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shini--chan · 7 months ago

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May I request 2p allies making their s/o mute as a punishment for trying to run for help.

⚫〰️⚫ Thank you

Alright, as the ask indicates, it is not a never family friendly post that awaits you up ahead. Excluding 2p Canada this time, since I had difficulty coming up with another form of mutness other than those described via the other characters.

This came out later than planned due to time management issues on behalf of the author. Nevertheless, enjoy!

Trigger warnings: body horror, physical abuse, emotional abuse, mutilation, misuse of medical procedures, drugging, malnutrition, dark magic

Yandere 2p! Allies - Silence is Gold

America

Allen would loathe to admit it, but he had come to like you when you were quiet. Aside from that, you looked so cute with your neck bandaged up. And those glares and petulant expressions you made! Oh, if he had known how agreeable you’d become after losing your voice, he would have done this far sooner.

That being said, it had been an accident - he hadn’t wanted to punch you in the throat, but you just had to jump in the way, when he was busy teaching that bastard a lesson. Therefore, he had had no choice but to cut open your throat to ensure you could continue breathing.

When you leaned down to take his plate, you purposely bumped his shoulder. Yes, you were still very upset with him about what had happened. However, the feeling was mutual. He slapped your arse when you straightened up again.

It caused you to perform a little jump and then glare at him.

“If I had known that you’d look so sexy with something around your neck, I would have bought you a set of chokers long ago, dollface. Don’t worry though - you look good with the bloodstained gauze as well”, he slyly complimented you. Oh, how it infuriated you.

You had tried to talk a few times these past days, causing the wound on your neck to reopen and weep plasma and blood everytime you did. As it was, you were lucky that you had gotten antibiotics, or else Allen would have been far stricter with you.

Petty as you could be, turned your back on him and flipped the bird as you marched back to the kitchen. At this, Allen could prevent himself from laughing.

Allen actually wouldn’t want to rob you of your voice, since half the fun in having you is that you talk back. However, he would discover the benefits of muting you after he would have to do it in some shape of form. Once doing so, he would find this experience refreshing and seek to replicate it multiple times in the future. Here, you would really be in danger of losing your voice permanently if you aren’t able to curb his … preferences.

The problem here is that he would find your muteness and the injuries connected to it to be unbelievably arousing. In ways, your life would biome harder than it already is thanks to that.

China

Could you really be blamed for panicking in a situation such as this? The rush of hysteria made the binds tying you down to the table seem even tighter than they were, and you felt like you were suffocating, no matter how fast you breathed. The air was too hot and your clothes too scratchy, with the latter made all the worse by the fact that you were coated in grim and your own dried sweat.

To your left, you heard Zao approach you. Since your head was fastened to the table, you only could see him once he appeared in your periphery. There was a horrid grin on his face, that stood in complete juxtaposition to what he said.

"My heart, this is really something I don't want to do, but you leave me with no choice."

You wanted to retort, but thought better of it just in the nick of time. He had a brown glass bottle at hand, and you didn't like all the warning labels on it, nor how close it was to your mouth.

"But give in and swallow, I promise to help you with your recovery if you comply", he told you in a sickly sweet tone as if he was talking to a child. As much as you wanted to shake your head, you couldn't. By now, you were trembling.

Two fingers pinched your nose firmly. After a few seconds, you started to become lightheaded and you heard and felt your blood pounding. Opening your mouth wouldn't be an option, since the bottle would immediately be emptied into your mouth if you did that. So instead, you opened the corner of your mouth and tried to breathe as discreetly as possible.

To no avail. The fingers that were on your nose went for your mouth and pried your lips apart. As valiantly as you struggled, the bottle still went in. The fluid caused your throat to burn, and when you accidentally breathed some of it, you let out a hapless scream of pain.

His method of muting you would be more permanent - rendering your vocal cords and throat useless by forcing you to drink acid or poison. This would either be the response to a multitude of transgressions, or him being particularly ticked off by an escape.

A side effect of this would be that you would be unable to swallow food or drink. But he would be there to help you, either by feeding you through a tube, an IV or by supplying you through your back door (i.e your rectum). This would serve as an extension of the original punishment. Additionally, you would be helpless and reliant on him.

England

When you finally woke up, you felt groggy and heavy, each of your limbs made of lead and your mouth full of cotton. Sleep drunk, you opened your eyes and eased yourself to a more upright position.

Not that it was more comfortable - there were kinks and knots in your back that only a professional massage could relieve you from. Why the hell had you fallen asleep here of all places? You were seated in an old dentist car, the once royal red faded. The contraption creaked ominously whenever you moved.

This was getting weirder and weirder by the moment. The twilight of the room you were in didn't help.

Your mouth felt dry and slightly numb, and your lips subsequently cracked. You parted your lips and wanted to run your tongue over the dried skin only to discover that you didn't have a tongue anymore.

Cold shock made you bolt upright and all at once, the world shifted into sharp clarity. Once again, you tried to stretch your tongue out only for nothing to move, not a stump. That was when you started to panic.

Lungs heaved as you tried to explain the situation to yourself. There was absolutely no pain, you weren't feeling weak. The taste of blood was absent, and the bitter sting of iodine or saline solution wasn't present either.

In your panic, you opened your mouth and stuck your fingers inside to feel for your tongue. It had been completely removed down to the root. There wasn't even puckered skin where the muscle would have begun. Tears started to leak from your eyes and you tried to force a few miserable sounds out of your mouth.

"Now, now don't engage in self-pity. You did bring this on yourself, my rose bud."

The blood in your veins turned to ice, and you halted your frantic movement. Despite the dim lighting of the underground room, you could clearly see Oliver Kirkland. He was seated on a red satin loveseat, and in the jar he had balanced on his knee was your tongue.

Oliver would use magic to completely remove your tongue from your mouth, aiming to insite as much panic in you as possible. As such, you'll only find out what he has done after completion of the procedure.

Instead of helping you to deal with the situation, he would mock you relentlessly. Furthermore, he would place the blame on you - it was you that ran away, it was you that forced his hand; everything that went wrong is your fault. The jar with your tongue in it would be placed in a spot that you'd have a hard time overlooking. A taunt, and a reminder that the amputation is only temporary. You just have to play being a good spouse for long enough and then he'd give you your tongue back.

France

Putrid pus stained the sheets as he pulled them away. Yesterday the colour had been yellow, but now it had a slight green tint to it. Francois brushed his fringes out of his face and tied his hair back to a sloppy ponytail.

With a soft sigh, and placed the bandages and tincture bottles on the bed next to you and tilted your head towards him. Sickness and the corresponding fever made your sleep deep, unlike it usually was. You didn't even stir when he lifted your head onto his lap.

At this point, it was up for debate what was sealing your lips more - the rough stitches or the infection. The swelling had distorted your mouth, so much so that it was beginning to block your nose and hinder your breathing.

Cursing softly under his breath, he set out to drain the pus from the needle wounds. He shouldn't have used the expired saline solution, yet you had given him no choice. You had been so busy thrashing and screaming around when he had sown your mouth shut.

Francois still didn't understand why you had put up such a fuss. The punishment was deserved and it made your resistance all the more pathetic. Seriously, had you really thought he would take you escaping lightly? How could you delude yourself into thinking he wouldn't take all those vile words that you had uttered upon being brought home to heart?

The pus drenched bandages were thrown into the bin, and he proceeded to down the injured tissue with iodine. You groaned in your sleep, and tried to open your mouth. A noticeable tremor ran down your body, and you stopped straining against the stitches.

Perhaps it was better that you were lost in a haze. It gave your captor more time to think and calm down.

Francois would elect to make your muteness temporary, but with some caveats. You'd wear scars around your mouth for the rest of your life and the mental and physical trauma would haunt you for years to come. Such a situation would have a high potential of arising if you poured your heart out to somebody else and incited them to help you escape.

Russia

This was getting more tiring by the hour. Slowly, you were asking yourself if this really was a punishment, or if it was one of Victor's loathsome social experiments. loathsome social experiments. They both tended to be alike, so it was hard to tell on a normal day.

“If you keep glaring at me like that, your face will distort to a permanent frown”, the man in question remarked. The knife repeatedly scraped over the wood in his hand, causing shavings to fly with every stroke of the blade. He didn’t even look up from his whittling when he said that. How rude.

Feeling petulant, you knicked a stone in the river. It was a nice day to be outdoors - the spring air was filled with the sweet smell of flowers, and the sun was shining through the birch tree. Though, you couldn’t bring yourself to be happy, not when he had brought you to the spot where he had captured you a mere week ago, picnic basket at hand.

You had difficulty swallowing every other bite, and also keeping it down. Now that bastard even insisted on staying a bit longer to enjoy the alleged peace and quiet that the forest offered.

With how frustrated you were, you opened your mouth in order to say something, only to receive a smack to the face with the flat side of the knife the second you opened your mouth. In shock, you quickly closed your mouth again and looked at him aghast.

This time, he was even meeting your eyes.

“You know the agreement, so don’t break it by talking now.”

Mutness wouldn’t even be the intended punishment at first - it would be offered as a second, milder option to a harsher punishment. Victor would have a habit of giving you an option of choosing between two or more punishments. It would be to give you an illusion of power over your own fate and an opportunity to assuage your character. Mind you, he would never give you the full details of the punishments that you can choose from.

In this case, he would enforce a “voluntary silence” upon you. You would have to refrain from speaking for a certain time interval, or else suffer a harsher punishment. This is one of his games with you, that would be designed to mould your personality to his liking. Also, this would be a form of discipline training for you.

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babybatss-blog · 5 months ago

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OH MY GOODNESS I LOVED UR SAM FICS, PLEASE WRITE ONE ABOUT LIKE HIM X READER IN THE FALL SHARING FLANNELS AND SWEATSHIRTS

BEGIN AGAIN

stardew!sam x reader, 1400 words

a/n: ahhhh omg you’re so sweet! Although it isn’t that important to the story, I based this fic on “begin again” by Taylor Swift. Hope you enjoy!

cw: predeveloped relationship between Sam and reader, confession of love. Mention of adult sexy time 😉 but nothing explicit. Slight angst into sickly sweet fluff. Reader is insecure, with mentions of past relationship and friendship struggles.

You tried to deny it, you really did. But walking hand in hand through town on a cold fall day the realisation hits you that you are inexplicably, irreversably in love with Sam. You’ve been together for a few months now, but honestly it was only really a casual relationship built on messy hookups and an innate need for physical affection. And even if Sam thought it was anything different you never intended to get very far with it after the last few years of your life. You escaped to Stardew valley to forget men, with their stupid player attitudes and outlook on relationships. Truthfully, you were perfectly happy with just becoming some single weirdo for the rest of your life. But this golden retreiver of a man just makes you so happy, blushing like a school girl and heart racing faster than ever before.

The mere thought of how down bad you are for him causes a shiver down your spine, and not just some small one but one that makes you physically shake. “Cold?” He asks, looking down to you with his bushy eyebrows furrowed. Without another word he takes his flannel off and wraps it around your shoulders, patting them with his big hands and grinning like a buffoon before holding your hand once more.

Honestly you didn’t even need it, but the way he thinks he’s some sort of knight in shining armor always stops you from protesting. You arrive at the town’s playground, a shabby swingset attached to a slide that’s cracked and rusted at the joints. It sure isn’t some masterpiece, but it does the job of entertaining the town’s children on the weekends. And Sam apparently, who lets go of your hand and leaps onto the swing. The scoots back in order to get enough momentum as possible and flies into the air, his blonde mop of hair flying off with him.

“Woo!! Join me?” You just chuckle, but join him nontheless, swinging much softer than he is but with the same pleased expression. The two of you swing in silence for a bit, with him enjoying the moment and you dreading it. How could you have let yourself go back to your old ways? It may seem great now, but in your head you already can see him confessing to cheating or breaking up with you because he’s bored. “So, you know the saying when pigs fly?” he asks. “Do you think we could actually make them fly? Like genetically modify wings on them and teach them like baby birds?” To the normal individual this seems like an idiotic question, but you’re used to his antics so you don’t even blink and respond casually with a “I hope not. Then I’d have to deal with trying to fish mine out of the sky every night when they need to go to the barn.” To this Sam laughs, throwing his head back as if you just said the funniest thing ever.

You don’t really think your very funny, and you never did. In school you were always the quiet kid, not because you are quiet but because you didn’t have many friends. Therefore, you just built yourself up to other things. You may not be funny, but your reasonably pretty. And smart, you did okay in school.

But Sam just makes you feel like the funniest person to ever exist, laughing at your words even when you don’t attempt to be funny. It makes you feel… nice.

Stuck in your thoughts though you unfortunately fail to conceal yourself once more, Sam realising the way you just completely ignore his following statements with a glossy look behind your eyes. “Babe, you alright?” He enquires, ceasing his swinging immediately to return to your level. You look up at him and smile softly, sighing. He had to realise sooner or later, and you couldn’t hide it from him anyways.

“Sam?” You ask, turning in the swing so the chains intertwine and you face him. He mirrors your movements, scooting so your knees are now touching. The warmth makes you uncomfortable in this moment, but you would never pull away from him. “If I say something weird… would you judge me?” Once again his eyebrows crease at your words, fearlessly shaking his head. “Of course not! Why?” That pit in your stomach grows until you feel sick, the words failing you as you look down at his jeans, which is all you can manage at this moment. “Your not breaking up with me are you?” The way his voice cracks almost brings a tear to your eye, internally cursing yourself for paining him so much. How could you do this to such a sweet, innocent man?

“No no no I just…”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No Sam but I need to-“

“If you have an issue just say it I can handle it”

“I know you can its just hard cause-“

“Is this because I ate your pasta the other day? Cause I thought you wouldn’t mind and I’m happy to-“

“Sam I’m in love with you.” The words rush out of your mouth like daggers, despite the sweetness they’re usually associated with. Every fibre of your being is fighting with one another, some parts happy the secret is out and others despising the pit you’ve fallen into. Yet you continue. “I think I’ve felt this way for a little bit, but I tried to hide it. I hate it, but I can’t anymore. You just make me so happy Sam, and I don’t know whats wrong with me. You drive me mad. I wake up thinking about you, and I fall asleep with the same thoughts. I imagine you moving in with me, marrying me and raising my kids. I feel insane Sam, but I can’t help it anymore. You don’t have to feel the same way, and don’t feel obligated to say anything. But I love you. I really do.”

A silence lingers in the cold air, flowing around like the brown and yellow leaves that fall onto the floor limply. You now get the courage to study his face, and every freckle and imprefection seems like it always has. If this is how the two of you are going to end, you don’t mind. You’ll still have every detail of his body engrained in your mind, along with how his face looks in this very moment. It looks as if he’s brain is about to explode, simultaneously going through every option and pathway that lead to this moment.

His deep blue eyes look up and connect with yours, piercing into your soul as if he’s reading you like a book. Finally he breaks the silence, a sympathetic smile adorning his cheeks. “I love you too.”

It takes you a moment to process his words, and just as it fully sinks in he envelops you in a hug. You begin to beam, heart beating like never before. Did he really just say that? The two of you simultaneously laugh, your hands palming his back and melting into his warmth. “Really?” “Duh! How could you think I didn’t? I literally spent my whole pay check the other day buying you flowers! And you know I hate flowers! And what about the time I wrote a six page card for your birthday, detailing everything about your face? I hate writing!” Despite the tears that threatened to leak out of your eyes previously you now cannot stop laughing, in disbelief of his words.

Sam tucks his head down into the crook of your neck, kissing it over and over again through smooshed words of “I love you” that vibrate on your skin, any prior discomfort flooding away under his touch. You smell like him, feel like him and breath like him, hands digging into his jumper out of pure extacy. Sam lifts you up by the thighs to put you on his lap, arms safely keeping you still ontop of him, and still kissing your neck and collarbone.

“I love you Sam.” “I love you too.” Despite the cold, grey of the sky and the muddy puddles below you everything feels perfect, in a bountiful fall you could never forget.

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elijahstwink · 7 months ago

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Elijah x male reader, where mayber the reader tries to take charge if you know what I mean but elijah does something that makes him practically melt into him? Maybe a sir and choking kink if you feel up to it?

Yes, Sir.

Thank you for the requests sexy anons. Had a lot of fun writing this.

Warnings

Pure smut (duh), mxm, anal sex m! receiving, major dom/sub, a sickly amount of pet names, sir kink, bottom reader/top Elijah, no use of y/n, anal fingering m! receiving, choking, thigh riding, power exchange, clothed dom/naked sub, dirty talk, size kink, tons of praise.

You exit the ensuite and step into you and your boyfriend’s shared bedroom. You’re fresh out the shower, a white towel wrapped snugly around your waist.

The room is dimly lit by the blazing fireplace, bringing warmth to the normally cold compound. It’s fully dark outside now, the street lights of New Orleans reflecting through the windows. You gasp as you notice your boyfriend sitting at the foot of the bed, wearing an immaculate navy suit and smiling at you with tired eyes.

“Come here, pretty boy.” Elijah murmurs, beckoning you with a single ringed finger. You didn’t know if he would be home tonight, he hasn't been around much recently due to a situation involving his brother Niklaus.

You oblige happily, walking towards him and standing between his legs. Elijah places a kiss to your bare stomach, looking up at you with his beautiful onyx eyes.

“Hey Eli.” You greet, running a hand through his previously gelled flat hair. He tilts into your touch, closing his eyes. He wraps one muscular arm around your frame, his free hand resting on your waist.

“Hello, sweetheart.” He gazes up at you lovingly, making you blush slightly. You love when Elijah gets soft like this, all cuddly and needy. It’s not a common occurrence, a side of him that he has admitted no one else has seen but you.

You stay like that for a while, scratching his scalp lightly while his hand slowly ventures down from your waist.

“Baby, can we just…” Elijah traces the outline of your cock under the towel, making you shiver slightly.

You’re thinking about getting on your knees and pleasuring this stunning man in front of you when an idea pops into your head. You want to be in charge for once, to dominate Elijah.

Of course you love being submissive, just like Elijah loves being dominant. You love the way he pins you under his large frame, whispering filthy praises into your ear while his thick cock drills into your squirming body, hitting every pleasurable spot inside you with every stroke. But recently you’ve been imagining different scenarios. Elijah whining as you ride him, begging you to let him cum… or just Elijah begging in general. Yeah, that’s hot.

“Beg.” You command him firmly, a striking contrast to your normal sweet, soft voice.

Elijah’s hand stills, no longer groping you through your towel. His face is still nuzzled against your belly, although his lips have stopped kissing your skin.

Without thinking twice, you stop brushing your fingers through his hair and instead grip the strands harshly, pulling his head back to look up at you. He hissed at the pain, giving you an amused look as he rests his hands behind him on the bed.

“You are acting as though you are in charge.” Elijah teases, tilting his head slightly and grinning at your annoyed face.

“I am in charge.” You mutter, crossing your arms and pouting. You then remember that pouting doesn’t seem particularly dominant so you replace it with a unbothered look. This causes Elijah to chuckle, thinking his baby looks so cute when trying to dominate him.

You are just regaining your confidence when Elijah suddenly stands up, his figure towering over you, your eyes level with his neck. You look up at him, blushing under the intensity of his lustful gaze.

“What did you want me to do sweet thing? I seem to have forgotten.” Elijah asks politely, his words dripping with amusement.

You take a deep breath, feeling your cock fatten, the towel doing nothing to conceal your arousal. “I-I want you to beg.” You say, mentally punching yourself for stuttering. This is not going how you wanted, but you can’t say you enjoy this any less.

Elijah smirks, taking a step into your space, your bodies pressed together. He looks unbothered by the situation. The hardness pressing into your lower belly however, tells a much different story. “Very well,” He replies calmly, a dangerous look in his eyes.

You gasp in surprise as Elijah grips your neck, walking you backwards until you feel the wall against your back. The cool metal of his daylight ring digs into your skin, his large hand almost wrapping completely around your throat. A wave of desire engulfs you, blood rushing to your groin as you moan, your eyes rolling back slightly. Elijah inhales sharply, admiring you as you practically melt into his hold, all signs of dominance leaving you. He’s never seen you react so intensely to something, get so turned on by something as simple as a hold on your neck.

Elijah lowers his lips to your ear, nibbling on the lobe before whispering, “Please baby, allow me to make up for the time I’ve been away?”. His free hand lowers to your towel, untucking the fabric and letting it drop to the floor. You whimper as your erection slaps wetly against your belly, red and swollen, leaking arousal from the tip. Elijah takes your prick in his hand, thumbing over your slit. You moan out as pleasure shoots up your spine, your cock completely covered by Elijah’s large fist.

“Hm?” Elijah looks at you, his hand squeezing slightly before relaxing on your neck. You’re shocked that Elijah has never choked you out before, seeing as you two are relatively kinky in bed. You can tell by the lust swimming through your boyfriends dark eyes that he’s thinking the same thing… choking will not be a one time occurrence.

“Have I left that pretty mouth speechless?” Elijah taunts, pulling you back to the present. He releases your cock and rubs his hand along your side instead, knowing the soft touch will help ground you.

“Yes. I mean no! But yes I want you to make up for lost time.” You agree to his request, so distracted by his grip on your throat. Suddenly remembering you have hands of your own, you start undoing his belt, pouting in annoyance as you fumble with the buckle. Elijah chuckles, grabbing both your wrists in his hand before tilting your head to look directly up at him.

“Yes what?” He growls. You moan, unable to understand how you possibly thought you could be dominant when Elijah is your partner. You part your lips, the words you know he wants to hear at the tip of your tongue.

“Yes, sir.” You squeak, playing into your role perfectly as you look at him with wide, innocent eyes. Elijah groans, pulling you by the neck to meet him in a messy kiss.

The kiss is rushed as teeth clash and tongues explore each other. You whine high in your throat when Elijah catches your tongue between his lips, sucking on the flesh softly and swirling his tongue along the tip, mimicking the way he pleasures your cock.

“My good boy,” Elijah murmurs against your lips as he start walking backwards, dragging you with him. “You can’t help but submit can you baby? Always trying to please me.” Elijah releases your neck and wrists as he drops down into the armchair by the fireplace. your lips detach as he tugs you into a straddling position on his thigh. You gasp as your neglected cock rubs against Elijah’s suit pants.

You waste no time, wrapping your arms around his neck and humping against his thigh. You bury your face in the space where his shoulder and neck meet, whining at the drag of fabric against your sensitive tip.

Elijah’s hands find your waist, slowing your frantic movements to long steady thrusts as you pant against the skin above his collar.

“Look at you, riding my thigh so well. You love being naked in my lap don’t you? I know you like making a mess of my suit.” Elijah coos.

He’s right. You love the dominant look of Elijah in his suit, the way he looks perfectly composed with you naked in his lap, pathetically rutting against him like a dog in heat.

“Love it, sir. Love you.” You say, although your words are muffled by Elijah’s skin, which is now covered in your spit as you’ve been practically slobbering all over him. You can feel the heat rising inside your gut, so turned on by the way Elijah effortlessly took control over you.

“I love you, little one. Such a good boy for me, yeah?” Elijah praises, releasing your hips and chuckling endearingly as you instantly speed up. He cradles the back of your head, running his fingers through your hair.

You release a soft ‘mhm’ at his words, your fast and uncoordinated humping slowing down as you become increasingly tired. Elijah notices this and smirks, bringing his free hand down on your ass cheek with a loud smack, keeping his hand on your reddening flesh. You yelp, your hips jerking before speeding up again as the mix of pain and pleasure rushes through your bones. Elijah’s fingers dig into your crack as he firmly grips your cheeks, and you’re certain purple finger marks will be there in the morning.

“Stop now baby,” Elijah commands softly, pulling your head back by your hair and placing a sweet kiss to your puffy lips that are glistening with spit. “Go get the lube for me”.

On shaky legs, you quickly head to the dresser and grab the bottle from the open drawer before heading back to the armchair. You stand in front of Elijah, who has now removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, and pass him the lube.

You're about to take your rightful spot on his lap again when you notice his leg that you were previously humping and you feel your cheeks heat up. Elijah’s navy pant leg is a darker shade, damp with your sweat. But what really makes you feel like your legs might give out is the whiteish stains of your precum, smeared over the entire length of the fabric.

“On my lap, facing away.” Elijah’s stern voice makes you jump. He looks so good right now. His black tie loose. His suit is messy and wrinkled, his muscles bulging slightly against his light blue shirt. His onyx eyes are staring at you with pure lust. His jaw is littered with stubble and his beautiful lips are parted and swollen from kissing. His previously neat and gelled hair is messy and spiky from your hands running through it. His legs are spread invitingly, his erection on display, straining against the confines of his pants.

You manage to tear your eyes from the gorgeous man and get into the position he commanded, straddling his legs backwards, your feet pressed against the back of the chair either side of Elijah’s hips. Luckily the armchair was wide enough that you could comfortably fit your legs either side of him, squished between the armrests and Elijah’s thighs. You arch your back, resting your head on Elijah’s shoulder and thanking your body for being so flexible.

Elijah kisses your shoulder, then your neck, sucking a bruise into the skin and making you moan. “So pretty,” Elijah mumbles, “My pretty boy.” He grabs your arms holding your wrists tightly.

“Yours.” You whimper. Elijah pushes against your back, forcing you down until your upper body is hanging upside down, your head brushing his shoes. You moan loudly as Elijah closes his legs, trapping your cock between his thighs. He’s holding your entire weight with one hand around your wrists, the slight ache in your shoulders being drowned out by the pleasure flowing through you.

“Fuck, Elijah.” You keen, feeling Elijah’s hand on your ass cheek. He brings his palm down sharply, sending a sting through you.

“That’s not what you call me is it brat?” Elijah scolds. You wail as he starts moving his thighs, causing delicious friction on your painful erection.

“Sorry, sir.” You pant, blood steadily rushing to your head from the angle. Elijah hums appreciatively. You hear the sound of a bottle cap opening before lube lands on your tailbone, running down your crack. You squeal at the coldness of the gel. Elijah shushes you softly, before running his fingers down, collecting the lube and spreading it around your hole.

“Sorry sweet thing. I only have one hand.” He coos, circling the tip of his finger around your pucker before slipping it past the ring of muscle, filling you with his entire finger before pulling back out and adding a second.

“Please, please.” You sob desperately trying to speed up the process, and feeling like you might explode if his thighs don’t stop moving.

“Please what baby? Tell me what you need.” Elijah says sweetly, scissoring his fingers before curling them. his fingertips press against your prostate, making your eyes roll back and your hips jerk.

“I’m gonna come sir, please!” You almost yell, feeling your balls tighten, your body preparing to shoot your seed.

Everything stops.

Elijah’s thighs spread again and his fingers vanish from your hole, his hand now rubbing up your back.

“Well, we can’t have that now, can we? Hopefully you’re stretched enough from last time.” Elijah speaks as though he’s talking about the weather, not that his boyfriend was about to cum all over him. You sob dryly, the rising boil of your climax now only simmering.

“S-sir.” You whisper, feeling light headed from being upside down. Elijah pulls you back up, releasing your arms and flipping you around to face him. He shushes you, pulling you into his chest and kissing your sweaty forehead while running a hand through your damp matted hair.

“It’s okay little one.” He whispers, “let’s get you on my cock, hm? Then you can cum as much as you want.” Elijah sits you upright, then brings his hands down to his belt, undoing his pants just enough to pull his hard member and heavy balls out from his underwear.

You pull his tie loose, letting it hang from his collar as you undo the buttons of his shirt, running your hands along his toned chest. You look down, whimpering at the thick cock below you, impressively long with his red tip leaking and a prominent vein running down the length of his shaft. Fuck, you want it so badly.

“I know you do baby.” Elijah laughs, coating himself with lube. You blush as you realise you said that out loud. Elijah helps position you above him, looking into your eyes as you slowly sink down into him. Elijah moans breathily, while a long whine leaves your lips. You stop halfway, getting used to his large cock stretching you out. You claw at his shoulders and drop your mouth into his, kissing him sloppily, overwhelmed with desire.

Elijah kisses back with his usual calm and confident composure, one hand cupping your cheek and the other gripping your waist. Elijah seems to decide that you’re taking too long to adjust, so he pulls you back from the kiss and places both hands on your hips. Knowing your limits and knowing you can take it, Elijah yanks you down the rest of the way until you’re fully seated on his lap and stuffed full of his cock.

The mix of surprise and pleasure from his action causes you to scream, quickly wrapping your arms around his shoulders and muffling your sounds into his neck. Elijah wraps his big arms around you, holding your shaking body tightly and whispering soothing praises in your ear. “Gosh, such a good boy for me. You feel so good my love.” He groans.

After a couple minutes of adjusting, you sit up and slowly start to swivel your hips. Elijah grabs your arse cheeks in each hand, squeezing the muscle before gliding one hand up your body. You gasp when his nail lightly scrapes against your sensitive nipple, trailing up your chest and wrapping around your neck.

Elijah applies delicious pressure to the sides of your throat, cutting off blood flow without hindering your breathing. The action makes you feel lightheaded in the best way, even more so when he begins lifting you up and down, enticing you to bounce on his cock.

You find a steady rhythm, feeling the curve of Elijah’s cock hitting your prostate perfectly with every drop of your hips. You know you won’t last long, the heat of your climax bubbling inside you once more as the smell of sweat and the sound of smacking skin fills the bedroom.

Elijah is breathing heavily, looking at you with an intense gaze of desire and adoration before lowering his eyes to your neglected cock, swinging up and down from your movements. His hand tightens around your neck, causing you to grab his forearm. Both your small hands are unable to wrap fully around him, instead you dig your nails into his skin for grip as your thighs start to burn, your pace slowing with exhaustion.

“I-I can’t- mmh fuck.” You whimper as Elijah thrusts his hips up to meet your own. He releases your neck as you stop bouncing, grinding your hips lazily as Elijah presses an open mouthed kiss to your parted lips.

“Is my boy getting tired?” Elijah murmurs against your lips, pulling back and chuckling at your fucked out look as you hum in agreement. “It’s alright sweetheart, wrap your arms around me.” Elijah comforts, smiling as you eagerly nuzzle your face into him, sucking at his prickly jaw. He lifts your body slightly, pressing your hard cock into his lower stomach as your arms encircle his neck.

