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rose-of-oz · 2 years ago

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: ̗̀➛ OC SCENE DUMP: Dot Watanabe (The A-Team 2010)

(A/N: Please note that these aren’t in any particular order or meant to be part of any fic, I just thought they’d be fun. Hope you guys enjoy!!)

“So,” the creep practically purred, and Dot’s battle with the urge to aim a kick where the sun didn’t shine tilted towards the losing side. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing out on the range so early? Trying to figure out how to work that gun?”

Oh, clearly this guy had no idea who he was talking to. A perfect opportunity for Dot to have some fun with him.

Instead of answering right away, Dot fixed the creepy captain with her sweetest smile, the one that Face always joked could give someone diabetes if they so much as looked at it. Then, only breaking eye contact to give the quickest glance over her shoulder, she looked back at the guy and twisted her arm back so that her gun was pointing behind her, towards the target.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.

Dot didn’t have to look to know whether her shots had landed or not; she knew her own abilities well, and the captain’s utterly shocked expression was all the proof she needed. Still, she couldn’t resist sneaking a look over her shoulder, and a smug grin overtook her face when she saw the result.

Five perfect bullseyes, directly in the center of the target.

Reverting back to her sickly sweet smile, she turned back to the creepy man and spoke, affecting a mockingly high, damsel-in-distress-like tone. “Oh, yes, it’s so hard to learn how to shoot properly. I sure hope a pretty little thing like me never actually needs to use a gun, because I’ll be completely helpless. It’s not as if I’m one of the best snipers in the US military or anything.”

And then she gently pushed the gun into the hand of the captain, who was still standing frozen and shocked, wished him luck with his shooting practice, and headed back towards her quarters, knowing how much of a laugh this would get out of Hannibal.

***************

“Of course he’s sending in Dot,” Face grumbled, gesturing harshly towards her. “She’ll win this guy over in two seconds flat, she’s too cute not to.”

“Watch it, Faceman,” Murdock warned from the couch, clearly teasing. “That’s my cutiepie you’re talking about there.”

“Not like that!” Face insisted hotly. “I just mean, like, she’s got that sweet face and that smile that makes you feel like you can tell her anything. He’ll trust her, because she gives off this vibe of kindness and understanding that most people can’t resist.”

“Aw, Facey,” Dot teased, giving the man a shit-eating grin. “Do you feel like you can trust me?”

Face rolled his eyes and gestured hard at her. “See, look at her. She knows what those doe eyes can do to people.”

Dot giggled, flipping some hair over her shoulder and fluttering her eyelashes in an exaggerated manner. “It’s a talent, what can I say?”

***************

“I’m asexual.”

“I’m ace.”

It took a few seconds for Dot to register exactly what Murdock had said, but once she did, her eyes flew back open and she regarded her boyfriend the exact same way he was regarding her - eyes blown wide, mouth hung open in shock at the confession they’d both just made.

For almost two solid minutes afterwards, Dot and Murdock just sat there, gaping at each other in surprise and borderline wonder. Then a massive grin suddenly overtook Murdock’s face, and he burst into peals of cackling laughter.

Dot’s first instinct was to smack his arm and scold him, because her coming out was not funny even if he’d come out at the exact same time, but his laughter was just too damn contagious, and really this whole thing was kind of amusing. Eventually she started giggling too, leaning into Murdock as her whole body began to tremble with the force of it.

“It isn’t funny,” she mumbled into the pilot’s shoulder once both sets of laughter had died down. “I mean, at least neither of us have to worry about hurting the other person’s feelings if we don’t want to have sex, but it’s not amusing.”

“Like hell it ain’t,” Murdock responded cheerfully, moving the arm Dot had been leaning on so that it was wrapped around her shoulders. “God, who coulda guessed that we’d both turn out to be garlic bread-lovers?”

Dot blinked, needing a second to process what her boyfriend had just said, before pulling away from Murdock to give him a look that was equal parts fond and confused. “Did you just… refer to asexuals by using a meme?”

***************

“He lit my arm on fire!” Face exclaimed, gesturing harshly to the scorch marks on his sleeve and staring at Hannibal with an intensely indignant expression.

Dot couldn’t help it; her face broke out in a shit-eating grin. “I like him already.”

***************

“Ten seconds,” Hannibal intoned through the earpiece, and now Dot could hear them, the heavy footsteps about to round the corner and catch her and Murdock doing something they were definitely not supposed to be doing. Practically growling with frustration, she gave the door lock one last angry yank, but it didn’t budge any more than it had any of the other times.

Letting out a string of swear words under her breath, she straightened up and whipped back around to face Murdock just as Hannibal informed them that they only had five seconds left.

“You’re gonna have to make it look like you’re making out with me in a few seconds,” she informed him, and before Murdock could utter so much as a confused “huh?” Dot twisted her arm behind her back, yanked the zipper all the way down, grabbed Murdock by the lapels of his suit, and yanked him towards her, slamming their lips together and guiding his hands to the small of her back as she pressed her back up against the wall.

For the first instant, Murdock simply stood there with cartoonishly wide eyes as Dot moved her lips against his, his entire body stiff, and Dot felt a sharp stab of fear slice through her gut as the guards finally turned the corner, terrified that they would notice how forced this kiss was and realize what they were really here for. But Murdock must have seen the guards out of the corner of his eye and realized what Dot was trying to do, because it only took a moment for him to relax into the kiss, his eyes fluttering shut and his own lips (which were much softer than Dot had anticipated) beginning to move against hers.

Against her better judgement, Dot forced her own eyes to close, trying her best to seem like she was too caught up in this makeout session to notice or care that a couple of armed guards were now in the hallway with them.

But as Murdock’s gentle hands began to roam over the bare skin on her back and he pressed further into the kiss, his forehead coming to touch hers, that turned out to be a lot easier than Dot had anticipated. Murdock’s lips felt so nice against hers, those calloused fingers of his so light as they danced over her skin, that before long the world began to buzz and fade around her, a bright warmth blossoming in her chest and drowning out everything that wasn’t the cool wood of the wall against her back and Murdock’s soft, beautiful lips on hers.

For all the bragging Face did about being the world’s best kisser, Dot found herself thinking, she was pretty positive he had nothing on the A-Team’s pilot. She would be perfectly fine if she never had to stop kissing Murdock, never had to come up for air, never had to leave this aura of lovely warmth that was making her and Murdock the only two people in the universe.

Eventually, though, the sound of retreating footsteps snapped her back to reality, the feeling like a splash of icy water cancelling out the effects of Murdock’s kisses. Her eyes jerked open to see the guards turning back around the corner, apparently determining that the pair of lust-stricken partygoers they thought that had seen were no threat to any of the dirty little secrets this mansion held.

Realizing her lungs had begun to ache from depriving herself of air for so long, Dot pulled away from Murdock the second the guards were fully out of view, fighting back a wince at the distinct wet smacking sound their lips made as they were pulled apart. For a second, Murdock’s lips still followed her, the pilot leaning forward slightly as if hoping to recapture her mouth, but then he seemed to remember himself and straightened back up, looking faintly embarrassed.

There was a solid minute of silence where the two of them just stared at each other, faces heavily flushed and chests heaving, both looking like deer in headlights and both unsure how to react to what had just happened. The air between them suddenly felt very tense fragile, like one wrong word could shatter this whole situation and ruin everything.

Thankfully (or was Dot really thankful for it? She couldn’t tell), Hannibal’s voice came back over their earpieces, saving them from having to break the silence on their own.

“Murdock? Dot? What’s happening? Everything okay?”

Finally dragging her eyes away from Murdock’s face, Dot turned back to the locked door and reached up to press her earpiece with a shaking hand, flapping her other hand by her side a few times to calm herself down.

“Yeah, we’re okay,” she told Hannibal in a voice that fought not to shake, as Dot tried to will herself back into the Deadeye mode she’d been knocked out of my the kiss. “Guards didn’t even notice us. Everything’s fine.”

But she didn’t think it was, not now. And she wasn’t sure how it could ever be again, now that she knew what kissing Murdock felt like. Now that she desperately wanted to do it again.

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“I’m not going back.”

All three men turned to look at her almost in unison, matching expressions of surprise and confusion on their faces.

“What?” Hannibal asked, looking at Dot like she’d grown a second head. “What do you mean?”

Taking a deep breath to brace herself, Dot moved her gaze to her hands, folded on the crappy diner tabletop. She knew what she needed to say and she wasn’t planning on backing down, but she didn’t think she’d be able to make eye contact with any of them, any of these men whom she loved like family and who had always trusted her, while she said it. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to handle it.

“I’m not going back to the Rangers,” she repeated, fighting with herself to speak clearly and not to mumble. She could feel three sets of eyes looking at her curiously, and the weight of their gazes forced her to bunch up her shoulders, curling slightly into herself in an attempt to make herself feel smaller. “I’ll help take down Pike and get the plates back, obviously, and I want my name cleared, but I don’t want to be reinstated.”

“Wh-why?” Face demanded, looking at Dot like he absolutely couldn’t believe what she was saying. “Dot, you’ve been a Ranger since forever, why would you-”

“Exactly,” Dot cut him off emphatically, feeling a burst of fiery courage shoot through her at Face’s inability to understand. She knew logically that it wasn’t his fault, that he couldn’t understand her experiences and what it had been like for her, but she couldn’t help it, it pissed her off. “I’ve been a Ranger pretty much since the moment I turned eighteen, and the only reason anyone acknowledged me at all was because I could outshoot everyone. Do you really think anyone would’ve cared about an autistic Asian woman in the military if I wasn’t more talented than everyone else?”

“Dot,” Hannibal said gently, and she hated how clear it was that was trying to tread lightly, like she was overreacting and he didn’t want to upset her. “You know none of that has ever mattered to us-”

“Not to you, no,” Dot interrupted, finally jerking her head up to meet the older man’s eyes. He had a cautious look on his face, like for once he wasn’t sure what his next move should be, and there was a fiery part of her that took a grim satisfaction in it, in the story of her struggles being the thing that finally tripped her team leader up. “But to everyone else. And it mattered so goddamn much that I had to fight tooth and nail for every single nod of approval. I had to be ten times better than everyone else just to be respected, and I still wouldn’t have gotten any of my promotions or accolades if you hadn’t been behind me. And I’m grateful for that, Hannibal, I swear to God I am, but you… you don’t get it. Bosco’s the only one who could possibly understand-” She jerked her head towards B.A. beside her. “-and even he doesn’t fully get it, because he’s still an allistic man. None of you can understand how much it sucked to be a person like me in the military, and I don’t want you to understand. I’m glad you don’t understand, that none of you had to go through that. But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t the worst.”

Her hands were shaking on the tabletop now, faintly rattling the spoon resting near them. Face started to reach across the table to lay his hand over hers, trying to comfort her, but Dot yanked her hands away and set them on her lap, balling them into fists. She appreciated him trying to be sweet and make her feel better, but she didn’t think she could handle touch right now.

“So I fought. I followed orders and I practiced my shooting even when I didn’t need to and I trained for hours after everyone else had gone to bed, and I never regretted it, because that’s what let Hannibal know about me in the first place. That’s what got me to being a lieutenant in an elite Ranger team, so I never regretted a second of it. But even after all that work, all the blood, sweat, and tears I put into my military career and making sure no one would ever overlook me again, the higher-ups were willing to discharge us with no proper trial, just because something happened that made them look bad. They didn’t care about everything I gave, about everything all of us gave, just as long as they could cover their asses.”

Heaving in a trembling breath, Dot finally forced herself to look around at the three men sitting around her. All of them were looking at her with the same expression, wide-eyed and soft and sheepish, but she refused to stop talking to reassure them the way she wanted to. She’d been putting the rest of the team before herself for so long; she couldn’t do it anymore.

“So yeah. I’ll help you get the plates back and go after Pike, because I want him dead as much as you do, and I want my name cleared as much as you do. But I refuse to go back to a military that was so willing to abandon me when all I ever gave it was everything.

I’m worth more than that. I know I’m worth more than that. And even if you guys don’t think so… it took me too long to realize that. I won’t go back to an organization that’s just going to take that away again.”

***************

Dot wasn’t exactly sure what possessed her at that moment - maybe it was the fact that Face’s plan had worked and Lynch had been taken down, maybe it was the fact that Murdock had just survived being shot in the head, maybe it was the unfiltered joy rushing through her at the thought that It’s over, we’re free, no more running, we’re okay.

Whatever the reason, though, she cupped Murdock’s face in her hands and kissed him, and this one was much more light and brief and chaste than the sort-of-pretend makeout session they’d had in Morocco but God it was so much better. They were, both of them, filled with adrenaline and sheer happiness, and from the moment their lips touched, Dot swore she saw fireworks. She’d never believed that stupid rom-com cliché, but she supposed she’d been wrong; kissing Murdock now, when it was real and sweet and when she’d been wanting to for so long, she could’ve sworn she saw bright colors exploding behind her closed eyelids, making this whole thing that much more amazing.

After a moment, Dot leaned back on her heels, ignoring Face’s wolf whistle and focusing only on the huge goofy grin spreading across Murdock’s face. She felt an answering grin of her own come across her face, and reached to lace her hand with one of Murdock’s without fully thinking about it.

Her hand in his felt perfectly right.

“Well, Dottie,” Murdock said cheerfully, giving her a shit-eating grin but looking at her like she was the most perfect thing he’d ever seen. “You sure you’re okay gettin’ with a villain like the Joker?”

Letting out a small huff of laughter, Dot leaned in close to Murdock again, lowering her voice to a soft, affectionate whisper. “Hey. Every Joker needs a Harley Quinn, right?”

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detroitbecomeonline · 2 years ago

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Things that *got* me in my first DBH playthrough

1. In the hostage chapter, when Connor takes a hold of the family photo and scans it. His face and demeanour. Amazing.

2. Connor getting shot in the arm and looking up with no expression asjhdjiajkd

3. Connor WALKING AWAY EMOTIONLESS from the girl he just saved.

4. When I walked into Carl’s studio for the first time I teared up at the visual. The curtains opening up were so beautiful.

5. When Alice gets struck by Todd. (Actually, this was a negative Got but I’m adding it to the list.)

6. When Markus didn’t rip out the heart of the woman android in the Veta pit and he does a little defeated fist on her chest as he stands.

7. THE AUDIO PROCESSOR AAAAAAAAAAAAAA I almost CRIED when Markus got his hearing back. It was amazing.

8. The hero shot of Markus standing up in the rain and looking down. Absolutely epic. Kinda slutty but also badass

9. When Markus arrives in Jericho and he has to shake the torch active. I had to shake my mouse whilst holding both clicks, but it felt like I was actually shaking the torch.

10. Similarly, when Markus was in battle at the end of the game, I was fighting a bunch of humans and stuff and the controls were all different, but then I had to kill someone and I kept having to hit A. A. A! A! And it really felt like I was smackin the person down. Just the shift from random keys to a repeating key was brutal.

11. I messed up Kara’s escape from Connor so I chased her across the highway. I LOVED IT ALL. Connor sliding across the hood of a car Got me, as well as Kara yanking Alice back and forth. I was screaming across the highway. (I was streaming my playthrough so---) And then Connor hissing, “Shit.”

12. This quote Got me: “Why did they make you look so goofy and give you that weird voice?” (I didn’t like Hank before this point, but when I heard that, I immediately forgave him because what a PISSER of a line) 13. And then this topped it off: “Well, they fucked up.” (CACKLING, GET ROASTED CONNOR)

14. The scene before the main events of Freedom March where Markus is at the outlook. And there’s a piano. I cried so hard. I played the piano at Carl’s when I started and I thought it was a beautiful throwback.

15. Any time I looked in a mirror as any character. Threw me into a crisis.

16. The emotionless, no-grunting, fighting between my Connor and fake Connor Got me.

17. Wading through the blizzard as Connor at the end of the game Got me.

18. I crossed the river as Kara, but when the control boats started shooting, I knew what would happen if I hid. I hid anyway. I knew it. I think I just knew the trope or storytelling pattern or something, but it was the choice that Got me, not the aftermath.

19. Markus climbing Stratford tower Got me, especially with RISE displayed on the major screen paired with the epic music. UGH yes

20. When Connor fought the red haired Traci and her high heel clacks on the ground when she swing over him. It’s the camera angle and sound. Another trope I think, but I was VIBING hard

21. Connor fighting the two Tracis at once. That was so intense for me. I was like oh SHIT he’s FIGHTING TWO ANDROIDS. He’s one android. I’m thinking at the time damn boy if you were all deskinned you would all be pretty much the same and he’s fighting TWO. And they SLAM him into the wall??? I was Got

22. Also when Connor is fighting red haired Traci and she marches towards him. Camera angle & facial expression. Amazing

23. Connor running for the first time when I’m chasing Kara>>>

24. Markus in the WM400 uniform HOH

25. “You look lost” and then reveal the WR600 HOH sorry but I was stunned---he is My Type of Appearance and his disposition/behaviour---okok, my crush. (Because I was streaming this I also have my voice captured in real-time being weak HAHAHAHA)

26. “Holy shit,” says Hank as AN AMAZING SOUNDTRACK IS PLAYING AND CONNOR IS ON THE TRAIN TOP CHASING AFTER THE DEVIANT AND SNAPS HIS ATTENTION UP---

27. Literally the whole chase in The Nest tbh

28. The Hank and Connor hug at the end

29. The android who was tied to the back of a car because his humans “just wanted to have some fun” Got me

30. The music in The Interrogation

31. Also Connor creeping around in the attic Got me, but only when he ducked a certain way

32. TWENTY-EIGHT STAB WOUNDS

34. The “CONNOR! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” interaction

35. Slapping Hank awake

36. Hank immediately sobering up in the bathtub and being like “What the fuck are you doing here?”

37. Connor teasing Hank about the Eden Club case also Got me

38. When Kara checks the dryer for clothes in the laundromat.

39. “Will we be together forever?” - “Forever.” Not even another option. Got. (I stayed in the car overnight.) And I quote myself from my recording: “...Well, I’ll be together with Alice for as long as she lives. I’m not sticking around a grave when she’s ninety somethin’ years old.”

