ends well for Anna Karenina, Emma Bovary or yourself.
And yet⌠three days later youâre by the lake, holding a book of your own collection and an extra scone. Youâre about to give up when Natasha shows up, and she seems as eager as you.
âHeyâ
âHiâ she answers, a smile on her face. âAm I interrupting lunch?â
âThis is for you. I mean, I was hoping Iâd see you hereâ you stutter, looking everywhere but Natashaâs eyes.
âI was hoping to see you tooâ she confesses. It takes you by surprise, so she grabs the scone and the book as you try to gather your thoughts.
âEmily Dickinsonâ she reads. âEnjoying it?â
âYou can borrow it if you want. I mean, yes I enjoyed it when I read it. But I just thought, you might like a change from male authorsâ
âThank youâ she nods, holding it close to her. âI actually have to goâŚâ
âOh, rightâ you nod, trying not to look disappointed.
âCan I have your number?â Natasha blurts out, her cheeks turning almost as red as her hair. âTo give you your book backâ
You smile, handing over your phone.
âI recently changed my number and I havenât memorized it yet. So give me yoursâ
âOkâ she says. As soon as the device is back in your hands, you send her a text.
âSee? Now Iâm sure I gave you the right numberâ
âTalk to you soon. Thanks for the foodâ
When is it appropriate to text someone without looking desperate?
Either way, you canât hold back your excitement as you walk to your dorm, jumping on Carolâs back as sheâs eating her cereal.
âAre you mad?â she says, flakes and milk flying all over the counter.
âIâm just happy!â
âWhy?â she glares, hoping youâre not back to your old ways.
âI spoke to a girl. And she gave me her phone numberâ
âOh, my God! Y/N!â Carol shouts, the rest of her cereal thrown away as she dances around.
âWhatâs all the fuss?â Val says from the shower, concerned over the noise. Carol runs to the bathroom and opens the door wide.
âY/N met a girlâ
âWay to go!â Val joins the celebration and youâre about to say thank you when you notice sheâs stepping out of the shower.
âGah, byeâ
âYeah, we wouldnât want your new girlfriend to think youâre a pervert!â
âShut upâ you say, walking to your room and flipping her off without turning back.
The rest of your evening is spent studying, but also looking at your phone waiting for anything to come through.
As youâre getting ready to sleep, thereâs a text.
Nat: Iâm ready to give the book back.
Y/N: Itâs been⌠seven hours?
Nat: Iâm a fast reader.
Nat: Secret spot? Saturday morning.
Y/N: Iâll be there
â
Itâs the first time youâre there so early. The light filters through the leaves, birds chirping as their day begins with the rays of sunshine.
The walk to the lake is lovely, and you spot a couple of small flowers as you find your way to the place. Deciding to get one for luck, you twirl it around in your fingers.
You sit by the log, looking at the fog over the surface of the water when you hear soft footsteps approaching.
âI was afraid youâd stood me upâ you joke when Natasha sits next to you.
âAnd stole your book?â
âThe book, I could get overâ you admit, giving her the flower. Natasha smiles, her fingertips caressing the petals delicately.
Your eyes are focused on the curve of her lips and those beaufitul eyes.
âWell, Iâm hereâ she says, smiling when your eyes meet hers. âThank you, I enjoyed reading itâ
You take the book, your hands touching briefly.
âThereâs a problem, thoughâ
âWhat is it?â you say, worried that somethingâs wrong.
âI gave the book back, but I still have to thank you for that sconeâ
âOhâ you laugh.
âSo, what is your preferred payment method? Ice cream? Coffee?â
âItâs a little early for ice creamâ
âThen weâll get it later. I know just the placeâ
âYeah. Iâd like thatâ
Though there are no classes, Natasha still has to meet with her advisor, so you chat for an hour until she has to go back to uni, agreeing to meet at your dorm in the evening.
âIs this a date?â you ask your friends on the video call as they agree on what you should wear.
âOf course it is, you silly goose!â Carol says, her face occupying half of the screen. âWear something hot!â
âNo, something comfortable. Itâs an ice cream date, not a clubâ Val argues, trying to get a glimpse of the options.
âSomething comfortable AND hotâ
As they keep arguing, you opt for a pair of jeans, a white cotton t-shirt and a light jacket.
âGotta goâ you say when someone knocks. After hanging up, you are surprised to check Natashaâs ten minutes early. Plus, you donât remember giving her your exact room number, agreeing youâd come down and meet at the lobby.
Youâre about to open the door when the voice on the other side makes you stop in your tracks.
âY/N? Please. Open up. I need youâ
Wanda.
That voice, those words, the feelings youâve been trying so hard to push away and bury come back. But instead of hurting you, they make you angry. Youâre about to go out with a wonderful girl, who seems geniuenly interested in you. And here comes Wanda, trying to stain that as well.
Without thinking twice, you climb out of the window, holding on to the emergency ladder. You look down, unsure of what to do when you reach the last step.
"What are you doing?" Natasha says, rushing to stand above you.
"Parkour?" you reply weakly. "Is it too high?"
"Don't worry, I'll catch you"
Trusting her, you jump. Truth to her word, she eases the fall as you land, but you drag her along with you as you stay on the floor.
âAre you hurt? Why did you do that?â
Her hands are running over every inch of your face, going down to your shoulders and arms. The worry in her eyes only makes your heart beat faster.
âMy roomate accidentally locked me insideâ
You figure it's better than saying "My situationship is outside my door and I wanted to avoid her"
âYou could have told me, and I would have gone and find herâ Natasha insists.
âYouâre right, Iâm sorry. Letâs get ice cream? I wonât ever do this againâ you promise, holding her hand. The redhead rolls her eyes, but nods and leads you away from the building.
You make small talk, appreciating how her hand doesnât leave yours as you get away from campus and to the walking district. You try to look discreetly behind you, hoping Wanda didnât see you and followed you.
Natasha finds the store, opening the door for you.
âRocky road, pleaseâ you give Natasha puppy eyes and she smiles, ordering strawberry ice cream for her.
âSo, whatâs your deal?â she asks as you leave the store.
âMy deal? What do you mean?â you say, mouth full of ice cream. The girl wipes the corner of your mouth with her napkin.
âYou mentioned parties. Are you some sort of wild girl looking for someone to charm every night?â
âOh, yes, Iâm quite the Casanovaâ you laugh. âNo, come on. My friends are cool and we just like to have fun from time to timeâ
âSo, not a playerâ she notes with a smile.
âI did get my heart broken, thoughâ
âFella done you wrong?â
âHis girlfriend done me wrongâ you correct, wishing you were talking about anything else. But truthfully, if you want things to work out, you better be honest. âShe was with me, but only on her terms and as if I were a secretâ
âIâm sorry, you donât deserve thatâ
âI moved on. So, donât think Iâm just messing here, Nat. I really like youâ you hurry to say, blushing slightly.
âI like you tooâ she takes your hand. âNow, letâs finish our ice cream so I can show you this awesome bookstore I foundâ
The next few hours are spent talking about college, some of your plans for the future and also, your friends. You smile when Natasha comments sheâd love to hang out with them.
Before it gets dark, you walk back to campus. Worried that Wanda might still be at your door, you asked Darcy a while back to go check. Apparently, the coast was clear.
Natasha walks you to the door.
âI had the best timeâ you say, smiling. âWe should do it again. Maybe go to the movies?â
âWould love toâ Natasha nods, her eyes drifting to your lips. You lean forward, heart beating fast as youâre eager to feel her lips on yours.
âAre you still here? I told you to beat it!â Darcy opens the door, making you both jump back. âOops, I thought you were someone else. Sorry, Iâll go back inside. Pretend this didnât happen, make outâ
âDarcyâ you groan. Your friend doesnât get inside, though.
âThe famous Natasha. Y/N here wonât shut up about youâ
âShhh, donât listen to her, sheâs off her medsâ you ask Nat, covering Darcyâs mouth and pushing her inside. As you close the door, you hold it so she canât open it again.
Natasha laughs, her hands going to your hips and pulling you softly. You take a few steps forward, smiling as she lifts your chin, leaning to connect your lips in a slow kiss.
Itâs mindblowingly good, although too short for your liking.
âSo, when are we doing this again?â
âThe date or the kiss?â she jokes and your hands go around her neck.
âBothâ
âAs soon as youâre freeâ she says, kissing you once more before leaving for the day.
Darcy snaps a picture the second you walk inside.
âThatâs the gayest youâve ever looked, congratsâ she says, sending the picture to the group chat.
You roll your eyes, pulling out your phone and smiling.
Y/N: Best Iâve ever had
Nat: The kiss or the ice cream?
Y/N: What do you think?
Smiling at your phone, you walk to the couch where your friend is sitting.
âIâm happy that youâre happyâ she says, relieved that youâre healing from everything that Wanda put you through.
âMe tooâ you sigh, pulling your knees against your chest. âThough I do have to ask. Did Wanda say why was she here?â
âI didnât care enough to find out. All I did was tell her to leave you alone. And then I pretended you were inside so she wouldnât go anywhere else looking for youâ
âYouâre a great friendâ you nudge her with your foot and she glares.
âEw, get that thing away from meâ
âI take it backâ you show her your tongue.
The next week, you text Natasha between classes, and though sheâs very busy, sheâs always making time to get back to you. You agree to go out on another date on Friday, but neither one can wait to see each other, so you end up at the library on a Wednesday evening, each one focused on your work.
Well, Natasha is focused on her work. Youâre looking at her, because this is the first time youâve seen her wearing glasses and itâs adorable.
âFind anything interesting?â
âPlentyâ you say, not even pretending to be reading your notes.
âYouâre not the only one whoâs staringâ Natashaâs eyebrow arches, speaking without looking up. âBrunette, green eyes, a lot of rings and eyeshadowâ
âOhâ
âIs that the infamous ex?â she says and youâre scared sheâll be upset about this whole situation.
âUhm⌠yeah. Iâm sorry. If sheâs making you uncomfortable, Iâll just leaveâŚâ
Natasha looks up at that, eyeing you up and down as you struggle to read her expression. She surprises you by pulling your chair until it bumps against hers, leaning forward and kissing you, one of her hands on your thigh and the other holding your chin, in that signature move that always makes your head spin.
âMaybe thatâll keep her awayâ Natasha says, smiling and bumping her nose against yours.
âYou canât just kiss me like that and expect me to focus on an essayâ you say, biting your lip.
âThen letâs get something to eat. We need a break from all this studyingâ she proposes, picking up her things and leading you out of the library, her hand in yours.
You donât care to look around for Wanda to check if sheâs watching, because this moment with Natasha is yours. Sheâs holding your hand, kissing you, spending time with you whenever she can, instead of hiding you like youâre a dirty secret.
By being herself, sheâs given you the one thing you always craved for. Something real.
Finally, Friday comes and youâre buzzing with excitement, getting ready to meet Natasha.
âWanna go to a party tomorrow? You can invite your girlfriendâ Val says, painting her nails while Carol throws a ball in the air.
âWe havenât had the talk about being each other girlfriendsâ
âWhat? And you call yourself a lesbian? This is the second date, you should be adopting a cat by nowâ
âLike you and Val with Goose?â
âYes!â
âWell, sorry to disappoint the sapphics, Iâm just trying to not scare her away. And about the party, yeah, if Natashaâs up for it, weâll stop byâ
âAlright, itâs at Starkâsâ
âOh. Maybe not, thenâ
Your friends share a look, and you glare as they both stay silent.
âYou canât avoid her foreverâ Val is the first one to speak. âSheâs gonna keep looking for you, getting in the middle of what could be a good relationship just because she thinks she canâ
âYeah, next time you see her, donât jump out the window. Open the door and tell her offâ Carol agrees.
âYou did what?â Val looks at you, baffled.
âItâs ok, Nat was there to catch me. Speaking of whichâ you hear a knock on the door, and stand up. âSee ya, cat ladiesâ
âHey! We only have the oneâ
You laugh as you open the door, but then youâre interrupted by Natashaâs lips on yours.
âHeyâ
âHelloâ she smiles, and then looks behind you as your friends whistle.
âMeet Val and Carol. My two former best friendsâ you grumble when they make kissing sounds.
âNice to meet youâ Natasha greets over your shoulder.
âBring her home at a decent timeâ Carol says. âUnless you plan on having sex. In that case take her back to yours so she doesnât wake me upâ
âI hate you so muchâ you sigh, pulling Nat away.
âWeâll see you at the party tomorrowâ
âSorry about themâ you mumble when youâre going down the stairs.
âWhat was that about a party?â she asks, opening the car door for you.
âEver heard of Tony Stark? Big house, bigger ego. Loves to have parties. We donât have to go unless you want toâ you say, half expecting her to turn down the invitation.
âIf you want me to go Iâll be thereâ
âI just want us to spend some time together, doing whatever you wantâ you say, blushing.
âI did promise Iâd try going to a party with you, and it seems like the perfect time. Could meet the rest of your friendsâ
âAlright thenâ you nod, excited and terrified about how things could turn out if a certain someone is there.
Carol is right, though. You canât be looking over your shoulder all the time, expecting Wanda to approach you and open those wounds.
If you have closure, in whatever way that is, she wonât have the power to hurt you anymore.
Itâs hard to focus on the movie with Natasha by your side, her hand clasped in yours over your leg. At one point, you lean against her shoulder and she kisses your temple.
Sheâs so perfect, it makes you dizzy.
âWhat did you think about the movie?â she asks as you go out of the theater, her arm around your waist.
âIt was good. Iâm glad I understood most of it without having watched those other Alien moviesâ
âWhy didnât you tell me? I would have picked a different oneâ she protests, pulling you to a stop.
âI just want to be with you. Plus you looked so excited to watch it, I had a hard time saying noâ
âIs that so?â she arches an eyebrow.
âDonât use that against me, Natashaâ you warn, getting ready to argue but her lips silence you, and you moan against the kiss.
Itâs not nearly enough, and you need more of her, not just kissing.
âSo if I ask you to go back home with me, will you still have a hard time saying no?â
âOn the second date? What do you think I am, a harlot?â
âIâd count the lake as a date of itâs own. And the library tooâ
âSo, this is like the fourth one?â you say, counting with your fingers.
âYou donât have to, I was onlyâŚâ
Natashaâs words are cut off by your lips on hers, and she holds back a moan of her own when you run your tongue over her bottom lip.
âIâd very much like to go back to your placeâ
The drive back is silent, but not in an uncomfortable way. Thereâs a certain tension, and the expectation of what is about to happen makes you feel like your heart is beating out of your chest.
âThis is homeâ Natasha says, opening the door to her apartment. Of course, as a grad student, you expected her to have her own place, but you still admire how homey it feels. There are books everywhere, which makes sense, and pictures of Natashaâs family.
âItâs lovelyâ you say, turning back to look at her. The tour of the place is forgotten, as you watch Natasha approach you slowly, her hands dropping to your waist.
âNervous?â
âYeah. A bitâ you admit, because lying to Natasha has never been something youâd consider doing. âI want this to be perfect. And for you to really like itâ
For me to be enough.
âItâs already perfectâ she says, coming closer and kissing you slowly. Your eyes close as you enjoy the sensation of her lips against yours, hands wandering to your lower back. Without breaking the kiss, you discard your jacket and take hers off as well, and she immediately pulls you against her, your hands holding her cheeks as she deepens the kiss.
âAre we doing it standing up?â you ask when she breaks apart, breathing heavily against your neck. âBecause Iâve never tried it, but I am open to experimentingâ
âYou could just say that we should take this to the bedroomâ she laughs against your temple.
âNow, whereâs the fun in that?â
Still, she laughs as you pull her by the belt loop of her pants, guessing that her bedroom must be that last door to the left.
âBingoâ you smile, opening the door. There are more books scattered on the nightstand and the floor, but at least the bed is clear. âGod, Nat, your reading is gonna kill meâ you say as you fall to the bed and make her land on top of you.
âSorry, I donât have company very oftenâ
âAre you a virgin?â you tease, knowing full well sheâs dated in the past, though nothing serious.
Instead of answering, she kisses you again, her lips drifting down to your neck, and then lower to your stomach. In one swift motion, she unsclaps your bra and lifts your shirt up, her tongue swirling around a nipple. You moan, surprised at the contact, holding her head in place as she moves to the other nipple.
âDoes it look like my first time?â Natasha says against your lips, her hands going down to undo the button of your jeans.
âIâm sorry, I was only joking, babyâ you say, and itâs almost embarassing how desperate you sound.
âGood girlâ she comments, pulling your pants down. You struggle with your underwear and Natashaâs too impatient, so she pulls it aside and starts eating you out, her tongue making circles and swirling around your clit.
âFuck, fuck, fuckâ you say, biting your hand to keep you from screaming. Natasha nudges your clit with her nose as she moves to go up and down and youâre close when she stops. âWhy?â
âI want to be inside youâ
Itâs a mystery, how your brain doesnât stop functioning at that, but you manage to discard your shirt and start to undress Natasha, eager to feel her skin against yours. Once youâre both naked, she flips you, so youâre on top of her, straddling her lap.
âIâm debating if it would be better to have my fingers or my strap buried in your pussyâ she says, and you wonder how the girl who is so well spoken can manage to be so crass.
Not that youâre complaining.
âAnything you wantâ you say, aware that youâre rubbing your center against her thigh.
âWhatâs that?â
âI⌠please. Just use meâ you plead, desperate for some release.
Those words do it for Natasha, who takes out a strap on from her nightstand. You protest when she stands up to fasten it around her hips, feeling like youâre gonna combust if sheâs not touching you.
âShh, Iâm hereâ she soothes you, laying on top of you and rubbing the strap against your entrance.
âFuck me, Natâ you squeeze your legs around her, hoping she stops teasing you.
âThatâs the plan, baby. Tell me if it hurts?â Natasha asks as she begins to fill you up, and youâre too far gone to give a verbal confirmation, nodding instead.
âMoreâ you insist when she stops, searching for any sign of discomfort. Natasha thrusts forward, sinking the entire shaft and you moan, arching your back. âHarderâ
Truthfully, Natashaâs never been so adventurous or forward in her sex life, but the way youâre pleading, clenching and panting underneath her, wakes something entirely new inside her. Pushing your knees against your chest, she moves in and out, reaching new spots that make you see stars.
âYes, yes, yesâ is all you manage to say, holding on to the sheets as your knuckles turn white. âNat, Iâm gonnaâŚâ
The words are stuck in your mouth as a powerful orgasm takes over, leaving you breathless. You feel Natasha slowing down her movements, and then she goes to kiss your neck, the strap still buried inside you.
âThat wasâŚâ you sigh, trying to make your brain work. As your breathing steadies, your muscles relax and you let a finger run up and down Natashaâs side. âI donât know what to say. Youâre the one with the big wordsâ
âThat was fucking hotâ she says, making you laugh. âAnd Iâm not done with youâ
Good thing your schedule was clear for the next day, because you werenât getting any sleep tonight.
â
Your muscles feel sore when you wake up, stretching and turning in Natashaâs arms, watching her sleep.
Her alarm woke you up, but sheâs still sound asleep.
âNatâ you say, moving her fiery hair out of her face. âBabyâ
âNoâ she protests.
âTime to get up. Youâre meeting your advisor, remember?â
Natasha curses under her breath, clearly not caring enough to wake up.
âHey⌠what if I sit on your face?â
âIâm upâ she says, opening her eyes and pulling you by the waist. âCome on, giddy upâ
âNuh-uh. Get dressedâ
âWhy would you lie about something like that?â she whines, burying her face in your neck.
âI didnât lie, because technically, I didnât say Iâd do it right now. Get dressed, Iâll make breakfast and then we can go back to uniâ
âFine. But this discussion is not overâ she kisses your cheeks, neck and then your lips, smiling as you laugh. âMorningâ
âMorning, babyâ you say, appreciating how beautiful she looks even with bed hair.
When she gets up, you find one of her t-shirts and go to the kitchen, looking at your options. You opt for french toast and make some coffee, because Natasha is definitely gonna need it to stay awake.
âTastes amazingâ she comments when you sit down to eat.
âBreakfast or me?â you tease and she almost chokes with her coffee. âSorry, letâs eatâ
âSo, what are the plans for today?â
âLaundry, some homework. Standard stuffâ
âDo you have any plans for lunch?â Natasha asks and you shake your head no. âWould you like to eat with me? After Iâm done with my meeting and you finish your stuff, of courseâ
âWould love toâ you say, smiling at how domestic and perfect it all feels.
Once you finish breakfast, you get changed and walk to Natâs car. Parking close to your dorm, she kisses you goodbye and walks to the professor's offices.
Youâre so distracted, thinking about everything that happened that you donât notice Wanda sitting outside your dorm until youâre at the door.
âWandaâ you say, your hands in the pocket of your jeans. âHeyâ
âY/N? Did you just get here?â she says, looking around and then at the time on her phone. âYou didnât sleep here?â
âWhat do you want?â
âI want⌠to apologizeâ
You sigh, hoping the conversation ends soon so you donât have to ever talk to her again.
âAnything else?â
âI thought he would change. He promised. But then it happened, again and again. And all I could think about is how youâd never do that to meâ
âNo, I wouldnât. But now itâs too late. You made your choiceâ
âIt was the wrong choice. Please, just give me another chance. I was scared beforeâŚâ
âNo, Wanda. Iâm sorry, but I donât want to hear it and weâre not gonna be anything at all. Natasha is⌠sheâs amazing and I want to be with her. You had a choice to make and you went with him. And now⌠I have to choose the girl Iâm in love withâ
âIs there anything I can do or sayâŚ?â
âNo. Iâm sorryâ you shake your head. Wanda nods, wiping away the tears. It does tug at your heart, seeing her so alone and broken. But itâs not on you to fix this.
Not anymore.
You let out a sigh when she leaves the hallway, turning in the other direction so she doesnât see you wiping away a tear of your own.
Your eyes meet Natashaâs. Sheâs holding a bouquet, looking at you intensely.
âNat. I can explain.â
The redhead drops the flowers and youâre scared sheâll walk away, but instead, she approaches you, lifting you as she kisses you. You sigh against her lips, holding on to her as if sheâs the only thing in the world.
âI heard. Everything. You donât have to explain anythingâ she puts you down, smiling. âIâm in love with you tooâ
âI donât⌠know what to sayâ you laugh, craddling her face in your hands.
âNo need to speakâ she pulls you closer again, walking back until your're cornered against your door.
