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bizbat · 10 months ago

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HEYY!! What about Jaybird with an s/o whos also a vigilante and she’s like super serious and quiet, Her outfit for fighting is like super duper revealing aswell so add nsfw :3

(If ur comfortable with it!!)

It's The Suit

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~ Jason Todd x Fem!AFAB!Reader

~ Explicit Smut

~ Reader is mentioned to have "plush thighs", but appearance is otherwise not described.

~ Wc: 2.4K

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C/W: Smut, Pet names (Angel, Doll, Slut, Baby, Princess) Mdom, Groping, Light Choking, Spit, Creampie, Cunnilingus/Analingus (Jason eats it from the back) Use of the terms "cunt", "mound", "tits", "slutty", "pussy", Pussy Smacking, Public Sex, Begging, Pussyjob

There's just something about that suit . . .

"You know, you are technically on my turf." His voice is crisp in your ear. It seems he only ever puts what Batman taught him to use when he wants to mess with you. "If you were anyone else I'd have dropped you off Gotham Bridge by now."

"How sweet . . ." You respond in a monotone voice. You're laid on your stomach, perched on top of a building with a set of binoculars in front of your face. You're more focused on the perp you've been trailing all week than your . . . boyfriend? Friend with benefits? Guy you sometimes go out to eat with, and have sex with regularly? Doesn't matter, you're doing your best not to pay any attention to him.

"Are you sure you're not cold in that thing?"

You wish he would do the same. He knows how much comments about your costume bother you, but he can't help it! It's just a little thing, barely big enough to hide, well, anything really. He can't tell you how many times he's seen it ride up between your cheeks, or be so taut against your body that he can see your nipples poking through on extra cold nights. Not to mention the cutouts on your sides and chest.

If it was made out of any other material you could probably wear it to a club and leave with a couple hundreds stuffed in it.

He's already reaching for your body before he even realizes it. It's too late to stop now, his hands are already stroking their way up from your calves. It's frankly beyond him at this point. "It's just so . . . tiny."

"Everyone always says that." You squirm, your leg subconsciously kicking up when he brushes over that sensitive spot on the back of your knee. "Black Canary basically wears the same thing, and no one ever says anything about her suit." You mumble, still not turning to face him. Jason can't help but be amused by your response. "No, she doesn't, and yes, they do." He presses his thumb into your skin, massaging the tense muscles beneath his gloved fingertips.

"Jay, I-I have to fo-" "Shhh, I know, I know," You try to push his hands back, your skin becoming more and more sensitive the higher he gets. It doesn't help that he's applying the perfect amount of pressure. "Just . . . focus baby, alright? Focus for me." It's hard to do what he says when he's slipped off his helmet and is now pressing feathery kisses to your exposed skin.

Still though, you try, pulling the now discarded binoculars back to your face and hoping he decides to cease his ministrations. Unfortunately for you, he's got no plans to stop any time soon. "What's he doing, baby?" His hands inch closer and closer to the dip between your legs, his hands squeezing and tugging at the fat of your upper thighs. "Tell me." He says sternly.

Your hands clench around the binoculars. You have to take a few breaths to calm yourself enough to answer him. "He-he's ah-" His thumbs are working their way under your suit, teasingly stroking your lips. "He's leaving n-now, probably headed-Jason!" He laughs again, he knows he's been pushing it. "What, doll? What's wrong?" He says, as if he didn't just have his face between your thighs, his lips gently kissing your pussy through your suit.

"I told you to focus," He says with a smirk, his hips almost grinding into the concrete below him. "Don't you worry 'bout what I'm doing, yeah?" He only continues, two of his fingers brushing against your mound as he plays with the band of your suit, tugging it away from your heat so he can get better access. Try as you might, he pokes at your folds with his tongue, the wet muscle barely dancing against your lips.

You can't stop your hips from swaying back to meet his face, begging for him to use more pressure. The tips of Jason's ears burn at your tiny gasps, the cute little noises only encouraging him to try and make you louder. His hand, the one not tugging at your suit, begins its attack on your ass, grabbing and squeezing your soft, doughy flesh. By now you've completely lost sight of the guy you were trailing, your hips chasing his face.

You moan his name, the binoculars once again thrown to the side, as you rise to your knees, your chest still parallel to the concrete roof beneath you. "Ohh, that's it angel," Jason finally stops toying with the stretchy fabric of your suit, pulling it to the side of your ass so he can finally see all of you. "Such a pretty pussy. So wet for me." He sticks his tongue out, pressing it flat against your folds, before licking a stripe all the way up to your asshole, circling it with his tongue.

He shallowly wriggles his tongue inside, just deep enough for you to reach back and push at his head with a whine. He laughs, lightly smacking your ass before kissing the puckered hole, and lowering his head back down to your pussy. "Alright doll, I get it, I get it." He uses two of his fingers to spread your lips, putting your dripping cunt for him.

He kisses you there too, before winding back and spitting a fat (unnecessary) glob of spit directly onto your clit. He works too well, sucking and licking exactly when and where you need him to, his pace slowly speeding up. The way he moans into you, it's as if it's just as pleasurable for him as it is for you. And it must be, the way his cock is straining against his zipper like this. God, you've got no idea what you do to him, especially in that tiny, slutty little suit of yours.

And dear God, he starts using his fingers, and your vision blurs and your back arches even deeper. Your chest heaves as he pumps his fingers in and out, curling against your g spot everytime, all while his tongue still swirls against your clit, flicking and circling the perky nub. Your hand finds its way into his hair, your fingers curling around the inky locks as he drinks up your juices. Jason groans at the feeling of your slick practically pouring down his chin.

It's a wonder how he's even able to breathe, his face so deep between your plush thighs. Not like he cares, though, if he could choose a way to go out again, it'd be with his face buried deep in your cunt. He's in heaven, he swears it. He can hear the sound of those pearly gates opening, though that might just be the sound of your sweet, sweet broken moans. That, combined with a lack of oxygen. Besides that, you can't tell him he's not eating out an angel right now.

Eventually though, he rips himself away, loudly sucking air into his lungs so he doesn't actually go to heaven. He curses his body for needing air to breathe. Maybe he can use "increasing his lung capacity" as an excuse to eat you out later, not now though. Right now, his cock is so painfully hard from being neglected, he's struggling to form proper thoughts.

"You ready for me, doll? S' this slutty pussy ready to take me?" He asks, ripping off his belt and shoving his pants down just enough for his cock to spring out. With the amount of spit and slick dripping down your thighs, it's a stupid question, but he absolutely refuses to fuck you unless you say you're ready for him. Part of you thinks its a consent thing, which is great, more guys should be like that, but part of you knows it's because he wants to hear you, little Ms. Stoic, begging for his cock.

You're on the verge of tears, your eyes completely unfocused at the feeling of his fat tip smacking against your weeping cunt. "Jay," You moan, your voice barely above a whisper. "Please, Jay . . ." He shakes his head. He's losing his mind, but the small bit he's still clinging onto won't let you get away with that, he's gotta make you beg for him. "C'mon, slut, I know you can do much better 'n that." He ruts against your cunt, his cock hard and red from waiting.

He smacks your ass again, hypnotized by the way it jiggles beneath his palm. Precum oozes deliciously from his tip, adding even more lubrication to your already soaked hole. He could cum just from the sight of your pretty lips glistening under the moon light and street lamps. He's so close to just giving in and making both of you feel good, when he hears your voice breaking through his clouded thoughts.

He feels like he's got water in his head, though your little "Please uck me Jay, need your cock," is loud and clear. Without further stalling, he lines his aching tip up with your hole, awestruck at the way it clenches around nothing, before he finally sinks in, after what felt like hours and hours of foreplay. You almost collapse, the only thing preventing your hips from dropping to the side is Jason's firm grasp on your suit, using the cutouts on your side as leverage to pull you back against him.

Even through all the wetness, he stretches you out, his cock filling you up so perfectly it makes your eyes roll back into your skull. Jason's head lolls back, a deep groan escaping the bottom of his chest at the feeling of your tight, slick walls gripping his cock. "Fuckin' perfect," He doesn't waste any time, his hips slowly moving to drag his cock back and forth inside you, his tip catching along your walls.

He's mindlessly babbling at this point, cooing about how good you feel, about how you were made for his cock, his hands white-knuckle gripping your suit. He speeds up, his cock tapping against your cervix in a way that has your stomach doing flips. "Faster Jay! Please, please please!" You pant, your ass bouncing against his pelvis as your hips chase after his.

How could he deny you when your voice is like honey in his ears, and your skin feels like silk. He feels his balls tighten at your moans, his body physically reacting to your sobs, your pleads. You've got no idea what it does to his ego, to hear his favorite, icy, little princess crying for his cock. Or at least, what it would do for his ego if he wasn't solely focused on cramming every inch of his cock deep inside your tight heat.

He thrusts faster, his tip smacking rhythmically against your cervix at a bruising pace. "So fuckin' messy, this pretty pussy's so fuckin' messy," He huffs, his chest tightening with every stroke as he feels your gummy walls closing around him tightly. Without even thinking about it, he reaches down and frantically rubs at your clit, already sensitive from his mouth. "Shit, baby, ya' close?" He pulls out without warning, flipping you over onto your back and pushing your knees up to your chest, before sinking back inside you.

"Can feel ya, ngh, feel so fuckin' good." He ends each sentence with his cock. He holds your legs down with his broad shoulders, his chest pressed against yours. One hand reaches back down to rub at your clit again, his ears ringing with delight at your moans. "Shit, shit, shit, shit," He huffs against your ear. "So close baby, so close." He nips and licks at your neck, his teeth occasionally tugging at your earlobe as his orgasm looms closer and closer.

Your tears run down either side of your pretty face, your skin so hot you're almost steaming in the cool Gotham air. You're just as gone as he is, if not more, your arms limply draped across your face as you mindlessly take all the pleasure he gives you. "Want-want it, Jay," You coo in his ear, or at least you think you do, your mouth is open but you can't tell if any words are actually coming out.

"Cum for me baby, let it out, need you to cum." He's begging you, his fingers losing any type of rhythm and structure, his hand grinding down desperately against your poor, tired nub. Is he crying? He feels something wet on his face, but he can't tell if it's from you or him. You aren't too far from him, lightheaded from the force of your legs pressed to up your neck.

You just need a little more, just a little more, you can feel it. You're right there, right there, right there! Are you yelling? Whatever. Your orgasm hits you so fast and so hard you're pretty sure you black out for a second. You feel like you're on a boat, the warm sun shining brightly on your skin, your body gently rocking along the tide. The waves speed up, but you're mostly numb by now, the heavy crashing barely disturbing your peaceful state of mind. The only reason you're brough out of your delusions is because you can feel something against your lips.

Your vision clears, though it's still a bit hazy. Jason's still on top of you, his eyes nearly cross as he peppers sloppy, wet kisses along your face, not even conscious enough to aim for your mouth as he begs you to cum, not realizing you already have. He's so used to making you cum first that his body won't even let him cum until he knows you have. That, of course, doesn't do him much good when he's not cognizant.

Realizing as much, you use the small amount of strength you have left in your face to hold his face still, pulling him close enough to press your lips to his. He thrust a few more times, before his hips still inside you, his thick, warm seed spilling out and staining both of your clothing with white. Sweat drips down his forehead, soaking his hair and tantalizingly trickling down his neck. He leans back, allowing your legs, which are completely useless by now, to slip off his shoulders, before he finally collapses on top of you.

You cradle his head in the crook of your neck, silently brushing the hair along his neck with your fingers, as you both rest in one anothers embrace. When your brain starts working again you'll chew him out for ruining your stakeout. For now, you'll settle with a raspy sigh. "You always do this." You sound more annoyed than you are.

He shrugs, dead serious with his response, his head still resting on your shoulder. "It's the suit, not my fault."

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harrysmimi · 2 years ago

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Synopsis: One where Harry comes home from work to his girl being clingy. He ain't complaining.

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Harry had told his girl to not wait for him for dinner as he would be late, and that she should to go to bed. Basically not wait up for him as he got work.

He was working late at night on some new music. Not essentially planning to write a whole new album just yet, he just wanted to het these new out and into production and see how things go from there for him and his new future projects.

YN understood where he came from. She's an artist too after all. She sometimes want to spend all day and night, in her studio painting and work on this one piece of art which would not budge off her head until it was out. She's had those days and Harry's always been respectful and supportive of her.

But she wanted to be selfish today and hold him back and cuddle him all day. Well, she could barely bring herself to do that because he was so excited about this new song he had in his mind. Or melody? Or a rhythm? Or a beat? She doesn't quite know how music works.

This afternoon Harry got ready to leave for studio after he'd returned from gym, all showered up and dressed up. He wore a pair black washed jeans a simple white tshirt, which she likes to steal from him some times. He took a hoodie with him incase he's cold, which he always is at the studio.

He's been going to gym religiously now, so he's been more muscley and big, he's still his shy self which makes him like her giant human cuddle bear. Especially with his instincts of him wanting to hold her and make her feel safe. Oh boy, did that make her all mushy!

She just wanted cling on him all day and take a big fat nap. But she had to let him go for few hours.

But she still deserves his undivided attention, especially when he's back from a long tour and will be going back very soon.

She's a night owl, Harry knows it. So when he came back home to her place, he found her dusting her furniture around. She's like her cat, who likes to zoom around at three in the morning.

And it was three in the morning when he came back!

"Hi, angel!" He chirps as he locked the door behind him. "What are you doing up so late baby?" Dropping his stuff on the sofa he walked upto her, snaking his arms around her tummy he pulled her close to him, placing a chaste of kisses on her neck and back of her head. She melted in his embrace.

Exactly what she craved all day!

"I'm not sleepy." She mumbled.

"You need to fix that sleep schedule of yours, angel, it's not healthy." He expressed his concerns, "no coffee for you after three in the afternoon!"

"Hey!" She whined.

"Yes!" He argued back. "You wanna go to bed now?"

"Yeah," she agreed.

Harry was changing out of his clothes. He took off his hoodie and shirt, and got rid of his pants.

On rare nights his boxers and basketball shorts stayed on and today was one of them. His girl doesn't mind, there is nothing she haven't seen. He doesn't feel insecure around her anymore and does she, which is amazing!

"Harry?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I have your hoodie?" She asked.

"Yeah, which one do you want baby?" He asked, changing into a different pair of boxers.

"The one you wore today?"

"Aren't you going to be hot, angel?" He enquired, because it was getting warmer and he doesn't want her to layer up.

"No, I'll just wear that and nothing underneath." She explained.

"You sure about that?" He asked, just to be sure.

"Mhmm."

"Alright strip down!" Harry smirked cheekily. He was all done dressing half decent, he took two strads towards where she was stood in the bathroom, applying her moisturiser.

Her sleep shirt caught onto her earrings as she was taking it off. "Ouch!"

"Be careful there!" He stepped in and carefully untangled the shirt from her earring. "You okay?"

"Yeah!" She nodded. Harry smiled and carefully pulled the neckhole of his hoodie (which is now both of theirs to share!) over her head, before his hands travelled behind her back to unhook her bra. He slipped his off but not before taking the opportunity to have a quick feel of her breasts, run his hands over her delicious tummy rolls towards her hips. "Stop it tickles!"

"Yeah?" He teased her, tickling her more under her breasts.

"Stop!" She laughed holding onto his wrists tightly. He stopped and helped her put her arms through the sleeves.

"My favourite!" He commented on her wearing her "cute set" of underwear, which were a pair of pastel green granny panties with french fries on them.

They're adorable okay!

"Stop tickling me, I've missed you enough all day!" She pouted feeling his hands wander down to her bum, trying his best to tickle her.

He gasped, "I need to make up for it, don't I?" With that he threw her over his shoulder as he brought her back out to their room and carefully placed her on their shared bed. "Why didn't you call me then if you missed me so much?"

"I did not felt like wanting to disturb you while you worked." She explained as he peppered her face with sloppy and wet kisses.

"You can never disturb me!" He exclaimed quietly, "could have worked on that song later. Next time just tell me, okay? I'd prefer to spend time with you!"

"Mhmm! I will." She agreed, "now kiss me?"

"Gladly!" With that he placed his mouth on hers, giving her a tender kiss. "I've missed you too today! Wrote a song about you and us."

"You did?" She was so surprised even though he tells her when a song is inspired by her. It still manages to surprise her, thinking she can be a muse to someone's art when it's always been the other way around for her. He always finds new things about to sing in his songs.

Where as he's always been muse of her art!

"Yeah, wrote about how much I love you, and how I wanna be with you for as long as you want me!"

"I want you forever!"

"Forever, yeah?" He rested his forehead on hers.

The next few minutes he spent talking about the song and loving on her until she fell asleep, snuggled close to his bare chest.

He'd never enjoyed being a big spoon in his life!

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seokgyuu · 2 years ago

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→ PAIRING: Seokmin x Afab!Reader. → GENRE: College!Au, kinda comedy, small bit of angst if you look hard enough, teeny tiny fluff, smut MDNI. → SYNOPSIS: After having a crush on Lee Seokmin for three years, he somehow ends up wanting to be your roommate. Instead of rejecting him, you decide to give him the vacant room - right after confessing your feelings for him.

→ WARNINGS: roommate!seok, wet dreams, coming untouched (f), degradation, usage of the words slut, baby, angel, masturbation (m), making out, like really so much kissing, fingering, finger-sucking, she loves his fingers lol, unprotected sex (don't.. just don't), creampie.

