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occamstfs · 9 months ago

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Follow Your Nose

Robin's not happy about visiting his student's frat house but with each heady breath he finds new pleasures to be gained from the experience.

Another Musk based Frat TF! Not breaking new ground but I like how this one turned out haha! Also in the wake of my contest I'm restarting the queue on my other blog so if you want to see what I read/have any burning questions send them over there! Hope you enjoy this little scent-centric romp! -Occam

Robin hated being on this side of campus; he doesn't know why on Earth he agreed to do a homecall for office hours. Totally unprofessional of course, but the grad student was simply so tired of sitting in his cold office for nary a soul to show up. When Carlos reached out asking for some one on one assistance the T.A. agreed to venture to what he was told was a common study area. What Carlos hid from Robin was that it just so happened to be his frat’s living room.

The researcher almost turned around and rain checked as soon as he saw. But after Carlos texted to thank him for his help, whatever scholarly version of the Hippocratic oath he took compels him to continue onward despite himself. It of course doesn’t hurt that the slightly younger man seems to have been made in a lab to attract Robin. Though the professional has done his absolute best to remain professional and push down the repressed desire. Though as he steps in this is made far more difficult.

Carlos welcomes him into the frat house clad in a far too tight, clearly stained, tee and what seem to be, impossibly gaudy, similarly tight, athletic shorts. Immediately Robin’s face sears with blush and the smirk that is almost always at home on Carlos’ face grows wider. Before the fratty fiend can get a word in the grad student speaks up, fighting through an embarrassing voice crack, “uHm- Mr. Esperanza if you wouldn’t mind, could you change into something more appropriate for our session?” Carlos tilts his head, deliberately exposes his midriff as he scratches it. After a moment he laughs and answers remembering why he’s dressed like this, “Oh sure sure no problema bro.”

Robin’s eye twitches as his student opts for bro rather than his title, name, or anything vaguely respectful. The T.A. hears the man’s hands scratching thick hair out of sight before he sniffs his hand and rubs his jaw, continuing, “It’s just uhhh, my laundry’s still in the machine so this is all I could throw on before you got in huhuh.” Robin holds his tongue from deriding the man’s shoddy planning, I mean for god’s sake they had an appointment!

So intent on hiding his attraction to, and irritation at, his student, Robin doesn’t quite catch the glint in his eye as Carlos offers an idea, “if you wouldn’t mind, uhhh, professor? You could go grab me some pants or somethin’” Not wanting to correct Carlos’ switch up to a title far loftier than his own and before he can even humor the idea that he’d wander deeper into the frat house, the bro thanks him as if he’s already agreed. “Thanks much lil bro- I’ll get us all set up here. It’ll be the third door on your right but you can probably just follow your nose hahah!”

Robin squints his eyes at the brazen assumption that he’d do anything of the sort. And yet, preferring anything to confrontation, he acquiesces with a sigh. The faster they start the faster Robin’s out of here. But a step down the hallway his nose wrinkles as he realizes that Carlos was not being cute, he can genuinely smell the laundry room far down the hall. Taking a deep breath and centering himself before the air is full of more musky sweat than oxygen, he shifts his jaw in irritation at the situation he stumbled himself into and presses onward.

Robin pushes open the unreasonably heavy door of the laundry room and enters. He hears the door slam but keeps his eyes forward as he endeavors to spend as little time in here as possible. Pushing down rational questioning of why he is doing this, in his haste he makes the mistake of opening the washing machine rather than a dryer that would presumably hold Carlos’ clothes. Before he even realizes his mistake he is almost blasted back by the potent musk spilling out of the drum. Choking out a ‘why wasn’t this run…” as his eyes glaze over and he is overwhelmed by the scent.

It’s as if there are more particles of sweat in the air than, uh, air. His mouth falls open to avoid smelling but that only heightens the experience and leads to him taking deeper breaths. Despite everything in him screaming to leave now, Robin feels himself drawn towards the machine that simply must have been intentionally compiled to smell as musky as possible. As the seconds pass Robin feels his body begin to move of its own accord, like an out of body experience he sees himself inch closer to the machine. There’s a struggled swallow as he is suddenly conscious that he is drooling at the scent of the frat’s dirty laundry.

When his hand reaches into the filthy load of laundry he feels his autonomy return and he quickly draws back. Clothes almost crunchy with sweat, and other substances, he stands stunned as he tries to understand what he just did, why he did that. Only then does he notice that he is so hard that anyone who glanced in his direction would notice. It almost hurts as his cock strains against his underwear and pulses with deep need.

Priority rapidly shifting to hiding his massive erection should Carlos stumble in Robin opts to adjust his pants. Rather than doing it surreptitiously as he would usually do, he shoves his hand directly in his underwear in a manner distinctly boorish. Notably he also plods around his underpants with his dominant hand, the same one that only just left the frat’s collection of their dirtiest tops, bottoms, and drawers.

Stained hand now touching his cock he is overwhelmed with the desire to never remove it from this spot again. Drool still pooling in his mouth, Robin almost forgets his surroundings as cock seems more impressive than it’s ever been before now. Or no, his hand seems larger, rougher, more powerful. He squints as the seconds pass and the sensations continue to shift before he looks down to find that his bulge is indeed larger than he has ever seen it. Biting his lip he glances at the door and, demonstrating his clearly fading rationality, decides ‘fuck it’ and pulls out his cock.

Haloed with pubes that are growing thicker, spreading further, with each quivering breath and graced touch from his stained hand. Pre drips from the head of his thicker cock as it stands high, beginning to rival the length of his forearm as it inches longer with each heartbeat, each uncontrollable pulse. He cups his balls to remove them from his underwear and is again struck dumb. God they’re itchy.

He scratches at them as his nails almost draw back into his hand, to the eye of an observer they shift from manicured to the deliberately uncared for, dirty nails of a frat bro. Thus he must dig even deeper to satisfy his itching balls as long, thick curls begin to spread across them. Each drag across finds them larger than they were less than a second before. Each mindless scratch they hang lower, stretch his sack larger as his balls begin to rival the size of eggs and churn to fill him with hormones that will make it all the harder for him to think his way out of this, or any, room.

Despite his mind awash, feeling his hand begin to mindlessly move to start masturbating in this frat’s laundry room he regains his senses. Fear suddenly overwhelms his lusts and need for pleasure as he tries to inspect his body. Looking down at his hands he finds they both have changed and the horrors have not stopped there. Thick dark hair and a haphazard tan have spread up his forearms and as he feels heat begin to burn on his bicep it’s clear this is a situation still ongoing. Robin struggles to stand and falls over on his face, squarely landing in some brute’s discarded briefs. Fighting back a smirk as he is inoculated with a direct dose of his frat brother’s musk, Robin rolls over in fear of the changes that must be about to begin on his face.

His nose adjusts as memories of breaking it twice assert themselves into his mind. Rob feels his biceps bulge against his forearms as he raises his hands to his face. Grunting and ignoring how much deeper his voice is as it echoes in the room, he talks to himself to begin his flight, “Mrgh, I gotta, get out of here.” Trying to pull his pants up, before they can even struggle to cover his monumental bulge and increasingly cushioned ass, his jeans are caught on his thighs. Muscle and fat press larger as they become two massive meaty trunks. Dropping the pants to inspect his suddenly impressive legs he flexes them and goes weak at the knees as desire tries to take over once more.

Rob only just fights these rising instincts and makes for the door. Then does he find the most clearly sinister aspect of this situation yet, it’s locked. His uhh, boy? His bro. Yeah his bro trapped him in here. Fuckin’ Carlos did this to him on purpose he bets. Leaning against the door he finds his breathing suddenly inhibited by the tight shirt that he’s been wearing. Seeing his waist has apparently filled out, his stomach quivers with butterflies. He’s always been envious of his bro’s forms but man he looks just as killer huhuh. His widening upper body sends tears through the shirt without his hands even needing to tear the top off.

Dressed in nothing but torn shreds on the floor of the, er his, frat’s laundry room Rob’s clouded mind observes the final touches of his new form. Weighty pecs pulse larger and hang over his new thick torso. Hamhock thighs frame a bulge that would make any mouth water. He scratches stubble growing thicker on his face while he begins to thoughtlessly masturbate against the laundry room door. Stretching his neck as it thickens to hold up a head growing thicker and mind growing duller, his mouth falls open and he appreciates the musk of his bros as if it's the most pleasant thing in the world to him. Were this the rest of his life the horny bro wouldn’t mind. Rubbing his torso as thick curls begin to decorate him like a beast. Treasure trail stretching from pubes thicker than foliage. He raises his free arm to bathe in his own musk.

His mouth waters as he realizes he doesn’t need to use these other’s fucker clothes to get off! He’s got the sweet stuff right here. Any shreds remaining of the prudish, frat-phobic teacher’s assistant vacate as he delights in his own pit. Thickening curls spread outward from deep in his pits as a truly voluminous mass begins to press out from under his arms. His tongue stretches out from his mouth into the jungle as it grows thicker, perpetually soaked in his new musk. And then Rob loses control. Decorating the walls and himself and finally adding his own mess to their little ode to locker rooms everywhere.

Tongue out enjoying himself in what is apparently his new home, sweat begins to pool under the man’s discovery of new delights. It seems like forever for him but in reality, a few minutes later he feels the door push into him, “Yooo bro what’s takin’ you so long?” Carlos opens the door and pinches his nose to avoid the stink of the room and the overpowering scent of Rob’s first time.

Rob’s dumb smirk and glazed eyes meet Carlos’ mischievous grin and the new brother speaks in his new bass, “Uhhh, didn’t you lock me in here bro?” His brother stifles laughter and ruffles Rob’s sweaty new haircut, “You dumbass huhuh- It’s a pull door.” It takes a few seconds for Carlos’ words to sink in but after realizing that he simply forgot how doors work he joins in laughing loud enough to shake the foundations of their frat house. “Brooo huhuh!”

“Now throw something on so we can figure this shit out!” Rob goes to grab clothes from some stray hamper filled with someone’s dirty laundry and heads out. Walking out of his musky captivity, Rob finds a new warmth fill him as he wanders into the house, into his house. The frat didn’t quite need a new member but Carlos is more than happy to make the most out of his new brother. Not all of them are so unabashedly into their own musk but judging by Rob’s changes and the already returning erection in his shorts, Carlos can’t wait to see what the two of them will get up to in their new lives together.

#male tf #mental change #male transformation #muscle tf #dumber #hair growth #musk tf #jockification #frat bro tf #fratification

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readwritealldayallnight · 8 months ago

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“-was seventy-five degrees in Phoenix, the sky a perfect, cloudless blue. I was wearing my favourite sh- are you sure you want to listen to this, Si?” You giggled, shutting your book in favour of leaning your cheek against your forearm, tilting your head back far enough to catch Simon’s eye behind you. “I could always read whatever you’ve started, wouldn’t bother me.”

“Not the deal, lovie.” He answers, scooching further up the bed to where you’re laying on your stomach, head just as the edge of the bed so that your arms can comfortably hold the book at eye level. “S’your turn after all. You read me whatever you like.”

It’s true, it is your turn tonight. You forget how long ago this started, though you remember how the idea came about, Simon complaining about his back one evening while the two of you were laying on the couch together, each reading a book, quietly enjoying the others company. He was home for only a few days that time, and you’d insisted that he spend at least a full 24 hours doing nothing but resting and relaxing, a feat easier said than done with that man.

“Why don’t you let me rub your back?” You’d suggested, setting your book down.

“No love, you don’t have to be doin’ that,” he’d shaken his head, though you could see he was doing so reluctantly. His back really was hurting him something fierce. “Besides, I’m at the good part. Don’ wanna put this down just yet.” He’d gestured towards the thick novel in his hands, some war book, of course. His idea of relaxing.

“Oh come on,” you’d insisted, wanting to do this for him. You had tugged the blanket off your lap, coming to stand next to the couch, watching him raise a brow at you. “I can totally massage your back while you read, best of both worlds. Go on, flip over on your stomach.”

“Usually I’m the one tellin’ you tha- hey!” He had obliged you, turning over onto until he’s laying on his front, trying to hid the wince of discomfort that came with the movement. You’d swatted at his ass following his little comment, but your soft hands were already coming to slip under his shirt, skimming along both smooth and scarred skin alike. “But you were enjoyin’ your book too, love.” He tried to protest again, though his eyes were already rolling to the back of his head at the feeling of your touch, loving fingers squeezing at his strong, sore muscles.

“Why don’t you read out loud to me?” You’d suggested to him.

“Not sick o’ my voice yet?”

“Mm, never.” You came to straddle his behind, planting a knee on either side of him, leaning closer to whisper to him. “Favourite sound in the world actually.”

Simon was grateful you couldn’t see his face at this moment, as he was certain he’d gone beet red.

“Well, you let me know when you change your mind.” He grumbled, opening his book back up, clearing his throat and picking up where’d last left off. Three chapters later, your barely noticed how sore your hands were in comparison to how full your heart was, listening to Simon’s voice go from begrudgingly reading the passages to you, his tone slowly gaining enthusiasm as he became lost in the story once more, smiling to himself whenever he’d hear a small noise come from you in reaction to his reading, a gasp of surprise of a hum of agreement.

He’d gone to bed that night and slept better than he had in a long time, back feeling like a dream, and woke up the next day, asking if he could return the favour. Soon, the evening pass time of one of you massaging the other’s back while they read aloud whatever book they’re currently reading, became one of your favourite, most cherished memories with Simon, the tender moment so pure, knowing he looked forward to these small moments as much as you did.

The two of you had gone through so many genres in the last few months, you’d lost track, every type of book being brought off the shelf. Though you didn’t always share the same tastes in books, you could still enjoy the sound of your lover reading something that they love to you. Simon was always a good sport about your picks in particular, but tonight you couldn’t help but question whether he really would want to sit through your pick of the week.

“I’m not even sure if it would be better or worse to have you watch the movie first.” You say, your words nearly coming out in a moan at the end when his strong hands reach a tender spot in your back.

“Jus’ read me the book, cheeky girl, before I try an’ get more o’ them noises out o’ ya.” He decides for you, giving your ass a quick squeeze before returning to his diligent task of rubbing your back.

You decide you’ll listen to the Lieutenant this one time, opening up your book and starting again.

Who knows, maybe Simon will like vampires.

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musings-ofthe-unamused · 3 months ago

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Rookie Reporter (Hawks x f!Reader)

A/N: I've been writing this one for a long time and I finally finished! It's a long one, but I hope you enjoy

Dont forget to like & reblog <3

Warnings: Hawks, yandere Hawks, abusive work place, manipulation, gaslighting

Wordcount: 5.7k

Ask Box: Open

Reporters were the bane of every hero's existence. They wanted nothing but a good scoop on whatever and whoever they could find. Hardcore hero fanatics called them the scum of the earth; even worse than some villains. Some of your friends were disgusted when they found out you wanted to go to college for journalism. But they just didn't understand. You weren't going to be a reporter. You were going to be a journalist, someone who seeks the truth and only the truth.

It wasn't easy. You wish that your enthusiasm had gotten you far, but when you graduated, you had trouble finding a job. Now you were working at a small-time news company. You looked down at your camera, shuffling through the blurry pictures you had taken. Your boss decided for you first job he would send you out to tail the number two hero. Why was this given to someone with no experience? Because your boss had faith in you. At least, that's what he said. You were special. You were talented. It's why he hired you. You scrunched your nose as you peeked around the corner. Hawks was surrounded by a group of small kids, feathers surrounding them as he smiled down at them. You put the viewfinder up to your eye and took even more pictures.