âI swear to God, if itâs that girl again Iâm going toâŚâ Carol opens the door without a warning, making you almost fall. âAwww, you guys! Val, come look! Theyâre kissingâ
âWith tongue?â
âI hate you so muchâ you complain, hiding your face in Natashaâs neck. She laughs, kissing your temple. âNow close the door so I can say goodbye to my girlfriendâ
âGirlfriend? Val, theyâre girlfriends!â
âWohoo!â the girl screams from somewhere inside the apartment.
âAgh, itâs like having overbearing lesbian mothersâ you slam the door shut, turning to Natasha. âIâm staying at your place tonight, or they will drive me insane with all their questionsâ
âTonight, every night. Whatever you want. Just know⌠youâre getting very little sleepâ she says with a smirk, kissing you.
âI can live with thatâ
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contents : f!reader, containts spoilers, character death, mom!reader (has a son), dealing with loss, angst/slight comfort?, bittersweet, no use of y/n wc 1k an : idk what this is, but i just really love satoru and feel sentimental about him... i am not very happy with it but it's something
âmama, i donât remember this!â
when you turn to look up, youâre staring directly at a photo you have not seen in a long time. once it sinks in just what picture it is youâre looking at, a soft smile grows on your face before meeting your sonâs gaze.
no wonder he was confused, because the slightly crinkled picture he had managed to find wasnât of him, despite the kid being nearly identical to himself. had it not been for the fact that you knew it wasnât your son who was staring back at you on the piece of paper, it would have fooled you too.
ââs because itâs not you, sweetheart,â you smile. âcome here,â he doesnât hesitate to scatter over with tiny steps, before you gently lift him into your lap, resting your head on his shoulder as you look at the picture together.
you had nearly forgotten the picture even existed, hid away with other tokens of your late love.
it was a rather simple picture, one from when satoru was just a child, long before you had the privilege of loving him. standing straight and proud, a young satoru was smiling at you, a toothless grin stretching so far across his face that his eyes were squeezed shut.
âitâs your daddy,â you sigh as your son leans back against you. âi think heâs a little older here than you are know.â
âhe looks just like me!â excitement carrying his words.
and he did. same tufts of white hair that were always sticking in every direction. same warm smile that greeted everyone he encountered. same kind eyes that never lied.
âdo you miss him?â
you turn to look at him, meeting familiar blue eyes you used to get lost in for hours on end. âevery day,â you say simply, a sad smile painting your lips.
never letting your eyes leave your sonâs face, you notice how his eyebrows narrow slightly and he turns his attention back to the photo. âi wish i met him.â
âme too, baby.â it came out quiet as a whisper, leaning forward to press a soft peck at his temple. âbut heâs not gone gone.â
âwhat do you mean not gone gone?â
âwell,â taking a deep breath, sensing how your eyes slowly started to turn glossy with tears. âhe lives on in me, in my memory,â you say softly. âand in you,â grabbing his soft cheeks and rubbing your nose against his, causing a delightful little giggle to fill the space. âand all around.â
âall around?â he asks, the confused line between his brows deepening.
âi like to think so. for example, on sunny days i am sure heâs in the sunlight that kisses your skin, keeping you warm and safe. and you know when the wind is blowing so loud we hear it in the walls?â
âmhm,â he nods enthusiastically.
âiâm sure thatâs your dad talking,â you laugh a little to yourself. âmy god, how he used to talk. all the time.â
you keep looking for at the picture, reminding you of a time where you were able to enjoy the privilege of his strong arms around you, protecting you from any potential harm. it always amazed you, that despite everything he was put through, he was still soft and kind â truly one of his many brilliant qualities that he hadnât let the world that was so cruel to him, tarnish him completely.
âheâs also in the rain,â you say, your voice falling back to a whisper when he turns to look at you again. you capture his eyes, trying to force a smile as his big eyes stare back at you with such curiosity. âyou know how youâve sometimes seen mommy just stand outside when itâs raining?â he nods. âi miss your dad more than anything, and it makes me sad sometimes. so when it rains, i like to go outside and feel the little droplets hit my face. i thinks itâs how he shows me he is still here, comforting me. sharing my pain so i donât feel it on my own.â
you donât even notice the shy tear that has rolled down your cheek until he reaches his small hand to gently wipe it away. âi donât want you to be sad,â his voice is so full of compassion, wondering how such a small person could have such a big heart â he got that from satoru too.
âitâs okay to be sad sometimes,â you assure him. âit just proves that all i felt for your dad was real.â
he doesnât seem to understand it fully, but you canât blame him. heâs still just a kid after all. but as time pass, he'll grow up, it will all eventually make sense to him.
âmama?â
âyes, baby?â
âyouâve said before you talk to him.â
âyeah, all the time.â
âyou think i can talk to him too?â your lips instantly start to tremble in an unsteady smile.
you nod slowly before pulling him closer, pressing your cheek against his. âof course! i think he would be happy to hear you talking to him.â
âwhere do you think he is now?â the loaded question comes out so innocently, unable to stop how you huff a breath, trying to find the right words that would give an answer a child could comprehend.
âi donât know,â you said honestly, âbut wherever he is, i hope heâs resting. thatâs the least he deserves.â
with his eyes on the picture again, he gently wiggles out of your arms. his kindness steers his hand to dry more of your tears, again causing your lips to curve into a small smile.
âif itâs okay, i think iâm going to go talk to dad.â
âsay hi to him from me, okay?â he nods, flashing you a grin similar to the one satoru bore in the picture in your hands. and he runs off into the garden, standing in the exact spot you so often find yourself in.
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Might as well be drunk in love: 1 of 3
Pairing: OT7 x Reader (CEO AU)
Summary: In which your friend thought it would be funny to give you a love potion, and in which seven CEOs accidentally drank it.
Warnings: Love Potion, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, If youâre not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.
A/N: This idea came to me when I went to the mountain and saw a love potion wine thingy being sold there. I think it's just the name of the wine, anyway! I really, really tried so hard to finish this in one post but it's already almost 8kish and we aren't even near the end sksks Happy New Year, my loves! I hope you'll like my gift for you <3
âAm I that hopeless?â
âWhat?â your friend asked in faux innocence, blinking her eyes owlishly at you. âI donât know what youâre getting at, sweetie-â
You glared at her as you pointed in an exaggerated manner at the expensive pink tumbler she handed you mere seconds ago. The tumbler was too fancy, something that you wouldnât buy for yourself and something that a certain handsome but infuriating CEO of yours was fond of carrying around.
However, what was insulting was the content of the said tumbler.
âI just gifted you that because you mentioned that it was beautiful-â
âDo you really think Iâd end up alone?!â
âI donât understand-â
âYou literally just said that you put the love potion you bought in the mountains here!â you hissed lowly, keeping your eyes around the conference room as your department waited for the seven CEOs to arrive. You attempted to smile which more or less came out as a grimace at one of your colleagues who looked at you weirdly because of your mini-outburst. You werenât exactly meek in nature, nor were you shy. However, you werenât really keen on letting anyone overhear that your close friend bought you a love potion just because she thought you would end up alone.
That was embarrassing, even for you. So nope, you would for sure keep this under wraps.
Her brows furrowed harmlessly, although you could see a hint of smile on her lips, âYouâre welcome?â
âIâm not thanking you-â
Just then, all the seven CEOs walked in the conference room, their presence commanding and silence reigned through the whole room. The first to enter was Min Yoongi. He was strolling in the room with his hands in his pocket. He was said to be the ace of the group who could smell bullshit despite it being miles away. He honestly looked like he would rather be anywhere else than here right now, though. It was the complete opposite of Jung Hoseok, also known as the sunshine of the group. He was smiling widely as he greeted the department and some employees by their names, yet you werenât fooled by his beautiful smile. He was the strictest of them all. He was perfectionist down to the core and he was the last to forgive any mistake. The last of the hyung line to enter was the Kim Seokjin, the most beautiful man you have ever seen. It was like the room literally lightened up when he stepped in, like the birds sang melodically the moment he opened his eyes. His tall form and his movement were precise as he confidently sauntered to his seat which just so happened to be beside yours. He placed his pink tumbler on the table, so eerily similar to yours sans the engraved of his name on his tumbler. The beautiful asshole didnât even spare you a glance. Your back unconsciously straightened when the lead CEO, Kim Namjoon, locked eyes with you for a moment when he entered the room. He was said to be one of the most intelligent man in the whole country. You didnât even doubt it one bit. He was capable, and his leadership was on another level. Should he decide to run for a political seat, you would undoubtedly vote for him. He had what it took, you thought. He was charismatic, calm and he knew when to listen.
The CEOs were dubbed by the employees to be divided by two: the Maknae and the Hyung line.
Finally, the maknae line entered. The three of them could always be found together. Park Jimin, the eldest of the line, who had one of the most beautiful smiles you ever saw. In fact, you once overheard your colleague that he interacted with her once and it left her thinking of what they really were. He was followed by Kim Taehyung and also labelled as his soulmate. He was expressionless as he entered, only cracking a smile when he turned to Jimin. You always thought that he could be a model or an actor if he wanted to. He definitely had the looks for it. Last to enter was the muscular Jeon Jungkook, also known as the golden maknae of the group. There were no contracts, mergers or acquisitions that he couldnât convince the other party of signing. Not only was he capable of everything, but he excelled in everything. Thus, his nickname. However, despite the way he held himself during the negotiations, you observed him to be shy and highly reserved. All of a sudden, he looked up from his seat as though he could feel your eyes on him, his doe eyes curious as he took you in. He held your eyes for a moment until he blinked owlishly and looked down at his hands in curiosity.
Kim Namjoon sat in the middle, the others sitting beside him as they regarded the room with a powerful look.
 âShall we begin?â Kim Seokjin asked, his eyes focused on the slides reflecting in the projector.Â
Several headaches, passive aggressiveness from Namjoon, Hoseok and Jimin, disappointed sighs from Jin and Yoongi, difficult revisions âsuggestedâ by Taehyung, and corrections of miniscule errors of calculations by Jungkook later, the meeting finally ended.
You were weary as you trudged out of the conference room the CEOs were still in. They dismissed the department, expecting revisions within the day after tomorrow before discussing among themselves. It was honestly not a lot of time and you could already feel the lack of sleep you and the department would further experience under their tyranny. You willed yourself not to fall asleep as you walked to your desk, your close friend who was equally tired as you sat down on her seat beside your desk.
âIâm so tired. Itâs like my soul and all the happiness I was able to experience in my young life were sucked out of me,â she lamented, her head resting on her desk. âIf only the pay isnât so greaaaat. â
You nodded at what she said, already likening the CEOs to dementors in Harry Potter. Interacting with them made you aged several years. Additionally, meetings with them made you reconsider whether you needed a roof over your head, whether you needed to eat at least twice a day, whether you needed to drink clean water-
Speaking ofâŚthis wasnât your tumbler.Â
The horrifying realization made you stood up abruptly. You lifted the pink tumbler to your widening eyes, and by that name there was no denying that this wasnât yours. Your sudden movement awoke your friend from her own misery, yet you didnât have the time to explain. Without any further thought, you ran back to the conference room, screaming and crying about how you were definitely going to get fired.
Of course, the elevator was under maintenance.
Of course, you had to run numerous flights of stairs.
Of course, it was just your luck that you ran into your manager just when you reached their floor.
And of course, the moment you opened the door, there they were, innocently drinking from a glass, the tumbler emptied as it sat in the middle of the table.
âDonât drink that!â
Taehyung was the first to turn to you, his dark expressionless eyes meeting yours with intense stubbornness. He kept his eyes on yours as gulped the contents wholeheartedly.
Oh heavens, no.
He put the glass down with a resounding thud which felt like a nail to your coffin. You turned to look at the other CEOs with shaky eyes and it was apparent that they definitely drank their fair share of whatever was in the tumbler. You, on the other hand, werenât sure if it was really safe for consumption. You were going to kill your friend for her prank!
Their eyes were focused on you. You couldnât even blame them. You shouted at them all while looking like a lunatic with your disheveled hair and huffing breaths like you did a marathon. Oh wait, yes you probably did by the amount of running you did today. They were probably thinking that you were mentally unfit for this job and oh my God you were going to lose your job.
âMay we help you, Ms. Y/N?â Hoseok asked you politely, his eyes never wavering from yours which wasâŚunusual. Despite him being the image of kindness and approachability, he never looked at his employees for longer than necessary. He was a man that possessed such discipline when it came to his time. This⌠was absolutely an unnecessary length of time for eye contact.
âT-thatâs my drink,â you finally said after tearing your eyes from Hoseokâs. You pointedly looked at the empty pink tumbler, not minding the intense look Namjoon was giving you.
âWe apologize, little one,â Namjoon broke the silence, his deep voice awakening you from your stupor. âYours looked like hyungâs.â
Little one???
 Jimin smirked before running his hand through his blonde locks. His eyes were on yours as he looked up at you. âYours undeniably taste better, though.â
Before you could even blink, Yoongi pointed at you with a rare smile on his lips. âYou looked thirsty. Would you like to go to my office and drink with me?â
Was thatâŚan invitation?!
You felt a hand tugged your sleeve. You turned, only to find beautiful doe eyes looking up at you from his seated form. âHi! What year were you born?â
â199x-,â you answered absentmindedly, you eyes roaming around the room when he tugged your sleeve again for your attention.
âYouâre older than me!â he gasped; his excitement palpable as he stood up. He towered over you, his grin pleasant and you thought at that moment that he looked a lot like a bunny, or a kangaroo with the way his chest muscles were bulging over his office clothes. âThen youâre my noona! I can call you ânoonaâ, right? Come on, take a seat here!â
He pulled the chair closer and tapped on it eagerly.
This was wrong, you thought. Was that thing really effective?! You dreaded to think that it was and you had a certain someone to torture once you get out of this room.
You were shaking your head before he could even pull you and you watched as his expression fell. Suddenly, he looked like a child that lost his toy with the way he was pouting. And nope, you couldnât deal with that today. You looked at the man who hadnât spoken one bit before smiling sheepishly at him. You placed his pink tumbler in front of him.
âI apologize. I must have switched yours with mine-â
His jaw tightened as he leaned in. Heavens, he was even more handsome this close. Kim Seokjin looked up at you with his ethereal eyes before resting his chin on his hand. âIâve been drinking yours since the meeting, my love. Itâs absolutely not your fault. Mine was coffee. This-â he lifted the empty tumbler, â-is, I presume, a juice.â
Confusion further painted on your face, âYou knew? Then why did you keep on drinking-â
He shrugged his broad shoulders, âItâsâŚaddicting.â
âO-okay, then Iâll just leave yours here-â
âTell me, my love. Do you like your job?â
Welp, here it was. You were so going to get fired. Oh my God, how were you going to feed your cat? He had such an expensive taste!
âI-â
âBecause thereâs an opening in my office. Would you like to be my secretary-â
âBut hyung, you already have one-â
âShut up, Taehyung,â he hissed at the now pouting man before turning to smile at you as though he didnât berate his co-CEO in front of you. Chaos ensued as the boys fought and bickered for who would be your direct boss as you inched closer to the door.
âIâm just gonna go,â you whispered and before you could even reach the door, Taehyung looked up at you with his sharp eyes.
âWhere are you going!â
âI-I have to finish the report this week, right?â
Namjoon stood up before declaring that he would finish it for you. And when you shook your head, âI am officially moving the deadline to next month! No need to stress, my little love!â
You blinked owlishly before doing what was best for you and your sanity- you ran away.
âSo, they drank it?â
âAre you even listening to me?!â you shrieked over the phone, walking back in forth in front of your cat that was now looking at you as though he wanted to be adopted by a sane person and not you. âI just told you. They all drank it. All seven of them!â
You could hear the laughter in her voice which was not helping your panic, âI thought you didnât believe love potions?â
âI-I didnât! You didnât see how they were acting! It was so peculiar!â
âWell, honey, how did they act?â
âKindly! And itâs so weird!â
She paused, her silence making your heart beat faster. âHoly shit. Itâs definitely effective. I need to go back there and buy another one for myself-â
âFocus! Is there an antidote or anything?â
âIâm not sure. Iâll have to ask my grandmother that lives there. Iâll let you know, but for the meantime, hold on very tight, okay?â
âWhat do you mean?!â
âUhm. She said itâs very potent? I thought she was kidding. Weâll observe them tomorrow, okay? Iâll fix this.â
You were only able to sleep for two hours last night for two reasons: your work that you accomplished at eleven in the evening, leaving you six ample hours to sleep, and second, them.
Your phone didnât stop ringing last night. You didnât know how they obtained your number, and you dreaded to think that they used their position to direct the Human Resources department to give your personal number (yup, they definitely did).
You were about to fall asleep when your phone wouldnât stop, and when you opened your eyes, you wished to all that was holy that you threw away the tumbler as soon as she handed it to you. Or that you didnât choose the sit next to Seokjin.
You wished to God that your phone wasnât blowing up now, but it certainly was.
Kookie: Hi, noona! Welcome to the Bangtan groupchat!
You squinted your eyes as the glaring screen illuminated with several messages from them.
Jwehope: Darling, are you a sprite? Because you've got the right amount of fizz to make my heart pop!
Jiminie: Thatâs so corny. I, for one, think that little one is a magician.
Jiminie: Because everytime I look at her, everyone just disappears.
V: Do you want to disappear, Jimin? Because I can arrange that.
Joonie: Ms. Y/N-shi, do you have a moment? I asked because I would like to discuss something.
At that, your trepidation grew. Among five, the lead CEO definitely held a serious tone. Did they find it as weird as you did that they were paying you attention? Did they trace it to that drink? Were you now in an even bigger mess than you initially thought?
You replied tensely: Yes, I am available, Kim Daepyonim.
WWH Jin: Why are you still awake? Beauty sleep is essential, my love!
Joonie: Great! Iâd like to discuss the exponential growth of my feelings for you.
What.
The.
Fuck.
Suga: Youâre all so hopeless. My Y/N would never fall for that.
Suga: On the other hand, would you like some Samsung stocks?
And that was why you never got to sleep peacefully last night. You sighed as you got on the bus. You opted to leave at an earlier hour because you wanted some time to think without the noise of the world and the buzzling movement of people commuting. You could feel a headache coming, but you prayed that it wouldnât come through.
You should have known your prayers were seldom heard.
A vacant seat on the backside of the bus greeted you, and you were only too elated to finally sit throughout your commute. Peace, finally, you thought. You had barely settled in, barely breathed a sigh of relief when the once empty chair beside you was filled in by none other than him
âFancy running to you here!â Taehyung noted in a deep voice as though this was not part of his plan, as though he didnât wake up at a godforsaken hour just to ârunâ to you.
You blinked, astonished by his presence. This was the last place you expected him to be. Hell, you didnât even sure he ever experienced riding a bus! What the fuck was he doing here? Where was now your peace?!
âYou-Youâre hereâŚâ you trailed off, your eyes widening in shock as your brows furrowed in disbelief. You had foolishly thought that maybe, once they slept it off, then it would slowly be flushed out of their system. Oh, how wrong could you be. âWhy?â
Taehyung smirked at you, his dark eyes taking you in. His dark hair was gelled up, his suit impeccable and without any crease in sight. He was somehow manspreading and you werenât stoic enough not to notice the way his thick thigh was touching the side of yours. âI wanted to see you.â
âYouâre soâŚhonest.â
He didnât even look embarrassed by his honesty. It didnât displace him; what did was the annoying pain in his heart as the hours passed by and you werenât in his arms nor his sight. He hated it. It felt wrong!
The other boys werenât fairing any better but oh well, to each of his own. He may or may have also drained their cars of gas so they couldnât leave. He thought that no one needed you as much as he did.
âI surmised that you wouldnât believe if I say I frequent this path just for the hell of it, correct?â
You nodded dumbfoundedly as speech eluded you. His candor was definitely out of this world, and he seemed to not care as he only stared right at you.
âNow,â he whispered before tucking your hair behind your ear. âNow I feel at peace. The annoying pain finally stops.â
What pain?!
Before you could even ask him to elaborate, his head leaned on your shoulder.
âDaepyonim Kim-â
âJust stay like this for a while. I didnât get to sleep, my love,â he answered in his hoarse voice, his eyes already closed as he dozed off. You didnât know why you let him. It absolutely was not due to the fact that you felt your heart skipped a beat when he laid his head on your shoulder. Nope.
You managed to run away from Taehyung once the two of you arrived at the company, simply by practicing your non-existent ninja moves and awkwardly slipping out of the elevator just as the doors closed, his face an image of betrayal and panic. You breathed a sigh of relief before running out of the building. You still had an hour before you were needed, you for sure wouldnât spend it inside that establishment or you would end up crying.
You were focused on your phone as you read real life stories of love potions. The sharing of stories kept on increasingly became more serious and scarier. You had yet to find a post about antidote. You werenât 100% set on it being real, but the way Taehyung acted today was not right.
For heavenâs sake, the man barely said any word to you for the whole year you worked in their company. He had only looked at you before, and now he was outright going to you. But maybe, the other CEOs werenât affected?
It was a hopeful thought, and you felt yourself smile a little- which of course vanished just as quickly when you looked up from your seat in the coffee shop to see Park Jimin sitting in front of you. You didnât even know how he moved so smoothly and quietly. He was smiling at you, his head tilted to the side. His blonde hair stood out as the sunlight hit his hair perfectly.
âGood morning, beautiful!â
âDaepyonim Park,â you gasped both at shock and well, his beauty. His smile turned wider before he tried to hide it as he sipped from his coffee cup.
âJust Jimin, little one. I presume Taehyung- the bastard who will soon be six feet underground for what he did, by the way- already went to see you?â
You nodded, âHe didâŚâ
He scrunched his nose before resting his chin on his hand as he leaned into you. His pouty lips were protruding even more as he looked over his long lashes to you. My God, this man was so charming and his movements seemed so sensual. You didnât know what it was about him, but you finally, finally understood your coworker who had a major crush on him for years based on one interaction.
âHeâs so bad, my love. Did he tell you that he drained all our carsâ gas tank at two in the morning?â he asked in a conversational manner as though it didnât faze him. His other hand reached to yours, slowly entangling them together and giggling a little at the slight size difference. He found them perfect and cute.
God, you were so endearing, he thought to himself.
âHe did what?!â
He nodded slightly, holding your hand up to inspect further before quietly taking a picture of your clasped hands. You were so out of it that you just let it be.
âWhat Taehyung failed to account for was the existence of taxis. He only managed to anger six men, so good luck to him today. But enough about him,â he stated before looking into your eyes. Being the sole focus of Jimin was just too much, you thought. He was bigger than life, and his inherent appeal was palpable that even girls around the coffee shop kept on stealing glances on him. âI miss you so much today that my heart and head hurt so much, yeobo. I thought that I was going to die if I donât see you.â
Your brows furrowed in concern before pulling your hand from him and you could have sworn you heard him whimpered. You laid the back of your hand on his forehead, trying to see whether he had fever today. He felt fine, you concluded, as you looked closer to see if he looked sick.