He keeps one arm under your bum, holding your bruised cheek in his large hand while his other hand holds the back of your head, cradling it firmly against him.

You release a near scream as Elijah suddenly begins pounding up into you, his movements causing mind numbing friction to your sensitive cock that’s sandwiched between your bodies. You try to throw your head back, but Elijah’s strong hold keeps you firmly in place. Making you squeal as your eyes roll back with the control he has, practically fucking you stupid.

“Mmh that’s it,” Elijah moans, unbothered by your attempts at moving, knowing that you’d tell him if you wanted to stop. “Just needed me to take over, yeah?” He drawled, as his heavy cock fills you to the brim, his balls slapping against your ass with filthy slapping noises. You sob wetly into his skin, overwhelmed with pleasure as you leak more fluid from your tip.

“It’s so much..” you mumble, tears streaming down your face and pooling in his collarbones. “I know baby, and you’re taking it all.” Elijah praises, his thrusts becoming erratic as his cock throbs and twitches inside you, his tip battering your abused prostate over and over.

“Are you going to come for me?” Elijah asks huskily, “Make a mess as I fill your tight little hole with my seed?” You moan at his words that only push your impending climax closer.

“Yes, Sir!” You wail, feeling your balls tighten as your walls begin to squeeze his cock. Elijah thrusts with inhuman speed, making you scream into his neck as he pushes you over the edge.

A wave of ecstasy floods your body as your cock releases three heavy spurts of cum. Your walls contract uncontrollably, your body trying to milk the cock still pounding into you.

“That’s my boy, come on my cock- oh my.” Elijah lets out a guttural moan, his hips stilling against yours as his seed sprays against your prostate, causing you to jerk as he coats your inner walls white.

Heavy breathing and the crackling of the fireplace is all that’s heard, starkly contrasting the previous pornographic screams you were releasing. Elijah laughs as you breathe out an elongated ‘fuck’. Your body still shaking as Elijah pulls your head back by the hair and meets you for a lazy kiss.

“So, choking is a yes then?” Elijah questions against your lips, causing you to laugh, pulling back to look at him. You hiss as he pulls out, come dripping down your thighs and onto Elijah’s suit pants.

“Definitely.” You giggle, resting your head on his shoulder and gazing lovingly at him. He tilts his head back against the armchair, looking at the ceiling before a smirk graces his lips.

“And how was your dominating experience, my love?” Elijah teases, turning to look at your annoyed expression. You scoff, slapping his chest playfully and muttering ‘dick’. Elijah cackles, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead and basking in the calmness of the warm and cozy evening.

Guys my size kink might be showing a bit… (please I thought this was so cool^)

Msg me to be on a tag list I’ll start one when I’ve got a couple people. And send requests !

- Dex

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FANFICTION (REQUEST): Weasley Twins x Reader (Hufflepuff Girl) - Lovesick - Part 5/5

WARNINGS: British swearing, vomiting

Never before had the Weasley twins experienced anxiety in such a way as this. Throughout their whole lives, they'd grown more and more accustomed to not having a single care in the world. Within only mere seconds they had gained something, or rather someone, that caused them to become literally ill because they didn't know if she felt the same way about them. This was the day Fred and George would confess their love to you. They were determined to do so, but the possibility of your rejection was unexpectedly the most frightening thing they had ever faced.

"George," Fred whined over an untouched plate of bacon and eggs. "I think I'm gonna be sick."

"You are sick," George said. He began to cough, resulting in a lapful of petals.

"Do I look terrible? Because you look terrible."

"Thanks. You look as healthy as a horse with an infected leg wound yourself."

A short moment later, Harry and Ron sat down with the twins for breakfast.

"Morning," Fred and George said together.

Harry looked up at the twins, appearing slightly concerned. "You two sound like—"

"Aah!" Ron exclaimed in alarm at beholding his brothers' sickly, colorless faces. "Bloody hell, are you guys... vampires?"

George, who sat next to Ron, turned to face him directly right before sneezing. The twins laughed weakly as Ron was littered with petals.

Ron blinked, wearing an expression of vague surprise. Then a knowing grin spread across his face. "That's right! You guys are in love!"

"Aren't vampires supposed to be sexy nowadays?" Fred asked, smiling loftily and ignoring Ron's comment.

"Right, because that's exactly what I was thinking when I called you a vampire," Ron snorted sarcastically as he brushed himself off. "Nah, you'd be the sort of vampire that's just plain scary. The sort that feeds off homeless people and stray dogs." Ron squinted at the twins and stroked an invisible beard, observing. "You'd probably live in a cave with only bats for friends. And your back story—"

"Alright, we get it," Fred and George huffed in annoyance.

"Hold on... How'd you know about the, er, Hanky-wanky disease?" George asked.

Ron laughed. "Harry had it a while back."

"Ron!" Harry hissed angrily.

Ron shrugged. "What? It wasn't much of a secret."

Fred chuckled, "Hmm, yes. Ms. Chang was it?"

"We didn't need to see you hacking up flower petals to know that you fancied her," George laughed, and his laughing quickly turned into a petal-spewing coughing fit.

"Speaking of," Harry said, trying to change the subject. "Who is it that you fancy?"

"Now that's a secret," said George.

"At least until we can call her ours," said Fred.

"'Ours'?" Harry and Ron repeated together, confused.

Fred pointed to the top side of his bare wrist with a sudden urgency. "Would you look at the time! We'd best be going."

"Don't want to be late for class," George agreed as he and his twin stood up to leave.

"Since when did you care so much about making it to class on time?" Ron asked, suspicious. "The clock tower hasn't even rung."

"Don't worry about it, Ronald!" the twins called out behind them on their way to the doors.

They overheard Hermione, who was just now arriving at the Gryffindor table for breakfast, ask, "Why are there flower petals everywhere?"

Fred and George laughed, then coughed, and exited the Great Hall while leaving a trail of more pink petals in their wake.

As you headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast, you could not stop yawning. Since your meeting with the Weasley twins that day in Filch's office, you hadn't gotten much sleep. Though, during the times in which you had slept, you had wonderful dreams of Fred and George, so you were not all that upset about it.

It was the flower petals that drove you absolutely mad. Frankly, it was embarrassing; it was terrible to have your situation made so obvious to everyone around you (or at least to those that knew about the Hanahaki illness) every time you coughed in the middle of a class. And the retched petals made an appearance so often now that you stopped bothering to clean them up. You'd decided that you would tolerate the disease no longer, and you would tell the Weasley twins about your feelings for them the first opportunity that was given. You wished you'd known only how soon that would be when you turned a corner to be met face to face with none other than Fred and George Weasley.

"Oh! H-hello, Fred. Hi, George," you laughed nervously, your heart suddenly pounding in your chest. This was it!

"Hello, y/n!" the twins responded a bit too enthusiastically, also surprised at the encounter.

Then, all at once, you hiccupped, George sneezed, and Fred began to cough.

You felt utterly embarrassed as you spat out a couple of petals onto the floor, but that feeling was quickly overwhelmed by astonishment as you realized that Fred and George had flower petals falling out of their mouths, too. Then you noticed how very unwell the brothers looked. In fact, their complexions matched the one you saw on yourself in the bathroom mirror that morning. It was in that moment that it dawned on you...

"Wait," George sniffed, his brow furrowing in puzzlement. He pointed to the small amount of flower petals by your feet. "Do you...?"

You gestured to the many, many petals spread out in front of the twins, grinning uncontrollably. "Are you two...?"

Your smile disappeared as Fred finished coughing, his eyes opening wide. He turned away, putting a hand on the nearby wall to steady himself.

"Freddie?" George asked. "Are you alright?'

As if in response, Fred proceeded to throw up a strange, pink liquid with flower petals instead of partially digested food.

"Aw," George groaned, looking away in disgust. "I had hoped it wouldn't come to that."

You stood back, wanting to help Fred but not sure of how you could. Then you remembered why you wanted to talk to the twins in the first place.

Though it was now an awkward time for it, you confessed. "Fred!" you called, making sure he'd hear you. "I... I like you!"

Fred, having stopped vomiting up the pink substance, slowly stood up straight. "Wow," he said, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his robe and turning to face you again. "I feel so much better." He looked much better too. Color had already begun to return to his face, and the dark circles under his eyes faded slightly.

You sighed with relief, relief that Fred was feeling better and that it meant he had feelings for you.

"And you, George!" you chuckled gingerly, turning to him. "I like y-you as well."

Though he had seemed to realize it moments ago when he saw your petals, George appeared to relax now that you'd said it out loud. He smiled blissfully as the illness visibly drained out of him.

"Now..." you said as you started to feel a bit sick to your stomach. "You say it back before I barf, too."

The twins gave a hearty laugh, very obviously feeling better, before each getting down on one knee in front of you.

"We love you, y/n!" they exclaimed simultaneously, putting one hand on their chests and extending the other towards you.

You grinned, feeling, in that single moment, whole again in more ways than one. Your stomach immediately felt better, and that awful feeling of something unhealthy sitting somewhere deep inside you that had gradually increased over time quickly melted away. You took in a deep breath, grateful for the clearness of your lungs that you had begun to think you'd never experience again, and exhaled in satisfaction. Though you now felt well again physically, you also felt a happiness so great that you couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You!" a rough, angry voice yelled from behind the twins. Fred and George turned around, and you caught a glimpse of Filch walking towards them with clenched fists. "You took out one of your toys here, didn't you?" he growled, pointing to the pink vomit on the floor. "Just so that I would have to clean up after you!"

"Run!" Fred and George giggled together, not wanting to bother explaining anything to Filch, and turned to hurriedly usher you forward. You laughed as the three of you raced away with Filch cursing behind you.

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Evan and Courts didn't answer any message on their phones for a few days, they only took phone calls and when they did they kept them short. They took a few days off to fly to Sulani.

Evan: " My beautiful friends, sorry for the lack of messages but me and Polpettina flew to Sulani, we needed some time away and just for ourselves" The couple was lying in bed after a day out and rejoicing for the cooler temperature and lack of mosquitoes (always be blessed the mosquitoes repellent). "We just took a few pics this morning, before going to the beach so here is the first"

Courts: "It's my fault, I needed to be away from everyone for a bit and just be with Evan." Courts started reading Juju's message. "@Juju you beautiful human, don't you ever say you look trash! I will tell you everyday you are gorgeous, I will send you a message every morning if I have to! We totally understand what you mean about you and Izzy 😳"

Evan: " I always make Courts legs weak before she can do anything 🤭 Oh I don't need any pic to held me accountable to my promises😜 She will blush if you touch her ass especially if she isn't expecting it, she is the cutest when she blushes. OMG your mom looks stunning! You also look very alike O_O"

Courtney: "There is nothing sexier than your partner sweaty and doing some manual labor, @Juju you must be happy Izzy is so sweet helping your dad building a tree house for Conrad. I want a tree house too!"

Evan: " We don't have a tree where we can build it but I can do something else to get sweaty and sexy."

Courtney lightly kicked Evan, knowing exactly what he meant; in response he held his hands up feigning innocence.

Courtney: " We aren't trying to seduce anyone Rafa, we are just naturally sexy and the twins are the sweetest, I don't understand why they aren't with you or Evan, I will ask next time."

Evan: "That manly man does things to me Maddie, that hairy chest 🤤"

Courts chuckled and stopped to talk to Evan "Bestio, don't you think you are taking it a bit too far with Rafa?"

Evan: "Rafa is a really good friend of mine, he is up there with Hermes. He knows me and he knows it is all just a joke although he gets a bit worked up when I talk about his ass. I really really respect him you know, I told him many times but I feel I should tell him again. I hope to see him and Maddie soon. I really miss him."

Evan: "MADDIE!! MADDIE!! I thought Rafa proposed I was ready to say yes to be his best man! It's serious though I lost every chance I had with him, every hope forever gone 😭😭😭 unless..."

Courtney: "@Maddie I am so happy he got you the ring, Rafa is so thoughtful, I am really happy he found you and that you found him, you both deserve all the happiness 🥰. Evan does that too, he whispers very naughty things whenever he can. I'll never get used to it."

Evan: "All jokes aside tell Rafa I love him and I am happy for him. I will call him later"

Evan: "@Emillie @Asuka you two are wild, that is why I like you 🤣"

Courtney: "You're pics are so cute girls, if I didn't know any better I would think you were always like this, cute and romantic 😂 I am always in awe when I look at you. @emillie will you record the dildo song for me?"

Evan: "We'll come soon enough to visit hopefully! Get ready and stay sexy 😏 Also @Juju WTF Those shower pics! Polpettina is staring avidly, she is sure Izzy bit down on that ass cause no one could resist. As we all know she as a biting problem 🤣 This is all for now, I think we will now go back to ghosting you. Courts needs hugs and I need some sleep."

Maddi Madpie hearted all the pictues

Maddi Madpie: "Polpettina!!! POLPETTINA!!🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷 AHHHH i dont know what it means but its so cute!!!you guys are the fucking cutest WEARING MY COLOR! YOU GUYS ARE IN PINKKKKKKKKK!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! @Smokey Quartz MY LOVELY LOVELY YOU LOOK SO GOOD IN PINK T-T OMG OKAY I HAVE TO SHOW MY UGLY SICKLY FACE BECAUSE OF PINK!! 💕💗💞💓🌸💘🌷🎀💄🐽👚🩷👛🦩🐖🩰🎟️AHHHH!. BUT I WILL SAY MY HAIR IS FALLING IN SUCH A CICHE WAY! I DONT KNOW!"

Maddi Madpie: " Sickly baby @Smokey Quartz but don't apologize at all.. honestly i got sick so i've been feeling a lot of anxiety and isolation. As you can see no Rafa.. I don't want to get him sick, since he somehow has the immune system of an elder XD. But i miss him.... UGHHH I spend 99.99% of my time with him 1% with work, yogi baby which she doesn't want to be around me... she is under my bed instead... but yeah and also friends but all the rest of the time i am with my grizzly bear and i miss himmmm T_T I'm envious. yes thank you😭🩷🥹 i wear it everyday..... 💅🏻I am very happy we chose each other... T-T wahhh i missss himmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!! OOOHHHH BUT.BUT.BUT BUT.BUT!!!!!! @ Evan... I am about to send some pictures BUT YOU HAVE TO PROMISE! You can't say anythinnnngggggg or I'll get punished.... actually..... maybe do tell him.. I need help sweating this fever out at some point.BUT ANYWAY WITHOUT FURTHER WITH HOLDING! I BEHOLD THE HOLY GRAIL"

Maddi Madpie: "......... i told him I missed him and he sent me these..... of the course of days i been deadly... WHEN I SAY I WAS BOTH SHOCKED AND JUST FUCKING GUSHING! i was gushingggggggggg HE SENT ME HIS ASS!!! @ Evan HE SENT ME HIS BEAUTIFUL PLUMP PERFECTLY SLAPPABLE LUCIOUS HAIRY, GOD I WANT TO GRIP THEM CHEEKS!! !!! LOOK AT IT ! @ Evan and yes your eyes are correct... HE IS WEARING THE GIFT😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍! now let me just give some backstory.. we got the box of goodies which by the way heheheheh i love you guys.. but he was very against them at first found them a "of course evan would send me this..." so i gave him an offer he couldn't refuse.. and he decided to literally TAKE ME OUT..... wearing the daddy shirt i bought him because i found it funny 🤣🩷 him wearing a fucking DADDY shirt 🩷🩷 mmmm but just look at him... !! "

Jujubug HEARTED all the pictures

JujuBug: " @Smokey Quartz @Evan my bbysssssss gooood!!! I'm so glad you guys went on vacation and had some you time.. Izzi and I are craving more now than ever ... things have been just chaotic honestly so PLEASE PLEASE enjoy it!!!! @Maddi Madpie.... one question😤. WHY THE EVER LOVING FUCK ARE YOU NOT ON THAT MAN??? BECAUSE YOUR SICK ?? GET OUT OF HERE !! YOU GUYS WILL SHARE SHIT ONE DAY AND WILL BE AROUND EACH OTHER WHEN YOUR SICK! JUST JUMP THE GUN! Jesus.... if Izzi sent me pictures like that BEST BELIEVE I AM DROPPING EVERYTHING! THAT MAN IS ZADDY! speaking of my lovely love of god izzi is fucking sexy.@ Blue Smurf and @ Izzi Frizzi are in a photo shoot for a side project Asuka is doing... and guys... GUYS! I can't wait for @ Asuka Lovely to post them! AHHHH i am wet.. that's all I am going to say"

Maddi Madpie: "@ Jujubug.. because ...... 🫣🫣but Em.... in a photoshoot... holy shit she must really fucking love Asuka and i know Asuka dressed her up too XD HA!and Izzi I don't even know what to expect."

JujuBug laughed at Maddi Madpie's response

JujuBug: "@ Maddi Madpie you have no fucking idea......."

2 hours later

Asuka Lovely is Online

Asuka Lovely: "Oh shit... 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 I open this and all I see is such sexy faces allllllll around WHAT A PERFECT TIMING! BUT FIRST @ Smokey Quartz cutie pie shhhh you do no wrong in our eyes. you are perfect <3 @ Evan you are tan and pink hehehehe you are giving me surfer beach kid hahaha it's cute you guys are absolutely fucking MMMMPPPPFT! Let us be in the sammmmwhicccchhhhh T_T @Maddi Madpie girlie I agree with @ Jujubug .... WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DENY YOURSELF THAT! HOLY HELL THAT'S FULLY WHAT HE IS HIDING ?? DAMN, I MEAN... YEAH NO DAMN. you are ridiculous for not letting that man take care of you...! GET IT TOGETHER AND JUST LOOK AT THOSE PICTURES AGAIN! but ill brb i have to get these pictures edited and then I'll share :3"

Maddi Madpie: " OH @ Evan Rafa said you have a phone use it. i think that means in Rafa language you can just text him and tell him that yourself and not go through me because he honestly does not want to say out loud that he loves you too XD Even though we did have a conversation about your guys friendship last night.. and i can tell he loves you too. you are one of his closest friends and is very happy that you grew up and got the girl too :3 you guys been through some things too, but Just don't tell him I told you that.. or I won't hear more hahaha unless you tell me when you come visit :D "

JujuBug: "Awwww.....wait oh my god he is just moving up on the one of the best humans to ever walk this earth... you can always tell someone just genuinely loves someone when they are just happy that the person grew.. that's deep T_T Maddiii Marry him.. MARRY HIM!"

Maddi Madpie: " @ JujuBug... I..."

JujuBug: "i know @ Maddi Madpie you should tell him"

Asuka Lovely: "My sexy sexy SEXY SEXY BABY I MEAN when I tell you how i had to learn how to breathe while taking these.... I had to learn how to breathe... Em gave me the eyes... and worked her outfit.. she hated it for a good while. literally said why the fuck would i want a string so far up in my fucking kidneys... dumbass... i can't stand her sometimes.. BUT i think my reactions were fuelling her... i don't blush like EVER! and Em made me flustered... my knees buckled... my throat was dry.. it was like my ever-longing crush glazed my fucking way type shit... <.< SHE IS ANNOYING!! WHY IS SHE HOT!?"

Maddi Madpie: "I don't even know how to react because is that my best friend. duh of course it is BUT LIKE ACTUALLY???!!! you put her in a sexy fucking outfit honestly I know for a fact she loved the harness."

Asuka Lovely laughed at Maddi Madpie's comment.

Asuka Lovely: "SHE DID that and the boots XD hated the colors hated the fact she had to be in this Christmas-themed one. but i told her to suck it up or I won't dance for her."

Maddi Madpie hearted Asuka Lovely's comment

TMaddi Madpie: "She is fucking ridiculous oh my god only Emillie 😂😂🤣OKAY NOW LETS SEE IZZI BECAUSE IM CURIOUS... LIKE REALLLLLY CURIOUS AFTER SEEING EM."

Asuka Lovely: "LORD AND BEHOLD."

Maddi Madpie: "🤯🤯😱😱HOLY SHIT! WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT IS THAT IZZI ?!?!?!?! @ JujuBug"

JujuBug: "YES THAT IS MY LOVE!!!! IN A FUCKING THONG THIGH HIGHS AND HEELS AND MAKEE UP! Izzi wanted to be spooky but also go with lingerie.... i had to do some convincing... A LOT OF IT... BUT IZZI GAVE US BODYYYYYYYYYYYYY !!! THATS MY FUCKING BABY ! THATS MY STAR!!!! I want them to keep it on.. for science..... you know... just run some tests.... a lot of themmm...."

Asuka Lovely: "Honestly Izzi shocked all of us... they worked the camera and didn't seem shy about it at all.... i don't know what the agreement was between them and juju but this was a HIT!"

Maddi Madpie: "Just know I'm sending all of these to Rafa👀👀”

JujuBug: "By the end of my wedding he will be in this chat i don't give a fuck. 😤😤he won't be able to say no to me."

Maddi Madpie: "Good fucking luck.... that the one thing he is so strongly about not being a part of at all...😅 i think its cause we blow it up quite frequently😎🩷 he is my grizzy bear fo a reason, solo hermit mode."

JujuBug: "well i am persasive and it can be my wedding present."

JujuBug: "Any way we love you guys and I hope everyone recovers well 💜oh I took my hair out 😉”

Maddi Madpie: "........... @ Everyone .... talking about Rafa made me cave.......🫣🫣🫣 i needed my grizzly bear😩he even brought me my favorite food and stopped to get me coffee from my favorite coffeeshop.. not including all the kisses and hugs i instantly received. and he said i was super cutie all sniffly 🥹🩷🩷oh oh oh andddd including looppppyyy meds so hehehe i am currently laying on him and he is cozy, i like rubbing my noise against his chest ha-"

Maddi Madpie: "Madalyn is going to bed."

Blue Smurf: “@ Smokey Quartz yes I will most definitely record the dildo song for you 😘”

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sinfulnesxx · 1 year ago

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Her uncle was manipulating her body as he pleased, using her like a sex doll, that's what Nolan was at that moment, a sex doll to use and abuse. She saw into the man's face, his face reflected a sickly smile. “No, uncle. Please…” Nolan whimpered, seeing her uncle's massive cock glistening thanks to all her fluids, stroking him and ready to continue ravaging her pussy. “No, uncle. Wait…” But Nolan again felt her uncle ram into her suddenly and violently again, making the beautiful girl scream out in pain, with a couple of tears escaping her eyes before the pain the man caused her.

Her whole weak little body was shaking from the violent thrusts of the man who had her pinned to the floor of her room. Nolan lowered her gaze and saw that her uncle's cock was so deep inside her that a noticeable bulge had formed in her flat abdomen. She could see how that bulge moved, it was terrifying and unbelievable how the man's cock had gotten there. As that thick length began to stimulate her clitoris, the little slut began to writhe in a mixture of pleasure and pain she had never experienced before, her vaginal walls clenched with great force, seeking to milk that cock as Nolan screamed, a mixture of lust and pain.

“UNCLE, IT HURTS. NO!” Nolan cried out in pain as the man bit her neck, that would leave a nasty mark. Nolan didn't even have time to be able to struggle as her uncle pinned her arms and reinforced his dominance by grabbing her slender hip. “Please, Uncle, you're hurting me! Please don't, please! I don't want to get pregnant, uncle, please stop!” Nolan pleaded between loud sobs as tears rolled down her pink, flushed cheeks, her beautiful blue eyes crying like rivers.

Her uncle increased the force of his ramming even more, raping the beautiful girl with such brutality, Nolan could swear she could hear the wooden floor begin to creak beneath her. “That you're sick, he's going to kill you for impregnating me and to be doing this to his princess, you're horrible!” However, Nolan couldn't deny that she was enjoying this deep down inside, being brutally raped and even if she didn't say it in words, her body did, with her pussy still clenching hard, massaging and squeezing the man's massive fat cock, wanting every last drop of his seed.

Nolan was shaking his head, trying to keep his uncle's sweat off his face, watching as every muscle in the man's body tensed. “Please...” Nolan whimpered. The girl knew that begging was useless, but she couldn't do anything else but that, as her body kept betraying him and letting out loud moans in between her whimpers, writhing her legs at the pleasure, feeling how her pussy kept releasing fluids at how sexy the sweat-soaked man looked, how all huge and imposing musculature glistened under the light of her bedroom and feeling that she was getting closer and closer to orgasm.

@cxncordia

With a sadistic smirk, Allen pulls out his cock and flips the boy onto his back. He forces Nolan's legs apart and pins him to the floor, his cock throbbing and ready for more action. He can see the fear in Nolan's eyes, and he can't help but chuckle. "You think you can handle my dick, bitch?" He growls, his cock teasing the boy's pussy lips. "Think again, bitch. I'm gonna fucking wreck you!" And with that, Allen shoves his cock back inside the boy's tight hole and starts fucking him with a renewed ferocity.

His hips piston back and forth, and he can feel the boy's inner walls tightening around him. But he doesn't stop. He keeps fucking, his cock thrusting deep and hard, pushing into Nolan's sweet spot and making him squirm and moan. Allen can feel his desire bubbling and that is why he attacks straight on the boy's neck, his teeth digging into the flesh and leaving deep bite marks. He's lost in the pleasure, lost in the lust, and he's determined to get what he wants. One hand grabs the boy's arms and holds them over his head, while the other grabs his hips and pulls him closer, his cock slamming into the boy's pussy with each thrust.

"Take it, bitch. Take it all," Allen growls, his voice thick with desire. "You're gonna be my personal cocksleeve, and I'm gonna fuck you every night. I'm gonna fuck you raw and leave my load inside of you, and you're gonna beg for it." A mocking and teasing chuckle came out of his lips, and Allen began to increase the intensity of his fucking. His hips were bucking and he was using his superior strength to pin the boy to the ground. "What do you think your dad's gonna say when he sees the mess I've made of his little princess, huh?" The fucking turns rough, Allen's chest hair trapped with sweat and his locks of dark hair falling over his face. The muscles on his chest and abs were contracting with each thrust, and his cock was throbbing with need. "What do you think your Dad's gonna do when he sees me fuck you into oblivion, hmm?" Allen can feel his desire boiling, and he knows that he won't be able to hold back much. His biceps are bulging and his pecs are glistening with sweat, thick veins are popping out on his arms and neck, and his breathing is labored and ragged. He's on the verge of losing control, and he's ready to let go.

#cxncordia

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leossmoonn · 3 years ago

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House Arrest

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pairing - carl gallagher x fem!reader

type - smut

note - 16+

summary - you and your house arrest officer have some fun

warnings / includes - season 11 spoilers!! language, eating & food, teasing, usual crude shameless humour, smut - some dry humping, unprotected penetrative sex, riding, use of handcuffs. you are both adults in this !! also i just want to say, when i say “perky breasts” and “glowing skin” i mean that your nipples are hardened and yours aroused, and that your skin is beautiful and it looks perfect. just wanted to disclaim bc i dont want you guys to think im writing for a particular look of a person, because i dont have perky boobs either, or perfect looks but i just mean these descriptors as objective and just describing that youre turned on and that carl thinks youre gorg…. i felt like yall know this but i just wanted to say this ok bye enjoy reading lmao

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*gif isn't mine* (i had to change the sexy gif guys sorry lmao)

“morning, miss, uh, l/n,” carl greeted.

you ran your tongue over your lips, smirking and looking at him up and down.

“you aren’t officer foster,” you stated.

“uh, yeah, i’m not. she’s on vacation, so i’m her fill-in,” he explained. “mm, i bet you could fill me,” you muttered.

“what was that?” carl questioned.

you giggled as you saw his ears go pink. he obviously heard you, but he was trying to avoid starting anything.

“nothing. so, how old are you?” you asked. “19,” he answered.

“oh, good. i didn’t want to be a sex convict,” you smirked. carl raised his brow at you, causing your smile to falter. you rolled your eyes. “i’m kidding. geez, the old cops have a better sense of humour than you.”

“sorry. i take my job seriously,” he said. “no worries. i like a man who cares,” you shrugged. you stepped away from the door fame, opening the front door wider. “well, come in. you’ll do your job better inside.”

he nodded and stepped in.

“go ahead and take your shoes off. make yourself at home. you’ll be here for the next seven hours,” you instructed. you shut the door, making your way into your kitchen.

carl looked up from the floor after he took off his shoes, eyes widening and pants tightening at the sight you. your shorts were a lot shorter in the back. more than half your ass was exposed. you swung your hips, your tank top riding up to show your hips. your skin looked so soft, your body moving smoothly with each step you took. he was in a trance.

you turned your head back to look at him, smiling coyly. you bit your lip, your eyes racking down his body painfully slow, making his heart drop. you gestured for him to walk over, sitting down slowly on one of your island chairs. you crossed your legs, a little part of your panties showing.

“hungry?” you asked. your voice was sickly sweet, dripping with suggestion.

“u-um, no, thanks,” he coughed, forcing himself to break out of his daze.

“shame, i made cinnamon rolls,” you sighed. “do you treat officer foster like this?” he asked.

“like what?” you asked innocently. you leaned forward, your tank top dipping down to show the top of your breasts.

“making her breakfast, letting her take your shoes off?” he asked. he tried his hardest to avoid looking at anything but your eyes. you smiled at his attempts, your respect and attraction for him growing.

“sometimes,” you admitted, sitting up. “usually she only eats the lunch i fix, though. there was one time she sat on the couch, but she usually just pulls up a chair and sits by the door.”

“hmm,” carl hummed. “can i sit on the couch?”

“yeah, of course,” you nodded. “like i said, make yourself at home.”

“thanks,” he said, making his way to your living room. you watched with hooded eyes as he sat down on your couch, bringing his hips as he found a comfortable position.

you squeezed your thighs together, your mind racing with dirty thoughts. man, were you pathetic. you couldn’t help it though. you hadn’t had a boyfriend in a while, and you stopped sleeping around after high school. you hadn’t been touched by anyone but yourself in almost a year. you were starved and knew that this new officer would be your only chance to any type of intimacy, especially since you were on house arrest.

“so, what’s your name?” you questioned. “officer gallagher,” he answered.

you smiled, taking a cinnamon roll and walking over to him. “i mean your first name.”

“oh. it’s carl,” he said. “nice to meet you carl,” you said as you sat on the chair across from him.

he gave you a polite smile, averting his gaze to the window behind you. he began to drum his fingers on his knees, adjusting his body every few seconds. you chuckled as he looked bored out of his mind.