As Hawks moved away, you continued to try and follow him inconspicuously. This isn't what you wanted. You didn't want to follow some random hero to see if he would fuck up and make a mistake. Especially if he was the number two and one of the most popular heroes with the public. You had nothing against Hawks and it felt dirty to do this. He was known for being laid back and friendly with everyone. The only "newsworthy" thing about him is his relationship with Endeavor, who is less than friendly. You hid behind another building. This was stupid!! This was totally and completely stupid. You were going to take a few more pictures and then call it a day. As you peeked out the corner again, you saw that your vision was blocked by a torso.

"Excuse me, you're blocking my- oh shit."

"Oh shit is right." Hawks was staring down at you, his arms crossed. "Why are you following me?"

You didn't answer. Instead, you did what your boss told you to do if you got caught: you turned around and started walking away. If you pretended like you didn't know what he was talking about, he would just leave you alone. That's what you told yourself. Even as you heard his steps behind you as you walked, you acted like you knew nothing. Of course following the #2 hero was not without consequence. He easily overtook you and stopped right in front of you. With a small oof, you ran into his chest.

He sighed, placing his hand on your shoulder. "Listen, I didn't want to make any arrests today. But if you don't wanna tell me-"

"It’s my job.” You said, looking down to your camera then up at him. “This is my first assignment.”

“You’re paparazzi?”

You scrunched your nose. “No! I’m a journalist. As my first job, my boss sent me out to follow you.”

“Kid, that’s what the paparazzi do. They follow heroes to get the latest scoop.”

You crossed your arms. “Excuse me, Mr. Hawks, but I am not like those lowlifes. I want to chase the truth and only the truth. My boss said he had faith in me and my talent. He said I was special.”

“Right. And who do you work for?”

"Heroes Weekly."

He laughed. "I can't tell if you're serious or pulling my wing."

"What?" You cocked your head. "Why would I not be serious? I'm trying to be a good journalist."

He let out a sigh and ran his hand through his blonde hair, the strands falling messily around his face. You've only seen him happy and smiling, even when fighting villains. It was rare to see Hawks looking frustrated. It looked like he didn't believe you. You reached for your lanyard, flashing the employee ID at him.

"See? Rookie journalist."

He leaned in, scanning the text. "That says Rookie Reporter, kid."

"What?" You looked at the badge. There, underneath your employee picture, were the words Rookie Reporter. You frowned. "God damn it. And stop calling me kid! You're only like a year or two older than me!"

"Okay then, birdie. You're being hazed."

Hazed? It almost made you laugh. There's no way they would do that to you. Your boss was kind. He even gave you your own business cards. Your coworkers always smiled at you, said you were super helpful around the office. They said you were lucky for getting this assignment. Someone as eager as…Who were you kidding? No matter how you looked at it, trailing one of the top ten heroes wasn't meant for a rookie. It was meant for humiliation.

You hung your head in shame. Frustration and guilt mixed together. "I'm sorry, Mr. Hawks. I was just so eager to become a journalist that I-"

"Hey, hey. Don't be upset. Just don't do that again, alright? Other heroes won't be as lenient as I am." He patted your head, ruffling your hair.

You nodded. "I'll delete all the pictures as well."

"Won't you get in trouble?"

"Don't worry. I'll figure something out."

You turned and walked away. It was so frustrating. You knew they weren't going to be genuine. That's what you were warned about in college. But it was the only company that would even glance your way. You didn't want to give up your dream of being a journalist. You wanted to write an expose of hero worship and media influence. You wanted to show how idolization affects both the people and heroes negatively. You wanted to make a difference. Yet here you were, doing exactly what you always despised. You sighed as you went through your camera, deleting all the pictures. You were so stupid.

"Hey! Wait up!!"

You turned to see Hawks catching up with you. He gave you a lopsided smile. "I don't want you to go back empty handed."

"It's fine, really. It's not like you did anything out of the ordinary anyway."

He held out his hand. "Do you have a business card?"

"Oh!" You let the camera hang around your neck as you rifled through your bag. "My boss said that the first thing I should do is give my business card. How could I forget that? Anyway, here."

"Thanks." He grabbed the business card, looking over it. "I'll give you a call."

"For…"

"You're so cute, birdie. I'm gonna let you interview me. I like your spunk. It would be great for a journalist to have a contact, right? Plus–" He leaned in, looking proud of himself. "I am the number two hero. It can't get better than this."

"Really?" Your eyes widened in surprise. He had caught you tailing him and now he wanted to do an interview? "Wow. Uhm… thank you."

"Don't mention it. I'll call you later, kid."

"Sure."

As he walked off, you got an odd feeling in your stomach. It wasn't necessarily positive. There was something off about the way Hawks looked at you. Like you were a victim or someone who needed saving. Were you that pitiful? You shook your head and pushed down the feeling. It had to be positive. This was good. This was your gateway into being the journalist you always wanted to be. You had to take advantage of this.

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You hated your job. You hated it so much, you could quit at any moment. Especially now, as you carefully maneuvered two drink carriers off the counter at the coffee shop you always seemed to be at. Ever since you came back from meeting Hawks, you were treated as an errand girl. It wasn't unusual for you to pick up lunch or drinks every once in a while. But now it was every day. You rarely had time to even set up a meeting with Hawks. You were able to call him once before you were told to do something else that was supposedly important. And it never was.

Freelance was probably a better option. Sure, your paycheck would practically disappear. But it was better than being bullied in the office. You were treated like a doormat. You couldn't fight back or else everyone would start to see you as the cocky newbie who believed they deserved everything handed to them on a silver platter. It was all so frustrating. But in the world today, it was practically impossible to be recognized as a freelance journalist. They were labeled as crazy conspiracy theorists. Which you weren't. To be fair, you did feel like you were about to go crazy. Your phone was ringing as you made your way to the exit of the cafe.

"Damn it." You muttered to yourself as you pushed the door open with your shoulder. You walked over to one of the outside tables and set down the coffee. You got out your phone and answered it. "Hello?"

"You look like death, busy bird."

"What? Who is-" You checked the caller ID and then put the phone back to your ear. "Mr. Hawks!"

"You need some help?"

You frowned. "Uhm…why would you ask that?"

"Because you look like you're about to cry."

Immediately, you were on high alert. You looked around, trying to spot where he was. He was walking across the street, his red wings making him easy to spot. A shiver ran down your spine. You hung up your phone as he walked over to you. Once again, there was that lopsided smile as he approached you.

"Hi." You sheepishly waved at him, guilt filling you. "Sorry about the whole interview thing. Work is keeping me busy."

Hawks looked over at the two drink carriers. "Is this work?"

"Unfortunately. I'm forced to do coffee runs and I have to pay for it with my card, which doesn't make sense at all! And ever since I told my boss that I could interview you, he suddenly decided that I was too busy with other useless tasks. Changing the printer, making edits, sending email reminders. I'm not a damn secretary!"

You huffed, running your hands through your hair. You had applied to countless other places, but none of them would take you. You still didn't have enough to survive off freelancing. So here you were, stuck in a shitty job with shitty pay. Not only that, but Hawks was sure to be disappointed that you can't interview him. This was a feeling you'd have to get used to: utter disappointment.

After getting yourself situated, you picked up the two drink carriers and started walking as your mind churned. You forgot about Hawks's presence, too preoccupied with your own angst. You didn't notice him following you, staring at you like you were an amusing spectacle. You mumbled to yourself about what you have to do after you get back to your workplace. Print out copies for your coworkers, clean out the break room, and then try and make a deadline for an article that'll never be published. What a wonderful day.

"Birdie, do you always mumble to yourself?"

"Huh?" You looked over to the side, finally acknowledging Hawks's presence. "Yes. Well… no. Does it make me seem crazy?"

"It's cute."

The tips of your ears turned red. "Sure. Why are you following me?"

"Because I want to do that interview." He shrugged and gave you a smile. "I won't take no for an answer."

"My boss will flip if he sees you."

"It's alright. I'll handle it."

Hawks wasn't like anything you thought him to be. He looked like the cocky playboy that had an endless amount of women for his disposal. Yet here he was, taking the drink carriers from your hand and giving you a lopsided smile. Maybe you were lucky. Like one of those fanfictions where the person reads a book in the crowd and the rich rockstar falls in love. Maybe this was a fanfiction.

"That's ridiculous."

"What?" Hawks asked, looking over at you.

You blushed and shook your head. "Nothing. Are you sure you wanna be doing this? I don't want to trouble you."

"Don't worry, birdie. Just put your trust in me."

Normally, that would be asking a lot. But Hawks was a hero. So maybe it wasn't too much to ask. And so you trusted him. As the two of you walked into your workplace, you could feel everyone's eyes on you and Hawks. You swallowed thickly and led him deeper into the building. Once you reached your section of the building, you took the coffee from him and walked around, handing out the drinks. The whispers of your coworkers seemed to echo in your ears. Your hands were shaky. This was a terrible idea. A horrendous one that you should have never agreed to.

"Rookie! What are you-" Your boss's voice filled the air. You looked up at him as he stood in surprise in front of his office. "Mr. H-Hawks?!"

Hawks flashed a smile, his wings stretching out slightly. "That's me. I met your rookie reporter and decided to set up an interview. That's okay with you, right?"

Your boss hesitated. You could practically see the vein in his forehead pop as he stomped over to you. "What did I tell you?!"

Your face paled. Here it was. You had thought, just for a moment, that life would be okay. That Hawks showing up would make your boss realize how capable you were and treat you like the others. Like a true journalist. Except life would never have worked out for you like that. You were unlucky. Totally and completely. Not even one of the highest ranking heroes could save you.

"Sir, I'm-"

"You pathetic girl! Absolutely disgraceful! How dare you go behind my back and bring him here?! I assigned you specific tasks!"

"That's-"

"I'm not done talking!" He spit, his face red as he yelled at you. "You can't even listen to simple orders!! How the hell are you supposed to interview a pro hero if you're too idiotic to do what you're told?! I was being lenient by not firing you on the spot when you said you wanted to interview Hawks, but I'm done! You're nothing but an embarrassment to this company! You're fired!"

Your chest constricted as your face grew hot with humiliation. Tears started to well in your eyes. Everyone's eyes were on you. You didn't expect to be fired. You thought you would be scolded at most. And now you were panicking. You didn't know what to do. You needed this job. You realized that it didn't matter how they treated you. You didn't know what to do without it.

You took a step forward. "Sir, please. You can't-"

"I am so sorry, Mr. Hawks." Your former boss pushed you out of the way and looked at Hawks. "She must have been such a bother. Why don't we go into my office so we can discuss details for an interview?"

The tears couldn't be stopped now. You looked over at Hawks. His head was hanging down, but he was smirking. Maybe that's what this all was. He was waiting for you to be humiliated. He knew that you were a rookie and doing something like this would be crossing the line. This was nothing but entertainment for him. You sniffled and tried to keep in your sobs. You wanted to go home.

"Is this how you always treat your employees?"

The man looked confused for a moment before nervously chuckling. "Only the disrespectful newbies."

"Pathetic."

"What?"

"I said–" Hawks stepped forward and leaned down. His gaze was dark. "You're pathetic."

"I-I don't understand."

"You abuse your poor employee just because she could land an interview with me and all you can do is shitty paparazzi articles."

He was sweating bullets now. "You must b-be mistaken! We take pride–"

Hawks didn't let him finish. In an instant, several of his feathers had the man pinned against the opposite wall. Everyone gasped, you included. Hawks sauntered forward. The man was trembling, whimpering out apologies. The laid back hero was actually pissed. It would almost be unbelievable if his aura wasn't choking the room with tension and fear.

"Don't give me that shit. There's no pride here. How dare you say she's disgraceful when you were the one who sent her to tail me."

"I-I'm sorry, Mr. Hawks! Please, f-forgive me!"

He scoffed. "Don't beg me for forgiveness. Beg her."

My former boss's eyes met mine. "I-I'm sorry! So sorry!"

You couldn't respond, but Hawks seemed satisfied. His feathers returned to his wings and the man slumped to the ground. "I expect to see a formal apology in your next issue."

You were still crying. You couldn't stop and you didn't know why. Hawks grabbed your wrist and took you out of the office. As you followed him, the situation set in again. Despite his scolding, you were still jobless. Unemployed. The tears got stronger and you couldn't help but quietly cry. Hawks led you to an empty hallway. He let go of your wrist and then hugged you tightly.

"It's alright, birdie. It'll be okay."

"It won't be!" You sobbed into his arms, your shoulders hunching in on themselves. "I got fired! I needed that job."

"No, you didn't. Your boss was an asshole."

You shook your head and buried your face into his chest. "I don't care! No one… no one else will take me! He was right. I'm stupid and worthless and-"

Hawks wrapped his wings around you and pressed you tight against his body. One hand gently rubbed your back. "Shh, shh. None of that, okay? Nothing that happened was your fault. You've got fire in you, birdie. Don't let anyone put it out."

"Fire won't get me a job."

Hawks didn't say anything and let you cry. The tension slowly left your body until you were left with a headache. The pain was dulled by the warmth of his wings and the feeling of his strong hands against your body. Everything wasn't alright. You weren't sure what you were going to do. But at least this moment was alright. Warm. Safe.

"Work for me." Hawks whispered.

Your voice was hoarse as you spoke. "What?"

"Work for me." He repeated. "Come to my hero agency and work for me."

"Wh-What? What would I even do?"

He shrugged and pulled back, looking down at you. "I don't know. But I'll take care of you."

"Hawks, I can't-"

"Keigo." He reached out and gently cupped your face. His thumb caressed the skin of your cheek. "My name is Keigo."

You felt your face heat up. "K-Keigo… I can't just work at your agency for no reason."

"And I can't watch you struggle." He paused for a moment. His eyes had an odd glint to them before completely disappearing. It was almost unnoticeable. "I have an idea."

You scrunched your nose. "I don't like the sound of this…"

"Move in with me. That way you don't have to worry about paying rent and can look for a job."

"You can't be serious!" You scoffed, trying to take a step back.

Keigo didn't let you. His wings caged you in, the grip on your face tightening ever so slightly. "I want to take care of you. I'm the one at fault for getting you fired. If I didn't follow you to the office, none of this would have happened. Let me fix this."

There was something telling you to say no. This wasn't a smart idea. Even if he was being genuine, he was the number two hero. What would people think if some random stranger moved in with him? And that's exactly what you were. A stranger. You could hardly call yourself an acquaintance. That's what made this even more crazy.

"Hawks…"

"Keigo."

"Keigo." You looked up at him. "I can't."

There was that glint again. It was quickly replaced with guilt as he leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours. "I promise it'll be temporary. You can move out as soon as you find a job. I just… I want to make amends for all the trouble I caused."

You sighed. "Keigo…"

"Please." He murmured. "I'm a hero. You can trust me. Let me save you."

Your resolve to reject him weakened. You suddenly couldn't think, not with his face so close to yours. And his voice was sincere. It truly sounded like he had no ulterior motive. He was truly remorseful for what he did. He believed he was at fault for your boss firing you. Maybe… you should listen. He wouldn't be the number two hero if he wasn't trustworthy. The doubt inside of you slowly dissipated. It would only be temporary.

"Okay. I'll do it."

Keigo let out a breath of relief. He pulled you into another hug. "There's a good girl. Just take some time to relax and then we can find you a job, okay? Don't worry about anything else."

"Thank you, Keigo. Truly."

"Don't sweat it, birdie." He nuzzled his face against your neck. You could feel him smiling. "I would do anything to protect you."

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It had been several months since you moved into Keigo's bachelor pad. The job search was… not going well. Keigo offered to call in as a reference after you sent in your application, but no one ever called back. You had a feeling it was your old boss's doing. After being humiliated by the pro hero, he probably went and spread rumors about you. You were probably blacklisted from the whole entire industry.

Luckily for you, Keigo was a kind roommate. Before his hero shift, he'd always help you make breakfast. Throughout the day, he'd text you and check in on your job search progress. He always seemed to know what you were doing and when. Maybe he had just grown to know you that well. When he came home, you usually had dinner waiting for him out of guilt for freeloading. It had become routine at this point.