Maybe the âlove potionâ caused these symptoms? Taehyung did mention experiencing pain.
You managed to escape from Park Jimin when he insisted on buying you pastries, and you in turn ran to the exit like your life depended on it. And perhaps, it did because you were running late. You only had fifteen minutes and the coffee shop you went to was not fifteen-minute away from the office. You were running like a lunatic, waving at the taxi that finally took pity on you. You were about to open the door when a large and tattooed hand slammed it shut.
You looked up in anger, ready to berate the man who did such a rude gesture when you recognized who it was.
Right then and there, and despite it being barely eight in the morning, you already met the entirety of maknae line. Jeon Jungkook looked like a badass with his all-black getup, his hands wrapped in motorcycle gloves, and his hair carelessly falling around his face. Despite all that, he looked innocent with the way he grinned at you, his nose all scrunched up when he greeted you.
âIâll give you a ride, noona. Come on,â he stated as he gestured at the black motorcycle haphazardly parked on the side. You had never ridden one, and you didnât want to start now. On the other hand, the taxi was already driving away and you could only look at it with longing.
You decided that you could afford being late just this once instead of riding with him. You were shaking your head.
âBut youâre going to be late. Iâm going there, too, so itâs no bother if thatâs what youâre thinking-â
âNo itâs just⌠I like to walk during the morningsâŚreally.â
He frowned at you as he removed his gloves, âDidnât you read the memo about tardiness, Y/N?â
âWhat memo?â
He was typing rapidly on his phone, âAbout how there would be 50% deduction of the salary should there be any tardiness this monthâŚdidnât you know?â he asked innocently as he finished typing, his doe eyes trained on yours. Coincidentally, the moment he pocketed his phone was the moment your phone dinged.
âI donât think thatâs legal, though. I havenât received the memo-â
You looked down at your phone, and there it was, an email about that. How could it only reach you now?!
You looked up in panic, and he looked at you with a hint of satisfaction before covering it with an innocent smile. âShall we? I promise I donât bite.â Yet.
He drove like a lunatic and you thought that you would really rather be late than experience a thrill such as this. Of course, it was only natural that you didnât want to put your arms around him. You technically didnât know him at a personal level and Jungkook did know that.
So, of course, like the intelligent man that he was, he only did the thing that made sense. He sped up, and he chuckled as your adorable screams reached his ears. Your equally lovely arms were now wrapped around him as they should always be and for once since yesterday, the ache in his heart eased. He felt at peace.
He giggled when you finally realized that this was not the path to the office, but in his mind, his other hyungs already got to spend time with you. Shouldnât he too?
Jungkook helped you get off his bike, his eyes closely watching your expressions as you took the scenery around you. It was quiet despite the busy world below. The overlooking garden he brought you to was enchanting and it remained untouched by the quick-pacing world below. Jungkook couldnât help but mirror your smile.
âItâs even more beautiful at night, noona. I come here when things get quite overwhelming.â
You turned to him as the two of you sat down. He had laid his leather jacket for you to sat on, a true gentleman you would think if only you werenât aware that he drank the potion. âThe golden maknae gets overwhelmed, too?â
He scrunched his nose at you before softly pinching your nose, âOf course, I do. Iâm only human. I was trained when I was only thirteenâŚit gets too much sometimes. But itâs okay. I like it, and I like the hyungs, too. Thatâs why I cannot get mad at Tae.â
âHe didnât just empty the gas tank, but he also hid the keys. For added measure, he deflated my tire. He only did that to me. Should I be mad, little one?â he asked with the perpetual charming and shy smile on his face. âAhh, but I cannot stay mad at him. I do understand him.â
âYou do?â
He nodded eagerly, âI would have done the same thing if only he didnât do it first. You do make us crazy, little one. Why is that?â
It was an eventful morning, and you werenât foolish enough to think that the rest of your day would be any different. You friend was still yet to be found as she was preoccupied with researching for further information about that potion, which she should have done before giving it to you!
You sighed for the million time as you stared at your food. You were sitting alone in the companyâs cafeteria as you were eating your late lunch. The workload was just too much today despite Kim Namjoonâs departmentwide directive that the revision would be presented the following month. Your superiors did find it peculiar and thought that the head CEO was simply playing with them and that he would cruelly demand the output the next day. See, even his reputation preceded him, you thought. It wasnât in his nature to be lenient when it came to deadlines.
The sudden gentle thud of food a lunch box made you jumped from your seat, your eyes widening as you saw that it was none other than the eldest of the CEOs, Kim Seokjin. Disbelief held you captive. It was an unexpected sight â the CEO, whose tailored suits and polished demeanor spoke of boardroom authority, now standing before you with a container of something that smelled absolutely delicious.
He smiled at you as he took the empty seat in front of you. He busied himself with laying and opening the numerous food containers in front of you. Your eyes widened at all the homecooked meals in front of you.
âI got up at four in the morning to prepare all these. I still donât know what your favorites are, but weâll figure it out as we go, right?â he asked, busying himself with putting food on your plate. âAlways eat on time, little one. Itâs bad to skip meals.â
âW-why did you cook all these?â
He blinked owlishly at your question; surprise written on his face. âWell, my love, I couldnât sleep and I felt this stabbing pain by the mere thought that you werenât eating enough.â
âYou donât have to do that-â
âSo from now on, I decided that Iâll always cook for you,â he declared strongly before lifting his chopsticks with vegetables to your mouth. Suddenly, you felt eyes on you.
How could you forget that you were in the company?! Your head turned, looking at the employees who were all watching your interaction with the unobtainable CEO. They were whispering and you knew by the end of the hour, everyone in the company would know of this. How could you live once they had the antidote? You could already hear the rumors about how you were just for their entertainment once they tossed you aside.
You were about to stand up when Seokjin gently gripped your chin. He turned you to him, his beautiful eyes willing you to listen to him. âDonât mind them, little love. Pay attention to me only. Nothing and no one matter outside us, okay?â
It wasnât okay because none of this was real. On the other hand, the meal tasted heavenlyâŚ
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If they werenât going to get sick, you definitely would. You felt like you would collapse any moment.
The amount of stress was taking a toll on you. You felt like you needed to be on your guard, lest another CEO would ambush you. You were just human! And they all looked like they stepped out of a photoshoot, or that they were ethereal beings that decided to go down on the mortal realms. The way they were showering you with attention and declaring their attraction to you and the way they said that not being with you felt like a stabbing pain in their hearts were all getting to you, damn it!
You were just a girl.
And once this all ended, you were dreading to think of what would be left of you now that you saw them on a closer and more personal level. You wanted to think that this couldnât get any worse, but it did as you read the most elusive of the CEOsâ email to you.
Hi, my little one,
I hope this email finds you well. I am writing to request your presence at a meeting in my office to discuss my growing feelings for you today at 2:00 pm. Your insights and expertise on this matter would be highly valuable to the discussion, and I believe your input will contribute significantly to our objectives of being together forever and ever.
Thank you in advance for your cooperation, and I look forward to our discussion.
Best regards,
CEO Min Yoongi
He had this faraway look on his face when you were led by his secretary in his office. His hands were in his pocket as he looked at the bustling city from his floor to ceiling window. His black long hair was sleeked back, revealing his stoic face. The dark suit he was wearing did nothing but compliment his form. You had never noticed how broad his shoulders were until now.
He looked like he was not paying attention, yet he turned around the moment that the door closed behind you. Min Yoongi looked at you for a moment too long that you started to shift uncomfortably. His attention was just too much, and you couldnât act like you were no longer affected by any of it.
And from the looks of it, the moment you blushed was the exact moment his face softened. He gestured for you to take the seat in front of his desk. He mirrored your movement, now sitting on his expensive swivel chair. He clasped his hands and rested them on the mahogany table.
âDaepyonim Min-â
He held his finger up, asking for your silence before spilling what you thought to be both outrageous and the most beautiful and heartfelt thing anyone had ever said to you in this life. âYouâre beautiful, and not just in the way that you look. No. Youâre beautiful in the way that the sun finally shines after a month of storms; youâre beautiful in the way that the waves keep on going back to the shore even after they were pushed away in the desire to kiss the sand; youâre beautiful in the way that flowers bloom after the unforgiving winter coldness. And that is why Iâm giving you Samsung stocks.â
Confusion settled over you like a fog. You had almost melted from what felt like a poetry when he once again brought up his stocks idea from last night.
âI-I really donât need Samsung stocks, Daepyonim MinâŚâ
He looked aghast at your statement, before reaching over the table and holding your hand in his particularly large ones. âCall me Yoongi, my love. Or better yet, call me your other half,â he implored you and he only let go when you nodded in confusion.
âAlso, nonsense! Everyone needs that stock, little one. Besides, nothing speaks more about my love for you than giving you all my Samsung stocks. And above and beyond, it filled me with this immense pain knowing that youâre just out there not owning any of their stocks. I couldnât breathe with the mere thought of you going without.â
âExcuse me?â
And with a stoic face, he said, âCongratulations, little one. Youâre now a millionaire."
At six in the evening, the head CEO finally made an appearance. You did find it peculiar that you had a fairly quiet afternoon after meeting with Yoongi. Your brows were pinched together as you were lost in thought when the elevator opened, revealing the head CEO. He had yet to notice you, his large and imposing form leaning against the side of the elevator. His eyes were close. You noticed that his white sleeves were already folded, his tie already loosened as his black suit laid on his thick forearms.
Kim Namjoon was the image of weariness, and you thought he looked quite pale. Your growing concern for him was what made you stepped inside the lift rather than running away yet again. The sound of your heels as you stepped in was the only sound in the elevator. You pressed for the ground floor and you saw that the floor for basement three was already pressed. Perhaps, the head CEO was going home now. Now that you were standing almost next to him, you only further affirmed how small you were next to him. He was already larger than life, and the way he always held himself exuded confidence made him more strikingâŚand manly in your eyes.
The ride was fairly quiet, and through it all, he had his eyes closed. You kept on stealing glances, thinking that maybe among the other CEOs, he took in the least amount of potion. You felt lighter with that thought. At least you only had five men you needed to find the antidote for. Come to think of it, you hadnât seen the sunshine of the group, Jung Hoseok yet.
The elevator dinged, signifying your floor. You had taken merely a step when you felt a large hand completely encircling your wrist, effectively stopping you from leaving. You automatically turned, startled to find him with his eyes trained on you. He looked way too alert for someone who had his eyes closed for the past minute. You gasped when he pulled you closer to him as he pressed the close button.
âDaepyonim Kim,â you called him as you craned your neck to look at his draconic eyes.
âLeaving so soon?" he asked, his deep voice carrying a subtle mix of amusement and curiosity.
You hesitated, the words tumbling out of your mouth as he caught you off guard. âI... uh, yes. I was heading to the lobby. Iâm about to leave for the night," you stammered, attempting to regain composure.
A playful smile curved his lips as he completely blocked the exit. leaned against the elevator frame, effectively blocking your exit, which sounded successful as the door closed. âI missed you,â he breathed as he took you in, his thumb gently running over the inside of your wrist as though touching you brought him immense comfort. âA lot. It was hell without seeing you the whole day.â
You blinked owlishly and you wanted nothing but to hide your face from the intensity of his gaze, but he wouldnât let you. Instead, he smiled so gently at you, the dents on his cheeks making an appearance which made him more charismatic that you couldnât say no when he told you that he would take you home.
But he didnât exactly say which home because you ended up in what turned out to be the CEOsâ huge ass mansion. Your eyes roamed around the mansion, the high ceilings and the fancy marble flooring all screamed wealth that you didnât even dare of dreaming to have. He confidently led you to what appeared to be a grand dining room. The room bathed in the soft, flickering glow of candlelight, casting a warm and intimate ambiance. The delicate flames danced gracefully, creating patterns of light and shadow that played across the table. The air carried the subtle fragrance of the candles, a mix of vanilla and subtle hints of lavender.
The dining table was adorned with crisp, white linen, and the flickering candles were nestled in elegant holders, their glow reflecting off polished silverware and crystal glasses. Each flame seemed to dance in harmony with the gentle melody playing in the background, creating a soothing symphony that enveloped the space.
He pulled a chair for you, and instead of sitting across from you, he sat beside you. He chuckled lowly when he caught your questioning eyes, âI have been apart from you for so long today, little one. I need this to feel alive.â
You straightened up in vigilance that the other CEOs would show up. âAre the others here, too?â
He looked at you like you said something funny. The chef he hired today gently laid all the dishes he made, explaining about each dish before wishing the two of you an enjoyable night. Namjoon told you that he wouldnât feed you any of the food he made unless he enrolled himself in a culinary school first, hence the chef. He waited for the chef to leave before turning his full attention to you.
âI shipped them off to Antartica.â
âYou what?!â
âI simply said we were flying to Japan for a quick meeting. They believed. I lied. End of. So anyway, how many children do you think we should have?â
My God, you wanted so bad to lay on your bed and sleep the whole night. You though about filing for sick leave tomorrow, you were long overdue for a leave, anyway. Kim Namjoon was kind enough to drop you off. However, it was only after you promised him that you would talk about possible schools for your future children that he let you go.
On the other hand, your friend finally called and you were sorely disappointed to know more about what she gathered today. Her grandmother had to ask the other folks that lived in the mountain about your situation and it somehow appalled you that you werenât the first to experience this.
It was, at the same time, sad to see people resort to this from loneliness.
Was an artificial, forced love and companionship better than being alone?
There were both an instant and quite a long-term effect of the potion, she said. The instant was mostly upon ingesting the liquid. Once they locked eyes with the owner of the potion which so happened to be you since she technically gifted it to you, then the immense attraction would start. You thought that this explained why the seven of them all acted that way in the conference room.
The long-term effects were what caused you to groan all the way up to your apartment. And right then and there, you saw what the long-term effects were. As you trudged up to your apartment, you felt the exhaustion to your very bones. You were looking forward to a hot shower in an effort to wash away the problems that stemmed from a simple prank when you saw who was leaning against your front door.
The last of the CEO, Jung Hoseok, was leaning against the door, his head bowed down as he clutched his heart. He looked like he was in unfathomable pain, his lips almost the shade of white. And your friendâs words echoed in your mind.
âProlonged non-contact with the object of their desires will cause them to be physically ill.â
You hurried up to him, holding his shoulders as you looked at him. You were crouched down in front of him, peeking up at his pained face.
âS-sir, are you okay?â
His chest tightened, his face contorted, a mask of agony etched with lines of distress. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, evidence of the intense effort to draw in even the smallest amount of air. The hallway fell silent, save for the raspy, labored breaths that escaped him.
âThey may try to fight the unexplainable feelings they have, and this will only cause them harm. In fact, if they go without you for a long period of time, their body will suffer for a long time.â
âHoseok? Can you hear me? Iâll call for help, okay?â you tried to make yourself sound calm for his sake, but seeing him struggling, desperate to gasp for air was making you panic. Your negligence did this, you thought. You should have made sure that you were holding the right tumbler that day.
You were about to turn to call for help when you felt a hand pulled you closer, and before you knew it, he had his arms around you. He was still breathing hard, but you noticed that the shallow breathings were farther and apart as though he could finally breath. The moment you touched him, the moment you looked into his eyes was the exact moment that a wave of relief swept over him as the oppressive grip on his chest began to loosen. The moment that you called his name was the moment that the torment that had shackled his every breath gradually lifted, replaced by the sweet release of a deep, calming respiration.
âDonât leave me.â
âHowever, every interaction with you would only make their attraction grow further.â
You placed a glass of water in front of the man who now looked perfectly fine as though he wasnât fighting for his very life outside your apartment. He was offering you reassuring smiles as he gently watched you. He was surrounded by sacks of expensive cat food, toys, and vitamins. And of course, your cat was only too happy with them, evident by the excessive purring he was emitting as he climbed on the CEOâs lap.
âI did hear that you have an adorable son int the form of a cat,â he started as he petted your spoiled cat. âAs his future daddy, I would like to provide for him as early as now.â
You didnât pay attention to whatever he was saying, and instead, you sat next to him to see if he was really fine. The paleness was now exchanged by a healthy look on skin. It was as though that didnât happen.
âHoseok, listenâŚthe reason that you are all acting this way to me, the girl you didnât even notice before this, was because-â
âBecause of that drink, right?â he interrupted you, wearing a soft smile that conveyed he harbored no anger.
âY-you knowâŚâ
He nodded before tilting his head, âI do. Itâs weird, as you said. The thing is, all of us suspects the same thing. You, little one, only confirmed it.â
âI didnât mean for any of these to happen-â
The soft look he had was now dropped, revealing the strict CEO that everyone knew him to be. âRegardless, little one. You need to take responsibility over your actions.â
âH-how?â
âYouâre going to live with us until all of this fades. Youâre going to take responsibility over us, my love.â
Part 2 sneakpeak, Part 2, Part 3 sneakpeak, Part 3
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Kiss Cam.
pairing: bsf!jake x downbad!reader
genres: fluff, suggestive?, idiots to lovers(sorta)
wc: 5.7k
warning: well there's a kiss cam involved so they kiss đ¤, use of cuss words, also idk anything about American football so I'm sorry if there's anything wrong about it lolol
a/n: this has been collecting dust in our drafts for wayyy too long lol soooo if you like it please reblog and consider following!
written by both @raven-naaaaa and @theaspen
You know that feeling when you look at your best friend and your heart skips a beat, and their smile makes you smile and the entire world seems to fade into the background and it feels like it's just you and him in the room?
Yeah, apparently not everyone felt that way about their best friend. But..you did.
Jake Sim made you so goddamn happy.
Whenever his eyes searched for yours in every crowded room, and the instant smile that accompanied his starry eyes when he recognized your face, your heart did a little tap dance.Either you were projecting your thoughts onto him or just maybe, he liked you too.
But here's the thing, you don't think âlikeâ would do justice to the feelings you harboured for the boy, and using the big L word made your insides cringe.
You've never been in love before. Crushes? Sure, you've had those. But these huge feelings? Those selfish instincts that came over whenever his smile was shared with everyone else as well? Was that normal? You didn't want to know.
"Hi __," his voice is warm and familiar. His arms wrap around your waist as he pulls you into one of those hugs you've come to love.
"Hi Jake,â You greet him back. Internally scoffing at yourself. Because practically anyone could hear the giddy smile that accompanied your voice.
Jake pulls you even closer, if that was even possible. Smiling into your shoulder as well. It's been a few seconds, but his hands still linger on your waist and when he pulls back you can still feel his touch.
Jake's touch is gone, but your heart still feels that stupid annoying rush. You ignore it completely, because honestly? The intensity of your feelings scare you, and the way Jake throws you the yearning glances scare you even more. In fear that you're probably just being delusional all by yourself.
"You look good," he tells you as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
You don't try to fight his touch. If anything you lean into it.
Jake seems to have noticed that- his thumb traces some invisible shape on your cheek, eyes so full of adoration.
"Thank you," you reply bashfully. Somehow you could never be nonchalant and cool to him like you are with others. And it pisses you off.
"Come on, let's get to our seats," he says, holding your hand and dragging you through the semi crowd and toward the seating area.
Coming to a football game would definitely not be your first choice, but here you were, with Jake because Heeseung âdropped outâ at the last minute and he needed some company.
Okay, here's the deal. You didn't know much about football, but you just came along because well, you're a fool in love.
You didn't mind it honestly, because if watching some dude run around the field with a ball made Jake happy, you'd sit through it for however many times he wanted.
So there you were sitting mindlessly nipping at your sandwich.
â___, the first quarter is done,â Jake grins as he sits down beside you.
âHow many more of these do I have to sit through Sim,â you fake whine as Jake laughs beside you.
âYou do realise you didn't have to come along with me right?â He chuckles, throwing an arm across your shoulder.
âAnd leave you here all by yourself to look like a loser with no friends?â You scoff, giving him a smug look, âI'm practically saving your reputation here Sim. A thanks and a lifetime supply of chocolate muffins would do.â
Jake simply rolls his eyes at your faux uppity look.
You shift in your chair as you look around the field, âWhat do people even do in these breaks?â you ask.
Jake points towards the huge screen that was displaying the results a minute ago.
âSee that,â you hum mindlessly, âthat is a kiss cam. So during the breaks, people usually just look at other people snogging each other.â You snort at his words and look at the screen. As if on cue, the camera points towards a young couple. The couple share a flustered look before pecking each other and the entire stadium erupts into cheers, and you couldn't help the smile on your face.
âThat's so cuteâŚbut also lowkey weird, what if it points towards siblings? Or like friends? Wouldn't that put them in an awkward position?â Your question is genuine, but Jake only hangs on to one thing you said.
âFriends?â, he parrots, as his cheeks flush pink, âlike us..?â His voice is low, but you catch onto it. Your face heats up at the thought of kissing him. You lock eyes with the boy. There was something so magnetic about his eyes.
You let out an awkward chuckle, âI mean, we don't have to worry about that, no?â You force out a laugh, fiddling with your fingers. âIt's not like the camera is gonna point at us.â
â___,â Jake whispers, âyou might want to look at the screen.â
Well, fuck.
The camera was pointing towards a very familiar young couple, well at least they looked like a couple on screen. You swore to God your heart was going to jump out of your rib cage. You turn away from Jake, avoiding the camera and Jake laughs awkwardly, crossing his arms to sign ânoâ, which had the audience booing at the two of you.
Thankfully, the camera quickly pans towards another couple, who seem more than happy to kiss each other.
Jake breathes a sigh of relief which you don't miss. Your chest heaves a tiny tiny little bit in disappointment.
Luck definitely wasn't on your side today because soon after, the camera panned towards you and Jake. Again.
Jake laughs as he signs ânoâ, earning more boos from the crowd. You looked up at the screen and noticed that the camera was still on the two of you.
You don't really know what got into you, maybe it was the consistent booing by the crowd that finally tipped you over, because one second you were looking at Jake on the screen and the other your hands were on his face as he looked up at you with wide eyes.
âSim, I'm going to kiss you,â you rush as you pull him towards you, âIf you don't want this tell me now.â He doesn't really remember much of what he said. All Jake remembers is the feeling of his lips on yours.
He could have sworn he heard fireworks when you pulled him closer and crashed your lips against his. Your lips were soft against his and there was a sense of longing in them. God, you drove him mad.
He lets out a groan as his hands find company at your waist, pressing and feeling your skin. He couldn't believe this was happening.