40. “We’ll be together forever, won’t we Kara?” - Alice in Jericho after I found out she’s an android. MEGA Got, because of my mindset above ^. And I was like oh man yeah forever ;__;;

41. Chloe asking to leave. And I let her.

42. Chloe asking me not to continue, to just leave things as they are for the sake of peace. I accepted, but then I continued after waiting a little bit.

43. The first time I was parkouring with Markus was really noice.

44. In The Nest when Hank is at that stand-up table and the burger guy is like “Don’t leave that thing here” and Hank’s like “Don’t worry it follows me everywhere” and Connor has to walk over to him and on the way there and Hank says “See?” That REALLY Got me.

45. Also in The Nest, when Connor says something along the lines of “Maybe we should go take a look...” and his eyes drift to the side, then snap back onto Hank.

46. In Zlatko’s house when I’m regaining my memory after failing to escape the machine, the corrupted memory I thought was just random letters but after about 4 pieces of info they started to look like words, and that Got me.

47. This wasn’t a Got moment but in ‘Russian Roulette’ I didn’t see the gun until it was my last clue to scan and I was Shook.

47. When I got to choose Hank’s clothes.

48. When I stroke down with my mouse so Markus can take out the circle of glass he cut out from the window in Stratford Tower.

49. The moment before we smash into the CyberLife store, Markus is sitting in the truck and I have to press W. That camera angle switch from W to YEEEEE is amazing.

50. When we approach the crowd as Markus and the crowd splits revealing the kneeling cops. The dead bodies on the way there Got me.

51. “CyberLife’s last chance to save humanity... is itself a deviant.” “I’m... I’m not a deviant.” HOHHHHHHHHHHH

52. The option unlocking for Connor to become deviant.

53. Then Connor starting to tear down his walls. & the soundtrack paired with this moment.

54. Then [ I AM DEVIANT ]

Bonus: I distinctly remember very clearly thinking “oh great another sci-fi game with an average-looking white guy as the protagonist” and I have never been so wrong. The switch of opinion happened so fast. From the elevator to picking up the photo frame was like OOP---

#dbh #detroit become human #dbh playthrough #dbh appreciation post #mine #mydbhbrain

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bb-eilish · 2 years ago

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Such a Brat -2-

pairing; Student!Soobin x Fem!Reader x Student!Yeonjun

warnings; cunnilingus, blowjob, public oral, somnophilia, jealousy, subtle rivalry, love triangle, threesome, kissing, dirty talk, degradation, hard dom!soobin, hard dom! yeonjun, sub! reader, subspace, sneaking around, anal, creampie, double penetration, reader zones out at the end, blackmail, cum eating, unprotected sex, multiple smut scenes, nipple play, spit roast.

A/N: ENJOY!! I LOVE YOU❤️

“Are you good?” You hear from across the table. You probably could’ve played this off better to be honest. Eating quietly and eyeing your bowl wasn’t the smartest idea.

Clearing your throat you say, “Yea i’m just tired, I fell asleep earlier” You hope they don’t prod anymore as you try and look more interested in the conversation. You make eye contact with Soobin but break it quickly, his stare makes you squirm.

“Right, well the market was fun. An old lady hit on Yeonjun” Beomgyu giggles, pulling some noodles out of his bowl.

“She wasn’t old, just…middle aged thank you very much”. You giggle at his weak defense, slurping your noodles after. “Don’t be mad you don’t get any” Yeonjun pokes, Beomgyu places a hand over his chest in faux offense and gapes at him. “How dare you, your mom and I are doing great actually”

Kai is the first to laugh as he tips his head back, you shoot a hand over your mouth and cackle. Taehyun and Soobin lean back and excitedly clap their hands while laughing. Yeonjun can barely control his own laughter and Beomgyu looks proud.

The guys and you finish up the last of your food and throw out the empty containers. “Thank you for dinner, whoever payed for this” You yell while splaying out on the couch.

“You’re welcome” A flirty tune comes from Yeonjun, the warmth that spreads to your face is uncontrollable and you know if Soobin saw he’d probably be pissed. Too bad he’s unbelievably attractive while mad…..

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Soobin stirs in his bed, memories of earlier not going anywhere. The way you looked on your knees with your mouth full, spit dripping as well as your tears, pitiful look on your face—intoxicating.

He reaches for the phone charging under his pillow and pulls it out to check the time.

3:27 AM

He holds in the groan at the tip of his tongue and shimmies out of his bed quietly, cursing the creaking wood planks under him. Their door is already open, as well as yours. The tv light from your open door leaks into the hallway as he steps closer.

He can faintly see you due to the shear curtains lining the posts. Making his way to the end of the bed where the curtains were still tied, he gazes at you. Closing his eyes before shaking his head he crawls on the furniture—careful to not startle you awake.

You’re thankfully laid on your back already, the faint light of the tv shows the marks on your collarbones he left. He drops his head, briefly, at the sight before snatching the end of the blanket, dragging it down your body and inhaling when he sees you fully, a large t-shirt and panties seem to be the only thing you’re wearing. The shirt is pushed upward and the waistband of your panties catches his attention immediately.

He nibbles at his bottom lip and tentatively reaches out, his fingers skim the material and your warm skin. He’s hesitant but hooks a finger into it, taking a moment to look at your face before hooking another finger on the other side and slowly dragging down the clothing. Your hands jerks and it almost makes him jump, but he keeps going until he flings your panties onto the floor; just like he did hours ago.

Spreading your legs he eyes your cunt as he licks his lips, getting into a comfortable position on his stomach. His hands find the skin of your legs and prop them over his clothed shoulders before making a peace sign with his fingers and spreading you out.

Soobin can’t suppress the groan before he almost harshly runs his tongue over your opening, you jolt in your sleep but settle quickly. He doesn’t falter as his tongue meets your clit and envelopes it in his mouth, sucking is gently at first. Fingers grip into your thigh as he closes his eyes, maneuvering his tongue in different shapes and patterns against you.

Your thighs tense as your back arches, “S-Soobin..?” A quiet, breathy, whine leaves your slightly chapped lips. He groans into you and it causes your thighs to almost shut around his head.

Opening his eyes he looks up at you, “I knew you’d taste good, baby. My girl has such a perfect cunt” Before diving back down again and shoving his tongue into your clenching hole. Your hands grip the sheets besides you and your hips roll into his warm mouth.

“Soobin—fuck” You moan a little too loud.

“Baby, you’re gonna have to be quiet for me. You don’t want me to stop, right?”

You pout and shake your head.

“Good girl”

He tongues your insides again and you bite your lip trying to remain quiet, the drag of his muscle against you has fireworks going off behind your closed eyelids. He switches to your clit and firmly sucks it into his mouth.

Heat blooms in your abdomen quickly and you’re suddenly very aware of how close you are.

You slap a hand over your mouth and mutter, “Soobin, i’m so close”. Panting hotly, you gasp when a hand trails up your stomach and under your shirt, quickly finding your hardening nipple. Your free hand grips his wrist—not to stop him but to find purchase.

A particularly hard pinch had your hips bucking up and your eyes clamping shut. The euphoric feeling sizzles through your limbs and you’re not sure how loud you’re being, the blood pumping behind your ears was drowning out everything else.

Soobin works you through your orgasm until you’re too sensitive. You pant once more as he offers you a smug smile.

He rises from his spot on his stomach to hover over you, giving you a hot, searing, kiss. The tangy taste of you on his tongue has you groaning and deepening the kiss. A hand goes to the back of his head and you run your fingers over his undercut.

He pulls away to fully sit up and hop off the bed, “Goodnight, Angel” He whispers before disappearing into the dark hallway. You lay there, shocked and needy. That really just happened?

You soon feel a cool breeze over your lower half and remember you need underwear, poking your head off your bed you spot the cloth halfway under the furniture. You grab it and pull it back on, tucking yourself back into bed giddily. You’ve always dreamt of something like this.

Your heart races as you think of what could possibly happen for the remaining 4 days.

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You all sit around the dinner table, slurping down cereal and deciding what to do.

“Ok, so we’re going to Dongmun market tonight, what do we do in the mean time?”

The question is put into the world and everyone pauses and thinks, it’s winter so it’s not like you can go swimming or something. Not much is coming to mind so you hope someone else has a good idea.

“I got it, we can climb Mount Hallasan” Soobin suggests, fishing out the last pieces of cereal in his bowl.

The group agrees and finishes eating. “It’s 8:17 right now so let’s get ready” Beomgyu says, checking his watch.

“I don’t wanna be stuck in here while you guys shower though, I’m gonna go on a walk” Yeonjun complains.

“Yea same” Taehyun and Beomgyu say, tying there shoes.

“Can I shower first?” Kai asks the rest of you, which is just Soobin and yourself.

You nod your head and Soobin hums in agreement before you shuffle to your room.

What should you wear? You’re hiking up an entire fucking Volcano….

You decide on some sweat pants and a long sleeve shirt plus a jacket because it’s cold as fuck. While you’re on your knees infront of your suitcase the door unexpectedly shuts behind you. Whipping your head around you see Soobin. He even takes it a step further and locks it.

“What are you doing?”

“I missed you, of course” He answers with a smile as he sits on your bed, leaning back on his arms.

“We’ve been in the same house for days….” You giggle, going back to picking out your clothes.

“Don’t be difficult, come here” He grabs your arm and yanks you on top of him, you thankfully don’t knee him in the crotch or anything as you try to find stability.

One of his hands drifts up to your jaw as he leans in, meeting your lips for the first time today. It’s gentle at first and he’s almost shy about it. You sigh and push yourself against him more, the action is eagerly welcomed as he slightly nips at your bottom lip.

“Soobin, we can’t do this right now”. You murmur against his plush lips, reluctantly pulling away.

His eyes are hooded with lust and all you wanna do is kiss him again, but that’ll lead to something you can’t exactly finish right now. He sighs and nods, gazing into your eyes while the thumb on your jaw soothingly rubs the skin.

“Fine, I’ll be thinking of you though. How pretty you look with your lips wrapped around me, or how pretty you sound when I touch you….” He trails off, the thumb placed on your face moves to your lips—tracing the plushness of the skin.

“Soobin, what the fuck?” You groan, playfully slapping him in the chest. He only giggles at you and peers down at your lips. “Just one more kiss” You laugh and press your lips against his firmly before a knock at the door startles you both.

“Showers free” Kai yells, “Alright, thank you” you reply, looking back at Soobin. “Go shower, I beat you to it the first time” He jokes.

You chuckle at him and grab your towel, shuffling to the bathroom.

As the water wets your hair you think of Soobin again, this time you try not to squeal in happiness. You’ve literally had sex with him, he literally ate you out last night. And after all of that he just wants to be close to you, it warms your heart as you go back to showering.

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You dry off your hair and wrap the towel around yourself, preparing for the coldness that lays behind the door. It hits you in the face but doesn’t feel bad, your skin feels like it’s burning up. You honestly blame Soobin. Opening your door again you’re shocked to see Soobin laying in the same spot you left him.

“I’m shocked you’re still here”

“And miss seeing you just in a towel? No way” He says before standing up to grip your waist, dragging you to the bed with him. You stand between his legs as he sits down. His bottom lip is trapped under his front teeth as he gazes at you, in response you lay a hand on one of his shoulders, “Don’t look at me like that”.

“I can’t help it” he mutters as he drags you closer before continuing, “you’re so prett-“.

His sentiments are interrupted by Kai yelling “Soobin have you seen my left shoe?”. He laughs in defeat and reluctantly lets you go, pressing his lips against your forehead, he leaves your room to help Kai. Your emotions are everywhere as you dress yourself and brush your hair, what are you? Are you dating? Friends with benefits? How do you ask him without sounding a certain way?

The sound of the front door opening is quiet but the sound of Beomgyu, Taehyun, and Yeonjun yelling that the uber is here was not. Phone? You frantically check your pockets and nod when you feel the item. You should bring water and food though.

“We got water bottles and granola bars in Beomgyu’s backpack get your flat asses out the door” Taehyun yells, which spurs an argument between him and Kai because Kai refuses to be called flat. “You’re both pretty ladies, get in the car” You shove them out the door. Everyone piles into the large uber and you settle into your seat, which happens to be in the last row behind all the other seats between Yeonjun and Soobin.

A good 10 minutes into the ride Yeonjun asks, “You excited, Y/n?” Which leads to your attention being only on him. The other man next to you feels a stabbing like feeling in his heart and impulsively buds in on a random topic.

“Yea I love that show too, doesn’t it have that one actor that’s in your favorite movie, Y/n?”

“Actually yea, how did you know that?” You muse, you had no idea he knew that about you. Yeonjun’s jaw clenches before he cuts off Soobin. “I had no idea you liked that movie, that’s my favorite too. We should watch it together some time…just us” His smug smile isn’t noticed by you but is studied by Soobin.

The taller man’s eyebrow furrow momentarily before he says, “That sounds great, thanks, Yeonjun” The tension becomes thicker as both men gaze at each other, daring the other to try something.

“Guys-”

“We’re here” Beomgyu tells everyone as he gets out, the three of you snap your heads to a window and ogle the scenery. Trees as far as the eye can see, with the occasional rock or bush, of course. The rest of you pile out and take in the snowy forest you’re basically stranded in now.

“This is gonna suck” you mumble, kicking a rock for the effect. The group starts heading down the marked trail as you drag your feet through the light snow.

“I’ll make it worth your while” Soobin mumbles into your ear, the feeling of his lips and breath skimming the sensitive skin has goose bumps prickling your flesh in response. You catch his eye for a second as he pulls away and your lungs release a shaky breath.

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The group stops seemingly in the middle of the forest where 4 paths meet, a sign in the middle points you in the direction of the volcano and you don’t waste a second moving. You’re not the most athletic person in the world so you’d prefer getting a move on so you don’t stretch this out.

“I hate that you guys are so in shape” You groan while your thighs burn going up a hill. They laugh at you and tease before going back to whatever they were talking about before, except Yeonjun.

“Here, get on my back”

Your eyes widen at the proposition, your head says one thing but your burning calfs say another. “Sure, thanks”.

He bends down in front of you and waits, the rest of the group doesn’t seem to notice as they continue to walk further and further ahead. As you get situated on his back you ask, “Are you sure about this? What if i’m too heavy?”

He scoffs at your concerns and stands up easily, you’re honestly taken aback but grateful nonetheless. “We’re gonna get lost I know it” you mumble next to his ear.

“You think? That wouldn’t be too bad, would it? We get to spend more time with each other”

Is he flirting with you? Or does he mean you all get to spend more time with each other as a group?

“Yea, true” you trail off.

The forest around you is serene and absolutely stunning as you all make it closer and closer to the top, a cool breeze blows past as you pass a few people on the way.

The moment is ruined as Yeonjun grips your thighs tighter and drags you further against him, the action has you biting back a gasp as you tense. “You okay?” Yeonjun mumbles to you, you’re not sure if he realizes what he did or not but you decide to not bring it up either way.

“I’m fine, sorry”

He opens his mouth but before he can say something Soobin starts, “Alright, well here are some bathrooms. We should take a short break, Y/n can I show you something?” Both you and Yeonjun raise your eyebrows at him but you agree nonetheless.

“A bathroom break sounds amazing, bacon goes right through me” Beomgyu pats his stomach, “When did you have bacon?” Taehyun asks as they both walk into the bathroom; Kai trailing behind them like a lost puppy. Yeonjun kneels again so you’re able to get off safely, “I’ll be right back”.

You smile at him before your hand is gripped and you’re being dragged down the path and soon into the forest. Your back meets the bark of a tree as Soobin kisses you, you’re shocked but you’ve been yearning the feel of him all day. His hands are cradling your jaw as he presses harder against your welcoming lips.

You, begrudgingly, pull away to look him in the eyes. His are hooded and lust-filled as he drinks you in, “Are you okay?”

He gently bites at his lip as his gaze switches between your eyes and your lips before answering, “I want you so bad” His voice is thick like honey and it has you breathing deeper. “Lemme help you”.

Before he can respond your kneeling in the snow infront of him, his eyes widen but he makes no move to stop you.

The hands hooking under the waistband of his joggers are gentle as you pull them down. Once again you’re met with the outline of his cock. The sight has a chill zip down your spine as you notice he’s harder than you thought. You do the same to his briefs as you did his sweatpants, the both of you can’t believe you’re doing this in the forest of all places.

Peering up at him while reaching up to his base, you notice the way his eyebrows scrunch as he watches closely. Soobin peers around the tree you’re behind and threads his fingers into your hair when your mouth finally envelopes his tip. You know there’s not much time to do this so you take him further and further into your mouth, breathing through your nose as much as you can.

The cold nips at his skin but the intense radiating heat from your mouth and the very subtle scrape from your teeth distracts him well.

Pieces of your hair fall infront of your eyes as you begin to bob your head, you don’t mind though, the taste of him makes up for the annoying tickling. He looks pained as he tries his absolute hardest to keep down any noises that are begging to be released, your mouth is just as warm and wet as before and it has images flickering into his mind. It’s like he’s watching porn as he remembers how fucked out you looked, tears, snot, and drool dripping down your face as his cock was nestled into your throat only hours ago.

The part that isn’t in your mouth is in your fist. The hands in your hair tighten a fraction and the pain goes straight to your cunt. A heartbeat forms in your underwear and you wish Soobin would pull out of your mouth and have his way with you right then and there. You absentmindedly tongue his underside up to his slit and watch as a shiver rings down his spine.

“I’ve made you my own personal cock sucker, hm? Wanting to suck my dick in the forest, you want people to know how much of a whore you are for me?” He mumbles to you, his words are music to your ears as you gaze downward at the veins on his shaft.