→ WORDCOUNT: 11.5k

A/N: hi guys!! here it is (for some of you even on the date it was scheduled to be posted!), my first ever stand-alone svt fic! no part 2, no whole ass series, just this cute 11.5k baby I wrote after being deep inside my seokmin shaped hole (i am always in a seokmin shaped hole actually). i want to thank my bestie @honeykyeom for making the amazing header as well for being my inspiration for writing this <3 ily!! now, i hope you enjoy and as always please reblog & comment, these things are what makes writing worth while <3

You had a crush. A big fat stupid crush. And it was starting to get extremely annoying. You really tried to stop liking him because a.) he didn’t even know you existed and b.) even if he did he would never ever like you back because what are the odds for that to actually happen?

“People get together all the time, Y/N, stop being dumb,” Seungkwan, your best friend, would say on the regular since the topic came up basically every other day. Yet, you still didn’t believe the Lee Seokmin would ever give you so much as a second glance. He was too perfect. Perfect grades, perfect friend group, perfect face, perfect everything. You had first laid eyes on him on your first day of classes - he had started the same year as you, smile on his face, shiny new MacBook propped in front of him. He wore an adorable baby blue sweater and black rimmed glasses, his hair falling into his forehead and, god, you were gone the second you heard his honey dripping voice.

That had been three years ago and now, both of you in your senior years, you still hadn’t talked to him even once. Or well, no, you had, when he had asked you for a phone charger which you had given him in exactly three seconds. You were still proud of that.

“Hey, I heard you’re looking for a roommate?”

“Are you- are you talking to me?” Your index finger was pointing at yourself while you blinked a few times at the person in front of you.

“Uh, I mean, you are Y/N, right?” Kim Mingyu seemed just as confused as you. Probably because you were in fact Y/N and you were, in fact, looking for a roommate, but how on earth did he know that?

“No, I mean, yes, yes I am, but, uh, how do you- how do you know I’m looking for a roommate?”

“Oh, Seungkwan told me!”

“You know Seungkwan?!”

Mingyu seems a little startled by your sudden outburst. You cleared your throat before chuckling nervously.

“S-sorry, I just didn’t know Seungkwan and you knew each other.”

“We go to the same gym, actually, and I told him my friend is desperately looking for a place and he told me you are in search of a roommate so…,” his smile was bright and pretty and you felt like you were about to wake up from a dream because why the hell was Seokmin’s bestie talking to you as if he had done it thousand of times before?

“I see, uh, I mean, I am definitely desperate for a roommate, rent you know, like, uh, I need to pay it soon and… well, I am short half of it and that’s what I would… need the roommate for,” you scratched your ear. Smooth.

“No, I understand! And my friend is just as desperate. See, he just broke up with his long-term girlfriend, she cheated on him, and now he just really needs to move out.”

“Oh, damn, sorry about that. You can tell him he can come by, eh, does tomorrow work? Like afternoon-ish? I have classes until four.”

“Awesome! I’ll let him know, thank you Y/N!”

Mingyu beamed at you, his hand up in the air as he waved, walking away and out of the building. Letting out a sigh you hadn’t even known you were holding, you grabbed your phone from your bag and unlocked it, quickly moving your fingers over the display to call Seungkwan. Walking out the opposite direction Mingyu had, you waited for your best friend to pick up, pushing open the door into the hot air of the early evening.

“What’s up?” Seungkwan finally picked up and you rolled your eyes at the greeting.

“Hello to you too, Kwannie,” you said in a sweet voice, hearing Seungkwan scoff as a response.

“I’m in the middle of something, Y/N. So, what’s up?”

“Kim Mingyu just asked me if a friend of his can move in with me,” you raised your brows as you walked over the campus to the parking lot, the keys to your car already dangling from your fingers, “care to tell me why you didn’t mention that?”

“Ah, that, well, I actually met Mingyu at the gym earlier today, like super early morning, and heard him talk to his friend on the phone and well, since I do have a few classes with him, I thought I should offer.”

“You should offer? Pretty sure it’s still my apartment you were selling off to a stranger.”

“Now, now. Mingyu isn’t a stranger now, is he? How many times have you stalked his insta now to look at that one specific gym picture of Seokm-,”

“Whatever, just- just please, for the future, let me know when you tell someone about my living situation, alright?”

“Sure thing, bestie. Now, can I get back to what I was doing?”

“Of course. Tell Hansol I said hi.” Before he could either protest or deny, you hung up and shoved your phone into your pocket.

You dreamt of him again. It was a rare occasion, but it happened. Most of the time the dreams were innocent enough, just him touching your face, him laughing at your jokes, him simply acknowledging your existence.

But this one was different.

Seokmin was right above you, his body hot and sweaty. His eyes said so much more than words ever could and yet you longed to hear his voice. Longed to hear him say your name. He was buried deep inside you, his hips still, eyes never leaving yours. He throbbed, his whole body seemingly vibrated at how much he wanted you, your legs wrapped around his waist, wanting nothing more than for him to take you, mark you, fill you.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his hand caressing your face and you moved your head, your mouth sucking in his thumb, feeling him twitch inside of you.

“You can’t really talk with that in your mouth, can you, Y/N?” Fuck, his voice was so low so deep and when he finally moved down to kiss your neck, stuffing his thumb even further down your mouth, his hips now beginning to thrust, all of you began to shake.

Then, suddenly, you were in your living room, right there on that windowsill that connected the kitchen and the living room, his hips drilling into you. He was wearing a dress shirt and a black tie, but both of it was loosened around his neck, your hands on his broad shoulders as he seemed to have made it his goal to fuck you senseless. You were a moaning mess, his lips sucking harshly on your skin, you yourself being completely naked. His mouth was everywhere: your neck, your stiff nipple, your lips. He took all of you in and you breathed in every bit he gave you.

“You’re so fucking good for me, baby, so good, such a good little slut, letting me fuck her like this.”

“Mhm, y-yes, I l-love the way you f-fuck me, Seok!” His grip on you got stronger, hands digging harshly into your hips as he threw his head back now, your eyes taking in all of his beauty. The droplets of sweat, the bopping Adam’s apple as he swallowed, the way his vein popped out right there on his neck…

“Gonna make me cum, baby,” he moaned and you nodded strongly, feeling your own climax so close.

“Please, want your cum so bad!” you whined and as if those had been the magic words, Seokmin emptied inside of you, the feeling of his cum hitting you so deep-

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

You screamed, while your back hit the floor. You had fallen out of bed, your alarm blasting on the other side of your bed.

“Fuck,” you groaned, sitting up slowly, your hand rubbing the back of your head. Funnily enough, that wasn’t the only part of you that throbbed. Just for a completely different reason.

“You came in your sleep?” Seungkwan was impressed with you. You just wanted to punch him because why did he have to say that this loud right in the line for lunch?

“Shut up!” you said through gritted teeth and Seungkwan snorted, before grabbing the big spoon for the Kimchi.

“Don’t worry, no one is listening.” Instead of arguing with him you rolled your eyes and grabbed some Japchae before heading to the drinks.

“But to answer your question: yes, I did. And no, that has never happened before. Like, I never ever had a dream like that, Seungkwan, never!”

“Aw, I can’t believe my best friend lost her wet dream virginity at the ripe age of 24!” He grinned as the two of you sat down at an empty table. You ignored him.

“It was so real. I honestly feel sick to my stomach. How could it have been so real?”

It was truly astonishing to you. Hours had passed and the dream was still there, playing in your head over and over again, making you squeeze your thighs together more than not in the worst moments. Statistic class wasn’t supposed to make you horny and yet, you couldn’t say it hadn’t.

“I’m jealous. I never had an actual wet dream make me cum before, like yeah, I woke up with cum in my underwear before, but then again that’s kind of normal I guess?”

“Dude! You don’t need wet dreams to make you orgasm, you have a literal boyfriend!”

“He is not my boyfriend!” Seungkwan protested and you grabbed your juice box to take a dramatic sip from it.

“Well, sounds like a you problem. Doesn’t change the fact you’re getting laid, though.” Seungkwan scoffed, crossing his arms as he leaned back in his chair. He apparently didn’t have a comeback. Served him right.

“It’s not like you are trying to change that,” nevermind. You sigh, putting the drink down again.

“What am I supposed to do? Just hook up with a random guy and act like I’m not madly in love with someone who doesn’t know I exist?”

“He knows you exist, you god damn drama queen. You had every class together first semester!”

You ignored him. Instead, you decided that your Japchae is the most interesting thing you had ever seen. Seungkwan shook his head and clicked his tongue.

“You’re an idiot, Y/N. Like the biggest idiot I have ever met.”

“Takes one to know one,” you muttered as a response, feeling a piece of kimchi hitting your cheek the next second.

You were home at four forty-five and hoped there would still be time to clean up the place at least a little bit before the potential-new-roommate-slash-friend-of-Kim-Mingyu showed up. In record time you found yourself standing in a semi-clean living room (meaning: maybe the floor showed some signs of needing to be vacuumed, but at least everything looked tidy) with all the windows open in hope for some cool air because you sure as hell weren’t going to turn on the AC without another person to cover the costs.

Just as you finished changing into some clothes not sweated through, the doorbell rang. Quickly, you made your way to the door, buzzing them up, only to hear a knock on the door next. Oh, so he had been let in already. Putting on your most charming smile, you pulled the door open, only for the smile to fade the second you saw who stood there right in front of your door.

“Y/N?”

Lee Seokmin had just said your name. And he was standing in front of your apartment.

“Seokmin, what- what are you doing here?” You asked, oblivious to the situation.

“I- uh, I- Mingyu said he told you I was coming?”

“Mingyu? No he said that-,” you lost your ability to speak just then. The friend Mingyu had been talking about-

“Wait, you- you’re the potential new roommate?!” Your voice was barely anything but a squeak. Seokmin looked a little lost, his fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of his oversized yellow jumper.

“Yeah, did he not mention that?”

Nope, seems like he forgot that part. You swallowed, pressing your lips together for a second while your brain tried to fully grasp the situation. This was Seokmin. Aka the guy you have been in love with for three years. And he wanted to move in with you.

“Uh, no. Sorry, please come in!” You took a step back and Seokmin smiled at you (HE smiled at YOU!!!), walking into your apartment and looking around as you closed the door, hoping your racing heart would calm down. You wouldn’t exactly bet on it though.

Seokmin took his shoes off and you watched him, already beginning to chew on your lip like you always did when you were nervous. He turned around and you quickly smiled, walking into the living space.

“So, this is the living room, it uh-,” you stopped speaking, your eyes now on the window connecting the kitchen and living room, on the windowsill you had just dreamt about last night. Your face suddenly got very hot.

“It connects to the kitchen through that window, which I thought was really cool, big selling point,” you watched as Seokmin walked over to the kitchen, his eyes roaming through the room and when he stopped in front of the window, hand touching the sill you nearly felt yourself loose footing. Why the fuck did he have to do this? For a second you were convinced this was just another dream.

“It definitely is unique,” he said, nodding and walking into the small but modern kitchen.

“Uhm, there is a dishwasher in the kitchen and a microwave. We don’t have an oven, but I am pretty sure I have like a small one in the attic. I am more of a take-out or quick meal kind of gal, so I don’t really use it much. But if you were interested in baking something, I could definitely get it down,” Jesus, why on earth were you talking so much? But Seokmin seemed to appreciate it, nodding understandingly as he looked around with a small pout on his lips. Maybe this wasn’t the right moment (or maybe it was the perfect moment) to stare at him, but you did. You watched his every move, how he checked out the cupboards, how he asked before he opened the fridge, how he pulled a hand through his hair as he asked a question.

Oh!

“Sorry?” You crossed your arms, the hotness of your cheeks only increasing. Seokmin chuckled.

“I asked if you had a certain system in your fridge with your old roommate.”

“Oh, well, not really. We kind of always planned what we were going to eat, she was a big cook actually. Enjoyed it a lot. I store my Ramen right here, wait,” you walked into the kitchen fully now too, to the cupboard next to where Seokmin was standing and got on your tiptoes to reach for the door, opening it in a swing.

“There,” you explained, looking over at Seokmin - only to see him look at you instead of the food. You blinked a few times. He blushed.

“Ah, yes, I see. Cool. So, uh, no system. That’s fine with me! I wouldn’t say I’m a cook per sé, but I can hook up some simple dishes,” he turned away, your whole body suddenly feeling a lot hotter than a second before. Nodding, you closed the cupboard again and walked back outside. Seokmin followed you.

You showed him the rest of the apartment (except for your room) and finally the two of you ended up in the living room again where you sat down on the couch.

“I, uh, I would love to take the room, Y/N. But it’s obviously up to you.” His smile was so… you gulped down whatever response you had in your mind. Now wasn’t the time to eat right out of his hands, no, you had to think about this. On the one hand, you really needed a roommate. There was no chance you could hold this apartment by yourself and you really didn’t want to move. But on the other hand, this was Seokmin. You couldn’t just let him move in with you when you liked him this much, could you? At least not without him knowing. An idea popped into your head. It was risky and stupid and you would probably regret this. But then again - if he wanted to move in, and apparently he was just as desperate as you to get this room, it would only be fair to let him know what the situation was.

“Look, Seokmin,” you started, your hands in your lap, your heart racing again (or still). You looked up at him, your cheeks still bright red. Seokmin watched you, unsure what to make of your current behavior. He decided to just let you talk.

“I really need a roommate. And you really need a place to live. Mingyu, uh, he told me about the break-up and I’m really sorry about that,” - you were also happy you hadn’t tried to make a move considering he had a girlfriend -, “but I would feel horrible to let you take this room without knowing the full truth.”

Now, Seokmin got a little spooked. The full truth? Were you going to confess that you were a drug dealer? Part of some gang? But then you probably wouldn’t need a roommate considering you’d make good money.

“I, uh, okay,” Seokmin swallowed hard. You took a deep breath.

“I like you. As in, I like you. I have for years now. I didn’t know you had a girlfriend, and to be honest, even if I had, I probably wouldn’t have succeeded in getting over this crush. I’m not telling you because I am expecting anything from you, I promise, hell, I never planned on telling you ever. But you want the room and I would be happy to give it to you, I would just feel weird having you live here with this big secret to keep.”

There were approximately three minutes of silence in which you were sure Seokmin would get up and leave. He stared at you, his mouth slightly dropped and you could have kicked yourself for finding him endearing. Starting to shift on your seat once the third minute started, Seokmin realized he had been staring instead of answering. But then again, he really had not expected this sudden confession.

“I, uh, I am flattered, Y/N, really, I just, I- I just got out of a relationship and-,”

“I know that! As I said, I didn’t tell you because I want anything from you. I have been happy liking you from afar, Seokmin. And who knows, maybe having you close by all the time will actually make me stop liking you. I mean, what if you’re like a total slob or listen to super weird historical podcasts?”

“What do you have against historical podcasts?” Seokmin asked, eyebrows raised in surprise. You chuckled.

“Nothing in particular. But my last roommate listened to them on like full blast. Just got annoying at some point.”

He nodded now, understanding. Yeah, he could see why that would be annoying at some point. Still, that wasn’t the real issue here. Or, well, was it really an issue? He cleared his throat.

“I- I don’t take you as someone who would let her feelings get the best of her. And, to be honest, I’m not really the type of guy you should have a crush on, Y/N. But, uh, I’m still very flattered. And I don’t think this would stop me from moving in, as you said, we are both desperate.”

You were surprised and it showed. Seokmin chuckled.

“Or do you not want me here?”

“No! I do, I really need you to move in,” you said, tugging a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Seokmin nodded again.

“Then it’s settled. I’ll get my stuff asap and then we’ll be roomies.”

“Can’t wait!”

Seungkwan thought you were insane. He hadn’t known it was Seokmin when Mingyu had approached him and now he regretted ever offering it.

“What do you mean you told him?!” He was sitting at your small dinner table in the living room. You shrugged.

“What was I supposed to do? Just let him move in and carry this huge ass secret with me all the time? I don’t think so.”

“You could have just told him no, Y/N.”

“Right, and then what? I see him in class every other day? How awkward would that be?”

“You mean as awkward as living with a guy who knows you have a crush on him?!” When you shrugged again, Seungkwan groaned, pulling his hands over his face.

“You’re seriously insane, I can’t believe you did this!”

And about a week after Seokmin had officially moved in, you couldn’t believe it either.

Living with Seokmin proved to do the exact opposite of what you had mentioned in your chat with him. He wasn’t a slob. And he also didn’t listen to any podcast on full volume. He cleaned, cooked, gave you space. Every morning he got up earlier than you and prepared coffee, before going out for a jog - only to come back while you were having breakfast, looking all sweaty and sexy. The first time this had happened you had choked on your toast, drinking what felt like one whole liter of orange juice before finally being able to stop coughing. Seokmin had hit your back a few times, apologizing for startling you. And yet, he didn’t stop doing it, which made you used to it after a while (it didn’t).

Instead of falling out of love with him, you found yourself drawn to him even more, craving his presence. When he was gone, you missed him, and when he was home you wanted to hear everything about his day, wanted to eat dinner with him, watch a new episode of that show you had started together.