"I'm home!" Keigo called out your name. "Did you have a good day?"

You poked your head out of the kitchen. "Hey, Keigo. How was work?"

He took off his shoes and tossed his keys on the table by the door. His wings stretched out as he groaned. "Sam as usual. A bit quiet today, not a lot of villains."

You hummed before going back into the kitchen. You were finishing up dinner. The smell of grilled chicken wafted through the house. Keigo walked into the kitchen and leaned against the doorway. He crossed his arms. You could feel his eyes following your every movement. You tried to act nonchalant as you took some chicken skewers off the stove.

"So… what did you do today?"

You shrugged. "Job searching. As always."

"Really? And you didn't go out or anything?"

You stiffened. "N-no, I didn't. I'm trying to save money, remember?"

He pushed himself off the doorway and walked closer to you. "You're making my favorite. Are you trying to butter me up?"

"No, I'm trying to show my appreciation for letting me stay here." You turned off the stove and turned around. "Is that so wrong?"

Keigo studied you. You tried to keep your expression light. You were hiding something, but you didn't want to tell him just yet. You wanted to do it properly. You grabbed a plate filled with chicken skewers and held it out. His eyes moved down to the food before back up to you. He gave you a lopsided smirk.

"Birdie, you can't lie to me."

"Keigo!" You huffed and shook the plate slightly. "Can't you just play along?"

He chuckled. "Fine. But you'll tell me everything after dinner. Alright?"

You smiled at him. "That was the plan."

"Go. Sit. I'll make us some drinks."

You obediently went to the living room. Dinner went as usual, watching a show together and talking about the day that had just ended. Keigo used it as a distraction to keep you from getting too depressed about your situation. But this time, you were excited. You happily ate your food and downed your drink, all while talking animatedly about your day, making sure to avoid going into too much detail.

By the time dinner had finished, your cheeks were flushed and you felt almost light headed. Keigo swore that your drink was light on the booze, knowing you can't handle your alcohol well. It must've been from whatever you were hiding from him. Keigo scooted closer to you, his wing wrapping around your back.

He let out an amused sigh. "Alright. Stop hiding and spill."

"Okay, okay! So…" You paused for dramatic effect. "I went out today."

"And lied to me about it."

"It was a simple fib. Anyway, I met with one of my college friends. He said he's opening up a newspaper company and wants me to join!"

Keigo's eyes widened slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching. "Really? A new company?"

You nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! And he wants me to be one of the main journalists! He said he always enjoyed my work and thinks I would be a great fit. It's also just outside Tokyo, so-"

"Wait, wait, wait." He held up his hand. "Tokyo? That's so far away."

"Well, yeah, but I'll be moving there. He said there's some really great cheap listings in his apartment complex."

"What's the pay like?"

"We haven't exactly-"

"And he's reputable? Not a paparazzi wanting to make a quick buck?"

You frowned, the excitement slowly draining from you. "No, he's not a paparazzi. He's a good guy with similar views as mine. Aren't you happy for me?"

"I don't know, birdie." Keigo leaned back against the couch. "It just seems suspicious. Does he have any investors? How do you know that it isn't a scam? Can you even afford to move right now?"

"Okay, you're being a bit of a dick. I tried to surprise you with good news and your first reaction is skepticism?"

"Of course it is! I don't want you to get hurt. I'm trying to look out for you."

"And I appreciate that. But now I'm ready to be on my own. This was the plan all along."

Your head was starting to pound. You didn't get into spats with Keigo often. He was normally very supportive of your efforts to try and find a job and get back on your feet. But suddenly, it seemed like he thought you were being too reckless. Which you weren't. You knew your friend was a smart guy. There was no way the newspaper would fail. Sure, it would have a slow start. But this was good. Why didn't Keigo see that?

"I understand you're concerned, Keigo. And I appreciate your concern."

"So you won't take the job?"

"No, I'll still take it."

He scoffed, saying your name in annoyance. "You can't. You're making a decision too rashly. How can you accept the job without even having an apartment in the area first?"

"I told you, he said there's units available in his apartment complex!"

"You're not gonna do this."

"Excuse me?" You glared at him. "You don't tell me what to do."

"You live in my house, birdie. You listen to my rules."

"You're the one who said I can stay here until I find something else! I have, so I'm going to leave!"

"You're being stupid."

"Fuck you."

You had enough. You had given Keigo the benefit of the doubt and thought this would go smoothly. He had promised to help you. This wasn't helping. This was just ridiculous. And you didn't have to deal with it. You stood up, ready to storm off. Dizziness washed over you and you wobbled on your feet. You felt weak. Keigo stood up, stepping in front of you. His gaze was dark as he reached out and grasped your wrist tightly.

"That wasn't very nice." He hissed.

"L-Let… Let go."

Keigo tugged you forward. "I won't. I told you I'd protect you, didn't I? And I've been doing that the whole time. I made sure every job rejected you because I knew it wasn't safe."

His words rang in your head. Your eyebrows furrowed. "What?"

"You're only safe here. You have food, a safe place to sleep… me. Without me, you would've been out on the street with nowhere to go. Don't let this job ruin everything."

"Let me go." You weakly tried to pull away from him. "You're s-scaring me."

"Can't you see it? I'm protecting you. I had to make you rely on me. Do you think I didn't know your boss would fire you if you showed up? Of course I did! But it was necessary so you'd realize that I'm the only one who cares about you."

You felt like throwing up. Everything that happened… was because of him. He wasn't calling into those jobs and giving you praise. He was sabotaging you. Every rejection was his fault. You getting fired was his fault. You were so blind to it because you were so desperate to be helped. Keigo smiled, reaching out and caressing your face. Tears welled in your eyes.

"Don't cry."

"What did you do?" Your voice was trembling with fear and anger. "How could you ruin my life like this?"

He clicked his tongue. "Ah, come on. Don't be so cold. Admit that you haven't felt this relaxed in a while. You love it here."

You needed to get out before it was too late. You mustered up as much strength as you could and shoved him away. Keigo stumbled backward and you quickly ran towards the front door. Your heart was pounding and you felt like you were going to faint. The fear inside of you was starting to make you numb. Adrenaline flowed through your veins. Almost there. Almost. Just a couple more steps. Then you would be-

"Should've put more in your drink."

Of course he drugged you. That explained why you felt so sick. There was no way you'd be able to escape someone with a quirk like Keigo's anyway. You were doomed from the start. His feathers shoved you down to the ground. You flipped on your back, trying to tear them off. Keigo sauntered over before straddling you and pinning your arms above your head with one hand. The other gently trailed down your cheek to your neck.

"Why?" You whimpered. "Why me?"

"You looked so helpless." Keigo murmured. "Staring up at me with those big, desperate eyes. I couldn't just leave you. I'm a hero, birdie."

"This isn't what a hero does!"

His hand slowly moved down your body to your hip. "No… no, it's not. But it's what a man in love does."

You almost wanted to laugh at the absurdity. You continued to struggle against him. His eyes were filled with an obsessive glint. He leaned down, pressing his lips against your neck. You were too weak to push him off. Whatever he had drugged you with was taking full effect. His lips trailed up your neck, to your cheek, before finally capturing your lips in a kiss. He pressed his body against yours and a shiver ran down your spine.

After a moment, he pulled away. "I won't let you leave. You'll stay here where I can protect you. Where I can love you."

"You-"

"If you try to escape, I'll just bring you right back. I'll tie you down, keep you shackled. Anything so you'll stay. Stop fighting it. Let me keep you safe. Let me be your hero."

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Your whole body ached. A bright, blinding light made you groan and squeeze your eyes shut even tighter than they already were. You turned on your side and curled up. You didn't know how long you've been asleep. It must have been around noon by now. You felt someone warm next to you. A hand gently ran through your hair.

"Wake up, birdie."

Your eyes reluctantly cracked open. Keigo was lying next to you. Last night's memories threatened to make you have a breakdown. Keigo didn't let you go. He kept you in his bed, kept a hold on you so you wouldn't escape. Not like you could. Keigo pulled you closer and buried his face into your neck.

He inhaled deeply, sighing in satisfaction. "I can smell my cologne on you."

"Don't you have work today?" You mumbled, not reciprocating his touch.

"Yeah. I'll leave soon." He kissed your skin. "I'll keep an eye on you all day. To make sure you're behaving."

You knew what he really meant. It was so you wouldn't run away. Even if you did, what would you do? Tell the world that the number two pro hero Hawks was actually a crazy stalker? No one would believe you. He would cover it up by saying you were a scorned reporter that blamed your unemployment on him. You were trapped.

"Okay." You sat up and rubbed your eyes.

He sat up as well. "Be a good girl while I'm gone?"

All the fight had left your body. You nodded numbly. "Sure."

He kissed your cheek. "Good. I love you."

You didn't say anything. He frowned and gripped your chin, turning it so you were looking at him. "C'mon, birdie. Don't shut down."

"Sorry."

"Let's try this again, hmm?" He kissed you gently. "I love you."

"I love you too."

That satisfied him enough. He got out of bed and started to get ready. You just sat listlessly on the bed. Everything you had dreamed of was destroyed. You wouldn't be some amazing journalist, releasing groundbreaking stories on heroes and hero society. You'd be shackled by the very person all of Japan trusted. You were resigned to your fate that was now in the hands of Keigo. And there was nothing you could do to change that. You were only given one choice.

Accept the love of Keigo Takami.

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miewriteswoso · 9 days ago

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Maybe we'll meet at a bar

Georgia Stanway x bartender!r

Summary: after taking an unexpected shift at the bar, you meet the love of your life

Warnings: a bit of swearing, make out sesh

A/N: This is my first ever fic and my first language is not English so please keep that in mind while reading

You weren’t even supposed to work tonight. Your co-worker Kayla called in sick and you had to take over her shift. At first you were pissed because today was your only day off for the next two weeks but honestly right now you were enjoying the shift. At the bar, chatting to you, sat none other than Georgia Stanway.

She had walked in with a bunch of her England teammates earlier that night. They were already quite drunk and by the looks of it they were really teasing Georgia. Leah Williamson took one look at you and started pushing Georgia towards the bar. “Come on, G. She is totally your type, just go talk to her.” Leah said to an unsure Georgia. “ I don’t know Leah, she doesn’t look interested.”

Georgia came to you and just ordered a drink and left. After some pushing from her teammates (mostly Leah), she came to talk to you. You two hid it off immediately. You talked about everything, from how your days were to funny childhood stories. “ I can tell you were not a calm kid.” “I know I used to run around for hours in the park with my sister and still not get tired. I was an absolute pain in the ass to put to bed.”

You were telling another childhood story to Georgia when you noticed her staring at you. “Is something wrong, Oh god do I have something on my face?” You said while rubbing at your face. “No, no you’re fine. Its just that you are stupidly hot and I-” You cut het off before she could finish. “ if you want to ask me out, you could’ve just asked.” “ okay, do you want to go on a date with me?” she asked shyly. “Of course I want to go on a date with you, who would say no to going out with you?” You could see on Georgia’s face that she was relieved. You gave her your number and she left with her teammates.

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It is now a week later, the day of your date. Georgia came to pick you up at your house. You heard the doorbell and opened the door. In front of you was Georgia Stanway holding a flower bouquet that was bigger than her. “Wow, you look absolutely stunning.” She said. “Thanks you don’t look to bad yourself” You said while taking the flowers from her hand and putting them in a vase. You two went to a beautiful restaurant right outside London. It was the best date you had ever been on.

A few more dates followed after that. Right now you were sitting in Georgia’s living room watching a movie. You were curled in to her side with her arm over your shoulder. You weren’t really following the film, you were busy taking not-so-subtle glances at Georgia. “ Why do you keep staring at me? Aren’t you following the movie?” she spoke up. “how am I supposed to follow the movie when you are sitting here looking hot as fuck?” you replied. She looked at you before leaning in closer. You leant in to, finally connecting your lips.

It started of slow but after a few seconds it got quite heated. You put your hands behind Georgia’s neck, while her hands pulled at your waist. She pulled you onto her lap. You gasped. Georgia took advantage of this and slipped het tongue in your mouth. After making out for a few minutes, You finally pulled away. You looked Georgia in the eyes. “Do you want to be my girlfriend?” she asked. You didn’t answer you just kissed her again.

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@Y/N.YLN: love you bby 😘

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gallavichsreddie1128 · 4 months ago

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Extra Credit (Hannibal)

Description: Y/N is a student in Hannibal’s class and was a week behind before he offered to help her....

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 1,955

Requests:

Hi,

Can you please write a Hannibal one-shot, where he is a psychology professor and has had some dirty thoughts about the reader (one of his students). He uses the excuse of an extra credit to keep her after class and she develops feelings for him?(pregerably with smut)

Can we please have a Hannibal AU where he‘s a college professor and totally smitten with one of his students (the reader)

She was sick for a week and had missed a bunch of assignments and lessons. The classroom felt empty to him without her but at least he had an excuse to see her more when she got back. She was a very smart student but even the smartest need help sometimes. As she walked into the classroom she felt eyes on her not ones of her peers, Hannibal. He hid the fact that he was so pleased that she was back, “Welcome back Y/N.” She turned to him with a smile and asked about the lessons and assignments she had missed, “If it is alright with you I will be going over them after class with you.” She didn’t think anything of it and agreed.

Hannibal couldn’t erase her from his mind as he taught the rest of his classes, waiting for her to show up. As his last class was leaving she was coming in with her stuff. “Y/N, take a seat.” He gestured for her to sit in the seat in the front row. His desk seemed rather close to the front row but maybe he moved it during one of his other classes, she thought. She took a seat and pulled down her skirt that she was wearing, Hannibal watching her. Not always did she dress like she was ready to be bred but when she did Hannibal couldn’t help but daydream about all the things he wanted to do to her while she kept her skirt on. “So what did I miss first?” She asked him, pulling him out of his thoughts.

This continued for the next few days, everyday at the same time she would arrive after class ready to learn what was next. He was a very good teacher and tried his best to keep her on track but the last day or two she wasn’t focusing much and failed a few of the assignments. She hadn’t realized her flawed performance as she walked into his classroom, “Y/N it seems that we have a lot to cover before I give you the test.” He tells her and hands her the assignments she failed.

She looked at the papers in shock and a quiet “fuck” leaves her lips as she looks through them. “You are one of my best students. What has you distracted?” She couldn’t answer that. Well she could but it certainly wasn’t appropriate. He was the reason that she was distracted and failed these assignments. “I-I’m sorry sir, I honestly don’t know what’s gotten into me.” She says and looks up at him. He shook his head, “We will have to extend this and figure it out.” He tells her and motions for her to sit. He was happy that she was falling distracted even if he didn’t know what the cause was. He was intrigued by her behavior and was going to get to the bottom of it.

“I would hate to fail you, Y/N.” He told her as she failed the test, something she has never done before. She felt tears in her eyes as she stared at the D written on her paper. D was barely passing and barely wasn’t good enough for her. “What’s on your mind?” He asked her. She looked at him and opened her mouth to say something but closed it. “Whatever is distracting you, it needs to end.” He tells her and she sits down the test. “It isn’t the word for it.” She whispered and looked at him. She was holding back tears as she said it. “Then what is?” She gulped and looked around the room, was she really about to tell him? She had no other choice as she realized that she would keep failing if she didn’t.

“You.” She said and looked at him, tears falling from her eyes. “Me?” He asked and she nodded. “I am your distraction?” He asked and she sighed, “Yes. I understand how inappropriate that is but it’s not going to get better.” She tells him and he has to hide his excitement. “You are correct it’s not appropriate but with that being said you will need extra credit if you want to pass my class.” He tells her as he undoes his tie. She watches him as he takes off the tie and motions for her to step towards him. She does and he wraps the tie around her head, covering her eyes. She lets out a gasp as she realizes what’s going on. “You will need to get your needs for this distraction out before we can continue.” He says as he strips off the rest of his clothes. Her jaw drops as she feels his hands run over body.

