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madamechrissy · 2 months ago

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Dirty Little Secret

ꕥ Pairings: Toji Fushiguro x Fem Reader

ꕥ Warnings- MDNI-explicit sexual content, dirty talk, Toji calls reader 'doll, ma, slut (Toji and Doll just work lol) Age gap- reader is 21, Toji is 39. - Soft Toji!! This chapter-fluffy cuteness, spitting, rough sex, oral (both reveiving) Toji is freaky till the end lol, mommy/daddy kink

ꕥ Word Count- this chap- 4k

ꕥ Summary- Toji Fushiguro is your dad Shiu's best friend for years. You've known him most your life. You come home for spring break to relax, and who pops up at the fucking doorstep? Toji. He's nasty, annoying, perverted and... Sexy. Hot. Built. And makes you think, maybe your first time shouldn't be with some college boy? But with this buff dude who can tie a cherry stem with his tongue and a scar on his damn lip.

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Final Chapter- Chapter 14

Three Years Later

“I punch daddy!” Your three year old little girl Mio is currently punching Toji Fushiguro, he’s on the floor on his back, pretending her punches are as powerful as any anime character surely. You’re giggling as you hold your other little girl, Mai, who was almost two now. Toji really knocked you up back to back.

“Dada, Dada, save Dada!” She whines now, and you giggle and let her down, as she fights to save her dad from Mio’s evil clutches.

“Yes Mai, save Dada please!” He pleads, as Mio is kicking him with her little feet playfully, giggling, and Mai is pulling on his hands. “Your sister, she’s so evil! Just like her Mama!”

“Hey now!” You flip him off, sticking your tongue out, and he chuckles at you, as Mai ‘helps’ him up. “No, Mai, punch daddy too.”

“No, love Dada!” Mai jumps up and down and Toji scoops her up, blowing raspberries on her tummy, you melt as you always do watching him with them. Mio is jumping up as well, so Toji snatches them each up in his arms, walking to you then, big grin on his handsome face.

“Love mama too though, hmm?” He says to Mai, and she reaches for you with her little hand, you give both girls kisses, then kiss Toji softly, giggling at them.

“Love mama!” They both shout.

“Are you all excited for Gumi coming over?” You ask them, and they squeal, especially Mio, she just adores Megumi.

“I’m excited for it.” Toji says as he puts them down and they are running around, pulling you against him, his tone dropping. You are blushing now, as he sinks his hands into your hips, much wider after your kids then before, but Toji loves them. Toji loves everything about you.

“I’m excited too.” You admit with a whisper, since Megumi and his girlfriend were coming to pick the girls up for the weekend. “It’s been so long since we’ve had any alone time.”

“I know doll, shit don’t I know. Wish I could knock you up again.” He whispers in your ear and you gasp.

“Thank god you can’t, two is plenty!”

“Mmm, wanted a boy.”

“You have one, and you named him a girl name.”

“Hey now!” You’re both laughing softly, as he pecks little kisses on your cheeks. “I’ll go get them ready for the weekend! I’m gonna miss them.”

“I know, me too, but I also really wanna be alone.”

“Old perv.” You stick your tongue out, and he smirks, his dark green eyes glinting and crinkling at the corners.

“You’re not so young now, old lady. My old lady.”

“The fuck I am!” You shove at him and he smacks and grabs your ass as you run by, and Toji’s phone rings.

“What’s up Dad.” You hear Shiu screaming over the phone, and you snort in laughter then. “Fine, fine. They’re great, Megs is snatching em up for the weekend. You still coming for Thanksgiving?”

Shiu and Toji were friends, after a few years of constant side remarks, though Shiu still has some in his arsenal you think. “Tell Dad I love him!” You shout, as you pick up Mai, holding your hand for Mio. “Let’s go get ready, lovely girls!”

“My baby girl says she loves you, Shiu- she is my baby girl- it’s not perverted, heh well maybe it is- now you don’t have to say that!” Toji is shouting out, and you roll your eyes, some things don’t really change.

“Gumi, Gumi!” Mio keeps shouting, and Megumi and his pretty girlfriend walk in, hugging you tightly, as they then hug the girls.

“Brudder, brudder!” Mai says, and he’s chuckling, his usually serious side melts away around them.

“Gumi missed you babies. Ugh c’mere.” He hugs them tightly, and then they go and hug his girlfriend, who you notice has a ring, gasping.

“Fiance!?” You ask, and she blushes, nodding.

“He asked me just the other day, we haven’t shared with many people just yet.” She says softly, holding her hand out for you to look at the ring, as Toji walks out and looks now.

“Holy shit, Megs you gettin’ married kid?” Megumi’s cheeks flush a bit, and he pops a kiss on her cheek.

“I am, not just yet of course, we’re thinking about next year.”

“Holy fuck I’m so happy for you!” You squeal out, you love his girlfriend, Megumi has gotten so soft for her it’s fucking adorable, though he’s still very much Megumi.

“Thank you.” He pops a kiss on your head, smiling.

“Damn, you’re gonna be a grandma soon.” Toji says to you, and you gasp, smacking at his big strong chest. “Step Grandma?”

“Fuck you, Toji! Ugh!”

“The children, language, brat.” He huffs, as you scowl up at him, and Megumi snorts and rolls his eyes.

“You two clearly need this break. Oh, and she’s not my step mom, I don’t care if you’re married. Still not.”

“Exactly!”

“But as for kids, maybe.” His fiance says, and you squeal at that.

“Maybe.” He agrees quietly.

“Holy shit I’m gonna be a grandpa soon.” Toji comes and smacks Megumi in the back, you suppose that’s their affection, ruffling Megumi’s perfect spikes, making him smack his dad’s hand in disgust. You giggle at them.

“Yeah, yeah. Not just yet. So, are you girls ready to have some fun?” He asks then, as you’re carrying their bags to the car. “That’s way too much shit for a weekend, jesus.”

“She overdoes everything.” Toji mutters behind you, earning your tongue sticking out and his smirk.

“If you all need anything you can bring them back, you all can call me any time. Really if it’s too much I-”

Megumi puts his hands on your shoulders then. “Hey, take a breath, they’re my little sisters, I’ve got it.”

You exhale then, emotional as you watch them giggling with Megumi’s girl, she is strapping them into their carseats carefully. She smiles back at you. “I am looking forward to this, I love these little girls.”

“Ugh, I love you all. I’m not used to this much time away.”

“You all clearly need it.” He says with a snort, as Toji comes behind you and wraps his big strong arms on your waist. You sink into the embrace as Megumi slides in his car, and waves at you two, as you wave back.

“Love you guys! Love you babies!” You shout, and when they drive off you look to Toji, and see it in his eyes, his desire for you, as you brush your hand down his cheek, where he’s clearly shaved this morning, a little nick on his tanned skin. “Did you shave just for me, Daddy?” You tease.

“Sure did, wonder if you shaved f’me, brat.” You giggle, biting your lower lip a bit then.

“Maybe I did, gotta catch me to find out!” You giggle, running into the house then, and he chases after you quickly with his long ass legs, as you’re dodging side to side, ducking every time he tries to catch you. “Getting slow old man?’

“Slow? I’ll show you slow, brat.” He huffs, then he’s lept across the table to snatch you up in his arms, throwing you over his shoulder and smack your ass. You gasp breathlessly at that, as you’re up too high, and he’s smacking your ass hard, making it sting. “Got you, lil mama.”

“Oh, fuck let me down!” You shout, punching at his strong back, but he’s setting you on the dining room table, and you squeal when he’s yanking your shorts off. “On the table!?”

“Of course, fine dining you know. Gonna eat at the table like a gentleman.” You can’t help but buck your hips up when he’s sitting down at the chair and spreading your thighs, looking at you hungrily. “Fuck your pussy is so pretty.”

“Need you, please.” You whine out, because it’s been a while since you all had any energy to do anything with the kids, and Toji does work a lot to take care of you all, you miss him so bad. He licks his lower lip, smirking.

“Ya begging, Ma?”

“I can, shit. Please, please…”

“Please what Ma?” He kisses up your thighs, nipping your inner thigh, and you’re whining out at it, hands in his silky dark hair which he’s just got the cutest undercut on.

“Please let me cum on your handsome face, Toji Fushiguro.” You whisper, and then cry out as he swipes his tongue up your slit.

“Good girl, asking the right way.” He says, then he’s devouring your pussy, spreading your lips and shoving his tongue in your entrance, that long tongue sliding in past your gummy little walls, and you’re trembling everywhere, throbbing around the wet muscle fucking you so good.

“Toji!” You cry out, and he moans against you, nose bumping your sensitive clit, his eyes dilated as they look up at you under his dark lashes, his hands digging into the flesh of your thighs, brutal in that grip. You feel your body react violently to it, to him going so hard, when he’s been so sweet lately.

You all always had to be quiet, and though the sex was freaky you couldn’t ever let go like this, and fuck it feels good, your screams echoing in the quiet cabin you all call home. Your ring is glinting as you tug at his hair, grinding your hips up for more and more of his tongue, of his mouth, of his teeth. Toji’s moaning against you, vibrating your clit as he moves his mouth to your clit.

Toji slides two thick fingers inside your soppy little entrance, and you scream out then, shaking and trembling as he’s sucking your clit in his mouth, and your pussy is drooling down his mouth, as he fucks you with his fingers over and over so quick. You’re falling apart on the table, clinging to his hair so hard you’re yanking it, and Toji’s drinking you up, the sounds so obscene in the quiet house.

“Oh my… c-cumming, cumming!” Your words are breathy, barely audible, then you shatter as you cum so good, and he’s moaning louder against your pussy, squishing sounds loud as his fingers work in easier and easier. “Toji!”

“Mmm, good girl. Cum s’good f’me, don’t ya?” Toji’s leaned up, face covered in you, and your tummy trembles when he’s sliding your shirt up. “Lemme see you, take the fuckin’ shirt off.”

You giggle then, as you take off your top, your breasts bouncing out, and he exhales as he looks at you, hand sliding up your tummy to grip a breast, squishing it and making you whine out in pleasure at his big, rough hands on you. Then he’s slid three fingers inside you, and you gasp at it, too full with his thick fingers, you’re wriggling but he holds you down with a smirk.

“Can’t take three fingers, fuckin brat?”

“Fuck you, Toji. Ah!” He shoves them in then, scowling at you and leaning over you, smacking your face gently with his hand, only serving to make you bite your lip as you’re cumming all over his fingers again, eyes rolling back.

“Ya never fixed this goddamn attitude, over four years of this shit.” His voice is gruff, and you giggle, earning a deeper scowl on his handsome features. “And ya can laugh? I need to fix that.”

Suddenly he’s bent you over the table, spreading your thighs, and dropping down his sweats, shoving his thick length in your pussy to the hilt. You scream as you cling to the table, but he’s got both your arms behind you in a flash, grabbing your wrists and pressing them up your back. Your breasts are pressed against the cold wood table as he presses in deeper.