“you’ve never done this, have you?” you asked.

“no. is that obvious?” he chuckled. “a little,” you shrugged with a smile. “what do you usually do?”

“fight crime,” he explained. “is it fun?” you asked.

“not really nice my advisor is a little harsh,” he sighed. his eyes met yours, surprised to see you staring at him with a normal expression. he looked away, talking again. “but she’s better than old partner. he just had us sit in the police car the whole time.”

“that’s good. there’s always some good in the bad,” you smiled.

“yeah,” he smiled with you. “so, what did you to to be on house arrest and have a police officer with you?”

“didn’t you read my report?” you asked. “no, honestly,” he admitted.

“i’ve been caught drunk driving three times. i also shoplifted twice. really minor crimes, but the police department is full of fat fucks who want money - no offense,” you chuckled.

“none taken. i’m not one of then,” he shrugged. “oh, really?” you raised a brow.

“well, not yet,” he joked. “hopefully you never become one of them. you know, i gotta say, it’s brave becoming a police officer in 2021,” you smirked.

“it’s really the only job i could’ve gotten, to be honest. i’m not the smartest, and my athletic ability is really the only good quality i have. plus, i like helping people. i’m not one of those racist assholes,” he explained.

“i didn’t think so,” you said. your lips upturned into a cheshire cat-like smile. “so, how much do you workout?”

“i just go on runs. i don’t really lift weights too much,” he answered.

“you have high stamina, then?”

carl swallowed harshly as he watched you spread your legs, looking at him with devilish eyes. if he didn’t know your intend, he would’ve just thought you were moving in your chair, slouching to find a more comfortable position, but he knew this game all too well.

“yeah-yeah, i guess,” he stammered.

you took the last bite of your cinnamon roll, locking eyes with him as you licked the icing off of your fingers. your tongue swirled around your first finger, your lips making a little ‘pop’ sound as you took your finger out of your mouth.

“still don’t want a cinnamon roll?” you asked. “um, i-i’ll take one,” he nodded.

“great,” you grinned. you stood up, strutting into your kitchen.

“well, shit,” carl muttered to himself. this is not what he had in mind when his advisor told him he would be doing house arrest. it wasn’t like he wasn’t enjoying it, he was, but he didn’t want to lose his job because of you.

you came back quickly, this time sitting next to him. he thanked you as you handed him the cinnamon roll. he finished it in a few bites, going to lick his fingers, but you stopped him.

“here, let me,” you offered. you took his hand, electricity surging through his veins. your heart stopped as you wrapped your fingers around his hand. you looked into his eyes, smiling widely as you saw his wide pupils. you kept the eye contact as you brought his middle finger to your lips. you slid it into your mouth, swirling your tongue to suck off all the icing.

carl couldn’t help but groan huskily. his dick twitched in his pants as you winked at him, sliding his finger out of your mouth with a ‘pop’. he wasn’t sure he would be strong enough to resist you.

“you have a little icing on your lips. let me get it for you,” you said.

you leaned in, your eyes holding the intense eye contact. carl’s breath hitched as your tongue ran across his top lip, the tip of your tongue sliding across the flesh. he watched you carefully, his hands gripping the fabric of the couch. butterflies swarmed in his chest. he thought his heart was going to burst as closed the gap between you two, pressing your lips against his and sucking off the icing.

as much as carl loved the feel of your body on his, the way you teased him, the way your lips fit together perfectly with his, he had to stop. this was wrong, and you both knew it.

carl pushed you away suddenly, scooting away from you. you pouted, sitting up on your knees.

“we-we can’t do this,” he shook his head.

“i was only trying to help,” you shrugged.

“n-no, i’m your parole officer. this is wrong.”

“oh, c’mon, carl. we both know you want me, and i sure as hell want you. you won’t be able to resist me for long, officer.”

you pushed your tits together, tilting your head so your neck was now exposed. carl’s pants got tighter and tighter, his mind racing with sinful images of you. he looked you up and down multiple times, having trouble fighting his urges.

“ah, fuck it,” he muttered. he slid over to you, grabbing the back of your neck and crashing his lips onto yours.

you moaned immediately, kissing him back with the same amount of force and heat. you both opened your mouths simultaneously, tongues meeting and teeth clashing. your lips got wet with his saliva and you found it hard to keep a grip on his lips. you put your hands on the sides of his face, cupping his jaw as you pressed your body against his.

carl’s arm snaked around your waist, his hand sliding under your tank top. your body jolted at his cold fingers, but you didn’t pull away. you kissed him harder, lifting yourself up to sit on his lap. his fingers crawled up your back, caressing your skin gently. your heart hammered against your ribcage. you could hear your blood pumping in your ears.

once your hips met with his, you started to grind. the tip of his dick brushed up against your clothed clit. as little whines escaped your mouth, you rolled your hips faster and faster with each passing second. carl had trouble kissing you as you grinded against him. his hands grabbed at your sides, his head lolling back.

you smiled as you saw his eyes closed, his mouth dropping in pleasure. the need for his dick inside of you grew to an almost painful extent. you stopped your movements, carl’s eyes snapping open.

“don’t worry. i’m just getting this party started,” you assured him.

you got up from the couch, going over to close the blinds. you turned back around, smiling at carl. without any words, you started to strip. you took off your tank top, revealing your perky breasts. carl’s mouth watered at the sight, his green eyes growing darker with lust. you then slipped off your shorts and panties, leaving you standing naked in front of your parole officer.

“like what you see?” you smirked.

“very much. you’re stunning.” his eyes sparkled as they raked over your figure. he admired your supple curves, glowing skin, the curve of your ass, your hardened nipples. you were perfect.

“well, thank you. you’re pretty handsome yourself,” you winked.

“thank you,” he blushed. “well, i can’t be the only one naked,” you huffed playfully.

“oh, right,” he chuckled. he took off his vest hastily. he began to take off his belt, remembering he had a gun, taser, and handcuffs that you would easily kill him with. he looked at you nervously. “um, this isn’t a good idea. why don’t you put your clothes back on and we can just watch a movie or something.”

you eyes his utility belt, understanding his worry. you went over to him, putting your hands together.

“handcuff me,” you said. “wha-what?” he sputtered, eyes growing to the size of saucers.

“you’re obviously worried if i’ll kill you or something, which i won’t, but i respect the worry. so, handcuff me so it’ll be harder for me to get your gun,” you explained.

“i-i don’t think that’ll work,” he said.

“okay, well, suit yourself. i’ll just be upstairs naked, fingers in my pussy, screaming your name,” you sighed, walking off. “carl, carl,” you began to fake moan.

“u-uh, here. give me your hands,” he stood up immediately.

you smiled, “atta boy.”

butterflies fluttered in his stomach as he cuffed you. he thought he had experienced wild sex with his high school girlfriend kassidi, but this as crazy.

“you’ve never done this before, have you?” you asked.

“um, i’ve had sex with handcuffs before, but no, i haven’t had sex in this particular situation before.”

“did you or the girl have handcuffs on?”

“me,” he chuckled. “wow. hot,” you giggled.

he let out a breathy laugh. “too bad kassidi was a psycho, though.”

“well, i promise you i’m not crazy or anything, i just like drinking and stealing things i can’t pay for.”

“don’t worry, i get it. i’m from the southside, so i did a lot of thieving when i was a kid.”

“oh, that just makes you even more attractive.”

“really?”

“i like a boy with a little edge,” you shrugged. “now,” you said, grabbing his shirt and leading him back to the couch. “looks like you still have some clothes to take off.”

carl smiled, taking off his shirt. you bit your lip, enjoying the view. his had a toned chest, his biceps flexing a little as he unbuckled his belt. he had a prominent collar bone and broad shoulders, perfect for putting your legs over if he were to ever fuck you in missionary.

before he could take his pants off, you started to kiss him. you climbed on top of him, your hands resting against his upper-chest. his hands groped your hips, sliding down to your ass. you moaned as he massage your bum, causing you to roll your hips with his.

you let your arms drop in-between you two, unbuttoning his pants. you sat up on your knees, waiting for him to take them off. he shoved his pants and boxers down, revealing his erection.

“ready?” you asked.

“definitely,” he nodded. “wait, do you have a condom?” he asked.

“i’m on birth control,” you said. “i can show you the pills if you don’t believe me,” you added as you saw the thoughts in his eyes.

“i believe you,” he said. “do you have any STDs or anything?” you asked.

“no, and i got tested two weeks ago, actually. came back all clean. i can call my doctor to confirm,” he said.

you smiled. “i believe you.”

he gave you a toothy, excited smile. he put one of his hands on your hip, guiding you. the tip of his dick brushed up against your clit, causing you to whimper. pre-cum dripped down the side of his dick at the feeling and sound. his eyes snapped up you, watching your face as you slid onto his dick.

your head lolled back, jaw dropping and a deep, raw moan filling your throat. carl’s dick twitched inside of you. he let out a groan, a few curses leaving his mouth, causing your heart to drop to your chest. you put your hands on his chest, holding yourself up as you wiggled a little, getting yourself adjusted before you started to move.

carl gulped as your walls slid against him slightly. his grip on your body tightened and he looked at your face again, surprised to see you already looking at him. you stared into his eyes as you started to move. your bounces started off slow and subtle, savoring how good he filled you up.

as your movements started to get faster and a little rougher, you moved your head in closer and captured his lips into a wet, heated kiss. your teeth clashed with his as your kisses started to get sloppy. you let yourself sink completely on his dick, feeling him right up against your g-spot.

“fuck, feel s’good,” you gasped.

“you’re so good at this,” carl moaned.

you smiled a little, “thank you.”

carl’s grip on your waist got harsher and he was soon helping you move. you leaned back, exposing your breasts as you moaned and whined. your breasts bounced up in his face, hitting the bottom of his chin. without any warning, his mouth attached to your nipple, his tongue swirling around it.

“ca-carl,” you whimpered.

your hips met with his faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in your house. you brought your hands up to his neck, situating your handcuffed wrists so you were able to rake your fingers through his hair. you pulled on his brown curls, little gasps and squeaks coming out of your mouth.

“fuck,” you drew out the ‘u’ as one of his hands came down between you. his thumb found your clit, pressing gently against the bud.

“you’re so good at this,” you groaned.

carl chuckled, “i’ve had some practice.”

“i can tell - oh!” you gasped. his mouth attached to your other breast, his teeth nibbling against your skin and rolling your nipple between them gently.

“carl, i-i think i’m gonna…” you trailed off, digging your nails in his flesh.

“fuck, me, too,” he groaned.

your walls pulsated around his cock as you felt him twitch inside of you. you rode out your high, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you orgasmed. you felt him come inside of you in hot spurts, the sensation making your stomach flip.

his thumb stopped rubbing your clit, detaching his mouth from your boob and resting his head on your couch. you stopped your movements at once, exhaling deeply and resting your head in the crook of his neck. as a few moments, you got up, stumbling to the bathroom as your legs were tired. you used the bathroom, picking up your clothes and getting dressed.

carl took his turn to use the bathroom, coming out with just his shirt off. you collapsed on your couch, sighing and closing your eyes.

“did that wear you out?” carl teased. “yes,” you laughed, opening your eyes. “i, um, haven’t had sex in a while, so my stamina is low.”

“why do you take birth control, then?” he asked.

“for my periods. they used to get really heavy and well… that’s probably TMI for you,” you chuckled.

“not really. i have an older sister, debbie, who talked to me about that stuff. and my girlfriends, too.”

“nice to know,” you smiled. “well, what about you? are you tired?”

“a little,” he admitted. “well, don’t be afraid to take a nap. i probably will,” you yawned.

“that’s not part of my job description,” he said.

“and neither is having sex, but look, you did that,” you grinned.

he chuckled, “i did break a lot of rules, didn’t i?”

“i won’t tell if you don’t,” you held up your pinky.

he walked over to you win a grin, locking his pinky with yours. “deal.”

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malaks-perch · 3 years ago

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Can a girl get uhhh alpha asra x omega fem!reader headcanons? I'm talking the fluffy stuffs and the sexy bits? Thank you in advance

alpha asra??? i’m so taking advantage of this, i mean *tries to be ominous* ahem.. alpha asra.. i see... let’s see what tales come of this~

warmings: there's angst, fluff, reader has bits and pieces of anxiety, jealous asra, reader's neighbor is an ass kinda, smutty, mention of hard ons, overstim, i tried to stay true to asra's nonbinary nature (if i didn't don't come for me), good nice fluffsies

how you meet

of course he’s out grumping around bc well he’s glum bc he picked a fight with another alpha over something he decides was tRiViAL

our asra doesn’t like fights, but this a-hole was pissing him off

but he’s wandering around the muddled, impoverished vesuvian regions and he’s vaguely aware of where he’s going bc he’s tipsy and feeling aimless as he walks

apparently tipsy asra shirks his moral compass and decides to swing into a little stand, it’s broken down and surrounded by plenty of people, he decides he’s got nowhere to go and stays waiting for a baked treat like everyone else

then he gets a whiff of something that makes him stumble

people are looking at him funny and he knows he’s not that drunk, but he’s reeling because there’s no way a pastry can smell that good

there’s a someone that’s nice enough to check on him, but he pays them no mind, instead he smells it now and he feels more awake with the bitter intoxication that tickles his nose. he’s tipsy, attempting to stand upright, and he’s gathering his bearings

but he inhales, swallowing down this intoxicating smell by a lungful and suddenly he’s drowning in it and his mind has hazed over in a completely different way

one minute he’s slumping into a wall and the next he finds himself stumbling and that somehow turns into running before he’s stopping and finds you, who is nestled deep in a crowd, with a scent cancelling collar hanging a little too low on your neck

how he smelled it whilst tipsy?? he has no clue, but he grabs the person walking behind him, exchanges the pastry in their hand with a generous amount of coin before he wills himself to approach you

asra prays to whatever stars are aligned that he doesn’t look creepy since he’s very out of breath when he approaches you

now asra worked up a sweat and his scent is rolling off of him in waves which gives you no room to doubt where it’s coming from

it’s so thick that it makes you choke and the intoxicating scent he chased turns sickly sweet, it makes a handful of people, including asra fall to their knees from how powerful the scent is

and you’re running away, he can barely smell you over all the distressed, angry scents being released, but his body is drunk and his mind is sober and he swears that he’ll never forget your scent and the distressed turn that he caused

he thinks about you that night, he can’t help it bc even buzzed, his body remembers you and the semi that’s firm on his leg won’t let him forget it

he tries to court you

he’d been looking endlessly for a couple of weeks; searching, asking anyone about your whereabouts, and even resorting to magic in hopes of a clue

but the moment he decided to take a break, there you were

he’s a little panicked bc your scent isn’t flowing towards him and he can’t identify you the only way his alpha knows how and it worsens when he realizes he didn’t bring a gift and faust is on his shoulder, rhythmically squeezing trying to get him to focus a little

the panicked scent caught your attention and you happen to meet his gaze and asra freezes where he is before his shoulders droop a little and he trudges over until he’s a little over six feet away.

his violet eyes flicker up to yours that are bright under the vesuvian sun and he sighs, a hand rubbing his neck as he tries to think, but then his nervous laugh flitters up and the panicking alpha inside him worsens when he realizes he has not a thing to say

“y, you may not remember me..” he starts, “but i was the drunk who was panting like a dog with a pastry in my hand.”

you curl in on yourself because how could you forget? his scent was overwhelming and then yours drowned his out completely before you ran away. it was truly an embarrassing scene.

“i remember” is all you say and he nods, muttering a ‘right’.

“i am so sorry for overwhelming you,” he waves his hands and he doesn’t let his gaze wander now that you’re in front of him. “i really loved your scent, i should’ve been more careful when i was trying to court you, and i hope that you’ll allow me to make it up to you or i could leave.”

honestly you’re surprised the alpha that smelled like liquor and bitter roses was apologizing despite the weeks that went by

and now that you’ve seen him in broad daylight, you’re really over the moon bc you’d been checking him out without really knowing who he was and you’re still wary given your last interaction, but given how he is now, you give him the chance

from there, asra really goes all out

every single time you meet, which is in the town square btw, his spicy-sweet scent rolling off him in waves with the lingering of the bittersweetness you could only match with that of blackberries

if his scent and how positively sexy he looks all the time isn’t gift enough, then whatever he has in hand is definitely enough

asra loves spoiling you and frankly, sees it as an excuse to go shopping

so he’s always bringing a new trinket that he saw in the market yesterday and thought you would like or surprise you with a plush throw that he has neatly tucked away in his bag that he couldn’t help himself from buying when the thought of you had come across his mind

he takes this courtship so seriously because he’s already made up in his mind that he wants this and he wants you to see it

there’s nothing to prove besides how he wants to be the best alpha he can for you

he’s a little wide-eyed when you take his hand, but he smiles and nuzzles his nose into your nape because he likes the yelp you give when he surprises you with affections

dating asra

he’s absolutely thrilled that you’ve chosen him to be your alpha

definitely believed that this was commendable enough to go out and have dinner together

dating this alpha asra includes lots and lots of scenting

the first time you were scented was a bit of an accident, you’d buried your face into his chest because you were embarrassed and the subtle mix of your scent made him bristle

his pupils were blown when you looked up and he forced his eyes away, muttering something about how your scent briefly overwhelmed him

it’s safe to say that he’s completely enthralled with how your scent mixed with his gives off the same scent as a spicy, full-bodied wine and a musk that vaguely reminds one of bittersweet roses

it’s quite unorthodox considering the earthier smells that are precedent for the average scent of an alpha, but you can’t bring yourself to hate how intoxicating it is

asra will usually be the one asking you to scent things for him because you’re rather shy whenever he tries to cuddle up next to you so having a pillow that reeks heavily of your scent is the next best thing

whenever you ask him to scent an article of clothing he tries to hide how excited he is, but his plan always falls through when you catch him eagerly rubbing away at his scent glands with a subtle purr

he’s not very jealous, but he doesn’t like when you come home and your scent isn’t your pure, unaltered perfume

he growls and gets a little grumpy if he realizes this and he’ll tug you to him, in the middle of dealing with a customer, to bury his head in your neck without breaking eye contact with the patron

if you scent him, he’s going to be purring and cuddling you no matter where you are it’s as simple as that, but he does try to keep it behind closed doors

he’s always warring with himself bc he loves scenting you, but he doesn’t like it when other people see all the love he has to give

he introduces you to muriel

both are absolutely taken with how you subtly hide behind asra at the mere sight of him and after a bit of talking, you find muriel’s also an omega and oddly enough hasn’t found any interest in dating alphas

you’re sure he has his reasons, but what had been tea with them both turned into exchanging nesting tips with muriel who seemed quite taken by what you had to say

asra spends the entire time looking at you and afterward noses your nape with a smile and noncommittally adds that he loves that muriel’s taken a liking to you

but he’s not so keen on how you and julian have come to know each other

it’s not that he didn’t intend for you to meet him or that julian’s a bit much sometimes, asra would like to think it’s the circumstances

he’s got his face buried into your neck and he’s glaring at julian from over your shoulder, arms wrapped around your middle and you’re seated in his lap. asra’s never really gotten jealous so you don’t know what it looks like until julian is tossing his head back and laughing at a muttered quip you make

“it’s not that funny,” asra mutters. you tilt your head to get a look at his astonishing violet eyes that are cut at julian and his scent turned from the whisp of the roses you loved to the lone bitterness of burning blackberries.

your hand sat on his lap for reassurance, but they turned white from where they bundled into your clothes at julian's next words.

“i went to check up on you and you weren’t home, i guess i should’ve known someone else snatched you up.” asra didn’t even hear how julian added how glad he was that you were in good hands.

“he knows where you live?” and almost all self-restraint goes out the window when julian mentions having your spare key.

you forgot that you gave it to him and you’re about to check on asra when you feel his arms loosen. you might think he’s put off by the entire encounter until you feel that favorite spot on your neck being suckled.

julian flushes a bit, laughing and trying to help the conversation ease again, but asra grounds out a gravelly purr when you whimper quiet in your throat and he buries his face in your neck.

a knowing look passes his face when he glances over at julian, “keep talking. you’re still interested right, love?” he asks like you’re not shaking like a leaf in his lap.

asra gets so flustered whenever you bring it back up, he couldn’t help that particular urge

he does favor that he had you trembling in his lap though

tends to get more handsy the more intimate your relationship becomes and he’s not a big fan of pda, or at least he wasn’t before he met you

he’s such a doting alpha, making sure you had something to eat and making sure you stay hydrated

tell him about your day, he’s invested and you’ve noticed that he has a habit of multi-tasking and doing something as he listens, but that habit dissolves when it’s you

asra’s full attention lands on you, he always asks you to give him a moment if he’s doing something because he wants nothing distracting him from precious moments with his little omega

he does a lot to take care of you and when you remind him the same, make sure he’s properly taken care of himself, his eyes get a little misty

but if you think that’s extreme, you should see his face whenever you surprise him by coming over

the first time you came over unannounced, he squawked and buttressed himself between you and the stairs claiming he hasn’t gotten it to his standards

p.s. it’s already clean, he’s lowkey tidy like that, but he wanted it to be neat and clear whenever you decided to come along

if he notices your shoulders drop or your smile falter or even the tiniest note of disappointment in your voice, he’s caving in and leading you upstairs by the hand

the bed is cluttered with so many pillows and blankets, he can’t even look at you head on because he knows he’s gone overboard with the pillows that are on the floor and neatly folded blankets at the foot of his bed

he wanted to make sure you had enough of everything in case there were some pillows you didn’t like, but this man is the king of comfort so that’s impossible

his heart can barely take watching you scuttle around; analyzing and in awe at his comfy living space

but when he watches you bury yourself in the pillows on the bed, organizing them a tad before plopping down and relaxing on your back with a dazed smile on your lips, he sets a hand on his face and exhales

you might think he’s emotional, his partner- his omega came to check on him, loves his home, is sitting relaxed and feeling safe in his bed

you almost ask him what’s wrong until you see a muscle in his thigh twitch

it’s a muscle, but from the movement, you can tell it’s not his thigh

he loves cuddling with you and spends hours with his head in your lap bc there’s something about your hands playing in his hair that is so addicting

his purr is so sweet and you have a hard time saying no when it’s cut short by a curt hum, questioning why you stopped

kissing is more intense because he’s connected to you in away that no one else can be and he melts when you initiate and you do so a lot more than he does because of it

his body falls slack and his arms, if he’s not holding something, wrap around you immediately bc for him it’s instinct at this point

he loves pecking your nose, but his favorite spots are your nape and your thighs

he’s indifferent about leaving marks, but he likes marking your nape before you go out or he likes leaving a few on your thighs bc when his hand falls to them it’s a reminder that only he can leave such a trivial thing in such an intimate place

he takes them more seriously when you stop taking scent suppressants bc apparently you’re scent is like a candle and he hates it when alphas flock to it like moths

as long as he can mark your nape and place a couple marks that are subtle and not outrageously causing you embarrassment, he’s fine, but his alpha still presses him to rub the bitter intoxicant that is his scent all over you before you decide to leave

you finally decide to take him to your home and he’s moved when he gets there

he doesn’t care where you live (as long as the neighborhood is okay and no one’s openly flirting or bothering you, it’s okay) bc just getting to be here, in a place that you’re so careful to reveal to people

asra is in love with your place and if he’s not feeling good, maybe another alpha pissed him off or maybe he simply misses you, he’ll close up shop and head over to your place

he notices you’re a little nervous when he comes around, but as much as you try to deny it, he can smell your distressed scent and he’s not having it

you sort out a little knock and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you happy whenever you hear it and rush to the door

and while we’re on the subject, asra is scary when someone causes you an upset

you’ve never seen anyone more cutthroat than him

you went shopping with him and someone scared you, accidentally bumping into you and it was a beta as big as muriel who shyly apologized for making you chirp aloud

asra was at your side in a blink of an eye, nosing you and making sure you were okay and he cocked a brow at the beta, “be more careful” is all he’ll growl at the beta like it wasn’t your fault for not paying attention

but if someone upsets you, he senses it when you’re not around?

once he was at the shop and he suddenly felt like he should check on you so he swung by your place and a neighbor of yours was talking to you, holding a hand over his nose and flailing his arms

you look so small and asra will approach, pulling you by the arm very carefully and leaning you towards him so his forehead bumps yours

then it occurs to him that your neighbor is still yelling and when he finds that it’s about some clothes that were left hanging on the fence that wound up catching your scent, you notice something dull in his eyes

asra’s brows lift, but you can’t see amiable light that makes a home in the whirls of fuchsia irises as he walks over to your neighbor who hasn’t noticed even when asra lifts the shirt to his nose and tosses it onto your neighbor’s bushes, “it doesn’t smell like linen. so?” you’ve never heard his voice without it’s light tone and it’s bone-chilling, but your neighbor hasn’t caught onto why you’re shying away yet.

“so?” your neighbor almost roars, “i think you need to get that omega in line! whenever i do my laundry, that rotten-”

“watch-” asra matches his tone and your neighbor takes a half step back at the loudness your seemingly docile alpha was capable of, “your tone.” his voice is quieter and the atmosphere becomes eerily timid as he continues, “i think you owe my omega an apology. you put your laundry out apparently knowing the risk of a scent mixing.”

your neighbor bristles when asra mentions reporting this as harassment and suddenly the snappy neighbor can’t look either of you in the eye when asra’s growl is low and shaking everything in a six foot radius from the depth of his chest.

“apologize.” he gets louder, “now.”

he’s not sorry for that one, your neighbor deserved it and is the quietest you’ve ever known them to be

asra’s not possessive, but when he’s asleep you become his teddy bear

when you get up to use the bathroom, he growls a warning in his sleep and tugs you back towards him and when you mention it to him while he’s awake, he simply shrugs with a smirk asking if you object to it

he pouts if you say yes

you spend a lot of your time at his place because he doesn’t like getting up to go to work and have to leave you so comfortably nuzzled in a place that smells of you and him

mornings with him include: lazy kisses, massages, lots of cuddling and sleepy murmurs of sweet nothings, scenting, marking, and his low growls when you tell him it’s time to wake up

he’s insatiable, morning and night, but he’s a little more... sensitive during his ruts

ruts, heats, and other things

he spent a couple ruts by himself without your knowledge

he’s the type of person that you won’t know is in rut unless you go visit him

once you obliviously went to visit him during a rut and there was a sign on his door marked: not home, try again later with a couple hearts on it but a faint noise gave him away

he moaned and you yipped before scurrying away, he blushes so hard when he heard you squeak and he would’ve been ashamed if he didn’t want to hear that sound whilst you were beneath him

asra asks if you’d be willing to help him with his heats, not in a way that you would simply help him out with a task, but if you felt comfortable with stepping that boundary for yourself, then he would very much appreciate the help

it’s honestly so sweet how he’s open with you and puts himself out there, you love it and don’t take it for granted bc ahh, what a lover he is

when your heat is coming up and you tell him that you’re ready for this step in your relationship where he helps you with your upcoming heat, he’s blown away

it was casually mentioned when no one was in the shop and asra’s knees almost lock up so he has to lean onto the sturdiest thing closest to him because he wasn’t expecting you to say it this casually or openly

he has time lined up for when this sort of thing happens, excuses are at the ready for when it comes time to be with you in a way he’s daydreamed about more than he likes to admit

by helping you with your heat, you also showed him a more vulnerable side that he’d almost completely forgotten about

he bursts into tears when you show him your nest

he recognizes every single article in it, things that he’s given you when he was trying to prove himself to you, pillows, blankets, clothes that he’d scented for you and even some of his things sprinkled in there

it shouldn’t surprise him, but it does and he slides to the floor because he’s so lucky to have you and that your trust extends to him at such a length

he really loves being in the nest and the coming days, when he’s not buying food with you or stocking up on water, medicine, and bandages (if neeeded) then he’s napping and cuddling you in this nest you’ve created

when your heat does come around, he knows that there’s no way he can feel for anyone else the way he does for you

he was taking a nap with you and woke up to you whining in your sleep, your hips twitching a little

the only thing he could think to do was appreciate how you trusted him

everything took a turn after that

you’ve cum so many times already and you’re shaking from your orgasm a few seconds ago, your chin resting on your chest as you gasped and your legs twitched as you looked down at asra

he’s as overstimulated as you are, his legs gave out a while back and you’ve only taken over for an hour or so, fingers pinching his puffy nipples making him arch and whimper a shaky moan, his hands squeezing your hips before your own retreat to bring his up to your chest

his brow quirks as he watches you pleasure yourself, “not enough, omega?”

it’s your turn to whimper, hand clamped over your mouth, but he tears it away from you, hand coming down to stroke your hyper sensitive sex and you cry out, back arching and hips bucking with his ministrations.

he can only watch in awe as he’s on the cusp of his own orgasm from you simply brushing over his sex like this.

“so pretty,” he slurs as your hips start bucking again, “tha’s right, use me, ‘mega. take what you need, pretty.”

in the window between you being sated or sleeping, he makes sure you’re eating how you need

of course he’s been making sure he’s staying hydrated and taking care of himself, but seeing that you can’t do much between the urges that drive you, he finds that carrying you or helping you to drink when you’re a bit too dazed makes his heart flutter

he’s so in love with you

in your sweat and cum stained state, he loves you so much and he makes sure you know between all the manhandling and lovemaking that he does and that he’s here for you

but if you think you’re needy then he’s definitely worse in his rut

the moment his restraint snaps, you’re in for it

he can’t take anyone else being around and he needs you to be at home with him, so i hope you’ve taken a few weeks off bc there’s going to be the rut, the aftercare, then the week of apologies

asra isn’t as needy as you think, he goes on longer than usual, canines threatening to sink into your neck as he fucks you on the dining room table for a few hours before begrudgingly letting you move to the bed

he’ll scent you with a hard on, face burying itself in your neck and lapping at the skin and purring at the taste of your scent so strongly mixed with his

asra needs to be reassured that you’re his mate and that no one else is going to take you from him

sure he’s definitely hard up for you, but he needs you to reassure him bc ruts are vulnerable times as much as heats are for omegas

his scent is unorthodox and you’ll hear him ask you about it more than once, asking if you’re sure you want to be with someone who smells like roses and blackberries rather than the salt water and leather that julian exudes

once those thoughts subside, i really think you should go down on him

it’s a mutual treat for everyone, i assure you

seeing him throw his head back and cry out when your tongue goes a little too low on his pelvis, it’s quite a sight to see when he’s shaking and gasping out moans as he cums too hard and finds himself half howling

after the period of sporradic sex is over, he spends so much time sleeping with you, spending the time regaining energy, bathing with you, and scenting you so much that your scent glands will reek of him for days on end

if you end up being marked, then you’d best take a long time off because he’ll want nothing but you for the next month so i truly hope the two of you can work something out

asra is such a doting caring alpha and any omega would be lucky to have him

but they don’t have him~

you do

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lokisprettygirl · 3 years ago

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The Possession (Sequel to Mystery of the Laufey Manor)

Read Chapter 11 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 12

Summary : Bruce tells his side of story, you ask loki to do something sexy for you.