“So close, baby” He harshly whispers, the veins in his neck are on display and it causes a low moan to vibrate through him. The sensation helped him off the edge and he’s soon pushing your head against the tree and shoving the rest of his cock down your awaiting throat as he comes. He tries his best to not rip out any of your hair as he shallowly thrusts into your mouth.

The feeling of his come being shot down your throat was missed, you’ve never tasted anything like it before. As he pulls out and lightly pants you both hear the voices of your loud friends getting closer, you share a panicked look as he tucks himself back into his briefs and pulls up his pants and you try and fix your hair and swallow the containments in your mouth.

He frantically looks around and pulls a random plant from the ground that was peaking out of the white powder, pointing to it. You catch on quickly so when your friends get to you guys it looks like Soobin is showing you a random plant he found. The group eyes you mysteriously but ends up just teasing Soobin for being a nerd. You all laugh and continue walking, except Yeonjun.

He eyes you and you can only look at him with a smile, the smile, though, is wiped off your face when he reaches out and swipes his thumb across the corner of your mouth.

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“Fucking finally, can we take a nap up here ?” Kai whines, taking a well deserved seat on a rock.

Everyone is breathing deep and chugging water, you for real just climbed a goddamn volcano. The view is gorgeous as you all look at the beautiful sky and landscape together. “Sorry but this isn’t worth it, i’m leaving” Taehyun mumbles, heading back to the path. You laugh almost hysterically as you follow him, playfully shoving him as well.

The view was amazing and the top of the volcano looked unreal but your legs were about to give out.

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“Do you guys still wanna go to the market?” Kai asks, slouching on a corner of the sectional. You sigh and say, “We shouldn’t put it off again, it’s only-” you pause for a second to tap your phone screen, “4:30, let’s go in like 2 hours?”

The group hums in agreement and you go back to laying against the couch when you felt the urge to pee. Of course, it only hits when you’re comfortable. “I’ll be right back” you mutter before pushing yourself upward. The wood under you creaks as you turn a corner to the hallway.

You’re about a centimeter away from the door knob when someone grabs it and pushes you inside.

“Soo-” You cut yourself off immediately when you notice it actually isn’t Soobin, it’s Yeonjun.

With wide eyes you say, “S’Yeonjun, so Yeonjun. How are you?” You laugh nervously as you play off your slip up. He arches an eyebrow at you and pushes you against the sink. “I’m doing fine, did you enjoy ur hike today?” He asks nonchalantly like he isn’t caging you in.

With another nervous laugh you nod, “Yea, it was great..”

“Really? Hm, what was the plant he showed you?

“Uh, yknow, some plant he read about, I don’t remember the name, you know how he is….” You trail off with a broken chuckle.

“Right, looked like you both really..enjoyed it” Before you say anything he sends you a wink before exiting the room. He definitely knows, how could he not?

You shut the door behind you and take a breath, should you tell Soobin?

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“Took you long enough” Soobin nudges you with a smile, looking at him always made butterflies settle in your stomach. Even more so now, remembering how it felt when his hands touched you.

A sudden urge to put on makeup consumes you as you remember the market you’re going to. Have you even worn makeup since you got here? Probably not.

“Guys, i’m gonna go get ready”

You should shower, you just climbed a volcano. Omg should you go all out and dress nice for the market as well? A million thoughts race through your head as you grab your towel and head for the bathroom once more.

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It felt amazing to clean the sweat and grime off of you, you feel like a new person at this point. Your damp towel is wrapped around you as you bolt to your room, closing the door and locking it. Even though you want him to, Soobin shouldn’t come in your room right now. Yeonjun is already suspicious of you both.

Your suitcase looks like a crime scene, clothes are pushed over the sides and everything is unfolded. That’s how you spot the cute black dress sticking out like the gods above were sending you a message. Picking it up, you rearrange it in your hands so it’s upright. It’s nothing too crazy, just a simple spaghetti strap dress. Peering out your window you note the sun beginning to set, you’ll just pair it with a jacket.

You lay the dress on your bed and drag out your bag of makeup to the mirror in your room.

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“Y/n, are you done yet? We’re leaving in 10” Yeonjun calls to you on the other side of your closed door, you finish applying the lipgloss in your hand before responding, “I’m coming”.

After slipping on your socks, you look over yourself in the mirror. Being an adult has its upsides.

For some reason your nerves flare when you go to open the door, but you push them down. You’re allowed to feel pretty. So, with a smile on your face you swing the door open and stride to the living room where your jacket is. “Sorry I took so long, i’m ready now”. You exclaim as you grip your jacket and fling it on. The group of 4 looks towards you, silently.

Eyebrows raising at their quiet stares you ask, “What?”. Nobody gets a word in as Beomgyu walks in and tells you the uber is there — not before eyeing you suspiciously. Slipping on some sneakers, you follow Beomgyu’s lead and head out of the house.

The car ride there was strange, to say the least. When you first entered the car Yeonjun and Soobin were pushing each other while trying to get into the car, so Kai was the one to get the seat beside you. He showed you pictures of his new plushies, and the cute names he gives them. When Kai wasn’t amusing you with stuffed animals the feeling of being watched settled over you.

Peering over your shoulder, you find the eyes of both Soobin and Yeonjun. They both gaze at you with predatory eyes and it has your skin prickle with goosebumps. You wouldn’t admit this, but having both of them ogle you like that had heat stir in your abdomen. You turn back to the front and, hopefully, gulp quietly.

You would think you’d be happy to get there, having heard so much about it and all. But nerves claw at your throat when you slide open the door and step out. The market was packed and you were worried about getting lost, you’re not as tall as them and there are a lot of people.

Turning around to look at the group behind you, you ask, “What if I get lost?” With a pout prominent on your glossy lips. They erupt with:

“You won’t”

“It’ll be okay”

“I’ll make sure you’ll be okay”

“I won’t let you out of my sight”

“Don’t worry”

Warmth is your face as you smile at them, you’ve always had such bad luck with friends and you really appreciate them looking out for you. “So what do you guys wanna do?” Yeonjun speaks up at your question.

“I’ll show you to my favorite spot here, they sell necklaces. I think you’ll like them, they reminded me of you” He takes your hand and guides you through the sea of people to the stand. An elderly woman sits there, hand making the cute bead necklaces. Her gray hair is pinned away from her face as she concentrates on the jewelry. Her stand is decorated head to toe with beaded necklaces, bracelets, earrings, and rings. A soft glow comes from the right side of her as a desk lamp is propped up on the counter she’s working on.

Yeonjun speaks up softly, “Mrs. Lee, I’m back. And I brought Y/n, just like I said I would”.

The lady looks up and smiles, to your surprise she stands up and shakes your hand with both of hers. You greet her warmly while the man next to you gazes at you with an unreadable smile. “Yeonjun has told me all about you, here, he picked out a necklace for you”. Eyes widening, you look him in the eyes but he can’t hold it as she turns around.

Mrs. Lee turns back with a peach and pink necklace, strawberry decals are sprinkled through it. “How much is it?” You reach for your purse but Yeojun stops you, “I already payed for it, no sweat”. He thanks Mrs. Lee before you and says goodbye. The rest of the group is lingering around the neighboring stands.

“Do you want me to put it on you?” He says close to your ear, this entire situation has made you feel unbelievably vulnerable as you softly nod your head. The feel so his fingers skimming the sensitive skin around your neck makes your heart beat faster than it’s already going.

“Thank you, it’s so pretty. I honestly wasn’t expecting any of this, but I really appreciate it”. Your tone has him smiling back at you, Soobin can feel his heart basically shattering at the exchange. Even if you haven’t actually done anything. The longer he watched the more his sadness became anger, not at you, but at Yeonjun. He wasn’t the one between your legs at night, he had no idea what you tasted like.

He pitied Yeonjun, really. Poor guy thought he had a chance with you. His confidence skyrocketed from the thought and he found himself approaching you two. “How cute, a little cheap though, no?” He faked concern as an arm was thrown around your shoulders and you were pulled into him as he walked away.

“What was that about?”

Soobin smirked and glanced away before leaning in to your ear, “How would you feel if I fucked you with that necklace on?” Your eyes widen, “w-what?” You gulp at the thought and can feel heat settle into your skin. “I think you’ve forgotten who you belong to, baby” His nose skins your ear lobe and suddenly you have no qualms with fucking here, even if it’s in public.

“Fine-”

“Where are you guys going? Cmon we’re going to get some ramen” Kai points out.

The entire time there was just like that, moments where Soobin was trying his best to drag you away but couldn’t. He was ready to snap by the time you left, he wanted to see you moan his name while wearing that stupid fucking necklace.

Now finally it was night, 1:57 to be exact. Everyone in his room was fast asleep and he was sure the other rooms were as well.

His feet touched the cold wood just like before as he snuck out of his room and into yours. The emotions he felt earlier came back once he landed his eyes on you, necklace still on. He closed the door quietly and wasted no time crawling on top of you. You were always so pretty it amazed him, even when you were asleep you looked angelic, he was truly so lucky to be able to be with you like this.

“Y/n, baby” He ran a warm hand up and down your side, “Y/n” he said a bit harsher. You groaned and opened your eyes slightly.

“Soobin?” He smiled at how cute you were, “You’re so pretty, you know that” He mumbled into your neck as he started leaving kisses across your collarbones, he moves both hands to your thighs and glides up, taking your shirt with it. He can’t describe in words how much he missed the feel of your skin on his.

Once he deemed you awake enough his kisses traveled up your neck, over your jaw, and to your slightly chapped lips. Kissing you was like a drug, he was obsessed with it. Your quiet hums and gasps added to the ache in his briefs as he pressed himself into you more and more.

He pulled away, taking your bottom lip with him before speaking. “Missed feeling you, baby” His hands drifted up more and more until the shirt you were wearing was off, pride filled his veins as he gazed at your almost completely naked form. You were absolutely stunning, and you were his, his to mess with, his to play with.

His eyes zeroed in on your hard nipples, so his large hands enveloped your entire left breast, and soon your other one as well. All he wanted to do was take his time with you but he unfortunately couldn’t do that right now. So he slipped his fingers into the band of your underwear and shuffled them down and off.

“Been waiting for this all day” he mumbled, “Soobin” you quietly whined. He smiled at you before doing the same to himself, he dragged down the cloth on his lower half and settled in between your welcoming legs. One hand propped himself up next to your head as the other rubbed your hip bone soothingly.

“You’re always so pretty for me, aren’t you? Nobody else?” He lazily dragged his tip up and down your drenched slit as he spoke. “Only you, Soobin”.

He seemed delighted at your answer and pushed into you, both of you fought to keep the noises down as you relived the euphoric experience over again.

///////////////

Soobin was sweaty and out of breath when he closed your door behind him, the first thing he noticed was the light underneath the bathroom door. A large part of him wished it was Yeonjun, so he could see you were off limits. Apparently someone above was listening because the door inched open as Soobin walked closer. Yeonjun rounded the corner and caught Soobin’s eyes when he became aware of his presence.

The eldest’s eyebrows shot up when he noticed how flushed and damp he was. His hair was sticking up in several directions as they stared at each other, the contact ended once Soobin entered his room. Yeonjun understood enough and he mulled it over in his head as an idea formed.

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Everyone sat around the table once again, instead of the elegant feast you and Beomgyu usually prepare, there was only cereal — probably because you all decided to relax for most of the day and it was currently almost 3. “What are we doing today? We've already done so much" Kai asks Beomgyu, who's currently sipping the milk from the bowl. He makes a thoughtful expression before answering, "How about we go downtown? There's a bunch of shops and restaurants we can go to"

"I wanna get a souvenir, that sounds like fun"

"When are we leaving?"

"Probably in an hour, get your asses showered and ready or I'm leaving you here" He exclaims as he stands from the table to enter the kitchen and toss his bowl and spoon in the sink. "This has honestly been so much fun, this was such a good idea. THANK YOU BEOMGYU" You yell the last part so he can hear you from the table.

"YOU'RE WELCOME, LOSER" He yells back, the teasing name brings a smile to your face as you get up and follow his lead putting away the bowl and spoon. Once again you find yourself digging through the piles of clothes spilling out of your luggage, you end up settling for a casual look.

You peer over your shoulder and spot your makeup bag, the want to do your makeup calls to you.

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“Wah, Y/n you’re so pretty. The glitter under your eyes is so cute” Kai gushes while staring intently at your face, warmth becomes your skin at his compliment. Attention is directed at you and it has a shy smile blooming on your features. You notice that Soobin always has this look in his eyes when he gazes at you, it’s like you’re the only person in the world.

Yeonjun also has a certain look in his eyes, it’s more predatory and it has you shying away. You don’t dislike it but it definitely makes you nervous. “Yea yea she’s gorgeous cmon” Beomgyu teases as he flings the front door open. You can’t help but smile all the way to the awaiting car as the rest of your friends trail behind you.

You seemingly don’t notice the way Yeonjun sprints to the seat next to you, and how he passes a fake sympathetic look towards a stunned Soobin. “Kai was right, you are so pretty” He leans closer to you and tucks a loose strand behind your ear. You’re not the type to get many compliments so that on top of his ,very, obvious flirty aura has you stuttering out a reply.

“Oh, u-um, thanks” You can’t hold his eye contact so you stick to looking at your fidgeting fingers or the window. You suddenly flinch when he presses his thumb into a particular mark that might’ve been left by Soobin. “Did you get hurt?” His tone isn’t convincing but it’s not like you can point it out.

“Yea, I burned myself..on accident”

His eyebrows furrow as a look of understanding comes over him, “I see, you should be more…careful”

You nod and smile on the outside but in the inside you’re having a meltdown, he totally knows.

The car was mainly Yeonjun being touchy, he’d play with your fingers, the sleeve of your jacket or lay his hand on your knee. You feel guilty for being attracted to him, you’re not dating Soobin but still. The heat from his hand sinks into your skin and it has you captivated.

“Ok, we’re here”

As you basically run out of the vehicle, you glance around you. The street is lined with buildings and shops, it’s also crazy busy. “What are we doing first?”

The group erupts into different responses but Beomgyu wasn’t having that, an unimpressed look settles over him as he nods. “Let’s walk this way” He says as he ignores the suggestions being hurled at him. "Can we get boba" You whine, the cutest boba shop so happens to be at the end of the street.

White and pink cat paw prints scatter across the glass leading to a cup of pink boba. The inside just as cute and it calls to you. You look around for Soobin and when you spot him you take his hand and drag him to the shop. The inside was freezing cold but Hello kitty figurines littered the building along with random anime characters.

He chuckles as he asks you what you want, a pout comes over your lips as you thoughtfully gaze at the menu. “Hello, what can I get you?” The cashier asks, ready to punch in your orders. “Um, can I get the melon boba with tapioca pearls, please?”

“Alright, and for you?”

Soobin peers down at you for a second before looking at the worker in the eyes. “I’ll have the vanilla boba with tapioca, please” The worker nods and tells you the price. Getting out your wallet you’re a second away from handing them a $20 bill before Soobin grabs it from you and pays it with his own money. You look up incredulously at him but he only waves you off. The worker says thank you and gets started on your orders.

A few tables sit next to the counter but most of the chairs are taken besides one. A smaller table off to the corner has one free chair, he follows your line of sight and laces your fingers together as he guides you to it before sitting down.

“Why did you drag me over here if you’re just gonna take the chair” You laugh, “You’re a genius, Y/n. Truly”. He says as he spins you around and pulls you to sit on his lap, you slap a hand over your mouth as you laugh loudly at the situation. His free hand settles on your lower back and soothingly rubs up and down. There’s a pause in your interaction where you can’t help but stare at his face as he takes a moment to look around.

Very unlike you, when he catches you staring you don’t budge, only offer a small smile. The air between you suddenly feels much warmer and it has your insides twisting, his hand on your back stops as he notices the change. He’s even prettier up close, his skin is practically glowing and his lips are the perfect shade of pink. Soobin wets them and your eyes follow the entire motion closely, the distance between you slowly becomes minuscule and he’s now very close.

“Can I kiss you”

“Melon and vanilla with tapioca” A worker calls, both of your eyes widen and he clears his throat as you hop off of him to grab the drinks. Walking to get the boba honestly sucked, the warmth was gone and you were cold again. Even though you were uncomfy a permanent smile was etched onto you, and you blame Soobin.

He follows behind you and takes his drink, as you both walk out and try to find your friends you regret not kissing him. You really wanted to, you still do. He was so close and just thinking about it had your heart rate spiking again. Nerves claw at you as you look at him, ‘just do it’ echoes through your head. Taking a sip from your drink you sigh deeply and tap him on the shoulder.

Even if you’re directly infront of the shop doesn’t matter to you. He looks at you expectantly and hums in question. Turning to face him fully you stand on your tippy toes and briefly connect your lips, he tastes like vanilla and it has you wanting more. Just as fast as it happened it ended, Soobin looks at you shocked but grips your jaw and kisses you again. This one is deeper and has you momentarily forgetting you’re in public.

He nibbles his lip with a dopey smile on his face when he pulls away, “I love you”. Both of you gaze at each other in shock, he didn’t mean to say that yet, he probably screwed everything up now. You’re probably scared and freaked out, god why didn’t he just keep his mouth sh-”

“I love you too”

You’re giving him the prettiest smile he’s probably ever seen and it causes the words to stop in his throat, looking down at you uttering those words back to him has his brain short circuit. So when you turn around and wave eagerly he still doesn’t know what’s happening until chattering surrounds him.

“What did you guys get?” He opens his mouth and closes it a couple times at the question before you decide to answer for him with a giggle, “I got melon and he got vanilla”. They nod and direct their attention back to Soobin.

“You good?” Beomgyu asks, patting him on the shoulder. The elders brain restarts and he nods, “Yea, sorry”. He receives odd looks before they go back to discussing where to eat.