His large hands squeezing her covered boobs as she lets out a whimper. He was right behind her, pressed up against her as she could feel his hard dick against her ass. His hands traveled down to her skirt as he used both hands to push it up. She wasn’t wearing panties, her wet pussy on display this whole time. “No panties? Was this what you were expecting?” He asked her. Before she could stutter out a response she felt his finger rub her clit. His other hand holding one of her thighs. She let out a loud moan as if this was the first time she’s been touched like this. As he continued his pleasureful abuse on her clit her head fell against his shoulder. She wanted to be quiet, tried to be but that wasn’t possible.

Not that he wanted her to be. She wished that she could see him pleasing her and the determination on his face to make her cum. She let out little moans and whimpers by his ear, “Hannibal.” His name fell from her lips in a soft whimper. Her hips tried to move but he managed to hold her to him, “You only get to cum once, if you pass the tests and the assignments you can cum more.” She whined out of pleasure? Frustration? Hannibal couldn’t tell. His finger circled her hole that was dripping all over, she gasped loudly and gripped his arm as he penetrated her with his finger. “Fuck.” She gasped and he shook his head, “Language, young lady.” She ignored his words due to the pleasure that she was feeling.

If it wasn’t for him holding her to him she would be bent over the desk right now. He didn’t give her much time to adjust as he started moving his finger once he was inside of her. She let out a loud moan that would have alerted anyone that walked by the door. Hannibal had hoped that everyone was gone besides them. His finger was big enough to hit all the right spots and make her weep for more. Her eyes widened under the tie as he added a second finger, her breathing picking up as he scissored and stretched her pussy. She had never had fingers like his inside of her before and she was sure she would never get used to it. “You’re very tight. I’m not sure that you are ready for my cock.” He tells her and she whines.

She was so ready for it, she would have taken it without the foreplay. “I am ready.” She tells him through moans and he chuckles. If she truly believed that he was willing to prove her wrong or right for the sack of both of them. He slides his fingers out of her that are covered in her slick, before she could protest he pushed her forward onto the table. Her arms nearly slam on the table as he did this. She felt his hard dick bare against her ass as he moved her skirt up. He hummed as he rubbed himself on one of her ass cheeks. They were soft and cushiony, he almost felt like teasing her by cumming on her ass before giving her the best fuck of her life but he thought against it.

Her hands gripped the table as she felt his dick rub up against her hole. She was too turned on to be nervous but knew that it would hurt. One hand was placed on her hip and the other on her shoulder as he slid in her, slowly as if it would tease her and not give her time to accept him. Her jaw dropped against the table as he slid in her, slowly but not slow enough. The pain was bearable but still a lot, he was truly the biggest she’s ever had and ever will. Her whimpers told him all he needed to know, he was right about her not ready for him but they already made it this far. Once he was fully inside of her, he swore he heard her let out a sigh of relief.

She turned her head to the side so she could breathe and her hands braced her for what was to come. Seconds later he was slamming into her with force enough to move the desk, make her nails dig into the desk and make her let out loud moans. The banging of the desk nearly drowned out her sounds and should have made them both nervous but neither of them cared. If anyone was to walk by and Hannibal was ready to risk his career for the pleasure that he was feeling. “Do you think that you truly deserve my cock in your pussy?” He asked as if she could answer. She tried to answer but a whimper replaced her words or what would have been words.

He pulled her body against his again and she let out a loud moan, “I asked you a question.” He growled into her ear. “I-I” But words were hard for her at that moment. She was getting fucked so hard she couldn’t think. “I will stop if you don’t answer me.” He warned her and she squeaked out her answer, “Yes I d-do.” He hummed and picked up the pace. Her hands reached for something to grab, to stabilize herself. He grabbed her hands and pinned them to her middle, “You and I both know that’s not true.” He groaned. “So good, Hannibal, it’s so good.” She whined as she felt her climax approach. Hannibal could tell that she was close, who was he to take that away from her? “Are you going to cum for me?” He asked her and she nodded her head with a whine.

“Answer me.” “Yes Hannibal, I am going to cum for you.” She whined loudly and felt herself cum. Her body shook as she felt her climax run through her body. Loud moans left her as she felt him help her ride it out and cum as well, with a loud groan. She gasped as she felt his cum inside of her. Her head fell forward as her high subsided. Hannibal stayed inside of her while they both calmed, “Holy shit.” She said with a laugh and pulled the tie off her eyes.

Hannibal pulled out of her and she fell forward. Her arms caught her and she sighed looking back at him. He was getting dressed and paid her no mind, “So that’s it?” She asked him. “That was a tease of what’s to come if you pass.” That was a tease? She thought as she managed to stand up and stretch. Hannibal was fully clothed when she turned around, “I have a meeting but I will see you next week.” He tells her and she nods before fixing herself. She looked at him one last time before leaving his classroom shaken up and excited for what’s to come.

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strawberryblue-blog · 1 year ago

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summary: request

warnings: yes. +18. smut, p in v, blowjob, jealousy, Pedri being overprotective and possessive, etc.

words count: +2.7k

#SEXYNOTE: I hope you enjoy it 💌

The movie was playing on the TV as you watched, it was late at night and you had decided to stay home today to have a movie date. But your attention wasn't fully on the movie when your phone vibrated and you quickly went to check what it was about.

To your surprise it was a message from Gavi, your boyfriend's best friend, who had sent you a tiktok video. You opened it curiously and a laugh came out of your mouth when you saw a video of a cat playing and jumping until it fell.

Pedro watched the whole sequence next to you and his blood boiled to see you so entertained with the message while you answered something funny to Gavi. He He had never seen you so confident as you send funny videos to each other and reply.

"Isn't the movie funny enough that you're walking around laughing with your phone?" he asked as he saw you still smiling at the screen.

"It's just a tiktok" you said simply not giving it a thought.

"From who?" he questions watching you.

"From Pablo" you mumble without giving it importance.

"From Pablo..." he repeats again and you look up.

In his voice you could notice some irony and the way he emphasized his friend's name let you know he was jealous of him. You had been dating for a few months and had never talked about your friendly relations, yet you and Pablo had always been close as friends. Since he was very close to Pedri, you guys obviously got along very well.

"Why is Gavi sending you a message?" he insisted rejoining you in his place.

You frowned in confusion but from his face you could tell he was serious.

"Because we are friends" you answered sincerely.

"He's not your friend" he answered quickly to your words.

Of course he was. Gavi was your friend but that's all he was.

What was wrong with him? Couldn't you talk to Gavi? He was having an annoying attitude. There was nothing you were hiding, Gavi was your friend and it wasn't the first time you had sent funny videos to each other.

It was obvious he was jealous and he had never behaved like that before with any guy but Gavi, so this was something totally new in your relationship. Although you have to admit that seeing him nay jealous made you curious and you were going to try it out.

"We're always talking" you said playing innocent and you saw how his body tensed up.

His face no longer looked calm and relaxed like a few minutes ago, now he was angry and that made you feel different. So you planned to keep provoking him some more until you saw where it went.

"What's wrong?" you asked sarcastically. "You don't talk to him all day?"

"But he's MY friend" you spat tensely, emphasizing the word 'my'.

"He's my friend too" you retorted facing him.

Again his muscles tensed and he cocked his head to the side. He was jealous. Too jealous. And you found that totally encouraging, you liked that he felt jealous for you. You hid a smile by biting your lip lightly. His hair a little damp from the bath he had taken a few moments ago, his neck was starting to turn a little red from anger, on his forehead a vein was marked.

"And you'd rather talk to him than spend time with me?" he says offended as his eyes turn dark.

You died your lip hiding another amused smile when his reproach made you die of love. His face was serious as ever and at the same time he looked so tender and protective.

"It was just a message, Pedro" you say wanting to get up from your place but his hands stop you and make you sit down in front of him again.

"You're mine" he murmured firmly.

One of his hands rested on your thigh and you trembled as you felt its touch. He said it with a certain hint of possession and you loved that. He had never behaved like this before and although you loved the gentle and charming Pedri, this version of him was starting to grow on you even more.

He takes the phone from your hands and locks it, tossing it somewhere on the couch. You groan as his hands move you towards him and his body is over yours.

"You're mine, Y/n" he repeats again and your hands hold his waist teasing him.

One of his knees makes room on your legs and brushes against your crotch making you gasp. His eyes pierce yours as you bite your lip. You are so much his that you don't even have to think about it, just by looking at the way you are now anyone could tell that only he can get you like this.

"Say it, baby girl" he asks when his nose brushes yours.

"I'm yours, Pedri" you say without preamble. You are eager under his body and even though you want to keep fighting you are already horny enough and you can't go on.

Your mission is already accomplished, you have just awakened his worst version and you love it so much. You never liked Pablo, nor any of his friends, you don't even find them handsome, obviously they are cute and nice people but if you're with Pedri it's for a reason. On the other hand, you are in love with Pedri González.

He drives you crazy every second that passes. You're wrapped in his shell, you can't escape his aura.

"I'm so hot" you say suddenly. Pedri smiles a little. "Touch me" you ask in a plea.

You have no shame whatsoever, you are tired of pretending that everything was fine between you when all you wanted was to fuck your boyfriend. Pedri seems to like your initiative because his fingers caress your skin when you sigh.

You have never been so direct and dirty like this, even you are surprised to hear you but the situation warranted it and you were in need of him. You needed to take advantage of this Pedri, who was driving you crazy. This facet was also new to you and you were eager for both of you to feel new things.

"You don't deserve it" he whispers as his lips almost touch yours but don't.

"Tell me what I do to make it right" you plead before him.

"Will you be a good girl and let me fuck your mouth?" he murmurs when you pull away from him.

You nod barely as his lips impact yours and he kisses you savagely, dirty and hard. The heat begins to burn between your legs and his hands squeeze your ass as yours slip into his shirt, touching his hard abdomen.

Gasps begin to decorate the atmosphere as you kiss fiercely and caress each other over your clothes, it begins to be torturous and even painful. His touch is hot as embers on your skin and you want to tear off all his clothes. You are very anxious.

When you feel you can't get any wetter, you get even wetter at the thought of Pedri fucking your mouth. His words are fire to your crotch and you sigh biting your lip. If you want it. You need him. You want to make him feel good.

"The only thing I want is to see you on your knees between my legs while you please me here" he murmurs so mercilessly that you gasp at the imagination.

The way the color of his eyes changed when he saw you accept was so magical it makes you want to get started on your task. So when you help him remove his shirt, Pedri quickly takes your mouth again, kissing you as one of your hands goes to his pants. Your fingers caress his bulge over his pants listening to him moan and grunt into your mouth.

You are anxious to touch him but you want to take the time to memorize every second of pleasure and concentrate on making him feel good. His hands caress your breasts, squeezing them a little over your shirt, you agaredeces that you don't have a bra on because when his fingers find your nipples, they are already ready to be squeezed and Pedri gently kneads them.

"If you want me to forgive you and fuck your perfect pussy you have to give me a little motivation first" he whispers dirty with a hungry look and you swallow saliva excitedly.

You're eager for him to fuck you so you're up for anything tonight.

The scene of jealousy made you both excited, both of you about to lose your minds. It was the first time you saw Pedri so possessive and toxic with you and you loved it.

He gets up to take off his pants and you help him take off the rest of his pants. You help him take off the rest of his clothes while you start leaving little kisses on his abs, leaving traces of your mouth on his body. Your lips feel warm on his smooth skin as you take all the time in the world until you reach the edge of his underwear. You can see his bulge getting bigger and bigger, making you feel desperate to have him in your mouth, so you don't take long to help him stand naked in front of you.

When his cock is in front of you, you notice how erect it is and your stomach churns. You are eager and ready to take him. You take the opportunity to push his body and Pedri falls back on the couch, you move closer to him to kiss him on the lips while your hand takes the base of his cock and starts massaging it gently. His moans become deeper, so much so that they sound like music to your ears because you know he is enjoying it and that encourages you to continue. You kneel between his legs and hold his cock in your hands, wanting to take it quickly.

You moisten your lips to kiss the tip delicately as you stroke his balls a little to tease him. His grunts were loud, hard against his throat, making you feel your torture having an effect on him. You take it upon yourself to put it a little inside your mouth, moistening his skin and tasting a little. You're really eager to give him the best blowjob of his life and you get going, driving it deep inside your cavity. Your tongue massages the tip while your lips suck around it and you bite down on a few occasions as her hands settle at the base of your hair, sinking her fingers into it. The pressure in your hair, lets you know he is beginning to enjoy it, as he grunts and pulls you along.

Her moans are a melody, even some dirty curses come from her lips as she shudders. Your hands are resting on his thighs as you continue to suck his cock viciously, roughly and passionately. Pedri can't stop moaning at the image of you, kneeling between his legs with his cock deep in your mouth, pleasuring him while he just watches you from there. You have nothing to envy when your view is also magnificent. He's lying on the couch, his thighs taut, his skin sweaty and his chest heaving as he gasps in pleasure at your handiwork, making you feel powerful.

"Keep it up, baby" he gasps as you notice his breathing quicken. "I'll finish in your mouth and you'll swallow it all, got it, gorgeous?" he says, his voice cracking.

You barely nod with his cock inside your mouth as you keep sucking and bobbing your head. The way his fingers pull at your hair is really sensual, how he moans and gasps as the reflection of the night falls on his body, his scarred abdomen contours with each contraction. Dirty noises echo in the room, your crotch throbs with arousal and Pedri's moans fuel your need for him.

You want him to finish inside your mouth, inside you, on you, you want to have him in every possible way, you want to feel him, you want to see him writhing with pleasure. So you keep moving your mouth over his cock, the noises are dirty, the atmosphere sticky, you keep stroking his testicles a few times as your tongue draws patterns on his cock.

"Fuck, baby" he moans as his hands guide you over his manhood, searching for his spot and fucking your mouth desperately.

He is so deep inside your throat that you are short of breath for a few moments and it makes you gasp as you feel him pounding inside you. You feel his hot liquid on your mouth as an almost screaming moan comes from Pedri's mouth and his movements are slow, as he trembles and gasps loudly as he feels the orgasm. His sighs are violent, trying to catch his breath, his cheeks are red and you can see his smile appear on his lips.

You finally pull away from his cock and swallow his fresh cum in your mouth, savoring the taste of it as if it were your favorite dish. He smiles as he watches you and you stand up from your spot to catch your breath and prepare for what's next. Pedri sighs as he wipes his sweat from his brow and licks his lips in exhaustion.

"You did great, honey" he murmurs as you stand between his legs again.

You move closer to him and start kissing him, hard and hot, missing his taste as his hands help you unfasten your pajama pants and remove his T-shirt. You are so sensitive that when his hands brush against your body, you gasp in desperation. You're dying for him to fuck him.

"This pussy is completely mine, you know that?" he gasps as he slides your panties and pants off, removing them. "You're completely mine, gorgeous" he murmurs as his hands press your face carefully.

You remove your own clothes leaving you naked in front of him and his gaze makes you feel desirous. You can't hold on any longer, you need him so fucking bad. You immediately mount him while his kisses caress your shoulders, biting and playing with your skin. Your legs are at his sides and you grab the base of his cock, hardened again and plunge it deep inside you with your hips, feeling his cock thrust deep into your wet walls. You moan as you close your eyes as you feel his greatness take place in your vagina, you quickly search for his gaze but it's impossible to keep your eyes open when you feel him so deep inside you.

You begin to move gently, trembling and panting, as his hands grab your ass and squeeze it tightly making you moan. His eyes haven't stopped looking at you while yours haven't either and it feels so intimate and sensual.

The feeling of seeing him so possessive, remarking what you are his and his overprotective attitudes have made you feel like you have never felt before and you are more than sure that your whole being belongs to him.