Seokmin was outside in the living room, his laptop placed on his lap, an essay he needed to proof read opened as he sipped on a can of beer. He was on his favorite spot on the floor, right in front of the couch, leaning his back against it. Actually, he had wanted to go to sleep an hour ago, but then he had talked with his sister on the phone and now he was back to this. It had been two months since he had moved in with you despite knowing you had feelings for him. Back when you had originally told him, he had felt like he should probably run because the last thing he needed right now was complicated. Things with Hyorin had been complicated enough. But, as he now knew, you weren’t complicated in the slightest. More so the opposite. It didn’t take long for Seokmin to begin to understand you and your patterns. It also didn’t take long for him to figure out how much you actually liked him. If he had been anyone else he might have taken advantage of that. Flirt with you, get you into his bed. But he was Seokmin, he wasn’t a guy who would do that. Not that he hadn’t… thought about it. Seeing the way you looked at him, especially after his morning runs or when he came back from the gym in the evening… it took everything in him not to imagine you looking at him that way when he was fucking you.

Seokmin wasn’t a sex-hungry person, normally. Maybe because he had been in a long-term relationship for five years. But now, with his relationship being over for two months and the periods before that being dry in the sex department… he was starting to miss it. Dearly.

So, when he sat there on the floor, his head focusing on the contents of this essay he wrote a day earlier in the library, he couldn’t really help getting distracted by the sounds coming from your room. His ears perked up and his head turned sideways, throat already drying up. Were you crying? Maybe you were-

“O-oh.”

His laptop slipped from his lap when he got up. His heart speed rose and sweat was starting to form on his hairline. That certainly wasn’t the type of crying he had meant. Slowly, he walked over to the door of your room that he only now realized wasn’t properly shut. He felt bad, guilty even, when he peeked through the small opening, seeing you apparently asleep. A dream? He licked his lips. Were you dreaming?

“S-Seokmin.”

Something inside him switched over. His whole body started to heat up, his cock desperately beginning to twitch in his briefs. Fuck, he hadn’t ever expected that hearing you moan his name would do so much. You were dreaming, yes, about him. And he heard you, heard you moaning, the whimpers. And god, did you sound perfect. He leaned against the wall next to your room, letting his dick get harder with every second, waiting for your noises like an addict. He couldn’t stop, couldn’t get himself to move away and mind his own business. He was intoxicated by you. He took everything he could, every breath, as small as they might be. The sighs following the moan of his name.

For now, he only listened. He didn’t want to touch himself here, didn’t want to be that type of person. But then again, he had already parked himself right outside your room, listening to you having a wet dream, it wasn’t like beginning to jerk off would make much of a difference. So, he slowly moved his hand, palming himself over his sweats, feeling how hard he was because of you. He closed his eyes, ears concentrating only on you. He wondered what you were dreaming about. What was he doing to you right now? Was he holding you down as he fucked you? Was he going down on you, tasting you? God, he really wanted to taste you.

For a second he contemplated going in and waking you up - making your dream reality. But he couldn’t. Not knowing what he did.

Opening his eyes, he suddenly felt guilt rushing over him and he was quick to close your door, making his way over to where he had sat earlier and grabbing his laptop.

Once he was in his own room, door locked and all, he tried to clear his head of the sounds you had made, of the way it was him you were dreaming about. But with his cock this hard and you so close… it was no use. He put his laptop on his desk and laid down on his bed after, taking a deep breath. He couldn’t hear you from his room and, god, was he relieved. Not hearing you did not equal not remembering you, though. And so, knowing he was going to lose to his conscience anyways, he opened the drawer in his bedside table and got out the package of lube, squeezing a bit on his right hand, while the left shoved down his sweats and briefs, letting his erection hit the cool air of his room.

He sighed in relief when his right hand began squeezing him, head leaned back into the pillows, hand now moving up and down slowly. You were right there in front of his inner eye, the way you sounded, but also the image of how you would look underneath him. Moaning his name, begging him to go faster. Then, he imagined your cheek stuffed with his cock, imagined your teary eyes when he began fucking down your throat.

“F-fuck,” he couldn’t help but go faster, his hips lifting up his bed as he fucked his fist, wishing it was your pussy or your mouth, any of your holes would do. How badly he wanted to hear you beg, wanted you to be on your knees, mouth open and tongue out, ready to take whatever he was willing to give. Pouty lips and round eyes, wishing for nothing more than Seokmin’s cock filling you up.

“God, just like that, Y/N, f-fuck,” he couldn’t help but moan as he came, his load landing on his clothed chest.

Coming down from his high, Seokmin opened his eyes, blinking a few times before he really understood what had happened. Groaning, he let his left hand rub over his face, before he shook his head and sat up. He got rid of his shirt and threw it in the laundry bin, walking to the door unlocking and opening it to go to the bathroom - only to run into you who just came out of the bathroom. Your eyes grew wide when you spotted Seokmin - shirtless and sweaty and with this certain look in his eyes that made your legs grow weaker.

Not knowing what he was doing, Seokmin walked straight over to you, his hands finding the sides of your neck, his lips crashing into yours a second later. You didn’t know what was happening, didn’t know what to do - but you kissed him back, your hands on his broad back, as he pushed you against the wall, his meaty perfect thigh shoved between your legs now, pressing against your still sensitive core. You gasped into the kiss, his tongue now devouring yours, one of his hands moving down and underneath your shirt, grabbing your breast and squeezing it harshly. Your arms locked around his neck, moans getting caught by his skillful mouth. Were you still dreaming?

“Seokmin,” you moaned when his hand squeezed your nipple and only then did he realize what was happening. Immediately, he parted from you, causing you to miss his kiss and touch the second he left.

“What-,” you began, but before you could even finish the question, he had already turned around and walked back into his room, closing the door behind him. And locking it.

He acted like nothing happened. You were anxiously waiting in the kitchen the next morning, but once he came back from his run he just showed you his normal goofy self, excusing himself to go take a shower. The way you had stood there, fully ready (not really) to talk about the night before, still in your pjs, still dizzy from the dream you had had as well as the very real kiss afterward. Why had he done that? Had he suddenly turned into a sleepwalker? A sleepwalker that kissed his roommate as if he had been starving?

You sure as hell weren’t going to bring it up first. So, you played along, pretending like it didn’t happen.

“I am declaring you clinically insane, Y/N,” Seungkwan was munching away on his corndog, while you and his (not) boyfriend Hansol sat opposite him at one of the smaller booths of the diner.

“He started it,” you shrugged, grabbing your own corndog now to take a bite from it.

“Okay, and? You could have started the conversation. For example: “Hey roomie, so about that night where you came out of your room clearly just done with getting yourself off and then kissed me? Like really hard? Against a wall?” See, that would have been a great conversation starter.”

You deadpanned at him.

“You’re an idiot,” shaking your head, you leaned back in your seat, “what if he really like, I don’t know, was in a delirious state? Maybe he drank alone before bed and just had a black out?”

“Or maybe he is an asshole who can’t own up to his actions,” Seungkwan shrugged, “but sure, yours sounds way more likely.”

“Seungkwan is right, Y/N. You should just bring it up,” Hansol looked at you and you sighed, letting your head drop onto the table.

“I don’t think I can. I’m too mortified. What if he totally regrets kissing me and that’s why he is pretending like it didn’t happen?”

“That still doesn’t give him permission to act this way. I don’t care if he is deeply in love with you or hates you, I just want him to be humane enough to tell you.”

It stung, the way he was right. Whatever Seokmin was feeling, he had to share it with you. He couldn’t just-

“Am I going crazy or is Seokmin standing outside?” You raised your head again, eyes wide when you realized you were, in fact, not going crazy. Seokmin was right there outside the diner, on the other side of the street, his phone in his hand, an anxious look on his face.

“Did you tell him you were coming here?” Hansol asked and you shook your head.

“No, we barely saw each other this morning.”

What was he doing here? And why did he look like he would rather be anywhere else? Your eyes scanned the surroundings, a sour feeling suddenly spreading in your guts. You were only a few streets down from your apartment, the street wasn’t exactly busy but had some really good places to eat. This was the perfect meeting spot for-

“Who’s that?” Seungkwan shifted closer to the window next to you, his eyes squeezed together as if he was trying harder to recognise whoever had just shown up next to Seokmin. You didn’t have to know her to… know her. Hyorin. His ex-girlfriend that had cheated on him. He had mentioned her to you only a few times, you being a little reluctant to ask considering he knew how you felt about him. But from what you had gathered he hated her, never wanted to see her again. So why was he here now? With her?

“Is that…?” Seungkwan looked over at you, worry displayed on his face and you pressed your lips together as you nodded.

She was beautiful. Tall, long silky black hair. Her skin glowing even from here. She was the girl Seokmin should be kissing in his delirious state, in any state, really. You swallowed down the tears that threatened to spill out and averted your gaze. Your appetite had left you and you wanted nothing more than to flee the scene, go home and never think of this moment again.

“Should we leave?” Hansol asked, looking over at Seungkwan a little helplessly. Seungkwan nodded quickly and his (not) boyfriend grabbed your arm and helped you get out of the booth. As much as you felt like yelling at him that you didn’t need this help, as much did you appreciate the gesture. Seungkwan paid at the front desk and you left the diner, your heart in desperate need for some distraction.

When Seokmin got home that evening, you weren’t there. A part of him was relieved while another one already missed your presence. Sighing, he kicked off his shoes and finally slipped down onto the couch, hands rubbing over his face. This whole thing was a mess. Today was a mess. Hyorin had called him and asked him to meet up and because he was who he was he had said yes. He should have known she would just try to apologize for the nth time, telling him it had only happened once and that he was the only one for her. Little did she know that he gave zero fucks at this point. He didn’t want her anymore, he didn’t love her anymore. She had broken his heart and stomped on it, had lied and cheated, had done all these horrible things to him. And yet, he was somewhat grateful because now he was right here. In your apartment.

It was silly, really, because he had been dating Hyorin for two years already when he saw you the first time. You and your cute gray sweatshirt and the high ponytail. You, who had been the cutest person in every single one of your classes together. You, who he couldn’t develop feelings for because he had a girlfriend. Unlike Hyorin, he wasn’t a cheater. He had loved her, truly loved her. And he had been shattered when he found out about the other guy, feeling like he could never be fixed again. He had to get out of the shared apartment, had to leave it all behind as soon as he possibly could - and he had somehow ended up on your doorstep. It was crazy how the universe worked.

And as if that hadn’t been enough, you suddenly confessed to him, turning all of his feelings upside down. Because what was he supposed to say? Supposed to do? God, he was heartbroken over Hyorin and yet there was this ray of light in the shape of a girl that loved to spend her evenings watching trashy teen drama and cry over a bucket of Ben & Jerry’s when a character you didn’t even particularly like died on screen.

Seokmin didn’t want to allow him to like you. He was scared that maybe you liking him altered his brain chemistry, that perhaps he would want to be with you only as a rebound and you were too good, too perfect to be anything of that kind. And so, when that night had happened and he had lost his composure, he knew he messed up. He knew you had feelings for him, god, he probably would have figured it out even if you hadn’t told him. Not just because of the dream he had overheard but because of the way you looked at him. The way you smiled, the way you laughed. He didn’t want you to look at anyone else like that.

The sound of a door unlocking filled the quiet room now and was soon joined by the giggles of a girl and the nervous laugh of a guy - and both of these voices were familiar to Seokmin. He immediately got up and walked over to the entry way - only to see Mingyu holding your waist as you, obviously drunk, tried to get out of your shoes.

“Mingyu?” Seokmin asked confusedly.

“Oh, hey Seok,” Mingyu said, holding you steady as you felt your knees giving in.

“What- what is going on?”

“We met at a bar, she was with Seungkwan and his boyfriend-,”

“He is not his boyfriend!” you interrupted him with a giggle.

“Uh, right, Seungkwan and his not-boyfriend were also super drunk and I called them a cab, but I really didn’t want to send Y/N home on her own so-,”

“Why didn’t you call me?” Seokmin now came closer, his eyes set on his best friend’s hand around your waist, his insides slowly but surely heating up with something he could only recognize as jealousy.

“Uh, I thought you were busy with… you know.”

Seokmin’s jaw tensed, his eyes fixed on Mingyu who had successfully held you down as you stepped out of your shoes.

“That has been resolved hours ago, Mingyu.”

“And how was he supposed to know that, hm?” The sudden sound of your voice made both men look over at you. Your hand was raised, finger pointed at Seokmin accusingly.

“Y/N-“, Mingyu started, but you shook your head and finally freed yourself from Mingyu’s grasp.

“No! No, I’m tired of this! Was it nice? Seeing your perfect ex again? Do you want to go back to her now? Move out and act like I don’t exist? Like you didn’t kiss me?”

Mingyu held his breath. You had told him all this in the bar earlier, where he had met you and Seungkwan and Hansol and where he had realized that you were madly in love with his best friend. He felt bad about you having seen Seokmin with Hyorin, but even more did he feel bad because it was also so painfully obvious that Seokmin liked you, too.

“I think you’re drunk,” Seokmin noted and you laughed, throwing your hands in the air. Mingyu stayed quiet.

“Do you, now? How observant of you, Seokmin.”

The two of you were staring at each other now, fury in both your eyes. Honestly, you didn’t know what he was angry about. After all you weren’t the one running back to her ex after kissing him the way he had you.

“I, uh, I guess I should go now,” Mingyu pointed at the door with his thumb over his shoulder, “you seem to… well, have a lot to talk about.”

The normally so cheerful and kind Seokmin didn’t wish his best friend a good night, nor did he even look at him when he left. Instead he kept looking at you, saw the way you waved at Mingyu and thanked him, your hand squeezing his arm. Lightning was shooting through him. Jealousy was about to eat him up, was about to make him grab you and yell that you shouldn’t touch Mingyu like that. It was dumb and he knew it. You made him crazy, you made him dumb. Like a teenager who was in love for the first time, unsure what to make of it.

Once the door had fallen shut, you stormed past your roommate, ready to enter your room and not leave it until the next day. Just that you didn’t get far. Seokmin ended up grabbing your arm after all, his touch burning on your skin.

“Mingyu is right, we do have a lot to talk about,” he said in a hushed voice, making you scoff.

“Fine, then talk.” With whatever willpower you had left, you looked at him. Saw the way his eyes were full of an emotion you couldn’t pinpoint - the fury from before still slightly visible but not alone. Perhaps it was anger for you speaking to him the way you had. Or maybe he was just annoyed at you for being drunk and loud and stupid.

“Look, Y/N. What happened between us was… it shouldn’t have happened, alright?”

“Why? Because you’re back together with your cheating ex?”

“No! God, no, I would never get back with Hyorin. And I can’t believe Mingyu told you about this and-,”

“He didn’t!” You freed yourself out of his grip, your eyes dangerously beginning to prickle, “I saw you. With her.”

He inhaled audibly - he hadn’t expected this. You saw him? With Hyorin? No wonder you were this upset. He pulled his hand through his hair.

“She wanted to talk things out. And because I’m too nice of a person I told her yes. Y/N, I don’t want to be with her anymore. She broke my heart, she hasn’t been the girl I fell in love with for ages now.”

“Why did you kiss me?” If you were honest, you didn’t really care about when Hyorin had stopped being the girl Seokmin loved. You were more interested in whether you were.

“I shouldn’t have done that.”

Pang. Your face flinched before your jaw tensed.

“Right,” your voice was smaller than you had wanted it to be, and the tears were even closer to spilling now. Of course he regretted it. Regretted kissing you, regretted making you feel the way you had. Because why would it be any different? Perhaps you should have tried to hook up with Mingyu tonight just to feel something different than this ache inside of you.

“I just- fuck, I just don’t want to take advantage of you. Of what you feel for me.”

Now, the tears of hurt were quickly changing to tears of anger. This man really had a talent in making you switch emotions in seconds.

“Excuse me? You- what?” You laughed bitterly, shaking your head, “don’t do this. Don’t make yourself look like a hero because you stepped back from kissing me. You did that because you wanted to. I didn’t come onto you even once in all the time you’ve been living here. So don’t you dare pin this on me or my feelings.” You hated that you began to shake and that your voice was higher than anticipated. You hated that the way he looked at you made you feel small and idiotic, made you feel as if you were the dumbest person on this earth. Instead of waiting for his response, you turned around on your heel, walking into your room and slamming the door shut behind you.

No one wanted to be in Seokmin’s shoes right now. After your fight he had also retreated back to his room, not exactly sure how to ever face you again. A day later he was at lunch with Mingyu, Cheol and Joshua and they all looked at him like he had suddenly grown three heads.

“I can’t believe you said that,” Joshua judged, shaking his head. Seokmin sighed, throwing his napkin on the table.

“Come on, was it really that bad?”

“Yes,” all three of his friends said in union, all their eyes on him, no sign of humor. Seokmin swallowed.

“I really thought I was doing the right thing,” he mumbled now, letting his head fall, eyes studying the pattern of the wooden table.

“By doing what? Pushing away a girl that’s absolutely crazy about you? That has been nothing but kind and wonderful towards you? That you very obviously have feelings for?” Mingyu snorted, crossing his arms, “no, that most certainly wasn’t the right thing to do, Seokmin.”

While Seokmin stayed silent, Seungcheol and Joshua nodded, telling Seokmin, once again, that he was an idiot. It was no use, though. He already knew he was! He knew he had messed up and even though a part of him still thought that, maybe, his intention had been noble, the part was slowly but surely getting kicked out.

“And what do you expect me to do? I can’t just go up to her and tell her that I was wrong for saying that. She doesn’t even talk to me!”

“Can’t really blame her, can you?” Seungcheol took a sip from his iced tea.

“Look, it’s only been a day. Let her calm down, give her space. Give yourself some more time to come up with the right thing to say. I’m sure it will be fine, you and Y/N will be fine.”