“F-fuck, too much, too much!” You’re whimpering, and he chuckles, leaning over you and kissing between your shoulder blades, as you’re helpless to him, as he’s pumping in and out and stretching you so deliciously.

“All that talk today, can’t back it up huh? Can’t take dick?”

“Your dick is huge, fucking… dick! Ow!” Toji smacks your ass harder than before, leaving a handprint that’s bruising, and the cool air hits it, making you shake and whine as you get wetter.

“You never learn your fuckin lesson, do ya doll?” He whispers, leaning forward as your legs dangle off the damn table so he can fuck you properly, your wrists captured in his big grip, you’re just helpless to him.

“Need… need lots of lessons, daddy.” Your words are broken by moans as Toji rails your little pussy, pushing his tip against your g spot over and over, as you’re blinded by how good it feels, face against his table as he fucks you over and over.

“Drooling all over huh, doll? All over the table, where's your manners?” He’s huffing as his free hand swipes the drool pooling from your lips, cupping you under your chin, and you can’t form a word, you’re too overwhelmed by how good it feels. How rough he’s being as he lets your wrists go, numb from his grip, and he’s turning you to face him, tilting your chin up.

Your eyes lock, and it’s not just how good the sex feels that hits you, it’s how much you love him, how much he loves you, how much he wants you every fucking day, even when you’re such a mess with the kids. Even when you’re in pajamas and a messy bun, even with little stretchies, he loves them. In fact, his hands are sliding up them even now.

“Beautiful fuckin’ brat.” He says, and you can’t stop your grin as you slide your hands up his chest, still in that tight white shirt, wrapping around his neck as he lifts your ass on the table, kissing you so deeply. “Ya gonna take dick right or not?”

“I can do it!” He snorts then, but he’s gentle when he’s pressing back in, and your thighs are wrapped around his lithe hips, as he pushes back past that tight ring of muscles, and your walls flutter around him. “Oh my god…”

“Fuck…” You both moan the words at the same time, and now Toji is cupping your face in a big hand, thumb trailing across your lower lip. “Pretty little brat.”

“Handsome old man.” He shoves in harder then, and you gasp out, head falling back as he’s rocking in so deep, pressing his tip into your cervix, and you’re shaking as you cling to him.

“Old man this, old man that. You love cummin on this dick, don’t ya?” You nod desperately, as he picks you up again, and shoves you against the kitchen wall, you cling to him helplessly, watching him with vision fading in and out as he’s fucking you against it now. “Cum f’me, now lil brat.”

“Fuck.” You’re screaming as you do, as you’re dripping down his length, down to the fucking floor beneath you both, and he’s taking you over, one hand bracing against the wall and the other on your ass, pumping in and out. “Toji, Toji… love you, love you, fuck…”

“Love you, bitchy ass brat.” You giggle a bit breathless, sticking your tongue out, only to get fucked harder, but you’re craving it, falling apart in his hold, he makes you feel so goddamn good, so tiny in his big arms, as he takes over everything you are. You both kiss desperate and hungry.

“Mmm, mmm!” You’re whining into his mouth now, and soon you’re rocking your hips against him, until he’s carried you to the couch, and has you on top of him, looking up at you, as you’re weakly moving.

“Fuck, perfect body, ma. So sexy riding me.” His words urge your weak legs along, his moans are like some fuel for your energy, as he’s sucking on your nipples, taking them into his hot mouth, and you’re clinging to his shoulders, nails digging in, making him hiss. “Cunt so tight around me, how are you still so tight?”

“Mmm.” You can’t answer his question, not when you feel him throbbing in your pussy, feel his tip thickening as you’re grinding right on it, so deep, so full you feel him everywhere. He’s kissing and squeezing and biting every bit of your lush breasts, leaving red marks everywhere, as his eyes drink your body in.

“So sexy, look at you. Pretty lil doll.” He whispers, your back is arching, pressing your breasts further towards his face, he’s devouring them, finding your clit then with the rough pad of one of his thumbs, you’re screaming out, unable to function. “Cum with me, lemme feel that tight lil cunt on me.”

“Fuck, Toji!! Too much, shit…”

“You can do it, don’t tap out.” He takes over then, fucking up into you, and your tits are bouncing as your hair is falling down your back, and you’re cumming with him, as he fills you up, groaning sexy from the back of his throat, yanking you against him. Your tongues are messy and desperate as they work against each other, as he’s pumping you so full.

“Yes, yes, fill me Daddy.” You whine out, making him shove you down by your hips even more, as your cum and his is dripping out down his length.

“F-fuck… Fuck you feel s’good, mama.” He whispers, kissing your throat as you’re rocking against him gently, riding the aftershocks of your climax, shivering in his arms as he strokes you back with his hand, pulling you against him.

“Mnh, I’m not used to getting fucked like that lately. Shit.”

“If ya could keep quiet we could, loud ass.”

“Hey, you’re loud!”

“Uh-uh, that’s you.” You giggle, sighing as he eases out, leaving you dripping all over. “Fuck, look at this mess you made!? Gonna clean it up housewife?”

“I work too, but… fuck yeah I’ll clean it up.” You get on your knees eagerly, between his spread thighs, Toji is caressing your face as you slip your tongue up his cock, tracing the wrapping veins, watching his cheeks flush, his lips parting.

“So slutty still, huh?” He is brushing your hair back as you suck him now, swirling your tongue on his tip, tasting all his cum and yours mixed together.

“We taste so good together.”

“Yeah, come spit it in my mouth.” You blush, Toji’s freakiness was always a lot to handle. “Getting shy, huh?”

“No, but I haven’t done that. You spit in my mouth.”

“Switch it up, ol’ lady.”

“Old my ass.” You suck him up again, then he’s yanking you up, and you’re shoving your tongue in his mouth, full of both of you, and he’s groaning, as you share your cum and his between your tongues. “There.”

“Sexy ass. Fuck.” He’s picked you up again, and this time taking you to your bed, Toji’s stamina had not faded one bit, and in fact yours had kicked up to match, though at some points you couldn’t even keep up. “I’m gonna fuck you all goddamn weekend, till ya can’t walk straight.”

“Toji we said we’d go out tonight!”

“We’ll get there. Gonna be dripping cum.” He’s between your thighs again, lapping his cum out of your pussy, sore and beat up already.

“Fuck! Sensitive!” He chuckles, scooping out the remnants of his cum and yours, leaning over you and spitting it in a slow trail of saliva in your mouth. You’re already throbbing with need again, as he’s pressing your legs up, and you gasp. “Baby factory closed, Toji!”

He’s kissing your toes, your ankles, licking up your calves as his hard cock is pressing against you, tip on your clit that’s twitching under it, as you’re slicker and wetter, then when he presses in you’re cumming so hard you’re squirting all over him, making a mess. He groans at the sight, watching your pussy suck his cock in as your legs shake.

“Messy, messy girl, just f’me hmm?” You nod weakly, and he’s playing with the wetness, gasping then when he pulls out and pushes back in. “You get too tight after, fuck… gonna make me cum quick.”

“Can’t handle it, huh Daddy?” You tease, earning his glare that you love so much, you love him owning you, you love making him angry, to get fucked so goddamn good, over and over, you love being his little brat, his mama to his babies, love being his damn wife.

“You give me high blood pressure.” He huffs out, leaning down and pressing his heavy weight on you, and you laugh softly. He’s cupping your face, gently rocking in, as your ankles are over his shoulders, and you’re a whimpering mess under him.

“Worth it though?” You ask softly, and he eases your legs down, kissing you softer now, and you’re rolling your hips up to meet his, feeling so many emotions when he looks at you like that, when he’s brushing your hair back gently, exhaling.

“You’re worth everything, doll.” He says softly, and you feel tears well up at that, he blinks a bit, gulping as he studies you, taking a shaky breath. “Everything and more, fucking love you, so much. Don’t know how much I love you.”

“You don’t know how - ah- much I do.” You whisper, trembling as he’s kissing you again, his hands all over your body, rocking even more gently inside you. “Love you s’much… you’re worth everything.”

“Was worth every punch from your dad.” He teases now, making you laugh through your tears, as your hands trail down his back, and you’re gasping, as he’s bringing you higher and higher.

“Deserved em all, pervert.”

“Sure fuckin did. But look at what I got, fuck.” He’s gripping a tit now, sucking on it as he looks at you, and your head falls back into the bed in pleasure. “And I get you forever, don’t I?”

“Forever and ever.” You whisper back, dragging his lips up to yours, your husband, your love, your baby daddy, your perverted old ass Toji.

And you couldn’t be happier.

The End

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chlorinecake · 3 months ago

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❝ TADAIMA ❞ ✦ — 𝐎.𝐒𝐓 🍙

PAIRING: Pervy Homestay Roommate Shotaro x F. Reader

GENRE: Smut, Enemies to Fuckers, Set in Japan

SYNOPSIS: While on a 2-week trip in Japan for a cultural research project, you end up boarding with the strangest man imaginable: He’s dirt rich, unemployed, and triples as a pervert…

WARNINGS: KINKTOBER SPECIAL, swearing, mentions of EJ from &TEAM, voyeurism kink, mutual masturbation, shotaro gets drunk at a restaurant once, use of sex toys (a vibrating dildo), handjob, clit play, kissing, switch!taro x switch!reader, minor use of the japanese language (sorry if its cringe or inaccurate lol)

WORD COUNT: 7.5k (I still don't know how that happened) — DAY 3

COLLEGE: A JOURNEY that most folks, including yourself, viewed as a grueling scam that ironically accessorized an equally crooked work-system proceeding the four mandatory years of academic suffrage.

But at the end of the day, every scam succeeded on the back of fraud, and if you were gonna get something worthwhile from your college experience, that is, beyond just a fancy diploma to hang on a wall, you’d have to adapt the same dirty playbook...

Skipping over some boring ass details here, but you decided to become a cultural studies major at your university for the sole benefit of being able to jet off around the globe once every autumn for free, and it was honestly the best.

Taking free trips so long as you tackle some pointless academic assignment almost felt like cheating... or better yet, like living life on easy mode...

Your current voyage was set to explore a place in Asia, specifically the humble city of Tokyo, Japan.

You’d be traveling alone for 2 weeks alongside a homestay family that your academic advisor arranged for you to stay with.

Brimming with excitement, you remember promptly leaving the airport with your bags secured and a camera in hand, eager to begin your overseas adventure in a foreign land!

Unfortunately though, your enthusiasm quickly waned the moment you arrived at your homestay host's doorstep, which brings me to introduce your internal eyeroll as provoked by the one and only Shotaro Osaki, a.k.a. the menacing man in his early twenties that you'd be sharing a home with until you returned back home 14 days later...

TIMESTAMP: 1日目

“Not to sound rude or anything, but I was expecting a host family...” you specified at the front door while kicking off your shoes, shocked to only find two young men occupying the large home.

“And that’s exactly what we are, silly!... Me, plus my friend Shotaro here, plus you equalsss... well, one big happy family!” Euijoo Byeon, the taller and younger of the two, chirped reassuringly, but his efforts still didn't aid your confusion.