As Bruce passed out you quickly walked over to him, James helped you get him on the couch. He looked very sickly as if he had been skipping meals for days.

"Steve will kill him" your eyes teared up as you looked at him , loki walked over to you and pulled you in his arms. You didn't want one more person to die because of you.

"No this is a good thing, we can use Bruce to exorcize Steve, we needed a medium anyways" Nat said and you thought about it. She placed her hand over his head and closed her eyes. A year ago you would have doubted her abilities but you literally freed your husband from a decade old curse caused by a witch. Anything was possible.

"He's tormented and feels immense guilt" You looked at him, he must feel the guilt of almost killing Loki.

"We should wait for him to wake up, I'm starving, me and Clint would go and get dinner for everyone" James said and Natasha got up to kiss him.

"We need to tie him up first, if Steve gets a hold of him it'll be impossible to control him" you brought a rope your father had in the storage and gave it to James, he tied Bruce to the sofa so he won't be able to get up.

"Are you feeling alright darling?" Loki asked you and you nodded. What Steve said about assaulting you in your sleep must have hurt you deeply but you were not allowing him to see your pain. He grabbed your arm and walked you towards the bedroom then he closed the door.

"Let it out, I'm always here for you darling" he caressed the side of your arms, rubbing it up and down soothingly. You looked to the side but he noticed your eyes filling up with tears

"Why didn't I wake up? Why didn't I .. how could I sleep through it" your voice came out in choked sobs as you thought about Steve raping you in your sleep. He wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tightly, you must feel violated and unsafe in the moment and all he wanted to do was take all that pain away from you. He didn't know you at the time when it happened but he wanted to turn back the time and protect you from this bastard.

"You couldn't have known darling, it's not your fault, we are going to get rid of him once and for all, I'll never let anyone hurt you again, not even myself" he kissed your forehead and held you until your sobs diminished. You were lucky to have him in your life, you had no idea how you'd have gone through this alone.

"Thank you lo..I love you so much" you tiptoed and kissed him softly.

"I love you"

When James came back with dinner, you all sat down in the living room to eat, Wanda was up and fine as well. But Bruce still had to gain consciousness. After dinner, they all decided to stay the night since having Bruce there could have gotten really dangerous for you both. Loki made tea for everyone and he found you sitting next to Bruce so he passed you a cup

"Thank you hubby, did you get one" you asked him as he sat next to you

"Miscalculation, I didn't make enough" he chuckled as he pressed a kiss on your temple, then his arm wrapped around your shoulder.

"Mmm we can always share tea my darling" you mimicked his accent and it made him tear up. He loves the light you have brought into his dark lonely life. He can't go on without you, he wanted you safe but he was afraid he'd fail you. You made him sip on the tea then you snuggled closer to him

"I just thought he wouldn't want to wake up alone"

"That's nice of you darling" he rubbed your arms softly, and you placed your head on his chest. After an hour or so you felt Bruce waking up so you both got up and maintained a little distance. Everyone else joined you both as they surrounded the couch. Bruce got up and looked at everyone

"Where am I?" He asked as he sat up and found himself tied

"Just calm down Bruce, you're at my apartment" you told him and he put his head down in his hands.

"Where have you been Bruce..you disappeared after Loki's accident" he looked at loki who seemed completely fine now.

"I don't know..I don't remember anything.. Something is happening to me, Steve, your friend Steve.. I saw him stab Loki that night" he said to you and your eyes widened.

"What do you mean you saw him?" Natasha asked him and he seemed more confused

"I don't know it's like I'm recalling a nightmare, but I remember Steve stabbing loki in the alley, then he ran away" you got up, went to the kitchen and brought him a glass of water as you noticed him starting to panic.

"Bruce ..you stabbed Loki ..That night in the alley it was you" he looked at you shocked as you said that.

"Oh god I ..why did I do that?" Natasha explained the situation as best as she could and he seemed to understand, he could connect the dots and missing pieces in his head.

"Mr. Laufeyson I'm so sorry I don't know why ..I can't apologize enough.."

"It's not your fault Mr Banner. No need to apologize, we understand what you're going through, he has made all our lives a living hell" Loki answered him. You brought him something to eat and drink, he was really grateful that he got here somehow and all of you were there for him.

"I thought I was going crazy, in the beginning, I heard voices and.."

"Footsteps" you finished his sentence and he nodded.

After a while you all decided that it would be best to keep Bruce locked in a room, so you gave him the bedroom upstairs. Father Coulson had left after dinner, while Sam Clint, Wanda, pulled out a mattress in the living room upstairs. You gave the bedroom downstairs to James and Nat.

"So we are sleeping on the sofa today it seems" you chuckled as he laid down on the sofa.

"The closer you are to me, the better I feel my love" he opened his arms so you could climb on top of him. You turned off the lights and snuggled into him, feeling safe and comfortable as ever. Ever since Steve told you that he raped you in your sleep you can't be at rest, your skin is crawling everytime you are thinking about it.

"Lo?" You called out to him and he hummed in response. He was tired from the craziness of the day.

"Will you fuck me after I fall asleep?" He wasn't sleepy anymore, he was wide awake in fact. And he was worried about you.

"Darling, why did you say that?" You put your head up and looked at him.

"Because I want you to do that to me" he sighed deeply as he kissed the top of your head

"Does it have something to do with that bastard ghoul" he asked you and you squeezed your eyes

"Yes and No. I'm absolutely mortified if he did that to me, a part of me still wants to believe that he won't stoop down so low but then seeing what he's doing now..I..that being said ..I want you to do that to me..with me..please"

You pressed kisses on his neck and your right hand rubbed his bulge over his pants,

"Fuck stop you little minx, we have guests" his voice came out all whispery and breathy in your ear

"Then be quiet..tell me..will you wake me up with your cock deep inside my pussy" his moan died in his throat as your hand slipped under his pants. The action along with your words drove him completely insane for you. Why can't he live this life? A life where all he has to do is work, and satiate his sexy pretty wife whenever she wants.

"Pleasssseee lo …I love you so much"

"You're so bad darling, so so bad..and I love you..so you're giving me your consent huh? Want me to ravish you while you're asleep, use your tight little cunt for my pleasure " he moaned as you stroked him up and down, your thumb brushed over the tip, collecting his precum then you used it as a lube.

"Fuck yess please baby" you almost whined and he grabbed your hand to pull it out of his pants.

"Then stop being such a whore and fall asleep" he whispered in your ear, making you gasp in response. You shall have revenge later.

He stroked your back until you fell asleep in his arms, took him some time but somehow he fell asleep too, when his eyes opened again it was still dark. He didn't know if he should do what you asked him to do, did you want to do it today? He did sleep with a raging hard on and he craved some sort of release, so he slowly flipped you under him. You looked so pretty and sweet like that, so innocent, he felt his heart breaking and his eyes teared up as he realised that Steve might have taken advantage of you.

Never again though, he's the only man who'd ever get to have you now, you're his, you belong to him. And you want him to claim you even in your sleep

"Fucking hell darling you'll be death of me I swear" he whispered softly as he pulled your night dress up. He didn't want to take your panties off, that would wake you up for sure so he just pulled it aside and played with your soft lips until he felt you starting to moisten, your juices coated his fingers. He unzipped his pants and pulled himself out, then he used the same hand to stroke himself until he was hard and ready to plunge in. He was praying to all the gods that he won't get caught by anyone but that added to the thrill, he knew he was doing something very naughty and risque, and that made him so fucking hard.

He guided the tip of his cock over your entrance and thrusted in slowly, he had to bite on your neck to stop the loud moan threatening to erupt from his throat, you gripped him so tightly and you're still sleeping somehow. He heard a soft little moan as he thrusted in and out of you slowly, you were starting to feel the pleasure. He wondered if you thought you were dreaming..

"You look so innocuous like this little darling, but only I know how whorish you can be for me, need my cock even in your sleep don't you?" He mumbled and you responded with a moan again, you slowly opened your eyes and you felt as if you had died and thrown straight in heaven. Your gorgeous sexy husband was fucking you so gently, he woke you up like you asked him to. You cupped his cheeks, and he looked at you

"Heyy" you whispered as you wrapped your legs around his waist

"That's what you wanted huh" he sucked a mark on your neck and you moaned loudly. Almost too loud.

"Shhhh darling, we have guests, don't want them to know what a slut you are for me now do you? can't go a day without my cock" His filthy words, combined with the feeling of being caught added to the ecstasy you were getting high on.

"Ohh godd yesss lo..fuck yes" you mumbled as he picked up his pace, your eyes landed on the bedroom door, you were hoping you two won't get caught. As thrilling as it felt in the moment, getting caught would be hell embarrassing.

"Mmm going to fill you up so good my love, you're mine to do whatever I please aren't you ?" He asked you and you nodded in desperation. You're his and you'll always be his. The first time he touched you, he touched more than just your skin, and you would never love anyone the way you love him.

"Yess I'm yours lo.. I'm yours .. please cum inside me please" your voice came out in whispers, a few more calculated thrusts of his hips and you both came around each other at the same time, your body moved in sync. He pressed his palm on your mouth to stop you from screaming his name out which you felt so thankful for.

"Fucking hellll" he propped himself on his arms to catch his breath. You giggled as you looked at his state, he was just..so beautiful

"They should keep you in the museum, you're so pretty post coitus" you pushed the curls behind his ears and leaned down to kiss you softly.

"Not as pretty as you are" he smiled as he kissed you again and then again.

He pulled out of you and you got off the couch to use the bathroom in the living room. Of Course he wasn't letting you go alone so he tagged along, he stood outside the door while you went in

"Can't I just stay in?" He asked you, he had a bad feeling and he didn't want to leave you alone

"We are not there yet" you chuckled as you kissed him back "I'll be fine, just need two minutes okay, two minutes I love you" you pecked his cheeks and locked the door from inside. But just a minute later he heard a sound of glass breaking from inside the bathroom. He called out to you but you didn't answer him

"Y/n? Darling open the door"

You opened the door but it wasn't you that he met when you came out.

He saw someone else instead.

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cevans-seb · 2 years ago

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Started with Coffee

Pairing: Actor Chris Evans x Author OC

Warning: none

Word Count: 2.8k

A/n: My first story on this account that involved gooeyness from Chris’ character and OC. Also to reiterate, all of my characters are P.O.C’s and plus size!

Nikita stretches out her knots and kinks after staying in her cubicle longer than required.

“Nikita, I have to lock up soon.” Danny, the custodian, informed.

“Gotcha Danny, I just need to finish these last few sentences.”

“I’m serious. I went on my rounds four times since I last stopped by and I need to get home.” he ran his fingers through his graying hair. “My wife is already calling my phone as is.” he rambled while toting his mop bucket with him.

This deadline is hanging over her head like a Jigsaw trap. Her boss, Stefan, bombarded her with an assignment involving her new story; the same story that has yet to be written by her. He requests that she submit a rough draft and have it on his desk Monday morning which is what leads her to an overnight cafe on a Saturday night. A caffeinated induced stroke of genius has her typing away on her laptop. Envisioning her character frolicking and roaming around green pastures, her protagonist being a wild-eyed, afro wearing scholar being unapologetically her. A happy soul that thrives off of peace and rainfall. Nikita was almost done with her final paragraph until her chair was bumped into, causing her coffee to spill onto her laptop.

“No,no, no,” she kept repeating as her laptop died, completely erasing everything she typed.

“I’m so sorry.” a man with a thick Boston accent apologized.

Nikita whips her head to find the culprit and a sexy culprit he was. Standing a smooth 6’1, tattoo peeking out of his low v-neck shirt, and a beard she knew would tickle her face if she kissed him. He also looked like Chris Evans.

“Wait, you’re Nikita Galstone? I’m a big fan of your work.” he beamed. “Chris Evans,” he held out his hand.

Something similar to a screeching tire went off in her head when she realized this was actually Chris Evans. Chris Evans knew who she was and liked her work. He was also the one who ruined her latest story that probably was going to be a pain to rewrite.

“Yeah, that's me. Nice meeting you, Mr. Evans.”

“No need for formalities!” his chipper voice seemed to make this whole encounter less awkward. “Want me to replace your laptop? I have a habit of breaking my own stuff and I guess I’m just prone to destroying technology.” Chris confessed.

Nikita laughs while shaking her head.

“Nah there’s no need. Perks of being a writer: I have like two laptops and a PC at home, so I think I’ll be okay.” she sips the little remains of her coffee. “Well, how about I get you a new cup of coffee.” he bargained. “I feel bad that I ruined your laptop.”

Chris scratched the back of his neck, nervous of her reply.

“This was a Venti, Matcha latte.” gesturing towards her cup. “You can throw in a few cookies for the trouble.” she smirked.

Chris agreed and they went up to the cashier. The barista, who was once starstruck, huffed as we approached her. She smacked her gum as Chris gave his order, barely paying him any attention when she lazily jotted them down. “I’ll be right back with her order.” her sickly sweet tone annoyed Nikita, but she ignored it when Chris peered down. He gave a genuine smile that made Nikita's heart race.

“So, what were you writing?” he asked after paying and receiving his items.

“A little short story. My boss has been grilling me for days now about it.”

“What’s the story about?”

“I don’t want to give too much away, but it’s about a black girl that lives as freely as she wants. A none wavering being that’s nomadic in her travels and thrives off of rushing winds dancing off her skin. She finds happiness in being alone. Self-solitude.” she answered with a fiery passion shown in her eyes, something Chris seemingly enjoyed seeing.

“Sounds good to me, do you have a release date yet?” he asked with piqued interest.

“Nope, which is why he’s on my ass so much. I have been in a brain fog for a while now and my writing took a hit because of it.” she confessed.

“I don’t want to overstep, but what has been bothering you?”

“Life, mother asking when I’m coming home, dad wondering when I’m done with this fantasy and actually finding a ‘real’ job, and my friends just ringing me up for a link up.I never knew how hard it was to socialize. For so long, I thrived off of being by myself. I managed better that way, but I’ve come to realize it’s deeper than anything I’ve ever known. It’s nice to find balance, and I’m still struggling trying to find it.”

Chris brows furrowed. He understood the frustration.

“I get it. This is shit is never easy.”

“Yeah, sorry if I went too deep.” She apologized.

“I asked, Nikita. I wanted to know what was going on in that pretty head of yours.”

Nikita’s eyes bucked like a chameleon. Did he call her pretty? Was she reading too much into this? Why was she hearing wedding bells?

“True, do you want a cookie?” She offered a macadamia nut cookie to him. Without thinking, he leaned down and bit into it, causing her to gasp. Chris sputtered an apology which made her giggle when he turned red. “ I guess I’m just overstepping boundaries today.”

“ I don’t know. It’s kind of cute seeing you turn into a tomato. Give me very much Veggie Tales.”

“Hm, does that make you the cucumber because you were very green up there.” he smirked.

“Please I wasn’t jealous. Annoyed? Yes. Jealous? No.” she defended, crossing her sweater covered arms.

“Eh, sounds like something a jealous person would say.”

“Jealous of what?”

“You didn’t see the barista flirting?” he mocked, dramatically gasping.

With an eye roll, you walked out of the cafe. Chris was quick in trailing you, guffawing behind you.

“Let me call up the academy because you deserve an award for that performance.” she softly chuckled.

“Do you want this night to end?” he rushed out.

Nikita stopped in her tracks at the question. On one hand, she needed to complete her story, but she was enjoying her time with him.

“What’s one more hour?” she finalized.

That hour became three with Nikita and Chris laughing and conversing about random topics one of them thought of. She tried a Boston hotdog while Chris tried lemon salt and hot fries-both of which decided that those foods weren’t for them. They were now lounging on a park bench sharing cotton candy.

“No way you think Friend’s is a good show. Living Single is way better. No competition.” Nikita argued.

“I didn’t say Friend’s was better, I said I couldn’t fairly judge because I never watched Living Single.” he pleaded his case.

“That's worst, Christopher!” she laughed.

“Well, how about we watch it this weekend? I don’t have to fly out until next week.”

Chris has been ballsy all night, and Nikita was utterly speechless. Chris Evans intruding in her 1 bedroom condo did not seem like the fantasy she imagined she would be in. Now, if she lived in a penthouse with butlers and maids galore. Maybe she would consider that more appropriate, but she doesn’t have that nor does she want that. Reality felt like it was settling in because she felt out of her element being around Chris. Her rose-colored glasses were shattered and seeping was this fluke of an encounter. A fluke. Something that came off a whim.

“So, what do you say?”

Monday morning

“Good morning, everyone,” Nikita greeted, nursing a headache from doing another all-nighter. She finally completed her short story to her boss and spent the remainder of her weekend icing her sorrows. Chris' shattered face still plays vividly in her head after she rejected him. Her sour mood worsened when her landlord shut off all of the tenants power, so he could repair a faulty wiring he caused. At least Chris didn’t have to see her living condition now, and he probably never will because she won’t see him again outside of her Disney + and AppleTv. Glancing at her planner, she noticed a newly added meeting planned for her today.

“Danica, did you add this meeting?” Nikita inquired, her confusion stayed when Danica denied adding it.

“It probably was Kiera. I saw her over here when I first came in.” she shrugged while sipping her green juice that smelled like rotten cabbage.

Kiera. Stefan’s assistant was on Nikita’s desk and added an impromptu meeting that no one decided to inform her about. Something was fishy and it wasn’t Danica’s breath. Nikita sighed before scrolling through the clusterfuck of emails she forgot to respond to last week, but one stood out to her. It was an email from a talent agency. Nikita didn’t know much about the entertainment industry and honestly never dwelled too much into the subject of it. She was blase towards it, but this email intrigued her. It came from a woman named Meghan. Meghan who seems to be the manager of Chris Evans and she seems pissed off in this email.

Good Morning Ms.Galstone:

My name is Meghan Clarke and it has come to my attention that you and my client, Chris Robert Evans, had an interaction last weekend. An interaction that caught the attention of paparazzi. My phone has been blowing up non-stop with notifications from almost every news outlet and social media about your escapades. It would be with great interest from both parties that you promptly respond back to me, so we all can find a common resolution to this problem.

Best Wishes,

Meghan C.

What the fuck? Was this even real? Panic soon seeped in as she frantically searched her name on Twitter and much to her dismay, Meghan was right. There she was. Plastered all over twitter with pictures of them eating cotton candy. She foolishly went through the comment and almost puked at some of them. They were either making edits of them or spewing obscenities that even she wouldn’t repeat to her worse enemy. The age gap seems to be the main topic. Some were questioning whether or not she was a sugar baby or if Chris groomed her. It wasn’t that bad of an age gap, but the grooming tweets made her very uncomfortable. So she would hate to see how Chris would react to them. She was literally 25 years old. When someone posted her socials under one of the tweets was when she shutted off her phone.

“Fuck my life.” she mumbles with her head mushed to her desk.

Nikita paled at the realization that she was now outside of her little bubble. People were perceiving her in a way she never thought was possible. Yeah, she has five New York best sellers, but it’s the work people love, not the person. This whole thing has shifted her reality to something she doubts she can revert back to. There’s now a face people can see and right now that face is paired with Captain America. Her phone interrupts her mini break down.

“Hey mama,” she answered in a hushed tone.

“Why did Aunt Felicia tell me you are dating a white boy?!” Nikita’s mom screeched into the phone. “I told you when you went up there to leave them boys alone but no you decided to not only ignore that, you go and date a white one.” she could feel her mother’s icy glare through the phone, something she does when she’s five seconds away from beating Nikita with a clothes hanger.

“I’m not dating him.” Jesus, she felt like she was in high school again. “We were just hanging out and paparazzi took pictures. It was all friendly.”

It was so surreal to her. Her dating Chris Evans is apparently headline worthy?

“Mhm, well bring your lil friend down here with you the next time you visit. We want to meet him.” she hung before Nikita could tell her mom that Chris and her weren’t even friends.

“Ms.Galstone, my office right now.” Stefan was peeved. His jaw was clenched and he held that constipated look he always got when deadlines were being pushed. Nikita wished someone could save her from his stern staring, but alas she isn’t in a fantasy and her hero isn’t draped in shining armor. He was actually wearing a navy armani suit with a more clean cut facial hair.

“Take a seat, Ms.Galstone.” he offered me a seat. “Mr.Evans and Mrs. Clarke have brought some pictures to my attention. Did you and Mr.Evans mingle with each other last weekend? Did you two get coffee, food, and cotton candy last Saturday? Please tell me these are all photoshopped by some shipper.” he clicked his tongue when Chris and Nikita stayed silent.

It feels like being caught holding a lighter at the scene of a fire. A mantra of excuses flooded her brain but nothing came into fruition. Nothing but a quiet shell sitting next to another even more handsome quiet shell.

“They aren’t fake. Chris already confirmed it with me. How he could be so careless is beyond me?”

“It was all harmless. We were only hanging out, nothing more.” Nikita defended.

“Harmless or not, they found our publication and you know how I feel about bad press, Ms.Galstone.” he leg didn’t stop shaking with each word he spat out. “This could be bad for business,”

“Nikita didn’t do anything wrong. Neither of us did. We had a great Saturday doing what we wanted. I don’t regret any of it because it was harmless until paps decided to intrude on our lovely evening.” Chris rose from his chair, irritation clearly visible. “People can think what they want, but it isn’t fair to punish us for only living.”

Meghan and Stefan both rested against his desk. They were in deep thought about this situation. A gentle hand brought Nikita out of her head when she turned to him, he already had a reassuring smile gracing his face. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’ve had better Mondays.” she teased. “Not everyday I get paired with a celebrity, much less an A-lsiter.”

“Hey at least it’s with me and not someone like Pete Davison.”

“I mean I heard Pete was slanging some d-”

“We decided what we are going to do about this!” Meghan bellowed. “I’ll have them write this off as old friends catching up.”

“Old friends? We are 16 years apart where in life outside of now would this make sense?” Chris questioned. “We’re not doing that. You’re not gonna make me look like a perv.”

“I agree. Why can’t we be honest and say we met at the coffee bar. It’s nothing to it.” Nikita added.

“Because that still leaves this window for dating rumors.”

“I don’t care about dating rumors.” Chris shrugged. “I’ve had a plethora of them and they aren’t slowing down. What’s one more?”

“This one would be different.” Stefan interjected.

This lost us. Collectively, Chris and Nikita raised their eyebrows quizzically. Nikita was scared to ask because she had an idea on what made this situation different. It was a hunch but Chris Evans didn’t get a lot of rumors dating a black woman. He even less gets rumors about dating a plus size woman. Nikita was 2 for 2.

“And how the fuck is this different?” It was the first time she actually heard Chris curse since meeting him.

“C’mon Mr.Evans, you seem like a man who has a particular type. A very blonde hair, blue eyed type if you get me.” Stefan nudged his shoulder.

“None of my exes were blonde nor did they have blue eyes. My type is someone who knows what they want in life and grabs it. A dreamer who dreams of a nomadic lifestyle and loves silence, rain, someone who’s into self-solitude.” This made Nikita avert her eyes from the burly man as he rehashed her short story to describe his type. She was his type. Nikita Galstone was Chris Evans’ type.

“ This is getting us nowhere!” Meghan exasperated. “Can you two just promise us to keep whatever this is lowkey? We don’t want any more paparazzi sleethering their way into this and blowing this out of proportion.”

We both agreed. Stefan and Meghan left them alone in his office. Chris let out an exhausted breath while Nikita still had stars blinding her vision. She was his type and essentially told his manager and her boss that he liked her. Why did she reject him again? This man was amazing, almost like he was written by a minority woman.- a black, minority woman.

“So,” she drawled. “You get a lot of dating rumors.”

“Yep,”

“Hypothetically, how many would you say you get a day?”

“More than I can see, Nikita. Although, none of them will ever be true.”

“Is there some you want to be true?”

He gave a soft smile and hunch.

“Maybe one, it was one with this beautiful author that caught my attention at a cafe. I accidentally spilled coffee on her laptop though”

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bitchy bratty catty pretty-girl who gives fuck-all, the school tries to straighten her ways by introducing her to a temporary captured shiggy, who is soooo fucking pissed off at this smug pretty bitch, going to track her down and make her pay!!!! >-< plez Mizz Nightmare

yandere kidnapper ! SHIGARAKI TOMURA

TIP-JAR

goodiebag WARNINGS: yandere, dubcon/noncon, abuse, profanity, bullying, anxiety, drugging, kidnapping, abduction

CUTTHROAT

“Wow! Right for the kill?! You’re real cutthroat.”

She wasn’t really surprised to hear that they’d caught him, and unlike many others she wasn’t surprised to hear that they’d be holding him on campus. She had full confidence in both the faculty, the promising Hero-course students, and UA’s security system, knowing damn well it could serve well as a prison not just for the students who went there, such as herself, but for the leader of the League of Villains as well.

To say she felt safe as she walked with Aizawa to meet him would be an understatement. She knew why the teacher had been tasked with taking her there, the intention being to scare her, give her a picture of what scum she would become if she continued down the path of fuck-all she was currently on. But, even though she wanted to rebel against taking any orders, she was feeling something far more superior than the will to fight back, something that trumped safety and laid waste to fear, she was feeling thrill.

This would be a means to an end, a cure for boredom as well as a way to show once and for all that she was a hopeless cause, maybe then these obsessive heroes would leave her the fuck alone already.

“Wow, you’re really ugly! I mean, they warned me you were, but I could never’ve imagined it’d be this bad!”

She was jeering laughs at the lanky figure who towered over her, his hand wrapped tightly around her throat and his eyes spiraling in disbelief in process of understanding why what was found beneath his fingertips wasn’t turning to ash.

“Aren’t bad guys supposed to be sexy?” Her idiotic rambling only succeeded in confusing him more as she shrugged his seemingly useless normal hand away, walking to sit down on the floor, knowing it would be a while until Aizawa let her out again. “You know, to seduce and lure people into their ranks?” She looked over the meal tray he’d flipped out of her hand before seizing her throat, nothing sharp, no cutlery, no broken glass, just one measly apple. “I’m guessing you’re not in charge of recruiting. I mean… who would ever want to follow your ugly mug?”

She watched in anticipation of what remark he’d hurl her way. She’d heard he was bratty, she’d heard he was the one who could set her straight, divert her from this collision-course she’d set herself out on. Yet, his response was more than disappointing, not at all the tornado of a tantrum she had been preparing for. “You talk too much.” He didn’t even sound at all any provoked by her words, dismissing her as he slowly made to pick up the apple from the ground, checking to see if it was his quirk that was gone or if there was something else afoot, finding his answer in the ashes of the fruit.

“Come on.” She drawled, crossing her legs beneath her, keen eyes looking at him as he too sat back down to lean against the wall, looking only a fair bit of annoyed with her presence, as though she were a stain on his shirt, an inconvenience of some sorts. “You were gonna kill me!” She laughed, his red scrutinizing orbs looking to her with a sneer. “Without a thought, in cold blood, no remorse, even after I gave you food like the mutt you are, the least I can do is spit in your face!”

He didn’t answer. Eyes still set on her where she sat planted without a single care, annoyed with how comfortable she looked, as though she were in her element, as though she was winning some sort of game, a game that wasn’t even about him as her eyes flittered to the black-glass of the window every now and again.

She clicked her tongue, beginning a new ramble. “Tell me, Shiggy.” She smiled, eyes wicked and gleaming and untamed. “That quirk of yours…”

She might have phrased it all like a question, but Shigaraki could hear it plain and simple, how her one goal was to mock him, poke at him until he burst, and not even for the sake of watching him burst, but for the sake of proving to whomever was on the other side of that glass that they couldn’t tame her. He didn’t need to know her entire story to see that much, how he was being used as a pawn to convert some meaningless pretty-girl.

“Can you control it? Or does everything you touch turn to ash no matter your desire?” It wouldn’t have been out of place if she’d licked her lips with how dripping with venom her words were. “It’s like the Midas touch, isn’t it?”

Her poetic phrasing of his deadly quirk had his eyes narrowing, but he hadn’t much time to think her wording over before she began a new escapade.

“Have you ever fucked anyone, Shiggy?” She didn’t even look at him as she asked, alerting him of what he already knew, how she had no interest in his answer, only his reaction, and the reaction his reaction would beckon from the people in the other room.

She was trying to rile him up, prove how vicious she could be, prove how she hadn’t a single fuck to give.

“I bet you’ve never truly touched anyone. How could you? I mean, first…” She laid down on her back with a careless roll, looking to the ceiling, ignoring him if it weren’t for the fact she was talking to him, or about him, or at him. “Who would ever want to fuck you? All those wrinkles and all those scars. You look like the onset of death.” She giggled, and he watched her tits bounce as though they were laughing at him too. “I cannot imagine anyone willingly wanting whatever you have to offer. And even if you force it on them, you’d be bound to fuck up with how much they’d struggle.” You’d think she carried a vendetta toward him, with how personal her attacks were, yet it was all given away with how little she was paying attention to him, as though she’d judged already whatever it was she found interesting and was now done with him. All she remained focused on was creating a show, to see how far she could take it before anyone came in to stop her, how much she could poke until something snapped, how much she could bend until something broke. “Just one slip of the hand and you’re left with your dick only halfway wet in a pile of dust.”