And as much as Seokmin appreciated the tough love followed by Joshua’s words of affirmation, he wasn’t sure it was really helping him. In fact, he wasn’t sure what could help him considering you started ignoring him from then on, even avoiding your shared space to either stay at Seungkwan’s place or just come home once Seokmin was already in bed. Every class you had together, you would sit right by one of the doors, arriving at the latest and leaving as soon as possible. Whilst Seokmin was trying his hardest to come up with a way to apologize to you, to win you back, you were trying your best to forget about your feelings for him. And for the most part it was even successful - you being mad at him and feeling like an idiot whenever you thought about the kiss you two had shared. But then again, only for the most part.

“You can’t just force yourself out of love with someone,” Seungkwan said on the nth night you’ve been sitting on his couch, a bucket of ice cream in your arms, the AC on the highest setting because, holy hell, was it hot outside.

“I can try,” you shrugged, staring at the TV screen. Seungkwan sighed, letting his eyes wander over your frame. You didn’t look your best, the hurt definitely coming through with bags under your eyes, your hair looking frizzy, the shirt you were wearing a stain right in the middle and when he had asked you about it, you couldn’t even tell him where that had come from.

So, when he got a call from Kim Mingyu two days later, he was eager as ever to meet up and hopefully get you off his couch.

The setting was in a small coffee shop, Seokmin seated nervously next to Mingyu who had ordered an iced americano for each of them. Seungkwan looked from one handsome guy to the other, clearing his throat.

“So, I’m guessing this is about Y/N?” he raised a brow and Mingyu quickly nodded, while Seokmin shifted on his seat, hands clasped around his plastic cup.

“Yup. Do you have any idea what Seok over here can do to, you know, get her to speak to him again?” Mingyu pointed at Seokmin with his thumb and Seungkwan chuckled as he watched Seokmin slap the thumb away, his cheeks a bright red.

“I’m sorry, I would’ve never come to you about this, but I’m desperate at this point. She is never home and when she is, she makes it her mission to not even acknowledge my existence.”

“Yeah, when she’s not home she is at my place. And let me tell you, it’s getting incredibly annoying, considering I have a “not-boyfriend” that I’d really like to invite over,” clicking his tongue, Seungkwan leaned back and grabbed his own beverage, taking a sip from the bright blue straw, “so, I am more than happy to help.”

For a few minutes they brainstormed, Mingyu suggesting that maybe Seokmin should just ambush her, maybe get a pair of handcuffs and- yeah, he was shut down by both Seokmin and Seungkwan rather quickly. Seokmin said that maybe he should just continue texting her and that perhaps she’d come around, but Seungkwan shook his head, telling him there was no use, he had never met anyone worse at texting and reading texts than his best friend.

After a moment of silence in which they all seemed a bit defeated, Seungkwan watched Mingyu take out his phone and open a message he had received on instagram. The only blonde at the table had never been quicker to sit up and almost knock over his drink.

“I know what you have to do.”

It had been two weeks since you had last talked to Seokmin and for once you were inside your apartment, knowing that he was at class while yours had been canceled. It was nice to be back home during day time for a change, your feet propped up on the small coffee table in front of the sofa. A book in your lap that you had discarded for a bit to check your phone, only to be hit in the face by a cruel, cruel reality. The book slipped off your lap as you withdrew your legs from the table and instead kneeled on the couch, both hands gripping your phone tightly.

“He has got to be joking,” you mumbled, feeling dizzy as you stared at the mirror pic Seokmin had posted half an hour ago. He hadn’t posted in months. Basically since he and Hyerin had broken up. His insta was mainly blank except for a few pictures he had taken of pretty sceneries. Never had he ever posted gym selfies. No. That had been Mingyu, showing off Seokmin’s body in his pictures as well as his own.

To be fair, there wasn’t much body to see on the selfie. It was him in the gym, his long sleeved shirt rolled up above his elbows, showing enough arm to make you head feel crazy. His left hand was holding his phone, his fingers spread over it and, fuck, his hand. His hair was just slightly messy, his jaw and neck on full display and you forgot how to breathe. Arousal pooled in between your legs now and you honestly couldn’t even understand why. Perhaps, you thought, because this was the first time you had seen his face in almost two weeks and this picture just fed into all of your small kinks about him. Swallowing hard, you licked your lips and continued to bury your teeth into the bottom one, your pussy already throbbing. How pathetic. Little did you know you were about to become even more pathetic. Only now did your eyes spot the small symbol on the right side of the post, signaling you that there wasn’t just one picture. With a throat as dry as the desert, you clicked back on the post, a shaking index finger swiping to the left, only to be met by what could only be described as worse. There you had the body you had so desperately wished for. Leaned back on what you assumed to be a bench press, his legs adjourned in baggy jeans you had seen him wear a handful of times. Back then you had been happy to not see them on him this much because for whatever reason he was even more sexy in them. They weren’t even tight (as baggy jeans already suggested), but they still seemed to fit him perfectly. And now, with him manspreading over a bench in the gym, the red-white shirt with a car race theme, sleeves still rolled up, one arm hanging over his right thigh, holding onto the black leather beneath him, showing off a pretty vein you could literally already feel underneath your tongue. He was crazy. Crazy and mean and horrible and you knew all of this on purpose. His fingers on display, his thighs looking so big in those god forsaken jeans. Hair messy, jawline looking so sharp you were sure it could cut glass.

And as if all of this wasn’t bad enough, you suddenly heard the door clicking open. Your head jerked up, your eyes wide and your cheeks flushed burgundy. When you saw Seokmin walk through the door and finally into the living room, you felt your phone slip from your hand and onto the couch. He was carrying a gym bag, his hair still slightly damp. His skin was glowing and his eyes were widened in surprise. He most definitely hadn’t expected to see you.

“I thought you had class?” He said, his gym bag dropping onto the floor next to him. You slowly got up from the couch.

“Got canceled. Yours?”

“Same.”

Nodding, you came to a stop in front of him, his tall figure towering over you, your chest heaving, head clouded by the smell of his cologne, of the knowledge he had posted that picture most definitely to get to you. With a heartbeat the speed of light, you looked into his eyes.

“Did Seungkwan tell you to post those pictures?” you whispered. Seokmin hesitated. Then he nodded.

“Did it work?” he asked, head slightly tilted to the side.

Instead of answering, your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down to crash your lips against his. Seokmin immediately reacted, hands on the small of your back, pushing you closer. This kiss was different from the first, not less exciting or dizzying, but you felt more in control, felt more like this was it, this was what you had craved for so long.

Seokmin, meanwhile, was on cloud nine, your lips feeling so incredible on his. For him this was all he had wanted for the last weeks and while he had gotten that small taste back then, nothing could have prepared him for what he was feeling right now. All sense of self control left his body as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding over your bottom lip, asking to be let in. Once your tongues touched, there was no way in hell this was going to end. You moaned into his mouth, your nails digging into his skin while he moved his hands down, wrapping around your thighs to lift you up. Instinctively your legs swung around him, his hands leaving burns where he touched you.

He moved over to the couch where you had sat before, sitting down with you now straddling him, both of your hands roaming around the other’s body. You let your fingers slide under his shirt and together you took it off, lips parting momentarily and letting you admire his toned chest, his abs and shoulders. You took your sweet time, fingers caressing his skin while your lips latched onto his neck, sucking harshly. Seokmin moaned, one hand on the back of your head, while the other laid on your thigh.

With every passing second you felt yourself grow wetter, your hips beginning to grind down, both of your clothed crotches meeting, making both of you even more desperate. Seokmin grabbed your face, kissing you passionately once more, thumbs on either side of your cheeks. You whimpered when you felt him buck up, his erection already making your head spin. Never had you ever wanted anyone as bad. Finally, his hands moved to take off your shirt, leaving you in shorts and nothing else. A groan escaped him, hands all over your breasts, lips sucking your hard nipple inside his mouth, your head falling back, hands digging into his scalp. He was devouring your tits one at a time, hands squeezing them harshly as you couldn’t help but move your hips against him.

“S-Seokmin, please,” you whined, the arousal literally audible. Hearing you say his name like this… Seokmin parted from your chest and instead looked up at you.

“Seungkwan told me something,” he whispered, one hand now moving down, while the other was back on your face, “he told me you take a… certain liking to my fingers.” The smirk on his face made you forget to kill Seungkwan later. You licked over your lips, biting down on it after, only to let out a small gasp when his right hand slipped into your shorts, pressing down on the wet spot between your legs. He sucked in a breath.

“Fuck, arren’t you wet for me, angel?” He whispered, while his other hand moved to your lips now, his eyebrows shooting up as he held eye contact. You knew what he wanted and you were more than eager to oblige. Parting your lips and stretching out your tongue, Seokmin felt himself twitch as he laid his index and middle finger on top of your tongue.

“Suck,” he then ordered you and without thinking twice, you did as asked. The fingers were long and thin and perfect and your eyes rolled back when you felt him press down on your tongue, his eyes becoming a little crazier with every passing second.

“Both your holes stuffed with my fingers, what do you think?” his voice made goosebumps erupt all over your body, moaning around his digits while nodding wildly. Seokmin chuckled, not saying anything as he shoved your panties to the side, your hips almost automatically lifting so he could coat himself in your juice, his cock growing harder with every inch of him that got blessed with your arousal.

“Think you can take two already?” when you nodded again, he immediately let his pretty fingers sink into you, both of you moaning at the contact. He sank in as deep as he could, until every bit was inside of you, knuckles deep, making him feel like he was either going to cum in his pants or simply explode.

“God, you feel so fucking good, angel. Common, fuck yourself on my fingers and don’t forget to suck.”

Your body began moving right away. Your mouth was sucking his fingers as if they were his cock, tongue pressing, tongue flicking against them. Head bobbing back and forth as your hips moved up and down on his other hand, his fingers feeling heavenly inside your walls. And when he put his thumb on your clit, you were sure the heavenly feeling would soon get you to cum all over him.

“Good girl, doing so well for me, fuck,” Seokmin felt his throat dry up, sweat forming on the top of his head. How badly he wanted to fuck you right now, just get his fingers out and replace them with his throbbing cock - but he wanted to take his time with you. He wanted to see you live out your dream with his fingers buried inside of you, with your saliva coating his one hand and your perfect, sweet arousal the other. He wanted to see you come undone like this, fucking yourself on his fingers, before he took you the way he wanted, making you scream his name and beg him to make you cum with his cock.

You felt your orgasm closing in on you, your movements becoming sloppier, eyes rolled back and the fingers in your mouth almost forgotten. Once Seokmin noticed, he grinned, beginning to fuck them inside your mouth himself, a high pitched moan escaping you and making another bit of precum shoot out of Seokmin’s cock.

“Yeah, are you close, baby? Come on, I know you want to cum for me.” He leaned forward, the angle of his fingers changing slightly, hitting you right where you needed him and when his lips began kissing and licking at your neck, you couldn’t help but cum hard, your pussy clenching around his fingers over and over again, milking yourself for all you had.

“Fuck,” he was in a daze, pulling both sets of fingers outside your holes, eyes searching for yours, before closing his lips around the fingers that had just made you cum so beautifully. You whimpered, pussy throbbing at the sight of him licking your arousal from his own digits.

“Seokmin…,” you cried out and he pulled his fingers back, instead shooting forward now to kiss you again. You could taste yourself on his lips, hands now back around his neck, eyes closed shut as he kissed you with delicious desperation.

“Fuck me on the windowsill, Seok, please.”

He parted from you only for a second, before nodding and kissing you again, getting up with your legs wrapped around him, finally placing you on the narrow sill, hands gripping your shorts and panties and pulling them off your legs. You watched as he opened his own jeans next, letting them fall to the floor before finally revealing what you had only imagined so far. You couldn’t help but stare, your mouth watering at the sight of his big cock, all red at the tip and veiny, thick and a little bent to the left. Oh, how much you wanted him to ruin you.

“I can’t wait to fuck you, baby,” he purred now, arms back around your body, lips closing around yours again. Every inch of you was on fire, your hands immediately finding his cock, one grabbing his balls, while the other was around his girth, moving up to let your thumb slide over his slit. He twitched in your hand, a beautiful moan coming out his mouth that had you shivering. Spreading your legs further, you brought his leaking cock to your lips, letting the tip circle your clit for a bit, both of you moaning into the other's mouth, before finally lining him up with your sopping core.

“Please, fuck me, I need you so bad,” your voice was muffled against his lips and he nodded, replacing your hand with his to push inside you, the stretch having your nails dig into his shoulders, whimpers escaping your pink lips as he lowered himself into you until he bottomed out, his forehead now pressing against yours.

“You feel so good, so perfect around me, baby,” he kissed you softly, hands sliding over your sides up to your tits, and once he began squeezing them again, his lips finding yours, he began thrusting, first deep and hard, before he quickened, your legs pulling him even closer. He was perfect. The way he held you, the way his thumb was on your nipple, lips now sucking on the sensitive skin on your neck, cock fucking you deep and hard and quick, leaving no room for complaints. You didn’t know how to ever stop moaning his name, how to be quiet, how to not have your body already signal another climax.

“A-am close,” you whined and Seokmin nodded, head now in between your neck and shoulder, kissing every inch of your skin. Nothing had ever felt this good, no sex with anyone had ever made him feel as if he was going to cum within seconds, while also wanting it to never end. He sped up once more, hands back on your face as he wanted to cum with your tongue inside his mouth, with your lips claimed as his. You tried to match his pace, desperate and breathy moans filling the air that already smelled like nothing but sex. There was nothing you could do to prevent the orgasm rushing over you, your walls clenching around his cock over and over again, his movements getting sloppier with every second, your and his salivas mixing, running over both your chins when he finally sucked your tongue into his mouth as he came, hot white cum spreading in your pussy that now milked him for all he had, every little drop as precious as the other.

“Fuck, oh my god,” Seokmin breathed into your mouth, his hands caressing your hair as he kissed your neck, both of you slowly getting down from your highs. You two stayed like this for a while. Him, kissing your neck, your shoulders, your chin and finally your lips. It suddenly feels like everything has fallen into place perfectly, like this is what should have happened the first time he ever stepped into place, maybe even when you first laid eyes on him three years ago. He stays inside you, your combined releases only slowly dripping out of you. How could he make you feel this precious? This fragile in the best way?

“Y/N…”, he then whispers after a while, his hands next to you on the sill, his eyes so soft and yet full of guilt. For a second you think he regrets having done this but then you hear his next words.

“I’m so sorry I pushed you away. I never should have done that. I was scared of my own feelings and of taking advantage of you, and I get now that I should have just talked to you about this instead of acting like I was protecting you when in reality I was just protecting myself,” he caressed your face, a stray lock of hair finds it’s way behind your ear by his finger.

“I get it. And I’m sorry too, for, you know, completely shutting you out.” You smile weakly and Seokmin chuckles, kissing your cheek again.

“I would have done the same. So, you forgive me?”

“Isn’t you coming inside me enough reason to believe I have?” You tease him with a slight grin and he turns red, looking down at him still buried inside your warmth.

“Thank you. For forgiving me,” he looks up at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “and also for letting me cum inside you.”

You start laughing, pushing him away slightly by the shoulder and your heart seems to jump out of your chest when he kisses you again. You were sure that you’ll never get tired of doing this.

“So, if i want you to get turned on I’ll just need to post more gym pics?” Seokmin’s arm was around you, both of you freshly out of the shower seated on the couch. You scoffed, but felt your cheeks heat up.

“Shut up,” you couldn’t help but smile though, the fact he was so close to you, holding you. It was all too much but in the best way possible. You never wanted to let this man go again.

“You’re so cute when you’re flustered”, he giggled now, and god, had you ever heard a more adorable sound? You doubted it. Just when you were about to respond (mainly to tell him to shut up again), you heard your phone ring. Looking over Seokmin’s lap, you saw your phone where you’d left it. He followed your gaze and grabbed your phone for you, a knowing smile on his lips.

“If we were to unlock this now, what would we find, hm?”

Ignoring him, you finally picked up. It was Seungkwan.

“Hi traitor,” you said, eyebrows raised. Seungkwan scoffed on the other side.

“Oh please, you can’t tell me y’all didn’t fuck.”

Seokmin, who was very obnoxiously leaning in closer to hear the conversation, giggled again, his cheeks turning rosy. You rolled your eyes.

“Doesn’t mean I appreciate you spilling my kinks to people you barely know.”

“You know you do kind of love me for it though. So, you two together now?” You froze in place, while your eyes moved very slowly to look at Seokmin. What you saw made your stomach turn and twist and tumble and millions of butterflies suddenly started dancing Gangnam Style. His eyes were so fond, his features soft, the rose on his cheeks now accented by his bright perfect smile. When he nodded, his hand coming to caress your head, you couldn’t help but smile the brightest you ever had.

“As a matter of fact, yes. Yes, we are.”

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30 For 30!

Onyankopon x Black Coded Character ✌️🏾

Summary: After meeting once again in the club, Milana allows Ony to come to her home in one surprising effort to explore her feelings. However, will she be able to get out of her own head enough to really let him in?

Warning MDNI!: Mentions of dealing, Mentions of bullying, Original character with original descriptions.

Masterlist: 🍃

Word Count: 5.2k

Milana never felt like she had it easy, not in school, life, or relationships. Always the odd one out, always picked on, heavily, from elementary through college. Too short, too fat, too dark, too weird, told to her on repeat her entire life. It wasn’t even until this year that she could tell herself she was “pretty”, and even then she didn’t believe it herself. Just going through life keeping her head down in her journal, expressing herself through words, until she found herself stuck in the lap of her antithesis.