“Actually guys I don’t feel well, I think i’m gonna head home” You look at Soobin and secretly nudge him, “Oh, i’ll help you. Wouldn’t want anything bad happening, I’ll call an uber”

“Are you okay?” Taehyun asks concerned, he extends a hand to feel your forehead. “Wow, yea you’re burning up. We’ll get you some medicine while we’re here”. Now you feel guilty, your friends are concerned. All of them look at you sympathetically except for one ,of course, his eyes stare at your soul as you try your best to keep up the act.

“Alright, it’ll be here in 5” Soobin tells you.

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Your bra is flung to the side as Soobin makes out with your neck and collarbones. His shirt is gone, as well as yours and your pants. His hands are intoxicating as they skim your skin, the soft drag of his nails has you clenching around nothing. The bites he trails down your skin are a bit rougher than usual causing you to buck up into him with a whine.

“You’re so pretty”

The praise causes a smile on your face and a pool in your underwear.

Soobin welcomes a nipple in his mouth as a hand drifts down to your thighs, he cups you over the fabric and grinds his hand upward. A soft gasp escapes you when the door loudly swings open. The air is sucked from your lungs and it’s like time stops.

“How sweet of you, Soobin to accompany poor, sick, Y/n home” He fake pouts before continuing, “You guys are seriously so obvious” He scoffs. You shoot your hands to your chest and Soobin blocks your naked body.

“Yeonjun, get out” Soobin seethes, his eyebrows are clinched together as he glares daggers at the older man.

“Or what?”

The answer has Soobin clenching his fists, “Please, don’t tell. We’ll do anything”. You beg from behind him. Panic shoots through you as Soobin gives you a wide eyed look, you argue with your eyes and he backs down.

Yeonjun hums at you and taps his chin thoughtfully, “Alright, let me join” He says like it’s the most casual thing.

Soobin’s mouth falls open as you both look at him, “W-what?” You say.

“You heard me, don’t want anyone to know? Let me join”.

“Leave while we talk about it” You tell him with a huff. When he’s gone Soobin and you stare at each other dumbfounded for a second. “What do we do?”.

Soobin bites his lip and closes his eyes as he thinks, this will be a one time thing so Yeonjun will shut his mouth. He’s sure he’s gone crazy, no sane person would do this, hell, no sane person would even be in this situation in the first place. Anger and frustration nip at his brain but he tries his best to push it away.

“I’m okay with it if you are”

You stare at him for a moment before slowly nodding, “o-okay, let’s do it”.

You feel incredibly guilty for not being totally against this, your feelings towards Yeonjun have definitely changed over the trip. Soobin will always be your number one though. He calls in Yeonjun and reluctantly tells him the news, a sinister smile spreads across the oldest’s face before he grips the hem of his shirt; tossing it over his head. You can’t help but eye the newly exposed skin, his toned stomach and chest on full display for you.

Soobin hesitantly scoots out of the way, and Yeonjun doesn’t waste a second to look at you, all of you. He steps closer and closer until he’s right before you, the look in his hooded eyes sends wave of arousal over you and you find yourself waiting for him to touch you. Almost like he can read your mind, his hand finds the nape of your neck and drags you in for a lustful kiss, his naturally pouty lips are like sin pressed against you.

His kisses are messy as they nibble and suck your lips. He pulls away just to push you against the sheets, hands going to grip your waist and drag you closer to the edge of the bed. He’s been thinking about seeing you like this for so long now, and you’re even better than he imagined.

You wait eagerly for what he’ll do next, which is pulling down your underwear and throwing it behind him. “You’re so wet, I knew this was a good idea”.

Before he touches you he leans up and grips your throat; leaving a quick, searing, kiss against your swollen lips. As he kneels he grips your thighs and traps them against his head, the questions die on your tongue as his tongue swipes over you. His licks become harsh as he sucks your clit and groans.

Pleasure racks through you as clamp your eyes shut and grip the sheets. “Soobin, come here” Your voice is breathy and whiny as you call him, when he’s close enough you firmly press your lips against him. He gladly reciprocates and swallows your moans. A hand drifts back to your breasts and encases one, his gentle kneading has you breaking away for air as it’s currently leaving your lungs quickly.

The one between your thighs removes himself to lean his head against one of your limbs, “Knew you’d taste amazing” he mumbles into the skin as he leaves sloppy, wet, kisses and bites. The slight pain mixed with his praise has you moaning and leaning back against the bed. It doesn’t take him long to dive back, his tongue twirls around your clit before moving down and licking around your opening, when the muscles enters you Soobin happens to pinch one of your nipples and you’re suddenly shoved over the edge.

Your legs tighten around his head and you grip soobin’s hand around your breast as the euphoric feeling flushes through you. Yeonjun parts from your legs to lean close to your face, taking a fist full of your hair in his hand; he yanks your head so you’re staring up at the both of them. Their predatory stares making you feel small. You’re gonna be a good whore and do what we say, right, babe?”

You stare wide eyed and nod your head, “Good, bend over and suck Soobin off”

His demanding voice has you scrambling to bend over, ass in the air as Soobin positions himself to stand on the other side of the bed; next to your mouth. So now Yeonjun has the perfect view at your cunt as you stick your ass in the air. Leaning on your elbows, you peer up at the younger man who’s currently fisting himself in front of your face.

He would never admit this but sharing you is way hotter than he thought, watching someone else touch you but knowing you’re strictly his causes him to throb. In no time Soobin is lodged down your throat and you’re already moaning around him. You bob your head slow at first in a calculated way until Yeonjun prods at your opening, as he pushes in your legs quiver and you dig your nails into Soobin’s thighs.

This whole ordeal is incredibly erotic and has your mind hazy and fuzzy.

Your eyes glaze over as Yeonjun rolls his hips into you, gradually harder and faster, and it doesn’t help that soobin is starting to stutter into your mouth and the feeling of getting fucked from both ends is intoxicating.

“You have such a pathetic whore, Soobin. She’s fucking dripping right now” Yeonjun grits out as his grip on your waist tightens, a moan slips out around Soobin in your mouth and it has a smug smile slipping onto his face. “She feels amazing doesn’t she? She has the perfect pussy”. Yeonjun hums at him as he reaches around to scribble circles on your puffy clit.

Everything is too much for you and you soon feel incredibly close to coming once more, the new feeling of Yeonjun inside of you and the known feeling of Soobin in your throat. Speaking of Soobin, his subtle thrusting turns into face fucking and it has you gagging every few seconds, your eyes tear more and more every time and he swears it’s his favorite sight. He’s missed the way you look fucked out from just blowing him, his lust-blown eyes zero in on the way your mascara trails down your face in tear form.

You look absolutely gone and it has him coming sooner than later. Once you recognize the feeling you moan and whine around him and it causes his hands to grip the strands of your hair right.

Soobin pulls out of you and demands, “Open your mouth, tongue out”

When you do it his gaze is fierce and has you feeling small, he closes your mouth for you after murmuring subtle praise and leans down to take your lips. The kiss is sloppy and his tongue finds yours like a heat sealing missile, the burning pleasure spreading over your skin becomes stronger and you pull away to warn both men.

The man in front of you grips your hair at the base of your neck and angles your head to look at him directly, it’s an awkward angle but he has the best view of you as you come. Yeonjun pulls out before he can finish as a devious idea springs to mind. He signals soobin to lean over and whispers into his ear, you don’t even realize what’s happening until soobin asks you.

“What do you think about anal?”

Your eyes widen the most they’re able to — which isn’t much. But the amount your brain is able to think at the moment leads you to begging.

“Please, want you both so bad” Your sentence is ended with a breathy whine, both dryly laugh at you before getting into position again. You’re manhandled into sitting up on your knees, Yeonjun settles behind you; back pressed against his chest and Soobin presses his chest into yours. You’re sandwiched in the hottest possible way.

The one behind you drags into fingers against your slit to collect your arousal, the same fingers press against your other hole to get it ready. His other hand does the same but ends up on his cock to make it wetter. The new feeling has little electric shocks sparking over your skin and when he asks if you guys are ready you’re suddenly nervous.

Soobin pressing into you is already hot, but paired with the foreign feeling of Yeonjun pressing into you as well has your legs shaking this early in. You’ve never felt so full in your life as both men bottom out at the same time, their flushed skin pressed into yours feels like heaven and the fuzzy feeling in your brain multiples.

Your head lawls onto Yeonjun’s shoulder and you’re suddenly aware of the harsh grip both men have on you. The closeness causes your nipples to drag deliciously against Soobin’s chest and each time it makes your jaw clench.

It seems your hair can’t catch a break as Yeonjun grabs a fist full and guides your mouths together, his moans and groans flow down your throat and you’re not even sure if you’re kissing back anymore. He surprisingly pulls away quickly but pushes your heads towards Soobin who takes over, this kiss is longer and it has Yeonjun leaving marks all over the back of your neck and shoulders.

Your senses are totally wiped as the feeling of pure euphoria bubbles inside you again, it’s unstoppable as it bursts and you open your mouth in a silent scream. Yeonjun and Soobin can’t help but smugly smirk at you between them, “You’re such a disgusting little cockwhore for us, aren’t you?” Is harshly whispered in your ear, if you’re honest, you have no idea who said it but it causes you to clench either way.

The house was otherwise silent, you couldn’t imagine how loud you were probably being. If the rest of your friends came home right now what would they hear? A chill runs through you at the thought of someone knowing you’re being filled this way, your thoughts are halted by Soobin as he meets your eyes.

Your jaw is grabbed tightly by him as he grits out his words, “You love being treated like this, don’t you?” You nod frantically and moan at his tone of voice, he leans closer and says, “What a disgusting, pathetic, whore you are. You’re only good for taking cock hm?”

His words outside of this situation would probably sting but here they have tears of pleasure rolling down your sweaty face. Yeonjun only chuckles at the interaction before he feels his high coming again, he leaves more kisses on your skin and Soobin decides to do the same. Yeonjun’s hands slither from your waist to the insides of your thighs as he pulls them apart more, the angle has them both sinking deeper into you.

Their thrusts become more frantic and you know you’re gonna come again. The sinful words they spew at you, the smell of them surrounding you completely, the overwhelming feeling of both of their lips on your skin, the unforgiving thrusting, and the volume of their moans is so raw it’s the only thing you can think of.

“Gonna fill you up, you’re gonna take every single drop of us, aren’t you” Yeonjun mumbles into your skin, his nails dig into your flesh harder as he feels himself coming for the first time that night. His thrusts become erratic as he leans his head into your neck, moans of different pitches leave his mouth one by one.

Soobin is right behind him as his movements stutter and he buries himself deeper in you as he finishes with a low groan. The feeling of both of them coming inside you at the same time subsequently triggers you, a breath is sucked into your lungs and then everything slows.

Your senses are blown and you feel like you’re floating. What’s even going on anymore? You’re not sure.

You don’t know where they end and you begin, being filled this way is mind frazzling and you can’t handle it.

A couple minutes later you come to, you’re laying down and both of them are leaning over you, worry obvious on their flushed faces. When they notice your eyes open they breathe a sigh of relief. Soobin speaks up first, “Are you okay?”

Before you can answer, Yeonjun leaves towards the bathroom, probably to get wet towels.

Your voice is hoarse as you answer, “Y-yea, I’m okay”. He doesn’t answer, he leans down to press a quick, loving kiss before saying, “I love you, you did amazing”. It takes you a second to comprehend him but when you do you smile and return the words gratefully.

“I love you too, Soobin”

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barbiewritesstuff · 2 years ago

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So my brain is a lost cause at this point there's just neurons and random sparks but nothing is computing

Like that ever shuts me up though

You were going to pray and you got smutty thoughts because of me !! I shouldn't but I'm totally cackling like a deranged hyena rn im sorry xD

ANYWAY

FUC- THAT WAS TO DIE FOR you made it so much better than it was in my head !!

Now I know you said you’d walk in afterwards but can you imagine being in the meeting? SHIT SHIT SHIT YOU MADE IT BETTER THAT WOULD BE ... FUC- IDEK ?!? THAT WOULD BE SERIOUS MAVERICK LEVEL DANGEROUS BEHAVIOUR THOUGH! THE GLARE CYCLONE SENT ALONE WOULD RENDER YOU TO ASH AT THE SPOT

He’s standing there looking fine - See it ain't even your fault who can resist that man?!?

“Don’t know if my uniform is up to code Admiral…” THAT IS SO CORNY I WOULD TOTALLY SAY THAT THO CACKLING AGAIN

(you’re saved under ‘Brat’ because that’s what you are) OF COURSE IM A BRAT DUHH

Maverick is going over everything he’s done this week just to check whether he’s going to get screamed at, Warlock is shooting daggers at Maverick, the entire team (you pretend because you’re a little shit) is mentally sending their family goodbye letters and exchanging worried glances. I CAN ACTUALLY PICTURE THIS ENTIRE SCENE AND ALL THEIR EXPRESSIONS AND I AM DEAD THIS IS PEAK COMEDY I WANT THIS SO BAD XDDDDD

Hondo, poor, sweet, sweet angel Hondo, who has just accidentally had a very good look at what the Admiral received via text is honestly reconsidering his career because Admiral Simpson is a possessive man. If he finds out Hondo knows, he will kill him. OH FUCK BERNIE YOU'RE DEAD MAN. RUN. V V V V FAR AWAY. (THE ADMIRAL'S GONNA BE A BIT BUSY ANYWAY WINKWINK) poor Bernie tho??? He's probably traumatised for life?? He didn't wanna know that about you?? And definitely not the Admiral hell he won't be looking him in the eye for a month xD Also the image of possessive Beau is just *so good*.

I mean you give him the best performance of your life, especially since he tells you he’s not going to touch you for a week as punishment. NO SHIT DONT DO THAT I'M SORRRYYYY

In conclusion:

I AM DEAD

Glad you got some amusement from my predicament this morning XD

Okay so Cyclone's glare? It almost makes you regret the entire operation. I mean you think the man is going to reach across the conference room and make you pay for it right then and there.

Imean you're ready to beg for forgiveness as soon as he cocks his head sighly to the side and shoots you the look, but at the same time, you also think that Beau is one of those rare people who get hotter the angrier they are. Or maybe that's just because you know what happens when he does get mad?

I mean, let's not kid ourselves, you're pissing him off on purpose, because when he gets past a point, Beau just snaps. And last time he snapped he railed you against his desk until you could no longer speak. You're absolutely trying to recreate that.

But you regret dragging the team into it (not Rooster though, he deserves the twenty minutes of fear he's going to live through for trapping you in a conversation about Star Wars with resident expert Fanboy last Tuesday) because they look like they're absolutely shitting themselves. Especially Hondo.

Because you know he's seen the picture. When Beau opens his phone and sees the picture, Bernie happens to be looking down and he stutters. No one else notices, and you're almost certain it's a coincidence when Hondo briefly glances at you with such a shocked expression. You know what he's thinking. He's already planning the purchase of a foreign passport on the black market, becaude he absolutely can never set foot in San Diego again!! He will never be able to speak to the Admiral without having that stupid picture flash before his eyes!!

And of course Beau's lying through his teeth when he tells you he won't touch you, but he has to make you believe that so you get desperate. He's absolutely going to be balls deep inside you by Wednesday because he needs to relieve the stress Maverick causes him on the daily. And maybe he needs to punish you one more time, you know, just so he knows you got the message.

EDIT: needed to fix so many typos because this prompt just made me dumb, I love it. I may have missed some but you know...

#fanfic #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #top gun x reader #fanfiction #cyclone x reader #cyclone #beau cyclone simpson #beau simpson #beau simpson x reader #original fic

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invisibleraven · 2 years ago

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'' you said your ex never did these things, so i took it upon myself. '' for Writer's Choice ❤️

Rose Alvarez is looking for a new relationship when she plays her set at the El Dorado. She's looking to shred on her guitar, sing her heart out, and maybe, just maybe, get lucky. So she isn't expecting much when the cute photographer shyly asks her for a drink.

She orders a line of tequila shots, challenging him to take them with her, cackling as it burns his throat and his face contorts at the bitter lime chaser. But Ray is adorably earnest when he coughs and tells her he's fine, he can do another, even if he feels like his brain just got clocked by a bat. She takes sympathy on him and tells him he doesn't have to. But he gives her this wide, playful grin before he licks the salt from her skin. "But how else am I gonna get your number?" he asks before shooting back the second shot.

He gets her number and a whole lot more that night.

And even though she intended it to be a one night stand, well, he makes her breakfast and makes her scream in the shower, and they end up spending the weekend together.

And the next.

Until she has to admit that they're kind of dating, and she doesn't mind at all. Ray turns out to be sweet and dorky and forgetful. He worships her even after a few weeks, and listens-actually listens-when she talks. He doesn't know much about music, can barely carry a tune, but waxes poetically about the bands she likes. Teaches her how to frame a shot while he does new photos for the Petal Pushers.

They spend almost every night together after that. Usually entangled in her sheets, yes. But they also laugh, read books silently side by side. And talk. About everything and anything. Growing up in Puerto Rico, and missing their families like a limb. The growing punk scene downtown, the clients that Ray has dealt with that day, or Rose's manager at the Orpheum who kept promising her a show, but had yet to deliver.

One night she tells him about her awful ex. Diego Fuentes, certified asshole who tore her down at every chance. Who never lifted a finger to help around the house, or support her. Who got loud and angry and drunk too often. That's when she left him, wallowing in his own misery.

"I don't need to be taken care of," Rose explained as she lamented that he wouldn't even rinse his dishes. "I just want a partner, not a charge, you know?"

Ray nodded with understanding, cradling her curls in his palms, bringing her in for the sweetest, lushest kiss. And did so many others things to and for her that Diego never did. She slept well that night, to be sure.

When she woke up the next morning, though, it was to an empty bed. The sheets chilly beside her, the sun high in the sky. Entering the living room, she stopped. Because there was Ray, elbow deep in the dishes they had left in the sink. The floors looked clean and shiny, the clutter cleaned up, and a vase of flowers; dahlias, her favourite's, sitting on the table.