He didn’t know if she knew how correct her imagery was, he guessed she didn’t, he wanted to believe she’d show a bit more restraint then, a bit more unease, more respect. She acted as though she wasn’t trapped in a box with a notorious villain, seemingly unaware of her own stature as well as his. She was nothing but a school-girl and yet she felt comfortable enough in her safety to be lying on her back, flinging insult at the person she was locked in with.

“I don’t see how it could bother you for too long though.” Again, she had him intrigued. “I mean… pretty stupid bitches who’re only worth one fuck anyway can’t really be counted as a loss, can it?”

It was clear she didn’t view herself as one of said pretty stupid bitches, even though a pretty stupid bitch is exactly what she looked like in Shigaraki’s eyes. Perhaps that was her point exactly.

“Have you ever dusted someone who did count as a loss?” She rolled over, head propped up on her elbows, laying in her palms, her feet kicking the air behind her. “You ever fuck up so bad? Committed an irredeemable act? Something so unforgivable even you can’t forgive yourself?” Her eyes were set on him again now. “Do you think about it every day?” Her tone shifted then, to something sadistically sweet. “Does it hurt just as much now as it did then?” Her face split into a grin, eyes ablaze as she observed, searched for a breach in his composure. “What happened to mommy and daddy, Shiggy.” She singsonged, toying with him. “Were they your first victims? Did you cry? Do you still cry? Or did they deserve it?”

Her look was earnest, salacious until she rolled her eyes in boredom at his lack of response.

Sighing, she calmed back down, briefly. “I get it… You don’t want to play with me ‘cause you don’t think I’m a worthy player.” She scoffed as she looked to the side with a melodramatic drag. “You should check yourself. We keep you in a cage, give you food, have you on a leash and collar. You’re nothing but our pet!”

She giggled again, biting her tongue, gnawing on it between the rows of her teeth with her mouth open in a wide smile.

“You know… My quirk is called immunity, but it should really be called repellent.” She looked at her hands then, now kneeling in front of him. Her gaze split like lightning, snapping to look at him again, a catlike smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth. “You and I aren’t that different, are we?” It looked for a second as though she were about to stand up, but the movement fell short as she instead gave way to crawl closer to him, one elegant arm followed by the other, all with the grace of a huntress, a panther easing in for the kill. “In fact… I think I’d go as far and say we’re the exact same…” His eyes didn’t deceive him, this time she did lick her lips, only now her words weren’t dripping with venom, but with some other sickly-sweet nectar. “’Cause…where I never let anyone come close, you let ‘em come close… only for them to die!”

“That’s enough.” He must have closed his eyes the second he felt her breath fan over his face, because he’d missed the time the erasure hero had walked in. “This was a waste of time.” The dark-haired man groaned, disappointed.

“Aw, really?”

She wasn’t in front of him anymore, to his surprising disappointment, though her sweet smell still lingered about him pleasantly.

“And I was just getting to the fun part…” She walked to the threshold of the cell-door, not once indicating she’d turn around and take one final look at him. “Well, anyway… tootles, pet.”

Even as she insulted him, she did it twice over by not returning his gaze.

She was still sleeping, she noted as her mind, though still groggy and drowsed out, became lucid enough to start thinking. She was sleeping, yet the sleep felt unsafe, as though her alarm was bound to go off any second, firmly shaking her awake and telling her time was running out for her to get to school. And if she’d slept through the alarm, a teacher was soon to come fetch her. Yet, for now she remained halfway asleep, waiting for an alarm or a knock on the door unknowing of how it would never arrive.

He wasn’t sure if it was the drug that had perhaps made some of her senses dull under the impression, for… surely she should feel that her mouth was stuffed full and made to suck on a rag, surely she should feel that her wrists were tied together behind her back, and how her thighs and legs were secured together in a frog tie, the rough rope, scratchy in texture, and how it scraped against her soft doughy skin. Perhaps he didn’t tie them tight enough. It was hard to get a good grip without accidentally dusting the ropes, but he knew the struggle was worth it, seeing her now, in all her defenseless vulnerable rightful glory.

“Not so tough now…” He taunted at her small sleeping frame. Even with her clothes still on, he knew her naked body was only a mere touch away from him. How he could spread her open without her being able to kick, only wiggle for him, like a worm on a hook. No… that imagery is too ugly to be describing her, when she’s so far from ugly. She’s more like a butterfly trapped on a pin, wings fluttering hopelessly, reduced to nothing but beauty, nothing but a little doll for him to play with, tamper and poke fun at just like how she’d done back when he was captured at UA.

He decided pro putting the blindfold on her, perhaps the product of her bullying him in the cell, her jabs at his appearance subconsciously having gotten to him despite himself wanting to dust them off like he did with everything else. Her comments were sharp, and seemed to have the same type of immunity her body had, where his ego, much like himself, hadn’t the thickest of skin. Besides, she was… so painfully out of his league.

It hardly mattered though, now that he would regain all the control.

She laid on her stomach, face mushed against the mattress. He’d removed the pillows and comforter so she’d be placed like a centerpiece on his little operating table. She looked so harmless now, so sweet, especially tied up the way she was, and with those whimpering moans that were simmering to the surface, breaching her sleep, escorted by her wiggling, her delicious tempting little wiggling, begging for Shigaraki to come introduce himself, now with the turned tables.

“Did you really think I was just gonna let it slide?” Her wiggles came to an abrupt holt, breath caught in her throat, making her choke out a curt gasp through the thickness of her makeshift gag. “Did you think you were safe? Like you were simply spitting on a grave. No ghosts coming to haunt you.” She panicked once she felt the bed dip, four fingers sharp in their venture, sweeping up her back, settling around her neck, drawing out painful sudden studded goosebumps, spreading across her skin like wildfire in a field. “Silly little slut.” She squealed at the feel of his warm breath on her cheek, unable to move away, her head halfway buried in the soft mattress, teeth sinking into the cloth in her mouth when his tongue, wet with drool, large and flat, dragged up her already teary cheek. “Boo.”

Her ears were burning, so much blood gushing and rushing and pooling in her head like a storm, she barely registered him drawing back with that maniacal giggle, where with as trademark as it were, there was no doubt where she was or who she was with. Yet, she hadn’t the time to think about it, she hadn’t the time to regret or answer questions she hadn’t even the time to ask, because as her mind was cooking up chaotic whirlwinds of fear, crippling fear despite being crippled enough already, brutal fear that her gut feeling like acid festering and mind reeling in on itself in such vehemence she felt she might just faint, give out like a light in a blizzard, she was given no time before he was talking again, pushing her even further out on the edge she found herself, stepping on her fingers one by one, with no mercy as she dangled above jagged rock that were sure to spear her like an arrow through a dove.

“You were wrong, you know.” She felt his hands trace a careful set of four fingers down the fabric of her shirt, rubbing into her spine, further pushing the breath from out of her lungs. “I’ve fucked before.” He spoke casually, though peppered in between the notes of nonchalance was found the spiked flavors of spiteful mockery, like the mean girl on campus, like how she usually talks, like how she had spoken to him. “But, what I haven’t done is played with someone’s body the way I’m gonna play with yours.” He listened to her whimper, sobs surely to soon wrack through her body, uncontrollably and thoroughly, making her gasp and choke on nothing but air and fear. “I mean, it’s only fair.” She heard the shrug in his voice, that sarcastic sigh and lightheartedness. “You fuck with me, I fuck with you.” This time he growled and she swore she would piss herself with how scared she was.

He was going to kill her, she knew it, she could feel it crawling up and down her body as though mites were hidden in her clothes. She already sensed him peeling off her skin, flaying her with her screaming. And in those seconds, those hopeless seconds, she wished for death, for it to be quick, painless, like simply snuffing out a light. She nearly prayed, squeezing her eyes shut to pray to that God or Devil she never believed in, never needed as badly as she needed them now. She wished for her heart to give out, for the right vein to pop, for a lung to collapse, anything, just for her to be dead before he had the mind to torture her to death.

“Does that sound fun, pet.” And there she broke, waterworks in full effect, no longer simple silent tears but something that had built under pressure like boiling pot of water, bubbling, soon to be blubbering incoherent sobs out into her gag, all to his vengeful amusement.

He watched her for a moment, one longer than he’d probably intended, despite not having view of her eyes, watching the blindfold wet as her eyes leaked at the complete overwhelming loss of hope, lips sucking on the gag those tears that managed to escape and run down to salt her lips.

“So pretty, aren’t you?” He accused, giving her barefoot a squeeze, making her wiggle with what mobility the bonds allowed her, looking handicapped, as though he’d disintegrated both her arms and legs when he’d simply tied them up where they would be stored safely and out of the way until he deemed it okay for her to use them again, where until then… she’d remain his little immobile toy. “Pretty little girl, all tied up.” He giggled, both amused and pleased, leaning down to tug those locks of hair that had curtained her face behind her ear, making the thin wisps at the back of her neck bristle in alarm. “All alone with the big bad ugly villain.” He bit it out with a smirk, and she swore she felt venom drop where he spit the words on her face. “Pretty girl… dressed in such pretty things.” He mused, tugging on the fabric of her silk pajama shirt, his other hand stroking a thumb over himself and his caged member, the beast behind the boxer, the one she was still so completely unaware of. “To hide her rotten core.”

He snickered some more at the notice of how ticklish she was, or perhaps it wasn’t as much a reflex but rather a violent display of her fear, how she kicked, or tried to kick her legs, once his hand with its lanky slender fingers danced a pattern on the sole of her foot.

“They won’t be of much help to you now…”

It’s was a cute display, seeing her struggle in an attempt to swat away his spidering hand, endearing, had him drooling he realized, but didn’t bother to wipe his chin, instead giving into the urge he had to touch what was so temptingly sprawled out before him.

“I bet you think of these as your armor, don’t you?”

All five of his fingers touched down on her shirt, and soon there was no shirt left to separate his dry course fingers from her warm skin. He nearly let out a gasp as he watched how she stayed in place, having not become a pyramid of ash. Her beautiful body still right there, warm glowing skin still touchable, more touchable than anything else.

“Keeping you safe from prying eyes and hands… Not my hands though.”

He could excuse how he hesitated on the fact of him wanting to enjoy himself, wretchedly and thoroughly, gorging in every moment he was gonna make her scream, but… he knew that wasn’t the reason… he was… and he hated to admit it, but… nervous. He had this gorgeous creature trapped and under his thumb and he was nervous? No matter how terrified she was and immobilized it was like she still had the power, just like she had in that prison cell.

Perhaps it was due to the fact that he’d thought about her everyday he was trapped in there. She had said she would see him later yet she never once, not once, came a second time. Why would she lie? Just to fuck with him some more? One last and lasting punch in the face? He had dreamed of it. How many times had he fantasized about doing every possible nasty thing in the book to her, teach her a lesson, make her beg, make her kneel, make her bow before him? But now, having her right there, this frail little girl who wouldn’t have the strength to fight him even without the tight rope holding her down, this little girl who despite being just that had him enthralled for months, still just as hellbent, enslaved, spellbound to make her pay… but that wasn’t it either… making her pay was only half of it, maybe even less… what he wanted, what he truly wanted, was to prove to her that he could have her wrapped around his finger despite being what ugly freak she’d made him out to be, that despite being ugly, he could have a pretty-girl like her melting.

He gave fully into his wishes then, her shorts gone with a touch, leaving her in a precious pair of cotton boxers. A sigh of reverence left him, a shudder running through him. He was expecting red lace or something exotic, something vain and narcissistic meant to enhance or simply show off just how pretty she was. He figured that was what she’d dress in, something sexy, because she had the full body that one believes go hand in hand with hot lingerie, yet… she’d chosen comfort. And why wouldn’t she? When she could make it look like the hottest item his eyes ever had the privilege of seeing.

“Fuck…” He drawled, now with a wanton whine, his hand giving himself a squeeze as his cock was beginning to strain uncomfortably inside the confines of his boxers. “Just look at you…”

He only barely dared touch her, not just out of fear of her disappearing like anything else would, but because he didn’t at all feel as though he had the right to put his hands on something so beautiful.

“You shouldn’t be allowed to wear clothes.” He stated, still in awe. “Not when they cover up this perfect body.”

She screamed into her gag as he grabbed around her waist, pulling her pliable little body up into a kneeling position, then pulling and arranging some further to have her in the same position, just over his slap this time, with his bulging cock rubbing through the fabric of his briefs up into her still clothed sex, though with both cloths a thin material she felt the abrasive ticklish friction begin to stir something in her lower abdomen despite her fear and no regard to her disgust. And now, provided with the full view of her delectable little frame, her precious tits sprung free and strutting towards him with how her arms were bent in their confinement behind her back, and perky by both the cold wind of his breath and the goosebump-giving anxiety, leveled with his face, looking eager to receive his mouth, perfect nipples for him to suck on, gnaw between the rows of his teeth.

“These perfect tits…” He licked his lips, hands kneading one mound greedily as the other held her steady. “And this…” He placed all five fingers on the fabric of her panties, turning them to ash, all five staying to touch the delicate skin of her sex, feeling her quake, such a good replacement to feeling someone disintegrate. He groaned out a curse, body sagging, slouching at the sight of her exposed bare little private, he hunched over in awe as he ran his fingers through to disappear in the slit of her precious pussy. “This perfect little pussy.”

She wiggled on his digits with a squealing whimpering sob, so alive and warm and soft he could cry with how safe he was beginning to feel, without the fear of touching just a bit too much getting in the way. Although he was feeling the slight sensation of inferiority in the light of her perfection, or maybe even because of it, he decided he’d give a little scare, perhaps as a means of tipping or evening the scales.

“You know, pretty girl…” His other hand, the one not currently preoccupied with cupping her pussy, brutally brazen for the first time, spread its fingers to stroke the dome of her ass, before curling like claws to grab a fist-full of the ample flesh, making her jump and lose balance, resulting in falling flush against his chest all with a muffled cry. Her face mushed against his collar, her wet reddened nose painting tears onto his throat, such a strange type of comfort against his scars. “I’ve never slapped anyone?” He could feel her heartbeat and how it hammered like a race-horse on the track. “Or, no, I’ve slapped plenty, but a slap from me means death, usually.” His hand ascended, wrapping around her throat, all five fingers with hungry-pressured fingertips, guiding her back off his chest to sit properly, though leaning to bite her earlobe, all to feel her rub down on his aching cock some more. “But I slap you and it means pretty marks and pretty screams, doesn’t it?”

He laughed, knowing full well that he wasn’t going to hurt her, or at least not as badly as he had given reason to think.

“Such a fucking pretty girl, aren’t you?” He trailed a path of wet open-mouthed kisses down her neck and between her breasts, gripping her waist as she recoiled back. “With pretty tits.” Breath labored, or hefty with greed and desire. “Pretty girl with a pretty pussy.” He squeezed her sides, as though getting ready to make a ragdoll of her again, pulling her into the desired position. “Let me taste you.”

Her heart hammered like a hammer hitting an anvil, as she was placed on her back, hands crushed beneath her, uncomfortably wrenching in their bonds. Her mind, stuck in its prospect, hadn’t pieced it together, despite having been stripped naked, she still hadn’t given it a thought, hadn’t dared give it a thought, but his comment made the realization coat thickly, drape her and the pressure seemed too much for her mind to take, plummeting into a free-fall. He wasn’t just going to kill her, he was going to rape her first.

Thighs easily pried open for him to settle in between, scooting back on the bed so he could lie down, lower half humping the mattress desperately, imagining having her wrapped around him, but all in good time. She shook more than writhed, seizurely beneath him, with her blushed pussy a beautiful slit so ripe for the taking, quivering at the warming breath he whispered upon the tender flesh. With his hands wrapped around each their ankle he pushed her thighs and legs up and out of the way as to not have her knee him in the head while he feasted.

He listened to her struggling to breathe, her stomach rising and falling sporadically with her sobs, untuned and painful and begging for any kindness he had to spare, he was going to give her exactly that. Kindness.

His chapped lips felt so good it was cruel, abrasive and inescapably delicious, welcomed yet unwelcome by the bucking of her hips as she squealed into her gag, falling prey to more and more hopelessness. His tongue came second, warm and wet and long and strong, sliding in between her folds only to swipe up and flick off at her clit, forcing a shudder to run all the way through her core into the tips of her toes, mind reeling.

“So cute.” He noted the sensitivity with a mocking jeer, the sound simmering on her skin. “I bet a pretty girl like you’ve never been fucked by a guy like me before.” Then his teeth were the ones to make an impact, grazing over her budding clit with how it reached out in search for stimulation, having its wish granted in such a sense forcing her toes to curl. “Come on my ugly face, pretty-girl.” She really couldn’t resist with how his words were tickling on that sensitive spot, and how intent on finding and following that spot that had her coming on done and abusing it, playing with it with his tongue and chapped lips, switching between such smooth soft yet forceful pressure and bristled rough chaffed contact, making her spasm, wanting so desperately to tug her arms loose to push his incessant face off, because she wouldn’t be able to resist it, she was going to come and make an humiliating mess on his tongue just like he wanted, the knot was going to snap and she would be screaming from the force of it.

He smirked with the taste of her essence on his tongue, giving her a couple more torturous kitty-licks that had her brutally recoiling by the oversensitivity he was abusing. It served well as an ego-boost as he was suddenly feeling the urge to take her blindfold off, make her gaze upon who had her wrapped around his finger. What more, he wanted to remove her gag, hear what she had to say to defend herself, what pathetic please she would come with to try and prevent him from going any further.

His mouth sloshed its way up her stomach, hands touching and grabbing and groping with greedy fingers onto anything and everything they got ahold of, feeling up her smooth skin and soft flesh, before having made their way to grab at the blindfold. Her eyes were petrified, blinking rapidly, especially every time his clothed cock bumped into her bare pussy, leaving strings of spit and fine silken cum to hang from between where she parted with the cotton of his pants.

She was thoroughly out of it, delirious, fear-ridden and numbed with pleasure, cotton yet swivel-eyed as he fought to be her focus. He pulled the gag out of her mouth too, wiping his chin before turning the fabric to ash, eyes looking her over all the while.

His tongue rolled over his lips. “Such a pretty face.” He gathered her face between his fingers, blunt fingertips pushing into squishy bloated cheeks. “Even prettier with those tears you fucking crybaby.” It will never get old, the feeling of nothing happening still under all his five fingers. “Even better with my handprint, don’t you think?” It was funny how she didn’t seem to pick up anything of what he was saying. “Or covered in my cum.” Her brows had scrunched so hopelessly close together, whimpers upon sniffles and whiny mewling and hiccupping panting, so pathetic and precious. “So fucking pretty.” He groaned, giving his lips a second wetting with his tongue. “Kiss me, pretty-girl.” He scrunched her lips together some more, leaving her incapable of refusing.

She tasted herself on his tongue, choking on the sweetness as he forced it like a slug down her throat. Her own tongue submissive in nature, staying beneath and out of the way of his. It was a series varying from needy whimpering moans and growls that followed from his throat, poured into her receiving mouth, giving nothing but weak whines in return. His one free hand, the other one still holding a firm grip onto her chin and cheeks, continued in its hungry exploration, grabbing with an almost childlike curious freedom, leaving painful marks in their wake, having her yelp against his willful lips, which smirk grew upon every inch of reaction she fed him, until pulling away in a haze, panting, with a new little wish he was going to have her be the star of.

“Let me fuck that pretty face.”

She hadn’t the time, nor the mind, to form any protest, reduced to mere whimpering as he pulled her back into a kneeling position, conjoined thighs and legs folded beneath and supporting her ass, still with her arms tied snuggly and unbudgingly behind her back, made to watch him fiddle with the band to his sweats, pulling them below his hips and falling to his thighs, displaying his surprisingly clean boxers and not so surprising hardness. Cock throbbing within its confines, fighting desperately to come free. His hand pulling his boxers down and, cock springing loose, slapping against his abdomen, standing long and hard, tip blushed red and angry, a bead of pre-cum spilling sweetly from his slit.

“Open up, lick it up.”

She’d been lost in taking in the sheer size of him, girth thick and threatening, looking bigger than what she could wrap her hand around, her stomach twisting in tension and unease. Too caught up in imagine it ripping her apart than realizing how he was going to fit it into her mouth first.

Her eyes widened upon the thought, lips slightly apart in horror, bottom-lip quivering. “Come on, pretty-girl.” One hand tugged on his shaft, the other gripped her face, protruding nails to sink into her jaw, prying her mouth father apart to accommodate his size.

She whined at the taste of him, arms struggling behind her back, knees shuffling wider apart to support herself as he pushed on further, fingernails still digging into her soft cheeks, making her lips pucker into a soft welcoming oval. He liked the way her brows furrowed into that beautiful look of plead that had his balls aching where they hung, soon to be pressed up against her soft skin, smothering her chin. He also enjoyed how her whimpers had turned to delicious little vibrations of his cock, drumming alongside his length, such pretty friction.

“Come on, take all of me.” He licked his lips as he urged, other hand coming to caress the back of her skull, gathering her pretty locks between his fingers, abandoning all regard to how she should be turning to nothing but dust molecules instead of being a nice warm soft wet pleasure hole for him. His usually small scrutinizing scarlet eyes turning moon-wide with lustful frenzy. Voice ragged as he clawed at her scalp to obey him, no thought to her whining in protest. “You can do better.” His tip met with the back of her throat and her whine turned more desperate, nearly a scream, but he couldn’t care, not with the memory of her talking to him like he was some pussy-bitch, he was going to show her who the bitch and who the boss was. “Such a pretty little thing with such a nasty filthy ugly fucking mouth.” He spit through grit teeth, begging to fuck the back of her throat, having her gagging on him, hopeless in search for breath. “A mouth like that is only good for one thing.” He gave a few more painfully deep ruts, having her eyes roll back at the loss of breath, before ripping loose again. “Same goes for that pussy.”

“No, no.” She scrambled on the bed, trying to get away, trying to rip free, so hopeless he should have felt bad, but couldn’t bring himself to the feeling as he sat there and laughed, eyes wild, dick prospering, hand pumping his length to the sight of her.

He followed her pathetic struggling little shame, climbing on top of her. The panic swallowed her again, forcing a overwhelmed rush of sobs to come spluttering and blubbering and screaming from her little shape caught beneath him. “Such a little slut.” His fingers were at once groping her pussy, diving between her folds to rub her slit and clit. “Still so wet, are you excited?” She turned her head away as she struggled, eyes squeezed shut. “Aw, pretending it’s not me.” He snickered. “Good luck.”

Offended, he decided against making it pleasant for her, thinking she deserved as little sympathy from him as she had showed him, but his brutal actions slowed at the feel of the pressure around his finger when he’d pushed it inside her.

“So tight.” He stated, shocked as he tried swirling the digit inside, to feel the walls giving little wiggle-room to do so. She winced as he hooked, a heavy breathy shrill type of wince, as though he was pulling a knife from her gut.

He left the finger there, much to her discomfort.

“That comment…” He started, working her tightness as much as he could, still with only one finger. “When we first met.” His other hand gathered her face again, forcing her to look at him as he leaned down, resting his forehead on hers, wanting to see those eyes as he got confirmation on his suspicion. “You said you push people away… that you were a… repellant.” Her breathing hitched as she sniveled like a little girl who scraped her knee. “Did that count for this as well?”

He hadn’t yet let the smile stretch on his face, but the chiding smirk started to grow as the answer was clearly displayed all over her face and by the telltale feeling his finger shoved inside her way too tight hole told him.

“Aww, is the pretty little girl a virgin?” He gave her no inch of regret, even with the fact clear as day. Having worked her tightness well enough to cram another bony-knuckled finger inside her, making her cry out. “Don’t worry, that pretty pussy is in good hands.”

She owed him, this way they would be even. Besides, he wasn’t making it completely miserable for her either. Her face might be telling one story of torment, but her drooling pussy was telling him something utterly different. Perhaps it was due to her amateur ability to hold on, but she was soon creaming all over his fingers, body spasming in tired bliss, eyes fluttering for a moment or two, trying to grasp what the fuck was happening. It was adorable.

“I think my little slut is ready.”

She murmured a sigh, energy spent on crying and struggling and coming twice already, all she could do was moan when his cockhead broke through her tight little weeping hole. He had to moan as well at the snug hug her pussy squeezed and seized him with, biting roughly into his bottom lip, tooth snaggling in the dip of his scar. Brows raised in bliss, scrunched in an eruption, as he sunk deeper and deeper into her tight convulsing cunt, preciously clutching around him, fluttering upon the fulfilling snug fit that had her toes cramping in their curled state, eyes zoning out, unable to focus, mouth blubbering and chewing on incoherent sentences, only capable on slurring out muddled moans and wet gasps as he fucked slowly into, lolling his hips forward carefully, holding onto the mouthwatering feeling of her warmth around him.

He pushed his thumb into her clit, which had her back arching and moan ripped from her throat before she settled down into the mattress again, welcoming the stimulation where she was crippled to preventit. “Your pretty pussy loves being taken by my disgusting cock, doesn’t it?” She could only hum and croon in reply, as he hit the very back, pushing into her cervix with a rather soft nudge, having her result to sucking on her bottom-lip, purring whines like a little kitten taking pleasure from their master. “I hear it in your pretty moans.”

He was no longer biting out the word pretty as though it were a curse or venom on his tongue. It sounded more like praise than anything, something akin to awe, pride even, smug for having it all under his thumb, burying his cock inside the word, for being the one to have reduced such a pretty thing to such a pretty mess, all for him, all by him, making her all his.

She made a shuddering gasp, moaning into his mouth as he leaned down. “Oh, is the pretty girl gonna cum all over my disgusting cock.” He cooed, all five fingers placed on her cheek when cupping it to have those gorgeous opium-blown eyes look at him when she came undone, for him to find such dangerous satisfaction in seeing her conquered beneath him, finding it to be the last push to send him off his own edge as well. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum in that pretty pussy.”

He made to have that final bone-crushing kiss, faces mushed together in a sloppy mess of wet slippery tongues and drool, moaning and groaning, inhaling each-other.

Reduced to mere gasping and panting. Cock, having for the first time felt the fulfilling pleasure of blowing inside the warm comfort of a precious goddess, feeling her gush and come all over him in the near split-second, feeling her clench and tighten around him like a vice, robbing and ringing and milking him for every drop he was worth. He gave some more pumps, pushing deep within her, felt a shudder run down the underside of his cock, overstimulated and satisfied for the first time.

Still coming down from his high, he made to take in her shape and state.

He hadn’t really fantasized she’d be so pliant after being fucked, but looking at her now, he couldn’t imagine her any other way, anything more right then her glossy sweat-slicked body spasming in aftershocks of her orgasms, laid so preciously snug against his chest, thighs visibly shaking with still small feeble stuttering moans slipping from her lips in blubbers. He wasn’t too far from the same state himself, having had only barely the mind before exhaustion rendered his limbs too heavy for moving, to untie the knots and rearrange them into something more comfortable. He decided tying her wrists together in front of her to be better, legs free but too tired and dumbed-out to struggle.

He looked at her drowsy state with a smile, betting he could make such a grateful little pet out of her, and if not, then scramble her mind through so many cruel methods, and make do with a brainless toy instead. But, looking down at that blissed-out hopeless look on her face and that dainty defenseless body he’d manipulated and forced to its knees, he couldn’t really see how any cruel methods would be needed.

It seemed to him that all she needed was cock, a couple of orgasms forced from her pent-up body, a little relief. The little brat was just a bit grouchy and grumpy because she hadn’t had her pussy played with. He could relate, he also gets frustrated when not getting his dick wet for a while. She was just begging for someone to come handle her and that’s all there was to it. Just look at her now, so sweet and spent, lying in his arms.

Come to think of it, he knew for a fact that he wouldn’t be needing to apply any harsh treatments in taming her, she just needed to be tied up and made to feel just how good being taken care of feels until she accepted it willingly. And if and when she decides on being bratty, he’ll have plenty of methods of shutting that trap right up, or in making her scream.

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29+1 (Part Three - Finale)

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: In which Seokjin is the Devil from The Devil Wears Prada, Taehyung is your work Jesus and Jimin is your handsome successful brother.

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: seokjin x reader (taehyung x reader?!?!)

𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: slice of life; ceo!seokjin (fluff & definite smut)

𝔴𝔠: 10.7k

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: 18+ only. descriptions of sex (are you really that surprised after the last part?): including rejected then unrejected condom use (practice safe kids), possible more unprotected drunk sex, one night stands, lots more mentions of sex, slight unrequited love, more sexts, and Seokjin being a downright meanie (redemption arc?!)

𝔞/𝔫: each part just gets longer - sorrynotsorry. but here is the finale. life gets messy, but we only ever really learn from failures, right? feedback and comments are forever welcomed. as always, enjoy (:

part one | part two

The two of you fumble in the darkness into the room. The majority of guests have since returned home, but there is still loud music and the rhythms of its bass punctuating through the ceiling into the floorboards of the upstairs.

You had initially suggested any of the guest rooms but Seokjin had said that if there was going to be sex, it would be done in Junho’s bedroom where the bed is the softest and the pillows the fluffiest.

After a brief and awkward encounter with the security guard who had rejected the two of you away from the staircase leading upstairs, Seokjin had led you up the back entrance where only the occupants of the house could navigate to.

“No, fuck this is weird. Junho is going to sleep here tonight,” Seokjin suddenly says.

Your fingers fumble to undo the buttons of his shirt, but it has been tucked in so tightly it now hangs halfway undone.

“He’s your best friend. He’s probably heard you fucking through the walls when you were university roomies. Can you undo your own buckle? It’s making your shirt get caught,” you say hastily.

The door slams shut behind you, as he pushes you roughly against it. His kisses are heated, making you claw at his bareback as he works on your request.

“Where’s the – ”

“Zipper’s on the side,” you manage to rasp out. The knot in your abdomen tightens when your dress comes loose and falls to the ground.

You do not know how the two of you make it onto the bed. The room swirls with you as he throws you onto the sheets.

From the light casted in through the windows, you find yourself dwarfed by the silhouette of his broad shoulders and muscular torso. You scoot back to make room for him on the bed, the only thought overwhelming your mind is the need to feel this man on you.

He growls, hitting his shin on the jutting edge of the bed. He swears quite loudly (and foully), but it doesn’t stop him from advancing, eyes lusting over the rise and fall of your breasts and the glisten between your legs.