Ever since then, it’s like she’s seeing him everywhere. Haunting her with that name and his smile like his smug, arrogant, handsome, behind knew a joke that she didn’t. Driving her home with that roguish glint to his eye, and his sultry mouth casually calling her, “Mama”. Forcing her into thinking crazy immature thoughts, asking herself over and over if he’d want her, if he’d call her, did he really even give her his real phone number?

It all went quiet went she saw him in the club, not expecting to see him in a million years. So skittish, barely even speaking while with him, too scared she’d say the wrong thing, but when he pulled in front of her door everything felt so electric. How polite he was, much less teasing than when in public, such a perfect gentleman. He even walked her to her door, didn’t ask to come inside, but told her to have a good night in the warmest voice she’d ever heard.

Watching him begin to walk away was hard, but she truly believed whatever he thought was going to happen would never go anywhere. They were just too different. He was sociable, well liked, popular, and she was well… introverted. Deep within her own shell to the point where it was hard to even get out of bed some days.

“Wait!”

Yes, she was shy and reserved, but tired of being lonely. Standing in her doorway with her face down towards her feet, seeing him turn on his heel and observe her silently, his eyes hopeful as they strained to see her. The light from her home poured in behind her, giving her an almost angel-like glow. “You shouldn’t drive at this hour. It’s-that isn’t safe.”

Was she offering what he thought she was? His lips curving further upwards, a hand coming to rub at his jaw as he thought it through for a moment, not expecting her to cave in so quickly like this. “Just for the night.” Her voice was the prettiest thing he’d ever heard, and he knew that he’d do whatever she asked.

“Alright.” Trying his hardest not to go running back to her front door, he sauntered his way over to where she was standing, looking down at how she bit her lip in the most sultry tantalizing way imaginable. His hands itched to reach out and touch her again, but he didn’t want to spook her away after getting this far. “Lead the way, Mama.”

With all the blankets from her spare closet, and extra pillows she could find, Milana made a palette for him to sleep on the couch with. Ony eyeing her from across the room as she almost fluttered around her home, chatting to herself and Oreo as she got everything ready for him. Her spoiled cat sitting in its bed, purring when she stopped to pet him, and meowing for attention as soon as she left.

Her sofa smelled just like her, enveloping him in her scent as soon as he sat down, getting the worst urge to turn and bury his face in her pillows. Ony had slept on a lot of couches before, moving home to home throughout his childhood, a ward of the state since before the age of ten. He’s even had to sleep on some floors in his lifetime, but this had to be the only time sleeping on a sofa brought a smile to his face.

He had almost fallen asleep too fast, staying up to wish her a good night as she retreated into her room to change and get to bed. Ony laying down in a white tee and his black sweats, his hoodie, chain, and shoes laying in a neat pile by his feet. He threw his beanie in the same heap, showing off his waves and low taper fade as he put his head into the satin pillow she provided for him. His eyes fluttering shut embarrassingly quick as he sighed in contentment.

It’s been a long time since he’d gotten some good sleep, feeling so warm and cozy, he almost forgot who’s home he was in. Getting comfortable, his mind wandered, thinking of ways to pay her back for this. Her gentleness and surprising hospitality with no strings attached made him feel human. Something you definitely don’t feel a lot when you deal.

Milana on the other hand had a hard time going to sleep, jumping out of bed every five minutes to check on Ony and make sure he didn’t need anything. To be honest, for her first time having a guy over, she panicked a lot more silently than she thought she would. Clutching Oreo to herself as she tried to lay back and relax, imagining it was just her at home with no one to worry about. God, why did she do this?

She didn’t even know why she found him so.. intimidating. It’s like he wore his emotions so clearly and yet, she still couldn’t decipher what he wanted out of her. To play some game? Get her hopes up just to drop her down slowly? What kind of cruel prank was he playing to where he seemed even slightly interested in her? There wasn’t any clue she could come up with, instead falling asleep, racking her brain for the answer.

The morning sun was the first thing to touch her, well, the sun and Oreo’s paw as he tried to make biscuits on her face. Nice try, little devil. She couldn’t stay mad at him for long though, cuddling him close and smoothing her hands down his shiny fur, getting up with a long stretch and dopey smile.

Going out was fun, but waking up in bed after a night out was much better, her mind clearer and ready for some rest and relaxation. Sliding on her glasses, she slowly moved about getting up for the day, glowing under the bright bathroom lights as she brushed her teeth and washed her face. Taking out her wrap, she let her hair fall down in waves, taking her time to part it correctly down the middle and brush down any fly aways with her hard bristle brush.

As her mind played catch up, she didn’t even realize Ony was supposed to be there. Instead, she was trying to remember to feed her cat, find her keys, and think about what to wear today all at once, coming face to face with an empty sofa. Oh, that was… surprising? Disappointing too, but what could she really say? She was upset that a man she hardly knew wasn’t still in her home the morning after going out? Her body sagging with a heavy feeling, feeling stupid, he probably acted like this for every girl to get a free place to sleep.

There wasn’t much time to dwell on it, Oreo practically nipping at her ankles to be fed already. Eyes scanning the room as she poured some dry salmon mix into his bowl, noticing the way Ony had to have folded all her blankets nice and neat, placing the pillows on top. At least he was kind enough to do that, even if it’s a little rude to just rush out in the morning. Who knows, he might’ve had to leave to go do some drops, earn his living she supposed.

The sound of her door opening had her reacting more than preparing for a possible intruder, dropping the bag of food and clutching her pajama top in a panic. Oreo was happy as ever, jumping head first into the forgotten bag to get some extra food as Ony stepped through the door, ducking through with his hood up and head down. A huge sigh of relief leaving her as soon as their eyes met and realization eased her frightened state away.

He looked amused already, laughing at the way Oreo’s tail swished out the opening, knocking a few pieces to the floor before he was picked up and placed on the ground in front of his bowl. His cheeks were filled with food, not even able to meow as she scolded him gently, looking at Ony out the corner of her eye as he made his way over.

He was still in his clothes from last night, but his chain and grillz inside his car, his beanie too, not so flashy or dressed up anymore. “Hey.” He said all drowsy like he wanted to get back in bed, which is all he secretly wished to do. Sofa or not, that was some good sleep, and he’d be damned if that was the last time he’d be up in here catching some “Z’s”. Already looking through the crack in her door to assess how big her bed was, and how they’d both fit.

“Hey,” Milana stood up fast, shooting up to put some distance between them and rush to the kitchen. “Did you sleep well? I know a couch isn’t super comfortable, but I can get some breakfast started to make up for it? What do you like, toast, eggs, bacon-” As soon as she opened her fridge, the emptiness of it shocked her right out of her rambling, standing in front of it feeling like an idiot for forgetting to buy groceries. “Uhh…”

“How did you sleep?” He cut in, making his way behind her to see what she was looking at. Hmm, that wasn’t going to fly around here, how long had she been without food in her fridge?

“Good. I slept, okay. How about you?” Closing the door, Milana turned on her heels to give him a sincere smile. She really thought he was gone, that whatever she had been feeling, whatever was happening between them was over. He only smiled back at her when he saw how genuinely happy she looked, and he felt…something. If this how she’d react every time he came back to her, then he could definitely get used to the feeling.

“Best sleep of my life. Hands down. I gotta pay you back for that, take you out for breakfast.” He asserted, trying to convey as much feeling as he could behind his words. He truly meant every single one, he wouldn’t have said it if he didn’t, but now Ony needed her to need him back. Give her something to appreciate after she had done so much for him in such little time.

“Okay, sure.” Did she really believe he’d want to be seen in public with her? No, but it was the thought that counts, and the fact that he was nice enough to offer made her blindly agree.

“Right now.”

Now? What was this boy talking about? All she did was put down some blankets so he didn’t have to drive at nearly three in the morning, and offer a breakfast that she didn’t have. Still, it was more than Ony had gotten in a while, and he was determined to stay around her for as long as he could. “Right- But- I’m not dressed, and-” Trying to think of an excuse wouldn’t work here, especially with the way he was shutting down her overworking mind.

“You can get dressed, I’ll wait. I know this great spot downtown, and I’m not taking no for an answer.” He was serious too. Arms crowding her until all she could focus on was the way he looked, how his rich brown eyes told more of a story than his words ever did, pleading silently. His lips pressed in a tight line, looking at her expectantly as she just stood there, not knowing what to do. That’s alright, from now on, he’d be helping out around here until she understood what happens when you take in a stray.

“I’ll just… be a second.” That was all she could settle on, turning around to help get Ony set up in her bathroom as he followed her silently, trailing a few paces just like Oreo was. She found him a spare red toothbrush she had in her cabinet in case friends spent the night. The thing would’ve been collecting dust if he hadn’t used it anyway, along with a loofah she found buried in her towel closet. She left out some coconut and shea butter body wash she found as well, the scent as androgynous as possible since she didn’t think he’d be fond of smelling like sugar or cake.

He left his clothes with her to wash so he didn’t have to go all the way home, throwing them in for a quick cycle while she went off to leave him be. Using the hot water to ground him in his thoughts, trying not to pry too much in her private home, but needing to at least quell his curiosity. He smelled her perfumes in there, finding the one that made his mouth water and stomach flip, taking a picture of the bottle to remember the name in the future. Pink towels hanging loosely off his body as he basked in the softness. Damn she got him good, if Connie or Eren saw him they’d call him whipped for weeks.

Makeup wasn’t so easy today, hands shaking from nervousness, and having to wipe off some foundation after putting just a smidge too much. Her mind reeling from the daunting awareness that this could seriously go left if she doesn’t at least try to act a bit normal. Feeling crippled under the label of being the weird girl that’s always criminally alone, not having the social skills necessary to even order her own food sometimes, let alone do it across the table from a boy. Nothing about this screamed that it’d go well, but it wasn’t like she had much choice.

He felt the same pressure as well, shrugging his clothes back on after finding them folded on top of in the laundry room where he got dressed. His sweats were fresh from the dryer by the time he came in there, smelling better than his own detergent, and it was a hard pill to swallow knowing that this could all go away. It couldn’t happen, not so soon at least, not after giving him a taste of what could be his, but she was so skittish and scared that Ony had to tread lightly when handling her.

All was forgotten as soon as he looked at her though, lips shiny and pink, skin glistening from her lotion and bits of glitter within it, long curly lash extensions framing her face. Her hair swished down her back, bracelet and earrings simple, leaving a show of skin as she smoothed out any wrinkles she could see. Rushing around to fill her little purse with everything under the sun, her lip gloss, phone, crystals for good luck (and a little love), all of her essentials really.

Milana didn’t even know what she was doing to him, going from the longest shirt he’d ever seen to a black satin dress that he almost mistook for lingerie if it weren’t for its modesty. Lace edges falling over her body like it wanted to jump off of her, lose and still clinging to all the curves that made her look like a tease. Maybe, he was a bit too eager, but seeing her so gorgeous and act so good made it hard for him to resist. Damn, it’s been a long time since he felt this way, it threw him for a loop in the best way possible.

Ony was putting her in the same predicament whether he knew it or not. His smile, so boyish and charming today, on that handsome face with his sharp jaw and kind eyes. It was unfair. Totally swoon worthy, and oh so beautiful with all that ink on display. His moisturized skin showing off intricate images and words under his tee, throwing his hoodie over it to cover up his bulging arms that looked like they could rip through the fabric of his clothes. It was wonder how he could look so rough, so intimidating, and be such a gentle giant.

Neither said a word as they walked to his car, Ony graciously opening the door for Milana to climb inside and inspect his environment in the daylight. His car was nice, seemed fresh off the lot and it appeared like he had put a lot of work into it, his seats a nice leather with a matte black trim on every surface. It smelled good in there too, just like his cologne from yesterday, she tucked herself in the corner of her seat as she tried not to openly sniff the air like a psycho.

“Can I ask you a question?” Ony asked as he sat down, rubbing his hands up his legs as he looked at her, probably not even realizing how good he looked right now. Her stomach filled with butterflies, but she gulped back the feeling to nod slowly.

“Can I ask you one after?” He chuckled at her response, but nodded his head nonetheless. If they were going to have breakfast, they could at least get to know each other a bit better. Wetting his lips before sitting up to ask.

“Why d’you play dress up like this, but act all shy?” His hand leaning over to make sure she saw how all he could see was her, keeping his gaze light and playful like his tone. She only shrugged, shy at first after falling into the weight of his question, her face blank and unreadable until she saw how his eyes were subtly putting pressure on her.

“I don’t know, makes me feel better?” Milana put out her words without thinking, taking a second to clean it up without noticing the way he seemed to appreciate her gift of gab. “I know it’s silly, but it’s always how I expressed myself even if I look crazy-”

“You don’t look crazy.” He said, final and direct. It had her pausing in her tracks, no one had ever spoken to her like that before. Her own grandparents who raised her had never been so assertive, always scolding then soothing after, but not as no-nonsense as Ony.

“Thank you?” Her face felt too warm while trying to get her words out, turning to his side mirror to see her face and make sure she didn’t look stupid right now.

“You look beautiful, matches your personality.” The car started just as he spoke, forcing Milana to swallow her urge to hide away, instead giving him a reserved thanks, face lighting up at the thought that he might not be lying to her. She told herself to breathe and enjoy the view, eyeing the beach as they drove more inland, away from home.

Everything downtown was expensive, lined with rows of boutiques, name brand stores, and pricey restaurants. Milana usually only came around to go clubbing, but to be here in the daylight was different, somehow more exciting. Ony walked like he was untouchable, people moving aside to let him pass, treating him like he was the king of the city. Some nodding their heads in respect, or stopping to dap him up, thanking him for those “deliveries” he made.

“It’s all good, Bro.” It was strange how his whole face could change as soon as it left hers. He’d be walking with her, just a step behind to where she could see him over her shoulder, and when people would come up he’d look… bored. Ony’s smile had no effort, and he’d only glance in their direction before turning back, sometimes giving her a wink when their eyes met.

Milana turned forward, hiding her hint of a smile as they approached a hostess booth for the restaurant. “What’s up, Sarah. Let me get a table for two, please.” Ony standing behind her still as he spoke, shaping his waves with a spare brush he found in his car. He slid his chain back on before they stepped out as well, definitely making him out of dress code if the hoodie wasn’t enough. This place screamed fancy, upper class, and bougie, all things that made her feel a bit out of place.

The woman didn’t even bat an eye at her or Ony though, simply grabbing some menus and leading the way for them to sit at a gorgeous table, large enough to seat four. The hostess taking two extra chairs away, lighting their candle provide warmth in the afternoon breeze, and to obviously set a mood. He snickered watching the realization wash over her face, looking at him then trying not to trip over her own sandals.

“Hope you enjoy!” She said before making her way back to her booth, leaving just Milana and Ony by themselves again. He slid out her chair for her, and it was all becoming a bit too much, all this chivalry would get to her head.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to!” Her whisper only made him nod his head back towards the chair he was still holding.

“Take a seat, Mama.” For some reason it didn’t feel like he was asking, just being polite to soften the demand. A shiver ran up Milana’s back as her face flushed, pressing her lips together to hide a pout as she did what she was told, pushing her closer to the table before dropping into his own chair.

The setting was too intimate for what they were. Not rowdy like the club, or awkward like in her home. Just calm, peaceful, Ony sitting there like nothing in life could go wrong, cool as could be. Couples sitting all around, enjoying the day amongst each other, Milana looking down to escape the burning feeling of envy for them.

She averted her attention to study how he looked over her menu as she skimmed over it, wondering if he found this as bizarre as she did. A month ago he just popped up out of nowhere, seemingly falling out of the sky to help contribute to her little vice. Now, she was sitting across from him at a table, experiencing something that felt strangely like a date.

“What are you looking at?”

“What?” His words shocking Milana out of her head, making her think that she had been caught staring until he gestured to the menu.

“I don’t usually eat this shit, so I’m trying to find something simple.” Ony hummed, tossing his aside to free his hands, pressing them into his pockets as the breeze came again.

“Oh,” Her eyes made contact with the words to try and find something quickly. “French toast sounds so good right now, but I’m going swimming soon once it heats up…” She replied with wishful thinking, focused on finding something else when their waiter quickly approached, setting down glasses and water as they exchanged formalities, giving a rundown on the specials.

“I think I'll get the French toast. Steak too, medium well, and fried eggs. You want anything else?”

Milana didn’t even try to fight him this time, knowing he wouldn’t take any excuse she gave anyways. Instead, she was sighing out in relief that she didn’t have to do that herself. The waiter took down their orders and sped off to another table while she thought about the sweet gesture, feeling herself ease into loosening up.

Her hands resting on the white table cloth, admiring the view of the city from this perspective. “Can I ask my question?” She couldn’t stop herself from trying to pry into his mind a little, wanting to answer some things for herself. His quick nod giving her the reliance she needed to continue. “Why do you deal?”

Ony never faltered, almost like he expected the question, probably so after doing it so many years. “Good money. Pays my rent and fills up my tank.” He replied, unfazed and a little uninterested in talking about his job.

“That’s it? You don’t like being able to socialize?” She expected him to talk grand stories about the adrenaline, the danger that just whisked him away better than anything else had, planting that seed in him to conquer hundreds of people’s supply and demand.