You couldn't believe it either. The moment his lips were on yours, it felt like it was just the two of you in the stadium, but unfortunately, the loud cheers of the audience brought you back to your senses as you heaved against his chest, him burying his head into your neck.
âFuck, you have no idea how long I've waited for that,â he whispers against the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your back. âYeah?â You look up at him with a flustered smile.
âYeah.â He says, gulping. The rosy flush on his cheeks still present. The camera isn't pointing at you two anymore and the game has already resumed again. But the two of you can't help but continue to act like giddy idiots.
You're definitely gonna have to thank Heeseung for dipping out on Jake today.
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Can you write something for Sephiroth(pre-nibelheim) or Astarion? Your work is absolutely fantastic btw Iâm in love with it â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
Not So Subtle
pairing : sephiroth x female!reader
summary : you have a teenage girl level crush on him, that you and zack talk (very loudly) about when you think no one can hear. but he does.
a/n : this takes place pre-nibelheim so everyone is happy and well! in honour of ff7 rebirth :)
âClose your mouth or youâll catch flies.â You snap your jaw shut, eyes moving to glare at the young, dark haired boy who has decided to break your daydream.Â
âIt wasnât even open.â He plops down beside you, shoulder touching yours.Â
âMhm.. and you werenât drooling over our superior.âÂ
âYour superior,â you correct, eyebrow lifted with pointed sarcasm. If you could stick your tongue out at him, without it seeming childish to everyone around you, you would.
âLast time I checked, you werenât a first class soldier either,â He points out, amused. Your elbow makes contact with his arm, and his hand reaches to cover the area as he laughs.
Zack was younger than you, though he certainly never acted like there was an age gap. In his mind, you were the same age as him in some way or another. You had always trained together so you felt much closer in age even though you were at least 3 years older than him. At times, he felt like a younger brother to you.
Even more so when he found out you had a crush on the man he spent everyday training beside. Constant teasing, constant threats to spill your secrets, constant blackmail. You couldnât even count the amount of times he had used your crush to his advantage on one hand.Â
There was a time you had to put your foot down and tell him no more, cause it was wrong of course. But also mostly cause you were running out of money to buy his silence.
âYeah but I'm older, closer to his age. So I don't have to talk to him like I'm below him, unlike some people.âÂ
âCan you even talk to him?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
âThen why are you sitting here staring..?âÂ
âHeâs training..âÂ
âMhm.â The look on his face tells you heâs not convinced. Right now, it was the truth, Sephiroth was swinging his sword in the domed combat simulator, glass walls clear enough for you to see through. So the excuse of not being able to talk to him, out of fear of being sliced in half by his giant sword, was plausible.Â
But any other time that you had sat staring at him, making no effort to speak to him, rendered that excuse inapplicable.Â
âShut it..â You push his shoulder with your elbow once more, and he snorts out a laugh.Â
âI donât get why you canât just talk to him..âÂ
âOf course you donât.. because you're obviously blind. Or youâve been hit in the head one too many times in combat training.â You turn your gaze away from Zack to look back through the glass enclosing Sephiroth.Â
His hair is tied up, hanging loosely against his back. Itâs a rare sight, so you indulge yourself and stare a second longer than you should. Itâs so relaxed, you think, compared to the seriousness of always having it pristinely down. There are stray hairs, flyaways, falling from the hair tie and hanging against his face. Itâs unkempt, a nice contrast to his seemingly perfect lifestyle.
He swings his sword with calculated grace, a grace that you (or Zack for that matter) had yet to achieve. The control he held over his blade was impeccable, it never slipped or moved from his hold even when his hands were moving faster than his body could keep up with. Just another thing that had to be perfect in his life.
âHow could I ever speak to him and not make a fool out of myself? For one, heâs first class, I'd totally ruin my chances of making first class if I said something totally outrageous. And knowing me, my mind would be so jumbled, I wouldn't even realize the words had left my mouth before he put me on some kind of âdo not promoteâ list.âÂ
âOh so.. the only reason you wonât talk to him is because you're worried about making first class? Not.. I donât know, maybe, the 12-year-old-girl-level crush you have on him.â Your hand slaps over his lips, eyes scanning around you. For the most part, no one looks at the two of you, and you figure the ones that are looking are doing so because of your hand covering Zacks blabbermouth.Â
âWould you shut it?â Even with your hand covering his mouth, he manages to laugh at your widened eyes. The crinkles at the corners of his eyes are a dead giveaway of his amusement. You remove your hand with a pointed look, one that says âkeep it downâ in a far more subtle way than a hand over his face.Â
âYouâre so lucky youâre younger than me.âÂ
âMore like so lucky you donât want to make your boyfriend angry. Besides, you know Iâm stronger than you.âÂ
âMhm..â You roll your eyes, and with a sigh, you turn back to face Sephiroth. He stands still now and you realize all of the practice dummies have been broken. From your position, he doesn't even seem to have broken a sweat, even though heâs been in there for over an hour. His sword lies on the ground, thrown without care.Â
Even with Zack beside you, and the silent teasing that exudes from his body, your eyes remain trained on Sephiroth. You realize itâs childish, to stare and never approach, but the idea of even standing next to him is enough to intimidate you.Â
He runs his hand over his back, pulling the hair tie from his hair, allowing it to fall against his shoulders once more. He turns, presumably to leave the combat simulated, and his eyes meet yours through the glass. You knew your staring wasnât subtle, it had never been before, but you had never expected to get caught. You had never been caught.Â
You turn your head away so fast that Zack almost flinches, probably thinking you were going to hit him again.Â
âJesus,â he looks at you with confusion, âWhatâs the problem?âÂ
âHe saw me.âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âHe saw me! Through the glass! He totally caught me staring at him..â You stare at Zack with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, before you head falls into your lap in shame.
âWould you relax? I guarantee he doesnât care or he didnât even see you. Maybe he was just looking at his reflection.â
You look back towards Sephiroth to see him leaving through the doors of the dome, and then you turn back to Zack with a pitiful whine.Â
âThis is so patheticâŚâÂ
âI agree,â he smiles when you shoot him a glare, âJust talk to him.âÂ
âTalk to who?â A deep voice sounds from beside you, higher up than where you sit. You feel the hairs on the back of your neck stick up, and Zack's expression is enough to confirm your suspicion about who stands next to you.Â
You turn your head to face Sephiroth, and he stares at you expectantly. You think you catch the slightest smirk building on the corner of his lips, but you also think you might just be trying to make yourself feel better. Standing, nowhere close to his height, you hold your hands up. Zack takes this as his sign to stand too.Â
âNobody! Angeal!â You fumble out words, trying to throw out a name before he grows suspicious.Â
âWell which is it, nobody? or Angeal?âÂ
âAngeal. Yeah! Angeal, so.. um.. I should probably go find him.âÂ
âIt just so happens that I have to find Angeal too, allow me to join you.âÂ
You want to throw the nearest chair at Zack, curse him for speaking so loudly. And you curse yourself for not thinking of an excuse in a reasonable time frame, so you just nod, and excuse yourself from Zack.Â
He gives you a pitiful smile, and when you turn to look behind you for support one last time as you walk away he gives you a thumbs up. His face contradicts his hands, and he seems like heâs in a far less teasing mood.Â
âWhatever you have to say to him, it must be important.âÂ
âHm?â You tilt your head up and to the side to look at Sephiroth, youâve been walking together for a few minutes now, mostly silently.Â
âYou're walking fast.â You shrug your shoulders and continue walking.Â
At least until your steps are interrupted by him stepping in front of you.Â
âIs there a problem?â
âWhat? Of course not!â He practically glares down at you, arms crossed over his muscular chest. You can see the outline of his defined chest muscles through the straps of his top. And you realize you're practically drooling over him, right in front of him so you force your eyes to meet his once more. But his glare is replaced by a smirk, and amusement in his eyes.Â
âI see now..âÂ
âSee what?âÂ
âReally? Do you think youâre subtle?â Your face flushes and once again you want the floor to open up and consume you whole, but you're stuck here.Â
âI donât know what you're talking about.â Step back, you scream at yourself, but he moves closer and itâs impossible to move your feet. They feel like lead underneath you, not even giving way to a small shuffle backwards.
âNo?â His hand reaches up to rest on your cheek, it's gentle, far gentler than you wouldâve expected. But the way his fingers tense against your skin has you feeling fuzzy, âYou think I donât notice the way you stare? Hm?âÂ
He stares at you, thumb moving to the other side of your chin, holding your face in his hand. He maneuvers your face, moving it however he likes. You realize heâs examining the flush in your cheeks, the way your lips part like you want to say something. His tongue gives a humiliating click when your lips close, and the words are lost.Â
âI hear you, when you talk to Zack,â he stops his movement, stilling your face to look directly at him, âYouâve never been a quiet girl. Why are you so quiet now?âÂ
When you donât respond his eyebrows scrunch, its subtle and almost missable because itâs gone in seconds. Heâs not satisfied by your silence.
Sephiroth bends his shoulders, moving closer to your face, âAlthough, I suppose youâve never been very talkative around me.â He moves closer still, swerving his nose to the side of your face until heâs able to speak in your ear, âThatâs not very nice. You might hurt my feelings if you keep ignoring me.âÂ
âIâm sorry,â you mumble out meekly, you're honestly not even sure itâs audible at first but he laughs quietly, breath fanning on your ear. His other hand, the one that doesnât hold your face, reaches up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear before he pulls away. The breath that leaves your body is almost embarrassing.Â
âWhatâre you sorry for, hm?â He stares expectantly down at you, eyes never leaving yours.Â
âFâŚfor ignoring you.â
âSo you ignore me?âÂ
âNo!â
âSo youâre lying?â You shake your head as much as you can within the hold of his fingers, âThen what are you sorry for?âÂ
âFor not talking to you.âÂ
âAnd why donât you talk to me, I'm sure you know itâs rude to stare and never speak to someone.â
âBecause..â His grip loosens, hand moving back to your cheek, thumb resting on your cheek bone.Â
âBecause why? Cmon use your voice, the one you use to talk about me with Zack.âÂ
You stare up at him pitifully, and the way words fumble from your mouth has you wanting to throw up, âBecause I have this stupid crush on you, and I can't talk to you without getting nervous. I know itâs stupid and I should have told you sooner so you could reject me and I could move on and I never meant to offend you or-â
You hadnât realized he had gotten so close until his nose touches yours, top lip brushing against yours as he tips your chin up towards him. Your words fall flat on your tongue when you meet his eyes, or rather when you see his eyes that are focused on your lips.Â
âOffend me.. thatâs sweet..â Heâs so close to you, that every word has his lips brushing against your own again and again.Â
âSephiroth..?â You suppress the urge to move the tiniest bit forward so your lips can fully meet his. And you're sure your face is impossibly red.Â
âYou shouldâve told me about this âstupidâ crush sooner, such a foolish girl. May I?â You're confused, what is he asking for? His eyes flicker up to yours before moving back to your lips. When you realize what he means you nod your head perhaps too eagerly.Â
Slowly, to tease, his lips press against yours, palm pressing into the skin of yours to keep you in place. Eyes fluttering closed, your hands find his chest, silently screaming about the position youâve found yourself in.
His lips overpower yours in every regard, moving languidly against you. His other hand reaches up to the free side of your face, fingers tickling the skin on your neck and thumb resting on your jaw.Â
When he pulls away you can only look at him with half lidded eyes, dazed.Â
Al he does is chuckle, rubbing your cheek with his thumb and patting your head. One hand holds the back of your head, leaning down to kiss your temple, before stepping behind you, âDonât be so shy from now on. Maybe weâll end up here again.â
His steps echo through the empty hall as he walks away.
âWait⌠wait.. I thought you had to go see Angeal?â You turn, taking one step in his direction, then stopping yourself in your tracks hesitantly.Â
âI didnât. And I know you didnât either.â He only turns his cheek towards you to speak and then continues on down the hallway, tall and brooding.
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hiii đ I REALLY LOVE UR GOJO X YN SO MUCHHH đđ I was also wondering like maybe what if y/n has a wound, like any where 𼲠it could be either on her back, arms, legs but she doesn't wanna tell gojo abt it and she hides it, then he will find out about it either she winces when gojo hugs her, starts wearing long sleeved clothes or her shirt lifts up while sleeping 𤧠TYSMMâ¤â¤
strain â gojo satoru x f!reader
a/n: I am honored that you like my works, love! hope you enjoy this as well đŤśđ𫶠also happy birthday to the man, the myth, the legend: gojo satoru!! (itâs still his birthday in my country so hush I am not late)
you are more than a capable sorcerer. in fact, you are one of the strongest in the field.
however, like anyone else, there are some moments where things get a little out of hand, and you come back bearing a rather long slash on your left arm.
but since itâs pretty late, you decided you will bother shoko about it in the morning. that is how youâre finally in your home, with satoru nowhere to be found.
you frown lightly at the fact that he is still out there fighting curses, but a part of you feels relieved that you donât have to explain your situation right now.
the night should pass by smoothly, and you will go to shoko tomorrow: a fool-proof plan!
so you do what you can to sanitize the wound, and cover it until you can get it treated properly. you also take the chance to indulge in your favorite snack as a good job treat.
after finishing your food and tidying up for the day, youâre finally in bed, all-cozied up and avoiding anything touching your wound as much as possible.
a deep breathe in, a deep breathe out, and you slowly drift to sleep.
not much time passes before satoruâs familiar footsteps echo throughout the house.
your husband has an abundance of energy.
but it seemed like todayâs missions have drained him a bit more than normal, so he skips eating anything and heads straight to your shared bedroom.
his heart softens, and his muscles relax upon the sight of you tucked in bed. he walks to press a small kiss on your forehead, quickly changing into his pajamas and settling right by your side.
he stretches a bit and turns to spoon you as per usual, eyes closing in contentment.
but you wince, even if adeptly, and it sends alarms ringing through his head.
he jerks up, and his hand is instantly placed on your arm again, softly. there is an ever so faint change in your expression as your eyebrows furrow, and he has never pulled his hand away so fast.
he keeps debating in his head whether to wake you up or not, but he swiftly settles for the former.
he needs to know what happened. so he, regrettably, nudges your sleepy form, ây/n?â
you groan, but, nonetheless, you reply, ââŚwhat?â
while satoru often likes to base theatrics around his every move and phrase, but he also knows when to get straight to the point, âdid you get hurt on todayâs mission?â
youâre no longer half-asleep, and you quickly sit up, eyeing your husband. knowing there is no escape nor denial, you fidget with your fingers and nod slowly.
then you hurriedly utter, âbut I was going to see shoko first thing in the morning; I promise!â
he nods slowly, holding your hands in his own. youâre left to look him in the eyes. satoruâs eyes being exposed makes him feel so vulnerable, or at least thatâs how he is with you.
you can see every wrinkle, and every crease; you can see what he is thinking about in real time. he has long given up hiding anything from you, and, besides, it feels fresh to just let go.
but right now, as you look into his eyes, you see them swarming with confliction, pain, and worry.
he doesnât scold you about not going right now because he knows that you will tell him that you either thought it wasnât a big deal or that you didnât want to bother shoko with it.
instead, he settles on a hushed whisper of âcan I see it?â
you throw him a confused look, âwhy? I am getting it treated tomorrow anyway,â then you smile, âitâs not going to permanent if thatâs what youâre worried about.â
he shakes his head, âitâs not that; I justââ he takes a deep breath then looks at you pleadingly, âjust let me see it.â
perhaps itâs to silence his thoughts and to show him that youâre truly okay, as okay as you can be.
youâre still alive, and thatâs what matters, he thinks. nevertheless, he feels the need to see just how serious is the wound anyway.
reluctantly, you slowly take off your jacket to reveal the poorly bandaged gash on your arm.
he looks up at you, asking for permission because even if he needs to see it for his own selfish reasons, he has to put you above anything and everything else.
you nod, giving the free reign to slowly take off the bandages. you can barely hold back any pained noises, but you canât help the wincing of your body.
satoruâs frown deepens, and with every move, your husbandâs heart aches. it goes like that until the wound is finally unveiled.
you feel satoru observing the cut so intently that you look away. satoru curses everything that he can think of, and never has we wanted the ability to heal others more than right now.
he straightens his back, âthatâs a deep cut, yâknow.â
âI knowâŚâ
âyou also realize that the wound couldâve hit your chest and inevitably heart, right?â
you huff, âlisten, if youâre going to give me a lecture or keep making me feel bad about it then I will have you knowââ
âyou couldâve died.â
you notice the strain in his voice, so you turn to finally look eyes with him. he looks pained, so hurt, maybe even terrified at the fact that there was a chance that he couldâve lost you.
your expression immediately becomes that of sympathy, âbut I didnât, and dwelling on the fact that I mightâve died will only bother you for no reason,â you hold his hand, âI am here and alive, arenât I?â
your husband sighs, resting his head on your right shoulder, âyouâre hurting my poor little heart whenever you put yourself in danger like that.â
a giggle escapes your lips, and your hands naturally find their way in his hair, fingers gently carding through, âwhatever shall we do.â
âif things went my way then you would just stay home looking all pretty like you always do,â he states, and you roll your eyes.
âwell, theyâre going my way tonight, soââ the clock strikes twelve, âhappy birthday, silly boy.â
his eyes widen and he pulls away to look you in the face. he blinks dumbly then looks at whatâs in your hands: a cupcake with a candle.
a wide grin of unbridled joy appears on your husbandâs face. his eyes shimmer in the moonlight as he laughs, âI really didnât expect it this time!â
âyou outdid yourself, pretty girl,â he hums, hand caressing your cheek.
âI still have a lot more things for you,â you beam with pride. satoru canât contain himself anymore, and he pulls you into a loving embrace.
âI love you so much,â he murmurs beside your ear, pressing a light kiss to the side of your neck.
you pat his back, âI love you too, âtoru,â you laugh, âbut youâre pressing on my wound, and I think I am just going to cry and not because of overwhelming love.â
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Cute, Outraged Genius | S.R.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader
Content warning: fluff, Spencer being a bit of a technophobe
Word Count: 1.5K
Summary: Spencer comes home only to find you using a kindleâŚinstant outrage
A/N: This is just a cute little story about Spencer being our little technophobe genius. I actually donât own a kindle, so donât know how those work or anything, but physical books are in fact superior, so.
The quote at the end is from âBook Loversâ by Emily Henry
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You loved his apartment, sometimes more than you loved yours. Being in his space, surrounded by his things - his books, his clothes, the silly art he indulged in. Being drowned by his scent, meters upon meters of space heâd touched, it soothed you like nothing else could.
The peace you felt whenever you were in his space was unparalleled.
You loved his bedroom, the plushness of his bed, his closed, where you found yourself stealing his shirts and cardigans, never giving them back.Â
Your favorite place in apartment 23 was his couch, where he found you often enough, when he returned from a case, curled up with a book. You loved the blanket thrown on the back and the windows that allowed for the whole apartment to light up with the sunlight.Â
And then there were his bookshelves, in clear view from said couch. Filled with his favorite books, special editions he held close to his heart, or some that brought him knowledge. The shelves, that now also held some of your favorite books too.
Reading, books, was the thing that had brought you together in the first place, so when heâd made space for your clothes in his closet and your toiletries in the bathroom, heâd also made space for your books to sit beside his own.Â
Heâd insisted it made the place feel less like it was his own, and more like it was shared, even though you werenât living together. It warmed your heart to know, that he saw his apartment as a home for both of you.
Seeing your books among his own, made you fall even more in love with him because he knew what they meant to you. So much so, he tumbed through a few, leaving sticky notes with his little thoughts between the pages.
As for your first meeting, it was funny.
Youâd met a year ago, at a cafe close to his apartment. Stuck in a long queue, waiting for your turn, your nose had been buried into a book, completely oblivious to your surroundings. Spencer had been standing behind you, and like the nosy dork he is, had been reading along with you, over your shoulder.
When heâd pointed out an inaccuracy in the plot, compared to real life, youâd screamed, slamming the book shut, and successfully making a fool of yourself in front of the whole cafe.Â
Heâd apologized bashfully, and asked to buy your drink for you, and then lingered for a short conversation before heâd been called away on a case.Â
In his hurry to get to the FBI on time, heâd forgotten to take your number. Two weeks later, and after a lot of blaming himself for being a dumbass, heâd seen you again, nose buried into another book, sipping a beverage next to the window of the cafe.Â
You hadnât attached puzzling looks this time, and heâd gotten your number. A year later, you couldnât be more happy for the fact that your boyfriend sometimes didnât really get social cues.
You smiled, thinking back on that day.Â
You focused on your book again, eyes dancing around the page, following with rapt attention.Â
Reading was one of the few things that brought you peace, quieted your brain, and improved your mood.Â
Sometimes you envied Spencerâs genius, being able to go through War & Peace at breakfast, without batting an eye. Reading, and reading, and still having the time for other things. If, in your lifetime, you could read as many books as Spencer had read thus far in life, youâd be happy.Â
You were giggling, kicking your feet, and enjoying your book, when you heard the telltale sign of Spencer arriving home - his key being inserted into the lock.Â
You didnât move your eyes away from the book, having reached a great part of the book.Â
The door opened, and in walked your boyfriend, a peep in his step, happy heâd get to see you and spend time with you after 6 days of being away.Â
He left his keys in the bowl next to the door, freed himself of his shoes, and set his messenger bag down.Â
He walked further in, noticing the vanilla and chocolate scent in the air - youâd followed tradition, baking a small tray of chocolate chip cookies as a welcome for him.Â
He stood behind you, draping his hands around your neck, and leaned over to kiss the side of your head gently, finally diverting your attention away from the book.Â
âHello, sweetheart,â he murmured, warm breath tickling your neck next, as he kissed around your ear and pulse point.Â
âHi there, babe.â you were whispering too, finally happy to be in your own bubble. âHow are you? How was the case?â you asked, just like you did every time, just like you did every day. You always wanted to know how he was, you wanted to know about his day, and heâd gotten so used to it and had done it so many times for you too, it had become routine, a way to show each other you cared and loved each other.Â
âIâm good, a little tired maybe,â he nuzzled your neck, eyes shut in contentment, âThe case was tough, but successfully closed at the end,â he rarely elaborated, only if someone was hurt, or the case had taken a toll on his mental health. Other than that, he didnât like bringing the gory details of the cases home with him.Â
Home was his space with you, where you laughed, and sometimes cried. Where you cuddled and made love, read together, or to each other, where you cooked, where you relaxed. It was no place for the realities of a BAU profiler.Â
âWhat are you doing?â it was a simple question.Â
âIâm reading,â and there was an even simpler answer, except if you were Spencer Reid, a doctor with three PhDs, three bachelorâs degrees, an FBI agent, and a complete, and utter technophobe.Â
You felt him lift his head before he choked out a high-pitched âYouâre what?â and you turned around to see him, shock and betrayal written on his face, his eyes as big as saucers.Â
You looked at him like heâd grown two heads, but you knew you should have expected this.Â
Youâd made the decision to get a kindle last week, and youâd used the time he hadnât been home to set it up and try it out.Â
âWhat are you even reading on that thing? Thatâs not a book!â he was outraged, but at the same time, he looked so cute, that you started laughing. You brought a hand to your mouth, in hopes of muffling the sound a little because you were losing it, laughing with everything you had.Â
âStop laughing, itâs not funny. Iâm serious.â you just laughed harder, even though you tried to reign it in and stop.Â
Around a minute later, your laughter started dying down, and you looked up, only to see him with his arms crossed against his chest, an expression between bewilderment, and those deep brown puppy eyes staring straight into your soul.