“Fuck,” he says again, coming onto you with a ferocity of an animal in heat. He pins your arms above your head and begins to lower himself down.

“Wait!” you suddenly scream. It makes him balk in his advance. “You might have good genes, but I’m not risky any bratty children even if my eggs are shriveling up by the second.”

He brings his hips closer to you once again.

“Seokjin! Protection? Condom?”

His eyes scan the room wildly. “It’s fine. I don’t want any of your bratty children either,” he brushes aside your concern.

You sit up. “Fuck no. How am I sure that you’re not going to pass on something weird to me? We’re using one.”

He pulls open the drawer next to the bed but comes up empty handed.

“You don’t have one,” you say when it hits you, “Mr. I’m-Prepared-For-Anything was not prepared for this.”

You see him hunker down in the slightest, bringing a hand in front.

“I don’t get how I’m supposed to anticipate when I have sex. But for your information, I do. It’s just the one I have might be old and ineffective.”

Laughing, you push him onto the bed and reach down to where your small purse had been discarded for the night. You wonder if he has comprehended the impact on your sexual drive when telling you that he carries old condoms.

The deep moan escapes from him before he can stop it. Your hand holds his shaft as you slip the protective latex over it. Then before he can say anything more, you lower yourself onto him.

...

Drunk sex can be fun, but for the most part, it is mostly just downright messy.

You hope he does not remember when you had been moving just a little too roughly, ended up sitting on him at an awkward angle and causing him to yelp in pain. You also hope that it had been your imagination in throwing up just a little bit when he had his dick shoved up your mouth.

Right now, however, is pure bliss.

Your fist tightens your hold on his hair and the other hand pushes against the headboard of the bed. Your panting increases as you continue to gyrate against his lips and tongue, his nose burying itself and hitting the bud every so often.

“Oh my god,” you breathe, buckling when he grips your ass.

You have lost track of time. You don’t care if Junho doesn’t make it to his bedroom tonight. All you know is that twenty minutes ago you had tried to fall asleep only to find Seokjin nibbling your ear and hands slipping beneath your pubic line. Not to mention the hardening of his boner against your back.

“Oh god,” you breathe again. The thought of the aforementioned sends you into a deeper lust.

You are torn out from your thoughts when you notice that he is saying something at the moment. Looking down at him, your heart skips a beat in seeing the mess you have made on his face.

The air is sickly with the scent of alcohol mixed with your perfume and his cologne.

“I want to fuck you,” he is saying in nearly a moan, “I need to fuck you.”

He removes himself from under you. On his knees behind you, he pulls your hips towards him and your face falls onto the sweat soaked pillowcase. He is not gentle when widening your stance so he can enter from behind. A hand is firmly pushing on the crook of your back, and the silent ‘o’ of your face reflecting back upon the mirror over the bed sends a painful spasm down. His erection grows impossibly bigger.

He moves at a merciless pace, sending waves of pleasure throughout your entire body and the room fills with lewd sounds of skin slapping and sucking as you take in the length of his shaft. Reaching around so that he can only stretch your walls further and ram into you deeper, his fingers circle your clit to hit it in a way that brings tears into your eyes at the stimulation. He is content when a line of profanities mingled with his name stream out from your mouth.

“Come for me, baby girl. Come for daddy.”

Your words hitch in your throat upon hearing his command. With all your will, you push yourself away from him and turn to face him.

His chest glistens as he kneels erect in front of you. The thoughts that swirl around in your mind right now; the things that you want for him to do; the things that you want to do. The things you are willing to beg to do.

“Let’s get this straight. First things first, I am not your baby girl,” you say, bringing yourself up to your knees. His lips are swollen and he does not hide the way his eyes rake over every inch of your body as you are before him.

“Secondly,” You grab him and pull him down with you so that your back hits the bed first. “You’re going to fuck me like this.”

Your fingers are coated in your arousal when you guide him so that he slides his entire girth between your folds. You watch as his tongue flicks out and swirls around two of your digits before he gorges them to the knuckles. The sound he makes at this moment sends you hurtling towards the edge.

“And third,” you stop yourself short, biting onto his shoulder while he begins to thrust into you again. “You’re going to come first, Daddy.”

You cannot prepare yourself for the impact. He brings your legs above his shoulders, moving at a pace and depth that you did not think he was possible of until now. Your nails rip into the skin of his back, your chanting of his name like a prayer for him to keep going.

He feels you shaking beneath him, and god, you are so incredibly sexy even with your hair plastered across your forehead. He knows that you are about to tip over but he cannot disobey your order. You mewl in displeasure when he stops, his head in you just far enough to stretch the beginnings of your walls.

“Me first, right?” His eyes do not leave your face. Anther few inches deeper.

You meet him with an angry kiss, grasping for him. He slides the entirety of himself in, and the muscles of his glutes tense at the impact. Letting him ride until he has reaches his high, you bring him even closer to you as you feel his warmth spread through you. He dips down, cleaning you with his tongue, and his lips do not leave yours until you have released yourself over the curling of his fingers.

The both of you are panting heavily as you lay side by side on the king-sized mattress with its silk sheets and lavish satiny blanket. There are unceremoniously dumped rubbers on the floor. You pull the sheets over yourself to cover the stark nakedness you feel, and you inhale sharply at the realization that indeed, you just had sex with your boss.

You hiccup, and a loud burp erupts from you filled with the aftertaste of high-end liquour. You giggle, still ever so slightly inebriated from the events of the night.

“You’d better not be this drunk next weekend,” Seokjin says from beside you. He takes a corner of the sheets and covers himself as well. Even his voice electrifies you. You have to hold your breath for a moment to will yourself to not crawl back closer to him.

“Don’t worry. This is why we did this dry run,” you reassure him.

The house has been quiet for a while and somewhere in the distance, you hear the chime of a bell. It indicates that it is very well past midnight at this point. “I really hope that Junho doesn’t sleep in here tonight,” you say, still staring at the ceiling.

“I texted him,” is Seokjin’s reply.

You turn your head and look at him, face stoic. He returns with a look of his own, the dark pupils of his eyes only beginning to ease the previous hunger. Your heart does a painful leap, and you return your gaze back upon the ceiling.

“Did you have a condom on?”

There is no response. You see that his eyes are closed and there is a gentle rhythmic movement of his chest.

You turn your back to Seokjin’s sleeping form and do not wake from your slumber until early the next morning.

Well, shit.

...

It is the day before the Silver Gala. Taehyung had asked you if you wanted to grab dinner with him. You agreed, and went home first to freshen up before meeting him at the restaurant as he had to stay later at the office to finish up some work.

You hadn’t known exactly what to expect on the Monday when you returned to work. The following day after the whole escapade (ahem sexcapade), you had met with Jimin and Taehyung as previously planned. Neither commented on your choice to wear a scarf despite the humid summer weather. Brunch had been pleasant enough, but your mind had been distant throughout the entire afternoon.

You had felt guilty lying to your own brother when asked how your night out had been, and since Taehyung had not brought it up, you had chosen not to speak to him about it either. And that desperately killed you because you had discovered that you did not like keeping secrets from him. You liked being able to talk to him about anything and everything on your mind.

When you dropped Jimin off at the airport a few days after brunch, he had made a small comment about how he’s glad you’ve found someone to talk to. He had been worried that his little sister would be alone throughout her internship. You had reassured him that you are more than capable of handling yourself, but thank him for his concern nonetheless. You even reassure that you have only about a two and a half weeks left of this work contract, and that you may just decide to return home for a while. He had given you a much longer hug than anticipated, then said, “Good people are hard to come by.” You had asked him what he meant by that but all you received was a cryptic smile.

The days had continued to roll by uneventfully. No longer did you have lunch meetings with your boss. Not that you had minded, considering the pile of work that seems to be growing on your desk. And the minor fact that whenever you looked at your boss all you could see was his naked sweaty body.

You have noticed, however, that he has been just a little bit kinder to you. He is a little more courteous; you catch a small “thank you” one morning when you deliver his coffee. You even contemplate on not submitting the Starbucks receipt for reimbursement as a small gesture of gratitude to him for taking care of you (in more ways than one) that night.

All in all, things had been running fine.

Okay, okay. You may have omitted one big thing; let’s do a tiny bit of a rewind.

To begin, your thoughts on the situation are completely valid. The two of you had been consenting adults. Sure, some alcohol may have been involved, but when you break it down, the two of you had an itch that only the other could have satisfied that night. Nothing wrong with that.

So why the night after meeting Jimin and Taehyung in the morning for lunch had you taken a photo exposing more than just your toes. Of course, you hadn’t sent it (you’re not trying that desperately to ruin your own life), but it sits in your gallery a button away from flying.

It is this photo that you stare at while sitting on the toilet, minutes away from leaving the house. Your fingers hover over the trash can icon. You had to admit to yourself that you looked good. The red frilly garter set that sat at the back of your lingerie drawer had not been used since…well, it just hadn’t been used. But seeing yourself all dolled up made you feel sexy and extremely confidant.

“Just delete it,” you whisper into the air. “Why are you keeping it anyways if you’re not planning on sending it. And if you truly want to send it in the future, you could always take a new one. But also: delete it.”

Seriously though. You find yourself extremely frustrated in the fact that you couldn’t bring yourself to say goodbye to a photo of yourself. And in all honesty, you felt a little sad if it were to be permanently gone. Like a missed chance to show someone just how good you could look.

Let’s find your name beside the definition of “narcissistic”.

“Fuck it,” you say, pulling your pants up. You zip up the jeans and stick your phone in the back pocket, turned off and conundrum forgotten.

You are putting a final brush of lip gloss when your phone buzzes on your vanity table.

7:48pm “Hey Y/N. Sorry I’m running a little bit late. I just need another five minutes.”

You promptly reply.

7:48pm “No worries. I can go to the restaurant first and get us seats. Pick out a wine or something for us to share?”

Keys, wallet, extra cash. All check. You glance at your phone again and see that Taehyung has yet to reply. Knowing him, he is probably rushing right now trying to finish whatever it is. He hated being late and keeping people waiting.

Buzz.

7:50pm “I need to see you.”

You stare at the text, feet frozen on the ground. Your palms suddenly get strangely clammy and the more you stare at the text, the more the words seem to shift and blur in your eyesight. Your heart is thundering as you type a response.

7:53pm “At the office?”

His text back comes immediately.

7:53pm “No. My house. I’ll send you the address.”

Indeed, the address is shot through, and you recognize the street name as part of an expensive neighbourhood with fancy buildings and bougie restaurants. Surely, it must not be professional for you to go up directly to your boss’ place of personal living. Also, what would he need you for that could not be done at the office, the place of work?

You desperately wish you had somebody to talk this over with, but Jimin knew nothing about you and Seokjin, and neither did Taehyung. Besides, the latter was still at work. Taking a seat on the stairway by the door, you decide to consult the next best thing: Google.

“Booty call (n): someone who receives a text or call by a bastard between the times of 12am – 3am for a hookup. The bastard will usually greet the booty call with a simple ‘hey’ or ‘what’s up?’”

You nervously bite on your fingernail. Technically, it is only 8pm. He also did not greet with “hey” or “what’s up?” but then again, he never texted you before. His direct message may as well have been the equivalent of “hey” or “what’s up?”. Swallowing, you scan through the next part of the text definition.

“The bastard enjoys using the booty call for sex and nothing else. No friendship is involved.”

You set the phone down beside you. Two consenting adults. An itch that only the other could satisfy. No. Seokjin’s lame ass probably wouldn’t even know what a booty call was. It’s always about work with him.

8:00pm “I want you”

8:00pm “Right now.”

You suddenly see yourself in that garter set again with its frills and open hearts in all the wrong/right places.

...

Seokjin drums his fingers on his bar table impatiently. He had sent you the text over half an hour ago and had not received a single response. He ponders if you had even received the text message or if you were already drinking the night away, as you had often told him would be your Friday evening.

Meandering over to his personal shelf of liquor, he uncaps a bottle of whiskey and prepares an iced glass.

He hopes that you will be the answer to his problem. If somebody had asked him only a few weeks ago if he could have ever envisioned himself in this situation, he would have denied it vehemently. However, the weekend with you had had him contemplating things over and over in his head all week.

Most thoughts were often of matters strictly at hand, but sometimes he found himself staring into space after a particularly sinful image of you interrupts his client meeting. It also hadn’t helped that with the incoming heat wave summer brings, the general population elects to wear a little less than usual, and you being in that halter dress had done him zero favours.

Blinking, he realizes he has poured a little more than his usual amount of whiskey. He exhales sharply, duly noting the slight increase in his heartbeat, and clears his throat despite being the only person home. There is the low rumbling of a car engine in the background, and he is reminded of a moan that suspiciously resembles an employee he cannot wipe out of his mind.

He checks his phone once again to see if there had been any missed messages while combing his fingers through his hair. The least you could do would be to at least send some type of message of whether or not you wanted to come. He wouldn’t be offended – it is slightly inappropriate to be seeing you outside of the office (you as his plus one as an exception) – but he knew he would be more offended if you simply left him hanging.

The sip of whiskey helps ease the tension around his neck after sitting in video conferences all day. Without much of a thought, he swipes the barstool beside him and inspects it of dust.

The doorbell rings.

You are tugging at the jacket you have chosen for the occasion: the longest one you own. During your Uber over, you had tried your best not to make eye contact with the driver, but you do not know if that had made him more or less apprehensive of his passenger. You knock this time, the itch building beneath the jacket.

“Did you tour the city?” he says with a drawl when he opens the door.

You meet his eyes shyly. They are regarding you with amusement. There is the smell of robust acidity when you brush past him to enter his penthouse. The lights are dimmed in the space except for a bulb hanging over the enormous kitchen island counters. A wall of expensive bottles line one side of the wall, and you spy the culprit of the previous smell on the bar table.

He continues to watch you with a bemused smile as you stand transfixed at the large space decorated with post-modern furniture. Most of it is a near clinical white, but a splash of pink and greens accent the walls or as a central statement piece.

“Would you like anything to drink?” he asks.

Startled, you glance at his wall. You recognize none of the labels and tell him that you’ll just take whatever it is that he has. You stand in your spot and watch as he rolls back his sleeves to pour you a drink. Your fingers clutch and pull the jacket around your shoulders tighter around your body as you are reminded of the muscles beneath the set of his light tunic and velvet trousers.

He hands the drink to you, noticing how cold your fingertips are when they brush against his. This is the first time he has seen you with your hair fully down and not in the work day ponytail you often sport. He notices the flush of pink blush you have applied and the same scent of perfume he has smelled before. Your legs are bare and he can’t help but wonder where you had been planning to go before he had called you to be dressed up like so. He also notices how often you are picking at your jacket.

“Sit.” He gestures to the couch. “You can take off the jacket if you want. I don’t have a coat hanger so drape it over a chair if you want.”

It may have been his imagination, but you seem to turn an even lighter shade of pink.

“R-Right now? You want me to undress now?”

He crosses his arms across his chest. Even though the tunic is loose-fitted, it does not hide the broadness of his shoulders and the definition of his deltoids. “If you don’t want to, that’s fine. The jacket is borderline hideous so maybe keep cover whatever else you’ve got planned underneath there.” He takes a seat across from you and crosses a long leg.

You can feel your entire body heating up as he runs his eyes up and down your body. It should not be possible for someone to look as good as he did simply sitting, swirling his cup lazily with the barely there smirk.

No friendship. Just sex.

You throw back the drink, nearly gagging at the unfamiliar taste. “I haven’t ever really done this before, so I’m just going to go for it,” you say. You stand and inhale deeply. Taking a few steps forward, you walk towards him.

Seokjin watches as you come closer. He sees as you begin to fumble at the buttons of your jacket. In one swift motion, you have suddenly ended up straddled on his lap.

You press your lips against his, gripping the back of his head and interloping your fingers through the soft tendrils of his hair. He tastes like the sweet whiskey you had both shared and an undertone of mint. You press your own heated body against his chest.

“What in the – ” he says, pushing you off him. He is stopped short only when his eyes land on what you had been concealing beneath the jacket.

...

Taehyung had ran as fast as he could from the subway station. Just as he was exiting, he had spied a small flower stand and in the spur of the moment, had decided to purchase a bouquet consisting of magnolias and roses.

He hadn’t meant for the entire thing to have taken that long. He had planned the speech in his mind for days prior, and had even rehearsed it in front of his mirror that morning of. Yet when it came time, and they were standing before one another, his mouth had simply went dry.

He hopes that you haven’t been waiting long, as the five minutes he had texted you about had turned into a solid thirty. He knew there would be raised voices, and he knew that there might even be tears. But he had not anticipated his own feeling of sadness in knowing that there was truly no going back.

“Um, table for two? I think my friend may already be here,” he says to the hostess when he arrives.

Her fingers deftly flip through a few pages of her book. “Do you have a name?”

Taehyung offers yours. “But I don’t think we have a reservation. She may have walked in a while ago?” He proceeds to give a simple description of what you look like. The hostess shakes her head; Taehyung thanks her and shuffles to the side so that the couple behind him could have their turn.

8:42pm “Hey, Y/N. Sorry again. I just arrived. Text me where you’re sitting? I have something that will hopefully make it up to you.”

He leans against the wall, trying his best to catch his breath while ignoring the frantic thumping of his heart. He still does not know if what he did was for the best. He doesn’t know what this could mean for his own future. All he knows is that he needs to speak to you first.

Five minutes pass. Ten. Another fifteen.

He has sent you another text with similar words as the first, but has yet to receive any reply. Calling you has only lead to your voicemail, and knowing that you are not an avid checker of that, he was not able to leave you a message there either. Deciding that maybe you had gone to the bathroom or perhaps you had simply not arrived yet but stuck in traffic elsewhere, he sends you once last text.

9:12pm “Call me when you receive this. I have something important to tell you.”

One incoming text.

Taehyung grips the bouquet harder, missing the vibrations of his phone. His mind is preoccupied with the other speech he has prepared once he is able to see you face to face.

9:13pm “Fuck you, Kim Taehyung. For the record, you’re not the one breaking up with me. I am. I hope the two of you burn in hell together.”

...

Your entire face is burning hotter than your body had been minutes earlier. You have returned to the seat you had been in originally and Seokjin had moved to the further end of the couch across from you. You are no longer only in the bright red lingerie from before, but in a collared shirt that he had thrown to you after he had thrown you off.

Seokjin clears his throat. He keeps his gaze on either your face or somewhere behind you. He does his best not to comment at the fact that he can still see the red of your thong beneath the sheer shirt he had given you. The shirt dwarfs and swallows your smaller body in it. While he might have commented that you looked cute, he shifts himself uncomfortably in his seat after accidentally (?) glancing at your nipples which protrude beneath the thin material. He gropes awkwardly for a throw pillow but notes that it is on the end of the couch closer to you. He crosses his legs instead.

“So what exactly did you think I called you here for?”

Maybe you could just casually fake a stomachache to escape. But it’s a little too late now. Not that you could exactly run outside looking like this. You slide a little lower in the couch, the cheap material of your thong digging into slits that it should not be digging in. You had spied that the heart shaped cut outs of the top were evident through the transparency of the top, so you had elected to take it off when given the privacy to change. Now you wonder if that had been the correct choice as you are nearly certain that the constant rubbing on your boobs on the shirt would make other things evidently pop.

“You were the one who said that you wanted me. Here I quote: “I want you. Right now.” You show him your phone with the receipts.

He barks out a curt laugh, pushing your phone back to you. He ignores the missed button of your shirt that has exposed more of your skin when you had leaned forward with your phone. “I meant I want you here right now. I’ve been stuck at home in international meetings all day, and wanted to speak with you so I could have my dinner in peace after. I didn’t need you to waste any more of my time by waiting by the doorbell until whenever was convenient for you.”

“Well I’m sorry… You could have maybe switched around your words,” you mutter beneath your breath. Peaking beneath your lashes, you can tell that he has pretended not to hear you. He wets his lips with his tongue before sipping again at his drink. When he removes the cup, they glisten with moisture and look delectably soft and plush.

He can see that you are watching him. Your somewhat shy demeanor at the moment throws him off, and he has to adjust the way he sits again. “Hasn’t anyone taught you proper posture?” he chastises you. Your slouching had only drawn the large shirt up your legs. After you adjust the way you are positioned, he reaches over to a folder that had been on the wooden coffee table. He hands the package to you. “This is the reason that I wanted to talk to you.”

There are pages upon pages of the contract. The words with line after line of legal terms and jargon make you blink several times.

“Isn’t this basically what Yerin does?” you ask once you have breezed through it quickly.

He has returned to sipping at his drink. In the light (and your own soberness), you note how quickly he glows under the influence. You swallow the laugh before it can escape, thinking how much he looked like a little chibi character with his over-dramatic blush.

“Yerin’s due for a contract renewal. I also know that your contract is about to expire as well. In all honesty, you have done more work around the office than she or anyone has.”

“I mean, I’m honoured. But look at the two of us right now. I don’t want the rest of the office to think I’ve slept my way into a position. I’ll be fine after my contract expires.” You say the last sentence as consolation to yourself and him.

He shakes his head. “She gave me her resignation letter last week. She’s moving with her fiancée. I now have a vacant position and I need it filled immediately. I believe that you’d be a good fit.”

“I don’t know,” you mumble, “A lifestyle of getting Starbucks orders that run into next week? Can’t exactly say it’s all that enticing to be working for a spawn of Satan.”

This time he laughs loudly audibly. “Is that what you think of me? I’d thought you’d at least be more creative when coming up of nicknames.” He stands and walks back to his liquor cabinet. Returning, he refills both of your cups with a new dark liquid.

“I need time to think about it,” you tell him honestly. “As you have probably figured out, I didn’t exactly plan on being offered a job tonight.”

He uncrosses his legs and leans forward. The neck of his shirt falls, opening up to a dangerous black hole to his chest. “I still can’t believe you thought I had texted for a booty call.”

You lean forward and match his stance. “Your text was seriously misleading, okay? Besides, we haven’t exactly talked about what happened last week so I’m sorry for misinterpreting the weird signals you’ve been putting out.”

“I’ve been sending weird signals.”

“Yes. You haven’t spoken to me all week.”

“I told you, I’ve been in a lot of meetings with our new development plan. You’re not exactly a saint yourself by the way; coming in with new outfits everyday and sashaying deliberately in front of my room to the kitchen.”

You hadn’t known that he had picked up on your new wardrobe, let alone your dumb plan of checking in on him while you go get food. “I didn’t know if we were just going to pretend that it never happened or if, I don’t know, there was something.”

“Do you want there to be something?”

“I said I don’t know.” You throw your hands up in exasperation. “I’m nearly 30 years old. I’ve worked over a dozen unrelated jobs. I’m currently an intern slash personal assistant slash whatever job position you have just offered me. I live in a tiny apartment and spend my weekends either home alone or at a bar with a singular friends. I don’t think I’m exactly screaming sexy vixen here.”

You do not miss the raise of his eyebrow at your last sentence.

“I don’t believe your age needs to have anything to do with your accomplishments,” he says.

“Says the younger successful CEO of his own company,” you snort.

“I believe in bringing out the best colours for any employee in my company. I started DailyHive off with just an idea and nobody to explain to me what I should be doing. It is people like an experienced intern or a helpful stranger on the street who helped me figure out how to set a company off. The only thing that should be addressed with one’s age is that they’ve got extra years of wisdom. They don’t offer anything less because of a few less letters after their name; they offer so much more.

Even if an individual doesn’t stay at the company, I am content in knowing that I am able to be a part of an individual’s journey to better themselves.”

You draw your legs up beneath you. “You’re damn lucky to have found your own colour in the world. I’m a year-old tube with dry stuck paint at its opening. I don’t know what I want.” It takes you a moment to see that he is looking anywhere else but you, when you feel a breeze shift along your butt. You lower your legs again.

“So many people are fixated on finding their own colour,” he says with a sigh. His gaze lingers outside his windows overlooking the city’s twinkling lights filled with bustling cars and families winding down for the night. “I think life is really about creating your own palette. Nobody is ever created with a singular colour. We’re multidimensional beings with changing goals and motives. We can love one thing and hate it the next moment.”

You bring your legs even closer to you. Damn him for being so freaking attractive while talking about humans being a paint palette.

“Yeah okay. Again, let me think about this,” you grumble.

He turns back to look at your. His eyes are solemn but kind and understanding. He brings out his phone. “Send me your resume. Even if you decide against it, at least I’ll have you on file. I’ll forward it to Yerin before she goes so she can send it off to HR as needed.”

You nod. “I’ll AirDrop it to you right now before I can change my mind. Give me a moment.” You curse him and his words that have now begun to worm its way into your mind. Swiping distractedly at your cluttered gallery, you click the file and send it over to his phone.

“There,” you say once you have completed the task. You look up when he does not respond, noting that he is staring intensely at his phone. “Yeah I get it. Like I said, a lot of random-ass jobs. But I’ll be working on building my palette as you’ve so elegantly put it.”

“I, uh,” He clears his throat. “Could you send it again? I don’t think I got it.”

You roll your eyes. “What are you talking about? Here let me see. You probably don’t know how to access it.” You reach for his phone.

He retracts his hand quickly, immediately clicking the lock button. “No!” he says loudly, “I know how to access it. Just send it again.”

You shake your head, back to scrolling through your phone when it shuts off on you. He pushes you off his lap. “Uh, I can’t. It just died.” You look up and see that he is distracted by his phone again.

“It’s fine,” he says after a moment. “Just send Yerin an email directly, I guess.”

“Okay,” you say. The two of you glance at each other in silence. “So,” you begin, “This is a little awkward but I hadn’t really thought I would be going home. Dead phone means no Uber.”

“I have an extra guest room,” he says before you can finish. “I’ll have someone drive you home tomorrow.”

“Still got some good pillows and sheets though, right?” you say cheekily.

He rolls his eyes and gestures for you to follow him.

...

He tosses and turns in his bed after the two of you have retired into your separate rooms. A particular image cannot be removed from his eyes, and the subject of said image lies only a few walls apart from where he is. He reaches over for his phone.

You know you should have been able to fall asleep quickly, especially with the silk pajamas he has lent you and the extra soft pillows he has prepared on your behalf. Yet, there is an enticing thought that continues to run scenarios through your mind. You need a cup of water or at least some fresh air to clear such thoughts, and remember seeing a balcony by the dining area.

Padding as quiet as you can to the door, you open it as smoothly as you can to not disturb the owner of the house. You are about to walk through when you find a large wall in your way.

Seokjin stands in the doorframe. He looks down at you, a sensual shadow that makes you choke on your breath.

He holds up his phone, the last image he received lighting up your room.

...

“You’re sure this is what you want?” you ask, peeking from behind the door frame. Seokjin lounges on his bed, one leg up and both his arms spread across the back of the headboard. Your toes curl upon laying eyes at his long limbs with that deceiving baby face.

“That was your original plan when you showed up, no? Might as well go through with it.”

You take a deep breath and walk into his room, back into the garter set of the photo you had unintentionally sent him.

He sweeps over you in one movement. He is suddenly ravenous, and you are exactly what he needs to fill his appetite.

“Turn around,” he states.

You do so. He follows the length of the stockings up your thighs, the barely-there thong that opens up with little heart encasing your skin around the side, front and back. Then the frilly top that leaves nothing up to the imagination as they cling onto your skin in one thin strap.

“Come here,” is his next command.

You approach the edge of his bed, then crawl up towards where he has lounged.

“Sit.” He can barely manage the singular word. You had said you were not a vixen before, but that is all he can envision right now. He pats the spot.

Seeing where his hand rests, you lift it and place it on your body. The heat it emanates travels directly to your core. You then sit where you want, and feel a twitch beneath where you have placed your body. This time, he does not push you away when you weave your fingers into his hair and give him a deep kiss. Your tongue sweeps teasingly along the plump lips you had been eyeing earlier that evening, darting in and out without truly meeting his.

He throbs against your thigh. His hands travel from your back to your waist and finally up to your breasts. He takes one of your nipples between his fingers and gives it a light squeeze. He feels you hum at his movements. Traveling to a soft spot in your neck, he suckles it gently all while rubbing the hardening bud.

“Let me hear you say it again,” he whispers between a nip on your earlobe and leaving a wet trail to the top of your breasts. He slips lower on his back, creating a wider cradle in which you rest within his lap.

You adjust yourself, sucking his full bottom lip. “Daddy,” you sigh. This time the twitch is aggressive and you know that there is a growing wet spot where you sit. You sit up with a small groan as he cups your entire breast in a hand. He brings his lips to it and he suckles on your nipple this time. His tongue brushes against the sensitive skin. One hand trails down your abdomen and brushes against your folds. He presses a thumb that easily slides between to your bud.

“Oh, you are so wet.” The sentence comes out as a breathy erotic moan. “Daddy will take care of you tonight.”

Lifting you off him, he slides out of his pajamas before crouching above your figure. He shares another heated kiss, all the while tugging at the laces that hold your outfit together. Your nails dig and leave red markings down his forearms and back, while you bite back a growing moan and heated drop in your body.

“Tell me what you need,” he exhales.

You close your eyes as his tip presses against your pelvis. Reaching, you take his member into your hands and begin to tug at it. You bring yourself to meet him, then begin coating yourself over the entirety of his shaft. When his body spasms above yours, you circle his tip with your thumb and rub it against your clit.

His breathing increases until it becomes a staggered sob. You feel him tightening and he grunts. Taking him to you again, you draw his face towards you, opening his mouth with a swipe of your tongue. He battles against your tongue with his own all the while you increase the speed at which you continue to roll your wrist along his length.

He shakes again violently, and you know he is at the start of his climb. The growl fills the room when you grab him and deny him of is orgasm. He bites into your lip, drawing the iron taste of blood.

“That’s for last time,” you say, the feeling of pain barely registered above the sensation of pleasure.

“Let’s call it even now,” he says. He loops a finger through one of the cutout hearts of your bottoms and the buttons holding it together separate with a pop. He presses gentle kisses on the soft part of your abdomen, then the squishy part of your pelvis, drawing closer to the middle of your thighs, and all the while leading up to your drenched core.

You cannot do anything else but writhe and moan beneath his tongue.