“Hell nah,” He scrunched his nose up at that, like the thought was enough to make him cringe. “I don’t even like most of the people I talk to. I do it so I can get paid. Eren’s the one who likes the game that comes with it.” His hands waved dismissively, trying to think of something else, but Milana wasn’t letting it go quite yet.

“You don’t like a lot of people? What about the people in your section? Like the girls and stuff..” So that’s why she wanted to know. That was interesting to Ony, used to hearing the whole spiel about how much of a terrible person he was, although she on the other hand had never treated him with anything but grace. It was starting to become apparent just how much she cared.

“I’m cool off them. That shit you saw in the club was just miserable Ol’ Deedra.” He grit out his second sentence under his breath, like he was annoyed just thinking about her. There must’ve been something that happened, the feeling too bitter to ignore.

“Why don’t you like her?” She asked incredulously, Ony’s eyes flicking to hers with a look of confusion. The way she asked, so astounded, like she couldn’t believe that he wasn’t interested in some girl in the club had him feeling some type of way. Why was she even asking about her, when all he wanted to talk about was sitting right there next to him.

“She’s not my type.” He said simply put, shrugging it off casually like he didn’t even have to think about it. His head leaning back to inspect her face, tongue running across his lower lip, just wondering what hers would feel like. “I like good girls that don’t know how to drive.”

“Stop playing.” Milana was quick to say that, wanting to shut down his teasing little attempts to flirt. He laughed at her dissmisal, not taking it to heart at all. All he could do anyways was find her even more attractive, the challenge making him want to try harder.

“Who said I was?” Oh, so he was serious? There was no way to mistake what he said as anything else but completely earnest. Still, that hint of doubt was present, wondering what happened last night to make him so interested. She didn’t have the confidence to think she could make his head turn, and still he was sitting there like she was more than enough. “I don’t play around like that, with people’s feelings.”

“I think you’re just trying to be nice.” Milana’s voice didn’t have anymore fight in her tone, just a sad little edge that made Ony furrow his brows. He pushed himself away from the table, leaning back to think for a second, actually thinking about what he could say.

Stubborn, so blind she can’t even see what he was doing here. Shit, everyone could, but she just didn’t believe him yet, he needed to find a way to convince her, show her he was serious as can be. “What do I got to do to show you I’m not playing?”

He looked so hopeful, urging her to actually tell him something, anything. He’d give her whatever she wanted, whatever she needed to make her see him, too entranced by the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen to not do anything about it.

“I don’t… I don’t know, Ony.” Milana really didn’t, she couldn’t tell him what it’d take to break down her walls and let him in. The fact that he got this far in the first place was already astonishing, to go any further would just be too scary.

“Stay here, I’ll be right back.” Ony didn’t offer up any other explanation, just swiftly stood and went around to her seat, soothing her confusion that was written all over her face. “Don’t worry. I’m just going to get something.” With that, he sped towards the entrance, a bit of energy to his purposeful steps, and he was gone in just seconds flat. Sitting at their table, seeing him go, she couldn’t help but wonder if what she said was the reason he left so quickly, hoping her big mouth didn’t just cost her.

Time seemed to move slower than molasses waiting for Ony. Their food even came after waiting fifteen minutes longer, the piping hot plates just getting cold as Milana tried not to actually lose it in public. Her shoulders slumped in, eyes trying not to shed fat crystallized tears of embarrassment and disappointment. God, just when it was all going so well, now she was left to sit here and trust that he’d come back? He didn’t even tell her where he was going, just rushing off to leave her stranded and hiding her face behind her napkin so no one could see her shame.

Just a second before she was about to stand up and leave, she saw a familiar looking mass of muscle, making his way to their table. Her head jumped up to see if it was really him, relief flooding all of her senses as he came back just like he said he would, noticing he didn’t come empty handed either. Hands full of a beautiful bouquet of Lilies, long white petals and long green stems that were bound together by a simple white string of satin. Where did he even get such a beautiful bunch, and why was he heading right to her with them?

“I didn’t know which ones you’d like, so I just got what looked nice I guess.” He dropped down in front of her, crouching next to his chair breathless and nervous as he passed them into her hands. He jogged three blocks to get them, finding the closest flower shop in walking distance and picking out what caught his eye. His nerves were strumming, not exactly knowledgeable about picking out flowers, he could only hope that he had accomplished what he set out to do.

“Wow… they-” They were so soft and smelled lovely, her eyes filling with tears all over again at the sweetest gesture she’d ever received. “They’re beautiful. Thank you.”

That was all he needed to feel like he accomplished his greatest feat yet, chest swelling with pride, as he smiled the widest he had all day. She giggled softly at that, trying to hide her watery gaze, but he wouldn’t let her, hands gently holding onto hers over the flowers, rubbing soothing circled into her skin. “I promise I’m serious, Milana.”

Neither of them could stop the desire coursing through the air, leaving them to silently convey what they were feeling. Trying not to openly stare at each other, longing burning through their bodies as they both leaned closer. Ony closing the gap between them, their eyes falling shut as he pressed the softest kiss over her lips. Milana finally giving herself permission to let go of all her worry, every thought that he might not want her escaping from her mind, leaving them in bliss.

Chat! Thank you to everyone who is following the series so far! I appreciate it so much. I just absolutely love SZA's album, and I hope people are loving it just as much as I do. Keep following along and see where Milana and Ony end up next! - Baby Bow 🎀

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hotmomsonly101 · 1 year ago

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Olivia’s girl (Olivia benson x fem reader

Summary: when someone disrespects you and Olivia(your wife) needs to remind them who’s wife they just go fucked with.

Genre: cute

Warnings: light teasing

This morning I woke up in pain as I am 5 months Pregnant, the bed is empty as Olivia had already went to work, I slowly get up and go Noah's room and walk in and see him sleeping, I smile to myself and walk next to his bed and lightly shake him.

"honey its time to get up" I say as I gently rub his back and he is slowly waking up

"mommy" he says sleepily and slowly opens his eyes

"hi baby, time to get up and get ready for school" I walk to his closet "how about you wear the new shirt mama got for you angel" I grab it and go to his drawer and grabs pants as he slowly sits up in his bed

"I wanna see mama mommy" he says as he gets up and raps his little arms around me

"I know honey, shes at work but if you get dressed we can face-time her before I take you to school" I say and he gets happy and quickly gets dressed for school and I grab my phone and video calls Olivia

"hello princess" she says as she answers wearing her glasses in her office "what do I own the pleasure to see your beautiful face this morning"

"hi liv" I laugh as Noah sits next to me "Noah wanted to talk to you before I drove him to school"

"HI mama" he says waving

"hi my love, I see your in your new shirt, are you ready for school" she says

"yes mama" he nods and smiles

"did you brush your teeth" she tells him

"no mama" saying it truthfully and smiling

"go brush your teeth" she says in a sweet but motherly tone and he goes to the bathroom "how are you feeling babygirl" she asks me

"good just my lower back hurts so much" I tell her ad I get up to get Noah's lunchbox from the fridge and put it in his bag

"come visit my later" she says making that teasing and loving face I love and I giggle

"okay baby, I will come see you later, maybe you can see something later" I say smiling brightly

"mhm is that so?" she says In the dominant and seductive tone

"yes" I smile and we talk for a little longer and I hang up so i can get Noah to school, drive him to school and go home and take a shower, picking out an outfit I pick leggings and sweatshirt and vans, and I do a little makeup and do my hair in a half up half down hairstyle with a cute black bow, I go to my car and drive to the station I walk in and see Amanda and Eliot

"hey there beautiful" Amanda comes over and hugs me "you are glowing today how is the baby" she asks and rubs my belly

"active" I say and smile as Eliot comes over and hugs me too

"you do look amazing Y/n, the baby is making you look like a million bucks" he laughs

"wish I felt like a million bucks, but thank you guys, the baby is so active lately mostly when Noah or Liv talks to my belly" I say as I feel the baby moving a lot "is the lieutenant busy" I say

"I think she has a girl in office but go in girl" Amanda tells me as I walk to her office and knock and hear come in and I walk in and see Olivia with someone but I'm not sure who it is

"well hello, this is a new hire, Jane, and Jane this is Y/n my-" she gets interrupted

"friend?, wow girl, you should lose a little weight not gonna lie no man will want that sorry" she says I look at her and then at Olivia, I can tell her blood is boiling right now "I mean you are pretty but you are fat"

"excuse me, what did you just say to my wife" Olivia says and gets up with her hands on the desk

"your, wife?' she says not fully believing it

"yes my wife, detective, not that it would matter she isn't fat, she is 5 months pregnant with my baby, so watch what you say" she is so pissed right now

"you guys are married, lieutenant she is like 20" she says looking at me

"actually Jane, I'm not 20 I'm 29 thank you very much not that it is any of your business" I tell her

"lieutenant you are a beautiful woman and you're dating a child carrying a child"

"I'm not dating a child I'm married to my wife who I love very much and we have an age gap so what, we love each other, we've been married for 4 years and please get out of my site you're fired" she says pissed

Jane leaves and I look at Olivia "woah baby that was hot" I say causing her to raise her eyebrow and smirk

"oh yeah? I'm sure it was come here" she says and I go over and she grabs my waist causing me gasp and smile and lean up to kiss her as she lightly makes my back lean on her desk

"you are such a beautiful girl" she says and kisses me again "my girl" she says and smiles leaning to kiss my forehead.

#olivia benson #law and order svu #age g4p #wlw love #pregnant reader #mariska hargitay #fanfic #olivia benson x reader

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denjjisgf · 1 month ago

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JUST LIKE THAT (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ s. gojo x reader

nsfw 18+ oral (reader receiving), afab reader

the metal stall wall shakes when your hand twacks! against it, attempting to keep yourself steady. tasting tequila and sickly artificial strawberry, you glide your tongue over the flat of the stranger’s and groan. wild hands dance over your body, tugging awkwardly at your shirt and under your waistbands. a frustrated leg spreads yours. dextrous fingers pop the button of your jeans and finagle the zipper down. your head tilts back as a hot tightness coils, burning the skin at his fingertips. a sigh tumbles from your lips and he catches the back of your neck to bring you to a kiss. the cold porcelain of the dirty bar toilet grazed your leg and you flinch, breaking the mirage of sexual tension the ivory-headed stranger cast over you.

how did we get here?

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“what are you having?” you twist in the stiff bar stool, positioning your back to the voice. conveniently a five-minute walk away, you were in your favorite spot at the small pub near your apartment. it reeks of spilled beer and the grainy tv constantly rotates the sport of the season for the older regulars; this isn’t the type of bar you go to find people to take home. the last thing you want is to be hit on by a man three times your age or resembles your friend's dad. so you sip from your drink and ignore. “ah— i see," he's moved to face you and smiling, wildly, and you roll your eyes. "you’re already drinking. well. bartender!” you hear the swish of fabric fly and he’s waving his hand. “hi, yes, i’ll have whatever they’re having.”

persistent, you think. letting it go, you take a closer look. to your bewilderment, it’s in fact not a man the retirement age nor your friend’s father. pleasantly, he has a handsome look to his features, his nose long, slender, and balancing thin rectangular sunglasses. soft lips curl into a flirt, a tight lipped smirk, his tongue swiping to wet the bottom one. from over the lenses, you just barely catch a glance of gorgeous cerulean blue.

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you gasp as he throws your thighs up, holding you tight atop the flat of his forearms. your legs are restricted, help taunt by the stiffness of your pants, bunched at the ankles. your shoes dangle, helplessly, and flop in the air as he buries his head between your legs and pops out at the crux of your pretty pussy. you've rested your arms over the edge of the bathroom stall, precariously holding onto the weak plastic siding and metal rod, screwed to the ceiling. from here, anyone walking in would get the sight of you: perched like an angel, mouth agape in an 'o' and the stranger's black laced, leather dress shoes peeking from the bottom of the stall's door.

he sighs and spits a string of slurs, whining and pecking gentle, wet kisses into the fat of your thighs, gripping at the plushness of it all. he nuzzles his head and the scratchy grit of his undercut tickles you. you drop a hand down to guide his head closer and his hot breath fans over the dewy wet patch on your underwear. you feel safe, stable in his arms, thick veins protruding as his biceps flex. you feel ticks as he readjusts— the blood pumping thick through them when he moves closer, pushing you in a mating press.

your knees fold and the dirty heels of your sneakers dig into his shoulder blades. your fingernails scratch the skin behind his ear as you nudge him closer, whining and pleading sexy little 'please' s he can't resist. so he licks, first from the bottom, over your panties and up till his lips clasp around your clit, then he sucks. gentle pops! and groans float up to your ears and your face flushes with embarrassment and arousal. his fingers dance to pull the damp fabric to the side and he dig his nose into the tufts of hair at your groin. he teases shapes over the throbbing ball of nerves and laps his tongue at the entrance of your hole. he does straight lines, back and forth, up and down, granting you just enough stimulation to get the knee jerk reaction he wants and hear the high pitched gasp catch in your throat. his tongue dips in, slurping up the sticky, cream pool collecting and swallow it down with a gulp.

trembling, his fingers reach his mouth and wets them, watching with hazy eyes how the thick remnants of your cum and his saliva draw strings between his milky white fingers. repositioning again, he inserts one, slowly, and just to the first knuckle. he’s teasing. pushing in and out at an agonizing pace, barely deep and missing your g spot and just enough to have you reeling. your hips buck subconsciously, mindlessly grinding to push his long fingers in farther. he returns to suck on your clit, this time with more intent. he hums and flicks his tongue, quick and consistent, while you ride his fingers messily. as you pull back, preparing to push forward and grind back onto his hand, he sneaks a second finger in and holds you flush to his face. like this, he takes more control, dragging them along your walls and bringing you closer to bliss. your spine feels cold and he’s pressing down just where you like it. his tongue is hot and your hearing dulls to a fuzz as he works you open on his fingers.

like a vignette, your vision narrows until it’s just the graffiti, stickered walls and spikes of white hair. every hair is raised on your body when he spits viciously on your pussy and buries himself once again. he’s overstimulating you in every manner possible, and you moan for him, louder and desperate as ever. “just like that,” you whisper, a thin string of drool spilling from your mouth as you look down and lock eyes with those pretty blue ones. you can’t see but know he’s smiling from the crinkle in his eyes; they roll back to his skull and he sighs with heady satisfaction. “sweetheart, i could stay like this forever.”

#i hate dialogue more than my enemies lives #maybe part two with reader getting messily fucked on the counter facing the mirror #i’m trying to write for gender neutral readers #any advice would be nice #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #gojo smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader #gojou x reader #satoru gojou x reader #falling for :: gojo satoru

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ddejavvu · 1 year ago

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ok but I LOVE your writing!!! I need your version of modern!anakin finding out you have a overstimulation kink 😵‍💫 I’m just imagining you saying “daddy, ‘s too much..” & him saying “no baby you can give me one more”

i shit you not i started writing this within one minute of you sending it 🤭

cw daddy kink, overstim, they have a safeword in place

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Anakin's face is still slick and sticky where it had been buried in your slobbering cunt only moments before. The remnants of that orgasm are smeared in abundance across his chin and cheeks, now deposited in a shiny layer over your collarbones as he feasts upon the skin there. He's voracious, tongue and teeth alike meeting your skin eagerly like he's trying to devour you. He's muffling groans into your neck as he licks fat, wet stripes of spit up its expanse, and when his teeth close around a sliver of skin at your jaw, you whimper beneath him.

"You ready, angel?" He croons, his voice gruff from exertion. He's been lying flat over top of you for a few measly minutes now, sucking at your neck in wait, but the hard-on he's steadily grinding into the soft flesh of your thigh lets you know it was purely for your benefit, not his own. He'd presumed, apparently, that you needed a moment to come down from your last high - one that had left you on the verge of blacking out - but you think you may need days to recover.

You're not ready. Well, you want to be ready, there's a buzz at your core that you don't think will go away for twenty minutes at least, and you usually let it pass before attempting another round. But the two of you haven't had the chance for sex in so long, too long, and you can't resist the feel of his cock now rutting between your thighs, just shy of your sloppy cunt.

"I can't," You mewl out in desperation, voicing your weak concerns though your safeword stays firmly in the back of your mind, and pointedly off of your tongue, "S'too much, Ani."

"Yes you can," He soothes, his voice smooth as he purrs against the crook of your jaw. He nestles another kiss to the skin, secure and firm, "Look, angel. You put me right between your legs. I didn't move, you did."

You crane your neck up to glance downwards, seeing exactly what you'd felt before; his hips now piston against both of your own, cock sinking between your thighs, instead of against one side while you'd laid in rest. Apparently you wanted him more than you comprehended before, if you'd subconsciously wrapped your thighs around him.

He listens for your safeword, you know he's waiting to hear if it falls from your mouth. But it doesn't, only another pathetic, "I can't, Ani."

"You can," He assures you, firmer this time, burying his face back into your neck. "You can give me one more." You feel him suck at an already-sore spot above your collarbones, just as you feel the head of his cock prod at your willing entrance. He pushes his hips forwards and you let out a cry as his cock slides into your slick cunt, the buzz you'd felt earlier rising in intensity like every single one of your nerves is a lit fuse the second his skin makes contact with yours.

"Ah-ah! Daddy," You blubber, lip full and plump on bottom as it puffs out in a pout, "Too much, daddy, too much!"

You writhe beneath him, cunt woefully unprepared for stimulation on top of stimulation. It burns, deliciously so, at your stomach, rousing your blood to a rolling boil and pricking at your thighs so that they twitch.