“Correction: "Host family" is just a mainstream term, and doesn't strictly refer to full families only... kinda like in this case where I'm the actual homeowner and EJ's just a friendly freeloader,” Shotaro clarified, but you found yourself focusing on his facial features more than any of the words that came out of his mouth so far...

His pearly doe-eyes, button nose, heart-shaped lips, thick hair, and even his angular jawline... it all garnered your attention—

“Heyyy, I'm not a freeloader!” Euijoo defended himself with a forced pout, “I contribute around here pretty often with the homestay students, in case you forgot...”

“Please, you already know that everyone who steps foot under my roof is obligated to serve me in one way or another... including you, ____-chan.”

He smiled as he said those words, looking you dead in the eye with his hands in his pockets.

“Excuse me?” You asked in utter shock at his bold statement.

“Oh, c'mon... acts of service are my love language... that is... right after physical touch...” Shotaro said with a deep sigh, right before taking a few lazy steps until there was no more than a gentle push separating you two.

A brief silence filled the room until EJ helped himself to moving your suitcases from the front door, and off to another room as the sudden business reminded Shotaro to stay on track with you.

“Follow me as I take you on a brief tour of the house, please...”

His home was adorned with beautiful Japanese calligraphy paintings, elegant Shoji screens, and a stunning view of cherry blossoms in the living room. The scent of green tea roamed the halls, but the room you’d be staying in had its own scent… similar to that of cardboard… and grass...

It was like its own little secluded hideaway from the rest of the home, and you felt honored to have such a nice space all to yourself.

“I recently added this extra room to the place after my last homestay student trashed the first space… that’s why it still smells a little… earthy in here,” Shotaro said as if he'd just read your mind.

“Oh, I don’t mind the scent at all!” You replied, hoping that your gratitude was evident. “I really appreciate you even giving me this room...” your voice trailed off, but only because you noticed that Euijoo had helped himself to fully UNLOAD your luggage items now...

“Euijoo-san, thank you for carrying all of this for me, but I can take care of my belongings myself from here,” you said in the most patient tone you could muster.

“Oh, that's nonsense…” he responded with a swatting hand, “you just got off an exhausting plane ride and deserve a break... Besides, it's a joy for me to help homestay students, anyway...”

“Euijoo-san, seriously, I’ve got it,” you said more casually this time, and in a failed effort to hide the anxiety and frustration growing within you.

The tension was almost unbearable for you in this moment—

“You’ve got some pretty nice clothes, by the way, ____-chan,” the young man went on, flipping through your clothes as if they were pages in a comic book.

“T-thank you,” you said shyly, really feeling your face burn up as he slowly started to put your items into the bedroom dresser one by one.

And his hands were so meticulous, too... carefully refolding any pieces that got jumbled up on the way here... you'd otherwise be exceedingly grateful for Euijoo's help if it weren't for the eight-inch secret you were hiding in one of your suitcase compartments—

“Wait, what’s this?” Shotaro asked with raised brows, his otter-like features causing a pit to form in your stomach as he reached over EJ’s shoulder, grabbing the cylindrically wrapped up scarf from your exposed luggage.

Similarly to Euijoo's movements, Shotaro's hands began to slowly unwrap the item, and at this point, you couldn't hold yourself back anymore.

“Shotaro-san, don’t touch that please!” You yelped, snatching the cloth from his hand as both confused and intrigued faces surrounded you now.

Shotaro, being the menace that he was, shook his head in response, almost as if judging you for reading in such a way,,, “You know what they say about secrets, ____-chan… it’s only a matter of time before they come to light…”

His voice held a cheeky undertone that made you internally wanna kick him in his gonads, but instead, those instincts were cut off by a faint buzzing sound.

It was coming from behind the cloth you held securely in your hands, and perhaps almost too securely given how you’d just accidentally triggered the ON-button on the damned thing...

“Is that a..?” Euijoo began to ask with his own puppy-like eyes rounding innocently, but Shotaro nudged his friend's leg.

“Can you go check the mailbox? I think the package I order just arrived a few minutes ago…”

“But the mailbox is so far from here... plus, you don’t even order stuff online these days—”

“Euijoo, do as I say…” Shotaro said more sternly this time, and EJ simply chuckled awkwardly before bowing his head slightly to display apology,

“Sorry, Oniisan,” he smiled facetiously, right before standing up from where he sat and stammering out of the room.

Shotaro waited until he heard Euijoo open and close the front door of the house before saying anything else to you, which only led to you saying something first.

“NOW do you see why I said I could handle my own belongings?” You asked rhetorically, just as you turned off the toy by pressing the OFF-button through the fabric, ceasing the vibration sound that once filled the entire room.

“Yup... I see it crystal clear,” Shotaro smirked to himself before continuing, “I’ll give you your space though after you let me see what you're hiding first… promise...”

And with that, you had more than enough verbal evidence from Shotaro to confirm that he was a raging pervert...

“You... you wanna see my toy?” You asked again despite how obvious the answer was, but only because you were in utter disbelief of his shameless offer.

“Yes,” he clarified with a plain expression, poking his lips out slightly, “and then I’ll leave you alone right after I get what I want... It’s a simple condition, really…”

You flashed him a dead-pan look to which he simply shrugged, right before leaning down to dig inside your suitcase once again.

“Alright, let’s seeee… what other surprises do you have in here?… ooo, I think I feel something—”

“Okay, enough!” You said in a raised tone, making the strange man smile for reasons you didn't understand, “I’ll let you see it, okay? Just... get your hands outta there immediately!”

“No problem, missy...” he practically whispered, standing up from the ground with a proud look plastered across his now irritating face, making you feel all the more embarrassed...

Still, there was something about the awkwardness that made you feel hot all over, and you were hoping it was just because there wasn't a ceiling fan in the room..

With slow movements and a deeply exasperated exhale, you finally pulling back the cloth encasing the item, just enough for him to get a fair peak.

And to your surprise, you almost hurled with his eyes sparkling with yet another glint of excitement...

“So... you’re a dildo kinda girl, huh? A vibrating one must've been pretty pricey, though... how’d you even get past security with this thing?”

“Luck, I guess…” you muttered awkwardly, right before abruptly swatting his hand away as he reached to pull back more fabric. “Hey! You look with your eyes, mister, not your hands…”

“My apologies,” he chuckled once again, both at your words and the way your palms felt a bit clammy when you touched him...

He couldn't help himself from having dirty thoughts about you, either... your nervousness from simply showing him your sex toy was just too adorable to ignore… he wondered how nervous you’d get if you ever let him use it on you one day—

“Shotaro-san, you can leave now,” you said plainly, reminding him of his part of the deal as he clearly got lost in his thoughts on the accident...

“Okay okay, I’m going…” he said, stepping over a few clothing pieces that EJ had left scattered across the room floor while making his way to the door.

“Oh, and I thought I should mention, there’s a convenience store a few blocks from here that sells sex toys, too… specifically from the more portable variety, though…”

SHOTARO WAS QUICK to establish a list of “house rules” for you to abide by the very next day of your stay.

Needless to add, but yes, you were a stranger in his home, so of course you expected him to set boundaries for you to follow, and you respected that for the most part… or at least, that was until his proposals started to get a bit over-the-top for your taste...

TIMESTAMP: 2日目

“Anyways, curfew is 8 p.m.,” Shotaro stated while leaning against a wall in his kitchen, arms crossed over his chest as if the pose would make you take him more—

“Seriously?” You asked in utter shock, though, as per usual, he obviously wasn’t joking.

“Yes, seriously… and if any instances arise where you find yourself struggling to comply with the set curfew, you will promptly be asked to turn over your spare key privileges…”

Euijoo was once again stuck in the middle of all of this, awkwardly sipping from a bowl of soup as the tension between you grew so thick, he could cut it with a knife.

“Fine,” you shrugged, already having had enough of going back in forth with him, as this wasn’t even the first disagreement y’all had had that morning…

TIMESTAMP: 3日目

The days were flying by fast, and you hadn’t even put a dent in your list of activity plans for the trip.

You couldn’t exactly put a finger on where all your time was going, but you knew you had to get out of the house soon so you could take some photos and write about your experiences for the project.

In the meantime, you simply decided to push out a few words about your homestay living experience so far, just as Shotaro, of all people, took his daily stroll through the living room, wearing nothing but a body towel that lazily sat around his waist.

It was evident that he’d just gotten out of the shower, too, especially with the way his bare feet were tracking water all over the house.

What made the whole thing even more annoying though is that you could hardly keep your eyes off of his bloody abs—

“Sorry if I’m distracting you, ____-chan,” he said in a muffled voice, standing a few feet away from you now as he made his way into the laundry room before letting the towel around his waist drop to the floor with a heavy thud, “I’ll be outta your hair in a minute…”

You almost gasped out loud at the sight of him in his squeaky clean birthday suit, lifting your laptop high enough to cover your eyes… anddd to cover your clearly flustered face, too.

“Y-yea, no worries,” you replied with a tinge of discomfort in your voice as the tiny grunts left his lips echoed off of the walls, and you assumed it was because he was doing a heavy load of laundry, “take your time…”

SHOTARO WAS SUCH a shameless weirdo, and that’s a heavy statement coming from someone like you…

Admittedly, you’ve met your fair share of odd people in the past, but never someone like this… never a person who was so strict to their own rules, but completely ignorant of other people's boundaries…

And to top it all off, he went as far as to task you with mopping the floor up after his promiscuous little water mess, dubbing it your “reasonable service” to assist him as a guest under his roof…

TIMESTAMP: 4日目

Knock, knock, knock.

With loud pounds, Shotaro’s balled fist clashed from behind your sliding bedroom door.

“____-chan? It’s almost 9:00am, aren’t you awake yet?”

“Uh… y-yea, just give me a sec!” You called out, only having gotten up about five minutes ago to brush your teeth and change out of your pajamas.

“I’m sorry? I can’t hear you very well…”

“I said just give me a sec, sir, I’m almost done!”

“Okay, I’m coming in—”

“Shotaro-san, no!” Your voice blared from where you stood, but it was already too late… Shotaro was slowly sliding the door open, and a pang of embarrassment overcame you for a plethora of reasons…

(1) Your bed was unmade, (2) the floor was decorated with stuff that should’ve been neatly tucked away in either your drawer, closet, or suitcase by now, and (3) you were only wearing pants at this point, having to cover your bare chest with your forearms to hopefully avoid flashing him.

“Did you run out of clean bras to wear or something?” Is the first thing he asks you, and you internally face-palmed yourself.

“W-what? No, I’m just gonna wear this one again, it’s fine—”

“Nonsense,” he interrupted you, “I’ll start a fresh load of laundry for you right away…”

“Shotaro-san, I sincerely appreciate your kindness, but I don’t mind bringing my clothes to the laundromat down the street…” you clarified as he had his back turned to you, and you took this as an opportunity to throw on a baggy T-shirt real quick.