"I'm yours, Pedri" you whisper in front of him as your hips begin to move faster on him.

Now you are both skin to skin as you kiss fiercely, panting and caressing each other and you moan into his mouth unable to silence your moans. Your arms hold onto his strong shoulders as you move up and down on him, riding him perfectly. Your eyes connect with his and he smiles to see you so focused on pleasure, wrapping his arms around your waist to help you move on him.

His kisses spill over your neck, chest and breasts. He takes it upon himself to bite your skin and leave hickeys for you to cover tomorrow as your nails sink into his skin. You can't stop jumping on his cock as his fingers play with your nipples, squeeze and caress them.

You feel so full, so satisfied, so hot.

"I'm going to leave marks on you, baby" he murmurs panting as you jump on him. "Gavi will see them and know who the fuck you belong to" he says again and you cry out as you feel his teeth mark your skin.

An electric current shoots through your body and you arch your back full of pleasure.

"Oh my god" you moan needily as the pleasure builds in your belly.

"That's it, baby" he murmurs as your movements are violent, erratic.

Your walls begin to squeeze his hot cock, which begins to swell inside you as you continue to move hard. Your hands grip tightly on his shoulders as his lips bite into your neck, quieting his moans a little.

"Fuck, Pedri" you scream as you feel the spasms in your body.

A disgusting scream comes from deep in your throat as you clench your legs around him and tremble over his body. Pedri gasps loudly as he comes inside you, for the second time, filling you with his essence. You feel his cum trickle down your thighs as you begin to slow your movements, taking a big breath of air after your wonderful orgasm.

Sighs are heard in the room as you try to catch your breath, you are lying on your body, while he is still inside you and his seed is still running down your thighs. You are too tired to move, too exhausted after so much.

His arms go around your back and help you, taking you in his arms gently. You have just experienced a new stage of you that took you to a level of passion and pleasure you had never tried and you were both happy about it.

"Let me take care of you, baby" he whispers kissing your forehead when you can barely nod. "Serves you right for a good girl" he smiles as he makes his way to his room.

#football imagines #imagine #football one shot #fc barcelona #pedri #pedri x you #pedri imagine #pedri gonzalez #pedri x reader #pedri x y/n #strawberryblue blog

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johnwickb1tsch · 4 months ago

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lessons in anatomy XV

a yandere art professor John Wick x drawing model muse! reader AU... (also featuring Matt from River's Edge. If you haven't seen the movie that's ok, I will fill in the gaps as we go...) warnings: dark adult themes, violence, sex, drugs, obsession, yandere shit. plz don't read if u can't handle it ->chapter map

XV.

You stare at each other in perfect stillness for what feels like an eternity, a sparking live wire in place of your spine. Adrenaline sings through your veins; is he angry that you invaded his space, or contrite at all about this obvious fixation with you? You cannot read him.

He hid it all so well.

“John…what is this?”

“An art project?”

A total body of work, was more like it.

“Why?”

He looks down at the floor, his hands in his pockets.

“I can’t…stop looking at you, y/n. Since…the moment we met.”

He raises his gaze to meet yours; his glittering black eyes shining dark pools of agony, and your heart breaks for him, even if deep down you know this is probably a cause for alarm.

Your pulse thunders in your ears. He takes a step towards you, and out of pure instinct you back away.

He holds up his hands in a gesture of peace. “Please, don’t be afraid. I would never hurt you.”

“John…” You look around at the scope of this body of work again. “This is a lot.”

“I know.” He lets out a shuddering breath, looking to you like you could be his salvation, or his absolute damnation. “I’m sorry. I…I know.”

He takes another step towards you, as though he can’t help it, drawn to you like a magnet. But again, you retreat.

Some of the sketches feel more like scenes from your day to day, rather than what he could just concoct in the studio. There’s the coffee shop you frequent.

There’s the dress you wore last week.

A cold dread worms through the marrow of your bones. “Have you been watching me?”

He tilts his head, and you can tell he’s gauging how to answer this. “I see you around the neighborhood.”

“We don’t live in the same neighborhood.”

He answers this with silence, and your heart falls.

Again, you look around at the staggering quantity. It could amount to a drawing a day, since the start of the semester. But you have to admit…they’re stunning. You hardly even see yourself, in the way he’s arranged your form and lines. He’s transformed your paltry flesh into something wonderfully other.

“This is how you see me?” you dare ask, your voice small and fragile as hand blown glass.

“I told you, y/n. You’re beautiful.”

You’re not the sort of girl who could ever be on the cover of a fashion magazine. But to you, this is infinitely more beguiling. To be the muse of an artist like John Wick is a certain form of immortality the likes of which you thought you could only dream. It’s disturbing and flattering, all in the same package.

Yet you remind yourself that just because he likes to draw you…doesn’t mean he cares for you.

“Do you even like me, John?”

It sounds so third grade, but in the moment you don’t know how else to voice it.

“Like you?” he scoffs. “I adore you, y/n. Isn’t it obvious?” He gestures around the room agitatedly, like he’s trying to tell you something but you’re too thick to grasp it.

Yet you can’t help but think about how distant he was in class, after the Jackalope incident, and then your little blowup about Matt’s critique.

“It didn’t feel like it.”

His bottom jaw juts as he grinds his teeth thinking about it. “I…may have overcompensated a bit.”

You narrow your eyes. “What, like…when a boy likes you on the playground he pulls your hair?”

He frowns at the comparison–but he does not negate it. “I knew it wasn’t…appropriate. I tried to stop.” He shrugs, looking around the room, and he doesn't have to say it aloud. See how that worked out? “I never thought I’d feel this way about anyone, after my wife died, y/n. At first…I didn’t want to.”

Your heart aches for him at that moment; you understand that all too well. Love is wonderful…but it’s messy, and it hurts, and it requires regular offerings of blood, sweat, and tears to keep it alive, much less to make it grow. It makes life worth living–but one way or the other, it always takes its pound of flesh in the end. After enduring such a loss, you sympathize that this poor man didn’t want to open himself up to all that again.

And yet, here you are, in a room that almost feels like a sanctum, and somehow you are his icon of devotion.

You should be on your guard, for surely this is a form of mental illness–and what does it say about you that you assume a man must be ill, if he is this into you?–but no one has ever wanted you so completely, so obsessively, before.

It’s more titillating than you’d like to admit, and you have to mentally knock yourself upside the head not to give in to this.

You wonder if he's been with anyone since his wife passed, and your heart breaks for him all over again. How much of this has to do with that, you wonder? Again, you find yourself assuming this fixation isn’t actually about you, but some external circumstances that makes you convenient to him. It's how most of your relationships have started, looking back, and it never ends well for you in the end. You look around at the shrine he's constructed in this studio. So he likes your shapes in their particular order. But what does he even know about you?

You don't realize the answer is far more than you want to know.

Then another thought occurs to you. “Were you cruel to Matt…over me?”

A sigh escapes him that seems to come from the bottom depths of his soul. “I wasn’t cruel,” he grumbles, looking away at a drawing of you.

“You were definitely extra.”

He growls at this, a primal sound that more belongs in the time of the caves than here in this elegant old house. It lifts every hair on your body.

“Fine.” He approaches you with one slow step, hoping not to spook you. “Maybe I was mean to him, but I was never dishonest.” Another step, and you can only watch as he approaches you like a slow-stalking predator on those impossibly long legs, looking at you like he might like to eat you if he catches you.

“It drove me mad, thinking about you together, when I knew that boy had no idea how to handle a woman like you.”

He keeps advancing with that hungry look, and finally you remember how to move, scrambling backwards until your butt bumps into something solid. Too late, you realize he's backed you into his paint-stained worktable. You regain some sense, skittering around it just as he tries to close the distance between you.

He’s being lazy about it, you realize. A man built like that could snatch you up in a second–he is but a panther toying with a mouse.

“John…wait.”

“I’ve been waiting,” he grouses, leaning on the table, letting you put it between you. He grips the edge of it with those huge hands as though holding himself back, the muscles playing in his bared forearms, his cuffs rolled up from doing the dishes. You cannot help but stare. This man should not be allowed to be so ridiculously good looking, when he is possibly so very unstable.

He’s so beautiful. Fuck is he beautiful, but this…is borderline insane.

When he speaks his voice is low and full of gravel, rough with desire, the sound of which makes you press your thighs for some relief. “I know I’m not a good man, y/n. But I would be so good, to you.”

After the magic of earlier in just sharing a meal with this man, talking easily over food and wine with his dogs at your feet…you're afraid you believe him. There's a part of you that wants that, so badly. The logical part of you, however, cautions that it’s surely too good to be true.

You’re afraid you’re like a moth to the flame, unable to stop yourself from self-immolation. You just barely escaped something terrible happening to you via Matt’s friends. You have got to be smarter than you were then.

“John…maybe…I should go home to think about all this.”

“Don’t go home,” he pleads, though it somehow also sounds like a command. “Stay here with me a little longer. We were having a nice time.”

It’s true. You were, while blissfully ignorant of this smoking gun just down the hall. With your heart in your throat you know you shouldn’t even be entertaining the thought…but here you are. “What happens…if I stay?”

Like…do you want to wear my skin?

“Anything you want,” he answers gently, doing his best, you can tell, not to scare you. “If you haven’t noticed, I’m a patient man.”

You were smart enough not to go to Matt’s apartment where his predatory friends hung out, and your instincts were right. You know you should listen to your instincts now. Why is this harder? You shake your head, at yourself as much as him.

“No. No. I'm going.” You turn to make for the door, and you were right about him. He is fast as lightning, and when he grabs you up the most embarrassingly girly little squeal escapes you. You flail, knocking a stack of papers askew, some fluttering to the ground. His arms are like iron bands around you, not hurting you but there is no escaping his hold. All you manage is to turn, so that your back is pressed in an agonizing line against the solid wall of his front.

He is warm, and strapped with muscle, and it should not feel this good to be engulfed by his larger frame.

You push on his arms around your waist, to absolutely zero avail.

“Y/n, please, calm down.”

You scan the worktable, hoping for some tool to help you that might startle him without doing any real damage. You don’t want to hurt him. You just want him to let you go. Your eyes settle upon one of the unearthed papers, and that’s when you freeze in your struggles, going still as a stone.

“Oh my god.”

It’s a paper filled with sketches, of the sort a sculptor might make before executing a project. It has views from the front and sides, various variations of designs.They’re plans for a mask–in the shape of a wolf’s head. The same stylized masquerade style half mask that you’ve been seeing in your fractured memories and your hazy dreams.

Exactly like the one that still rests on your nightstand.

“It was you.”

You cannot raise your voice above a whisper, your fingertips like claws digging into his arms. You don’t know why you go limp in his grasp, your head rocking back on his shoulder. Shock, surely, or a reluctant acceptance. His voice is a low grumble beside your ear, his nose nuzzling in your hair. A wave of gooseflesh erupts across your body, and the most shamefully delicious thrill shoots down your spine.

“You’re finding all my secrets tonight, aren’t you Little Red?”

Your Lone Wolf has got you, and you’re afraid there’s no escape.

TBC...

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->chapter map pinterest board/ photo credits

#dun dun DUN! *wicked laughter*#i love you guys and i'm having waaaaay too much fun with this! ❤❤❤❤#john wick #john wick x reader #john wick x you #john wick x y/n #keanu reeves #matt x reader #professor wick AU #yandere john wick #keanuverse #keanuverse fic #rivers edge

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d1dlez · 2 days ago

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Polytrix Hot Take

Ok so , tbh, I far prefer huntrix as platonic soulmates rather than them being romanticaly involved , because that kind of unconditional love ? Is somthing we don’t cherish enough in our society today - because media will alway prefer romantic involvement over friendship - Hence why this movie is so great (for going against all that)

But before we get into platonic huntri/x some day, let’s actually consider this for a hot second. Let’s think about Polytrix (because i won’t lie, that shit got me in chokehold these days)

So let’s talk about it. Taking the canon universe, with everything that’s happened. The Saja Boys. All the deaths. All Rumi had to go throw and hide. The whole shabang

How would that first conversation happen ? How do you even tell your two best friends you're in love with them, romanticaly.

I'm guessing it would spring some weeks or months after the events of the movie. After everyone having to workout the angst from all the lying and hidding from Rumi's part , and all the rewiring Zoey and Mira have to do about their views on demons. And the trauma of losing all those fans, all those people. Let’s say they somehow get through that, which is no easy labor, Then what ?

Does it all start in that vulnerability ? Does it all begin because for the first time in years, all of them get to truely wholeheartedly be themselves ? Without shame , without fear of judgment. Their bond was strong , but it’s still going to take some getting used to that new layer of fucking rawness.

Learning to shed all those bad habits, all thoses doubts to figuratively (and quite litterly) finally strip naked in front of each other ?

Does it happen because one day Zoey hugs Mira for a little too long, and it somehow feels weird for the first time ? Not necessarily bad, though it’s kind of hard to tell.

Is it in the way Mira accidently brushes Rumi's hand on some shopping trip - And though it happens all the time because they always all fool around, somehow the touch feels suprinsingly unexpected ?

Or is it when Rumi leans a little closer to Zoey that night they watch a scary movie and though they’re all quite aquainted with touch, it somehow fells different, more private, this time.

Is it in the way they can all share a bathroom, now that Rumi isn’t scared of hiding her marks? And Mira will barge in, butt-naked without warning (Zoey’s used to it) as they all get showered down from the day - Though they go by steps because chances are, Rumi doesn’t even feel comfortable with the girls seing her body even just for a shower because of all those years of self-loathing. So Mira pretends to be loud and totally unmoved by her habits, but does actually really care and is careful as not to overwhelm Rumi.

Do they all fall in love simultaneously without knowing it ??? I feel like it would probably happen between Zoey and Mira first, knowing how much closer they got to be all those years Rumi stayed distant. I feel like Rumi would take sm more time to come to terms with the idea of even like one of her best friends, let alone THE TWO OF THEM.

And let’s not forget the context of South Koreen habits and culture. How well are they doing with self-internelized homo-phobia ? Because i bet Celine sure as shit won’t be the one to help them with that . (Part of me really hopes none of them would be homophobic because of internet and them being young right ?)

One of the girls would definitely go to Bobby for help. Heck , they’d probably all go in line without knowing it ! (He is babygirl please also protect this man, he would do anything for these girls, even relationship therapy)

Anyways, just some random thoughts from the top of my head. Now can somebody do me some 50K fics with multiple chapters of all this shit because I need answers and i am absolutely feral for them

#kpop demon hunters #kpdh #polytrix #huntrix #huntri/x #kpdh bobby #kpdh rumi #kpdh zoey #kpdh mira

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sweetbunpura · 7 months ago

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After stepping out of Nevemela

Rook: It was wonderful to see Roi du Neige again

Epel: That dorm was too much for me

Vil: Unfortunately Potato wasn’t there

Round 7! We're almost there!

Start - Daydreamers (Ch. 2) - Junglehearts (Ch.3) - Aqualetta (Ch. 4) - Potential (Ch.5) - Nevemela (Ch.6)

Nimbus

Rollo could feel his patience started to end and he had to take a few deep breaths as he closed his eyes. A hand patted his shoulder as whoever it was attempted to reassure him.

"She's either in Nimbus or Verasavi, Roi du Mouchair."

Rollo tampered down his grumble and opened his eyes. "I hope so..."

"She's not there?" Ortho asks as he approaches the group.

"Sadly, no." Epel responded. "Neige said she was in Nimbus."

"Nimbus?" Idia muttered from his spot on the ground. "With those 'Teamwork makes the dreamwork' guys? Pass."

Vil walked over and nearly pulled Idia up. "Do you want Yam to go wild? He's nearing his limit."

Idia glanced over at Rollo, who had the nastiest glare as he hid his face behind his handkerchief. The tech savvy student jumps and manages to wiggle himself out of Vil's grip.