"You're okay,' He assures you, his voice a deep drawl as he eases your mouth open. You'd been gnawing at your lower lip and he thumbs at it until you release, then soothes the sting there with his own tongue. He licks into your mouth and you let him, because you're not sure if you could manage anything but eager compliance as you accommodate to the sting of his thrusts.

It's more than you've ever felt before, all at once, and the way he's kissing you doesn't help. His tongue is just as eager as his hips, probing relentlessly around your mouth and tasting every ounce of your slick that's rubbing off of his chin and onto your own face. He tries to go slow, to ease you into it with gentle, cautious thrusts, but the willing squelch of your cunt must be too much for him to bear, because his hips speed up after only a few attempts at niceties.

"God, angel," He hisses, the sound falling hot and heavy right onto your own tongue, "You're fucking begging for it. Your pussy's sucking me in," He pants, "S'not too much, is it? It's just what you need."

You can't muster up a voice to agree with him, so instead you bob your head vigorously. It means his kisses turn sloppy as he tries nailing your head down in one spot, and when he finally reconnects your mouths he presses his hard into yours, pinning it to the pillow.

"Easy," He grunts, hips relentlessly driving his cock into your core, "Easy, baby. I know you need it, I've got you."

"More," You beg, the only word that comes to mind as you claw at Anakin's tan biceps, etching red marks into them that you know he'll proudly flaunt later, "Daddy, more- please!"

He chuckles deeply against your mouth, tongue flicking at your upper lip, "Quite the change of tune, huh angel? I thought it was too much."

"No!" You gasp, "It's-" It is too much. It's too much, it's just enough, it's not enough all at once, and you arch yourself so that his cock hits a spot deep within you with a lewd squelch, one that has you writhing and Anakin swearing. "It's good! More, I need more!"

His hands, previously holding his weight over you, separate now, one staying where it is while the other jerks for your clit. He finds it with ease, one of his favorite things about you, and he grinds the pad of his thumb against it to induce shaking in your thighs.

The scream you let out is pornographic, and so are your babbles, "Please, Ani, I- ah! I want you, keep- keep doing that please, I-!"

He silences you with his mouth, cock now pounding against the same spot inside of you over and over again, each thrust bottoming out as the lewd slap of skin-on-skin makes itself known in the room. He reclaims your lips with a mild snarl, the sound gruff and ragged from his throat.

"Greedy," He spits like an insult, letting the word pool on your tongue with some of his own saliva, "Aren't you, baby? You want my mouth, my fingers, my cock," He lists, nipping at your bottom lip until it smarts, "My tongue? You want my tongue, baby, cleaning you up after I cum inside you?"

"Oh, Anakin, please!" You gush, your legs raising to wrap tightly around his back, ankles crossed there to lock him in place. It nestles him impossibly deeper inside of you, his thrusts hard-hitting and accurate without fail. He's memorized every inch of your body, and he's eager to show off his skill at taking you apart.

"Please cum, daddy, please," You beg, kissing eagerly at his mouth. He chuckles again, darker this time, as he lets you mouth at him.

"My cum, too?" He asks, taunting you with the way he now refuses to reciprocate a kiss. His words are garbled as you kiss them off of his lips but you understand them, cunt clenching around him as a whimper escapes your throat.

"Yes- Please, yes!" You cry, "Cum, please- please, Anakin, cum!"

"Greedy girl," He chastises, but he wouldn't be able to withhold your request if he tried, due to the sporadic but persistent clenching of your cunt, as well as the desperation that oozes from you when you lick at his mouth, "You want my cum, baby?"

"Yes!" You cry, tears beading in the corners of your eyes, half due to frustration and half due to overwhelming pleasure as he continues bullying your clit with his large thumb, "Yes, I want- I need your cum, daddy!"

"Take it," He grunts, his cock twitching before spurting hot, thick waves of cum into your cunt. He doesn't stop jackhammering into you the entire time, but you're already slick from your first orgasm, and the abundance of wetness gushes out obscenely over the bedsheets below your ass. You feel it trickle down your thighs and cry out as the sensation spurs on your own orgasm, and you're sure you've never felt bliss like cumming in unison with Anakin.

Your orgasm is intense. More stimulation than you've ever felt in your life, and the second in a row, your ears ring slightly as your vision blurs. All you see is the caramel color of Anakin's hair, and his intense gaze as he fights the urge to squeeze his eyes shut as he cums. He wants to watch you, to watch the way your own eyes shut, and see the way that his cock tears you apart. He studies you as you writhe, and only when your cunt spasms in shock around his dick does he slow himself and withdraw it.

His muscles are tired, but not spent. He lowers himself carefully onto the mattress beside you, eyes not once leaving your face as you struggle coming down from your high.

"Anakin," You whisper, the loudest you can manage, "Ani- please, can you-"

"I've got you," He murmurs, somehow able to read your mind as he pulls you into his embrace, sweat tacking up his skin as it sticks to your own. He kisses you softer this time, but still eager, careful to avoid leaning his thigh where it would bump against your spent cunt.

"That was good," You whimper, "Great- I- I was nervous that it was gonna be too much, but it was great."

"Good,' He croons, his nose brushing yours as he makes no further attempt to kiss you, but doesn't move his face away either. You're laying mouth-to-mouth, bodies and brains recovering from the static haze that had so recently overtaken them.

"I love you," Anakin pledges, for the feel of your skin stuck to his own, for the way that your body had sucked him into you and begged for more, for the way that you'd kissed at his mouth like you were pleading for him to reciprocate, for the way you'd let him tear you to pieces, for the way you're letting him stick you back together now. His hand strokes gently over your stomach and you breathe out, pushing it into his touch. His words are earnest and heartfelt, and you let your eyes flutter shut as they sweeten the atmosphere.

"I love you too," You breathe, lips brushing his relentlessly. He wants to lick the words out of your mouth again, to drink them straight out of your throat, but you need to rest, and he wants to soak you in while you do. So he pulls you impossibly closer, cushioning your head on his strong bicep, and lets you breathe against his lips as sleep threatens to drag your eyelids down.

"Rest," He hums softly, his voice barely above a grating whisper, "I'll clean you up."

"Thanks, Ani," You can't even muster the energy to smile, and your eyes don't wrench themselves back open when they shut this time. He breathes in tandem with you, your chests rising and falling in unison.

He waits, watching your chest slow from its rapid rhythm and ease into a gentler one. Your muscles, tired from strain, soften out under his fingers, and he grants you the rest you need to recover. After all, he'd promised to clean you up, and you'd begged for his tongue only minutes earlier. He'll let you sleep, with your thighs squeezed tightly shut to keep his cum safely in your warm cunt, then he'll keep his word and clean up the mess you'd both made.

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beababoobies · 11 months ago

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Hey, could you please do an angel dust x emo reader?

I am going to be using NB!reader for this but please do know I’m quite aware Angel is gay! He is canonically gay and I think that’s cool yippers ok lesgo 🙏🙏 by Emo I wasn’t sure exactly what you meant so I went with like an angry moody bitch with a 2000s MySpace Emo sort of aesthetic. If you want something diff feel free to re-request and specify! Thatz it :3 </3 (also Emo community please don’t attack me you guys are so cool I’m scared of you. I know corpse paint is gothic I swear please you guys are so cool).

Corpse Paint

Angel Dusk X Emo!NB!Reader

words : 1k , warning for mentions of sexual trauma!

You had been staying in this fucking hotel for months. Did it suck ass? Yes. Did you kind of maybe despise half the people here? Oh, absolutely. But - free place to crash, and it’s not like you were doing much with your days anyways, so the “rehabilitation” excersizes only got positivity-toxic half the time. Plus, Charlie let you skip out on them. Her little girlfriend didn’t though, so you were usually there dejectedly. Not anything worse than your highschool experience.

But you also had Angel. Anthony. Whatever he let you call him depending on the day. And he was half the reason you stayed here. The amount of times you’ve crawled into bed with him and cried? You hadn’t cared to keep track of anymore. A long day, night - of shooting scenes, and you gently comforted him while he laid tiredly in bed, rubbing his back until he fell asleep. Plus, you liked his pig. You and fat nuggets would hangout whenever he was gone.

You wouldn’t consider your relationship too romantic, but it was unbelievably supportive. You two didn’t really get intimate, due to his work, he didn’t trust anyone he was intimate with. He told you that that could change, but you reassured him over and over that it didn’t ever have to. You were happy gently comforting him. You were happy drinking with him, you were happy to be around him.

That didn’t mean he was completely touch-adverse, though. You exchanged small pecks on the cheeks, held hands - though not publicly, due to some of his fans obsessive behaviours - cuddled up. Charlie had offered to just let you guys share a room, but you had rejected the idea and shut it down pretty quickly. You loved each other very dearly, but sometimes you just needed space.

Today wasn’t one of those days, though. You, head resting in his lap as he scrolled on his phone, your 2000s MySpace mix playing softly in the background as you looking through a new catalogue of Hell’s Most Edgy with a marker, circling anything you liked, Fat Nuggets sleeping soundly at Angel’s feet, snoring loudly. But adorably.

“I have a favor to ask.” Angel mumbled out nervously. He hated asking for anything. Especially from someone he had already asked so much of. But you just nodded silently, circling a new, shiny pair of black platforms, before looking up at him with a small smile. “‘Sup, Webs?” You asked, tilting your head as you sat up properly.

“I - well, Val wants to do this shoot today, but he wants me to do Corpse paint. I don’t know how to do.. that. So I was wondering if you could help me out?” He asks with a nervous smile, only to watch the smile on your face grow wide, nodding excitedly as you hopped quickly off the bed to run to your room to get your makeup, disturbing a now cranky Fat Nuggets, who oinked at Angel before walking over to his bed to fall back to sleep.

You came back into his room, closing the door quietly behind you, box of white cream foundation and a million sticks of eyeliner and other black makeup pencils, along with some dramatic statement lashes and lash glue, sitting down next to him on the bed on your knees, gesturing for him to sit up with his legs out straight. You straddled him softly, opening your box of makeup.

“So, this feels - kind of gross to put on. Gonna survive that?” You ask with a smile, tilting your head as he nodded with a small chuckle. “I’ve had much worse on my face.” He says with a wink and a smile. “I’ll survive.” He says with a shrug as you brush some of his fluff out of his face, starting to paint the thick white foundering over his pale pink fur, watching him awakward my try to avoid eye contact, hands awkwardly shifting, trying not to touch your thighs.

“You can put your hands on my thighs, it’s okay. I’m not going to initiate anything.” You say reassuringly and watch as one of his pairs of hands rest comfortably on your thighs, the other set holding up a mirror so he can see the work you’re doing. You watch him visibly relax slightly. He always is a little paranoid about people trying to be intimate with him - reasonably so - so you make sure to quietly reassure him in these moments.

It takes a couple thick layers of the face paint to get his Angel stamp of approval, in which you go in with black eye-safe eyeliner for his eyes, coating them in black and following the image he used as reference, making streaks of black run from his eyes. You pierced your lips together as you leaned back to admire your work. “It’s missing something.” You mumble quietly, before peeking up and pulling out a pair of white lashes from your kit, and he smiles. You let him apply them himself, and with some white underliner, it looks perfect.

You give him some black lipstick, too, but that’s about the extent of what he wants. You give him your old lipstick too, because you and him both know he’s gonna need some re-applying. You watch as he walks over to the mirror, admiring your work - a job well done you’re sure - when he smiles at his reflection and the giddy way you smile back at him through your own reflection.

He pulls you up into a big hug and you giggle as he picks you up and spins you around, before you get him to put you down, smiling from ear to ear at how happy he looks with himself and the work you’ve done. His phone buzzes and he sighs, kissing you softly on the head before heading out, not even daring to put his famous sunglasses on and ruin your work.

A new memory that’s keeping you sane in these old hotel walls.

#hazbin angel dust #angel dust #angel dust x reader #angel dust x you #hazbin hotel #hellaverse #hazbin charlie #hazbin vaggie #fat nuggets #my fucking beloved

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noemilivv · 11 months ago

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Hi! Could I request a one shot of Angel x gn reader? After Angel has a bad night with Val he comes back with makeup smeared on his face because of the tears and he feels all dirty and uncomfortable wearing his revealing clothes so his s/o takes care of him and draws a warm bath for him, takes his makeup off and brings him soft, warm and comfortable clothes then cuddles him and holds him until he feels safe enough to fall asleep <33 I love him sm

once again, both of these asks were incredibly similar, so i’m doing both at once!!

i tried to keep this as neutral between platonic and romantic as possible, but it definitely leans a bit more on the platonic side

either way, i hope it’s still enjoyable for all💕

Warnings: Mentions of Abuse, Mentions of Valentino, Swearing, Extremely short :’)

“Ticking Bomb”

Angel Dust x Reader

You sat in Angel’s hotel room playing with Fat Nuggets while waiting for him to get off of work, tonight was movie night! And honestly, you couldn’t be more excited, you and Angel had seen a preview for this new show, and you both were ready to binge the whole thing in one sitting.

Next thing you know, Angel bursts through the door, only to collapse against it, clutching himself closer, sobs echoing from his lips.

You knew exactly what happened, Valentino.

Immediately, you rush over to Angel, crouching down to his level. “Can I hold you?” You ask, your voice shaking, you feel awful that it does, cause this isn’t about you.

Angel’s head perks up, bold, black mascara - or eyeliner - you can’t tell, is dripping down his face, his wails bouncing off of the walls of the room, unable to control his voice enough to give you an answer, he was like a ticking bomb, waiting to explode.

“I need words.” You say softly, Angel wipes his face, before hiccuping a small, “Yes…”

You take him in your arms, cradling him, shushing his sobs as they slowly subside. “How about this? I’ll go start you up a bath, and then you can just let everything go, okay?”

Angel nodded, his body still shaking, “O-Okay…”

Quickly, you headed over to Angel’s bathroom that was attached to his hotel room, you scrambled through his pink bin of bath products before finding a nice bubbly, pink soap and a baby purple bath bomb.

You put both of them in, the water turned a nice lava pink, you lit a few candles, and turned off the lights, closing the door behind you, only leaving a crack open, “It’s ready for you, Ange, I’ll be waiting out here.” You said with a soft smile, as he entered the bathroom.

After about twenty minutes, Angel was done, you helped him take off any extra makeup that was left, as well as helping with additional skincare.

Now, you both lay in bed, Angel laying on top of you, for once his head was in your chest, and not the other way around.

You combed your hand through his hair, his snores falling off his lips, and eventually, yours did too…

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alwaysanundertone · 4 months ago

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PB&J | Sirius Black x fem! reader

fluff / comfort

TW: ED MENTIONED! negative self talk, body dysmorphia, mention of skipping meals.

Please, take care of yourself. If you find this content triggering, DO NOT READ THIS. I love you 💜

part 1

This is gonna be a series of stand-alones with the same characters, so stay tuned

You were in front of your mirror, it felt like you’ve been there for hours, looking at every little imperfection: your shoulders were too wide, your arms too bulky, your stomach wasn’t flat, and your waist wasn’t the size of a necklace. The thing you hated the most, though? Your thighs. Every time they touched, you couldn’t help but cringe, reminding you that you weren’t dainty like you wanted to be. You’ve never been the skinny friend, and probably never will.

The worst part was that nobody seemed to notice your sadness, nor the constant change of your eating habits, because you always seemed to be so confidence, to love yourself, but you didn’t: you despised your figure. The fact that none of your friends ever asked you if you were fine was something you had to get used to, no matter how much you hurt, you knew no one would ever be there to talk you out of it, so you had to rely on yourself.

You took a deep breath. You hated this. You hated how sometimes you lost hope, thinking you would never be able to feel good about yourself. As always, after analysing your figure for several minutes, came the anxiety: you started to feel like your skin was itching, begging to be tore apart, and there was nothing you could do about it. It felt like your body was asking you to cut your skin open and remove all of the fat from your body, leaving nothing but bones.

You slowly sat down, your back now pressed again the hard and cold surface, trying desperately not to sob out loud, feeling pathetic. Your breath became laboured, and you knew that the anxiety attack was about to come down.

Suddenly, you heard a knock on the door. “Y/N? Did you forget about our study date?”

You wanted to slap yourself, hard. How could you have forgotten about this? You’ve yearned for some alone time with Sirius Black since you first laid eyes on him, and now you were looking like a rat, your eyes red and puffy, hair dishevelled, wearing a hoodie and leggings.

Great. Just great, who doesn’t want to have spend some quality time with their crush looking awful?

“Y/N? Are you okay?” His voice had a slight edge to it, like he was concerned. You must be daydreaming; Sirius Black couldn’t possibly be concerned about you, no one had ever been.

“Yeah” You cringed at how your voice sounded. “Yeah, I’m just not feeling well, you know?”

You heard him chuckle. “I call bullshit, angel. I saw you in the Great Hall earlier, and, by the way, I saw you didn’t eat at all, so I brought you some snacks” You widened your eyes, he noticed that? “Now that we’ve established that you are not sick, could you let me in? If you don’t, I’ll have to resort to more… unethical methods”

You ran to the door, opening it. As soon as you saw the long-haired guy, your breath got stuck in your throat: he was leaning against the doorframe, sporting a manbun, some of his curls escaping the hair tie and falling gracefully on his face. His leather jacket was open, showing a Radiohead t-shirt, you felt weak.

His reaction wasn’t the same as yours, quite the opposite: when he acknowledge your red, puffy eyes and the tear streaks of mascara that adorned your cheeks, his joyful expression turned into a worried one.