“Look, I’m unemployed for the season, so helping with house chores is the least I can do to stay busy…” he replied, making you roll your eyes in memory of the stunt he pulled yesterday, “oh, and are your tits still hanging out or can I turn around now?”

“Oh- right… yea, you’re all good,” you stammered as he turned around to see your face as he spoke, and you helped him by picking up some of your clothes from off the ground, too.

“But uh… I also wanted to apologize for disrespecting your home recently, sir… I’m not usually this disorganized, though… I guess I’ve just been a little tired…”

“Oh, I can tell…” he replies in a voice that makes you quirk a brow at him.

“Wait… you can?”

“Sure,” he shrugged, “your face looks bloated, your eyes are all puffy, and you walk around as if you’re six months pregnant… it’s honestly pretty depressing to witness…”

“Oh…” is all you managed to say.

Usually, you’d be a bit offended if someone said you looked tired, but from Shotaro’s perspective, it seemed like he expressed those thoughts out of concern.

“Y’know, the best part about not having a demanding job or being in college is that you have more time to take care of yourself… both outside and within…”

“Okay?” You replied redundantly, not sure on where he was going with his “Shotaro Wisdom.”

“I just think that you need a traditionally cooked Japanese meal to soothe your jet-lagged bones... it’ll be my treat…”

“Shotaro-san, my diet is just fine… and I get that you’re concerned, but you really don’t have to do all of that for me…”

“Well I insist... You spend all day and night either bound to your bed or roaming my kitchen, anyways, and that’s no way to fully experience the beauty of this city. You’ve gotta be more adventurous, ____-chan… otherwise, what’re you gonna write about in your cultural project, huh? Your adorable homestay host? My cherry blossom garden?”

Slam.

He dropped the dirty clothes basket on the hard wooden floor, and you’re just now realizing that you’d followed him all the way from your bedroom and into the infamous washing room.

Though, Shotaro in all his oddness was right about you… about you not being adventurous enough on this once in a lifetime opportunity to travel… and you know it was only out of shyness that you’d been hermiting for the past few days, but you really did need to get out more if you wanted any chance at writing a good paper—

“Can you pass me the detergent from up there please?”

“Sure,” you chirped, standing up on your tippy toes to reach the top shelf, and Shotaro couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

“Thanks, pretty,” he said, and you fight with a bull’s strength to not make a face at the random pet name.

“N-no problem,” you finally replied, resting your hands at your hips as you watched him load the washing machine.

“So, what color are you wearing later?” He asked, and the question reminds you of his offer to take you out to eat.

“Ugh, I’ll let you know when I decide, but right now I’m thinking something either black or grey… what made you ask?”

“Because I wanna match with you,” he responded shamelessly, “That way, if we cross paths with any weirdos while we’re out, they won’t approach us because they’ll assume I’m your boyfriend...”

“Righttt…” you went on, thinking to yourself how weird these people must be if even HE’S calling them weird… “anything else you wanna say before I go and get dressed though?”

“Yes, actually... try to be ready by 14:00 p.m… my favorite chef’s on duty during mid-evening’s and you must try his dumpling soup recipe!…”

A few hours later, you found yourself on a tour of Tokyo beside Shotaro, taking photos of local shrines, indulging in delicious street food, and just simply enjoying the aura of the vibrant city together.

And as on par with his plans, you and Shotaro arrived at the traditional Japanese restaurant just in time to be served by his favorite chef.

Though, it's not like effort went very far once Shotaro got to drinking, which left you thoroughly entertained by his tipsy charisma.

“Heyy, these chopsticks are almost as big as your dildo back home,” Shotaro giggled while eating beside you, cheeks a flushed hue from the warmth radiating throughout his entire body...

I wonder how useful he’d be in this state if any alleged weirdo's approached us later on, you thought to yourself...

“Mhm… looks about seven inches to me,” you responded plainly, right before stuffing your mouth full with another flavorful soup dumpling.

“Wanna see how many I can stuff inside you before it doesn’t fit?” He went on to ask, eyes widening as if he just suggested something totally normal.

“Maybe another time,” you smiled half-heartedly, patting him gently on his head, “when you’re less drunk on… well, whatever the name of that drink you just had was…”

“It’s called shōchū, ____… say it with me!” He chirped with a raised hand to the sky.

“Shōchū,” you repeated again with him, a small smile creeping up your face.

“Yikes, your pronunciation needs a little work…”

“My apologies, Taro… I’ll make sure I work on that for you…”

“Aww… you’re giving me a nickname?” He pouted, leaning his head on you. “I had a dream about you the other night and you called me that same name… it was pretty explicit, though…”

“You can tell me about it later…”

“Okay… what do you think of the food?”

“It’s really tasty, actually. Thanks for taking me out, I really needed this…”

“You’re welcome… thanks for letting me lean on you, too… most people push me away when I do that…”

“And by most people, you mean Euijoo-san, right?”

“Yes… he claims to dislike touch with his words, but he genuinely loves it… I remember one time we went clubbing together, and a really hot girl kept trying to dance on him… he awkwardly pushed her away, but he couldn’t stop thinking about it once we got home…”

“Interesting… do you always overshare like this when you’re drunk?”

“Not like I’d remember anyways,” he shrugged, “can you tell me a secret about something, though? To even out the playing field?”

“Huh…. This isn’t really a secret, but I rarely admit this… I have a tendency to judge people before getting to know them…”

He was quiet at first, stirring the foggy broth in his bowl with a chopstick before asking quietly, “Like you judged me?”

“Yes, like I judged you… you seemed… I don’t know… weird at first? And a bit overbearing, too…”

“All those things are true though,” he giggled.

“Sure, but… never mind, you’re right… I still think you’re weird…”

“Oh yeah? Just wait til I tell you about—”

“Later, Taro… I’d love to hear all about it then…”

TIMESTAMP: 8日目

You and Shotaro developed a quirky friendship with each other, and it was quite refreshing in contrast to your initially rocky start with him.

He was a pervert. You caught onto the way his eyes watched you through the cracks of doors, or fell to glance between your legs every time the chance was made available. Always caught him going through your things under the excuse that “if it’s under my roof, it’s under my control.”

So, you made clear to him a few of your own boundaries, and luckily, he agreed to respect them… for the most part…

The rules followed a simple list…

1. “No more sneaking and spying on me.”

2. “No more going through my things.”

3. “No more walking around naked when I’m around.”

4. “No more weird questions about my sex life.”

In the last four days, he followed you to the bathroom three times, asked about your sex toy twice, and walked around the house half-naked only once… you’d say that was a good sign of improvement, honestly…

You kept yourself busy by annotating every relevant detail and observation from your time in Japan this far, and you were slowly starting to gain reassurance in your abilities to produce an excellent cultural project in time for the deadline.

TIMESTAMP: 12日目

One evening, after yet another day full of laughter and cultural escapades alongside Shotaro, you and him found yourselves lounging on the tatami mats in his living room, enjoying a bowl of miso soup, stewed meat, and some of Shotaro’s homemade onigiri.

Earlier that day, you and him were busy cooking in the kitchen together, where he even shared with you a few of his not-so secret secret Osaki family recipes.

He took the honors of playing photographer for you though as you offered to tuck the seaweed wraps around the triangular mounds of sticky rice.

“Look at you, you’re a natural at this, pretty,” Shotaro complimented you while snapping a few more pictures, and you shook your head at the comical tone of his voice, “now all there’s left to work on is pronouncing ‘onigiri’ properly!”

“Ha ha, you’re so hilarious,” you replied sarcastically, making him chuckle slightly at his own sense of humor, or perhaps, the lack thereof.

There was one moment in particular though that really got your heart racing between him… it was when he scooted himself behind you as you stirred the bubbling pot of miso soup, guiding your wrist with his delicate hand.

“You have to stir carefully from the bottom ____-chan, or else you’ll break up the chunks of tofu we just neatly cut up,” Shotaro whispered from above you, given the height difference, and you’ve never heard his voice sound so calm til now.

He let you lead your own hand for a bit just to check that you had the stirring motion down on your own, and he smiled softly once you did it correctly.

“Like this?” You asked, feeling a lot more nervous than expected while he was so close to you, despite how the other night at the restaurant and bar you found it much less nervous inducing when Shotaro kept leaning his head all over you.

“Mhm… just like that,” he hummed, right before his warmth left you as he walked away to return back to cutting up the stew meat…

Since that moment, the air was filled with an electric tension that neither of you had acknowledged yet as the sun began to set, casting its warm glow through the shoji screens.

In the middle of Shotaro telling you a story about his childhood though, the jingle of keys sounded at the front door as EJ invited himself to join you two once his shift at the local bakery ended.

“I come bearing treats!” He smiled vibrantly, right after bowing his head slightly to show his respects.

“Euijoo-san, how nice of you to join us,” Shotaro said in a corny accent, “how was work?”

“Exhausting… especially because I lost track of time and missed my lunch break…”

“Awww, bummer,” you pouted, “I’ll fix you a plate while you wash up then…”

“Ahhh, thanks a billion, ____-chan… since my own best bro doesn’t seem to care about me anymore,” the young man sulked playfully, and Shotaro widened his eyes in confused offense.

“What d’you mean I don’t care about you? I literally made you onigiri with my bare freaking hands, you ungrateful fart—”

“Acts of service may be YOUR love language, but it isn’t mine,” EJ reminded his friend before dramatically crossing his arms and walking out of the room, “remember that the next time you insult me, Shotaro-san… hmph…”

A few more minutes passed before the third member of your uncanny trio settled down to eat with you guys, provoking you to take a deep breath, summoning courage within yourself.

“Euijoo-san, Shotaro-san… you both have truly made my time in Tokyo one to remember,” you began, watching them shyly nod as your words touched the tenderness of their hearts.

“But,” you went on, voice catching slightly as you tried to keep their attention, “my time with you all is dwindling, and by that, I mean tomorrow is my last day here…”

You watched as the expressions on their faces shifted from joyful camaraderie to sudden surprise, and you couldn’t shake the guilt ones bulding up inside you now.

They had made the Japanese lifestyle seem so inviting for you that just acknowledging that you’d be departing soon hurt…

“No way, it’s been two weeks already?” Euijoo exclaimed with shock, his chopsticks paused mid-air. “Can’t your school let you stay a little longer? I’m sure Shotaro doesn’t mind opening his house to you for an extension…”

“I really wish I could take that offer, Euijoo-san,” you replied, offering a soft smile to hopefully ease his emotions, “I just have to get back for school… plus, changing my flight dates so late wouldn’t be a wise move on my part…”

Shotaro looked down for a moment, a flicker of disappointment crossing his sullen, otter-like features. “It’s been so nice having you around here,” he said quietly, his tone laced with something that you couldn’t quite decipher, but you knew it was different from his usual chipper.

After dinner, the three of you tried to shift the energy by sharing a few more stories and cleaning up the kitchen together, your harmonious laughter echoing beneath the dim house lighting.