"Morning mi amor," Ray said. "Almost done the dishes, and then we can eat the pancakes I've got warming in the oven."

"D-did you do all this?" Rose asked.

"Of course," he replied with a shrug, rinsing the last plate and leaving it on the rack to dry as he drained the sink.

"Why?"

"You said your ex never did these things, so I took it upon myself," Ray replied as he dried his hands. "I love you Rose, you want a partner, I'm right here, by your side."

Rose rushed into his arms, whispering her love into his skin with every press of her lips, uncaring about his early morning stubble, her unbrushed teeth, the pancakes drying out in the oven. Nothing mattered more than showing this man how much she loved and appreciated him.

They broke apart later, well kissed, overwhelmed by each other and sat down to eat. Sure the pancakes were dry, but to Rose they never tasted better. Especially since every bite was accompanied by a warm loving look from Ray.

And maybe after they were done, her dragging him back to the bedroom to prove just how much she loved him, dry pancakes and all.

#filled prompts #ficlet #ray/rose #julie and the phantoms

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bontenten · 3 years ago

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The Choosing

Pairing: Daichi x f!reader (ft. Captain Squad <3 and Sakusa)

WC: 3.2k

Genre/Warnings: Crack/Bad Humor, Smut, Romance, Reverse Harem, Royalty AU!, mention or hints of size kink, exhibitionism, creampie, breeding kink, dick and ball worship, you’re perverted and gross

Summary: You are the Princess of the Kingdom of YoreNaym and you need to choose a husband.

Repost from my main because I say so. Lee... :gru: i miss u

Also, no beta we die like Daichi.

It’s a tradition carried through many, many generations that the daughters of nobility from the Kingdom of YoreNaym must choose a suitor from the eligible bachelors from the neighboring kingdoms. It’s a show of kinship to the other kingdoms and also a means of securing peace.

At some point, everyone’s sister’s cousin’s second uncle’s sworn brother’s adopted daughter’s nephew twice-removed will be related and connect back to the Kingdom of YoreNaym. In short, the blood of this kingdom’s daughters unite the lands. No incest, there’s enough genetic diversity, if you will. And because you are also a princess of this kingdom, it’s your turn. Yay.

While growing up, you hear the elders say that the youngsters should be grateful that they have the agency to at least pick a suitor. They spin their looms and cackle, reminiscing that, “Back in our days, we didn’t get to have a choice. Our elders appointed a spouse for us from whichever kingdom had a suitor. Unlike you girls who get to choose, ungrateful wenches…”

Does it really matter? It’s just the false pretense of choice, isn’t it? At the end of the day the selection of eligible bachelors are all chosen ahead of time, deemed worthy, and then after the initial picking, you are just allowed to pick. It doesn’t matter who you choose, any one of them will fit the criteria. Maybe you’ll just close your eyes and pick one randomly. Can you actually say, “I’ll choose my own hand and marry myself.”

That’s pretty brave, hell yea that’s a main character move right there. Speaking of which, who are the eligible bachelors you can choose from today? It’s practically your engagement day, yet you really haven’t been paying any attention at all.

“Hey,” you whisper, lifting the curtain of the palanquin. A maid quickly answers to your beckon.

“Yes, my lady?”

“Who are the candidates today again? You have a...list or brochure of sorts?”

“Just a moment, my lady, I’ll retrieve the scroll for you.”

You open the scroll and peruse the contents. Huh, all the neighboring kingdoms are going all out this year. There’s the Kingdoms of Nekoma, Inarizaki, Fukurodani, Aoba Johsai, Shiratorizawa...Wow, even Johzenji and Nohebi have candidates? Funny, all of these are all presenting their crown princes too. As they should, you are the most beloved princess of the Kingdom of YoreNaym, and the suitor you choose will bring you back as a blessing to his kingdom. It’s a total bummer that the Kingdom of Itachiyama isn’t participating this year. Sakusa’s crown prince succession is next year! You have heard so many swoon worthy stories about that princeling, even paid handsome amounts of money for paparazzi paintings of the beautiful man. No one will find out that the princess of YoreNaym actually hoards little pictures of Prince Sakusa in her panties drawers. It’s a shame you aren’t picking your husband next year.

There’s one more Kingdom on the list that surprises you. Kingdom of Karasuno, or more commonly referred to as the Kingdom of “Fallen Crows”. According to legends, they used to be quite a prosperous kingdom, but after a few generations of inept leadership, a drought, and poor trade economy...the Kingdom has mostly faded into obscurity. It’s been years since a suitor candidate has been offered. So who is it?

“Sawamura Daichi,” you whisper to yourself, “Interesting.”

The festival ground outdoors is especially grand. There are a huge number of tables prepared off to the side for guests. Trays of food, fruits and wine are provided for every single guest in attendance. You are led by the attendants to the temporary throne seat as the guest of honor. As you make your way to the throne, all the guests stand up to acknowledge your entrance. It’s so pressuring and a part of you wishes you can just dig a hole and bury yourself on the spot. You don’t even want to think about how many eyes are on you. They are all just jealous because, really. Take my word for it, I’m the narrator.

When you take a seat, the guests reseat themselves. A shaman comes to the center stage and bows to you.

“My lady, the time is auspicious, let us commence the Festival of Unity. At this time, I’ll be introducing the eligible bachelors from neighboring kingdoms near and far. They have passed the arduous tests and come as the best to offer in asking for your hand. Each of the suitors will present to you with a talent or skill, as to show you their excellence. After the demonstrations, you will be allowed to take your pick. Whereupon you will—”

“Okay, I get it! They will participate in a talent show, we clap, and I choose a husband, I got it!” You snap, cutting the shaman’s words off. Your patience is wearing thin.

A number of guests can be heard mumbling in the crowds, probably commenting on your behavior. Your eyes scan the guests, you can care less. Judgmental eyes, scheming eyes, lecherous eyes, disgusting eyes....Your gaze meeting with a pair of eyes that are absolutely blank. Wait, not blank as in emotionless. Non-judgemental? The opposite of unkind? Dare you say, polite? He gives you a smile and returns to taking a sip from his goblet. You scan his clothing up and down to look for his family crest. Black and orange. A crow. Karasuno.

Your thoughts are jumbled as an increasing amount of questions fill your mind. He? Karasuno? That Kingdom of Fallen Crows? You barely hear the shaman announce the first candidate.

“Bokuto Koutarou from Kingdom of Fukurodani.” Bokuto is a very large, very well built man. He is wearing his family crest of an owl across his back proudly. You can tell his chest is incredibly broad, the bulge of his big tiddies stretch the tight shirt he’s in. If you squint hard enough, you can maybe see the outline of his nipples through the training shirt, but maybe that’s just your perverted imagination too. Bokuto comes to the center stage and greets you.

“Hey! I’ll uh, demonstrate my strength to you, my lady.” He easily picks up a huge hunk of metal and lifts it with ease above his head. Damn beefiness, those arms of his. Seeing the bulges flex when he flexes has you dreaming of mouth along that delicious flesh. And when he pins you down under his massive body? Ooh, if this is the first demonstration, you’re excited to see the whole lineup today. Gasps and murmurs can be heard in the crowd. Bokuto grins and drops the load on the ground. You can almost feel the tremors beneath your feet. Truly, a herculean feat.

“Thank you, Bokuto, I have seen your demonstration and all those here are witnesses.”

Bokuto’s demonstration is a showy start of the competition for your hand. The shaman announces the next candidate. “Ushijima Wakatoshi from the Kingdom of Shiratorizawa.”

Ushijima walks up to the stage exuding the regal aura of nobility; a byproduct of his strict upbringing. The twin crests of an eagle decorate his shoulder pads. His expression is quite cold, but there’s a saying, “it’s always the quiet ones.” You lick your lips and study him some more.

“Greeting to the princess,” he says with a deep bow. “I also bring a demonstration of my martial prowess.” Ushijima takes off the bow and quiver of arrows from his back and nods at his attendant who then catapults three apples high up into the air. Everyone’s eyes follow the trajectory of the objects, squinting to see what’s happening. No way.

Ushijima draws the bow back and calmly shoots one arrow, perfectly spearing the three fruits along the shaft. The crowd bursts into cheers. You also find your tight grip on armrest loosening, the tension from the scene dissipating in a moment. Ushijima’s calmness, accuracy, decision-making...he would make a very suitable partner for sure. Co-workers of sorts, that is.

You know your marriage carries a lot of weight politically and the fate of the whole universe will rest on your decision. Maybe not the whole universe, but close enough. But, marital bliss is important too right? Is Ushijima the right choice? There are still many more candidates, it’ll be best not to make a rash decision. Your gaze wanders over back to the Karasuno prince who is clapping earnestly for Ushijima’s performance. He’s acknowledging a rival’s strength, you think to yourself. Well, that’s certainly a rare but admirable trait. A confident man, he is.

After Ushijima’s demonstration, Oikawa Tooru’s enchanting musical performance offers a much desired change of pace. The rhythm and melody from his zither carries both the energy of fortitude as well as a graceful spirit. Quite stunning, but just not quite the musical vibe you’re feeling at the moment. Bummer, maybe a different day, really. Could be friends?

Kuroo Tetsurou from the Kingdom of Nekoma offers a particularly memorable performance too. Kuroo comes to the center stage with a trough filled with flames. Everyone is at a loss as to what is going on. Kuroo flashes you a grin before taking out a few pouches containing some powders. In a poof, the flames burst alive with colors blending blues and purples. And moments later yellows and greens, even reds. No one has ever seen fire change color like so.

“Witchcraft!” someone gasps.

“No it must be alchemy. Dangerous craft,” another adds.

Kuroo bows to you. “My lady, this is called chemistry, a discipline of science.”

Kuroo’s smiles teeter on the edge of flirtations and you cannot deny that your heart flutters just slightly when you see his crooked grin. He’s intelligent, humorous, and attractive. Definitely also a contender. A union with him might be fun. And especially when you see Kuroo run a hand through his messy, black locks and give you a piercing gaze, you almost wonder if this is the feeling of chemistry. It feels like you are naked under his seductive, golden eyes, completely submitted to his will and absolutely drugged. And you fear that if he sends you another one of his grins, you’ll come untouched. Dangerous, send him off immediately.

“Thank you, Kuroo, I have seen your demonstration and all those here are witnesses.”

After Kuroo, many more candidates also come to the center stage for their demonstrations. Kita Shinsuke from the Kingdom of Inarizaki composes and recites poetry on the spot. His literary talents and mastery of public speech move a very large crowd of the literati officials. Kita is a charismatic leader and commands confidence. But he doesn’t seem to be the best fit. Your brain says ‘yes’, but your coochie just isn’t feeling it. The nerve signals say no.

Terushima Yuuji demonstrates a one-man comedy show, but his storytelling skills, although humorous, fall just a little short after Kita’s. Had Terushima been slotted for a different position, perhaps he would make a stronger impact.

Daishou Suguru. Interesting. But tongue itself will eventually get boring too.

A few more candidates demonstrate their talents to you. Most of them fail to impress you at all. Your blank expression is more than enough to make a few almost shit their pants or cry on the way they exit the stage. It’s really not their fault, you’re just a bit tired after seeing so many performances and demonstrations. You are just trying to find the best fit after all. It’s your duty and responsibility as the muthereffing princess of the Kingdom of YoreNaym.

“Sawamura Daichi from the Kingdom of Karasuno.”

The crowd is silent as Daichi stands up from his seat and makes his way to the center. His shoulder is relaxed and his head is held high. He doesn’t have the large build of Bokuto nor is he decked out in regal fabrics like Ushijima. His hair is simple and clean. His expression is polite and pleasant. Amongst the sea of beautiful and talented men, Daichi is like an ordinary seashell buried in the sand. But like how too many bites of dessert beckon the simplicity of water, Daichi’s humble presence makes him stand out in particular.

Daichi bows deeply. “I send my deepest regards to the princess. I am Sawamura Daichi from the Kingdom of Karasuno.”

“Please rise, Sawamura. What demonstration do you bring to me today?”

“My lady, I have nothing showy in particular. I only bring myself. And please feel free to call me Daichi.” You can feel his piercing gaze on you, confident and assertive. So he has some guts. It beckons you to submit, but you bite back. Grrrrr.

“Just yourself? That’s quite cocky of you Daichi. Others bring talents and demonstrations of qualities that make them fit as my suitor. What do you have to offer for me to choose you? Or is that something you are not looking for at all?”

“Karasuno,” Daichi begins, “Karasuno is a good kingdom. For many years long ago, our people have suffered greatly and we have gained a poor moniker. However, for the last few years, the kingdom has made significant progress and improvements. Alongside my brethren and officers of my court,” Daichi gestures to his entourage sitting off to the side, “We have come a long way. ”

“You tell me much about your home, Daichi, but what about you?”

Daichi pauses for a moment to collect his thoughts. He is well aware of the pressures you are putting on him, testing his convictions to the limit. You are a princess after all, so it’s only natural that you test his qualifications. Diachi swallows his nerves and faces your confrontation head on.

“I come to tell you the truth, my lady. I cannot hide these facts about myself or my kingdom. I am truthful, honest, but I have an unshaken belief that my kingdom will prosper because I have my closest and trusted with me. Each of them have their talents and strengths. Karasuno is a band with a bit of everything, and we’re family.”

You inwardly sigh. It seems like Daichi won’t be completely living up your hopes. At first you thought that his confident yet humble demeanor must hide something. Something incredible, because he can sit back and freely applaud other men for their talents. Something remarkable because he doesn’t feel the need to jump out in front of others. Something big. Very big.

“I don’t doubt your family’s bond or strength, but I am here to choose a suitor, a husband in layman's terms. So, I suppose that—”

“Wait,” Daichi cries out, and gestures towards his Karasuno brethren.

A tangerine head jumps up and brings out a scroll. He skips a few steps towards you and passes the document over to the shaman who brings it to you.

“My resume, if you will, my lady. I have no other talents but what is shown there.”

You glance at Daichi, studying him closely. From his clenched fist, you can tell that even in this moment, he’s a bit shaken and nervous. You undo the ties on the scroll and unravel the contents.

All eyes are fixed on you, trying to decipher every microexpression you make. The slight widened eyes, the twitch of the brow. The slight part of the lips and the deep breathes from you trying to calm the invisible fire that’s building in your core. It’s big. If the resume is accurate, Daichi’s demeanor truly is hiding a beast. A massive, humongous, schlong. Finer than any specimen you have seen in banned pictorial books you read and hide under your massive princess bed.

The sheer size and girth of the XL 2d image is rendered in X-TRA fine detail. You brush a finger onto the parchment, tracing the lines depicting the veins running along the shaft. You gulp, rubbing your finger down what is drawn as a big, swollen tip that’s glistening. Artists these days are so detail-oriented, it looks as if precum is just dripping from the tip and shimmering. So realistic, you just want to take it all into your mouth. To gag or to choke. Neither are a question.

The balls, those massive balls that are the storehouses for an endless supply of fresh cum. Organics from the finest the kingdom has to offer. Precious jewels hanging at the base, ripe for your licking. It looks so juicy and plump and you want nothing more than to rub your cheeks, cooing at how cute they are.

You know it’s good. It better be good if the painting is depicting something this sumptuous. If this is the real deal, then you really have nailed the jackpot and secured a brilliant future for yourself. Marital bliss. Bedroom adventures. Bedroom adventures where he’ll fulfill every nightmarish fantasy you ever have. It’ll be hard at first, your cunt’s so tight and he’s so big! But it’s okay, you’ll take him like the royal princess you are because the Kingdom of YoreNaym raises whores and sluts only!

No scratch that. Coital activities can take place anywhere. Maybe you’ll cockwarm him while the two of you hear what the morning court has to say about the affairs of the kingdom. Maybe you’ll find yourself tumbling around in the garden after a cute game of hide and seek, skirt hiked up, as he fucks a grass stain into your back! Okay. That might not be the best idea. Perhaps just once. For novelty’s sake.

But hear me out, when you are sneaking into the kitchen for some snacks, he’ll pin you on the large baker’s table and just take you right there to fuck his babies into your womb. His cock pumping into you as the table creaks and shakes from his thunderous movements. He’ll fill you to the brim with copious amounts of his hot cum, heaps and heaps of them, just like the baker fills the buns with cream custard in the most obscene fashion ever. Watch your belly rise and bulge up like pastries in the oven. Oooh cummies.

You sigh and squirm in the seats as you continue examining the masterpiece of a dick. You feel your heartbeat racing wildly as if you are caught tinkling in the castle fountain. It’s unknown if you ever did that, by the way. Just saying, your memory is failing you just a tad. But oh gosh, you’re wet already. The slick pooling between your folds is just soaking through your princess panties; the ones in the drawer where you keep all your secret prince Sakusa drawings heehee. But Sakusa’s pretty face aside, you are now face to face with the most magnificent dick pic you’ll ever receive. Not really unsolicited, but damn work of art. Literally.

The crowd is silent when you clear your throat and roll up the scroll, taking extra care to not let anyone else touch your new precious treasure. You lean forward and perceive Daichi. Daichi gives you a cocky grin, showing his teeth. Slightly stained with the wine, but it’s just temporary. It doesn’t matter as long as the real deal is...well, real.

Daichi catches your eyes wandering to the outline of the bulge between his legs. The glorious dickprint that he’s casually showing to everyone present. It puts Herculean Bokuto to shame, Ushijima into a blushing mess. Kuroo nearly snorts his colored powders. Daishou’s tongue hangs out and dries. Oikawa is sent to the medics. Kita no longer waxes poetry about the weather. Terushima leaves the party early.

Daichi is smug and casually asks, “My lady, would you like to examine the goods? I am a pure man and would not carelessly offer tastes to anyone. But you are a princess of the Kingdom of YoreNaym. You can have a sampling before you commit. Satisfaction guaranteed.”