“You should wear that more often. In different colours. Different styles like a babydoll.” The vibrations along his lips only drive you closer to the edge. He latches onto your clit and continues to drink in the sounds that come out from your mouth. “Such naughty sounds from such a pretty mouth,” he rumbles. You yelp when he pinches your nipple with a force, and that animalistic noise has him drawing back up to you.

Your own hunger is overwhelmed when you taste yourself in the harsh kiss he has given. He lines himself up and begins to thrust deeply into you; his fingers dipping into your mouth as you begin to suck. Crude incoherent growls arise from him, his pace not slowing. His fingers leave so that he can reposition himself and watch as he enters and exits you each time. There is only the sound of heavy breathing from the both of you and finally.

You bring your hips to meet his at the same time that he releases himself all over you. You follow only seconds later, the orgasm so intense that for a moment you are knocked breathless. You then feel his soft tremoring kisses on your forehead, your nose and finally a long one on your lips.

“I really need to watch what I send you,” you whisper. In the dim light of the room, you see a large grin as he presses his forehead against yours.

....

The first rule in one-night stands is that you are to never fall for the person. Boundaries are to be set up and these boundaries are not meant to be crossed. Yet throughout the next day, you find yourself hurtling towards the other side of these boundaries at a dangerous momentum.

There had been more love-making sessions that you would like to care to admit. It just hadn’t seemed right to send you home without first having some breakfast. Then you couldn’t because your phone was not finished charging. By then it had been lunch. It is the day of the Gala anyways so why don’t you just stay and he’ll have somebody swing by your place to pick up your outfit?

You had never known Seokjin to be particularly sweet, with his no nonsense attitude and extremely picky choices as your supervisor. Yet when he had placed a meticulously curated meal before you, you had to admit that he is an extremely good cook who also happened to remember your food choices from the times you had shared lunches together.

No breakfast meats as too much salt straight off the bat made your stomach complain. You hated citrus, so he opted out of that when making salmon for lunch. He had made some homemade pesto pasta instead, knowing that you had often inquired of if green was actually healthier than the usual red or white. He made sure you were fed, kept warm and content.

There had been a brief few hours of the day when he had to be in his home office to take some calls. But that had not been a problem. You had retired back into the guest room to take some much needed sleep, after not having had much the previous night. Then he had joined you in bed when the call was over.

He was also such a different lover when neither of you were intoxicated.

“The Gala is in three hours. Perhaps we should start to get dressed,” he whispers into your hair.

You straddle him, your head on his wide chest and one leg intertwined between his. You bury your face in the crook of his neck and nip at jaw. “Too early. Another hour,” you murmur, your hand already stroking his half hard cock.

The laugh rumbles like an impending thunderstorm. Seokjin had never anticipated how much he enjoyed having another presence in this large, empty void he occasionally called home. He had often felt a sense of dread leaving the office building knowing that he would be away from people and back alone for the next few hours until he could return to work. He liked the feeling of warmth having you in his arms; having somebody to enjoy his cooking; having somebody to share the mundane tasks of everyday life.

He has to make an effort to remove you from him despite the yearning as aftereffects of your teasing. Brushing your hair away from your eyes, he places a delicate kiss on the tip of your nose.

“I might not need three, but from our dry run I’ll suggest that you utilize all the time you have,” he says.

You roll over onto your stomach all the while watching as he stands up, previous sheets sliding past his lean torso and revealing him in his entirety. He nearly hops back into bed when he meets your dilated pupils filled with carnal hunger. “I’m going to take a shower,” he says with finality.

Groaning loudly to complain at him for leaving a cold pocket of air in the once warm sheets, you flip back onto your back. You grope blindly at the bedside tables until you find one of his shirts to cover yourself with. Your body shivers when your feet hits the icy floors. You pad over to where you had left your phone charging near the kitchen table and turn it on for the first time since it had died last night.

Your heart does a triple flip when you see the amount of missed calls and texts from Taehyung. Shit.

He picks up on the third ring.

“Taehyung,” you gush immediately.

He sounds tired when he answers. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m so sorry. I didn’t see this until now; my phone had died last night.”

“That’s okay,” he clips the words.

“A-Are you okay?” you return the question. “You said you had something important to talk to me about.” He is not talking to you like he normally does, and that worries you. Something had definitely happened.

“I did. But it’s resolved now. Where were you last night?”

You know that he is genuinely upset at something, whether that something be that you had left him alone for dinner, so you cannot even lie at your whereabouts. You begin to chew at your fingernails as you tell him, “Seokjin called me last night. It was an emergency; he needed me to help him with something. But he’s okay now. And guess what, Tae? He offered me a permanent job! Looks like I’m sticking around just a little bit longer.”

“Huh,” he says. He remains distracted and distant on the call. “Fei is calling me right now. We can talk later.”

“I’ll be at the Silver Gala with Seokjin. I’ll call you tomorrow?”

“Right. That’s tonight. Have fun.”

“Okay, bye, Tae. Tomorrow, I promise.”

You are met with the end tone of the call. You wince when you hit a sensitive part of your nail bed.

...

There is barely enough time for you to breathe, let alone think about the situation between you and Taehyung, and you and Seokjin.

You are wrapped up in the whirlwind event of the Silver Gala. It passes without a hitch. You act like the perfect arm candy of young playboy (?) worldwide handsome CEO of DailyHive. Despite all the warnings, you are however unprepared to face the hurricane of comments that arise from the night’s events.

Junho had planned for a few reporters to comment on Seokjin’s plain-Jane date. He did not expect the paparazzi to dig into anything deeper and start rumours about the mysterious woman by the side of Kim Seokjin. He did not expect to see blurry photos of the two of them playing golf at his birthday party a week prior.

Nobody expected you to be named his girlfriend.

You hate the attention that it brings. In particular, you hate the whispers from all the coworkers and the stares whenever you enter into the office alone. Just a few days ago, you had walked in on a particularly distasteful conversation in the lunchroom.

“Why would he take her of all people?” you hear someone whisper, oblivious to the fact that you are walking down the hall towards then.

“She tried to fuck my boyfriend.” This voice you do recognize as Fei’s.

“Really? Did you hear she’s got a job offer here? Do you think she’s trying to sleep her way up? You’d better keep an eye out on Taehyung then.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t let that slut run her way through here. Not again.”

That last sentence had been said straight to your face. You knew Fei hated you. You just couldn’t be bothered anymore.

You have not spoken to Seokjin since the articles have been released and instead partake in your meals on the roof where not a single soul dares to go in fear of the unrelenting summer sun.

Despite it all, you cannot help but feel a little sorry for him. You were a nobody, and so the dirt that the tabloids had dug up were really quite more like dustballs compared to the information about Seokjin. You know it must be hard for him to have his life scrutinized 24/7. It cannot be easy to have every single action picked apart for some sort of deeper meaning. That daily stress can make even the nicest person a bratty annoying SOB.

It still sucks that you’re a part of it though.

These are the thoughts that occupy your mind and make you unaware of the argument that has unfolded in the conference room.

Having always been looking for your faults, she did not falter when presented with the opportunity to use you as a scapegoat.

“This is extremely unfair. She’s just an intern and she should not have a say in decisions like these,” Fei says, her voice raising, “She’s going to be gone next week anyways.

Your attention snaps up towards them. A few minutes ago, Seokjin had asked for your opinion regarding DailyHive’s upcoming year development plan. You want to correct her in saying that it’s technically the week after that. Additionally, there is the fact that you would return after.

Seokjin sits a little straighter in his chair. “I don’t understand what Y/N has got to do with any of this. The issue I have is with your – ”

Fei does not let him finish. “You’re being prejudiced because the two of you are dating.”

The whole room watches this encounter with their breaths on hold. Taehyung lifts his gaze from his silent spot across from you.

At once, the two of you stand and shout, “No.” and “Oh my god, you’ve got it wrong!’ simultaneously.

Flustered, you begin to explain yourself. It is one to ignore your co-worker’s comments and the nuisance of the tabloids, but you at least wanted to clear any misunderstanding with Seokjin,

“He and I aren’t dating. We’re strictly in a boss and intern level relationship.” Seokjin follows this with, “Exactly. Besides, I’d be doing her and her family a favour if we were.”

This shuts you up.

“She’s old, first of all. She’d be lucky to have a younger, handsome man by her side. Secondly, it’s not like her family’s made of gold. If we were to date, I’d clearly be the one paying for everything. And imagine if we were to eventually become married! She could never afford so anything on her measly salary. Everything would definitely be coming out of my pocket.”

All the words tumble out even as his mind desperately pumps the brakes.

“I’m above that.”

There is silence in the room following the outburst. More eyes are on you than he, and they continue to watch you as you slowly rise from your seat.

“Above that?” you mutter, turning your back to the room after firmly closing your laptop to place in your bag. You hear the sound of the scraping of a chair from somewhere behind.

“She’s just an intern.”

You zip your bag, your fingers shaking with the effort to not big the whole damn thing up to throw it across the table. When you turn around, you see that Taehyung has risen from his seat while Seokjin has sat back down on his own.

“Excuse me,” you say, your voice wobbling, “Might I remind you that she is right here, and she thinks you’re a total jackass, Mr. Kim.” His name hisses from between your teeth like a whistle. “You may have money. You may own a big fancy house with expensive furniture and a whole array of million dollar pieces in your closet. But you are not above me.”

He does not meet your harsh glare.

“You know what? This entire company sucks. I might just be an intern, but I still believe that I should be treated with the same level of respect and courtesy given to any as basic human rights. So screw you. And while I’m at this? Screw you too, Fei. You suck the most. Good fucking riddance to everyone.”

...

You have been wandering the streets, still very much annoyed and heated from your outburst. You have ignored Taehyung’s calls and even Jimin’s who strangely knew to call you.

So now you are jobless (or very likely jobless). And even though you want to feel and live off the anger, the emotion that overwhelms you the most is your guilt. Because you know everything he had said about you is right.

What if you had just tried harder?

He is above you.

Would your life still be this miserable?

God, why had you ever thought that maybe he cared.

You only wanted a simple life. Was that too much to ask for?

Fate played you like a doll with your one act role as Cinderella that night.

You are a nobody.

You plop down at a park bench, blocks away from the office. And you had been so close to finishing that contract too.

Add that to your growing list of failures.

You might as well begin job searching again because you highly doubt that job offer still stands.

Your phone buzzes again with an incoming call.

“I didn’t think you still cared, Tae,” you say without even looking when picking up.

“Jesus, Y/N,” there is obvious relief in his voice, “I thought something had happened you. You’ve been gone for two hours already. And why wouldn’t I care about you?”

“Does it matter? Just pack my things for me. I’ll pick them up from you some time this weekend,” you say. The reality of your actions have finally settled, and the reality is truly devastating.

“Come back. Fei was out of line there. I don’t think even Mr. Kim would let something like that slide.”

You want to tell him that Fei is not the true problem, but you are too tired to make that correction. Instead, you say, “I’m old. I’m also tragically single. And you know what? I haven’t told you this but the flat I live at isn’t even truly mine. My parents are the one paying for it because the best thing I could afford was being roommates with some college kid who I’m sure sold drugs on the side. I think I needed a reality check. It was a harsh one, but if I don’t start achieving something of my own soon. I don’t know.

I’ll be worthless.”

You close your eyes.

“I’m fine. Thanks for checking up on me, Tae,” you say at last, doing your best to sound perkier, “If you’re talking with Jimin apologize on my behalf. I don’t think I will be the next Zuckerberg. He can continue having his information stolen from Facebook instead of me.”

Staring at the blank screen of you phone, you have hung up before you can listen to another attempt at consolation. A big fat droplet of water splashes and smears over your screen. It lights up.

I saw you on the Internet! Are you really dating the CEO of DailyHive?? BTW, this is Kiko!!

You huff.

Another droplet of water falls, hitting your face this time.

As if life couldn’t get any shittier, there is a sudden onset of rain. The sun quickly disappears behind the clouds.

You had wanted a movie. Life gave you a mockery of Cinderella, and now your classic drenched k-drama protagonist in the rain. Hey, Controller of Destiny, would it be too much right now to ask for the male lead to swoop in with an umbrella?

“You look like a drenched rat,” you hear a voice say. His voice sounds distant and muffled.

Looking up, you see a stranger holding an umbrella over your head. In his other hand, he holds out a phone currently connected to a call.

“Seokjin?” you ask into the open.

“You could have picked a further place to run to if you really were trying to run away,” he says over speakerphone. “Come into the car. Your health benefits don’t exactly kick in until later.”

Following Seokjin’s chauffeur to the black limousine parked only a minute’s walk at the park’s entrance to which you had been sitting at, you muse at the turn of events. Even a k-drama metaphor is apparently too good for you.

Seokjin hands you a handkerchief when you finally sit down beside him. “It probably wasn’t in any of our best interest that I said all of those things,” he mutters quietly.

You raise an eyebrow and say with a tilt of your lips, “Huh, you think? Was it also too much work to just come and offer me an umbrella yourself?” You work to dry your rain-soaked hair, but end up looking more and more like a wet dog.

He wrinkles his nose in distaste. “This is a very expensive suit, you know? It shouldn’t really get wet.”

Sighing, you turn to him. “Are you here for a particular reason or should I just get back out into the rain. I’m probably also drenching these leather seats.”

He contemplates something and then reaches into his breast pocket. He hands over a small box to you. It weighs in your palm like a paperweight.

“Is this your version of an apology?”

He snorts. “As if. I’m just saying – and purely stating a fact here – that it probably wouldn’t be that bad if somebody were to date you. You’re somewhat pleasing to the eye; you’re mostly hardworking and you can be useful to have around.”

He does not add that last night, he had dreamt he was that somebody.

“Also,” the next words take a while to form on his lips, “I’m regretful of the things I said earlier at the office.”

You cannot help but feel a smile tug upon hearing the strange words that are coming out of his mouth.

“God help us all if that’s what you think an apology is.”

“Open it.”

You sigh and unravel the string. In the center of the packing is a golf ball, with your initials monogrammed onto it.

“What’s this?” you ask.

He clears his throat. “I had Yerin run the paperwork so we can get started with your onboarding. I saw that today is your birthday.”

“I didn’t know you cared so much about your interns, Kim Seokjin,” you say. The smile refuses to leave your face as you turn the golf ball around in your hands.

“Fine. I saw Taehyung leave something on your desk this morning,” he finally admits.

“We’ll work on your apology. But okay. Consider your regret noted at this moment.”

He gestures to the chauffeur to start the car. From outside the vehicle, the rain dissipates. Once again, there is warmth in the air and a glow from the sun as it emerges from behind the clouds.

“Um, Seokjin. The office is the other way. You might need to hire a new chauffeur,” you say. Your shared office building grows smaller in the distance.

The scene begins to fade like the epilogue of a movie.

Seokjin leans back in his seat and closes his eyes. “I know. I just thought, screw the company. Let’s go play a real game of golf.”

You lean back, holding the golf ball close in your lap.

Maybe, your 29+1 might not be so bad after all.

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SK8ER BOI II- Ollie

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pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

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The next day at school, it wasn’t hard to find Y/N. She stood with her friends as Harry skated past, waving at her as he went by. His black sweater and jeans were practical and normal wear.

“Since when were you friends with him?” One of her friends asked with raised brows. “He’s not the most social of them all.”

It was true. Harry tended to keep to himself and minded his own business, stayed with his group of friends and didn’t bother anyone. He hooked up at parties to be people’s bad boy fantasies and all that but he wasn’t much of a talker in social situations. Not a lot was known about him besides he smoked weed, drank, hooked up and was generally a nice guy. You could label him a stoner skater and it wouldn’t be wrong.

It was really nice to see Harry, Y/N thought it was cute that he waved when he skated past. It did bring a smile to her face. “Oh, we’re assigned partners for Mr. Beck’s anatomy class.” Y/N explained, “he’s actually really nice. Easy to work with.” She nodded and noticed Timmy looking at her with furrowed brows. “I’m going over again on Friday to work on it.” She let him know, wrapping her arm around his waist from behind and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You alright?” Of course Y/N just had to act as she would normally, she couldn’t let anyone know of her little secret. It wasn’t that hard keeping up with Timmy though, she did genuinely care about him and affection was her immediate way of interacting with him. Hugs, kisses, nothing had changed really.

“Nothing, babe, was just curious.” Timothée smiled down at her and leaned down to peck her lips. Y/N rested her head on his shoulder and sighed, that spark really wasn’t there.

Even Harry noticed, there was no chemistry. Lighting up a cigarette, he leaned against the tree with Niall talking Zayn’s ear off, watching the couple. It looked like they were friendly but the guys’ arm stayed on her arm. The boy didn’t loop around her waist, didn’t hold her body closer— no. It was a very obvious thing to him now more than ever.

“I’m positive he’s not into girls.” Harry said. “Nothing wrong with it but... Y/N’s hot. He’s literally not touching her at all.” He spoke lowly. His friends didn’t know he was hooking up with her and it was normal for him to have random outbursts like this so it was okay for him to say.

“Ya think? He looks sickly whenever she kisses him.” Niall snickered. “It’s fine but, he shouldn’t string the poor girl along.”

Harry agreed.

----

The rest of the week went by just fine but realistically Y/N was excited for Friday. Maybe it was bad of her to get all ready for him as if they were a thing, but she wanted to feel nice and look nice for him even if it was just someone she was hooking up with. Y/N had taken extra precautions, telling her mom she was working on a project with a friend but she might go to Timmy’s after to spend the night. Now. Y/N wasn’t sure how long she’d be staying, but just in case. She wanted to have as much time with Harry as she possibly could. So, she got dropped off at Harry’s around 5 after dinner, her heart beat picking up again. She had worn a set of underwear with little hearts on it, thinking it was cute. Y/N didn’t feel comfortable wearing overly sexy sets, they just weren’t her. Hopefully Harry would think they were cute. She wasn’t even sure if they were for real going to do stuff again, but she could only assume so.

He had kept an eye on Y/N and Timmy for the rest of the week and struggled to understand why Y/N was still with the dude. He didn’t pay her much attention. Sure, he would kiss her head or rub her arm but there was no physical affection. From what Harry has seen, Y/N thrived off of being touched. It must be really hard for her. He didn’t know why she went for that and stood for the treatment especially when she was barely getting anything out of the agreement. It confused the fuck out of him. Either way, he tried to stay out of it. the house was clean and Y/N was coming over and he had questions for her, so he would ask them later. He figured if it ran late enough he could order pizza and bring her home. Or whatever she was doing next. It was Friday. He was just planning on smoking and using his telescope.

Y/N texted him saying she was there and smiled up at him when he opened the door. Just as last time, the kitties came running over to greet her and she couldn’t help but smile, again dropping down to pet them all.

“Hi my angels!! I missed you.” She giggled, letting one of them climb up onto her lap. She picked it up and nuzzled against it, pressing a kiss to its nose and hummed as it purred and went to kiss her nose. “Awe, thank you!” She cooed, setting it back down. She stood up when she heard Harry clear his throat, blushing a little. “Hi.” She giggled and brushed her skirt down. Y/N took her shoes off as usual and left them by the door before following him up the stairs to his bedroom. She’d noticed he had candles lit this time, had some fairy lights going too. Was he setting the mood? “It looks nice in here.” She complimented, taking a seat on his bed. “How was your week?” She asked, wanting to make some kind of conversation because she really didn’t want to just blurt out about how she’d been thinking about his dick the whole week.

“Thanks. M’gonna smoke a bit and look at my telescopes later so I made it cozy.” Harry shrugged. Also, it would be easier for her to be comfortable around him. A good atmosphere was important. “What about you?” He laid his laptop out on his bed. Today he was in comfortable clothes. A sweatshirt and joggers but— it was kind of hot. He had a tank top underneath, so he slid it off and let himself be clothed in just the tank. It showed off a nice amount of tattoos. His parents were cool like that. They let him get them as long as he did well. Said it was his body and his choice to regret it if he did one day. “Ah, Muffin likes you.” The orange kitty weaved around her legs, mewing to be picked up. It did indeed love Y/N and her good energy.

“Is that what you do most nights then?” Y/N asked curiously, wondering if astronomy was something he was majorly into. “Didn’t know you were into astronomy.... then again, I don’t know a lot about you so.” Y/N chuckled and blushed, swallowing thickly as she admired his tattoos. “Those are really nice by the way.” She spoke, nodding to his arm. Y/N knew she was awkward with making conversation, but hopefully he got the hint that she wanted to hear more about him if he let her. “I’m supposed to go to Timmy’s later.” She explained, knowing he probably wouldn’t like that. Truth be told, she’d rather stay here with Harry, but she hadn’t spent any time with her boyfriend this week and she felt bad. “Hi muffin.” She cooed down at the kitten in her lap, “you get as cozy as you’d like, okay?” She told the cat not expecting it to respond with a meow. Y/N looked at Harry with wide eyes when it happened, “oh my goodness!!”

He laughed under his breath. She was going to her boyfriends after getting her shit wrecked by Harry? Part of him liked it. She would go and think about how Harry was by far a better choice. There were no ifs ands or buts. He was annoyed on another part because he wasn’t sure why she kept giving the dude the tone of day, but apparently that wasn’t his business. A slight smile came on his face as he looked at her with the cat in her, astonished that she had talked back to her.

“She likes you quite a bit.” He commented, bringing his computer to his lap. “But thanks, about the tattoos. I love em. And I love astronomy. The stars and all that stuff. My dad works at NASA, so I’d like to go there too.” He hummed. “Not an astronaut cause, I’d go crazy being trapped in a ship but... learning about it. It’s cool.”

Y/N was surprised to hear it, but her heart did swell. Something about men that loved the stars made her all gooey because they were naturally dreamers regardless if they saw it that way or not. She knew Harry was artsy, liked that he was in fact, it gave him a lot more depth. Fuck. She needed to stop thinking that way.

“That’s so cool! You have to be really smart for that.” Y/N said, knowing he must have to be a genius to work for NASA. It was an extremely complicated job, lots of math involved, but Harry seemed to be somewhat offended at her question. “No, no— I didn’t mean it like that, I just.. sorry, I knew you were smart I just. I shouldn’t have assumed, I’m sorry.” She spoke, feeling herself blush. He was far smarter than her that’s for sure. She of course was just trying to be a teacher, well.. she didn’t quite know what she wanted to be yet. Y/N was often stuck in feeling like she didn’t really have a purpose.

“It’s cool, I get it. A miswording.” Harry chuckled as he saw her panic that she offended him. He was used to people putting him off as a lazy student because of his looks and calm demeanor. But she obviously didn’t mean it. “Yeah, it’s what I want to do. Lucky my dad is there but I’m not gonna get a job by slacking, so I make sure to get A’s. A lot of people don’t expect it of me but it’s fun. School is really easy for me.” He didn’t have to try. He was that lucky bitch. It came to him naturally. “But what about you? What do you want to do?” He was curious what she would be interested in. If she wanted to be something specific or if she was figuring it out. He could see her doing something artsy or with literature. She seemed to be a bit bookish when it came to that.

Y/N was happy to know he did well in school, glad he found it easy because she was often panicked with how difficult it could be whenever there was all too much going on. “I think that’s great though, it’s nice to have a passion.” She said, petting the kitty in her lap. “I um... I don’t really know yet. I thought I wanted to be a teacher, cause I really like little kids and I’d really like to help them learn.” Y/N explained, “but sometimes I wonder what else I could do? I second guess myself a lot.” It was a struggle for her internally but she knew she’d figure it out eventually. She did have lots of passions, writing being one of them, she just didn’t think it was worth the stress of money. She let out a deep breath, watching the cat jump out of her lap to get some attention from Harry. She went to work on the project wanting to get a lot done so that they could do stuff, if of course he wanted to. Again, she didn’t want to assume that it was a more than one time thing.

“It’s okay. It’s definitely hard. You don’t have to know now. I’m lucky cause my parents just let me find what I like and I was early on with what I liked. They put a pressure on us to know right now and we don’t have to.” Harry shrugged. “My whole side of my dad’s family is into space and engineering. It was funny when he married my mum because they’re kind of opposite? He’s practical in work but goofy as shit at home. My mom is like... the best. But she’s the one who makes sure my dad doesn’t just buy a Jeep for the fuck of it.” He laughed. Their careers and their personalities matched well though. It was easy to open up to Y/N because she genuinely seemed interested in what he had to say. Plus, it wasn’t classified information. “What do you like? You should try and look into stuff that’s like... that you’ll enjoy. No sense in working a job you hate forever.”

“Your parents seem really cool.” Y/N smiled brightly at him, genuinely happy that he had a good life. Harry didn’t deserve to feel hurt ever. No. He had a good head on his shoulders and a great support system. She felt like there was a spot for a nice girl in his life, but it seemed like he wasn’t actively searching for one? Maybe that was a sore subject. She let out a breath, “I really like writing, it’s fun for me to express myself in that way. But I don’t think I’d be a very good writer as a job or anything. That’s mainly why I said I’d be happy with teaching, cause I know I couldn’t ever be upset knowing I’m teaching little kids something... giving them a good example. Know how important it is to have good teachers that make you feel comfortable.” Y/N was really enjoying just getting to know Harry. It was easy talking to him, he was lovely, really. No judgement at all and of course he gave great advice. It was then that she got interrupted by a call. It was Timmy.

“Hey... is everything alright?” She knew he wouldn’t call unless it was urgent.

“Hey, Uh... I don’t think we can do Tonight. We’re super busy with the committee and planning stuff and I wouldn’t be good company.” He said distractedly. He was very focused on being student body president again and he took it far too seriously. “We can go out one day next week? It’ll calm down after I get reelected!” No it wouldn’t. He was always coming up with excuses. “But— sorry, they got food and we’re working on a new slogan for the posters. I’ll talk to you later, sorry.”

Harry could see her face fall and her lip start to tremble. He immediately felt concern, moving to sit up more on the bed and tilted his head as she let the phone fall on the bed. “Hey... what’s up?” He asked gently. Not sure what was going on but knowing that he probably should be concerned by the look on her face. “What happened?”

Of course. Excuses as usual. Y/N was trying, trying really hard to be a good girlfriend or whatever the fuck she was. God, she wanted to have a nice conversation with him today, ask him what had been up with him recently but he had been avoiding her like the plague. He didn’t like her even as a friend? Was that it? Even if he was gay, she could only hope he would tell her instead of stringing her along. Y/N wasn’t sure what to do because realistically it shouldn’t hurt her this much, but she had been with him for three whole years, been best friends before that. Course it hurts. Y/N swallowed thickly, tears starting to fall down her face as she looked at Harry. He’d think it was stupid. It was no secret that Harry didn’t like Timothée, at least to her at least. She didn’t want to look stupid.

“Timmy he’s busy with the campaign is stuff... said we can’t hang out.” Y/N sniffled, wiping her eyes. She was crying more so cause she was embarrassed. She felt like everyone knew and she was just getting dragged along.

Anger welled in him. How many times was this asshole going to hurt her heart? How could he not see he was selfishly dragging this shit out and leading her on when she could be out of that relationship and be shown an actual thing or two about a man.

“No... Y/N, don’t cry.” He whispered. Internally, he felt panicked but he moved over to where she sat and placed an arm around her. “It’s alright. He’s a loser for that. But I feel like there’s more to why you’re so upset about it.” He rubbed her back, trying to soothe her the best he possibly could. “Does he do this a lot?” He was curious, trying to understand her complete meltdown now from him not wanting to hang out. It had to be a common thing if she was this upset over it.

Hearing the words ‘dont cry’ only made her cry more, hiding her face in his chest. She didn’t trust her voice yet, a sob coming from her as she nodded her head to let him know it was a regular thing.

“Sorry...” She sniffled, trying to catch her breath properly. “I’m just embarrassed...” Y/N explained, “cause he just— he’d rather do anything than hang out with me.... and you know, now I’m suspecting he might not be straight, but to his knowledge he still thinks I don’t know. So he’s just— I don’t want to pressure him into coming out if he isn’t ready either! What if he isn't?” She felt more tears fall, wiping them aggressively. “Feel really stupid for being upset cause I feel like everyone knows except for me, and he’s just dragging me along and isn’t even trying to fake it— just hurts cause you know, thought he’d want to at least hang out with me cause he thinks I’m cool or whatever but apparent not.” Y/N felt very hurt, her heart cracking because she felt like everything was falling apart quite quickly and she didn’t want to just dump it all on Harry like this.

“Woah... hold on there. He’s the idiot, bunny.” He left a pet name slip. “What type of person does that shit to someone else? You are very cool. Very pretty. There’s nothing wrong with you. It’s a him issue. A hundred percent not a you thing, love.” He was positive about that. Y/N hadn’t done anything to deserve this, at all. It made him sad to think that she could possibly be feeling as though it’s genuinely her fault. “It’s not stupid to be upset either. It’s valid. Doesn’t matter if he's straight or not. He’s pushing and stringing you along and not giving you anything but a title for it. I watched you both this week a bit. Sorry If that’s creepy but... he doesn’t treat you right. Even as a friend.” He explained. It made him so sad to think that the boy was hurting her for no damn reason. “Can I tell you something? I was wicked excited to hang out with you today. I've been looking forward to it all week. I don’t like hanging with lame people so... you’re definitely very cool.”

Y/N chuckled at his comment, sniffling a bit. “Are you sure you weren’t excited because you knew you’d get some?” She asked, looking up at him with wide eyes. Y/N wasn’t assuming he was like that, but no part of her believed she was cool enough for Harry and her tone displayed that. Harry was being very sweet to her and he absolutely didn’t have to. She could have just excused herself and collected herself and carried on with the project but he was being insistent on calming her down. She let out shaky breaths, staying snuggled into his chest because she found it to be the most comfortable thing. “Sorry I’m crying all over your shirt.” Y/N chuckled and pulled back, looking up at him with her eyes all blown. She liked him. She liked him a lot but she knew that he wouldn’t want to be involved with someone like her. She was such a baby and was scared of everything. She didn’t do drugs, didn’t go to parties, she wasn’t sexy. She just minded her business and watched anime at home.