"Ortho, C'mon! Let's go get Yuu-rin before Rollo-shi sets everything on fire."

"Coming!" Ortho grabs Rollo's hand as he joins his brother.

They went through the portal with a cloud and a lighting blot etched into the emblem. Rollo nearly stumbled out of entrance as the footing beneath him became soft and cloud like. Ortho moved to help him while Idia sighed and shoved his hands into his pockets.

"Welcome to Nimbus, Rollo-shi..."

He looked up, eyes wide as he spotted nothing but clouds in front of him with the Nimbus dorm members floating in the air.

"Is this all-"

"Anti-gravity magic." Idia floated off with Ortho navigating Rollo along. "They're on clouds, so you need to be lighter than it or you go right through."

"Do you know who we're looking for?' He asked as he eventually got used to the floatiness.

"Yeah."

The older shroud brother's answers are short as they near the courtyard. There's a commotion as people are gathered around a basketball goal. Idia tries to move them past it as a name that causes him to flinch sounds out from the crowd.

"And Lute scores the final goal, winning the game!"

A student shouted and flew above the court on a pair of pale golden wings. His blond hair was tied back as the sun shone off his bronze skin.

"Beastman?" Rollo muttered to Idia.

"Fae." He responded. "That's just his Unique Magic on display like the showoff that he is."

While the others cheering for him below, his vibrant orange eyes shifted over to the NRC group and he flew over to meet them. Rollo mentally prepared himself for whatever wackiness this RSA student will have.

"You." His voice was smooth as he pointed to Rollo. "You're on Athena's phone, so you must be her boyfriend."

"Athena?" The group voiced as they fixed Lute with a set of confused stares.

"Oh, the nickname." He landed and his wings folded at his sides." Uh, Yuu! You're Yuu's boyfriend." He snapped his fingers. "Rollo, right?"

Rollo blinked in bewilderment. "Y-You know my name?"

"Yeah, totally! Once Grooves got her phone unlocked, we all saw you were on her home and lock screen and we got a little nosy." His eyes shifted to Ortho and Idia. "Shroud! Are you out here in public, with no tablet?"

"Hahahaha." Idia glared and huffed. "Aren't we funny, Lute-shi?"

Lute raised his hands up. "I don't mean anything by it. We've only ever seen the tablet or Little Ortho here."

"Hello, Lute Heights-san!" Ortho smiled. "Since you're here, have you seen where Yuu Homura-san is?"

Lute's face fell as did his wings. "I hate to say it, but I got pulled away sometime after Grooves helped her. So I don't know if she's still in the dorm or nah."

"She's not."

A new voice being heard had them all turning their heads to see someone hopping towards them. They halted at Lute's side and pulled the pair of vintage aviator goggles off their face. He looked exactly like Lute apart from the vibrant green eyes. He held out his hand to Rollo, who shook it.

"Grooves Heights, Dorm leader of Nimbus." He patted Lute on the shoulder. "Twin brother, vice dorm leader."

"I don't get a intro with my name included?" Lute nudges his brother.

"Nah." Grooves nudged him back.

"Forgive me for trying to...move things along, but did you say she wasn't here?" Rollo asked before the brothers could start anything.

"Sorry, Rollo, but yeah." Grooves rubs the back of his head. "You should be getting a text from her soon."

Right on cue, Rollo's phone chimed and he fished it our of his pocket.

Yuu: ON GOD'S GREEN EARTH, I CAN FINALLY TEXT YOU! Rolls, you doing okay? Nothing on fire?

Rollo had never typed so fast in his life.

Rollo: I'm fine, but I've been on a wild goose chase in an attempt to retrieve you from this school. As for the fire.... I am very close to setting everything ablaze.

Yuu: Yikes. Well, I'm over in Verasavi. I don't even to know where to begin what I've been through.

Rollo: We're on our way. Please do not move.

Yuu: I'll try not to.

He breathed a sigh of relief as he addressed the others. "She's in Verasavi."

Grooves grimaced a little. "Yeah, no, that makes sense. Phara probably wanted to give her the royal treatment."

"...Is he bad?"

"No, no, wouldn't hurt a fly...most of the time." He waves his hand. "He's just a little...." He looked towards his brother for help.

"He's extra. If you're ever seen any of those old fashion movies with the knight/hero, then that's how he acts."

"A knight in shining armor?" Idia raised an eyebrow. "Yuu-rin doesn't need protection, she's her own knight. Sorry, Rollo-shi."

"It's fine." He responds. "Although I wonder what he would be trying to protect her from..."

"NRC." The twins answered.

"So something the entire school has issues with?" Rollo crossed his arms. "Is this apart of the rivalry I've heard so much about?"

"Yeah." Lute nodded his head. "Others have issues. Not us tho."

"Yep! I love O-man too much to ever hate him!" Grooves wrapped an arm around Ortho's shoulder. "He's been kicking my ass lately at the card games."

"Get a better deck." Ortho teased.

Grooves fake gasped. "How dare!"

Idia interrupted. "We need to get going.... Malleus-shi needs to know where he's about to head off to."

"....M-dawg is here?" Grooves paled. "Oh Phara is gonna have a field day."

"Do you want us to escort you out?" Lute asked.

"Nah, we got it from here." Idia moved towards the entrance without another word."

"Good bye, Heights brothers!" Ortho waved as he followed Idia.

"I'll admit... I wasn't expecting this level of friendliness." Rollo adjusted them. "I've only heard mostly bad things."

"Our time in this world is short-"

"Not with us though."

"Lute." Grooves rolled his eyes. "Anyway. Our time in this world is short and I'm not gonna spend it trying to drag down others. We need some positivity in our lives."

"I see.... thank you both for your time." With that, Rollo joined the waiting Shroud brothers.

#twisted wonderland #twst fic #thorn answers #rollo flamme #idia shroud #ortho shroud #twst oc #twst rsa #rsa oc #yuu homura #rescue from rsa

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masked-men-fantasy · 1 year ago

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Ask about their manhood size Headcanon (Call of Duty)

Headcanon for my beloved masked men from Call of Duty. What are their sizes down there?

NSFW Content. MDNI.

Jackal

He hid his surprise under the mask when you asked the question about his private part. Not that he hates the question; he is just surprised...

Around 8 1/2 inches.

He has a shower-type cock. So you won't see much difference when he is soft and hard.

Same color as his skin.

Not clean-shaven, but also not bushy. Well-trimmed. It is for the sake of cleanliness, he claimed.

He is proud of his size. He believes that this is the perfect size to satisfy you.

Never, ever joke about his manhood. Because if you do, he will show you what this cock can do until dawn.

"Come on, try to keep up," would be the last thing you hear before you collapse in his arm.

Mace

He will just drag you to the nearest toilet and let you find out with your own eyes. Or hands.

Judging from your eyesight, that should be somewhere around 7-8 inches, give or take.

Trimmed, almost fully shaven.

What surprises you is that his cock also has a crocodile scar, similar to what he has on his body.

He would ask you if you wanted to feel how those scars worked inside. And luckily, your curiosity is likely to win over reason and logic this time.

Ghost

"Confidential," he said.

But if you insist on him enough, with some help from a shot of Baileys, he will give you a hint.

"Can you see a watch on my wrist? Flatten it. That is the exact same length as what I have down there."

Luckily, you and Simon have the same model of watch. So you just flatten it on the counter bar to see the answer.

Let's just say you are more than satisfied with the truth that has been revealed.

"Now that I tell you about my secret, you gotta tell me yours to," Ghost said shortly in a husky voice, but his eyes surely mean he looks for something more than just a typical secret from you.

Oh... you think you know where this is going now.

Nikto

"нет (No)" He answered coldly. And no matter how many times you beg, he will not answer.

Until one day, you find him naked in the locker room by accident.

It is neither that big nor that long, probably because it is soft now. So you think it is quite normal size.

But the main event is what happened after. You are not sure why, but probably because of his nervousness, his manhood suddenly grows—rapidly, tremendously.

6 inches total, with somewhere around 5–6 inches of girth. It might not be that long, but the girth is insanely huge. You wonder if someone would be able to take all of that in.

Now that he is fully erected, he has to find someone to take responsibility for this matter. And then his eyes were drawn to you.

"Take care of this now, сука (bitch)," Nikto said as he held his shaft that pointed directly to you.

#ghost x reader #nikto x reader #mace x reader #jackal x reader #ghost x male reader #nikto x male reader #mace x male reader #jackal x male reader #simon riley x reader #cod #call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon riley #mace cod #Nikto #cod nikto

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kiestrokes · 9 months ago

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Say My Name: Rush Week | NSFW

🍺 Pairing: Fratboy!Song Mingi x AFAB!Reader/You/Yn 🍺 Rating: NSFW. Mature (18+) Minors DNI. 🍺 Word Count: 7,504 🍺 Genre: some slices of life, mild inner turmoil, college au, smut. 🍺 Warnings: this storyline does have polyamory/open relationships intertwined, bisexual/pansexual orientations for: Yoon Jeonghan, Jeong Yunho; Jung Wooyoung; Choi San and Song Mingi, jealous ex boyfriends, drinking, smoking weed, cursing.

🍺 Sexually Explicit Content: mention of threesomes, mxm, fxm, fxmxm, oral sex (f. receiving), vaginal penetration, condoms, orgasms (both), clit stim, nipple stim, hair pulling, kissing (with tongue), deep sex (or rough sex, but not bdsm level, and no degradation), slight praise, let me know if I missed anything.

🍺 Summary: You and Yunho have been childhood best friends since your mothers grew up together, living in different towns but spending all the holidays together. The friendship has always been light and easy, never serious. Reconnecting in college and exploring each other in new ways. After a second breakup with your high school sweetheart, Yunho propositions you to break your dry spell with his new fraternity brother transfer and high school friend Song Mingi. How could you say no?

🗝️ Note: Welcome to my gay frat house I guess 🤷🏻‍♀️ it didn’t start out this wayyy. But YunWoo took over my brain a week into writing this last year. In addition to the YunGi brainrot that kind of started this. Technically it was the Booty Wurk dance where Yunho looked like Mingi that we all have to blame. But anyway. Hope you enjoy! Please let me know if you did 💋 🍻 Beta Reader(s): @minisugakoobies @minttangerines @chans-room in addition- massive thank you to Sunny and B for helping me in the midst of final edits when my imposter syndrome took over.

💿 Booty Wurk (One Cheek at a Time) by T-Pain 📰 Read it on ao3! ☄️Main Masterlist

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below.

THE FIVE PARTS OF RUSH WEEK:

KNOW THE RULES

OPEN RUSH

FORMAL RECRUITMENT

INVITATIONS

PLEDGING

PART 1: KNOW THE RULES

Honestly, you can’t believe you allowed yourself to be persuaded into dating your high school boyfriend. Again. Even after his drunken tirade last autumn.

Yet here you were, listening to two of your friends throw out theories as to why it had ended this time. Secretly, you knew the reason.

“Maybe it was the distance?” Yunho offers.

“Yea the whole twenty minute walk from the other college was really far,” Wooyoung scoffs in thinly veiled sarcasm.

“It’s not like it came as a total surprise, he hasn’t touched me in two months.”

You sigh airily into the phone tucked into the crook of your shoulder, while your hands work on the task of deleting photos of your ex from your socials across various tabs on the laptop screen.

“Two months? Not even a kiss?” Wooyoung gasps, appalled.

“Not everyone is as affectionate as you Woo,” Yunho chuckles across the three way call.

“Noona you should come to the frat party this weekend.”

Wooyoung perks up at the thought of you finally single again. He has missed your casual drunken make out sessions after your 3AM burger runs.

"Yes! Please noona!"

“Aghhh I don’t know…”

“It has been a month since the breakup.” Yunho tacks on, “and you still haven’t met our new frat transfer.”

“I feel like I know him well enough from all the photos and texts you send me about him,” You roll your eyes in mild, misplaced annoyance.

“Don’t be jealous, noona. There's plenty of Yunho for us all to share,” Wooyoung chastises.

You and Yunho erupt into laughter.

“Yah! I’m serious.”

“Woo, you just confessed to wanting an actual piece of Yunho.”

“I have never hid my affection for hyung or you, noona.”

“That is true,” you concede.

“Sooo, the party?” Yunho tries again for an answer.

“Can I get laid?” You sigh again, knowing there is no winning this battle.

“I think I can arrange that,” Yunho’s voice turns mischievous.

“Yunho-”

“I got to go, the pizza arrived!” Yunho’s line disconnects.

“Want me to ask Yeosang to come with you to be your emotional support human?” Wooyoung offers.

“Yes, please.”

You hang up, after Wooyoung makes you say I love you, no less than three times.

The lack of his constant chatter has your mind itching with anxious thoughts, like a small army of ants crawling across your feet at the park this summer.

Are other friend groups as horny as yours seems to have gotten? Do other collectives partake in casual encounters together? What do they do with their feelings?

Your ex hadn’t been all too happy when he found out that you had partaken in a threesome with Yunho, while the two of you were broken up last year. Even after you explicitly explained that the two of you never did anything more than kiss your friends. It was always the third in your one night stands that had actually fucked you. Not Woo or Yunho.

Now you can’t seem to discern if it’s his voice or your own spinning all these new worries. Those tiny ants tunneling into the deep crevices of your amygdala.

PART 2: OPEN RUSH

Your phone dinging awakens you on the following Wednesday at five in the morning, a video message from Yunho.

Blearily you hiss at the sudden light, and drag the brightness of your phone down, pressing play on the video once your eyes have adjusted. Yunho’s voice comes from above the phone and you quickly put together that the transfer is lying in his lap, rambling.

“Hyung, why are you always leaving with Wooyoung?”

“To work on some dance techniques, his friend San lets us use their gym.”

“That guy in the opposing frat?” Mingi slurs a scoff, burrowing into Yunho’s thigh.

Yunho’s deep laugh sounds behind the screen and it settles you in your sleep disrupted state.

“Wooyoung might being trying to charm San into switching, among other things…”

This turn in the conversation seems to peak the younger guy's interest as he flips on his back suddenly, gazing up at your best friend with starry eyes.

“I’ve never been with a guy, hyung.”

“Do you want to try it out?”

Yunho’s hand strokes the bleached hair away from the younger man's temple.

“Are you offering?”

He sits up excitedly, tongue toying at the corner of his mouth.

“Maybe, but not right now. You’re in no condition.”

Yunho laughs tenderly, warming you with comfort. Bottom lip jutting out the other guy flops back into Yunho’s lap.

The video ends there, the only message after it is what you assume to be the frat boys name.

Mingi.

PART 3: FORMAL RECRUITMENT

You and Yunho had started your little secret in freshman year, accidentally.

When the then, fraternity president, Yoon Jeonghan had happily pulled you both into a room for a make out that led to much more. Changing the dynamics of your friendship with Yunho subtly. Clandestinely.

When you weren’t in the relationship, that was quite literally sucking the life out of you. Yunho often brought up another person to your solo dorm and eased the two of you into a consensual threesome.

This was different though, Yunho had never asked you to test the waters on a new third, alone. Either he tested them or you were all comfortable enough to dive right into triple play.

“What’s different with this new pledge?” You asked, prodding Wooyoung in the ribs to steer his attention away from his burger.

He shrugs in an answer before tilting his head and offering a response, “I think Yunho might like him, they went to school together when they were younger and he transferred here after having a hard time at his other college last year, specifically for Yunho.”

You scrunch your nose in thought, chewing on another fry.

“Yunho likes everyone.”

“Noona you know what I mean,” Wooyoung grips your chin so you have to stare into his eyes.

“Oh.”

Wooyoung nods with a wag of his brows, releasing you with the knowledge you understood what he meant. Mingi wasn’t just a throw away third, Yunho wanted him to become part of your group. Maybe something more?

“I’m just glad you’re single again, it was getting a lot to handle over the last year.”

Wooyoung rambled on about how he needed both you and Yunho.