Excusing yourself, you eventually retreated to your bedroom after everything was tidied up, but your mind remained a swirling sea of freshly acquired memories of the past few days.

You were gonna take a walk to clear your head and sight-see for what might be your last chance, but your plans were cut short once you realized it was past your curfew, the clock reading 8:00pm on the dot, and you respected Taro too much now to disregard his rules…

Sighing, you closed the door to your room, the world outside faded away, leaving you only to your thoughts and the slightly improved clutter of personal items that you’d worry about packing up tomorrow morning.

You were too emotionally drained to do anything in this moment, other than something to take the edge off… and quickly…

Across the hall, Shotaro sat in the living room, wishing he could shake off the heaviness in his chest. He had grown so fond of you over the last days, your laughter, your genuine curiosity about everything around you and your interest in his culture... The sound of the sliding door to your bedroom clicking shut reached his ears.

“No more sneaking around and spying on me,” your voice faintly resounded from a few days ago in the back of his mind, but a certain impulse washed over him, and he couldn’t help but draw himself to your room, once step at a time.

And it came to no surprise that the clicking sound he heard wasn’t even from the door, but better yet, your suitcase latch after your brief search for the infamous cylinder wrapped in cloth.

You still hadn’t learned how to properly lock the doors behind yourself again, which is why you set that no peeking rule down in the first place… you knew secrets enticed Shotaro, but in this moment, you just focused on taking care of yourself… just like Shotaro said, both outside and within…

Kneeling down, Shotaro edged himself towards the door, where a slender crack allowed him a stingy look inside.

The soft glow of your dresser lamp illuminated the room, casting gentle shadows along your bedsheets and your now half-naked body.

You wore nothing but a baggy T-shirt and panties as you got positioned into your back, legs spread just enough for Shotaro to see everything… your graceful and seren silhouette, and your pulsating core… it all caught his attention, and it all made him all the more aroused…

Luckily for the both of you, EJ had locked himself up in his room to wash off his long day of work, and the sound of the water running faintly in the background acted as a timer for you to finish by.

You began to slid your panties down your hips, each motion fluid and unhurried as Shotaro's poor little heart raced, quickening the pace of his breath.

Slowly caressing over your skin with one hand, you reached for the dildo with the other, and unbeknownst to you, Shotaro was just a few feet away from you, untying his pants as his semi-hard dick sprung out, almost hitting the door.

You just hoped that Shotaro had busied himself somewhere in the house so he wouldn’t find you like this… though, once the head of the toy circled your clit before you slowly lined the head up with your entrance, your mind couldn’t shake the thought of him…

The thought of how he’d feel inside you, or the thought of his hands pinning yours over your head and to the mattress…

Finally inserting the toy all the way, you felt your breath hitch as you started sliding the dildo in and out of your cunt, already coating it in your slimy juices.

The room was silent except for the sound of your own soft gasps bouncing off the walls. Shotaro licked a stripe of spit up his hand before cupping the base of his cock with his palm, already too caught up in the private world of his thoughts to care about how perverted of him this was.

The way he stroked himself mirrored the pace that you set for the dildo as you kept fucking yourself, circling your hips against the mattress as you somehow widened your legs even more.

And by now, Shotaro was in visual heaven, despite the fact that he hated how slow you were going with it… he hated that he couldn’t make himself go any faster until you did.

“Nghh~” a needy mewl ripped from under your breath, and Shotaro felt himself shiver at the way you lifted your hips into the toy now, gripping at your tit with your free hand.

Words can’t begin to describe how badly he wished he could cup your breasts in his hands…

Your hole was impressively taking all of the toy’s girth, but from the looks of it, your pussy was still suffocating around it, being stuffed to the brim as your walls quivered in ecstasy.

So that’s how she likes to be fucked, Shotaro thought to himself, and your lips ironically started to cry out yes as he kept his grip firm around his shaft.

A stream of your own arousal dripped unto the sheets, coating the dildo and your pussy lips in a delicious shine, and Shotaro swore he would’ve sold his soul just to get a taste—

“Shit,” he swore, a free hand flying to cover his mouth as he can barely keep his sounds in now.

You picked up the pace, and he pumped his cock even faster, knowing better than anyone that his rough fingers didn’t feel half as good as your pussy probably does.

He watched the way your tightness gripped at the dildo every time it hit that special spot inside you, and at this point, you were too turned on to pretend like you don’t hear him.

When he had cursed, you noticed his boba eyes peeking at you, and although your first instinct was to shut your legs and scold him, you let the moment take its course…

“Taro,” you said in a seductive voice… one that comes out naturally because of the state you’re in, “you’ve never been very sneaky, y’know that?”

His round eyes nearly popped out of his head at your offer, and he was torn between whether he should pretend like this never happened or just adhere to your lust-laced words.

“Q-quit being shy, Taro,” you whined out again, stammering over your own words as the dildo started to vibrate, “just get in here before I- fuck... ch-change my mind...”

Shotaro could hardly believe his own ears once you announced your scandalous invitation to him, and doesn't think he's ever put his dick away so quickly, either...

Carefully sliding the door open, he slipped through the narrow gap he provided for himself before locking the door back behind him and joining you on the bed.

You were definitely feeling a little less bold now that he was barely a few inches away from you, but the ways his eyes flickered between glancing at your face and then your sloppy cunt motivated you somehow—

“Want some help with that?” He offers quietly, and you respond by slipping the thick toy from your hole, a wet pop filling the room as you lazily held it towards him.

And although his face still appears like a cross between shocked and dumbfounded, his body posture is confident as he takes the toy from your grasp, caressing your exposed thigh just to see you shiver.

He give you one more glance for approval as if your consent wasn't already obvious enough before sliding the tip of the toy between your slick folds, but he's applying a lot more pressure than you did when handling it... not that you had a problem with it anyways...

“You're so sensitive,” he chuckled slightly, watching the way your torso clenched as he pressed the dildo against your entrance, and you're suddenly feeling shy yourself now-- “And pretty,” he continued, complimenting the view of your beautiful bare body before him, the purest look of lust upon both your faces, “so, so pretty...”

A soft moan escaped your mouth as he pushed the toy all the way inside you now, and his method of pumping you felt way better than what you usually did for yourself.

“T-Taro,” you whined, watching as he continued to fuck your cunt open with the dildo, fully focused on pleasing you... he was so fascinated by the way your walls clenched around the silicone, lewd noises filling the room as you grew even hazier in your head.

“What is it, ____?” His voice came out deeply as his gaze barely met yours from behind his neatly cut bangs, his cold hand pressing firmly on the bulge in your stomach, as created by the long toy inside you.

“T-touch yourself,” you whimpered, reaching down to grab his wrist as the pressure he applied became too much for you to speak over, “while you keep touching me...”

That's all it took for him to slowly get to work on shimmying down his pants again, and single-handedly at that. The tip of his cock was sore with a throbbing need as he took his shaft in his free palm, stroking it to the same pace that he set for the dildo inside you.

And his moans were joining yours now, his starved out teeth biting at his lower lip as he continued gliding the toy in and out of your pussy, making your eyebrows furrow at the sight before you.

You imagined that the dildo was his cock as you threw your head back against the pillows, closing your eyes while he did the same by imaging you were responding this way from taking his cock, fucking the pathetic silicone into you just like his hips would.

And as badly as the intrusive thoughts were telling him to toss the toy and just fuck you properly himself, he knew there was a better way to help you get past the sexual frustration of not coming... and he didn’t want to pressure you into doing something you weren’t completely down for…

“Play with your clit for me, baby,” Shotaro slurred while speeding up the movements of his hand pumping his length, and you adhered to his words immediately, sliding your hand down to rub at your sensitive spot just like he told you to.

“That's it baby,” he sighed, chest heaving as he felt himself reaching the point of no return, “you're close, aren't you pretty?”

“S-so close,” you winced desperately, and it only takes a few more thrusts of his hand and circles of your own finger before you were falling over the edge, covering your mouth with the back of your hand to keep your moans in.

And your eyes are pricking with tears given how good the stimulation felt, but you knew Shotaro hadn’t reached his climax yet.

With the little energy you had meddling within your system, you sat up to meet him where he sat, the dildo still jammed inside your pussy as you pulled his face to kiss you, and the contact was hungry… Shotaro’s own mouth gaping open to groan as you kept your grip tight around his neck while looking deeply into his eyes.

He was a panting mess now, and you wanted to help him feel just as good as he had made you feel.

“____, you don’t have to—”

“Shhh,” you interrupted his choked out sentence, kissing him once again as you moved your hand to take the place his around his shaft, “let me return the favor, baby…”

Although a bit delayed, Shotaro eventually nodded in compliance, resting one of his free hands behind him to brace his weight on the bed and his other free hand at you ass where he spanked you slightly.

“B-bounce on it,” his voice came out, and a bit strained in tone as he spanked you a little harder this time, reeling a soft whine out of you, “p-please baby, ride that dildo while you jerk my co— holy fuckk…”

You were still so sensitive in this moment, so the overstimulation was insane once you started grinding against the toy, lifting your hips to ride it as he watched with lust-ridden eyes.

And your delicate hands were doing such a good job of pumping him, too, stroking his length at just the right pace while paying extra attention to the head of his cock, the part that you knew would make him feel the best.

“God, you’re so fucking good at that, pretty,” he praised, and you kissed him instead of saying anything, bouncing so hard now that even the bed is starting to squeak beneath you two.

And the sound made Shotaro smirk… the sound of your juices squelching around the toy… of your heart beating fast behind your chest… the gentle meals escaping you, and the sound of your hand stroking him to heaven—

“Fuck!” He suddenly cried out, as quietly as he could as to not alarm EJ, and that’s when you knew he had finally reached his climax.

Breaking from his lips, you reached behind yourself to grab the scarf you used to wrap up the toy and held it over the top of his cock, just in time for his pearly spurts of his release to fill up the cloth.

Your warm hand slowly pumped the girth of his shaft, continuing to milk him dry as his hand gripped your hips tightly at the feeling, and you’re certain you’d have a bruise there later from his force.

And there is was again… Shotaro’s infamous smile as he sighed beneath his breath, releasing his grip on your hip while looking into your eyes now.

“Sorry I messed up your scarf,” he said plainly, and you can’t help but smile at his remark.

“Eh, it’s alright,” you returned, taking the bundle of fabric from his cock and holding it in your hand, “you’re in charge of laundry duty, anyways…”

Both of your cheeks were as warm as fresh baked milk bread now as you awkwardly lifted your hips off the dildo, the slimy object falling from your hole with a gentle pop as you took the cum rag and wrapped the toy in it, too.

“So…,” he began, voice returning to its usual pitch as you helped shimmy his pants back up, “do you always cum that hard, or was that orgasm special just for me?”

“Shut up,” you scorned playfully, nudging his shoulder slightly to which he chuckled alongside you.

But that’s when you both noticed it… the sound of the water running had stopped, and you’re sure it hasn’t been running for a while.