âItâs a kindle, Spence, itâs all digital,â you told him
âNo, I know that, but you canât be serious,â your brows furrowed, a bit butt hurt, until he continued, âYou know, readers prefer physical books. A recent study found that only 21% prefer e-books, as little as 14% audiobooks, and 65% are physical book readers. Another study found that your brain absorbs less when you read on a kindle than on paper.â You laughed again, loving his brain, and then patted the space next to you, waiting for him to sit down.
âI thought you were pro saving the planet Mr. Three PHDâs.â you joked, waiting for him to sass you back. After all, one of your favorite characteristics of his was how sassy he was.Â
âWell, yes I am, but statistically, physical copies are superior. A book needs to be physical, not whatever bullshit that is. Come on, letâs just return this, and Iâll buy you all the books you want,â he went to stand up, and you pulled him back down by the back of his shirt.Â
âAww babe, I know you will!â Spencer loved buying some of your books for you, he loved seeing the smile on your face when he bought a book youâve wanted for a while. You buried your face into his neck, hugging him to you.Â
âCome on, letâs cuddle before dinner, get a cookie, and Iâll read to you for a bit, I just reached a good part,â you whisper into his neck, and he exhales, reaching towards the coffee table to get a cookie before you relax into each other, and you pick up the kindle, reading where you left off.Â
âWe really are two opposing magnets, incapable of being in the same room without drawing together. I want to scrape my fingers through his hair and kiss him until he forgets where we are, and everything and everyone that ever made him feel like he was a disappointment. And heâs looking at me like I could, like thereâs an ache in him only I could soothe.â you read, hand running through his hair, happy to have him back.
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i hate you, tenya. â§.*
tenya iida x reader
⧠âÂˇË ŕź *ŕŠâŠâ§âË
summary: suggestive, kissing, making out, dry humping. him being your rival/enymy in highschool, you start liking him. ending up in a bathroom at a partyâŚ.
you never really liked the guy. tenya iida was annoying. especially to people like you. people who just did their own thing. walking into the class on the first day of school, you found yourself aggravated by him.
as the school days went on you still didnât like him, but you two shared a mutual respect for each other. he was hard working, in every way.
sooner rather than later, you grew an attraction to him. still not very fond of him. but you couldnât stop looking at him. confused as to why you felt like this.
the moments you were around him, you started adoring. you liked being in his presence. but that never stopped the bickering.
your arguments would get out of hand sometimes. correcting all of his wrongs. your classmates would often joke about your relationship.
so as shocking as it was here you were. sitting on his lap at a house party.
your peers werenât shocked at all. not with the way you two bickered during class. especially not with the way you would often fight backs facing eachother when faced with conflict.
your hatred act didnât fool anyone.
flush against him, your ass sat in his lap. his hands found your waist. he looked especially good tonight. it made you frustrated.
sporting grey sweats and a black hoodie, he didnât look himself.
âi hate you.â you whispered in his ear. he set his beer down on the table next to him.
you were definitely slurring your words. you were definitely nearing âdrunkâ. but you didnât care.
âwhys that?â he responded, calmly. titling his head with a smirk.
âbecause your so fucking annoying. but your so fuck-ing h-hot.â you slurred, stuttering over your words. your breath was hot against his ear.
with his hands around you, he brought you closer to his chest. your head now finding its place on his shoulder.
you felt comfortable. at ease even.
ây/n.â he said after a moment of silence between you two.
your senses were flooded with the scent of him, his cologne and aftershave filling your mind.
âwhat.â you muttered. leaning back to look him in the face.
he stabilized you, doing so unconsciously. he looked you dead in the eyes before bringing his mouth to your ear.
hushed words flying into your conscious. hot and breathy he choked out,
âi hate that i think your the prettiest girl in any room. i also hate how much i notice your ass against.. me.. like thisâŚ.fuck..â he finished.
you gasped at his words becoming very aware of his hardened package underneath you. you did this to him.
when you stood up he frowned. expression very obvious.
it wasnât until you grabbed his hand and dragged him to the nearest bathroom that he was happy again.
closing the door behind him, he turned you around to face him. pushing you up against the door, he took your mouth in a heated kiss. you gasped at his act.
you reached your arms up around him, taking head, tugging on his hair. he groaned at your actions.
he licked your bottom lip, pulling you closer to him. you opened your mouth to give him access before tangling your tongue with his.
you were slow and controlled, he was sharp and fast. his teeth nipping at your lips.
moaning into his mouth when his hand found your ass. grabbing at it.
he broke the kiss momentarily, âiâve needed you for so long..id do anything you ask me to.â before diving into your neck. biting at your jaw. leaving open mouthed kisses on your skin.
focusing on one area when your breath hitched. he took notes of your body. and exactly where you liked to be touched.
âtenya..â you moaned, just enough for him to hear.
he broke his contact and stood tall above you. his hands never leaving your frame.
âyes?â he asked.
âive liked you for so long. your so stupid for not realizing.â stating before you push yourself up against him. lips meeting his.
he groaned at your actions. your bodyâs creating friction.
you dry humped him.
mouths never leaving each others, his hips moved into your body.
you couldnât get enough of him.
âoh my god..â he purred. his lips still on yours.
you felt his length on you. your body felt hot. kissing so much your lips plumped up, swollen. it felt so right.
ây/n! iida!! i have to pee get out!!â you jumped back hearing someone on the other side of the door. letting out a sigh when you realized you stopped kissing him.
âone sec!!â tenya responded before pulling your face to meet his. he brought you in for a soft kiss. it spoke volumes. you groaned when he parted away from you.
you took a second to fix his hair. he looked utterly beautiful looking down at you. his expression flushed, face painted rose tint.
maybe it was the alcohol in him, but he couldnât imagine his life without you correcting his every move.
âi hate you so much.â he chuckled, staring down at you. you giggled with him.
leaning up you kissed his cheek before opening the door to find mina. âthank god!â she said before pushing you two out of the way and shutting the door.
you wanted more of him.
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HEADKANONS | JOHNNY CAGE MK1 WITH S/O
A/N: Yes, he's my favorite, please make requests for me with this man, I need ideas, I need requests- I'm obsessed for him. Do you want to make a request? Read my blog rules in the pinned post.
TW: sfw, smut, fluff, sex, sexual positions, afab reader, pet names, vaginal sex, oral m!re. | f!re |, degradation, daddykink.
SFW:
Johnny Cage is the typical golden retriever boyfriend, he will want your attention because we know he is an attention slut, not only applies to his fans but also to you, you need to keep in mind that when Johnny wants your attention, He'll get it one way or another, whether it's sending you countless messages, asking you for affection, or even begging you to stay with him, if you're the type to get angry and punish him with silence, he'll be very upset. bad, even becoming physically ill.
He loves being emotionally pampered, a lot of cuddling with him with his head in your lap, while the two of you watch a movie together in the living room of his mansion, while you massage his scalp and the light brown locks of his silky hair, he would be happy. smiling like a fool in love - which he is - even if you pointed it out, he would deny it with some typical joke of his, if you threaten to leave his side or stop making out with him he will pout and complain, a lot.
He also likes tight arms just enjoying the silence between the two of you, chaste kisses on his forehead or cheek are welcome, especially if you wear lipstick or gloss, he will smile sideways and run his fingers through the warm residue on your lips on his skin.
Johnny likes to show you on all his social networks, always taking selfies with you and posting them, stories talking to his fans but always with you by his side, he loves sharing some couple story about the two of you so that everyone can laugh at such a situation that you passed by, like the time he got the location of the award show he was going to wrong and you had to walk a long way to get to the right place, with Johnny carrying you on his back obviously, he wasn't going to make his beautiful S/O walk. If you're the shy type, he'll push you a little, not because he's mean, but because he wants to show you to the world, show the person who makes Johnny Cage happy, but if you still don't want to, he'll respect your decision, Even if it upsets him a little at first, he will still take photos of you and the two of you together, with various filters, from the cute ones to the most cursed ones he finds.
The two of you have a YouTube and Twitch channel together, he already had a channel so now you are a regular guest, after all you date him. Johnny loves just chatting in chat, or reacting to some edits and fanarts that his fans make of him live, he always thanks everyone and is satisfied, from the most amateur to the most professional, everyone is valid and valuable from Cage's perspective , and he also loves the edits with the photo and video of you as a couple, with you and him thanking you for your affection, he leaves the @'s of the editors and designers, encouraging their growth. In the lives it also happens that Johnny plays some games with you, his favorite is the horror genre, he loves seeing your reactions because you feel tense around him and the chat, he sits on a black gaming chair in the center of the camera and you or in the background or on his side - it's your choice - he also gets scared very easily so you can take advantage and poke his shoulder or arm during a tense moment in the gameplay, he'll jump and scream from his chair like a scared kitten while letting out a series of swear words - he may or may not have let his glasses fall to the floor and break one of those times.
Johnny lets you wear his clothes, he's very stylish, if there's something you like, you can wear it, he has enough money to buy a new and identical piece, but obviously there are clothes that he's more zealous and jealous of, he He'll even let you use it if you tell him you'll be careful, if you tear it or get it dirty, he won't do anything other than sigh and get irritated for a few hours, then go buy a piece like the old one and pretend nothing happened.
He also loves that you make him breakfast, he loves his food, his seasoning, the smell of warm food makes Johnny wake up in bed with a satisfied smile, seeing you in his kitchen, preparing everything for him, that's it. it also made his ego rise, but in a good way after all he has you in his life and no Hollywood award compares to having you as his partner, he comes up behind you and while hugging you, giving you a kiss on the head and smelling you, even though he's drowsy, he wants to be there with you, watching you make his breakfast with such care - Cage also whispers in a hoarse and low voice how much he loves you, thanking you for being so helpful to him and that will reward you later however you want -
The two of you play 'just dance' together, Johnny knows practically all the choreographies and makes you dance with him, whether you're good or bad at dancing, what matters to him is that you just have fun with him, and he's great at dancing, knowing move the hips extremely well and being very elastic.
Johnny loves sending you memes, posts, songs, everything he sees and remembers about you he will send you immediately, Johnny is the type who has a gallery full of memes that he never sent because he forgot, he is the type who sends more than +99 reels in less than 10 minutes, so if you two have been chatting don't be surprised if you get distracted and have more than 60 videos in your dm, each with a caption and context from Cage:
"I remembered you."
"LMAO you that day (Y/N)"
"That song is the one you like, isn't it?"
"lol that's so me"
"That food looks delicious, can we make it later?"
"pookie wookie"
"This film appears a lot in my fy, let's see it this weekend"
"Am I bbg in this edit?"
He also uses a lot of emoji and stickers to communicate, with chibi versions of himself often in his chat to show his emotions, he uses emojis to Seriously, then get used to using them.
He also uses a lot of emoji and stickers to communicate, with chibi versions of himself often in his chat to show his emotions, he uses emojis to Seriously, then get used to using them.
The two of you have a typical mean girls night together, with skincare, hair moisturizing, movies together and gossiping together, Johnny doesn't mind if you want to try makeup on him, or paint his nails - as long as it's black and he's not in No acting roles at the moment - he accepts it willingly, and he even likes it when you do eyeliner on him - he looks even more handsome, believe me. -
Loves to pamper you materially! Johnny is the type that if he sees that you are looking too much at a certain product in a store, he will pull you and enter the place, calling the salesperson immediately and buying everything you want, and I guarantee you, he knows exactly when you want something. or when you're lying that you don't want to because you're embarrassed, if you lie and try to say that you didn't want to, Johnny will get serious and immediately take the most expensive products in the store for you, as a form of "punishment" for lying to him. He will be able to take you to the concert of your favorite band or singer when he is off work as a Hollywood star or he will hire the singer/band you want to do a private show at his mansion, nothing is too expensive or impossible for Johnny Cage.
He loves romantic nights with you. Johnny will put on a fancy suit, hire a good buffet for a candlelit dinner with you, something he does practically every weekend, it has become a couple's tradition in your relationship. A good dinner and expensive wine, to end the night with the lights of the Cage mansion partially turned off, with you and Johnny in the large marble area, the only light was from the moon that entered through the large video window, with the song: "You rock my world - Michael Jackson" playing in the background, on the speakers of the luxurious room, with the two of you pressed against each other, just singing while dancing intertwined in a heat of passion and love. - Johnny loves this song because he says it sums up what you did in his life, you rocked his world in a way that he can only thank you internally for being the love of his life, and being the person he can count on always, even though he is sometimes too arrogant and proud to admit it, he always says: "-This song sums up what I feel and have always felt about you honey." -It's his way of saying he loves you, when he can't say it directly.
He hates to show it, but he is extremely insecure, after the separation from his ex-wife - Cris - he always asks you if you still love him or if you will leave him one day, this insecurity causes some jealous attacks when you go out, doesn't it? nothing serious, just Johnny sulking and asking you why you're so different with him - which you weren't - just make this man sure of your relationship, holding his arm or hand when you go out helps a lot, with him smiling stupidly in the corner because you're proud to be dating him, after all who wouldn't be? he is Johnny Cage after all.
He's extremely intelligent, so he'll love rambling about everything about you, movies, art, history, everything. He will talk about several topics at the same time, while his head is in your lap.
NSFW:
Recorded sex: He carries that stupid phone of his 24 hours a day, that is, this also applies to sex, he will fuck you practically making a movie every time, recording in HD all your reactions and how you fit your body to his so well , moans, juices of lust, your face salivating with pleasure, the nicknames, the dirtiest things, all recorded and saved in a folder with a password on his cell phone. He uses the videos to masturbate when he is traveling to direct a film as a director, he becomes needy and needs you by his side, having to settle for the homemade porn videos that the two of you make together, your pussy jumping on his dick in the video, his body, his reactions, as he whimpered, fucking his own dick in his hand, writhing on the hotel bed he was in.
Sex on the phone: Well, when the porn videos you made, he will call you, begging you to masturbate on call with him, either just vocally, or on video call, or exchanging nudes while the two of you did it.
"-Come for me. Show me how much you want my cock, how much you need me to fill you like the submissive whore you are."
Daddykink: Self Explanatory, he loves being called daddy by you, he himself has a habit of calling himself daddy in random situations, with an arrogant air. "-Leave it to Daddy, Baby." "-Oh yes, Daddy Johnny is here to sort it out." And this applies to sex, he will fuck you while you call him Daddy or Daddy Johnny - he loves that shit, it boosts his ego like hell. -
Degradation and praise: He loves to praise you and degrade you at the same time, he also loves to be praised during sex, especially when you do the "missionary" position, while he looked at your face, fucking your pussy with greed and hunger.
"-Do you want to cum, my naughty little slut?"
"-You really want my seed to fill your pussy, don't you? You're such a dirty slut, wanting to be bred by me. You want to mark you as mine, don't you?"
"-You're nothing but a filthy whore, begging for my cock."
"-You're such a good boy/girl, taking my dick in that tight, pretty pussy, like the good slut you are."
His favorite sexual positions with you: 69, Doggy Style, Cowgirl, Reverse Cowgirl, Missionary, Scoop Me Up, The Seashell, The Pinball Wizard, Valedictorian, Table Top, The Lazy Man, The Snake, Stand and Deliver.
He also loves giving oral, he would really stay under your legs all day fucking you with his tongue if he could, in every corner of his mansion that he could, his tongue fucks you in the right spots, passing from your clitoris to the your entrance tight, his thick and firm hands keep you in place, holding the soft flesh of your hips, massaging the area in small circles with his thumb while looking into your eyes, while his mouth was too busy working for you. make you cum - maybe... Just maybe he rubs his nose on your clitoris to tease you, he has a big nose... Just maybe. -
Johnny likes blowjobs when he's angry, he likes to come home, have a good whiskey while sitting on the couch, and you between his legs, sucking him greedily, it was a relaxing sight, making Johnny remember the good things about life, you.
"-Yes fuck baby... Keep going... I really need to cum, you're my good boy/girl, sucking my dick so good."
Please squirt on this man! He loves to fuck you and make you squirt, whether with his dick, tongue, fingers or even vibrators - which you have to stimulate your pussy and his dick in some foreplay - Johnny just wants you to cum and get him all wet with your Sweet essence, the first time you squirted on him you were embarrassed, but he wasn't, he seemed to have discovered a new world, smiling like a fool.
"-Mmmm Johnny... I... Please take it off, I-" -You tried to speak between moans, while your pussy squeezed Johnny's cock more than ever, he felt something different, smiling sideways.
"-Fuck I bet that's a fucking squirt, come on, I want to see you squirt on my dick baby, this is going to be so fucking hot, just cum in that tight pussy." -Johnny says, thrusting his dick even more into your pussy, with all the strength and speed he could have in his hips at that moment, fucking you to the core, he gives a strong thrust, hitting his dick on your cervix, making you moan and squirt on his dick, abdomen and groin, dirtying him all over, while he smiled extremely happily.
"-I won't stop fucking you until you do it again baby." -He says smug with a cheesy wink, but he was serious, you were going to do that until he saw you squirt and cum like that again.
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can I also request to yandere slashers and sinclair brothers with a pregnant reader that gets kidnapped if thats ok? Thank you hope im not requesting too much, no pressure to make it đ
Yandere! Slashers with Pregnant Reader That Gets Kidnapped
Yandere! Slashers x Reader (Separate)
Includes: Freddy, Michael, Jason, Thomas, Bubba, Brahms, Norman, Billy, Stu, Vincent, Bo, & Lester
Warnings: Yandere behavior, mentions of pregnancy, typical Slasher behavior
A/N: No worries! Thank you for requesting :) I also apologize if my last couple of Slasher fics have been a bit short. I've been stuck in a brain fog this past week.
Freddy Krueger
The moment Freddy sees you gone, he just laughs
You couldn't be that stupid to just leave, could you?
You can't escape him when he can show up at any point no matter where you are
However, him popping up and seeing you being held hostage by someone else...
Freddy's smile fades
Of course you wouldn't leave him
But who dares to have put you and his child at risk?
The moment he sees them, he doesn't even care
He immediately slashes their throat and picks you up, not wasting any time taking you back to where you belong
Michael Myers
The kidnapper was careless
Don't they know that Michael would walk to the ends of the earth for you and his child?
His abilities know no bounds
He finds your location within a single night
All you can hear at first are screams and splatters, not sure what is going on outside your little room
But the moment you see Michael, you immediately relax
You weren't sure he would come for you
But here he was
And without a word, he has you lifted in his bloody arms as he walks you back home
Just know he won't be letting you out of his sight at all now
Jason Voorhees
He can hear your screams echo throughout the woods
He knows this area like the back of his hand anyways, so it doesn't take long to locate you
The way you're holding onto your stomach, trying to protect the child from any harm, has Jason seeing nothing but red
He doesn't even want to fool around with the assailant
His machete is plunged into the top of their head before they can even let out a scream
His mood does a complete 180 when he looks back to you, gently taking you in his arms to make sure you weren't hurt
He just sits with you on the ground for a while, rocking you in his arms
He's attempting to comfort you, but there's a part of him that's also trying to comfort himself
Thomas Hewitt
When he comes home to the door wide open, he immediately panics
You didn't leave him... did you?
He thought you were finally happy
Teary eyed and angered, Thomas storms out into the night to look for you
He had wandered pretty far into the area when he heard your screams
Some crazy family seemed to have taken you from your home
Your screams were immediately cut off by the sound of a chainsaw, cutting right into the door
Your kidnappers jumped up and attempted to flee, but Thomas was quick to catch up
You had your ears covered and your eyes tightly shut when he came back in
He gently pulled your hands down and lifted you up
He carried you home without any hesitation
Bubba Sawyer
The screams of devastation he lets out can literally be heard from miles around
Doesn't even want to consider that you left him
You've been so good the last few months
There's no way you would have just left like this
After an hour of him frantically searching around the area, he can finally hear your voice
You were talking to the stranger, asking them to please let you go
The fact that they just kept ignoring you made Bubba even more angry
They only finally looked up when they heard the revving of his chainsaw
They didn't even have time to flee before they were cut in half
He runs over to you quickly, placing one hand on your stomach and the other on the side of your face
He was blubbering, promising you he'll do better next time
Brahms Heelshire
Well this was an incredibly stupid decision on their part
Don't they know that Brahms doesn't ever leave the house?