“Woah... no, that wasn’t why I was excited. I mean, I was hoping we would do something but I wasn’t gonna push it if it didn't feel right. You’re a genuinely cool girl, Y/N. I don’t have a ton of Friends so like... it’s cool to find someone I think I can be friends with.” He was sad she felt that perhaps that was her only worth to him. It wasn’t at all. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about the shirt, I don’t want you to be sad.” He continued rubbing her back gently. Poor Y/N. She was a mess in her mind. “But you’re a lot more than just a hookup. To anyone. You’ve got a ton of worth and you’re fun to be around regardless.” He didn’t like the thought of her being sad. “We can just hang out after we finish the part we’re working on. We’re already ahead. I’ll uh... I can show you some constellations if you wanted?”

It really did mean a lot to her to hear him say that. Y/N always felt that she was constantly in her boyfriend’s shadow, always being called ‘Timmy’s girlfriend’ and never by her name at times. Y/N wanted to be her own person, liked that that’s how Harry saw her. It made her feel all warm inside. Her eyes rested up again but she didn’t cry, a smile finding its way to her face before she practically jumped him with a hug. Y/N squeezed him tight, nuzzling her face into his neck.

“Thank you.” She mumbled quietly against his shoulder, holding on to him tight for a while.

“I’d really like that.. the constellations.” She told him quietly as she loosened her grip, but stayed hugging him closely. It felt really nice.

“Great. There’s a ladder I have— we can get up to the roof and look at ‘em. It’s safe.” He had been up there so much that there was a railing on the roof his dad hired someone to put up. Just in case. “In the meantime, I can order pizza or something while we work? By the time it gets here we’ll be done.” He suggested. Feeling the nod in his neck he smiled, grabbing his phone and calling his favorite pizza place.

She had stayed in his lap while he ordered, his fingers going up and down her side as he got them a cheese and pepperoni as well as some of those cinnamon dessert sticks. She needed it after a hard day. Harry didn’t like physical touch all that much when it came to strangers but he already considered her a friend.

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Working went by rather quickly after her little cry, they’d both decided they had done a lot of work today so they started packing up and Y/N was getting more relaxed. She had put her stuff in her backpack and moved it off of his bed by the door so they had more space. He was getting ready to go outside, gathering some things.

“Know you said you were going to smoke, you still can if you want, don’t want to ruin your night.” Y/N said softly, standing beside him as he opened the door to the roof. It was really cool how he had a place to look at all of the stars, his family must be extremely proud of him.

Harry helped her climb up and gave her a blanket to lay out while he brought all of his stuff up. He seemed really excited to be doing all of this and that made her smile, she was excited to get to know him on this level, hear him talk about things he was passionate about.

In Harry’s eyes, she couldn’t ruin his night. Not when she was excited to learn about the stars and things like that. She didn’t make fun. Instead she accepted his passion and was eager to have him explain. He grabbed some of his equipment, bringing it up so they could look at the planets visible if they wanted to. The door was closed so the cats didn’t follow them up there, Harry also bringing a sweatshirt for her to wear. It felt weird, giving a girl a piece of clothing to wear. Usually he hooked up and left. But Y/N deserved more respect than that. She was hurting.

“Here— Uh, you can wear this cause it’s a bit chilly.” He murmured, handing it to her to put on as he put the telescope down and sat down next to her. She did, and he was happy because it was getting nippy out even though during the day it had been warm. “Let’s see... let’s look at constellations first and then I can show you my telescope and see other stuff.”

Y/N felt really cozy now that she was wrapped up in the warmth of Harry’s sweatshirt. She’d seen him wear it earlier, he also wore it to school. It was a big navy one that said, don’t trip. She knew that this didn’t mean anything though, he just didn’t want her to be cold is all. She pulled the sleeves up over her hands, pawing them up for optimum comfort and laid back on the blankets with him so it was easier to see. She scooted closer, looking up at the clear night sky. It was quite dark outside, but the moonlight illuminated everything just enough for them to be able to see what they were doing. Y/N was looking up at a bunch of stars, clearly, but she only knew a few constellations.

“Alright then, educate me, Mr. Styles.” She said with a small hum, just joking around with him.

“Starting simple I suppose. So... up there.” Harry pointed, getting close to her so they would have similar lines of sight. “That’s the Little Dipper. And right over there? The big one.” He traced them outline with his finger. “When I was little I wanted to be a star. Everyone thought I meant like an actor or something but no. I literally meant I wanted to be one of the stars.” He chuckled. “I study them instead. But it gets a bit overwhelming sometimes.” He adjusted his body so theirs were pushed together for optimum warmth and accuracy. “Each of the stars that makes up the constellation is a different galaxy. Our sun is a star. Isn’t that wild? Like... we are the stars in other universes. We are in their sky.” He paused. “At least if you believe in that sort of things. I do.

Y/N moved so that she was laying on the inner part of his arm, closer to his chest. It was a lot easier to look at them this way. She gasped as he pointed out the two, smiling because it really was beautiful. “You know... I have freckles that look like a Little Dipper on my arm.” She was really proud of that, and felt like he would appreciate the little fact. “Aren’t some of them like... based on Greek myth and stuff?” She asked curiously, naturally nerdy about those types of things. Y/N liked all kinds of mythological stories, loved hearing about what they were meant to teach people. She didn’t necessarily believe, but sometimes she wanted to.

Harry was very comfortable to lay on. They hadn’t exactly cuddled like this before, but she hoped that it wouldn’t be the last time they did this because she was much calmer now. She felt a lot more relaxed.

“Mhm. There’s Orion and his belt. The seven sisters. You can see them over there.” He pointed each one out. “The seven sisters is a star cluster that I particularly like. I always wonder what lies behind them. If it’s incredibly hot wherever it is because of the nearness of the stars.” He liked feeling her lay on him like this. It was relaxing. She was good to lay around with. “I suppose we’ll never know the absolute truth, unless a new technology comes out that allows us to go light years. Or aliens. Either way.” He was joking but also, not really. He believed in aliens. “Over there is the Gemini constellation. The twins. Also an astrological sign. Leo, the lion. Pisces. Represents Aphrodite and Eros tying themselves together to escape typhon, the worst monster in mythology.” Harry murmured. “I sit for hours out here and just stare. I know it’s a bit weird but it’s comforting at the same time it’s scary. That we’re so small and insignificant in the grand scheme of things but... our beings can mean the world to someone else.”

Y/N nodded along, listening intently as he spoke. The sound of his voice alone was soothing, but she found herself turning her head to look at him instead of the stars an awful lot. She thought he was beautiful, especially in the moonlight. She needed to cut it out though. He was a good friend to her, she shouldn’t be getting too ahead of herself when she had just found something good.

“Think it’s really cool... always wondered about stuff like that. Space is really scary but very fascinating.” She said and let out a sigh, “if you ever want to talk about it more, we can...” Y/N blushed, genuinely wanting to hear random space facts if that was something he wanted to do.

She was finding that the little crush she’d always had on him was for good reason. He was a really cool guy. Really really cool. He was so relaxed and laid back, the amount of calmness he displayed was incredible. Maybe hanging out with him more would teach her to relax better.

“Yeah? You’re cool, Y/N.” Harry smiled at her efforts. She was really trying. Really, really trying to be a good friend to him and god if it didn’t make him want to make out with her. “Did you want to smoke with me? If not, I can sit at the roof door and we can talk from a distance so you don’t get any of the smoke.” He questioned. Harry didn’t want to pressure her but he did feel like perhaps she would like it. “It’s not scary or anything.” He could see her internal debate. “You’ll probably cough a bit at first. Some people are different. You’ll also probably be hungry, and it does make you a bit more horny than normal. At least it does for me, 100%.” He laughed. Y/N could benefit from it. “But I like it cause it makes me feel a lot more relaxed and loosened up. It feels nice to not worry about tests or the future for a bit.”

Y/N looked at him with a bashful but curious gaze, “I um... yeah, I’d like to.” She said with a nod. It seemed like a good idea, relaxing? being hungry and horny? Sign her up. She knew he wouldn’t put her up to anything that could endanger her, besides, he did it all the time and he was just fine. She sat up and watched as he took out a little box, pulling out a ziplock bag of green clusters and a circular object. Y/N watched as he broke about a green cluster and placed it into the object, twisting it to grind up the weed. He meticulously rolled up one perfectly packed joint, pulling out a lighter before setting the box to the side. She was a little nervous, but he made it look so easy. Y/N watched as he lit it and inhaled with ease, it looked simple enough. She just had to breathe in. He passed it to her with no rush and she brought it to her lips and inhaled. Y/N felt the smoke fill her lungs but she did start coughing, getting used to the sensation.

“That was so weird.” She laughed a bit as she coughed but took another hit nonetheless, this time a bit more prepared.

“Yeah, it can be trippy when you first try and do it but it gets better.” Harry smiled at her attempts. It was admirable that she was so easily trying new things. It was something he liked about her. She didn’t judge much. They passed it back and forth and Harry had the bright idea to move everything inside before he was too lazy to, first bringing down the telescope and then helping her down the stairs.

“Wait— look at this. Lay on the bed.” He grinned, watching her confused face. He turned the lights down and flicked on the star projector that filled the room with many star-like projections. It made his room look like space. Even better when high. He hopped next to her in his bed. “What do you think?”

Y/N knew that she’d feel all floaty when high, but this was really cool. Everything felt like it was in slow motion. She carefully maneuvered down from the roof with Harry’s help, pulling off the hoodie because she suddenly felt very warm.

“Woah!” Y/N’s eyes went wide as she looked around the room. “You didn’t show me this last time!” She looked at him with a look of wonder. It was very much amusing. She laid back and closed her eyes a bit, just soaking in the moment and how much it smelled like him in his bed. “Feels really nice...” She said lazily to him, “can you come here please?” Y/N asked, her voice going all cute and soft. She just wanted to cuddle again. On the roof it was really nice and she thought it would be even nicer on a bed.

“Yeah, sure.” Harry liked her clingy. She was lovely this way. Being high made her ask for things she wanted, apparently and that was good for his sake. He immediately was met as a cuddly Y/N when he moved closer to her, letting her curl up next to him. Harry was feeling things out but he was curious to know what she liked. What she would want to do if they continued hanging out.

“How do you feel? Both being high and hanging out with me?” He wanted to show her how it felt to have a true friend. Someone who treated her nicely. That oui oui baguette boy obviously didn’t treat her how she needed to be treated. “You want to be friends with me, right? Cause we could do this shit all the time. I smoke with Zayn and Niall but they’re like, suuuuuper obnoxious with it.”

Y/N happily swooped her leg over Harry’s hip, her arm moving around his waist while her head rested on his chest. She sighed feeling finally comfortable, letting out slow and relaxed breaths as he spoke.

“I feel... floaty. Like, I have no thoughts yet somehow I can form sentences? It’s strange, but very cool.” Y/N giggled and shifted her head so she could breath in his scent a bit better. “I do want to be friends with you, you’re really nice.” Y/N spoke honestly, “if you would rather smoke with me or just hang out, we can hang out whenever you want...” Now that she was high she wasn’t really thinking about how things came out, she was sort of just saying them and hoping for the best. “I’m hungry.” She mumbled, “but I’m also comfy.” Y/N huffed, making it out to be the biggest dilemma in human history. She sat up though, remembered they had gotten pizza and smiled when she saw it sitting over on the coffee table. “Harry! You’re a genius!” She smiled and went to grab his cheeks. She kissed him once and got up to go grab the box to bring over to them.

He was surprised at how quickly she had kissed him, scurrying over time the pizza box and coming back to him. It was amazing. Y/N was sitting there looking all sorts of innocent when she had just kissed him and not even thought twice about it. She was munching happily on the pizza and he took a piece as well, letting her get comfy as they sat up on the bed to eat.

“I’m glad you want to hang out with me. I’m a cool guy sometimes, I think.” He had been told many a time that he was cool by his friends but it felt good to know she wanted to be around.

“I think you’ll like my friends. They’re idiots but they mean well.” He did love his friends even when they were stupid. They went to parties together and mooched off of the free alcohol. “But I definitely don’t kiss my friends like I do with you. Nothin’ against them, they’re attractive but, I’m not into beer breath.”

Y/N did a little happy dance while she munched on her pizza, focusing on getting as much as she could into her belly because it seemed like she could swallow the whole earth. “You are a cool guy. The coolest. Everyone at school wants to be friends with you.” She said honestly, knowing the hot gossip. “But I win.” She giggled, taking a sip of her water that she had laying next to her. Y/N felt herself getting full but then again she did just finish her third slice. The cinnamon sticks were her next victims, she let out a moan at the taste. “Really? Well, I don’t really kiss anyone like I kiss you anyway so....” Y/N shrugged, basically saying that he was the only person she kissed with passion and desire. Yeah she kissed Timothée but kissing him was more of a chore now that their relationship was falling apart.

“Yeah? That's a good stroke to my ego.” He did like knowing Y/N was happy with kissing him like that. He couldn’t help but be a bit proud of that. “You’re a great kisser. But if you keep moaning like that I’m gonna be tempted to bend you over.” His threat was lazy but he would happily play with her again. He wasn’t sure about fucking her. He didn’t want her to regret it. But she had the best ass and beautiful tits and he wanted to see her naked. “What? Don’t look shocked. You’re makin’ me hard with that moaning over food. You’ve got a sexy as fuck voice. I like Hearing it. Plus, I’m already attracted to you and know what your pussy tastes like so the weed isn’t helping my cock.”

“Well, I am a bit shocked.” Y/N chuckled, “Didn’t realize I was doing anything.” She blushed, putting the cinnamon sticks down because now they were getting into some serious talk. “I like when you talk like that..” Y/N told him, smoothing over her skirt a bit to try and distract herself but it definitely wasn’t working. The weed was definitely giving her a bit of confidence, mostly because her anxiety was shut off and she was just speaking freely. Of course, she still had that sweet innocence to her, that wouldn’t go away no matter how hard she tired. “Obviously haven’t done anything except for what we did the other day so... know I’m not exactly the sexiest.” She chuckled and looked up at him. She was aware of some of the different things you could do during sex but she wasn’t one to research. It made her feel gross watching other people, most because she didn’t find the men attractive and that was kind of the most important part.

“You’re sexy. Don’t say that about yourself cause you 100% are incredibly sexy.” Harry stopped that right away. He didn’t like her thinking that she was anything but a sexy little thing. “I love your innocence but... trust me. The used panties I came all over prove that you’re hot as fuck. You’ve got a dirty side. Just haven’t tapped into it yet.” He hummed. “I’m glad to know that you like me talking like that. You’ll be happy to know that I am willing to teach you or talk to you about anything you’d want to know, including sex. That much I am a very hands on teacher.” He wiggled his brows to make her laugh. “Do you wanna know somethin?” He asked. When he got the curious look he continued. “I couldn’t stop staring at your ass the other day. When you wore leggings. You stood right in front of the tree my friends and I stand outside of. You got excited and jumped a bit and your ass jiggled. When I tell you I was half hard the rest of the day...” He really was. “You’ve got the best ass. M’obsessed.”

“Really?” Y/N was intrigued. Did he really want to teach her about sex? Would he show her things and make her feel the way she felt the other day? It seemed like an offer she couldn’t pass up at all. “Not turned off by how I don’t know stuff?” She asked with furrowed brows, it was always something she was insecure about. “I know literally nothing though... I don’t really like watching porn it makes me feel gross.” His little story about her ass though? That made her rather excited. She had worn leggings because she had gym that day, thinking that her shirt would cover enough of her ass but clearly it didn’t. Not that she really cared because it was Harry who was looking. “Usually when I wear leggings I don’t wear underwear.” She said mindlessly as she took a sip of her water. “Is that something you like then? Are you like.. a butt guy?” She asked curiously, wanting to know more about what he liked. “I know you... you have a lot of sex, yeah?” Y/N asked with a blush, feeling like she’d get jealous if he answered.

“You weren’t wearing anything under them?” Harry felt his body want to explode. “Just walkin’ about with no panties and.. fuck me.” That was unfair. Cruel, really. He didn’t have his hands on her that day, and he would think of it every day forward. “I am an ass guy. I love tits too, don’t get me wrong but... there’s something about ass I love. But— I mean, I don’t have a ton, no. It depends. S’like an itch. If I need to scratch it, I will.” He could tell she would be disgruntled if he told her about his sexual escapades. “I know enough to teach you stuff. Whatever you’d want to learn. I’m not too shy of a guy when it comes to that stuff so you can ask me whatever you want. As long as you don’t mind me being dirty mouthed when I talk.” Harry got off on words. So knowing she was interested in asking things? He loved that.

“How often do you have an itch?” Y/N asked, raising her brow at him. Y/N did want to know, part of her did even if she would get a bit pissy about it. She had no reason to be territorial, but she just wanted to be the only girl he went to when he did have an itch. Y/N liked whatever they did the other day, no one had ever made her feel like that. She felt so sexy and beautiful and good. “I don’t mind.” Y/N shrugged, moving closer to him to get comfortable again. “It’s hot in here.” She sighed, getting up off the bed so she could take off her little corduroy dress. It still wasn’t enough though so she simply stayed in her little white socks with a laced rim and her set of underwear that had the cute red hearts on it. She slid back down on the bed and looked up at the ceiling, “okay so like.. what do you like to do most then? Obviously there’s the actual sex but like, describe your fantasy. Mine happened the other day so honestly everything’s sort of free game now.”

“I swear to god, you’re my wet dream.” Harry closed his eyes as he tried to center himself. “Jesus... look at you.” He muttered, rolling his eyes over her body. “Love this shit. You’re not trying to be sexy, you just are.” His finger ran over the waistband of the panties on her hip before pulling back. “I like.. well, I love anal. Of course I love pussy, specifically the idea of cumming in one. But I haven’t done that yet. M’not into the idea of knocking up someone random but. I can’t lie and say that it isn’t something that’s hot to me. The idea of like... owning someone like that. A part of me in them. It’s hot but a lot of girls would think I’m actually trying time get them pregnant.” He rolled his eyes. “But I love dirty talk. have a filthy mouth and I know you’re aware of it.” He laughed quietly, pinching his bottom lip. “But yeah, I like eating pussy. Obviously. I like dirty shit, but anal is definitely something I love. Think it’s cause it’s a bit wrong in some people’s eyes. And ass is tight as fuck.” His eyes took in her curves. Yeah. Her ass would be the tightest. It’s never been touched. “What do you mean... your fantasy was the other day?”

Y/N was pleased that he liked her little set, “I did wear it for you in all fairness.” She shrugged a bit and flipped over so she was laying on her stomach, looking over at him while she rested on her elbows. Definitely so she could have her ass up and her tits on display. That was a subconscious choice though. “Never even touched my butt in that way before.” Y/N spoke innocently, “does it feel good?” She asked, genuinely curious. Everyone has an ass so of course maybe he’d know how it felt. “Oh, I’ve like... I’ve thought about what happened the other day a lot. Like, sitting in your lap and having you touch me like that and stuff... really like your hands, I think about them a lot too. And your lips, they’re like perfectly plump.” Y/N didn’t realize he didn’t know she had a crush on him. Her high brain assumed she’d told him.

“It does, but you’ve got to work slowly if you’ve never done it before. Some people like pain so they don’t work themselves open before but I always say that you should... ya know, get fingered or licked out back there and make yourself relax.” He wasn’t surprised she hadn’t touched back there though. “I’m interested to know... you’ve thought about me before? I didn’t know this. I didn’t think you realized I existed much.” He raised a brow, eying her ass. He moved a hand down to rest it on her lower back, playing with her panties. “My hands? That’s interesting. I’m just shocked you knew me. Let alone had those thoughts about me. Wow... that’s fucking cute.” He grinned. “What else did you think about me doing to you?”

Y/N looked away from him bashfully, simply letting him touch her however he wanted to. She really liked his forwardness, it got her going. “Yeah... I’ve had a crush on you since freshman year.” Y/N admitted, playing with her hands. “Thought about you a lot, cause like... you’re what I wanted timmy to be like.” High Y/N clearly spoke freely. Y/N had to think about his next question because in all honesty, she didn’t really know. “I haven’t really thought about anything else like that, just the basic stuff... I don’t know about all of the other things, I know lots of people are into different things.” Kinks, she was talking about kinks. “Is there anything like that that you like? Like— stuff that when you think about it you get all gooey inside? Or sometimes it makes you feel really alert and squirmy?” Y/N asked, remembering how often she’d see him and get that way. “Always liked seeing you skate and stuff, like your jaw gets all clenched and you look kind of angry... liked how big and ruff your hands are... and your arms they’re nice too.”

“Yeah... I like some stuff.” Harry coughed. Fuck, he was gonna tell her too. He was liking the honesty between them as well, knowing she was happy to blurt out shit like how she liked his hands and arms and when he got angry. “Kinks... there’s a lot of things I like to try. I don’t think they count as kinks but I do enjoy spanking. Like, I’d kill to spank your ass. See my handprint on it. I like kinda rough stuff. Don’t let this scare you though cause— we don’t have to.” He warned her. It wasn’t intense stuff but he was aware she was a complete virgin. He didn’t want to scare her off. “Like... choking a little. Hair pulling. Spit exchange. I loved when you squirted on me, it was messy and hot and that shit gets me off. S’why I came so fast.” He murmured. “Also would love to try overstimulation on someone. Make ‘em cum as many times as they can take. Toys. I have a few I’d like to buy but I don’t have people who come round to fuck. I wouldn’t do it at home with a rando. so... you’re definitely special.” He laughed. His hand was sneaking lower. “Mm, I love a bit of power exchange. And I like to be called Daddy. Fuckin hot.”

Y/N was very intrigued, her pupils likely blown out by the idea of Harry doing all these things to her. If he liked that kind of stuff, she’d definitely try it, because the other day she felt so good.

“The other day you made me cum like three times and it hurt but like.. it felt good?” She explained, “think I like pain though.” That would explain why she liked the concept of him spanking her so much. She liked the idea of being someone special for him. If he wanted to try stuff with her he could, she just wanted to be adored. It was then, when he told her he liked being called daddy that she felt herself whimper. She was getting really horny just talking about all of this stuff, but she was mostly curious about the ass stuff. So, she decided to be bold because the weed was giving her a new found confidence in her relaxed self. Y/N looked at him for a moment, feeling his hand resting on her ass. She moved it up against his hand and let out another little whine.

“Daddy? Can you play with my bum please?”’

Well, fuck. That was something. Something Harry really, really wanted to do.

“Christ...yeah, I can do that.” He whispered, happy that she was as into this as he was. Because— he definitely was. He moved, rounding her body so he could get the perfect view, the perfect angle so he could touch. He groaned when she stuck it into the air for him, swaying back and forth. She was trying to tempt him, and it was working. He gripped her hips before pulling her towards him, letting out a breath as he took it in. “Fuck me. You've got... the perfect ass.” He whispered, running his hand over it. Pulling the panties up so they were right on her , shaking them a bit before letting them go. “You... are so much trouble, little thing. Aren’t you? Gonna drive me mad.. walkin’ round in leggings with no panties on. Daddy’s gonna have to grab you and play with you next time I see you in them to check.” He muttered, beginning to peel them down. “Fuck, you’re soaked again.” He could see the wetness still stringing to the panties and he used a finger to catch some of it, licking it clean.

It was becoming clear that Y/N was less shy when she was horny. It was the one this she wasn’t afraid of asking for, especially after having that whole conversation with him. She liked knowing what he liked, now she could bring it up if she ever wanted him to touch her. She let out a pleased squeal when he pulled her towards him by the hips, leaning down when her knees brand so her ass could be as high up as possible. Y/N pulled a pillow down so she could rest her head on it and look back at him. She moaned at the idea of him pulling her away at school to mess with her.

“You always make me messy, daddy.” She told him, lifting her legs so he could pull her panties all the way off. Her cunt was needy, absolutely so, but she was intrigued by the idea of ass play. He seemed to be really into it too so she wanted to see him get all excited about it. “Can spank me if you want..” She gave him the go ahead, “Wanna try everything..”

He didn’t take a second chance. His hand came down, firmly on her ass. The panties off, he could see the skin jiggle under his hand and the pink mark begin to show, her squeal doing more to arouse him. Obviously she liked it, so he did it to the second cheek.

“Naughty little girl. Hm. You like daddy’s hands spanking you.” Harry said with pleasure. “So gorgeous.” He rolled it in his hands, squeezing hard on the freshly spanked skin to watch her writhe a little bit. “So you’re dirty like me then.” He hummed, grabbing at her and gently pulling her legs apart. “Let’s see that pretty hole.” Of course it was pretty. Never been touched, small. He was going to wreck it. Even if it wasn’t today. “Fuck. M’gonna fuck this hole if it’s the last damn thing I do. Fuck me.” He leaned over and spit thickly on to it, thumb rubbing gently over it in circles. Letting her get a feel for it.

Y/N liked it. She liked it a lot and it scared her because she was unlocking something she wasn’t sure she was ready to face. That was a problem for sober and none feral Y/N to face, right now she was too busy loving every second of it.

“Mmmmmmm” a long whine came from her as he rolled it in his hand, hands gripping at the pillow. Her legs spread with ease, her eyes closing as she relaxed the best she could. Y/N felt her cunt throb at his words, hearing him spit and feeling it drip down made her go absolutely insane. “Daaaaddyyyyy!” She whined, moving her ass back against his working thumb. Y/N was learning that she was also very impatient. Her cunt was in desperate need of attention and the thumb on her ass was only getting her more worked up. Thank god she’d showered before coming here and she was clean as a whistle.

“That sounds good coming from your mouth.” Harry whispered as his fingers ran over her ass. It was fine now to play with her. Y/N was a needy girl and he was finding this out day by day. “M’gonna play with you. Just lay and take it.” He settles and ran his tongue right on her hole. He knew she had never had this before so he wasn’t surprised when she jolted, but he simply spread her legs open again and took another lick. It was lovely. Not only because Harry genuinely liked eating ass but Y/N squealed, body squirming a bit with each lick. She was mouthy too, saying little babbles of how odd but good it felt.

Just lay and take it.

Oh my did Y/N like the sound of that. The feeling of him licking at her ass was different than when he ate her cunt. It was definitely pleasurable but not the same. Y/N didn’t think she could cum like this, but then again, he hasn’t exactly put his fingers in or anything.

“Feels nice..” She hummed as she got used to it, hands tightening around the pillow. My god what was she doing? She had a boyfriend for fucks sake but this felt so damn good. Y/N couldn’t stop seeing Harry after this whole project thing ended. She needed to do this again, wanted to do this all again. It really couldn’t be anyone but him. He did say he was going to play with her, what else could be in store? “Ah! Daddy!” Y/N squeaked, feeling him poke his tongue inside. Tingles spread through her at the feeling, it did feel really good. It was then that she felt him press his thumb into her, her ass tightening around his finger. It was so unfamiliar, but she knew she just had to relax.

“There we go. Not gonna do too much today work this. Gonna finger you and let you feel it, see the pleasure.” And then eat her out and cum on her ass. It sounded like a good plan. He slowly worked his thumb into her, moving down and licking from clit to her entrance. His thumb worked at her hole, giving her an abundance of sensations. “Hm. Maybe I’ll get a little vibrator and we can put it in your ass while I lick your little pussy. How’s that?” He asked. It was obvious that they weren’t going to stop doing this for a while. He was teaching her all about it now and he wasn’t going to stop. Not now. “Mm. Tastes so fucking good.” He took his thumb out, working in a longer finger. He wanted to fuck her ass with it while he licked at her pussy. “Feels nice too, hm? Havin’ me touch you everywhere?”

She whimpered at his offer, “please daddy..” Y/N pleaded all huffy and needy from the sensations. She was feeling him everywhere... it was making her go a bit crazy, especially because it seemed like an insane amount of teasing. It all felt really good, her whole body was feeling the waves of pleasure and all she could do was lay there and take it like he said.

“Like it so much, daddy... I want to feel more of you..” Y/N knew he would only give her little bits of newness each time, but she really wanted to feel like one with him. She wanted to feel him properly, look him in the eyes and have him make her scream for him like he had before. Y/N was a whiny horny mess all over again, Harry having unlocked pleasures that she didn’t even know existed before today. “So good to me, make me feel so good..” She wished she could thank him in some way, help him out but he was insistent on showing her stuff.

He had made her cum 3 times again. They were even bigger than before and she had in fact squirted again but he loved it. After cleaning up, he had her lazy, fucked out and high body laying on him as he relaxed.

“We’re gonna be good friends.” He hummed. Part of him was worried though. Because very quickly he was feeling a bit of a want for her. One where he could kiss her anytime he wanted but, she still was technically in a relationship. Regardless if he treated her shitty, it was still a title and he didn’t know how to ask her if she was going to break up with him. Did he even want a relationship? Would she want a relationship with him? Was he just a bad boy fantasy?

Regardless, it didn’t matter. Y/N was going to be his friend.

She pressed soft kisses to his chest, relaxing he had yet to get shirtless or naked for her. It was always her. But maybe that’s just how he wanted to keep things. On a friend level.

“Mhm...” Y/N hummed and again nuzzled her face into his neck, pressing soft kisses to his skin. “Thank you again...” She spoke just below his ear. “You me feel special.” Y/N was positive he was an angel sent to her. He truly made her feel like she was some heavenly being, made her reach highs she’d never felt and helped her let go of all the things that have her anxiety. She didn’t know how she could possibly thank him for it, but she would somehow. It wasn’t going to be hard to keep this from Timmy considering he barely hung out with her anymore, but she was going on a date with him sometime next week like he promised. She needed to talk to him, ask him about them and how he felt about them and why they weren’t having sex. She needed to get to the bottom of it.

The weird thing was, Y/N made Harry feel special too. And that scared him a little bit. It was difficult to get Harry to the point where he felt a deep connection with someone because he did fear a betrayal. Granted, he was the one helping her with a betrayal of someone else but... it felt so different. With the girls he slept with before, it was clear cut that it was only one night and it didn’t mean anything besides scratching an itch. He couldn’t say that about Y/N. He cared about her. Even more so finding out she had had a crush on him. It would hurt her more if he was a dick. She was sensitive emotionally and Harry was mindful of that. But he didn’t want to get attached when she already seemed attached to Timmy. He would have broken up with him by now if he was in her position. He wondered why it was taking so long. But either way— he wasn’t going to sleep with her fully until she was single. Just in case.

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[part 3]

A/N: the saga continues.... they really do get bold - n + d

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