The two of you exchange worried looks as your ears keen in on the sounds behind the door, if any at all…

“Should I just…?” Shotaro started to ask while getting up from the bed, but you placed a hand at his thigh, keeping him in place.

Step, step, step.

Euijoo’s house slippers slid across the floor as he made his way to your bedroom door, the silhouette of his frame being clear as day behind the slightly opaque door, and you wonder just how much he can see from his point of view.

“Hey, is Shotaro-san in there with you?” He asked, visibly tucking his hands in his pajama pants pockets, “I heard the bed creaking, and he has a strict ‘NO-SEX IN THE HOUSE’ policy…”

“Yes, he’s in here—”

“We weren’t having sex.”

You and Shotaro’s of your voices came out at the same time, and by this point, EJ is really confused, even though both of your sentences were 100% the honest truth.

“Right,” is all the poor boy says before turning on his heel and walking in the opposite direction, “just make sure you end your little sleepover in time for me to get my work clothes washed by tomorrow morning…”

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candyquokka · 6 months ago

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: ̗̀➛together | poly! minho x reader x hyunjin

pairing: lee minho x reader x hwang hyunjin

word count: 1.2k

genre: college au, humor, eventual smut, slight angst, best friend!lee know and hyunjin, best friends to lovers, first time writing a poly but lets see how this goes lol

MINORS DNI.

Series summary:

Y/n, Minho and Hyunjin have been best friends for most of their life. But throw in college, complex and new emotions and a rowdy friendgroup- things are bound to take a turn.

(this is going to be a series, and I'll try to update frequently if i have motivation haha. Please give me feedback and comment on the post to be added to a taglist!)

PROLOGUE -> PART 1

chapter summary: just a view of their life before college

warnings: none

It had always been Hyunjin, Y/n, and Minho. The holy trio, never separated. They had been neighbors since birth, so it was only natural they would run into each other. Y/n had been playing in the sandpit when she was five, and a bully had come over and kicked her. Minho and Hyunjin, playing somewhere else, had seen this happen, and rushed to protect Y/n from the bully. And so developed the beautiful happening we call friendship.

Middle school was the generic nightmare: awkward phases, new complex feelings, bitchy teachers. High school wasn't better, but they could manage. Currently the three of them were hanging out at a cafe afterschool.

"Gosh, Hyunjin, you didn't have to be so harsh with her. Its the last day of the school year for goodness sake, you could've politely declined."

"She shoved a chocolate box in my face! What was I supposed to do, not smack a foreign object that could possibly poke my eye out?"

Minho grinned as he watched the banter between them, too entertained to intervene.

"Uh, yeah? Poor girl was shaking, you dumbass."

"What the- I'm the dumbass? I- yah, you're the one who almost fell on your ass when you backed away like an animal from that one guy who confessed to you like a week ag-mmmf-" Hyunjin was interrupted by a bundle of tissues in his mouth, fighting against Y/n.

"Someone confessed to your sorry ass?" Minho flat out shrieked, and Y/n lunged across the table to possibly shove tissues into his mouth too and-

"Welcome to cafe Miroh, what can I get for you guys today?"

A disgruntled Y/n sat back in her seat as Minho and Hyunjin both snickered. Minho ordered everything for them, and they settled back in their seats.

"So are you guys ready to get your summer glow ups?" Y/n said after taking a sip of her milkshake. "Nah, I'm already pretty. You two definitely need one though." Hyunjin mumbles, wincing as Y/n slaps his head and Minho kicks his leg from under the table.

Minho chuckles. "Not gonna lie, Y/n, you're gonna need to ditch the whole nerd look and try something called 'being a little more social and having more than two friends'. Next years our last year, you can't be a loser."

Y/n gasps. "Why are the two of you attacking me, huh? You guys are just salty. I'm going to Paris for like the whole 2 months of summer holidays and you're not." She sticks out her tongue, and Minho takes this as an opportunity to steal a fry off her plate.

"Yeah, but that means we can't have our annual sleepover on the night before school!" Hyunjin whines and flops on his seat dramatically.

"Oh hush you dramatic baby." Y/n flicks his forehead before patting his head, and Hyunjin nuzzles into Y/n's neck, and earns judgemental stares from Minho.

"You two are disgusting, you know that?" Minho scrunches his face in disgust.

Y/n flips him off and throws a fry at him while Hyunjin blows him a kiss before leaning over the table to hold his hands. "We both know you secretly enjoy cuddles too, Minnie."

"YAH GET YOUR ZESTY HANDS OFF ME."

Breathless. That was one word to describe what Minho and Hyunjin were feeling as they waited outside her house, watching her wave at them before walking and hugging both of them. The strong grip around their necks broke them out of their stupor, and she pulled away.

“Oh my god, I missed you guys so much! How have you both been?” Y/n giggled. Minho shook his head before flicking her forehead. “Y/nnie, did you shapeshift or something? You look even uglier!” Y/n’s face dropped as she shoved Minho away, locking arms with Hyunjin and speed walking. “Fine, I’ll just stay with Jinnie here and you can be a loner the whole year.”

Hyunjin places a hand over his chest. “Woah, Y/nnie, how could I imagine being graced with such beauty!” Y/n smiles and rolls her eyes, Minho ruffling her hair as she mutters. “Gosh, did you two take supplements or something? Why are you two suddenly so much taller?”

Y/n’s apparently late ‘face and body developments’ did not go ignored in the school. Walking in the hallways, Y/n was oblivious to the many double takes people were doing to her. As the three entered their classroom, they saw two empty desks, one behind the other near the back. “Dibs the back desk!” Minho and Hyunjin both shouted, rushing to the back and leaving a surprised Y/n near the entrance. She sent them an annoyed glare before sitting on the desk in front of them.

Minho leans forward and taps her shoulder. “Guess you’re the loner again, Y/n.” He dodges the flick aimed for his forehead and leans back in his seat, Hyunjin giggling at the exchange. But his face slowly turns into a look of confusion as another guy with dark-blue dyed hair enters the room, his unfamiliar face turning heads as he slowly makes his way to the only empty seat in the classroom: next to Y/n.

“H-hey, could I um- could i sit here? It's the only empty seat-” Y/n smiles and nods, turning around to meet Minho’s eyes and flick her long black hair in a victorious gesture over her shoulder. “Are you new? I’m Y/n.”

The boy stammers, clearly being anxious. “Uh, I-I’m Jisung, H-Han Jisung. Yeah, I’m uh, I’m new. It's nice to meet you, umm, Y/n.” He cautiously smiles. Y/n grins and turns around. “This is Hyunjin, he’s a drama queen and you don’t need to bother with him. This is Minho. He acts like he’s got a stick up his ass half the time. You don’t need to bother with him either. Do you wanna sit with us for lunch?”

Halfway into the year and Y/n had already rejected a dozen confessions. “These boys may not be it, but damn these chocolates taste fucking delicious.” Hyunjin groans as he bites into one, falling back against his bed as the four of them hung out at Hyunjin’s house. Han Jisung was someone who warmed up quite quickly to the three of them, and constantly broke into their personal space, even Minhos. Currently he was clinging onto Minho like a kuala, whose legs were sprawled over Y/n's lap on the bed.

“S’not my fault I don’t like them. Ugh, I feel so bad rejecting them. Should I just accept one and see where it goes?”

“NO!” The three boys cry out, shocking Y/n. “I need to get new friends, you’re all gonna keep me bitchless.” She rolls her eyes.

“Better bitchless than a broken heart.” Hyunjin voice is muffled from chocolate.

“Shut up you fatass”

“I’m not a fatass Dicksung”

“...”

“DID YOU CALL ME A FUCKING DICKSUNG?? WHAT THE FUCK IS A DICKSUNG YOU FUCKING DRAMATIC BITCH.”

Jisung’s outburst shocks everyone as he lunges at Hyunjin, Y/n and Minho grabbing each other from laughing so much. Suddenly the door slams open as Yeji, Hyunjin’s scary younger sister, stands in the doorway, breathing heavily. Y/n has the shame to smile apologetically as Minho is still wheezing on the bed, and Jisung slowly looks up at Yeji, before quietly getting off Hyunjin and cautiously hides behind Minho. Yeji smiles at Y/n before leaving the room.

“Your sister is so scary, Jinnie. Shes way cooler than you”

“Shut the fuck up Minho.”

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ethereange · 6 months ago

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𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄

reluctance sparks something genuine; satoru is threatened to be kicked off his team, so he turns to you.

contains: college!au, satoru gojo x reader, satoru is like a popular jock, reader kinda dates around, college is american-based, but theres some japanese social influence, satoru plays basketball bc yes, texting (but not like a normal smau format idk ull see)

wc - 1.4k

part 1 // part 2 // part 3?

"i've done all i can do for you, but there are no exceptions. not even you, gojo."

satoru leaned back into the cushions of his chair, relaxing his arms as they folded comfortably across his chest. his stare never once broke from the eyes behind rectangular sunglasses. if anyone walked into the office, they would think he was oddly casual despite his situation.

and that would be the truth. the golden plaque gleaming on the wall from last year’s championship spoke for his contributions. satoru was not one to be intimidated when he knew his worth. he knew he was the exception.

"you're aware that you should've been on suspension from any games and practices up until now?"

"yeah? why was i not, yaga?" satoru quizzed back.

"coach yaga," he corrected. "because i've been doing all i can to keep your ass on the court. just because you can ball doesn’t mean you always deserve to. if your grade drops any lower, you're done."

that was a new one.

regardless of the past four times satoru was called into this very room with the same threat of "raise your grades or else", he hasn't toed this close to the line yet.

"whadd'ya mean i'm done? they're not just gonna-"

yaga sighed. "you'll be kicked off the team, and your scholarship will be revoked."

satoru stood up straight.

"as of now, you'll be on suspension. no training, games, nothing," coach stated. "you can..."

"...only help yourself now, is what he said," satoru scoffed. he was currently splayed across his shared couch, half-empty soda can in hand as he ran down the whole situation. "what the hell'm i supposed to do?"

"maybe you should look for a tutor again," shoko suggested, perched on the windowsill as she let her cigarette smoke flow out.

satoru sighed dramatically. "i'm not gonna pay some random. last time i tried they treated it like a date and never even looked at my books." he grimaced at the memory.

"do you even know anyone smart?" suguru poked, earning an eye roll from the other.

"of course i do," he replied, "a bunch of our teammates can handle themselves. they're just… busy with the practices i should be going to. is there any chance you guys could help at all?"

suguru and shoko shared a look. "honestly, i'm not much better off than you are. i still have training, and even though yaga’s not on my ass as much as yours, i’m not sure if i’ll be much help."

satoru turned to the brunette with a pleading expression- to which she let out a short, airy laugh. “you should know i cheated on almost all my exams. plus they’re mostly for pre-med.”

he deflated, lip jutting out in a pout as he stared dejectedly at the ceiling. he wracked his brain for a solution, for someone who was both smarter and had enough time to help him. but for someone as well-known as satoru, his social circle was mostly limited to his team and the other two in the room. college basketball did not leave much time for socializing.