And wherever you are, he will be too
The kidnapper doesn't even make it out the door with you
The moment Brahms hears your screams, it's over
He emerges from the wall and grabs the kidnapper
You watch as Brahms slams the person's head into the wall, over and over again until they're just a bloody pulp
He storms over to you and grabs you roughly, looking your body over to make sure you and the baby weren't hurt
He traps you in bed with him for the rest of the night
His arms act as a cage, not letting you up for anything
Norman Bates
Everything is a bit of a blur
He comes home to the place ransacked, you nowhere in sight
You weren't reckless
He knows you wouldn't have done this
He turns to go search for you, and that's when things go black
He finally comes to with you crying in his arms on a dirty floor
An unrecognizable body lays beside him, blood pooling everywhere
But you and his child are safe
That's all that matters now
And he'll make sure nothing like this ever happens again
Billy Loomis
Billy is immediately in a rage when he sees you're gone
There is no way you're going to leave him
Never
He'll break into every house in this town if he has to
And that's just what he does
It's only after the 7th house that he finds you tied up to a chair
Oh you poor thing
Of course you didn't leave him
The scene before you quickly becomes bloody
A few bodies lie splattered on the floor, Billy tending to the rope around you
He apologizes for letting this happen and kisses you deeply
It's only later that night you hear of 7 families that had been found slashed in their own homes
There really is no limit when it comes to Billy
Stu Macher
He has a mental breakdown when he sees that you're gone
Goes into a fit of hysterical laughter as he reaches for his knife
He doesn't want to hurt you, but he will if he must
When he hears a scream echo not too far from where he was searching, he sprints to it
And when he sees you being held by some random person, Stu's crazed smile finally drops
He lunges, and things go out of control
Stu is left with a few cuts and bruises, but he doesn't care
He immediately looks you over and makes sure you're not hurt
When he's content, he takes you home and cuddles up with you on the couch, bloody clothes and all
Vincent Sinclair
Vincent doesn't like to venture too far from home, but he'll do it for you
Seeing that you're gone makes him assume the worse
He marches outside the home, already searching every nook and cranny of this desolate place
And it works out in his favor once he sees you in an old building, knocked unconscious
He smashed his way through the window immediately
The attackers come running towards him, but he was quick to act
You awoke to a bloody mess beside you and a worried Vincent knelt in front of you
He rests his hands on your stomach and you nod, letting him know you and the baby are okay
He's content with this and wraps you in his arms to take you back home
Bo Sinclair
If he can't have you, no one can
When he's sees you're gone, he assumes you left just like he knew you were going to try
He hunts you down immediately, ready to do what needed to be done, only to see you scared and tied up
Oh, now Bo can't help the growing smile on his face
You didn't want to leave him, and now he can have fun with whoever was stupid enough to do this
Will knock them unconscious and take you both home
He'll make their death a long and painful one
But it's another addition to the wax museum
One that he is most proud of
Lester Sinclair
He instantly tears up at the idea that you left him
He almost doesn't even want to go after you, but you're also carrying his child
He can't just let you go that easily
He of course checks Ambrose first, and he considers himself lucky to have found you as soon as he did
But seeing you being held by some random person was not what he had planned
Lester's self pity quickly evolves to pure anger
He jumps in and immediately attacks, not even thinking of finding a weapon first
His adrenaline kicks in and it doesn't take long before he kills the kidnapper, suffocating them to death
He then wraps himself up with you, holding you close and apologizing over and over again
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ⳠIndex [Day 08 - Sex Magic]
Pairing:Â Soft Dom!Jungkook x sub f.Reader
Genre: married life!AU, Wizard!Jungkook, Fantasy!AU
Kinks:Â love making, vaginal penetrative sex, creampie, vaginal fingering, blowjob, cunnilingus, spit, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), edging (m.receiving), praise, body worship, sex magic & toys aka he enchants a crystal wand so it becomes a vibrator, size & strength kink, cuddly aftercare
Wordcount:Â 7.4k
a/n: someone gave me these kinks and i went âwhat if KOOK was the one with magic for a change?â and then this was born. also, i say this with pride, he is 100% and proudly inspired by Howl Pendragon from Howlâs Moving Castle, like, this is basically a Howl!AU with Kook. i also wholeheartedly fell in love with this Kook oh my lORD he is so dreamy and perfect <3
Jungkook Pendragon was many a things. Healer of the sick. Protector of the weak. Traveller of worlds. Wizard of oneâs trust. Lover of animals and nature. An introvert rarely happy about small talk. Connoisseur of good foods. And man of immaculate beauty. He possessed the wits and intelligence to escape many a dicey situations. His bravery and courage was known just as well as his kind and empathetic heart. His humour never stooped down to insult other people, instead it so very often came down to making a fool of himself for the sake of a good laugh. But as funny as he was, he was also serious. He was intense and stern and scary if one dared to cross him. He was powerful and those who wronged the innocent felt his strength to its fullest.Â
In his daily life however, Jungkook rarely showed off his strength. He helped flowers bloom anew or lit a fire for a desperate baker, he filled the bowl of a hungry stray cat or showed curious children a harmless but wondrous magic trick. Whatever his little show of strength might be, in his daily life, Jungkook wanted to bring happiness to the living beings around him with it.
You were no exception from people he wanted to make smile. Perhaps you were the one whose happiness was most important to him. His beloved and cherished wife. Only human and terribly weak against the dangers of dark distant lands. And he loved you more than he had ever loved another before.
You lived in his hometown your whole life. You knew of his existence and the help he bore to the townsfolk. You also knew that sometimes his windows went black and that meant his house wasnât exactly in town. He explained to you later when you and he were already lovers how it worked. That he needed to use a lever by the front door to teleport his interior and the beings inside to another place and that he possessed buildings in each place to teleport into. Some of these places you were allowed to as well, while others he kept hidden from you because they would be too dangerous.Â
Sometimes you stay in town while Jungkook disappears through the door and when he returns again, he brings the stench of death and signs of a hard battle. You always nurture him back to health even if seeing his body bruised and broken from fights hurt you.Â
Now back to how you met. It was five years ago when a wicked warlock cursed your cats to stone. You knew instantly to seek the wizard Jungkook Pendragon for help. Up until this point, you have only heard of him and perhaps seen him hurry through the streets in passing, and when you stood before him, you barely managed to get your words out. He was beautiful. Beautiful beyond your wildest imagination. His skin radiated in health and youth. His hair, dark as raven feathers and slightly wavy, ended just a little above his shoulders. His eyes were friendly and filled with galaxies. They were the darkest brown, but glowed purple when he used his magic. His features were ethereal and his body both strong and slim. He was taller than you and smelled of sandalwood. Back then, he smiled at you and asked what you needed and you somehow stuttered your problem. He knew exactly what to do and somehow through being yourself, you managed to catch his attention as well. It wasnât long after, and because of some very intense romancing by him, that you and he became lovers. You married but six months after, about which your parents were very happy. You moved into his house one day after the wedding, taking your two cats and everything you owned with you. Jungkook welcomed you in his home gladly. He gave you his sunniest room and encouraged you to fill it with your most beloved hobbies. Each time you placed a thing of yours somewhere in the house, he smiled and said how much he loved it there. And over time, his home became as much your home as it was hisâ. He even fulfilled your dream of owning a garden, accessible through his magic door and built just for you.
Jungkook Pendragon was many of things. Wizards, healer, protector and fighter, but most of all he was your beloved husband. The man you love more than you have ever loved another person.Â
Dawn has long past and the town was whispering for sleep. Jungkook hasnât come home yet. It has been since the morning when he went through one of the bad doors. It worries you to the point you canât find calm. The dinner is dished, cold by now, and he should be home already. The only dinner you managed to get down were your own fingernails as you bit them in nervousness. Your cats, Fili and Kili, are sleeping by the fire but you could see from their erect ears that they were nervous as well. You cannot take it anymore. Is he still alive? You have such thoughts often when he leaves through one of the bad doors. Not every country on this planet was as safe and peaceful as your homeland. Many were cursed by monsters, war or dark magic. There were other wizards like Jungkook, but not many felt courageous enough to venture beyond their own borders. Jungkook never limited his powers to borders, he went where magic was needed and while you loved him for it, you also loathed this part of him. His kindness will kill him one day. You would never dare to tell him that because it was what he needed to feel happy, but sometimes you wished that he would stop leaving through bad doors and stay with you instead.Â
Speaking of doors. The number shield above the lever suddenly flicks to black. You jump up from the armchair, staring at the front door with bated breath. The doorknob turns. Please let him be unharmed, please. The door opens, allowing the stench of phosphor to enter your home. Jungkook walks over the threshold like the wind, closing the door quickly and flicking the lever back to the town. He walks upright and with lightness in his steps. His face and clothes were darkened by soot, as were his hands, but he looked unharmed.Â
âWhat a dayâ, he says, shrugging off his black cape.
âBeloved!â you call out, running to jump into his arms.
âOh?â Jungkook catches you with a laugh and his dirtied hands under your behind.
âIâm so glad that youâre home. I was so worried that you were hurt or, or worse killedâ, you almost sob into his shoulder, twisting his hair to get him closer to you.Â
âWorry not about me. Iâm home safe.âÂ
âYes? Oh Jungkook, my belovedâ, you cradle his face.
Jungkook sets you down gently, holding your waist as he smiles down at you.Â
âYou are so dirty. Oh my beloved, are you truly unharmed?â
âYes, I promise you this is just soot which lingered in the air. I fought and won.âÂ
âYou will cause me heart problems one day. Youâre finally homeâ, you say and hug him, face buried in his strong chest despite his dirtied clothes.
Jungkook hugs you back, caressing the back of your head. He leans down and kisses the crown of your head, resting his cheek on it afterwards with closed eyes. His beloved woman. He loves this part of his days the most. To return home and be greeted by your hug is truly what Jungkook does all of this for.Â
âMy little loveâ, he whispers, holding you safely, âI missed you today.â
âI missed you too, so very much.â You crane your neck so you could look up at him and get on your tiptoes. Jungkook meets you in the middle, cradling your cheeks as you and he kiss. His lips taste of ash and so you pull back with a slight scowl.
Jungkook chuckles, âI know I taste awful. Let me bathe and then I will really kiss you.â
âYes, alright. I shall warm dinner in the meantime.âÂ
âOh my little loveâ, he whispers and kisses your forehead in gratefulness. He breaks away from you to hurry upstairs in light steps and a melody on his lips. You clean off the soot from your clothes and cheeks, hurrying to the kitchen afterwards.
Dinner is served and warm when Jungkook skips down the steps. He changed into black pants into which he tugged a white flowy shirt. His bare feet are almost silent on the many rugs spread on the wooden floor. He dances to your side, picks you up to twirl with you once. You laugh loudly, wobbling slightly when he sets you down again.
âHow I missed youâ, he says, hugging you close and nuzzling his face into your neck. His hands roam your body innocently, rubbing your back and waist, giving your buttocks a gentle squeeze and caressing your arms. It is as if he refuses to let go and you love it so much, melting into him if there wasnât dinner waiting.Â
He ends his loving touches by holding your waist and cradling your hand with the other, resting his forehead against yours to sway with you to melodies he hums. It is as if you were dancing.
You smile, having your eyes closed. He has such a beautiful singing voice. Sometimes when sleep comes a little harder to you, as it sometimes does to a person, Jungkook caresses your face and sings to you softly until you fell asleep. You love these nights so very much and whenever he is gone for longer than a day and you canât fall asleep because of worry, you are damned to a sleepless night. Are have gotten so used to his singing that living without is like torture.Â
âIs this a new melody? You keep humming it lately?â you whisper.
âYes, I thought of itâ, he says and singings it softly with syllables of âlalalaâs.Â
You join his singing harmonising with him, which makes him smile and kiss your lips. You giggle.
âMhm, you perfect blessing youâ, he says, trying to deepen the kiss but you squirm away for the sole purpose of talking. If there wasnât dinner waiting for you and him, you would want to stay in this moment for ages.
âDinner will be cold again if we take any more time.âÂ
âMhm, youâre right.â He kisses your cheek and steps back, but keeps his hands on your waist. âWhat did you make?âÂ
âYour favourite. Potato stew with cowâs meat. The bread is fresh, from baker Yoongi. Sit down, sit down.âÂ
âIâm in a dream. You have no idea how much this will cheer me up tonight.âÂ
He sits down, earning himself a kiss to his shoulder before you sit down as well opposite of him. You break the bread, giving him the bigger piece because he always eats so much more than you when he returns from a bad door.Â
You talk about your days during dinner. You tell him that you went into town for shopping and that you met your parents for some tea. He tells you about the dangers he encountered. The situation in Berking was brittle as more and more fire demons invaded the mountainous lands and threatened the livelihood of the people. Jungkook worked together with the wizard of Berking, Taehyung Emerand, but he fears that soon their shared powers wonât be enough to ward off the demons. Jungkook plans on visiting the wizard Seokjin Koral tomorrow and ask for his aid in the matter. He is positive that the wizard will help.Â
You and Jungkook clean the kitchen together after dinner and because it is so late already, you decide to go to bed soon after.
It took you a while to get used to Jungkookâs bedroom. His furniture was dark and the bed most comfortable, but the room was brimming with treasures. There was no wall which wasnât covered in trinkets or artworks and no surface which didnât carry more trinkets or healing plants. Many of the items were of magical nature and helped Jungkook recharge when he slept. Some bore memories while others were merely of aesthetic nature. You felt overwhelmed from all the views at first, but now you loved it dearly. Every item had its home and it fit so well together with the rest. These days, there are a few of your trinkets in the collection as well, looking perfectly in place. The floor was entirely covered in colourful, expensive rugs scattered without plan. Most corners of the room, or spaces where you rarely walked, were covered in stacks of books. Tonight, Jungkook reads one of the books when you enter the bedroom in nothing but your sleeping gown. He stepped out of his pants as well, now lying in bed with a bared behind covered by the warm blanket.Â
âThe water was really warm tonight. I barely wanted to leave the bath.â
âYes, it felt good on the skin. The weather gets colder here again so itâs nice to have a warm bath.â
âYes, not long and we will have to use the thicker blanket. I canât wait, I love this blanketâ, you say, getting comfortable under the covers.Â
Jungkook lowers the book and places his hand on the side of your head so he could caress you gently. You gaze up at him, head the only thing sticking out from under the blanket. The light of the night lamp illuminates his face in warm colour, his dark hair falls in soft waves. Looking at him will never not make your heart flutter.
âPlease donât die far away from me, Jungkook Pendragon.â
âOh beloved, you worry too muchâ, Jungkook speaks softly, massaging your ear soothingly.Â
âPlease just promise me.â
âI promise you. I shall grow old until I look like a raisin and then die in your arms.âÂ
You snicker, making him smile with it.Â
âYes, I can accept that.â
He chuckles, booping your nose.Â
âYouâre too cute.âÂ
He picks up the book and continues where he left off. You continue where you left off too, which is staring at his face to make sure that he was truly back with you again.Â
âWhat are you reading?â you ask him, fingers tracing the side of his thigh mindlessly under the blanket.
âSpells I might need tomorrow. If Seokjin wants to leave for Berking right away, I want to be prepared.â
âSo you will fight again tomorrow?âÂ
Jungkook lowers the book, meeting your eyes.
âHey, little loveâ, he brushes his hand over your temple soothingly, âdonât worry about me. Nothing will happen to me, I promise.â
âYou made a promise about raisins.â
âAnd I intend to keep itâ, he says, scratching your scalp softly so your thoughts could calm down. He continues petting you like this as he gets lost in the book again, using magic to float it in front of him and flick the pages.Â
What if you wonât ever see him again? Jungkook wants you to calm down and find sleep, but you canât. You could lose him tomorrow. He could be gone, leaving you alone with no arms to lie in and no person to call home. If this moment wasnât so tranquil, you would be crying. Instead you look at his face to memorise every inch of it just in case.Â
Jungkook soon glances at you.Â
âTry to sleep, belovedâ he whispers, brushing his fingers over your lids gently to close them.Â
âI canât. Iâm worried about tomorrow.â
âDonât, I will return back to you.â Jungkook lies down on his side, kissing your forehead as he holds you close. âTry to sleep, beloved, please try to sleep.â
âI canât. I want to look at you longer.âÂ
âDo I have to tire you, mhm?âÂ
Your lids flutter, as does your heart. Jungkook smiles sweetly, pinching your cheek and kissing it.
âTry to sleep, yes?â he whispers before sitting back up to return to the book.Â
You continue to stare. His words made you desperate for him. You didnât even think of this yet. If you lose him, you will also lose the intimacy.Â
Jungkook is many a things. Wizard, healer, saviour, husband. And he is also the most attentive lover. You knew some intimacy before Jungkook, but truly got to know it through him. He waited after your wedding, of course he did. As a matter of fact, he was such a gentleman, that he didnât even kiss you before you were officially his wife for he didnât want to spoil your honour. The first kiss you shared was during the wedding ceremony and then later at night, Jungkook kissed you properly, sealing your shared fate. He couldnât get enough of you and you couldnât get enough of him. It always feels so good to be intimate with him. What if tonight is the last night to share this feeling?Â
âBeloved?â
Jungkook sighs and looks at you, âwhy are you still up? Look at you, you seem so tired already.âÂ
âI donât care. I want to be with you.â
âYou are, little love, you are. In sleep as well.â
âNot yet, I have a wish.â
He places the book aside and lies down on his side, drawing calming circles on your upper back. His eyes are filled with so much love, his face looks constantly happy when he looks at you.
âTell me your wish.â
âCan we love each other tonight? If you donât return tomorrow, I want to have something to think back fondly on.â
Jungkook swallows the words he actually wanted to speak, that your worries were for nought and that you should sleep, when he sees how much you truly needed this tonight. He smiles with his eyes and kisses the shell of your ear.
âOf course, my beloved. We can love each other.âÂ
âReally?âÂ
"Yes, of course. I missed you today. Loving you like this, would make me very happy.â
âIt would make me happy too. Jungkook, my beloved.â You touch his chest. âCan I taste you?âÂ
âYou.â He gulps, tugging at the collar of his shirt. âYou would want this?âÂ
âYes. A lot.â
âI, I want it as well.âÂ
You sigh his name. He cradles your cheek.
âBut first I need to kiss you. Truly kiss you.â
You meet him eagerly, fingers burying themselves deep in his soft hair and lips so ready to be claimed. Jungkook smiles into the kiss because of your eagerness, purring softly while his hand pulls you closer by your waist. He puts his other arm under your head, placing his hand on your shoulder. Naturally and happily, you drape your leg over his hips, breaking the kiss to whisper.
âThis feels so good.âÂ
âIt does, my beloved. I love holding you.âÂ
The kiss continues. Your hearts beat in sync, your lips dance perfectly together. How you both needed this tonight. He missed you all day, looking forward to the moment he was finally with you again. You missed him as well, worrying for his safety and healing now that he was kissing you again.Â
You remember the first night he properly kissed you. You laid under him, cradled in his strong arms and with your breath stolen by him. It has been years ever since and it still feels as exciting as it did back then. Perhaps even more exciting because your love for each other grew over the years. Familiarity, intimacy, connection replaced the once thrilling feeling of learning each other and with it allowed your love to blossom. Being known and knowing in return is much better than getting know, it truly is. Jungkook knows that you love it most when he uses his tongue to trace your lips. You know that he gets especially excited when you run your nails over his scalp. You use your knowledge tonight, soon turning the kiss from gentle to just a little starved. You moan first, Jungkook answers you instantly, hand gripping your thigh to tug you closer. His hold on you is gentle but desperate. The hardness poking your middle shows his hunger even better. You and he both know that you needed to end this kiss in order to continue.
It breaks with shaky breaths leaving the both of you. You canât stop looking at him. He reciprocates, starry eyes racing between yours. His fingers brush your cheek, his whisper comes oh so very quietly.
âI love you with the very essence of my soul, ___ Pendragon.âÂ
âI love you with every breath I draw, Jungkook Pendragon.â
He exhales shakily, resting his forehead against yours. You and he close your eyes.
âMy little loveâŚ.âÂ
For a brief second, you enjoy the moment of connection. You are both aroused yet want to take time to truly savour each other. Being naked and getting it done quickly is easy, but what truly makes intimacy with him so wonderful is that you equally want to take your time. You savour the connection, the moments your souls are intertwined and your hearts are one.
âI feel so goodâ, you breathe.
âI feel so good, tooâ, he whispers.
âI want you.â
âI want you too, so very much that my handâŚâ he dances it to your behind and gives it a gentle squeeze, â...wants to act up.â
You giggle, he chuckles.Â
âYouâre just being cheeky.â
âMhm, I am. It makes you laugh.âÂ
âOh beloved youâ, you break the connection by gently pushing him to his back. He moves gladly, breath quickening at what was to come. You peck his lips first, then lie down on your stomach, draping your arm over his waist. You feel up his chest slowly, gazing at his face. His heart races uncontrollably.Â
âYouâre beautifulâ, you say and rest your cheek on his chest, scrunching your face in a love drunk smile. And as you rest, your hand rubs him slowly, memorising how it feels to touch him. âMy strong love and yet you are still so soft.âÂ
Jungkook smiles, brushing his hand down your cheek. With a giggle and scrunch of your nose you lift yourself again to kiss him over the shirt. Your hands and fingers guide your lips, painting a picture of him in your memories. His strong yet comfortable chest, which is so perfect to hide in, his delicate collarbones, on which necklaces always sit so prettily, his tender neck which always smells so good and his strong shoulders, which are perfect to lean on, his even stronger arms which give the best hugs and then you take the path back. You brush your lips over his nipples, making him sigh softly, but you donât linger. You need to kiss his stomach next, which is so strong but also so soft when he lies with you. You hug him and rest your cheek on it.
âYou are so soft, you really are.âÂ
Jungkook chuckles but sighs soon after. He feels so warm inside. If this is how he can spend the night before battle, he is one lucky man. Quite frankly, he is the luckiest man who ever lived. He is married to you after all.Â
It so happens that you soon reach the edge of the blanket. You glance at his face briefly. His eyes are closed. So it will be a surprise. Good. You love surprising him.
You push the blanket down to the middle of his thighs carefully and slip his shirt up to his lower stomach, exposing his hardened length. You keep one arm still around his waist, using it to support some of your weight as you lower your starving mouth to his length. He fits between your lips as if he was molded just for you.Â
Jungkook gasps loudly, hand falling to the nape of your neck and fingers ever so slightly dimpling your skin. His hips twitch up, his length throbs on your tongue. The surprise was successful. How exciting.Â
You moan and begin moving. You concentrate on his tip, using both your tongue and lips to taste him. He is sensitive where he leaks and around his frenulum, so you switch between these two spots, listening to the sweet moans he releases in reaction. His hand is still on your neck, grasping it and when he doesnât, he gives you gentle rubs of gratefulness.Â
You lick his taste from his slit, purring in answer to his gasped moans. You enjoy his taste a lot. At first, you were surprised by how he tasted down there. You always expected it to be different flavoured, more like milk to match the look of it, but that isnât so. It is masculine when he is deeply aroused and sweet when he ate lots of fruit and sometimes it carries a hint of salt in its taste but most of all, it tasted like him. And you loved this flavour so much that you find yourself drooling all over him right now. You slurp it up, picking up what you canât swallow with your fingers to spread it on his lower inches in a deep and skilful massage.
âBeloved this isâŚâ He groans deeply, kicking the mattress as you force his legs to be restless. â...a lot. Ah mmhhgm.â
What an exciting reaction. Your stomach flutters and your wetness grows between your legs. You sink him between your lips, keeping them relaxed so they move as you suck him. You press the flat of your tongue against his length, moving your head in the same rhythm you move your hand.