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softomi · 4 years ago

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Catfish

prompt: mother says to be wary of people you meet on the internet, especially since you never know who’s on the other side of the screen.

pairing: atsumu x reader

the unpaid extras: osamu, suna

general taglist: @graykageyama

Osamu liked to mess with his brother and lately he’s been planning the largest prank. It originally wasn’t supposed become a huge thing, but then Suna just kept edging him on; adding more things one by one and it just spiraled. Osamu was catfishing Atsumu with your pictures.

Now, Osamu knows that it sounds bad but technically you were in on the prank. You had never met nor even knew Atsumu, heck, you didn’t even know who Osamu was. You had been part of the prank merely through text messages and the occasional meet up with Suna.

To put it simply, Suna met you through one of his teammates; coincidentally you ended up in one of his classes and the two of you built a tiny friendship. Which was why, when Suna was thinking of the perfect person to catfish Atsumu with; your face lit up in his head.

You were the perfect candidate, exactly Atsumu’s type literally to a tee. When Suna pulled up your contact, the first thing he did was offer to pay you. Every picture you sent used for the prank, he’ll send you cash through an app and as a broke college student who needed cash fast, you agreed as long as the photos weren’t used for anything weird or sexual. He made sure to send you proof of each photo in use.

This brings it all back to dear Osamu catfishing his brother. He had created an entirely new Instagram for you, complete using your name and a cute description that him and Suna had spent two hours thinking of. They decided to even spend a few days perfecting it, posting pictures a few days apart with captions, following random groups, liking posts, essentially creating a whole new personality using your photos. Osamu had even developed a fake occupation for you; a foodie blogger to which some posts were dedicated to food reviews for restaurants Osamu deemed worthy of a post.

And when Osamu says that the prank spiraled; it fucking spiraled. Originally it started with Suna and Osamu following the account, suddenly Suna’s teammates began following the account. Osamu made the mistake of tagging Onigirl Miya in one of your photos, ultimately adding a few random people to follow the account. Suddenly after two weeks of having the account, you gained over two thousand follows.

It was no worries though, because Osamu can quickly catfish Atsumu, take down the account, and call it all good.

Safe to say, Atsumu accepted the friend request rather quickly. Osamu and Suna snicker to themselves, it took Atsumu less than five minutes to accept and he was already liking all of your photos. Not even ten minutes pass and he’s sliding into the DM’s.

The two men looking at the phone and burst into laughter. They spend five minutes cackling at Atsumu’s random ‘hey’ message that followed with a smiling emoji.

Osamu was absolutely entertained, it was hilarious that his own brother had fallen for his catfish and honestly, Osamu was ready to give up the act after three days but then Atsumu said something that just really pissed him off. He doesn’t remember what it was, he just suddenly ended up two more weeks later still having the fake Instagram account and still having Atsumu believe that he was falling in love with some girl.

Somehow the account ended up with over five thousand followers, Atsumu messages the account religiously, and Osamu for some godly reason is still managing the account three months later. It’s spiraled.

“I have a girlfriend!” Atsumu doesn’t know why his friend and brother are laughing. He’s scrolling through your Instagram, the catfish Instagram.

Osamu almost chokes on his food, “So what, have you guys gone on a date? Have you even seen her in real life?” Suna snorts into his drink, he coughs when he accidentally inhales the water sharply.

Atsumu slumps in his seat, his voice small, “No, but we talk every day and she likes me!”

Suna is coughing even harder now, tears threatening to leave his eyes to the point that he excuses himself to the bathroom. Osamu has a shit eating grin on his face, “How do you know she’s actually not some old dude catfishing you?”

“She’s not!” Atsumu stutters, “She’s real!”

“Prove it.”

Osamu was about to learn a harsh lesson about the world; the world loves to bite you in the ass when you least expect it.

Atsumu leans forward, an eerie grin on his lips, “Happily.” Atsumu whips out his phone, quickly presses a number and holds the phone to his ear. He holds a finger up to his brother, even gesturing for the returning Suna to remain quiet. The phone picks up, “Hey babe, you wanna meet me here at Onigiri Miya?” Atsumu looks at the watch on his wrist, “Twenty minutes? Perfect.”

Osamu’s believing his brother is bluffing. There was no way in hell he’d be able to somehow magically bring the catfish to life, heck, Atsumu would be a god if suddenly he could. Thirty minutes pass, Osamu is exchanging looks with Suna. It’s absolutely silent between the three.

Osamu is suddenly feeling guilty, Suna is uncomfortable to the point that he’s even texting you to make sure you weren’t actually coming, and you confirmed with him that you weren’t.

“Should we tell him?” Osamu whispers when another five minutes pass.

Suna is deadpanned, “I don’t know, we’re kind of reaching a sad territory now. Let’s just break up with him and ghost him.”

Osamu groans, “But do we want to deal with a sad Atsumu, I’ll take getting my ass kicked over him crying in my apartment.”

The door chimes and their jaws smack the floor. You walked through the door, eyes roaming the place before landing on the three huddled into the corner. Is he a fucking god? Atsumu stands from his seat, he meets you halfway, pulling you into a heartfelt kiss that has you swooning.

The closer you approach with Atsumu’s arm around your shoulder, the more they truly begin to believe that Atsumu is a god.

“Guys, this is my girlfriend.” This time it’s Atsumu who has a shit-eating grin, “Ain’t she a beauty, the pictures don’t do her justice.”

It takes everything in Osamu to not scream, “But, you said you’d never even met her before.”

Atsumu gazes into your eyes, hearts practically floating above his head, “I mean I guess technically this is our first-time meeting, right?”

You nod, a puppy like expression on your face, “I’m sorry, I haven’t introduced myself yet. You must be Osamu.” You point to him then your fingers drag to the other male, “Suna.”

“Oh.” Suna sits straight up, “Oh!” He catches the glint in your eyes, the conniving little minx of a look. Suna was no longer calm, “We’ve been double crossed!”

There’s screaming, fingers are being pointed at each other, Atsumu is gripping Osamu by the neck of his shirt, Suna is literally calling your phone to make sure that it’s actually you, Osamu is pulling his brother’s hair. The customers of the restaurant stare with their jaws dropped at the scene.

Everyone is squished into Osamu’s small office. Suna is sitting on the desktop, Osamu in his chair, Atsumu in the spare seat, and you lean on the arm of Atsumu’s chair. His arm dangles around your waist, pulling you to lean on him with a cheery grin.

Atsumu leans forward, taking in the expressions of the two bewildered boys, “I guess let’s start at the beginning.”

While the story technically began three months ago with Suna asking for your cooperation, the story of you and Atsumu began two months ago.

The extra cash from all the pictures you sent Suna was giving you enough to be able to go out and live a little on the weekends. Originally the bar was dead, you and your friends were tucked into the corner in a booth when a rowdy bunch of men came in. Your friends gasped having recognize them as members of a sports team and with their excitement, they must have won a game.

It didn’t affect your group that much until it came to split ways; being in your last year of university, you excused yourself, insisting that you needed to go home to finish a project. As you stood at the register, card tapping against the counter, that was when he showed up.

At this point, Atsumu had spent the past hour believing the gods were on his side. He practically walked by your table ten times just to make sure the face matched the one in his instagram’s DM. After forty minutes of the constant back and forth, your quick gazes at him walking by the table seem to do nothing. Were you unable to recognize him?

He took his shot watching you stand alone at the counter. He finishes off his drink and smoothly strides to you.

“Hey!” Atsumu leans on the counter, flashing a smile despite alcohol dripping from the side of his mouth, “Wouldn’t you consider this fate?” He gestures between the both of you.

You’re confused, shooting him a puzzled gaze, “Sorry, you must have me mistaken for someone else.” You hand the card to the worker, anxiously eyeing the male who’s increasingly invading your space.

Atsumu places a hand on the small of your back, it was something Instagram you had mentioned you liked, instead it triggered a fight or flight. Your hand makes harsh contact with his cheek, he retracts his hand immediately.

“Don’t touch me!” You bark at him, “Perv.” You’re aggressively signing the receipt, storming out of the door while other men seem to ooh at Atsumu’s situation.

“Hey!” Atsumu catches your figure outside of the bar, you’re waving a hand to catch a cab, “I think we got off on the wrong foot there.”

You don’t give him a second glance, “Look, I don’t know who you think you are.”

“Atsumu.” He stands right in front of you, blocking your sights for a cab. He’s got the widest smile on his face as he holds out a hand, “Miya Atsumu. Volleyball player. Setter for the Black Jackals.”

“Okay.” You run a hand through your hair, oddly taking his hand into a shake while eyeing him, “Miya Atsumu, volleyball player, setter for the Black Jackals.”

You step to the side, arm out still trying to catch a taxi but he blocks your way once more and he looks at you with such wonder. His eyes practically having stars coming out and his smile warm and inviting. He was wondering if you were a twin, maybe he had actually gotten the wrong person.

“You are?”

The wind is causing your hair to blow in your face, he wants to so bad to brush the strands behind your ears but the way you gave him a slap earlier makes him think that’s a bad idea. Your fingers pull your hair back, “Y/n. I don’t have a fancy title like yours but, I guess I don’t know, senior to be graduating at the university.” You sidestep him once more, “I’m just trying to catch a cab home.”

Once more he blocks your way and you look at him with defeat. He was persistent. He laughs, “Sorry, last time, but do you not know me?”

You’re still as confused as ever, “Look if you’re going to pull some cheesy line about seeing me before, it’s not going to work.”

“Wait, just hold on a second.” Atsumu pulls out his phone, his fingers are shaking as he presses onto the app. He pulls up your profile, handing you his cell phone, “This is you isn’t it?!”

Your eyes scan the social media page, your mouth falling open, there’s a hidden laugh itching in your throat. These were all the picture you had taken for Suna and somehow, you’re being shown by a stranger your fake profile.

“We’ve been messaging for like a month, I can’t believe you don’t recognize me.”

I don’t recognize you because I’m not the one talking to you.

You’re perplexed, you weren’t sure what you were supposed to do, if you told him he’s being catfished you’d lose the flow of side cash you’ve developed but if you didn’t, isn’t that just wrong. And the more you look at him from under the stars, he’s rather cute; you suddenly feel bad for slapping his face earlier.

“Do you want to get some coffee?”

Your offer sends him over the moon, he’s walking alongside you to the nearest convenience; Atsumu is rather talkative, bringing up topics of everything and anything that comes to his mind. As the two of you look over drink options in the cooler, his hands pull two cans of black coffee.

“You’re favorite right?” He holds one out to you.

Your actively smiling, biting your lower lip and wondering if you needed to play along with the role but as he stares at you with such adoring eyes, it makes your heart skip a beat just taking in the fact that he would remember something trivial over text.

“Actually.” You place the drink back, opting for a sweeter caramel macchiato, “I would say that this is my favorite.”

Atsumu quirks a brow, “Are you saying you were lying to me?” He places a hand over his heart, “And here I thought we were soulmates.”

Your hand smacks against his arm, “Shut up.”

“So what are you studying for?” Atsumu sips his drink, the two of you leaning against the windows of the convenience store. There’s a slight sway in his body and you’ve unknowingly followed his movements.

“Literature. Once I graduate, an internship is probably where I’ll start but I’m hoping I can get hired into a publishing company.” He’s comfortable to be with and you aren’t sure if it’s because he thinks he knows you or because his presence is just like that; comfortable.

Atsumu finishes off his canned beverage, “And you do that, all on top of running a foodie Instagram.”

From what you gathered on a quick skim of the account; they have your occupation as a lower level food blog; it’s rather funny. You can only nod to him, “It’s just a side hobby really.”

“Well maybe I could join you on one of your little adventures.”

You try to suppress the immense grin that wants to grow on your lips, there’s an internal battle happening of whether you should tell him or not but once again, the way he looks at you, the cute doe eyed look; it puts butterflies in your stomach.

“How about tomorrow?” He lets out a small gasp, your hands pull out your cell phone and offer it to him, “Your number?”

“I’m free for lunch, just text me when and where.”

You press the number he’s inserted into his contact; in a second his cell rings and he’s showing off his screen, “Don’t message me on Instagram though, I’m detoxing from social media for a bit. Just, text my number.”

He walks you to the curb, helping you flag down a cab, and you give him one last gleeful glance before getting into the car. As you sit, you’re quick to dial Suna’s number. You know he’s probably sleeping but the light feeling in your heart overrides his sleep schedule.

“What?” He’s groaning.

“Suna listen to me carefully. The prank that you guys are doing.” You hear a small snore, “Suna!” He jolts awake and you groan, “You know what, go back to sleep.”

“Thanks.” He hangs up immediately.

Your phone dings, Atsumu’s name pops up. Can’t wait for our date. You bite on your thumb, a smile on you before you respond.

Although having just seen him forty minutes ago, you two text back and forth. First he wondered if you arrived home safe, next he sent pictures of himself insisting it’s for you to choose for his icon, then he proceeds to narrate his way home. You wonder if you’re responding like catfish you but the more he brings up random topics, the more you forget about that stupid prank.

Wait let me call you.

Your heart beats faster, your phone lighting up with his name. You press the answer button slowly, “Hello?” You giggle.

“You’re telling me that you like spikers more than setters.” His voice is nearly screaming and you lean back on your chair laughing into the phone.

The quick research you did on his team had you watching short videos, and while you had to admit it was amazing to watch, your eyes drifted more to one of his teammates than him, “What’s his name?” You lean to look at your computer screen, “Bokuto Koutarou?”

“No!” He’s whining out into the air, “If I had known you were a spiker girl I would have changed positions.”

Your eyes catch the time on your laptop, “Woah. It’s three in the morning.” That meant you had spent over four hours total texting him and now you were on the phone with him, “What are you doing awake?”

He blows out a breath of air, “I could ask you the same thing.”

“Well.” You draw out the word, dragging your self to your bed, “I’m going to go to sleep now.” There’s a pause on the line, “Atsumu?” He hums tiredly, “Good night.”

There’s a small snore from him before he shifts around, “Good night.”

The morning light urges you awake, for a second you peak at your phone’s time and it nears ten in the morning. You’re about to throw your phone back onto the bedside table until Atsumu’s name catches your eye. For having gone to bed at three a.m. he shot you a text at seven.

Morning beautiful.

It was sweet, simple, and it made you smile; giving you the extra push to get out of bed. You stalked your own catfish page, there hadn’t seemed to be any updates so there was still time. A quick search of the internet has you picking out a random restaurant nearby and you send off a text to Atsumu about a meeting time.

You were late, pushing through the doors of the restaurant, your eyes scan the place to see him raise a hand for you. He’s dashingly handsome despite being in casual wear, you wonder if he spent time like you did just trying to pick out an outfit or if he spent forever gelling his hair as long as you tried to get your strands into the perfect waves.

“Sorry, did you wait long?” You pull into the seat in front of him.

He’s smiling and you hope to god that when you break the news to him, he’ll still smile for you, “I just got here not too long ago too.” He looks over the menu quickly, “What do you think you’ll get?”

You inspect each dish, a light hum on you as you dance around the option, “The spaghetti sounds nice.”

Atsumu tilts his head, “It has red meat in it.” You stare blankly at him, “Aren’t you allergic to red meat?”

“Oh.” You set the menu down, “Actually.” He follows your actions, you’ve become nervous at what you’re suddenly about to do, “There’s something you should know.”

“Fuck this!” Atsumu throws the napkin on the table, you jump as he harshly stands, throwing the chair back.

“Atsumu.” You stand.

“No! Don’t. Were you just messing with me then? Did Osamu tell you I was going to be at the bar last night?” Atsumu’s fist ball, “You know what, whatever.”

“Wait.” You follow him behind, “Atsumu. I’m sorry.”

He harshly turns to you, god, even in sunlight you were beautiful to him. He wants to laugh, the month he spent talking to the fake you; yeah that was all bullshit to him but honestly when he saw you last night, when he spent over four hours actually talking to you; he actually felt that maybe this could be something deeper.

“I’m really sorry, I know I should have said something right away.” You have a soft pout on you and it makes him outwardly groan.

He runs a hand through his hair, “Okay, it’s fine. I probably deserved this prank too anyways; must have pissed him off somehow.” He waves a hand, “You can just go back to doing whatever.”

Your hand pulls on his wrist, “I owe you a meal.” You bat your eyes with a cheeky grin, “If you take pictures of me, we can send them to Suna and use the money for our food.”

“Oh.” He begins to smile, “I like that idea.”

Back into Osamu’s office, Atsumu has now pulled you onto his lap, your head resting on his shoulder with arms hanging around his shoulders. The two bachelors stare at the sickly loving sight.

A lightbulb goes off in Suna’s head, “Wait! My money!”

You snort a laugh into Atsumu’s shoulder, “Hey, I earned that fair and square. You paid for goods.”

Osamu is having a staring contest with his brother, “So you two have been actually dating for two months? Why would you still message the catfish account then, why not just kick my ass when you found out?”

Atsumu taps a finger on his chin, “Well, I was just originally going to ghost you guys but then babe here and I discovered that we could fund all of our dates with Suna’s money. We even started setting aside leftover cash from our dates to plan a trip.”

You giggle, “We’re going to Disney next weekend.”

“All the pictures.” Suna whispers.

There’s an amused hum in your throat, “Honestly I’m surprised you guys didn’t figure it out. We were dropping hints in the photos.”

Indeed, the two males looked at the pictures you sent them. If they backtracked to two months ago, there wouldn’t be any hints but the closer they get to the present; it was painfully obvious. They were just too caught up in their excitement to even notice. In one photo, part of Atsumu’s shoulder and hair was just barely in the picture; another had his reflection vividly displayed in the window of the restaurant, and somehow Osamu and Suna missed the obvious Black Jackals jacket sitting on the back of the chair next to you.

The two boys were having a mental breakdown.