"sorry to break it off, but i agreed to give yuji a ride to practice, and he's all the way at the dorms," suguru cut the silence as he rose to his feet.

"he doesn't have a car?" satoru queried. he would rather have his friends here to brainstorm answers to his problem.

suguru chuckled, "no, he doesn't have a license either. told me he's failed his test twice already."

satoru let out a little snort at that; he could vividly picture the freshman swerving a car recklessly. "alright, i'll let you go i guess," he responded. "you still gotta help me later, though."

"i think i'll head out, too," shoko announced, putting out the rest of her cig.

"you too?" satoru groaned.

she nodded. "i've got to meet up with my friend downtown."

"any chance they're smart? or know anyone smart? do i know them?" he questioned, a hopeful tilt in his voice.

she stared off in thought, letting out a huff before answering. "she's pretty smart. not like a nerd, but she's better than me," she paused. "her schedule's a bit... unpredictable, though. i think you've met her a couple times... probably at nobara's party."

satoru perked up. "that's good enough for me."

you sipped your drink as your phone buzzed against the smooth surface of the table. you felt your heart jump a little at the implication of the sound, picking up your device to check the notification.

but your spirits sagged a little when it was, in fact, not who you wanted it to be. instead, it was an unknown number, asking if it was you.

your eyebrows quirked, intrigued. shoko had left just previously to use the restroom, leaving you alone temporarily at the cafe table. you typed back a response.

you yes, this is her who is this?

XXX-XXX-XXXX gojo satoru

you blinked in surprise. gojo satoru? the newest basketball phenom, the one who girls and guys alike swooned over? yeah, there was no way he was texting you. you're not even sure if you've had a proper conversation with him before. maybe shoko had been gone for too long and decided to play with you.

you very funny who is this actually? and how'd you get my number?

XXX-XXX-XXXX wdym shoko gave me ur number

okay, now it was obvious. you were about to march over to the bathroom to confront your friend when she plopped down in her seat across from you.

"funny, shoko. i know it's you, though. when did you get a second number?" you asked.

she gave you a quizzical stare. "what the hell are you talking about?"

you rolled your eyes and faced your screen at her. she furrowed her eyebrows, before they relaxed as she laughed, "nope, that's satoru."

"you're joking," you gaped. "why would he text me? and why did you give him my number?" she shrugged and turned your phone back to you.

XXX-XXX-XXXX could u do me a favor

you sighed, giving shoko a last look before you replied.

you depends what it is, but try me

gojo satoru do you tutor

your fingers paused as confusion coursed your brain. shoko was indifferent, scrolling on her own cell and popping a french fry in her mouth.

you not really... i mean i'll help my friends out with studying but it's not like i get paid

gojo satoru ok perfect youll get paid

you you want me to tutor you?

gojo satoru yeah

you were boggled at his straight-forwardness. gojo was not known for being serious, about anything, really. maybe the exception was basketball, but even then...

you if you don't mind me asking why do you need a tutor? also why me specifically, i'm not the greatest student?

gojo satoru uhh id appreciate it if u didnt let it out the bag

you sure, i wont

gojo satoru ill get kicked off the team if i dont get grades up ur like the last person ik who can prob help

your confusion only grew more. how could he be doing so bad he was threatened his roster spot? and how were you the last person when he was ridiculously popular? you were certain people would help him for free, as long as they were in his proximity.

you as flattered as i am, i doubt that

gojo satoru yeah well its the truth so can u help me out

you flipped your phone around, sliding it over to shoko. "what do you think?" you sighed.

she scrolled over the texts. "i mean, he's my friend. and he's kinda on his last straw. and he usually doesn't text so bluntly. i'm not saying i'm pressuring you to say yes, but he does have money," she answered seriously. you laughed, and she continued, "it would really help him. maybe check it off with your boyfriend, first?"

your eyes fell to the glowing screen, staring at the upside-down messages. "it'll be fine. it's not like he texts me enough to care about it anyway," you admitted, slumping back in your chair. she scooted the phone back to you.

you sure, why not unfortunately i can't let the team lose their previous freshman of the year

gojo satoru thats an accomplishment btw but thank u this means a lot

you ofc, its not a huge deal to me

you sighed. not exactly how you planned this outing with shoko to end up. but maybe tutoring could help you with your own studying while you review topics with him. with gojo satoru.

gojo satoru so ru free tmrw

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zeewritez · 1 year ago

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The Sailor and The Samurai - I

Mizu x Femme Shipmate/Pirate Reader

Hi my lovelies! I haven't updated in so long and I'm sorry but college has been kicking my ass. (Why tf am I studying biochemistry - because I hate myself). Anyways, I hope to update my other stories soon (I've had chapters for months now, they just need to be edited lol). So for now, here's a little BES fic because I'm in love with this show :)

(Notes: Reader's father is Irish in the fic but she will not be described physically except for having super long curly hair because I like projecting my hair goals onto stories, also I will be using he/him pronouns for Mizu since they are currently being perceived as a man.)

Part 2 now out

Y/n woke up with a splitting headache from the rum she had the previous night. She made a note to self to not attempt to out drink her father, even if he was pushing 60. Rolling out of her cot, she slipped on a blouse and trousers she had acquired from a crew mate at some point. They barely fit, but it was far better than the dresses and corsets she wore whenever they docked back home.

She walked onto the deck just in time to watch over the vast ocean as they approached the isolated island of Japan. She'd been there many times in her career but had only ever been to the ports to assist with loading goods when the crew needed it. Today, there was no need. Instead, she watched with mild curiosity from the crow's nest as crates were loaded onto The Banshee.

The cargo seemed standard: silks, swords, exotic fish. The things nobles in England dreweld over. Yet the passengers were anything but standard. Y/n could barely believe her eyes when the infamous Abijah Fowler was brought on board with guards on each side of him. He was brought to the detention cell, which would have otherwise been used when her father was tired of a crewmate's drunken antics.

Y/n was so taken aback by Fowler's presence she nearly missed the passenger behind him: a young man, a few years older than y/n herself, clad in Japanese garb and yellow glasses. It seemed odd to her, as it was rather overcast outside but she didn't give it a second thought. What she was truly curious about was why Abijah Fowler was on their vessel.

As the ship took sail, she climbed down from the nest and made her way to the detention cell with a curious, if not mischievous, grin.

"I never thought you'd be joining us for London," she teased as she stood outside of his cel, as though dangling her freedom like a carrot. She did not like Fowler one bit, but she found him almost as amusing as she found him vile. Entertainment was hard to come by at sea, so who could really blame her?

"Well I for one am always happy to see you," he said, grabbing her hand through the bars and kissing her knuckles. She rolled her eyes as she pulled her hand back from him.

"What brings you back to the isle?" she asked. "My father doesn't even enjoy England, and he's still in good standing, legally speaking."

"Perhaps he's a better Irishman then me," Fowler said with a shrug. "What does it matter to you?"

The girl looked up in faux innocence. "Oh, I'm just curious."

"Well, why don't you hunt down the samurai that's on board and he can let you know why I'm going back to London," Fowler finally told her. "You've picked up quite a bit of Japanese, haven't ya?"

"Alright, I'll see you around then," she said as she turned to leave.

"You have your mother's rear!" He shouted out, as though y/n had forgotten why she had disliked the man so much. She said a silent prayer thanking the heavens he wasn't roaming freely as she roamed the ship looking for the mysterious man with glasses, which was simple enough.

He stood on the poop deck, staring out onto the ocean, as anyone who has ever treaded water has. The waters had a way of commanding one's attention.

"Hello good sir," the young woman greeted she climbed the stairs, stopping to curtsey out of habit. She'd managed to have some resemblance of good manners despite being raised at sea by a captain with a drinking habit.

The young man stared at her, which was a common response from many men upon seeing her for the first time, regardless of national origin. In fact, Englishmen seemed most taken aback by her appearance. Her hair was long and unkempt, falling down her back in ringlets instead of being pinned into an updo of a proper lady. Her shirt nearly fell from her shoulders and around her neck was a long, beaded necklace that seemed to trail down between her breasts. Y/n giggled at the man's reaction, having expected nothing less.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he spoke casting his eyes away from her eyes out of embarrassment, then down to her strange necklace, then back up to her eyes.

"Don't worry about it," she said, leaning against the Banshee's railing. "It is lovely to make your acquaintance, may I ask your name?"

"Mizu," he answered, finally less taken aback by the strange woman. "And you are?*

"Y/n," she said, reaching out her hand limply, again out of habit more than anything else. Mizu looked at her with pure confusion, almost fear. Y/n giggled again, this time to hide her embarrassment. "It is expected to kiss a lady's hand where we're going."

Mizu nodded and cautiously took the girl's hand, which was smaller then her own, and cool to the touch from the ocean winds. He kissed it with the gentleness most men she encountered lacked.

"You'll make a proper gentleman," y/n remarked as she retrieved her hand once again and placed it under her head. She scanned Mizu as had her. Admittedly he was rather dashing. So much so she'd forgotten what she was originally there to ask him. Fowler was the last thing on her mind. "What's with the spectacles?" she asked.

"My eyes are unnatural back home," he told her.

"Is that so?" Y/n asked rhetorically. Perhaps without thought for personal space, she leaned forward and took the yellow frames from the man's face. She was greeted with eyes that would put the sea herself to shame. "You needn't wear these anymore, your eyes are beautiful." The young sailor folded the glasses and handed them back to the blue eyed man.

A small smile graced Mizu's face at the first genuine compliment he'd heard in regard to his eyes. He looked over the beautiful yet foreign face of the woman in front of him. The journey to London was certainly something to look forward to now.

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shelbgrey · 1 year ago

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Dr. Jelousey(Ray Stantz)

Paring: Ray Stantz x Reader

Summary: just Ray getting jealous when the new rookie starts flirting with his girl.

Warrings: SMUT, oral(Femal receiving) Public sex?

MasterList

Our brand was and always will be 'we're ready to believe you' and with that we are always one call away... Or was one call alway.

“sweetheart, are you sure you don't need help?” I snickered, I peaked over my book and saw him and dozens of tools under my desk.

He dropped his screw driver and sighed. “Nope! All good, just set there, read your book and look pretty”

I just shook me head and chuckled. Janine had gone on a much needed vacation and the guys had been out all morning on a call. I was covering the front desk for Janine for the week since I wasn't 'allowed' to go on calls for a while, I get one bruise and Ray freaks out.

Anyway, it's not like a could do my temporary job due to the fact the main phone had been down all morning. Ray, being the only other one here(besides Egon) with me, was convinced he could fix it. An hour had since passed, and he was currently cramped under my desk checking the wiring.

I rolled my eyes and nudged his butt withmy Converse covered foot, he swatted it away without looking over his shoulder at me.