“Woo do you think what we’re doing is…” you break off with a click of your tongue, having interrupted him mid thought of your own.

“What?” He snags a fry, smirking as you swat at him.

“I don’t know, do you think it’s ok? I mean I don’t want to lose you guys over something as silly as sex.”

Wooyoung didn’t immediately respond, which worried you even more.

“I think we are in college, exploring ourselves and having a little fun. We don't have to have all the answers or anything figured out right now.”

He gives you a shrug but you can see the tension in his shoulders. You and Woo shared a wariness of strangers and fear of losing people that Yeosang and Yunho didn’t have. Nobody ever left the two of them, they were sunshine bottled up in human form.

Your circle hadn’t added anyone new since sophomore year of college when your high school friend, Yeosang, had showed up at your University with Wooyoung.

Which felt like forever ago but had only been three semesters ago in reality. The two had taken their first semester abroad in the German exchange program.

Even then, none of your friends had ever had sex with just you. Sure, Wooyoung got drunk at parties and enjoyed making out with any of you that were willing. All of you enjoyed dirty dancing all over the sticky frat or sorority floors together.

Although frat president Hongjoong was definitely not among the willing. He’d frozen up like a Ouija board when Wooyoung planted a sloppy kiss on him during his election celebration.

Speaking of the devil, Kim Hongjoong was sauntering up to your table, with a wicked smile on his distracting lips.

Oh no.

“Yunho told me you were finally single and ready to Mingle.”

Hongjoong fixed you with a reading stare and challenging smirk.

“HJ, not today,” you groan, massaging your temples.

He slides onto the table top, “no not today, but next Friday.”

Hongjoong plucks a fry from your dwindling order, nibbling away while awaiting your response.

You naw on your bottom lip, as Yunho approaches with Seonghwa. It seemed Hongjoong had escaped them in order to harass you first.

“Are they coming?” Seonghwa asks excitedly.

Tossing his bag onto the seat and slipping his black hoodie off one shoulder to expose a black tank top below. Before gliding on top of the sun warmed table and snatching a bite of Wooyoung's burger.

You look up and right into the puppy dog eyes of Yunho, “We have another surprise for you.”

Yunho smiled encouragingly, Seonghwa shot you an eager nod with stuffed cheeks, Wooyoung squeezed your elbow, and with the deepest sigh you blink your eyes in consent.

“Fine, I’ll be there and Yeosang will too.”

“What?” Yeosang’s head whips to you from where he was slipping into the bench beside Wooyoung. Who is fighting Seonghwa for his burger.

“I’ll explain later.”

Wooyoung taps his arm once his burger has been rescued. But Yeosang continues to bounce a confused stare from you to the fraternity across from you.

“Lovely!” Hongjoong claps his hands together excitedly, like the mad magician he is.

PART 4: INVITATIONS

You release a deep sigh, thumb skimming the text invite that Yunho had dropped in your group chat last weekend.

“You sure you’re good to do this?” Yeosang’s hand touches your shoulder, drawing you back into your budget uber, a squashed Nissan Leaf.

“Yea, I need a hook up and some trash frat booze to solidify the end of my shitty relationship.”

Yeosang nods in agreement, he couldn’t take much more of your dorm room hermiting. Post high school sweetheart breakup (for the second time). You’re still unsure how you were convinced to give him a second chance.

“Let's go then, looks like the party is in full swing.”

You finally look out the window, the 1940s brick craftsman is borderline radioactive with the amount of neon lights covering it inside and out.

The two of you make your way up the neatly trimmed lawn, taking care not to disrupt the group of stoners that are gazing up at the stars trying to locate the big dipper.

Yeosang’s white netted shirt glows an otherworldly purple as you descend into the black lights inside the house.

You’d chosen a comfortable party fit. But did take Yeosang’s advice and threw on the top he’d suggested. Hoping that the magic it was doing for your cleavage was enough to get you laid tonight.

The two of you locate a familiar face among the crowd; Hongjoong is sitting on the stairs carefully rolling a blunt. You lick your lips at the sight of his tongue flicking out to seal the wrapper.

Shit, you really needed to get laid tonight.

“Hey HJ,” You nod to the person leaning on the wall next to him and they smile politely back.

“Hey! I can’t believe you’re actually here.”

You roll your eyes as Hongjoong hugs the two of you at once.

“As if you’d let me ditch this time.”

Hongjoong smirks at you as he reclaims his seat on the stairs.

“Where’s Woo?” Yeosang asks, hoping his friend hasn’t already gotten into trouble.

“Oh Yunho and Woo are both downstairs, they’re doing a little dance thing.”

Hongjoong passed the blunt he’d been rolling to his companion. Waving his hand dismissively towards the entry of another room.

“Through the kitchen right?” Yeosang says, slipping his hand in yours, tugging you in what you can only imagine is the direction of the kitchen.

“Mmhmm.” Hongjoong murmurs, sending you a wink as you slip into the crowd, “good luck!”

Yeosang guides you in front of him once you locate the basement stairs. You’re thankful for all the brightness of the yellow rope lighting as you clamber down the sticky stairs. The music reaches your ears immediately.

“Oh my god, are we in 2012? Who the fuck is playing booty wurk?”

“Haven't you seen the new TikTok dance?”

“No.”

You and Yeosang descend the final layer of stairs just in time for the first chorus and an eyeful of your childhood best friend with a cap low over his eyes dancing in perfect sync with Wooyoung to the older R&B song.

Yeosang’s gasping face is a mirror of yours when you turn to him.

The two of you take up real estate on the stairs to watch their little show above the heads of the gathered college crowd.

You screech as the hip rolls start, and Yeosang shakes you as your two friends glide through the crowd. Dancing a path until Wooyoung is on his knees and you notice the person filming him. Wooyoung tugs the brim of his hat and slams the camera away.

The crowd screams, engulfing the boys in hugs and cheers. The two of you join in the cheers, before trying to get their attention.

“WOO! YUNHO!” You shout, waving your hands.

Yunho’s head snaps up and a grin fills his face as he comes to scoop you off the stairs in a spinning hug.

“You made it!” His smile widens when he sets you down.

“Yea, yea no big deal” you wave his excitement off.

“I want you to meet someone, where did he go…” Yunho breaks off as he scans the room.

“Can I least get a drink off before you start forcing socialization on me?”

Your pre-hookup jitters have made a reappearance, and you’re secretly wishing you had snuck off to get high with Hongjoong instead.

He laughs, “ok ok. Woo? Yeo?”

Their heads pop up and they push away from their perches against the wall where they had been reviewing the dance video, to join you. The four of you weave through bodies to the fraternity's wet bar.

Yunho sets to work mixing up some drinks when another T-Pain song scratches across the speakers, and Wooyoung shouts in delight as the whole crowd starts singing offkey to Buy U A Drank.

Your best friend shakes his head laughing to himself.

“What?”

“I know where he is now,” Yunho wags his brows at you as he passes a cup to you and Yeosang who is watching the screaming crowd with confused curiosity.

“I can’t see anything!” You turn to Yunho, as he takes a sip of his drink regarding you over the rim with mischievous eyes.

He taps the bar counter, “hop up here.”

Yunho sets his cup down on the other side and lifts you into the counter before you have time to think.

A small circle has formed around three people. In the center is a guy with dyed silver hair, shaggy and falling across his eyes.

“That’s Song Mingi,” Yunho smirks up at you.

Ahhh, mystery fratboy finally has a last name.

You roll your eyes back at him, as if hadn’t been sending you propaganda of his high school friend the two weeks leading up to the party.

Both of you turn back to the dancers, and you take a big gulp of your drink as he starts body rolling along with the others. The exception is- his gyrations are ridiculously fluid putting the other two dancers to shame.

“Fine, he’s cute” you yield, and Yunho leans into the side of your legs with a triumphant laugh.

“He’s more than cute, he has perfect proportions,” Yunho takes another sip of his drink before turning his face to yours, “still wanna test him out for me?” Yunho whispers against your cheek, his hand giving your knee a squeeze.

Your eyes couple briefly before yours drift to Yunho’s smiling lips and you grant him a nod and a quick peck.

“He has to fuck well with moves like that,” Wooyoung tugs on Yeosang’s arm and the other guy rolls his eyes.

“Wait, why is everyone confused whether Mingi is good in bed or not?”

Your question goes unanswered. Leaving you vaguely worried that you’ve been roped into popping someone’s cherry. But Yunho would do that to you.

Would he?

“That’s the one?” Yeosang questions you and Yunho, to which you both nod.

Yeosang purses his lips surveying the dance moves, he himself is not interested in the same shenanigans as Yunho and Wooyoung. He had simply come to grab a free drink and deliver you to Yunho. Or take you home if you weren’t feeling up to it.

“He does have pretty proportions,” Yeosang nods, mutually agreeing with Yunho.

Wooyoung slaps Yeosang across the chest, “Mingi has pretty everything you should see his-”

“Agh.”

Yeosang slaps his hand over Wooyoung’s mouth, face contorted in disgust at the oversharing.

“Do I want to know?” You query Yunho.

“I honestly have no idea, Mingi still hasn’t been with a guy to my knowledge or hooked up with anyone since he transferred.”

Oh, maybe that’s why everyone’s so unsure if he’s good in bed or not.

“We went skinny dipping!”

Wooyoung rolls his eyes while stealing a sip of your drink.

“Ahhh…” Yunho wags his eyebrows, “with San?”

Wooyoung sends Yunho a glare at the mention of Yunho’s opposing frat president, “San stood guard.”

Yunho and Wooyoung appear to be having an argument with their eyes, one that you and Yeosang have apparently not been clued in on. As Yeosang looks at you with confused brows and you shrug in response.

Time to diffuse this before it escalates.

“I really need to meet this DJ.”

You steal your cup back from Wooyoung as another 2000’s club hit comes on.

“Oh it's just Seonghwa! He wants to see you both,” Wooyoung’s festering mood quickly dissolves as he turns to lead the way to the makeshift DJ booth.

“Just Hwa,” You and Yeosang share a secret smile.

Yeosang had developed a small crush on the upperclassman, something about his eye brows and fluid personality.

You slip off the counter and Yunho’s lips brush your ear, “that’s your other surprise.”

“Mine or Yeosang’s?”

You laugh lightly, nudging Yeosang in front of you.

By the time you shuffle through all the bodies Mingi is also waiting at the booth. Chatting eagerly to Seonghwa, who is in full alter ego, DJ Mito gear.

Wooyoung excitedly begins to introduce you and Yeosang when Mingi blurts out, “the one that needs to get laid.”

“To clarify, that is not me,” Yeosang raises his hand in earnest.

All of you laugh at both of their honesty. Mingi flushes suddenly dissolving into a giant puppy in front of you, staring at his shoes.

Oh, now this you can definitely work with.

“Well, it’s true.” You shrug, “and you’re the one that’s been selected to take care of that situation for me?”

Mingi looks shyly at you under his brow top teeth worrying his bottom lip before he gives a nod.

You stifle a groan and take a sip of your drink, or more accurately, down it.

Seonghwa’s attention turns back to mixing the music, one ear if his headphones off to listen to your group to the best of his multitasking capability.

Yunho’s laughs and bumps Mingi with his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, she doesn't bite…that hard.”

He teases, draping an arm across Mingi’s shoulders. You clock how Mingi leans eagerly into Yunho’s touch.

Interesting.

Yeosang catches your observing, raising his eyebrows at you to gather your attention.

“You good?” Yeosang mouths and you nod in return, eyes flicking to Seonghwa but Yeosang shakes his head in dismissal.

“Next time,” you mouth back at him and his cheeks flush.

“Yeo come dance with me!”

Wooyoung tugs on Yeosang’s hands, sloshing punch everywhere.

Yeosang rolls his eyes in tender annoyance, “after I wash this off my hands.”

“I’ve got a couple of towels,” Seonghwa tosses one to Yeosang, as Wooyoung snatches the cup to chug the remnants of his drink.

“There! Now let's dance.”

Woo bounces as Yeosang purposely takes his time in drying himself off.

Your eyes flit back to Yunho, who is whispering something to Mingi as Yeosang delicately dabs his hands with the towel. Yunho turns to kiss your temple before collecting a needy Wooyoung, a reluctant Yeosang and pushing Mingi towards you.

“Take care of her Mingles.”

Before you have time to object, three of your friends melt into the crowd and Seonghwa sings you a conspiratorial wink.

Mingi looks up at you from under his bangs, “wanna dance?”

You flash him a startled smile and nod, pulling his hands from his pockets and slinking through the crowd together to a little spot on the floor.

Through the forest of arms you see Yeosang and Wooyoung with arms draped across each other's shoulders, foreheads touching and hips undulating to the beat. Yunho dances behind them with a mutual friend from a sorority, his eyes find yours and he wags his brows as if he was smirking with his eyes.

Mingi’s hands switch from shy to confident as he turns you to face him, slotting you over his leg and fingers biting softly into your hips. You laugh warmly at his boldness and loop your arms around his neck and roll in time with him. He beams down at you.

“What?” You tilt your head in question.

“Should have known that all of Yunho’s friends can dance.”

Mingi’s hands drift up your back to spin you around, facing away from him.

“I hardly call this dancing,” you call above the music.

His laugh rumbles against your spine and you let him press his front into your backside, your ass molding into the cavern of his hips. Allowing your head to drop back onto his shoulder, swaying your body in tandem with Mingi’s, as his hands skim across the front of your hips.

You make it through three songs, dazedly watching your friends through the crowd. Yunho’s fellow Greek friend has disappeared. He and Yeosang have sandwiched Wooyoung in a slow grind to the current song. Yunho keeps stealing reassuring glances at you and Mingi between the gyrating field of bodies.

Eventually you lose sight of them, sinking into the pleasant hum of your head and thrum of your body. A combination of the bass from Seonghwa’s music and the drink Yunho had mixed for you.

Mingi’s thumb skims under the hem of your top to stroke your stomach, causing you movements to stutter a little bit as he tentatively presses your clothed pussy into his thigh from behind.

“Hi.” Mingi breathes caging you in, “do you want to go upstairs where it is quieter?”

You tilt your head, “eager to get started already?” you tease.

“Something like that,” he nibbles his bottom lip again, waiting for your consenting nod before taking your hand and guiding you back towards the stairs.

On your way up to Mingi’s room you catch sight of Yunho making out with Wooyoung, while Yeosang taps away on his phone ignoring the pair.

A feat which you found so difficult that it causes you to miss a step and fall against Mingi.

Wooyoung is perched on the bar with Yunho between his legs, devouring one another. But that isn’t what causes your stuttering footwork on the stairs, it's Wooyoung’s pretty hands drifting down to clench equal handfuls of Yunho’s ass.

“Are you okay?”

Mingi’s voice snaps you out of your gaping, his warm eyes calling you back to him.

You give him a quick smile, “I will be in a minute.”

PART 5: THE PLEDGING

This is how you ended up in your current position, sprawled under the massive man named Mingi. He hadn’t even kissed you yet and your blood was already racing each time he looks up at you from under his lashes.

“Are you still okay with this?” His fingertips stroke your cheek.

You nod your mouth parting as his thumb pressed into your bottom lip. Mingi’s resolve was lost when the tip of your tongue flicked against the pad of his finger, a soft moan escaping him before pressing his lips to yours.

The two of you quickly find a dance of lips, teeth and tongue. Mingi licks eagerly into your mouth, almost stealing your air with how hard he sucks on your tongue. You nibble his bottom lip in response. The two of you shudder against each other, gasping for air before diving right back into ravaging one another's mouths.

You let your hands explore his body, over the loose black tee he has tucked into the matching pants. Pulling it loose so that you can trail your fingers up the soft skin of his spine.

Mingi nudges your nose with his, signaling you to tilt your head so that he could get more access. Your pelvis rocks up into his when he sucks your tongue and he rolls back. A ghost of the moves you had seen earlier.