You shifted on Atsumu’s lap, leaning forward to tap against the top of Osamu’s phone, “Now, if you’d please deactivate the account since this whole charade is over.”

Osamu ended up not deleting the account. He set the account to private because seeing how his brother was so deeply entranced by you, Osamu had a feeling this one was going to last and he was right; on Atsumu’s wedding day, his little best-man speech had him whipping out the catfish Instagram to display on the monitor for everyone to see.

#haikyuu #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu scenarios #osamu #suna #atsumu

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nad-zeta · 3 years ago

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Mitsuhide- Mealtime Mayhem

Fandom: Ikesen

Pairings: Mitsuhide x Reader

Genre: Fluffffff

Words: 1700+

Comments: Eeeeep HAPPY BIRTHDAY MINEKO!!!! Whooop Whooop! //dances around ❤❤Hope you have the best day! ❤😳🥺! 🥺😳❤🌈 @mineko811

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You reached for the doorknob of your shared apartment, key turning slowly as you went to step inside. Feet aching after the long day at work, you passed through the doorway, excited to greet your lover but instead being met with a puff of white smoke. Your hand shot up to cover your mouth as a cough ripped through your chest. You dared to trudge deeper into the apartment, kicking your heels off and leaving the door ajar— in hopes that the smoke would disperse to hopefully at least restore some of your vision.

You felt around the room blindly, cautiously walking to avoid stubbing your unsuspecting toes against any chair legs or counter corners.

You spotted him there— amid the smoke— white hair blending in all so perfectly. That dense mist-like smoke creating an eerie feel of mystery and danger, perfect to disguise the mischievous fox within. You couldn’t help but think it suited him.

You sauntered up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and standing up onto the very top of your tippy toes to peek over his shoulder to see the absolute disaster he was creating. “Whatcha making there love?” you asked curiously, giving him a loving peck on the cheek.

Mitsuhide turned around, a snakelike smile plastered across his features as if there was nothing out of the ordinary— as if he wasn’t there setting your house on fire with his culinary train smash.

He expertly evaded the question— master of avoidance and deception— or so he liked to claim—standing in front of the smoking mess, to shield it from your prying eyes. “Welcome home, my dearest mouse,” he beamed, holding your cheeks hostage between his hands to keep your eyes focused solely on him.

To humour him or not to humour him, that is the question?

Making your choice, you ducked down around him, shaking your head at the scene in front of you. “What in the world? Are you trying to imitate your latest investigation?” you teased, shooting him a playful little grin over your shoulder.

“It’s nothing to be concerned with, my dearest; now pray tell how your day has been,” he hummed out, trying once more to distract you with hands falling onto your hips, nuzzling his nose against you lovingly.

“My day,” you started, sparing the dodgy pan a final glance before turning to shrug off your coat as you took up residence atop a nearby kitchen counter. “ Was busy as usual, nothing to write home about,” you reported nonchalantly.

It was a long and tedious day, filled with the usual work, politics and chaos, certainly not the most ideal way you wanted to spend your birthday. On the contrary, you wanted nothing more than to spend your birthday at home, with Mitsu. Guilt tugged at your heart when you thought back to the morning— being greeted with soft cuddles and golden eyes filled with a dazzling glint of excitement at the prospect of a day off. He rarely got time off, and your heart sank even further, knowing the amount of effort and strings that needed to be pulled to allow it. Yet alas, the universe had different plans for you, as shortly after hearing out all the thrilling plans he had made, you had gotten a call summoning you into work.

“Whiskey?” you sighed out, breaking the comfortable silence that fell between the two of you. Without waiting for an answer, you reach across the counter to take hold of the whiskey bottle and two glasses. You poured the golden liquid into the glasses, adding a few ice cubes before holding one out towards Mitsuhide.

“My, are you certain you would not like to write home about your day? The stiff drink certainly is telling, mouse”, he teased with amusement and hints of concern, swishing the knife in the air casually before cutting up some onions and throwing it with the unidentified contents of the still smoking pan.

“Would you write back if I do,” you met his tease with a tired smile, handing him his drink and clicking your glass with his.

Mitsuhide simply shook his head, chuckling while taking a sip of the golden rye. “If your heart desires it, little one, now wash up. Dinner shall be ready momentarily,” he nodded, turning back the pan and adding some water from the kettle with brows furrowed in concentration, causing even more smoke to rise up.

You hummed contently, hopping off the counter, changing from your work clothes into your PJs— not wanting to linger too long; after all, you did want a kitchen to come back to. You crossed the threshold of the dining room only to see Mitsuhide set out two bowls onto the dining table with a proud smirk plastered across his face.

You swallowed, preparing yourself for the horror that was the meal you were to eat. Making your way closer, you inspected the bowl of goo with wide eyes. “So what do we have on the menu tonight chef,“ you asked, slipping into your seat—hoping to delay the inevitable as long as possible.

Mitsuhide shrugged and booped your nose in response, “just a simple meal made with love.”

You hummed, picking up a fork —ooh, you could not bring it over your heart to take a bite— so instead, you just moved the food around in the bowl like a fussy child at dinner time.

“Gracious, you’re not even touching your food, my love. Here, shall I help you.”

He scooped up a healthy helping of the sludge-like substance onto a spoon and held it out for you to taste. Your lips pursed, eyes narrowing at its contents. What in the 7 hells was this supposed to be? He brought the spoon closer to your lips, leaning forward to rest his chin on his other hand.

“Come now, little one, how are you to grow into a mighty mouse if you don’t eat the special birthday meal your husband lovingly prepared for you, hmm."

“I don’t think I will grow at all if I eat that; if anything, I think death will be imminent,” you quipped back.

“My my, how you wound me so, if you keep rejecting me, I may very well just burst into tears,” Mitsuhide sighed out dramatically, bringing his hand over his heart in mock hurt— yet the way his golden eyes shone told you he was anything but hurt.

“Fine! Fine!” you finally huffed out, turning your face back, wrapping your hand around his to bring the spoon to your mouth. Only a little taste, you thought with a gulp. You stopped short of your lips, praying to any and every god that you would be spared from the horrors of food poisoning.

Oh, how he tried, it warmed your heart, really it did, but the culinary genius inside you was screaming. Finally, you closed your lips around the spoon, letting the flavours coat your tongue; whatever it was, it was beyond fixing, so much so that you could almost hear Gordon Ramsay’s comments of the meal echoing in your head. Of course, the texture would be fine, Mitsuhide could execute that part well enough, but the taste, GOD, the flavour was a dead giveaway of a certain someone’s taste or rather lack thereof.

You swallowed the contents, trying to school your features into a carefree smile, only the delicate muscles of your face had not gotten the memo, instead pulling into a sour, scrunched up expression. “Mmm, this is great,” you managed to get out, sounding far less sincere than you had meant it to.

Mitsuhide, on the other hand, burst into a fit of cackling laughter. You realized then, you had been played. The cackling continued even after you narrowed your eyes, sending him an icy glare,” oh dearest, this is precisely why I love teasing you so.”

You crossed your arms and turned your face away with a ‘Hmpf.’

He tried to get your attention, but each time you turned away with a huff. “Has a cat caught my darling wife’s tongue,” came the amused words from the man you loved so dearly as he curled a stray lock of your hair around his fingers.

You dared to cautiously sneak a glance at him, only to see a broad grin littered with mischief. You quickly turned your face away once more, fearing he might see straight past your pouting facade. With mischief marrying his eyes, his hands moved toward your sides to tickle you mercilessly, “perhaps I shall use my skills as a detective to get you talking.”

You held out as long as you could, but the ticklish sensation caused laughter to bubble from your chest, “M-Mitsu s-stop, -stop,” uncontrollable laughter wasn’t the only sound to file into the room as your stomach let go of a large growl in hunger.

Of course, you had not eaten all day and, that, whatever it was, was less than satisfying to the taste buds.

Mitsuhide continued to chuckle as he shook his head, pulling out his phone to give it a sparring glance, “truly you amuse me to no end, my love.”

He leaned forward to kiss the tip of your nose while gracefully swooping up the unfinished bowl of goop. Taking elegant strides back to the kitchen, he shot you a smile from over his shoulder, “the pizza should be here soon,” the confession finally came.

Jumping from your seat, you ran after him. “You massive troll!” you accused, rolling your eyes and reclaiming your spot on the countertop to wait for the ACTUAL food to arrive while watching him clean his mess.

“How you flatter me so,” he purred out, slithering closer to you. That earned him another roll of the eyes, yet, you still found yourself inching closer to rest your forehead against his as you exchanged loving smiles. He met your soft lips in a fleeting kiss, then, hand coming up to cradle the back of your head.

“Happy birthday, my dearest,” was all he said, planting one more kiss onto your lips. You felt him slip something into your hair, and before you could question, his phone rang, causing him to turn on his heel and attend to it.

With a dazzling smile, you gazed upon the bellflower pin he had placed into your hair. His features softened as he matched your smile with one full of love for you. One thing was for sure, Mitsuhide may be an incorrigible tease, but you knew when it came down to it, he loved you with all his heart.

#akechi mitsuhide #ikemen mitsuhide #mitsuhide fanfic #mitsuhide akechi x reader #ikesen akechi mitsuhide #mitsuhide akechi #ikesen mitsuhide akechi #ikemen sengoku fic #Happy birthday mineko!#Here is a lil sneki boy to make the day a little sweeter

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lady-z-writes · 3 years ago

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A little preview...

So I normally don't post upcoming stuff for a fic I'm writing, but this scene with Heisenberg x fem!reader was just too much. Ended up sharing about it in a server I'm a part of and...here's a little preview of some smut coming up in my multi-chapter fic, What Lies Beneath

The following is NSFW...

Summary for below the cut: Reader and Heisenberg show up to a "family" meeting at the church. While they wait for the others, Heisy wants reader to blow him in one of the pews. Reader ends up fingering herself, mid-blowjob, and doesn't get to climax before the other Lords start showing up for the meeting. Lots of teasing ensues during the meeting because Heisy loves to play...

“We shouldn’t,” she urges, pressing against him in an attempt to get him to stop.

It’s dangerous she’s even this close to him, considering they could get ambushed by anyone.

Still, he insists on entering the church together and she’s forced to pull away from him for appearances sake. He’s smirking at her over his shoulder, finding this whole thing humorous. She shoots him a glare.

Moreau is the only one there already and he mumbles something to Heisenberg about Mother being late.

“Yeah, yeah. You’ll be fine.” Heisenberg glances at her, nods down the hall. It takes her a moment, but she realizes what he’s suggesting and she shakes her head. He rolls his eyes, takes matters into his own hands. “Why don’t you wait by the door for her?”

Moreau seems giddy about this idea and [Y/N] watches him shuffle to the main door. The minute Moreau is out of eyeshot, Heisenberg grips her by the arm and drags her where he wants. She struggles, but only for a minute.

“Are you nuts?”

“Maybe a little,” he chuckles. [Y/N] pulls her arm back. His face falls. “Fine. Have it your way.”

He pulls her deeper into the church now, seats himself down in a pew in the nave, and shoves [Y/N] to her knees.

Gaping at him, she shakes her head while he grips her hair.

“Heisenberg,” she hisses, trying to push herself up.

“You wanted it this way, kitten,” he shakes his head, using his other hand to unbuckle and unzip. “But that’s fine, waste more time.”

His grip in her hair is painful and if she understands anything about him, she knows there’s no way of getting out of this.

They’ll be here any minute.

Quickly, she pulls his pants open just enough for his cock to spring out. He groans at the knowledge that she’s actually obliging. Shifting his grip on her hair, he adjusts in the pew, feels the weight of her arms draping over his thighs, one hand groping at his hip, the other around his dick.

“Good girl…” he coos as she takes his cock in her mouth.

Her tongue swirls around his head before she deepthroats once. Such a tease. Always such a tease. A flat tongue traces over the underside of his dick, lapping up to the tip again. She tenses her tongue, uses the tip of it to play with his frenulum. The sensitivity causes Heisenberg to buck his hips toward her mouth, moan aloud.

She startles, surely nervous to have him being so loud but it only urges him on. He’s smirking, she notices, and though she’s nervous she can’t help but be completely aroused by this.

“I’ll sit here all meeting if I have to. You know that,” his voice is sultry, whispered just for her to hear.

She steps up her game, using her hand to jerk him off while her mouth continues to pleasure him as well. The precum she tastes means he’s liking what she’s doing.

“Guess I didn’t – mmm – spell out my rules well enough, huh?” he pants out. “I’ll let it slide this time, ungh…kitten.”

She’s focusing on his pleasure and speeding things up but she’s also very aware of her own throbbing arousal. Pressing her legs together tighter, she moans at the stimulation.

Heisenberg stares at her. “You’re loving this, aren’t you?” he cackles to which she deepthroats him repeatedly to get him to shut up. It works, but instead he’s moaning her name.

She can feel his dick tensing, the muscles in his thighs flexing, making the pew creak. It’s at this point that she removes her hand from his hip, uses it to put pressure on her clit.

Heisenberg watches every second – loves the way her mouth feels on him, how her hands grip him at the perfect intensity, how into this she is. He’d normally force her to stop touching herself, but he’s so fucking intrigued he can’t look away. Her fingers have trailed up her skirt and the filthy woman is fingering herself while she mouthfucks him in a church.

Heisenberg can’t hold back much longer – not with the way her throat feels against his tip, not with how talented that tongue is, and surely not when he hears her slick wetness as her fingers slip inside her cunt.

With a string of moans, he spills in her mouth, using his grip on her hair to thrust as deep as possible; give her every last drop. [Y/N] is moaning around his cock and, though his eyes are closed, he can still hear her fingers gliding in and out of herself.

Swallowing him down, she keeps her mouth on him as he starts the comedown but he pulls his hips back from her because she’s overstimulating him. With nothing to block the moans, she buries her face in his thigh, hides her expression as she nears her climax.

“Ohhh, fuck, buttercup,” he gasps, stroking her hair gently, his voice laced with pleasure. “You gonna cum for me? Hm? You gonna cum on your fingers for a job well done getting your master off in a church?” he chuckles and she’s completely gone – passed the point of no return. “And I’ll let you. I’ll let you because, baby girl, you did so good.” A few more strokes to her g-spot and she’s there. “Oh…? Oh…shit, honey…” he’s laughing at her and for a second she stills, listening.

Over the sound of her heartbeat in her ears, she can hear someone talking. No. No, no, no, they’re here already?

A sob leaves her mouth as she looks up at him from his crotch. He’s pleased, so fucking pleased with the sight of her – hair a mess, swollen lips, pupils dilated, chest heaving.

The voice of Lady Dimitrescu is apparent now, echoing in the nave as she enters. Heisenberg glances over his shoulder as [Y/N] debates if she should try to finish – but that edge is waning due to the new company.

“Up. Now,” Heisenberg speaks through gritted teeth, quickly zipping, buttoning, and buckling up.

A shaky breath that’s on the verge of a sob, she huffs in the pew beside him. Her hands come up to wipe her mouth, smooth her hair, swipe the tears from her eyes. Heisenberg takes another glance back, notices he has a second, and pops her slick-covered finger in his mouth – tasting her, tongue dancing across her skin.

A whimper leaves her before she purses her lips. Heisenberg is so humored by this.

He leaves her side, goes to greet Alcina with some witty, snide remark. She doesn’t even notice [Y/N].

Eyes wide, [Y/N] glances around the room, looking for an escape of some sort. Maybe she could rush to the bathroom – make an excuse – finish off in there…

And then Heisenberg is calling her into the conversation; something about her wanting to try Alcina’s wine.

“Oh, my dear girl! I’ve stored some bottles in the kitchen here. Would you fetch them for us?” she calls.

Perfect – an excuse. She could almost weep a thank you to Karl as she gets up and tries to walk, as composed as possible, to the kitchen. His eyes are on her. She can feel them.

Alone in the kitchen, she decides to take a breath and focus: get the wine and glasses before trying to finger fuck herself.

It’s fairly empty so it’s not hard. A wine opener sits on the counter too and she rushes to open the bottle, tries to mentally work herself up again so it’s not a problem reaching her climax quickly.

Bottle open, everything spread out, shielded by the counter, [Y/N] starts to pull her long skirt up –

“[Y/N]?” Lady Dimitrescu ducks into the doorway, startling her enough for her to drop the fabric back down. “Oh, I see you’ve found the opener as well. Very good.”

“I-I’m excited to try it,” she stutters out, clearing her throat as the Lady picks up the bottle. She struggles to hide her swollen lips, looking away when Alcina tries to look closer at her.

Heisenberg is in the hallway, just beyond Lady Dimitrescu – smirking. Of course.

“Come, now, child. We’re needed in the vestry.”

[Y/N] follows, grabbing the glasses with shaking hands. As she passes Heisenberg, he tips his hat at her, that devilish smirk taunting her.

No one behind them, he places a hand on her ass as they walk. This whole sneaking around thing is way too much fun, he thinks.

Donna and Moreau are in the vestry, seated at the middle table. Alcina takes the bottle to the front, naturally, overachiever.

As [Y/N] gets her glass filled with wine, Heisenberg takes one of the two seats at the back table. She glances up at everyone in the room, notices the only empty seat.

“Back of the class,” Heisenberg cackles.

The front board is covered with a hand-drawn map of the village. [Y/N] takes her seat and tries to distract herself.

Heisenberg is smug beside her, running his hands over his facial hair to make that delicious scratch that she loves.

He watches her cross her legs, sip her wine, stare at the front of the room. A quiet chuckle comes from him. Slowly he starts rolling up his sleeves, exposing his muscled forearms. [Y/N] inhales sharply and he is so enjoying this.

Miranda joins them shortly, instantly cutting to information regarding the upcoming culling. Maps of the village contained information on houses, villagers, livestock. [Y/N] tries to focus, but once the lights dim, Heisenberg has his hand on her thigh and she’s trying to calm down.