âBeloved ahâ, he gasps, fingers digging into your tender neck desperately. He kicks the sheets, bucking his hips up afterwards.Â
Encouraged by his reactions, you pick up speed and depth, drooling down his length without bothering to swallow it.Â
Jungkook moans loudly, hand dropping from your neck to reach up and grab the corner of his pillow. He cannot decide whether to keep his eyes closed or gawk at the ceiling in disbelief. He also cannot decide whether to dig his head into the pillow or lift it in surprise. Neither can he decide whether to gasp or moan. Perhaps he does all of these things. With no pattern behind them. They just happen and happen while you suck his very soul out of his length. He feels it in every inch of his cock, feels it in his balls as well. It burns like fire and consumes the very same. It spread to his stomach by now, lingering as a warm, tight knot. It consumed his legs as well, rendering them useless and tingly as if millions of fire ants crawled over them.Â
He might release in your mouth if he wasnât careful. It would feel so good and you would love it so much, but he canât. If you want tonight to truly be memorable, he wants to do it the right way. He wants to look into your eyes as he lets go and feel your fingers grasp his arms as you feel it coat your walls.Â
You moan around him, head pounding in pleasure. You love to have him in your mouth. It shouldnât feel that good to have something hit your throat over and over again but it does. You love him inside so much that you feel no need to gag or choke, only the need to consume him more and more.
âStop it nowâ, Jungkook however stops you, sliding his hand to your chin to gently pry you off his length. âStop or you will make me release.â
You slip off begrudgingly, turning your head to look at him. Your lips are puffy and glossy, your eyes are hazy. Jungkook feels thoughtless at the view of you, except for one thought.Â
âOh you, let me kiss youâ, he gets out and pulls you up to him so he could do just that. You whimper, melting into him instantly. You donât mind anymore that he stopped you from tasting his orgasm, not when he kisses you so hungrily. He flips your position, claiming the emptiness between your legs with his hips. Only the thin fabric of your sleeping gown keeps you from connecting deeper.Â
âOh youâŚperfect woman. You felt so good I feared for my heart. Oh youâŚâ
Jungkook tastes himself on your lips and tongue as he kisses you. It makes him want to kiss you even more, even better, even longer. Not just your lips. Everywhere. Your beautiful face, which he always thinks of for happiness when times are hard, your tender neck so soft and smelling always so good, your collarbones which are prettiest when sunlight hits them, your shoulders which sometimes get stiff but which relax so easily when he rubs them, your arms which are the only home he will ever have, your chest which is rather precious to handle. He palms your breasts and gathers them carefully so he could kiss them over the thin fabric. His warmth seeps into your skin like this, drawing gasps from your lips. He feels so good on your body.
âYou are the living proof that the creator is an artist. She carved you from the very soils of beauty, my belovedâ, he breathes, lips ghosting over your tender nipples without ever deepening the touch. That is the task of another night, he needs to worship every inch of you. Your sides which he loves to hold and gently tickle because it makes you laugh, your upper stomach which tenses whenever he makes you belt in laughter, your stomach which is so soft. So soft. Jungkook finds himself sinking his head into it and sighing your name.Â
He gazes up at you, holding your sides.
âIâm home when Iâm with you, ___ Pendragon.âÂ
You ruffle his hair, smiling at him.
âYouâre my home too.âÂ
Jungkook sighs happily, lifting his head to continue his path. He wiggles under the blanket and lifts your gown, sticking his head under it. You gawk with bated breath, waiting for his wet tongue between your folds.Â
It never comes, instead he places dozens and dozens of kisses on each of your inner thighs, drawing a sigh from your lips. You prop your legs up all on your own, getting his hands on your upper hips outside the gown. You can hold them like this and you do, grabbing one finger per hand as he kisses a path closer and closer to your heat.Â
Jungkook bends the fingers you hold, letting you know that he was holding you back. The warmth between your folds hits you a second later, surprising you so greatly that you squeak and close your legs on his head.
âMhm.â He lifts his mouth, âforgive me. Too far?â
âNo, no sorry. I startled, thatâs all. Please moreâ, you stutter, opening your legs.
âI will be gentle, I promise my belovedâ, he says and sticks his tongue out to part your petals with it. You squeeze the fingers you hold, moaning his name.Â
Jungkook closes his eyes, releasing a breath of utter relief. He loves to be between your legs. You offer him such heaven. You are soft and tender and so warm. When he excites you, your warmth begins to smell so intensely feminine and addicting that Jungkook becomes droopy. And your taste. Oh, your taste. Jungkook loves every drop of it. You become sweeter the more aroused you get and your nectar changes from thicker to more liquid. You are already so wet tonight from pleasuring him that Jungkook canât decide where to linger. Your entrance, your petals or your clit. All of it gets traced and licked by his eager tongue. He can picture you in his mind when he does it. How you open up like the prettiest flower, how there are the first then the second petals revealing your warm depth and presenting your swollen clit.
âYouâre beautiful, so beautifulâ he murmurs into you and includes his lips as well. He sucks and kisses you, forcing your voice to raise in pitch as he makes you moan constantly.Â
Your legs are shaky and it feels as if millions of ants were crawling under your skin, just how you made him feel. The same warmth is in your stomach as well, tight and deep inside you, hiding almost.Â
You mewl and tug at his finger. Jungkook comes up with a slurp, appearing from your gown. His raven hair is messy, his rosy lips glossy.Â
âWas I too rough?â he asks with worried eyes.
âNo, your fingers please, your fingers.âÂ
âAh, I understandâ, he smiles and sticks his two longest into his mouth to coat them in a good layer of his spit. He slides his other hand to your inner thigh and opens your legs further with a gentle tug.Â
You whimper in reaction, fingers grasping the sheets. To be gazed upon by him as he pleasures you is so arousing to you. He is looking at your face, watching your reaction as you take his digits.
The stretch is unbearable, not because it hurts, but because it feels too good. He is so careful in how he fills you, gliding in inch by inch.Â
You whimper, face contorting in pleasure. Warm. You are so warm now that you are finally filled.Â
âSo beautiful. You are so beautifulâ, Jungkook says and disappears inside your gown again to lick you eagerly. He traces your stuffed folds first, moaning deeply at the feeling of it. He canât wait to exchange his fingers with his length. For now however, he wants to help you to an orgasm with just his fingers and tongue. He curls them deep inside you, pressing them against your upper walls right where it felt best. A gasp from you. Jungkook guides his tongue to your clit and presses it against you tightly to use the pressure and wet warmth to rub it with his tongue. The gasp turns into a moan. And another. Then another blending into a constant stream of noises as he gives you pleasure so intense you can see light behind your lids.Â
You twist the sheets and tug on them, head buried deep in the pillow and back arched off the mattress. Your toes curl, gripping the sheets. The once quiet warmth in your lower body turns into a raging, all consuming fire. His fingers fill you entirely, the pressure on your insides is perfect and his slickened tongue is so strong in its grinds. He will make you climax. It is inescapable.Â
âI have to orgasmâ, you get out, whimpering his name next.
Jungkook encourages you to let go with a hungry growl, sealing your fate.Â
You throw your head back and break screaming his name. Jungkook moans, tingling with you as he helps you ride it out until you pull away all by yourself.Â
Jungkook licks his fingers clean before reappearing from your gown, lower face messy in your orgasm and his drool.Â
âBelovedâ, you croak, reaching for him. He lies himself down on you, meeting you in the middle for a kiss. You whimper and twitch, grasping him desperately as you use his kisses as your remedy. He left you so shaken from your high, but you wouldnât want it any other way. You are alive when you can be with him this way.Â
You break the kiss with a wish on your lips, âcan I feel your skin on mine?âÂ
âYes, of course. This would be everything to meâ, he says and sits up to pull his shirt over his head. You do the same with your gown. You and he stay seated afterwards, gazing at each other.
âYouâre beautifulâ, you say, tracing his pecs.Â
âYou are just as beautifulâ, he breathes and hugs you against him.
You instantly melt, eyes closing and skin taking in every second of contact it has with him. He is so warm and soft. He is the same temperature as you and yet he feels so much warmer than you. Like your only heat source in a cold room.
âI want to be with you.â
âYou will be, I promise. Do you want to lie down for it?â
âYes, very.âÂ
While you lie down, he disappears from your side for a brief moment to get a small wand of pure emerald, then claims his spot between your legs again. He intertwines his right hand with yours, resting on his elbows. He uses his left hand to cradle your cheek and caress it. His eyes gaze at you with so much love that you feel breathless.
âYouâre beautiful.âÂ
âYouâre beautiful too.â
âNo, but you are truly so beautifulâ, he whispers and furrows his brows as his emotion overwhelm him. âOh my beloved. I will be gentle with you, I promise.âÂ
âWhatever you promise, please just hurry. I need you inside me. Please.â
âHelp me, yes?âÂ
You reach down with your left hand and take his length to guide it to your entrance. You give him a gentle push and then he takes over, filling you with him in a careful push of his hips.Â
Your breath hitches, you grasp his shoulder and squeeze his hand. He furrows his brows, eyes clouding over in pleasure.
âIs this good for you? Are you in pain?â
You shake your head vigorously and squeeze his shoulder as well.
âAnd now? I feel you tightening. Is it too much so soon after your orgasm?âÂ
âIâm tightening because it feels so goodâ, you croak and roll your hips up to take the last inch.
Jungkook moans your name, dropping his forehead against yours and squeezing his eyes shut. A curse slips from his lips, âforgive meâ, he instantly apologises.
âDonât. I agree. Damn it. Ah beloved, I love you.â
âI love you tooâ, Jungkook chokes out and kisses you, beginning to chase your warmth in deep but gentle movements. You swallow each otherâs initial moan. Jungkook slips his hand from your cheek and grasps the pillow instead, holding it with the kind of desperate strength he wouldnât dare to hold you in fear of hurting you. But he has to hold something like this. The tingling fire in his legs and stomach is back, his length feels even better than it did when it was being sucked by you. If he didnât grasp something, he would go insane. He regrets not releasing in your mouth when he had the chance because he is paying the price now.Â
Jungkook breaks the kiss, drool still sticking to your lips and his.
âIâm so sensitive. Every stroke feels like coming alive. I should have released in your mouth, ah beloved, ahmh itâsâŚyouâre driving me insane.âÂ
âIs it too much?âÂ
âAlmost, Iâm burning up. It feelsâŚâ
âIt feels so goodâ, you whimper.
âThatâs right, it feels so goodâ, he agrees and moans, length so deep inside you that you swear you can feel his soul reach into you.Â
You gaze up at him through your blurry vision. He is so close to you but you see enough. His pleasure twisted face, his messy hair, his flushed cheeks.
âYou are so beautiful right now, so beautiful.âÂ
âYou areâŚbeautiâŚfulâŚtooâ, he struggles with his words, following it up with a growl and his fingers slipping from your grasp to instead grip your wrist and pin it into the pillow. He does it carefully, unlike how he twists the pillow.Â
âMy beloved, itâs so difficult not to break you. Are you still comfortable?âÂ
âYes, please.â
âOh my little love, my warm soft love⌠it takes everything inside me not to ruin you.â
You clench around him, arching your back. To be underneath him, to be so fragile and weak in comparison to him and to be treated with such utter tenderness because of it, is driving you insane as well.Â
You reach between your bodies and touch your clit.Â
âAh!â
Jungkook peels his eyes open at the sound. His hips stop.
âWhat happened? Are you alright?â he gasps, worried.
âYes, yes. Please move.â
âOh my love, what a relief. You are just so small and tender. I worried that I hurt you for a second.âÂ
âJungkook, pleaseâ, you beg him, gazing up at him pleadingly. You wiggle your hips, trying to give yourself more pleasure with quick rubs of your clit.
âNo, wait. I have something for you.âÂ
âWhat?â you ask breathlessly, craving more of what he did.
He sits up, cock still inside you, and reaches for the emerald wand. He closes his fist around it and whispers an enchantment over it. It looks normal afterwards and feels warm as he places it in your hand.Â
âWhat did you do to it?â
âTap it once.âÂ
You follow. The wand begins vibrating in your fingers, âoh?âÂ
âFor you. It will last for a day. Tap it again and it will increase gradually, tap it twice and it will stop.âÂ
âThis is soâŚâÂ
âPlace it on your clit.âÂ
You obey in curiosity, sitting up slightly in shock upon the initial sensation.Â
âJungkookâ, you croak, walls throbbing around him.
âDoes this feel good?âÂ
âYesâ, you mewl, nodding your head vigorously.
âGood. Use it whenever you need it.âÂ
Jungkook pushes you down gently and with a knowing smile, lays himself back down over you to pick up where he left off.Â
You gasp and writhe, gawking at him with widened eyes. He soothes you with gentle caresses of your temples and cheeks.
âIsnât that nice?âÂ
â-iceâ, you manage to squeak out because then you are unable to speak, scrunching your face up and grasping his arm.Â
âYou are so beautiful, my beloved. I love you so muchâ, he moans, head dizzy because of this situation.Â
You are writhing under him, hips bucking up to chase him and walls so tight around his length it is almost impossible not to orgasm. Giving you pleasure, making you feel good, is his biggest pleasure.
âYouâre taking me so well, you are so beautiful, so beautifulâŚâ
Jungkook grits his teeth and angles his hips differently to stimulate your sensitive spots. He keeps his length buried inside you for it, drawing circles.Â
You inhale loudly, reaching above you to twist the pillow. Your eyes spill tears because of the intensity with which he pleasures you. You have never felt like this before. The wand gives you shakes you truly cannot control. His length has never felt so filling before, so big and ever consuming. It is as if you are giving him your very soul right now.Â
âJungkookâ, his name leaves you in a desperate keen as you kick the sheets.
âDonât hold back, I will follow. I promise you, my little love.âÂ
He breaks you into a million pieces just as he patches you back up again at the same time. You thought that you screamed in bed before, but you hadnât. This is a true scream of pleasure, one so utterly soul bearing that Jungkook feels his eyes cross and roll back before he orgasms so deep inside you, he feels your walls quiver in reaction.Â
You and he ride out your shared highs in messy thrusts and rolls of your hips, falling in each otherâs arms afterwards to kiss sloppily. The emerald lies in the sheets, still vibrating but without use. Your fingers are in his hair, he cradles your face.
âI love you, I love you, I love youâ, he chants and you answer him with the very same words over and over and over again until your breath runs out and you need to catch it together.
You stay close, rubbing your noses together gently.
âHow are you feeling? Was I too rough?â he asks.
âYou were perfect. You felt so good. I, I never experienced such sensations beforeâ, you say.
âI know. You screamed. I never heard you scream like this before. My beloved, my eyes actually crossed because of it. I never felt my orgasm so intensely before.â
âMe neither. It was as if you were trying to crawl into me.âÂ
âAnd for me it was as if you wanted to consume me whole.â
You and he giggle, hugging each other.Â
âYou are going to drive me insane one day, ___ Pendragon.â
âGood. When the day comes, I will become mad with you, Jungkook Pendragon.â
He smiles, hiding his face in your neck.Â
âGood. I can accept that.â
âIt is decided then. We will become two mad raisins.â
He laughs, lifting his head to get lost in your eyes.Â
âPromise. We will become two mad raisins together. My precious, beloved loveâ, he whispers, cradling your cheek.
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The art of pleasure ch.1
Caress ° Bang Chan
When one girl in your class makes fun of you for being a virgin at a party, you are left distraught. It's only natural that you decide to whine about it to your best friend, Bang Chan; but he does more than lending a shoulder to cry on, he comes up with a solution. He and his 7 friends will help you and teach you all about the pleasure of the flesh. What could go wrong?
Genre: College AU, SMUT 18+ ONLY wc: 1431
Warnings: fraternity skz, inexperienced reader, experienced chan and stray kids, kissing, frat party, a bitch, insecurities
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A/N: Hello, thank you so much for the support on this series!! This chapter is pretty tame BUT IT IS THE FIRST, so don't worry about it!! Channie girls don't worry he's gonna get some later ;)
Another semester. Another party at the only frat house on campus, it was nothing out of the ordinary. The usual room filled with flowing alcohol and the usual people, dancing to the usual songs. Youâre sure it might be the idea of fun of some of the people that surrounded you but not yours, obviously not yours. That was why you were the only unusual thing in there. You werenât a party animal, you werenât so extroverted as to go to a party to have fun. Unfortunately it was also your best friendâs birthday who happened to be the president of the fraternity, so you really couldnât have said no to his invitation.Â
The scene in front of you shifted. A drunk girl started approaching you.
âOh my god, Y/N! Youâre here, Iâm so happy to see you,â the girl, from one of your classes, threw her arms around you and squeezed tightly. The feeling of her foreign body pressed against yours made you shiver uncomfortably.Â
âOh, câmon Y/Nnie, loosen up a little!â Alice said with a sly slime. Before you could commit murder in cold blood in front of your whole year, your two (out of three) friends pulled you away into a more secluded area of the room. In front of you laid a messy circle of people, intently focused on a spinning bottle.
âYuckâ
âI can't believe people still play spin the bottle at their old age,â Shuhua mumbled as disgusted as you.
âYou read my mind,Shu.â
âOmg Y/Nnie! You want to play spin the bottle? Wouldn't it be embarrassing tho? Since you're a virgin at your big age,â Alice fell into a fit of giggles, soon followed by her friends.
âGod, she cannot be serious,â you whispered to your friends while you all collectively side-eyed the bitch. And that was exactly what she was, nothing other than a bitch. But then why was your face burning in shame and your heart racing? Why were your palms sweating so much? You shouldn't have been that affected but you were.
For the whole night you couldnât help but think about Alice's words, because no matter how spiteful they were and how much of a bitch she was, they were also true. You were a virgin âat your big ageâ, but that had never bothered you until you had entered college. Never in your life had you seen so many people get involved with each other and in some ways you felt pushed aside and in the dark about this magical new world that everybody had already discovered, everybody but you.Â
The red solo cup in your hands wrinkled slightly under your fingertips as you squeezed it. You shouldnât have been thinking about those things, why were you hyperfocusing right now?
âYouâre supposed to collect the cups, babygirl, not strangle them,âa masculine voice pulled you out of your train of thoughts. Bang Chan, the birthday boy and your best friend. You and Chan had known each other since your first year of college, he had saved you from making a fool out of yourself the first day and walked you to your lecture hall. Since then he had stuck by your side and helped you make some new friends even if you were extremely picky with people.
âEw, Christopher, I told you not to call me that,â you grimaced at the cringey name. He just giggled.
âI know, but I like annoying you too much,â another giggle. A small smile threatened to break your âangryâ facade, this carefree side of him was a rare sight and the fact that he was showing it to you was making you giddy.
His warm hands snatched the trash bag away from you before clasping around your smaller ones.Â
âSeriously, what is going on?â
Lying wasnât an option, he was way too observant for his own good, he always knew when you lied even when you didnât yourself. You scoffed.
âJust something Alice said,'' and with that you tried to grab the bag from behind him to resume your job. No movement, he had an iron grip on you.
âWhat did she say?â
âJust her usual nagging, you know how she is,â you tugged and tried to get away from his grip to no avail.
âTell me,â he wasnât asking and that was obvious to the both of you.
âShe said that itâs embarrassing to be a virgin at my big age.â
Chan finally let your hands fall to your sides and in exchange wrapped his arms around you and squished you against his chest.
âBitch, she shouldnât have been here, she wasnât invited,â his chest rumbled with his words, âIâm sorry Y/N, I hope you know sheâs in the wrong.âÂ
With your arms wrapped around Chan and your face squished against his chest, with the gentleness of his voice caressing you, you found it hard to lie so you just stayed silent.
âOh baby, donât think about it, okay? Sheâs wrong and there is nothing wrong with you. Letâs go to bed, I can clean up tomorrow morning.â
For the whole night you tossed and turned with always the same thought in you mind, hoping not to wake Chan who was sleeping soundly next to you for once.It was no surprise that early in the morning you felt exhausted, your limbs were heavy and your mind was foggy, but you still couldnât fall asleep.Â
âDid you sleep at all? I heard you move around a lot,â Christopher groaned next to you, his arm lazily draped over your middle.
âSorry,â you tried to utter in your half dead state.
âI had an idea while I was sleeping,â he dragged your body against his and started to gently rub your arm to ease you to sleep. You only hummed in response.
âYou should let me and the kids teach you about sex, you know us and weâre good people, we would never push you to do anything. We can take anything at your own pace, weâll teach you well,â he spoke like he was saying the most natural thing in the world and not suggesting you get passed between him and his other seven friends. Sensing your confusion, Chan gently shushed you and started rubbing your arm again.
âThink about it, we can talk about it when you wake up.â
A witty response was about to come out of your mouth but darkness enveloped you like a hug. Chan hugged you tighter to his chest and sighed. âThat went wellâ, he thought.
When you woke up, a blinding light was filtering through the window. Damn Christopher who never closed the blinds.
âGood morning,â the said man chirped happily from next to you. The moment you laid your eyes on him, the conversation from that morning resurfaced to your mind. The frantic beating of your heart sent a shot of adrenaline through you.
âI take it you remember what I asked you,â he put his phone back on his nightstand to fully give you his attention.
âChris..â you started but he swiftly interrupted you.
âWeâre not doing it out of pity, we are all attracted to you, we wouldnât make it awkward and if you refuse itâs gonna be like it never happened,â Chris answered all of your questions like he could read your mind. You were confused, your heart (and your vagina) wanted to say yes but your head told you to refuse.Â
âFuck it, stop thinking.â
âOkay, letâs do it.â Chris stayed silent, only your synced breaths could be heard in the room. The tension was thick and full of desire.
âCan I kiss you, pretty girl? Just a kiss and you can stop me anytime you want.â
âYes, please.â With that Chris pulled you in his lap in mere seconds and attached your lips together. He wasted no time and pushed his tongue in your mouth, still his movements were gentle and slow just like yours were slow and hesitant. His whole persona dripped in gentle dominance, it made you hot and sweat and made your pussy throb. His hands roamed your body and tentatively groped around, testing your limits. Your lips moved more and more confidently the more time they were attached to Chanâs.
Your lungs burned from the lack of air but you didnât care, you were drunk on his touch, his taste, you were drunk on him.
Chan was the first to break the kiss and immediately giggled when you tried to kiss him again.
âPatience baby, we have a lot of time.â
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could you do a 3some between Charles and Lando where the reader is bratty and starts flirting with another driver just to get charles and landos attentions. so because lando and Charles are jealous they take the reader somewhere and fuck her senseless to teach her a lesson. so like super smutty. (bjs, pussy eating, oral, anal etc)
Attention Who** II Charles x Reader x Lando â
SUMMARY: Being used to the constant attention of not one but two men you can't stand it when you get "ignored" by both leading you to do something about it.
WARNINGS: **18+**, polyamorous relationship, smut, bratty reader, degradation.