“Love, what happened? Are you hurt?” The distraction Sirius’s appearance provided ceased to function, now you were back in the black hole that occupied your mind. Still, you couldn’t tell this to Sirius, you weren’t even friends.

“Yes, yes, it’s the pollen, you know”

“Darling, it’s the 20th of December…” His eyes softened a bit.

Damn. “I meant the dust, sorry. Anyways, we should be getting started, come” You sat at your desk, inviting him to sit next to you.

He opened the bag. “Listen, I didn’t know what you’d fancy as a snack, so I brought a bit of everything. There’s some toast, could make you a PB and jelly if you’d like, mine are the best” He winked at you. “But I also have some chips if you want something savoury, oh and I also have some chicken and potatoes if you’re hungry”

“I… I’m not, but thanks for bringing me food, it’s a shame it will go to waste”

He frowned. “You’ve been skipping what, like three meals in a row? You must be hungry, frankly I wanted to step in and hand feed you at lunch, but I figured you would have been embarrassed, so I stopped myself, but now you have to east something”

You frowned. “I swear, I’m not-“As you were about to finish your sentence, your stomach growled violently, Sirius shotting you a pointed look.

“So, sweet or savoury?”

You wanted to scream, but you couldn’t, not wanting to leave a bad impression on your crush. “Sweet.”

He seemed way to happy about it. “Perfect, so I get to make you my specialty, I swear you will be addicted to it”

As you took a bite out of the damned sandwich, you realized that it was good, and not just because he was the one to make it: you had to stop yourself from moaning slightly, having something to eat after such a long fast was definitely a heaven-like experience. Under his close scrutiny, you finished up your snack, then getting started on your work.

#sirius black #sirius black fluff #sirius x reader #sirius black x you #sirius black fanfiction #marauders #marauders era #fluff #comfort

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things-arent-what-they-seem66 · 2 months ago

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Adam vs Mammon

Based on the rp blog @fanofstuff01

Adam: Do I have to go to this meeting? You always complain about how boring and what a waste of time they are.

Lucifer: Well, as Hell's newest King it's only a matter of time before you'd meet all the sins anyway. Might as well get it out of the way before Sinsmas.

Adam and Lucifer were currently riding in the limo down to the other side of Pride where the Sins meeting was going to take place. Since recently getting married and with twins on the way it was important that Adam get well acquainted with the sins.

But that also meant dealing with that loud mouth Mammon.

Adam: Yeah I guess so.

He placed his hand on his belly and gently rubbed they were so excited to be having kids together at long last.

They pulled up to the building and got out of the limo, Luicfer helped Adam out and they went inside. They sat on the thrones at the high end of the table. Since Adam was crowned King now he had to start attending these meetings at least before the twins came.

Adam sat beside Lucifer holding his hand and the other on his belly. It was like the damn thing grew overnight. He's four months or 17 weeks along.

The sins started to pile into the room and Adam tried not to give Mammon the stink eye. Fucking fat bastard thinks he can just step on Lucifer like he's a bug under his god damned shoe? At least Satan apologized when he broke Lucifer's thumb accidentally.

Lucifer: Good, everyone is here so-

Mammon: Why the fuck is he here?

Lucifer clenched his jaw, they haven't even been here five minutes and already this shit show was acting up. Adam glared at him.

Lucifer: Don't start. Adam is here to-

Mammon: To be an eye sore? Because honestly Lu you-

Adam didn't hear the rest of what he said because his temper flared, something hot inside his core ignited and it wanted out. It wanted out now.

Adam slammed both hands on the table, he felt like a man possessed as he stared down the sin of Greed on the other end of the meeting table.

Adam: The only eye sore in this room is you, you fat ugly piece of Christmas jester garbage. STOP interrupting him!

Luicfer's eyes went wide, what the Hell had gotten into Adam? Sure Mammon was a rude sack of shit but Lucifer could handle him. This little outburst where the other sins were stunned, made Mammon burst out laughing.

Mammon: Oh please!

He got up from his seat and circled the table until he was right by Adam, Lucifer was ready to snap him in half in case he tried anything. Mammon stuck his finger out pointing at Adam..

Mammon: Really Lu? This? You really ought to get your bitch in lin- INE!!

Adam felt that heat only got stronger and he grabbed Mammons finger and with strength he didn't know he possessed, snapped his pointer finger like a twing. He shoved the sin of Greed so hard he landed on his fat ass making the meeting room quake.

Lucifer: .... Adam?

He peered around to look at his husband and was shocked to see his eyes were wholly red, no other color there. His face pinched in a snarl as he glared at Mammon.

Mammon: Why you little bitch!!

He got up and was about to charge at Adam, but Adam held out his hand and in a burst of Hell's flame his guitar axe appeared and he used it to smack Mammon directly in the face making him stumble back before Adam came down and embedded it into Mammons foot.

Step on his fucking husband.

Mammon howled in pain, that shouldn't hurt!? What the fuck?

Mammon: The fuck is that made of angelic steel!?

Adam: Yes actually.

He twisted the blade more, black blood pooled and gushed onto the floor.

Adam: Or did you forget who the fuck I am? I was a commander for a fucking reason you cunt, so I suggest you sit down, stop interrupting my fucking husband or the next place this axe will go is in your fucking skull!!

That last part came out more demonic, flames escaped Adams mouth and the lights flickered.

Mammon actually looked nervous.

Lucifer went over and placed a hand on Adams shoulder, which made Adam relax.

Lucifer: I think he's had enough for now, Addie.

Adam blinked, his eyes going back to that beautiful golden shade Lucifer loved so much. He turned and pulled his guitar out of Mammons foot. Lucifer guided Adam back to his seat as Mammon limped away to his own.

He kept an arm around Adams waist for the rest of the meeting, more so to keep his husband in place. And to feel his lovely curves.

Lucifer: Anyone else? No? Good, let's get this meeting underway.

#adamsapple #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer x adam #guitarduck #adam x lucifer

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chaotic-fandom-writer · 6 months ago

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Adam x Reader P.6 (Hazbin Hotel)

Warnings: Heavy cursing, violence, adult themes

Chapters I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VII

You

"Alright Adam, if you're coming in with me, you need to follow a couple of rules."

Adam rolls his eyes, letting out a long, dramatic sigh. "Rules? Aren't we supposed to be in Hell?"

"Yes, Adam, but you're notorious for trying to kill me and my friends, and for being a huge dick to them." He opens his mouth to reply, but you a finger up in his face, silencing him.

"Rule #1 - no trying to kill my friends. Or harm them in any way."

"Lame."

"Rule #2 - keep that fat fucking mouth of yours shut." Adam exaggerates a gasp at this. "Well aren't you a rude bitch?"

"Rule - #3," you continue on, ignoring him, "you do what I say, when I say it, nothing more, nothing less. Do you understand me?"

Adam chuckles. "What are you, my mom?" You glare at him.

"Adam. Do you understand me?"

He sighs again. "Fine, yes, whatever, can we just get a move on please?"

You stay still, looking him in the eyes. You can see him visibly soften. He reaches for your hand, but you flinch away. "I promise I'll behave. Okay?"

Put off by the sudden change in demeanor, you nod, the two of you walk up the steps, and you knock on the door.

It's answered by Angel Dust, who looks uninterested initally, but then he sees you, and then his eyes land on Adam. His jaw drops, and all he can manage to say is -

"Ho-ly shit-"

"What? What's wrong?" You can hear Charlie's voice call out from behind him. The doors swing fully open as the whole group crowds around, curious to know what Angel was yelling about.

Everyone's eyes go wide at the sight, and nobody speaks for a second.

You can see tears flooding in Charlie's eyes. "(Y/N)?"

You see the confusion flicker across Husk's face. "And.."

And the anger on Vaggie's. "Adam?"

Then you notice Alastor. He was standing behind the crowd a-ways at first, but at the mention of Adam's name, you see him perk up, his gaze snapping in your direction.

Suddenly, he's not behind the crowd anymore, but in front of them. Something dangerous flickers across his face, something violent.

"Alastor, wait, please let me-"

"Sorry dear, I'm not interested in chatter. I have unfinished business with Adam, here."

His eyes never leave Adam's, but Adam glaces at you, unsure of what to do at first.

He puts his hands up awkwardly. "Hey man, look, we aren't here for-"

Suddenly, a black tendril comes shooting from Alastor, knocking Adam several feet away. He lands on his back with a loud grunt.

You gasp. "Adam!"

Then you feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn to see Charlie looking at you, her expression clearly conflicted, as she was happy to see you alive, but weary of Adam being with you.

"(Y/N).. I'm so happy you're okay, but.. why is he with you?"

"Charlie..." You trail off, glancing behind you at the sound of more crashing. You see Alastor throwing Adam around like a ragdoll, but Adam does nothing in retaliation.

You feel your body begin to surge forward, but the hand on your shoulder gives you a gentle, but firm tug.

"When we opened the door just now, my first thought was, maybe Adam brought you here against your will. Maybe he had you capitve, and he was using you to bring us down.

But then, watching you just now, seeing how you obviously want to protect him.."

Charlie closes her eyes and takes a shaky breath, pulling her hand away from you and standing taller.

She opens her eyes. "I can't allow you to be here if he's with you. He's a danger to us all, and you know I care about you so much, but I have so many others here to protect too."

"Charlie, listen to me, please. I know why you feel that way, and trust me, I absolutely despise him still. He isn't the one who killed me but he's the fucking reason I ended up in that damned place."

Vaggie is the one who steps forward next. "Then why did you bring him here?"

"Because we had no choice, okay? Heaven wanted to erase all of my memories, shortly before kicking me back down to Hell. They didn't want me spreading knowledge that sinners can be redeemed."

Charlie gasps, a hand covering her mouth.

Your conversation is cut short by Adam crashing into the building just above the door. He collapses on the pavement, and you rush to his side, dropping to your knees.

"Adam! Adam, are you okay?"

He coughs, giving his best sarcastic smirk. "Oh yeah, never better."

You look up to see Alastor looming over the two of you.

"Now, (Y/N), I'd rather I didn't have to hurt you, given your relationship with everyone at the hotel and all, but.."

His smile grows wider, saliva dripping down his chin and onto his suit jacket.

"I will if I have to."

Charlie and Vaggie come in between you two, facing Alastor. Charlie raises her hands. "Alastor, stop!"

"Why should I? I'm simply settling something I should have taken care of long ago."

"Because, dumbass," Vaggie speaks up, "They have some information from Heaven that you're going to want to hear."

Once everyone had managed to calm down, you all sat circled in the common area.

Everyone sat on one side of the room, clearly avoiding going near Adam. You and Adam sat together on a separate couch, and you worked on cleaning up his wounds. He looked uncomfortable with it, but nobody else was exactly volunteering to help him.

You had gone through the entire story with everybody from start to finish, explaining why the two of you had no choice but to flee to Hell together.

Finally, after a pause of silence, Adam speaks up.

"Guys.. that's not all I have to tell you."

You cock your head to the side, confused. "What else is there Adam?"

He swallows visibily, and you can suddenly feel the extra layer of tension pile on like a wool blanket in the winter snow.

"..Adam? What else?"

He avoids your gaze for a moment, staring down at his hands, fiddling with his fingers.

Finally, he looks up at you, and pulls a file from underneath his robe.

"I managed to take this before that meeting Sera had.. actually, stealing this was how I found out about that meeting in the first place.

You told me you wouldn't believe what I had to say without proof, and I told you I would prove it. So, here it is."

He shakily hands you the file. You furrow your brows and look up at him, but he refuses to make eye contact with you. You briefly glance around the room, and Charlie gives you a small, but encouraging nod.

You take the file, quickly opening it and scanning over it. The first thing you notice is Sera's official, magical seal stamped at the bottom of the page.

Okay.. so this is real.

You read over the contents of the page..

And your head snaps upwards, eyes going big, staring directly at Adam.

"I.. Adam.. you.."

He swallows again, nodding at you before turning to the rest of the room.

"It's true, (Y/N)..

Your name.. your real name, is Eve. You were my second wife."

Everyone in the room gasps. Charlie leaps to her feet. "(Y/N), please let me see that file."

You hand it to Charlie, your hand shaking violently, eyes still round with shock.

She scans over it herself before passing it to Vaggie, who then passes it around the room.

Another uncomfortable silence settles over the room after everybody finishes reading.

"So.." Angel speaks up, "You have the power of reincarnation, huh? That's pretty cool."

Adam replies for you. "She wasn't able to use it to it's full ability with her memory erased, but with the file we took, she can get that all back."

He picks the papers up, flipping through to the end. Fused to the page sits a small, round cracker. He picks it up and holds it out to you. "Eat this."

You raise an eyebrow. "A jesus cracker is the way to get my memories back?"

He rolls his eyes. "Don't be a sarcastic bitch okay? Just eat it."

You roll your eyes back, taking the cracker and placing it on your tongue. At first, you feel nothing, and start to get angry, thinking Adam must've pulled some shitty joke on you.

Then, all at once, it all floods back to you.

You feel your body fall back against your will, your limbs going numb, unable to move.

You can hear people shouting around you, the concerned cries of your friends, but all their voices fade to a blur as the memories come rushing in.

Suddenly, your ears begin to ring, and your vision goes black.

And then you lose total conciousness.

You wake a while later. When you first open your eyes, all you see is darkness. It takes a second to adjust, but you quickly realize you're in one of the hotel bedrooms.

You sit up fast, a little too fast, and your head throbs.

Your hand flies to your forehead, cradling it as you squeeze your eyes shut.

You take a moment to process all of the new information swimming around in your brain.

And once you remember, really remember..

You feel your blood boil.

Storming out of the room and down the stairs, you find everybody still lounging around, still awkwardly avoiding Adam, who sat in the center of the room.

Adam, you thought. My 'husband.'

You walk directly up to him.

Everyone turns to you, shocked to see you finally awake, but you completely tune them out. You march straight up to him, and he nervously looks up as you approach.

"(Y/N).. so.. you remember?" He asks quietly.

"Oh, I remember." You smile. "But hey, Adam. Could you do me a favor?"

"What is it?"

"Take off your mask."

His eyes go wide, looking around the room as everybody watches. "I'm not sure I feel comfortable right now, okay?"

"Adam.

Take off.

Your mask."

He looks around again, then slowly lifts his hands to his mask.

He removes it, and you see his face again.

That face you remember clear as day, now.

You smile again.

Then suddenly, you swing your right fist into his face as hard as you can fucking manage, your knuckles making direct contact with his jaw bone.

He flies backwards, falling flat on his ass.

"Ow. OW! What the fuck, (Y/N)?" He shouts, cradling his jaw. Then, more quietly, he whimpers, "Why does she keep punching my jaw?"

You feel hot tears building up in your eyes. "That's for letting them erase my memories, motherfucker!"

He blinks, his brows furrowing. "(Y/N), if you remember everything, then you remember I had no choice."

"Oh yeah, Adam. I definitely remember how hard you did not fight for me."

He scoffs. "What the fuck was I supposed to do? You accepted the forbidden fruit. That was you, not me."

"I was still your wife, Adam! You were still supposed to protect me."

A look of hurt crosses his face, before he quickly replaces it with anger. "Well, maybe, if my dear wife didn't decide to listen to fucking Lucifer, I would have been able to protect her!" He yells, his voice raising louder and louder.

Husk attempts to speak up. "Uh, hey guys.."

You ignore him, shouting louder than Adam. "Maybe I listened to Lucifer because maybe he treated me like a fucking person, and not some item to possess!"

Adam flinches. "I was proud to have you as my wife. That's a crime now?"

Your tears roll freely now, dripping down your chin and onto your clothes. You ignore them, you ignore everyone surrounding the two of you, your focus completely on Adam.

With your memories back, that also meant all the hurt was back. The pain, the betrayal you felt when you had your memories erased.

"I looked at you the entire time, Adam. I watched you the entire time they broke in. When they drug me out of our home. When they held me down, when Sera performed the ritual.

I watched you the entire time. I watched, because I believed my husband would save me. And if he couldn't I believed he'd fight."

Your words are cut off by the choked sobs that escape your throat. You swallow them down, willing yourself to continue.

"Instead of seeing you fight for me, I watched as my husband stood by and let them completely erase my mind. And then you stood by and watched as they sent me down to hell. Or, should I say what really happened?"

Adam shakes his head. "(Y/N).."

"No, they didn't send me to Hell on purpose." You continued. "Their ritual went wrong, and it fucking killed me, and you watched it happen."

Adam steps forward, trying to reach out for you, but you jump back as quickly as you can. "Don't fucking touch me Adam."

Brows knit together in frustration, he pulls back from you.

"I didn't want any of that to happen, (Y/N), but if I fought, what if they erased my memories too? Got me killed, too? I would've ended up in Hell with you."

You turn, suddenly unable to hold your anger down any longer. You scream at him.

"Then at least we would have still been together! We could've met again! I could have found you! But you fucking abandoned me, Adam."

He opens his mouth to respond, but Charlie steps in between you two, bringing you back to reality.

"You guys.. I'm sorry, but maybe this should wait until you're in private." She puts a hand on your shoulder, giving you a look of pity.

"We just, don't want to make any mistakes out of anger, right?"

You stare directly at Adam.

"The only mistake I ever made, was loving a man like you, and trusting you to protect me."

You turn away, not wanting to see the hurt in his eyes at this, and run up the stairs.

You slam your bedroom door, locking it, and collapse into your bed.

Exhausted, you cry until you fade into a deep slumber.

Part 7 out now!

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