She gives it a few minutes, waits for Miranda to introduce their next steps.

It’s so damn hard to focus though and every few minutes she’s switching one leg over the other just to have some sort of stimulation.

Heisenberg’s hand doesn’t leave her no matter her movements. He notices her shifting, bites back a laugh.

Lackadaisically, he lifts her wine glass to his lips, takes a sip, swallows, hums. The rumble of his throat makes her squeeze her thighs together tightly. He starts touching his facial hair again, the sound against his leather gloves so arousing.

“You just gotta ask nice,” he barely whispers.

She’s afraid they’ll be caught; afraid someone already heard his comment. Yet, when his fingers just barely graze over her cunt, she covers her mouth and inhales sharply.

“Please,” she whispers.

She breaks.

“Absolutely.”

He doesn’t lift her skirt like she hoped, but the pressure of his fingers against her clit is enough to bring her right back to that moment: with her face in his lap, her fingers buried between her thighs.

Talented fingers tense over her clit, massaging up and down. Holding her breath, she closes her eyes in hopes to focus on her orgasm. Biting her lower lip, she barely bucks up against his hand.

Heisenberg’s free hand is pressed against his cheek, elbow on the table. He hides his smirk as he hears a soft, shaky breath leave her. Good. Good girl.

The orgasm is powerful, breathtaking, considering she was refused a release before. Heisenberg’s fingers are relentless and she’s so impressed he can coax her to peak so quickly. Here, in this room, after she blew him – her lips still swollen, mouth tasting of a mixture of wine and his cum.

Her eyes shoot open as she takes in the scene around her. No one else pays her any mind, but Heisenberg is staring, hungry, pants tented again.

She’s breathless once more.

#heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg x reader #heisenberg x you #karl heisenberg x you #smut #karl heisenberg

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andilovetowrite · 4 years ago

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Party Favors P.P

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: When trying to convince Peter to go to a party with you, a few secrets are revealed about a certain web-slinger’s crush, with your dad hanging onto every word. Total fluff here, guys!

Using the prompt: “come on, I can’t go to the party alone!”

Warnings: Nothing terrible, a swear word or two, I think. Just a lot of Flustered!Peter….. Oh, and Liz Allen being a prominent wing woman. Some suggestiveness as well. Sprinkles of angst but ends in fluff

Posted: April 30, 2021

Word Count: 3.2k

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“Pleaseee”, you pleaded, begging your best friend, “pretty please?” Peter Parker, the neighbour hood’s protector, Spiderman, an Avenger and your best friend stood in the middle of the room, arms crossed while he indignantly shook his head.

“Nope. Now way Y/N”

“C’mon, Pete. Just one time? Please, please, please?”

Peter sighed, raising his chocolate brown eyes to meet your Y/E/C eyes. “Is it necessary? Like life and death?”

“Yes! It is! Well, it saves lives and prevents death. And I need your help with this.”

Peter pursed his lips, looking a whole lot like a family member of yours you recently spoke to. “What’s in it for me?”

“Well, for starters, payback… Like the time I had to tell the press that ‘intern’ Peter Parker was doing a brilliant job working for my dad.”

“Yeah, I guess. But could you blame me? Y/N Stark saying to the world that I do a great job working as an intern was a sure way to make Flash shut up.”

“Ah, I get it. You’re just using me for my name!” you said, clasping a hand to your chest, faking hurt. Pretending to wipe off a tear, you whispered sorrowfully, “Another one bites the dust…”

“Uh-huh. And we are sure the amazing Y/N Stark didn’t have fun winding up Flash the next day at school when you strolled in and gave me an Intern Of The Month award in front of him?”

You laughed, remembering the moment fondly. “That was one of your better plans…”

Then you snapped out of your memories, smiling slightly. “Nuh-uh. You don’t get to make me reminisce about cute stories and get out of this deal. It’s happening.”, you said, gesturing to the two of you.

Peter groaned, falling back on your chair. “Dang it. I thought that would distract you for a while. But seriously? Do you want me to get killed?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, walking over to him. “Nobody is going to kill you! The party is at Liz’s house, and you’re Spiderman! Nobody can kill you.” For some reason, Peter face flushed pink when you mentioned Liz’s name.

But then he retorted. “Well, I’m not worried about our classmates. Or my enemies. I’m worried about… Mr Stark.” Peter said this almost worriedly, looking around, eyes locking onto his suit, which he grabbed, throwing it up into his attic.

Doubling over in laughter at his expression, you shakily walked over to your bed, jumping on it. “Why- why would you be afraid of my dad?!”

“Well, he specifically said you aren’t allowed to go to parties, but you want me to go with you to one of the biggest parties of the year.”

“Okay, well… that’s the reason you are coming with me. My dad said, and I quote. If one, just one, smart person attends that party, then you are allowed to go. And that’s where you come in. You are the ‘smart person!”

Peter chuckled, scratching the back of his neck, obviously relieved. “Uh, I don’t think that’s what he meant.”

“Oh, I know. But we are Starks. We never mean what we say.”, you say, backhandedly. “So, are you in?”

“Y/N, you know I love you, but…”

“Peter. I’m so sorry I have to do this, but… I’m going to have to use the best friend card.”

Peter gasped, looking at you in shock. “No, you didn’t.”

“Well, come on, I can’t go to the party alone!” you exclaim, jumping on the bed.

“Why can’t you go alone?”

“Why don’t you like parties?” you shoot back, turning to look at him, admiring the small clusters of freckles that adorn his face.

“I-I like parties. Just not Liz Allen’s parties.”

“Oh really?” you say, propping yourself up on your elbows, “that’s not what I heard when you and Ned went to her party in Freshmen year.”

“That… was different.”

Smiling victoriously, you let out a giggle. “Sure it wassss” He turned bright red again, turning away from you. You felt a pang in your heart, wondering why he was acting strange. “Wait, Peter, do you still like her?” You asked this, feeling your stomach sink down.

He flipped around so quickly; you. were sure he could’ve broken something. “No, NO, not at all.”

You squinted, trying to figure out what was wrong, but gave it up, vowing to figure it out later. “Alright, so will you come with me to the party?”

Peter looked at me, breaking into a grin. “Of course, I shall accompany you to the party, m’lady.”

“Well, thank you so much, my good man.”, you said in a horrible British accent. He smiled at me, his eyes crinkling as he glowed in the evening light. And as the two of you laughed, falling back into the bed, you wondered if you should tell Peter that you liked him.

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Soon, the day of the party arrived, and you honestly couldn’t wait for it. You bought a short dark blue dress, pairing it with some golden accessories and a pair of sneakers. Slipping them on, you headed into the driveway, making sure no one was around before activating your suit, flying off the ground and to Peter’s house. As you arrived, you knocked on the door, shifting from side to side, worried if you had worn too much for a casual party, but you were pleasantly surprised to see Peter dressed up nicely, dark blue jeans and a white shirt, a comfy sweater hanging off his shoulders.

“Woah,” Peter said, looking at you with adoration in his eyes, “you look amazing Y/N!”

You blushed, looking down. “Thanks, Pete, you look great as well.” Peter became red at your comment, not saying anything but holding his arm out to you instead. Looping your elbow through his, you went down to the car where May was going to take you to Liz’s house.

Arriving there, the music was blaring loud, the clinks of glass bottles in the air, while about 50 students and friends stood around the vast house, chatting and drinking.

“Hey guys!” Liz greeted, smiling warmly at us. “Come on in. We have drinks and snacks at the pool, DJ in the living room and a game of truth or dare upstairs.”

“Let’s do truth or dare”, you said, looking at Peter to see if it was alright. He nodded, letting Liz lead the way. Walking upstairs, we came into a guest bedroom, where about ten,eople were sitting in a circle, looking totally wasted.

“Is there alcohol?”, you asked, worried.

Liz laughed. “No no, they just all gotta act drunk. Gave them the dare.”

“Ah alright.” Peter said, glancing at me. Going over, you sat down, seated between Flash and Peter.

“Heyy Penis Parker. Hey there Stark.” He said, spitting out Peter’s fun nickname, but said yours flirtatiously. Almost glaring at him, you muttered back.

“Hello, Flash. What horrible thing are you doing on this evening?”

“Oh, nothing much. Just wondering why you walked in with Penis Parker here and not someone who can actually handle you. And your wealth and fame.”

Scoffing, you turn towards Peter, whose face is almost red with fury. You could see him clenching his fists, which he rarely does. You knew he was minutes away from punching Flash, but you didn’t want to make a whole scene, so you did something you never would have thought to do.

You grabbed Peter’s hand and kissed the back of it, leaning into him. You felt him tense behind you, breathing heavily. “Well Flash, who else would I come with if not the guy I have a crush on? Only seems fair rather than someone who makes a fool out of your best friend.”

Flash’s eyes went wide, looking between Peter and you, but then he cackled. Yeah, you said cackled. It’s what it sounds like. He doubled over, hitting his knee. “No way. I love this. Y/N Stark making Peter Parker, an intern of her multi-billion dollar father, and pretending to date him! There is no way in hell Penis Parker could get someone like you.” Flash said this maliciously, glaring at Peter.

You felt Peter lose his crip on you, taking in a sharp intake of air. “He’s right”, Peter whispered softly into your ear, his voice shaky and choked.

“Peter no!”, but it was too late. He stood up, walking out of the room at lightning speed. You glared at Flash but didn’t wait around, instead of running to find Peter. You ran to the stairs, where you saw him ask MJ where Liz was. Confused why he might want to talk to Liz, you walked down the stairs, staying out of his sights for the moment. You followed him as he walked into Liz’s room, leaving the door ajar. Tiptoeing to stand outside the room, you leaned against the wall, trying to make out what Peter was saying to Liz.

Peter’s POV

I ran down the stairs, quickly asking MJ where Liz was. I could hear someone’s heartbeat loud and clear, but I just assumed that it was my own. Ugh, I hate Flash. But it’s not like he was wrong. Y/N wouldn’t ever like me. She was just being a good friend by sticking up for me to a guy I should’ve beaten up long ago. I could feel my teeth grit together as I walked to Liz’s bedroom, knocking.

“Hey Peter, what’s wrong?”

I wiped my eyes on the back of my hand. Explaining to her what happened, she sat me down on the bed, rubbing my back. I could see the fury in her eyes when I told her about Flash.

“I have half a mind to go out and kick him out of my house.”

“It’s fine. But how do I tell her?”

Liz thought for a moment, and then lowered her voice down a bit, quickly glancing over to the door. Scruching my eyebrows, I wondered why she was now whispering but went along with it.

“Why don’t you pretend I’m Y/N. Tell her how you feel. Trust me, she will say yes.”

“Uh okay”, I said, not having too much of a problem, since I had this infront of the mirror dozens of times. “Hey-y. I just wanted to tell you something. I really really like you!”

“Louder”, Liz said, looking at me then at the door.

“Um, I really like you. Well, not just like. I literally love you. I love the way that you are sweet and charming, but also hard and firm. You look like a goddess, whether you are working out or going out in the city. Whenever you come over next to me, my senses go crazy because I am just so in love with you. I know you probably don’t think of me this way, but I had to get it off my chest.”

I finished rambling, when I saw Liz’s wide eyes. “Why? Was that too much?” I was worried, standing up quick.

Liz saw my expression, shaking her head hard. “No no, you’re good. But you gotta come with me right now. I-um know a way to get you and Y/N to like each other by the end of today”

Grabbing my hand, she pulled me up, pulling me quickly through the crowd, into a small closet at the end of the hall. “Okay, wait here”, she said, running off. I stood there, bouncing from side to side, wondering what Liz was doing. But I got my answer quite quickly when she ran back, basically pulling Y/N. “Come here!”, she said, pushing her to me.

“Okay, guys. I hope you two don’t hate me but this has to be done”, was all Liz said before she threw open the door behind us, pushing us both in with shocking strength and closing us in darkness. I reached to open the door but found it locked.

Y/N’s POV

Peter looked at the door, then glanced back at me. “It’s locked”, he said simply, scratching his neck, something he did when he was nervous.

“No shit sherlock. But did you forget, you are Spiderman? Just break it.”

He shook his head, mumbling something about not wanting to break Liz’s stuff. You rolled your eyes, sighing. You rummaged through your pocket, finding a small hairpin. Pushing him aside, you jammed it in, nudging it around until you heard a little click.

“There, it’s now open”, you said sarcastically, leaning back.

“Woah, I’ve never seen you do that!”

“Yeah, well, I don’t usually break open locks, do I?”

Peter picked up on your attitude, leaning back as well, sitting on the floor, making me look at him expectantly.

“Why don’t you just go back to your girlfriend?” you said bitterly, turning away from Peter. He scrunched his eyebrows, confused.

“What girlfriend?” he asked, trying to make space in the small closet.

“Liz. I heard you telling her how much you loved her earlier. An entire freaking speech if I remember correctly.”

He looked confused until his eyes lit up in recognition. “Wait-you thought, what- me and Liz, huh?”

“Yeah, aren’t you and Liz together? Or did she turn you down?”

Peter chuckled, eyes softening as he looked at me. “I don’t love Liz. I don’t even like her. What you heard earlier was Liz helping me out. Practising if you might.”

“Who was Liz pretending to be?”, you asked, disappointed.

“Well, she is smart, kind, badass and absolutely ethereal. She has such a strong spirit and is great at bringing people up. I have loved her for three years. Which, ironically, is how much time we have been best friends. By the way, her dad’s also Tony Stark”, Peter says this, coming closer to you, one hand coming up to hold your cheek gingerly. Searching in your eyes for confirmation, he leaned closer slowly, giving you enough time if you wanted to move away, but you didn’t, instead of moving up the last few inches and making your lips collide with his.

Time stopped as you pressed your lips together, hand finding its way to his curls, roughly holding on to them, while Peter held your waist, not wanting to let you go. You could’ve kissed Peter forever, but the need for oxygen became too much.

Pulling away from Peter, you rested your forehead on his, smiling contently. “I love you”, Peter whispered, cupping your face lightly, holding you at arm’s length.

Giving a small laugh at his nervousness, you kissed him softly, feeling him relax against you. “I love you too, Peter Parker.”

Peter grinned back at me with his signature smile, but the moment ended when we heard a loud bang from outside. “What the hell?” you exclaimed, running to the door; Peter following your footsteps. You could see Peter from the corner of your eye pull his shirt back slightly, revealing a pair of web-shooters he had underneath. Pushing a hand inside your pocket, you could feel the silver ring you carried with you. Slipping it on, you held your thumb over it, waiting for the moment to activate your suit. But when you and Peter burst outside, hands up to fight, you saw your dad, pacing the area, right now talking to a very scared looking Flash.

“Where is my daughter? You have one minute until I blast you off the face of this planet. And trust me when I say it, because bitch please, I’ve been to space.”

Covering your mouth with your hand to stifle your laughter, you walked closer, coming up behind your dad. “I think I might know where your daughter is”, you say in a solemn voice.

Tony whirled around quickly, looking you up and down. Pulling me into a hug for a second, he let go as soon as he did, holding you at arm’s length. “Why the heck are you at this party?!” he asked firmly.

“Well, dear father, you did say that at least one smart person had to be at this party, and that’s why,” you moved out of your dad’s grip, pushing Peter forward, “he is here.”

Peter came forward awkwardly, waving at Tony. “Hey, Mr Stark. How are you and Ms Potts?”

Tony nodded at Peter, clasping his hand on his shoulder. “We’re fine, Underoos. How are you and my daughter? You didn’t try anything with her, did you?”

Peter spluttered, mumbling at your dad. “N-n,o of course not Mr Stark. I-I respect and lo-love your daughter very much. We just kissed for a bit- and I mean, it felt terrific- wait, that’s not why I’m with her. I’m not wi-with her for her beauty. I mean-she i-is beautiful, but I don’t want that. Wait-uh-”

Giggling at what Peter was saying, you threaded your fingers through his own, squeezing them to give him some strength and to tell him to shut up before he said anything else. Tony sighed, giving an ‘I’m too old for this shit’ face.

“Okay, thank you for telling me about your love life, kiddo, but I’d rather not hear it. Both of you, meet me in the car. We can stay at the compound today, and I’ll tell Happy to text May.”

Tony turned around, walking to the car, while you and Peter stood there in shock. “Do you think he’ll let us sleep in the same room?” you asked Peter, nudging him playfully.

“NO”, your dad shouted from across the street, turning to look back at Peter, doing the ‘I’m watching you’ sign. Peter visibly gulped from beside you, making you chuckle.

“Hey! Peter, Y/N!” Liz called out, running from inside the house. “I saw your dad. Are you heading home?”

Nodding defeatedly, you confirmed it. She smiled lightly before telling us to wait here, running back in. In a minute, she ran back out, a small bag in each hand. “Here, a small return gift.”

“Aw, thanks, Liz!” Peter said, smiling at her.

She smirked. “You’ll like it even better when you find out what I put in yours, Peter. For a fact, both of you can use it.” She winked at us, making me worried.

“Wait, you what did you-”

“Face masks. Get your mind out of the gutter Y/N”, Liz said, laughing. Peter scoffed from beside me, laughing as well.

“Anyway, gotta go, Liz. See you at school.” Hugging the girl goodbye, you and Peter made your way to the car.

“That was nice of Liz”, Peter commented, looking up at the stars.

“Yeah, but I got my party favour”, you said simply, putting your hand in Peter’s, pulling him down to give him one sweet kiss under the night sky.

“HEY HEY HEY, NO KISSING INFRONT OF ME!” Tony yelled from the car.

“Wait, how did Mr Stark know we're together?”

“YOUR SUIT OBVIOUSLY!”, Tony yelled, getting the car upfront.

Peter groaned, banging his head against the window. “I knew it!”

------------------------------------------------------------------------------Thanks for reading this, guys! Hope you enjoyed this small fic. I loved writing it, plus it’s one of my longest ones, so expect more one-shots like this. See you till the next one!

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