You tuck your hands into his fluffy faded hair and tug at the nape. Mingi moans low and deep into the back of your throat, the vibrations sending your nipples hard. As if he knew, his hand skidded up to squeeze a breast through your shirt and bra. You nip at his lip in response.

He chuckles low, pulling back to meet your gaze, “do you even know my name?”

“Mingi,” you whisper and you watch how his pupils dilate in response.

Fueling your next assault, looping your arms around his neck and craning up to kiss each side of his jaw, “Song.”

A kiss to his cheek, “Mingi.”

Lastly, a teasing kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Mingi growls and the two of you begin frantically shedding your clothing, as soon as you are nude he lifts you up the bed to rest against the pillows. He reclines back on his heels, the swell in his boxers looking dangerously bigger than you had anticipated.

“Still want to do this?”

Mingi laughs huskily at your consistently eager nod.

“I’ll go slow,” His voice oozes with reassurance.

You swallow and meet his eyes, sprawled before him like the last dinner, completely nude and exposed. His fingertips dimple into the top of your knees as he drinks you in.

Mingi slowly opens your knees, still testing you for any signs of push back or rejection of consent. You feel your timidness subside when Mingi’s eyes locked eyes with the swell of your pussy, when he couldn’t contain his tongue from flicking out to lick his lips.

Mingi reaches out to run his middle finger firmly down the slick valley of your folds, causing your hips to jerk as he bumps over tender the nerves of your clit.

“Sensitive?”

He looks up at you from under his lashes again, and it takes everything in you to not squeeze your thighs shut and moan

“Yea,” you huffs, “it’s been awhile and even then my ex was always too tired to take care of my needs.”

“Of course he was,” Mingi let out a sarcastic laugh as he thrust two fingers inside you.

You gasp clutching the sheets, hips chasing his hand on their own accord.

“Are you okay?” He asks, gaze rising with the roll of your body until he meets your eyes, “I need to loosen you up a bit so I don’t hurt you.”

You give a tight nod, breathing deeply through your nose as tendrils of arousal begin to spread their roots as he starts working his fingers. Your body is so keyed up from lack of intimate touch that you’re dousing his hand in what feels like seconds.

“Just relax and enjoy yourself.”

Mingi curls his fingers against the front wall of your cunt and his thumb lazily circles your clit as you pump your hips against his hand in blatant desperation. Chasing the foreign feeling of someone else bringing you to orgasm.

Coming so fast, that you grind your teeth together and clutch his brawny forearm as your body bows off the bed. The first orgasm coasting over you, like your first gasp of air.

Mingi moans at the sight of you and adds another finger, extending your orgasm until you’re trying to roll over to escape it. His other hand pins you to the bed by your thigh. You’re affixed, watching Mingi as he watches you with parted lips. Your hips meeting his thrusting hand and you convulse again. Mingi groans, his hand on your thigh tightening.

“Mingi-Mingi, ngh,” you claw at his arm as you feel the release gush around his fingers.

“That’s enough, I like it a little rough. Please, I want to feel you.”

You’re tugging his wrist and drawing your hips away. Mingi leans forward with a soft huff, brushing his lips against yours before grabbing a condom from the windowsill.

You stare at the sight above you, his rippling abdomen, the impulsive thoughts winning and you raked a hand gently down his stomach. He tenses in response and goose bumps erupt across his chest.

You drag your nails down the divide of his muscles slipping beneath the soft fabric of his fitted boxers and tilt your head back to meet his watchful eyes.

“You’re so soft.”

Mingi lets out a surprised laugh at your compliment, his head dropping to your shoulder.

“Would you like to keep touching me, or me to get started?” He whispers, lips kissing your earlobe.

You tuck your toes into the sides of his boxers and tug them down as a response. Mingi raises an eyebrow at you.

“My ex wasn’t always sex repulsed by me.”

You shrug and Mingi dives to plant another soft kiss on your lips as your fingertips idly stroke his length. Your thumb tracing the pearl of precum around the tip.

“Careful Mingi, you’ll make me think this was all because of me.”

You return his kisses as he mutters an, “it is” against your lips.

A hand coming up to cup your breast, “all for these and this,” his large hand cups your damp pussy as he sinks back onto his heels.

His thumb strokes your bottom lip, “and really for this mouth and that smile.”

Mingi groans when you nip the tip of his thumb. His teeth rip open the condom in his other hand and he wastes no time in rolling it over his intimidating erection.

“Ready for me?”

Suddenly the shyness washes over him again, he fists his length, hand lightly bracing on your thigh and you can’t stop another eager nod in response.

Mingi holds true to his promise of going slow, rubbing his sheathed erection over your wet folds until you’re begging him to stop. Cunt clenching around nothing, needing to feel the stretch you know he will bring. He grips your hips, eyebrows pinching together as he lines up at your entrance.

You gasp as the fat head of his tip breaks inside, your hips chasing his cock to seek more and Mingi complies with a grunt of his own. Sinking slowly into you, his long fingers spreading your lower lips open to make his leisurely dive smoother for the both of you.

Your lungs feel empty by the time he is fully seated inside of you. His arms slide under your shoulders to cup the nape of your neck as he rocks upwards into you. The movement stroking places you have never felt.

“Oh fuck-“ you clutch at his bicep “Mingi.”

He kisses you again, mouth just as eager as earlier, rolling his hips deep into you as his tongue glosses over yours. Mingi rocks with a controlled place as your body tightens on itself again. His mouth seeks out your breast, tongue laving at your nipple and you gasp as he grazes it with his teeth.

“You like it a little rough right?” He looks up at you as his mouth sucks your nipple behind his teeth.

You cry out a “yes!” At the sensation.

Mingi moans in response around your breast. His hands reach down to wrap your legs around his hips as he sinks impossibly deeper against you. Stretching your entrance with his thick base in a way that makes you lose anything left of your resolve.

You’re filled up entirely with him, it doesn’t take long until you feel the tension building in your core, your walls squeezing around him.

Mingi abandons his marking of your breast to watch you. Clutching his ass, thrusting frantically into his stilled movement as he presses upwards into you so that it’s focused against the sensitive ridges of your glory spot.

“Say my name,” Mingi grunts.

His hands bruise into the valley of where your hips meet your thighs.

“Mingi,” your strangled whine comes, as heat blooms up your neck and across your cheekbones.

He groans holding himself firm, hands gliding up your ribcage to give each of your breasts a synchronized squeeze.

“That’s it baby, use me all you want, this is about you.”

Mingi puffs out short pants, not unaffected by your movements either. Squeezing your breasts entirely with a pitchy whine of his own, as your legs shudder around his thighs.

“Mingi,” you beg and his hand slips to your jaw as you eyes flutter open to meet his.

Mingi’s lips connect with yours, tongues sweeping against each other. Until your head presses back into the pillow as your orgasm crests, as tight as his hand fisting the hair at the nape of your neck.

Mingi starts thrusting into you again, his lips parting, gazes fluttering open to meet and never leaving yours as he picks up speed. Drifting you through your second orgasm or the night.

“Shit,” Mingi grunts in response.

Hips lazily rolling into you, in a way you didn’t know was possible. The top of his pelvis rubbing deliciously against your swollen clit.

“Mingi-”

He moans, “louder.”

“Mingi!”

You cry out in pleasure and he lets go of his controlled strokes. One final crushing kiss to your lips he reaches down, and throws your legs over his shoulders. The two of you moan in unison as he swirls wide circles into your cunt.

“How could anyone ever leave this pussy alone?”

Mingi pins your knees to your shoulders, thrusting your breasts between them obscenely, his eyebrows converging at the sight of you, his breathing becoming ragged.

“Oh god baby,” he sinks his weight into you, stealing your air.

You gasp and tremble in bliss at the depth his dick has reached.

“Mingi,” you breathe.

He continues to rock in and out with half pulled strokes. Ensuring he continues to fill you up entirely, not wanting to miss an inch of your canal seizing around him at his inviting intrusion.

“You look so good like this,” his gaze slips up to meet yours.

Your eyes flick down to the folds of your stomach, your tits bulging between the bracket of your thighs and whimper as you watch Mingi pull almost completely out suddenly and press back in slowly.

Who the fuck is this kid?

“Let's just do this a couple of times, please.”

You give him half a nod. Too taken by watching him. Gasping in rapture each time his body shudders, as you squeeze around his tip when he matches it to the entrance of your pussy.

Your insides fighting each thrust back in, a budding feeling so intense you can barely hold your eyes open. Sharp sounds leaving your lips in little uhts and uhs. Nails embedding into the caps of his shoulders.

“Does it feel good?” Mingi huffs, sounding strained.

Finally.

“So good Mingi,” you whimper, and it truly is so good. No man had ever made you come apart so many times.

“You're so wet for me, fuck. Can you come again?”

You gasp a “yes!”

Mingi thrusts in, pressing his hips up into your clit again causing the orgasm to begin unfurling.

“Oh god” you whimper, “they keep coming.”

Mingi lets out a stutter of groans intermingled with a raspy laugh, when your cunt clamps down on him. His jaw tightens and you fall apart when he firmly wedges himself inside, hand coming up to press on your stomach. You cry out silently as he repeats the motion until he gets what he is seeking.

You spray the lower part of his stomach, the cute little swell that sits between the peaks of his hip bones and he lets a ragged breath at the sight of you ruined underneath him.

“Oh oh-oh,” you thrash as your legs try to straighten at the sensation.

“Fuck yes!”

Mingi’s resolve finally breaks, hooking his thumbs into the ditch of your knees and letting loose. Hips pounding against yours as the waves of your orgasm roll back to form a new crest. His face hovering above yours, eyes lowered to watch how you take him and he groans, gaze lifting to meet your lidded one.

You clutch at the blankets, face titling and greeting Mingi’s lips sloppily as you pant into each other's mouths between haphazard kisses.

Your body’s connecting with wet laps and tight thrusts. His damp chest brushing your stiffened nipples in an opportune way that has you coming again. The hardest one of the night, from the multiple points of stimulation happening to your body.

Maybe the hardest one ever.

Mingi’s body jerks and he lets out a booming version of your name as your insides clench him, spilling his own release into the condom as your orgasm seizes his cock. You cry out louder than all your grunts and moans before.

He lets your legs go and they numbly butterfly open around his waist, as your body trembles under his continuous motions.

Mingi whispers your name in repetition as he tosses his head back, toned hips working the both of you through the aftershocks.

You open your eyes when the roaring in your ears subsides and Mingi’s are still closed, his forehead pressed to yours. One hand braced on the pillow beside your head and the other idly stroking your calf.

“Fuck,” he swallows loudly.

You let out a breathy laugh and his eyes flutter open, and slowly, while holding your gaze he shifts back. Kissing each of your thighs as he lowers them, hands spreading across the soft of your stomach and rubbing back down to your front of your hips

“Are you ok?”

“Yea, very ok.”

Mingi smiles scooting back to slowly pull out. You shudder as the warmth of your own release leaks out of you and Mingi moans.

“You came so hard,” his thumb circles your entrance causing your hips to lift off the bed and a lewd moan to escape you- “don’t move.”

Mingi removes his hand, slipping off the bed to remove the condom. Tying it in a knot and tossing it into the bin by his desk.

He returns to you, erection still bobbing as he looks down at you with those hungry, dragon eyes. Seeking treasure.

“Can I?”

His eyes flick to yours, tongue peaking out the corner of his lips.

“Can you what?”

You shuffle up on tired elbows and yelp as Mingi sends you right back flat, tugging you to the end of the bed as he lowers into a crouch.

“What do you think, can I clean you up?”

You shift up again, nodding a little shyly and Mingi grins devilishly before opening you wide to him again.

“I’ll make it worth the trouble for you.”

“Trouble for me-umph.”

The question dies in your throat. There is no kitten licking or test kisses, he dives right in mouth suctioned to your dripping core. Sucking licking and moaning into the sensitive flesh.

“Oh fuck, Mingi!”

Your head drops between your shoulders as his hands wrap around the tops of your thighs, his nose bumping your clit with the passionate way he’s devouring your pussy.

“What happened to the bashful guy downsta-ah,” you break off into a wail.

Mingi moans as you shudder, undeniably leaking more arousal into his waiting mouth, you grasp at his hand and he takes hold of your fingertips as the other sinks into his hair and he groans into your cunt when you pull.

“Mingi!”

Shamelessly rubbing your pelvis into his face as the tension starts to tighten again. Your brain is on fire with the feeling of his mouth on you, in combination with the pleasant ache in your core where he had just been. It’s all too much, and all too good at the same time.

“Mingi, Mingi, Mingi,” you chant softly, “oh Mingi!”

He laps at you again and again in a way either of you can’t seem to get enough of, the telltale way he’s got a crushing grasp on your thighs as if his broad shoulders aren’t enough to keep you open to him. Mingi groans into your cunt, tongue flexing inside your entrance. Just as you're climaxing nicely you feel his teeth graze your clit.

Stars explode, never in your life had you felt your vision go dark and white at the same time. You cry out so strangely that you don’t even recognize your own voice. Your spine arching until the band snaps and sends you collapsing back against the bed, wheezing for air.

“Too much?”

You feel rather than see Mingi leave a kiss to your sex swollen pussy.

“What-what, the fuck was that?”

He huffs a laugh through his nose, “told you I’d make it worth it.”

Mingi slips from between your thighs and the bed sags on either side of your ribs, his lower half cloaking yours with welcome warmth as your eyes finally regain their ability to open.

You touch his cheek, gazing at him with newfound admiration, “who taught you to fuck like this?”

Mingi laughs and lowers his eyes almost bashfully, you groan. His intermittent shyness will no doubt be the death of you, and Yunho.

PART SIX: BREAKFAST

“Hey baby, we are going to miss breakfast if you don’t wake up.”

Mingi’s deep timbre melodiously sweeps into your dreamless sleep.

You groan, stretching around his body that’s sitting next to you on the bed. Eyes drifting open to find a much more scholarly version of the demon that turned your body into the aching, sated mess it is now.

“Are those real?”

Mingi touches the wire frame of his glasses, laughing shyly.

“Yea.”

“Mmm, so cute,” you pull him down for a kiss.

Mingi moans into your moan and suddenly your body isn’t so sore anymore. Hands drifting to the open collar of the buttons on his henley.

“Come on, our friends are waiting for us to head to breakfast.”

You groan in protest, kissing his neck.

“I could eat you for breakfast.”

Mingi moans low, his hand supporting your neck in a way that tells you he’s as close to giving up on food as you are, but his growling stomach makes you stop. His cheeks and ears turn pink

He retrieves a t-shirt and sweats that had been sitting at the foot of the bed, “picked you some of my stuff so you don’t have to do the walk of shame.”

“Careful, I might develop a little crush on a thoughtful guy like you.”

He nuzzles you again, “get dressed please, I want to eat and then come back and have you again. If that’s ok with you?”

Mingi pulls back to meet your gaze, puppy eyes on full display. Internally you’re crumbling into a swooning pile of nothing.

Fuck.

“Yes, please.” You peck him on the lips before climbing out from under his covers.

Mingi sits back against the headboard and watches you slip into the clothes he’s lending you. His eyes furrowed in thought.

“Why didn’t you just hook up with Yunho?” Mingi asks from his sprawled position on the bed, taking a swig of the water he’d put on the nightstand for you.

“Because Yunho and I never have sex without a third,” You tug his shirt down, “and he wanted me fuck you first, before he takes you or us to bed.”

You laugh as Mingi sputters and chokes on the water, his cheeks flaming.

You climb into his lap completely dressed, “not that you really needed a test run in my opinion.”

“Does that mean, all of us…together?”

You bite back a moan as Mingi looks at you with the widest puppy eyes you never knew he could display.

You raise an eyebrow, “are you trying to convince me to skip breakfast?”

“Breakfast first, we'll need our energy.”

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