A/N: Sorry for taking so long but here it is ;) hope you enjoy xx
Your eyes scrunched as the sun peaked through the curtains hitting your eyes directly. You huffed not ready to get up but knowing it was about time.
Stretching out a little you stretched your arms to the side ready to feel the bodies of your sleeping boyfriends but to your unpleasant surprise, your arms sunk down touching the cold bed instead.
You sat up, your sleepy eyes looking for any trace of them, freezing on the spot for a few seconds hoping to hear them somewhere around the hotel room.
This was odd. No, it wasn't unusual for them to leave you to head to work. But you were certainly used to being woken up to see them off, kisses being placed all over your body, or even woken up by a pleasant feeling between your legs but you got none of that.
In fact, you hadn't even had any of it last night. They had also left you alone in the afternoon, promising to come back to you at night, but you ended up falling asleep alone.
Now it seemed they had come and gone without a trace and it had now been well over 12 hours since you last saw and spoke to your boyfriends.
You grabbed your phone expecting to see a text from at least one of them but once more were sad to realize there was nothing. You would've gotten worried, maybe even more sad if it weren't for the pictures that soon popped up on your timeline of Charles and Lando arriving on track happy as ever.
Your sadness was quickly replaced with anger, not liking one bit of this lack of attention something you had yet to experience since you started dating the boys 5 months ago. This wasn't sitting right with you.
If they didn't want to give you any attention then so be it but you weren't going to make it easy for them. Getting up you took your time getting ready making sure you smelled wonderful, your hair looked shiny, your skin soft, your lips kissable, and your body irresistible with the outfit you picked out for the day.
Your tube top, mini skirt, and kitten heels left little to nothing to the imagination as you happily strolled through the paddock capturing the eyes of many.
You had purposefully arrived just in time for the press conference and media pen interviews to start. Both Charles and Lando were in the media pen today which is where you were headed with a very specific idea in mind.
Due to your uncommon relationship no one in the paddock knew you were dating both Charles and Lando, only aware of the fact you were close to both, a childhood friend to both, which helped the fact that no one batted an eye when you were a little too friendly with other drivers.
This time you knew whose attention you wanted. Arriving at the media pen you saw Charles already doing an interview, his back turned to you while Lando was waiting for his turn.
You saw him notice you, his eyes quickly scanning your outfit and the anger that filled his eyes before he was called to his interview.
You smirked spotting Franco outside the media pen waiting to be called in.
"Hey, I don't think we've met I'm y/n." You introduced yourself. You didn't miss the way his eyes dropped down to your body before meeting your eyes.
"I'm Franco, you know I've always wanted to meet you." He smirked cheekily.
You were a fool not to admit this man had charm. "Why's that?" You added a flirty tone to your voice usually reserved for your boyfriends.
"Well, you seem to have Charles and Lando wrapped around their fingers wanted to see what that's all about." He closed the distance between you both.
You laughed, your cheeks reddening and that's when you felt a second gaze on you. Looking up you saw Charles's eyes on you, his eyes filled with the same anger that filled Lando's. Now you had both their attention.
Your hand flirtily patted Franco's chest. "Well, I'd be happy to show you."
"Hmm, well that's my day made then." Franco smiled as he shamelessly cupped your jaw dragging his thumb across your bottom lip as if to wipe some of your gloss that was out of place.
You were only human, caught in the moment you failed to notice Charles deciding he'd seen enough only snapped out of the moment when you felt him grab your arm.
"Keep your hands to yourself." Charles stepped in between you and Franco.
Luckily for Franco, he was called into the media pen the same second.
"What the f*ck was that?" Charles turned to ask you.
You dismissed him, watching as Franco walked into the media pen looking back to shoot you a look.
Charles cupped your face bringing your attention back to him. "What is this?!"
"What the f*ck are you wearing?" Lando soon joined you standing behind you caging you between them.
You again dismissed the question your eyes back on Franco who had started his interview although his eyes remained trained on you.
"Really?!" you heard Charles scoff before he cupped your cheek once again only this time pulling you into a heavy kiss.
You were surprised, to say the least, unable to resist the action you simply grabbed at Charles's arms waiting for him to pull away, and once he did you had forgotten all about your previous teases.
"Let's go." Lando grabbed your hand.
"The cameras." your voice was small and shy as you looked around seeing the amount of camera that had just captured the moment.
"It's about time they knew who you belong to," Charles smirked this time as he followed after you and Lando whos grip was tight around your hand as he led you away from the pen.
There was no point in you fighting as Lando pulled you into his driver's room Charles quickly stepped in with you as he locked the door behind him.
"Wanna tell us what that little show was about?" Charles asked you as they once again caged you between them.
You shrugged again, leaning back onto Lando's chest to take some pressure off your feet. You felt Lando's arm wrap over your waist his hand resting over your stomach.
"What did we do?" Lando humored you.
You sighed dramatically "More like what didn't you do."
"It's not even noon what could we have possibly done wrong already?" Charles laughed.
"hmm yeah, you're right." you stepped to the side crawling up onto Lando's massage bed giving them a beautiful view of the lace underneath your skirt. "I love going to bed and waking up alone with not a word from my boyfriends, makes a girl feel real special."
"You didn't get dinner with her last night?" Charles turned to Lando.
"No, I thought you would? When I got home you were both asleep already?" Lando asked Charles just as surprised.
"I thought you got dinner with her and hit the gym. Like this morning when you were already gone."
"I was in the shower!" Lando scolded his boyfriend.
"I went to the gym then came to the track!" Charles raised his voice back.
"You didn't drive with her here?!" Lando gasped.
"I'm gonna go find Franco." you got up from the massage bad ready to head back out.
"Don't you dare-" You yelped as you were pulled back onto the massage bed.
"We fucked up the baby but this-" Lando cupped your barely clothed core making you gasp. "uncalled for."
"Our darling doesn't get attention for a few hours and she's already whoring herself out?" Charles tskd.
"You really think that boy can make you cum the way we do?" Lando shoved a finger inside you, swirling it around making your hips buck with it.
"Why don't you give me the chance to find out?" Despite getting the attention you wanted it didn't mean you still weren't pissed off.
Charles laughed. "Nice try."
Before you could bite back you were silenced by your own gasp as Lando came down on you. He didn't waste any time as he licked his tongue all across your pussy before taking the time to flick your clit.
"Is this what you wanted?" Lando momentarily stopped making you whine.
"Stop whining and put that mouth to use." Charles shoved his cock in your mouth as Lando continued licking you out.
You were struggling, struggling to suck Charles as Lando without warning started fucking you relentlessly.
"F*ck let me get inside her," Charles said to Lando as he pulled out causing you to whine again.
"I was almost cummin-" you cried as this was the 4h time Lando had taken you to the edge only to stop.
"Why don't you get Franco to finish the job huh?" Lando teased.
Charles grabbed you, holding you up before sliding under you on the massage bed.
"Pass me my phone and I'll glad-" you were quickly silenced again as Charles slipped into you.
"He'll never get you this full darlin-" Lando kissed one of your ass cheeks before thrusting into your second hole.
"F*CK!" You moaned as there was no prior preparation.
"Sh*t she's soaking me," Charles smirked as your juices started dripping down the base of his cock.
"Pathetic to think she wanted to try this with someone else." Lando laughed.
"I'm gonna cum!" You let your body fall down on top of Charles as your body began to tremble with the oncoming orgasm.
"Should we let her?" Lando teased as he started to slow down.
"NO!" You yelled. "Please please Lan I'll be good I promise. Please-Charlie please let me cum!" You begged your boyfriends your previous confidence replaced with pure desperation.
"She's asked so nicely Lando, and we did fuck up a little," Charles smirked, loving to hear you beg. He pulled your lips to his into a sloppy kiss as they both picked up their pace.
You moaned into Charles's mouth as you came undone, your legs trembling as you momentarily lost control of your body. You could feel as if they both came inside you, filling you up completely. They were right, no one could ever fill you like them.
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His Queen
Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Reader
Summary: You and Aegon are trapped in an arranged marriage, but you've both done your best to deal with it. Aegon admits to you that he has his doubts about being king. You do your best to offer him comfort despite having your reservations.
Warnings: Smut, Oral (fem receiving), Slight angst, mentions of arranged marriage, mentions of infidelity
A/n: No beta, so I apologize for any grammar and spelling mistakes.
You groan, fluffing your pillow as you turn onto your side. Your eyes beg you to go back to sleep, but your mind seems intent on keeping you awake. You slide a hand over to the left side of the bed. The sheets where Aegon rested had grown cold. You frowned, longing for his warmth. He had been here when you went to sleep, just as he has been every night for the past week.
Since becoming king, Aegon has been different. He is taking a more active and involved role, not just as king but also as a husband and father.Â
A great wave of weariness washes over you, taking your energy along with it. It leaves nothing but a sting of melancholy and humiliation in its wake. Perhaps you were a fool to think Aegon had changed. Had he slipped back into his old ways so soon? Where was he now, you wondered. In some brothel on the street of silk or in some filthy flea-bottom rat pit? You shake your head, trying to stop being so pessimistic.
Slowly, you got out of bed and pulled your robe over your nightgown. You pull your hair to the side as you slide on a pair of slippers. The castle was quiet and dark, though that was no surprise considering how late it was. You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to fight off the chill in the air. Maester Orwyle believed the summer was finally coming to an end.
Your eyes wander around, lazily observing the same walls you have seen a thousand times before. Your mind turns back to your husband. The marriage had been arranged by your father and the late King Viserys. Your mother had wished you to marry the Lord of Seagard, Lord Jorah Mallister, but your father refused. What is a lord compared to a prince, he said.
Neither you nor Aegon had been happy about it. But somehow, you managed to coexist; you had little choice otherwise. Over the years, you had found yourself growing quite fond of him. He was charismatic and very easy on the eyes without even trying. Though you were unsure if he shared your feelings, it was so hard to tell. He was always off doing whatever he did with his spare time.
The sound of clinking metal echoed in the air. Your eyes land upon an alert Ser Arryk. Though the tense knight relaxed when he realized it was you. He removed his hand from the hilt of his sword and bowed his head.
âYour grace.â
âSer Arryk,â you greet him courteously.
 âIs he alone?â You asked, gesturing towards the giant closed doors that concealed the throne room.Â
You could see how the king guard tensed up again; a look of pity flickered in his eyes. It was a look you had grown accustomed to over the years. Your husband's indiscretions were well known throughout the city.
Ser Arryk nodded, âYes, your grace.â
You take a step forward, and the knight quickly takes the hint. He pushed open one of the doors just enough for you to slip past it before pulling it closed again. The room was so quiet. Even the soft thuds your feet made against the stone floor echoed. The walk to the throne felt like it stretched on for hours.Â
You could see Aegon in the distance. His silver-gold hair contrasted beautifully against the grim, gray walls of the throne room. The man stands at the foot of the steps, dressed down in his nightwear.
The iron throne was said to be made of the thousand swords of the conquerorâs enemies. Regardless of whether that was true, the throne was certainly a ghastly thing to look at.
The iron throne casts a large shadow that stops at the bottom of the steps, right at Aegonâs feet, threatening to engulf him.
âYou disappeared. I was worried something had happened,â you said, breaking the silence in the room.
Aegon turned his head to look at you. He had a startled look on his face. Had he not heard you coming?
âI apologize, my queen. I did not wish to disturb you with my restlessness.âÂ
You fiddle with the sleeves of your robe. The title of queen was something you hadnât entirely warmed up to yet. In truth, you werenât sure what you thought of all of this.Â
âI wouldnât have minded. Itâs better than waking up alone.â
A look of hurt and guilt washed over his face. You quickly came to regret your words.
âI'm sorry. Just forget I said anything,â you added nervously. âI shall leave you be.â
You quickly turn to leave, but before you can take a step, a voice calls out, âDonât go!â
The urgency and desperation in his tone make you freeze. You crane your neck to look back at him. His dark eyes are wide and glossy.
âI mean,â he cleared his throat. âI would enjoy your company.â
You remain frozen, at a loss for words. He had never actively sought your company before. Aegonâs cheeks grow red, and he quickly adds, âThough youâre free to go if you wish.â
He quickly turns back around, facing the throne. You stare at the back of his head, your eyes following the waves of his hair. It had grown out quite a bit. That was also something you were not used to. He usually preferred to keep it short.
The soft thuds of your slippers hitting the ground echo in the air once more. You slowly move to stand by his side.
âDo you think I can do it?â He asked suddenly.
Aegonâs voice wavers as the question leaves his lips. You turn your head to look at him. His body is tense, and he keeps his eyes forward, not looking at you.
In a way, he reminds you of a child, your child, your sweet little Jaehaerys. He is your husband's heir now. One day, he will stand in this very spot. You wonder if he will have the same doubts.
Your eyes follow his gaze to the throne. You had wondered the same thing many times before. A deep, weary sigh escaped from your lips.
âI donât know,â you answer honestly.
From the corner of your eyes, you can see him wince at your words.Â
âI do not wish to lie to you, husband. I cannot say for certain if you will be a good king. But I do believe,â you take his hand into yours. âthat you have a kind heart. And if you try, really try , you may surprise us all.â
He offers your hand a little squeeze. âI want to try. I just- I donât know how. My father never prepared me for this.â
âNo one prepared him either, yet he found his path. In time, you will too.â
An uneasy smile stretched across his lips. He shook his head slightly before lowering it. His eyes trained on the ground. âI donât even know where to start.â
âHey,â you coax as you move to stand before him.Â
Your free hand gently cups his face, urging him to look up at you. His eyes are vast and glossier than youâve ever seen them. You can see the slight tremble in his bottom lip. He leans into the warmth of your palm. You run your thumb up and down his cheekbone.Â
âYou are not alone in this, Aegon. You have your small council and your grandfather, who has advised two kings bef-â
âAnd you?â He queried.
Aegonâs violet eyes shift back and forth between your eyes as if he were searching for something.Â
âYes,â you nodded. âYou have me.â
His hands rest on your hips, pulling you closer. Soon, your chest is pressed against his. You can feel his warm breath on your face. You catch a whiff of the sweet arbor red that lingers on his tongue. Aegon lowers his head, nudging his nose against yours. Your lips just barely graze each other.Â
A heat climbed up your face, making it feel like your skin was on fire. Unable to handle the growing need in your stomach, you lift yourself onto your toes, pressing your lips to his. Aegon responds immediately, moving his soft lips against yours.
This kiss was different. Different from the chaste kiss you shared on your wedding day or the sloppy drunk kisses you shared during the few times he joined you in your marital bed.Â
Aegon kissed you with a desperation and hunger that you had never experienced before. Your arms wound around his neck, needing him even closer to you if possible. You let him lead you through the kiss, primarily due to your lack of experience but also because you find yourself becoming lightheaded.Â
You feel dizzy like the world is spinning. You're running out of breath, lungs burning from the lack of air, but no part of you wants to stop this.
Aegon takes the initiative to pull away first. A pathetic whine passes through your lips. You lean forward, eager to feel his lips on yours again, but he doesnât let you. He grabs your arms, pulling them away from his neck.
âCome with me,â he said, taking one of your hands into his.
You struggled to keep up with him as he pulled you behind him. Your feet sluggishly climbed up the stairs to the iron throne.
âWhat are you doing?â You asked as you reached the top.
âTake a seat,â he replied, not answering your question.
You eyed him suspiciously, unsure of what he was planning to do. Your eyes scanned the empty throne room, ensuring no one was watching you. A devilish smile rested on his lips as he gestured towards the throne. You hold onto his hand as you lower yourself onto the throne made of swords.Â
Your body is tense, and you struggle not to let the fear of being pricked overwhelm you.
âHow does it feel?â
You struggle to come up with an answer. You were frightened, but you could not deny the sense of power and strength that filled your chest. Suddenly, you could understand why so many people lusted after the throne.
âItâs ... nice.â
Aegon lets out a hearty laugh, and you turn your head away, mortified.
âMy sweet little wife,â he mused, leaning down to kiss your head.
You stay silent, reeling with embarrassment. You close your eyes, wishing this was all a dream and that you would soon be back in the comfort of your own bed.
Warm hands slipping under your nightgown make you gasp. Your head snaps forward to find your husband kneeling before you. Aegonâs warm hands rest on your calves. You squeeze your legs together as tightly as you can.
âWhat are you doing?!â You whispered harshly, taken aback by his audaciousness.
His eyes flickered up towards yours, staring at you. âI want to try something.â
The gleam in his eyes sends a shiver down your spine.
âWhat?â You asked, though you believe you have some understanding of what he means.
Some of the more... bolder ladies at court loved to gossip and share stories of their late-night trysts with their husbands and paramours. You have heard a few stories about men who enjoy... feasting on their lovers. It was something you had never heard of before, let alone experienced. A part of you wondered if it was even true.
You had thought of asking Aegon about it, as he was quite... familiar with the ways of lovemaking, but you could not bring yourself to repeat what you had heard.
âTrust me,â he said, a grin reaching his lips. âI believe you will enjoy it.â
You stare at him, taking a deep breath before nodding. His warm hands slid up high, caressing your knees as he pushed them apart. You gasped, knees immediately trying to clamp shut to preserve some of your dignity. But Aegon doesnât let you.Â
He keeps a firm grip on your knees, keeping you spread open for him. Your nightgown is hitched up above your knees. The cold night air makes your skin prickle with goosebumps. The heat that was climbing up your face earlier spreads throughout your entire body. You want to close your eyes and turn away, but you cannot bring yourself to look away from him.
His eyes no longer stare into yours. Instead, his violet eyes remained focused between your legs. He glides his hands up your thighs, inching your dress higher until, finally, your cunt is exposed. But he doesnât touch it. Instead, he moves his palms down, rubbing circles on your outer thighs.
The way Aegon touches you now differs from his usual impatient and rough approach. His hands seem almost reverent as they fondle your soft, plush thighs.
âAegon,â you gasped as he lowered his head, pressing his lips to your right inner thigh.Â
His hair fell forward, covering his face, but you believed you could feel him smirking against your skin. Suddenly, you felt him nip at the sensitive skin of your thigh. A sharp cry leaves your lips.
ââm sorry,â he murmured against your skin as he kissed the bite.
His lips move up higher to the crook of your thigh. Your mouth hung slightly open, and a shaky breath passed through your lips. Being naked and exposed to him was nothing new, but having him so close like this was. Having his eyes and lips so close to your most intimate area was very new.
âCan you open them a bit more?â He asked, looking up at you.
You swiped your tongue across your lips before nodding. You were finally able to shut your eyes as you spread your legs wider, hoping it was enough.
âYouâre perfect,â he said in awe.
A hot wetness glides over your aching cunt, making your entire body jolt. You let out a noise that is somewhere between a gasp and a cry as you try to draw your legs closed, but you're unable to, not with Aegon nestled between your thighs. His shoulders keep you spread open for his view and pleasure.
Aegonâs tongue was delivering the most exquisite pleasure you had ever experienced. He lapped up and down your folds, savoring your taste, before caressing your clit, alternating movements from up and down and side to side.
You look down, finding him peering up at you. His violet eyes locked onto you, watching your every expression, listening to every sound as he unraveled you beneath him. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, from the top of your head all the way down to your toes. All the air that fills your lungs is gone in an instant.
âAegon- mmm,â his name leaves you like a meager whine.
His tongue works ardently between your splayed thighs, feasting upon you like a man starved. You find yourself enamored by the soft, tantalizing, wet sound his mouth is producing. One of your hands reached down, entangling itself in his messy silver waves. He moans against you, and the feeling has you arching your back.Â
Your eyes rolled back as the pleasure quickly began to overwhelm you. Your chest rose and fell repeatedly, your hard nipples rubbing against the fabric of your nightgown. You did not know how much more you would be able to take.
Sinful cries and whimpers echoed throughout the throne room, but you could not bring yourself to care. How could you possibly think of anything else when your husband was sending wave after wave of pleasure through your body?Â
Then, he slips a finger inside of you.Â
âAegon!â You cried out, so close to reaching your peak, yet not wanting this to end.
He easily adds another. His fingers move at a torturous, methodical pace. The pads of his fingers rub against your spongy walls, favoring that spot that makes you gasp and squeal. He catches your clit between his lips, suckling on it as if it were a treat. You gripped his head, rocking into his mouth.
You could feel a familiar heat building up in your lower stomach. The tension was almost unbearable. The world around you seemed to blur; all your senses honed in on Aegon and the pleasure only he could give you.Â
You panted out curses and his name, shuddering at the warm pleasure that filled your entire body.
A groan erupts from the back of his throat, so guttural, it makes you weak. You glanced down and found him still watching you. His dark eyes entranced you, not allowing you to look away.Â
Your legs and back stiffened, your stomach tightened, and your breath halted. You clamped your eyes shut and moaned out his name as you finally reached your peak.Â
You remove your hand from his hair and tap his shoulder. Thankfully he pulled away with little protest, allowing your senses to calm down as your peak reached its end. Your back is aching from sitting upright for so long. You lean back a little, hoping to find relief, but the iron throne offers none.Â
You're unsure how much time passes before you can properly catch your breath again. Soft fingers interlace with yours, bringing you back to the present. You blink, trying to fight off the drowsiness that is steadily creeping up on you. Aegon is still kneeling before you, with a self-satisfying look on his face.
âI told you youâd like it.â
You let out a breathy laugh and tried to push him away. However, you lacked the strength to do so.
âJust... give me a moment. Then I shall help you.â
âMmh,â he hummed. âThat wonât be necessary, my queen.â
You frowned. âWhat do you mean?â
He smirked and glanced down at his lap before looking back at you. You sat up and looked down to find a dark wet spot that covered the front of his trousers. Your face heated up again, and a coy smile made its way onto your lips.
âThatâs too bad,â you sigh. âI was hoping we could play some more.â
Aegonâs smirk is gone, replaced with a more serious look. âI just need a moment. Then Iâll take you right here.â
You laugh at his enthusiasm. âIâm more than willing to go again, but not here. I prefer the comfort of our bed.â
Aegon nods and quickly stands to his feet. He helps you stand and holds you close to his side as the two of you leave the throne room.Â
âYour grace,â Ser Arryk bows as the two of you make it out of the room.
You gulped, mortified, realizing what the poor white cloak had just endured.Â
âSer Arryk,â Aegon smiled. âThe Queen and I shall be returning to our bedchamber now.â
The knightâs eyes flickered toward you before quickly averting his gaze. It was not hard to tell that the man was flustered. You shot him an apologetic smile even though he would not look at you.
âYes, your grace.â He replied, dutifully following behind the two of you as you returned to your bedchamber. Youâll have to convince Aegon to find some way to make it up to him.
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