“you sure you don't want me to get Egon down here?” I asked reaching for my bottle of Coke. After I leaned back in my wheely chair, Ray's head hit the bottom of my desk, he peaked up at me like I was crazy for suggestioning it. “No!” he gave me his cute little smile before diving back under. “I got this Honey”

“You said that thirty minutes ago,” I pointed out then sipped on the straw that was in my glass bottle. I held the straw between my teeth and pushed my chair back as he sat up. He gave me and grumpy look and sat on his knees between mine.

“sip?” I grind, holding out my coke bottle to him. He cracked a smile and took the bottle and chugged half of it before giving it back.

He pointed at me. “now, I know what I'm doing... It's just taking longer than expected” he said then dove back under the desk.

I picked my book up and continued the chapter, as dove back into the story I couldn't help but chuckle at Ray's mumbling. “red wire... Blue... Why is there a purple one?”

“okay! I think I got it,” came Ray’s voice from under the desk, he bumped my knee as he moved around. I had to resist the urge to playfully kick him in butt again.

“hand me the Philips screw driver will ya,” as handed him the The screwdriver the door to the firehouse suddenly opened, and our new rookie walked in. He had a cocky smile when he saw me behind the desk, he was clueless about who was under it though.

The new rookie was John, he was Peter's little cousin. He had been kicked out of the army and Peter's aunt was tired of him staying at home unemployed, so she sent him here to work.

He's a real pain in the ass and everyone(including Peter) knew it. He had broken his protonpack twice since he's been here and he's not very good at listing. And don't even bring up the time he let Slimer out to Peter.

“Hey, there beautiful” he smirked, Ray sighed and continued to work on the phone. “so I scanned the apartment with Egon's do-hickey and I couldn't find anything.” he said, approaching the desk. “I think that old Broad is crazy.

I offered him a small smile, he knew I was with Ray, hell we've been together since college. I was never fazed by John's blunt flurting. My eyes quickly shot down when I felt Ray shift under the desk, but he made no move to get out from under it.

“Well, that apartment complex has had many sightings, did you find anything else?” I asked try to sound like a professional co-worker, he's the only one I felt like I needed to do that with.

The man leaned on the desk. “no... But hay, I could be wrong. How about you and I check it out again then maybe grab some dinner after words.”

My eyes widened and before I could answer Ray’s hands grined both of my thighs. I quickly covered up my surprise with a chuckle. “I make a point not to go out with co-workers”

“so, were you just banging Stantz for kicks?”

“john,” I repeated, pointedly ignoring the feeling of Ray’s head sliding in between my legs, my hand dropped down and gripped his hair, signaling him to stop.

Ray's hand sliding up the inside of my Jean covered thigh then unbuttoned my jeans. “john, you know I'm with Ray” I said quickly then shut my mouth before I made a sound I would regret. I then took a deep breath when I felt Ray's fingers running over my panties. I lifed my leg and gently hit his hip with my foot, he didn't let up.

John gave me a cheeky smile, that's when you knew you were about it hear something real idiotic or cocky. “come on baby-”

“you wouldn't know what to do with me even if I came with instructions” I said cutting him off, Ray chuckled aginst my clothed core sending pleasurable vibrations.

I quickly put my hand down on the table with a bit too much force. Ray didn't get the message and just pushed aside my panties and was now lightly teasing me his fingertips.

John smirked and leaned over the desk. “you'd be surprised what I know”

“I-I'm sure” I tried to say sarcastically. I had about enough of him and at this point Ray. I tried my best to keep my voice normal, but with Ray toying with me, I ended the sentence with a squeak when I felt Ray's fingers enter me.

John now looked concerned. “Are you alright?”

I sent him a straight smile “Fine! Fine. But I'm serious... I'm not interested” I said in a more serious tone, even though I felt Ray tugging at my jeans, I stubly shifted and lifted my hips so he could slide whatever he wanted off. I had to choke down a squeak when I felt his lips on the inside of my thigh, his teeth lightly nipping at my sensative skin. I reached down silently beaging him to stop with a tug on his hair, but we both know I didn't really want him to stop.

“Take a hike kid!” Ray suddenly said, making John bounce back from the desk. “What the-”

I shrugged and With that, John jogged up the steps annoyed.

“Raymond!” I said threw my teeth and I pushed my chair back, he pulled me to the edge of the seat and bury his face between my legs. “What the hell was that?”

“I didn’t like how he was talking to you,” he mumbled. My head fell back when His toung licked a stripe up my clit, my hand fell to the back of his neck

“I don't like the way he looks at you” he mumbled aginst my thigh

I let out a wimper as I tugged on his brown hair. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was jealous. But Ray's not the jelouse type... Maybe protective. It was hot to see my sweet boyfriend so possessive. But quite frankly, I couldn't think straight enough right now to worry about it. Ray was busy thrusting his tongue as far as he could while his thumb rubbed my clit gently. As much as I loved his touch, I needed more.

“R-Ray, please, I need you,” I wimpered as my hips instinctively started bucking up against his face. He rough hands fell fell to my hips and gribed tightly. “hang on Baby.. Cum for me first”

I threw my head back and moaned as he sealed his lips over the spot I need him the most, he sucked while his two fingers rubbed my clit. He always knew how to make me a moaning mess, saying his name like it's a prayer. At this point in our relationship he knew my body better than I did.

With his fingers pumping and curling and his tongue relentlessly teasing, along with the sight of him on his knees and his face between my legs, I felt myself quickly hurtling toward the edge.

“oh God... Ray, I'm so close,” I moaned, arching my back and into his face for some extra friction. He wasn't having that and one of his hand reached up to hold me in place.

He hummed while his tongue flicked quickly over my clit. He added a third finger and curled them up to the spot that had me seeing stars. He let out a grunt as my walls clenching around his fingers.

“Ray...” I Whispered as he continued to pump his fingers as he helped worked through my orgasm, he became so gentle once again. I gently carded my finger though his hair, trying relaxe. He gently kissed my stomach and slowly pulled his fingers out to lick them clean. I couldn't help but watch him intently as I cought my breath. He smirked as he ducked back down between my thighs and licked my folds clean, catching every last drop like it'll was the last time he'd ever be able to do it.

When he was done he rested his cheek on the side of my knee and stared at me with his usual puppy eyes. My fingers left his hair and slid down to his cheek, he nuzzled into it warmth. “hmm, I love you” he said in a raspy voice. His hand found mine and pulled it from his cheek to kiss my palm.

“so... You don't go out with co-workers?” Ray asked sarcastically as he nuzzled his nose into my knee, he kissed it then rested his chin on it so our eyes met. He had his big dopey smile that I loved so much.

I rolled my eyes as I leaned down and kissed his forehead. “we've been dating since Columbia, before we became co-workers.”

I quickly sliped my jeans back on and Ray stood up then put both arms on the arm rests of my chair, trapping me in, his lips pressed to mine for a heated kiss. “the Kid needs to know his place, your mine”

“Peter needs to stop being afraid of his aunt and fire the kid” he mumbled aginst my lips.

I smirked into the kiss and pulled him closer by the collar of his flannel. “were you jelouse Mr. Stantz?”

He bit my lip gently, making me squeek. “I don't get jelouse”

He nuzzled his nose against mine, making me giggle. I loved it when he did that, it was always a small gesture of love we had since day one. Before he got back on his knees he gulped down the rest of my coke and dove back under the desk.

“if you get the phone fixed we can order Chinese and watch a movie” I said handing him his wire striper tool.

“sounds good... Can you hold the flashlight for me please?” he said.

“We're back!” Peter called out as I turned on the flashlight for Ray. I looked up and smiled at Peter.

He was carrying a smoking trap and behind him was a slime covered Winston, I couldn't help but chuckle. Peter must have noticed something because he chuckled and handed the trap to Winston. He lefted and Peter folded his arms on the table and leaved over the opposing side of me.

He looked down and the desk and rested his chin in his hand innocently. I looked around trying to get one step ahead of him. I mently kicked myself in the ass when I saw my underwear on the floor next to the wheels of my chair, as stupid as it sounds I forgot to put them on before my jeans.

Peter knocked on the desk, making Ray hit his hesd. “Oh Ray... Did ya get the phone fixed Or did you get distracted?”

The three of us had been close since college, so if it was anyone else besides Peter I'd probably crawl up in a ball and die of embarrassment. Than a again our best friend wasn't planning on letting this go either.

Ray came out of his hiding place and stood on his feet, he wobled a bit getting up. He set the screw driver down, staring at Peter with roasy cheeks.

“you know I'm gonna hold this over your heads for a long time, right?” he chucked. Ray nodded with a straight smile. Peter laughed and slapped his shoulder. “glad you got some though, but seriously we need the phone fixed”

Ray nodded as Peter went upstairs to change. Ray looked back at me and smile. “I can fix it”

I gave him a smile and nodded. “I know Sweetheart”

#Ray stantz x reader #Ray stantz smut #Ray stantz imagines #Ray stantz #Ghostbusters smut #Ghostbusters imagines #dan akroyd #Peter Venkman x reader

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mommieswithmuscles · 1 year ago

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Dom!AbbySub!Reader

Free Palestine, don't support Neil

No minors and No men

For @whore4abby <3

CW: Strap warming, rough sex, dirty talk, dumbification, lots of spit and drool, college!AU, begging, praise with degradation, calling the strap a cock/dick, fingering for maybe three seconds, blow job, face fucking, hand kink, size kink

Title: I Need You, Please

You come home from work, still smelling like pastries and coffee. You put your bag by the door, kick off your shoes, then go into your room to change. Once settled, you look for your dorm mate and girlfriend.

Abby doesn't pay you any mind, only pushing her glasses further up her nose, typing away at her laptop. "Baby I'm home." You rub on her thigh, kissing her cheek. "You're still working on this?"

"It's my last essay before finals. It's due," she clicks out of the current tab to her assignment page. "I have until Friday."

"It's Sunday, you'll get it done." You gently pull her to kiss you, her jaw moving against your palm giving you butterflies as it does every time you kiss.

"Thank you love, but I really need to focus. I have dinner in the fridge if you haven't eaten yet." She nods to the kitchen before clicking back to her essay.

"You're the best!" You give her a teasing tug to her braid, smiling to yourself at the small hum she bites her lip to hide.

You almost choke at how fast you eat the lovely pasta she prepared, still partially warm. You note she recently put it away. It makes you smile.

When you finish, you clean your dishes, returning back to her. "Abs?"

"Darling?" Her lip quirks up at you in a shy smile. "Was it good?"

"Mhm, really good." You worm your way into her lap, playing with the baby hairs at her nape.

"Everything ok?" You bury your face in her neck as she thrusts into you to readjust her sitting situation to comfortably type. You smirk to yourself at the lustful noise you let out once settled.

"You're not wearing your strap." You pout at her, pushing at her shoulders so she can see your face.

"I didn't plan on my pretty girl to act like a whore as soon as she came home. I'll make you a deal. Go fetch it, come back in one of those pretty skirts instead of my boxers," she flicks your thigh (though you both know she goes feral for you in her clothes) "and decide if you want to wear a pretty bra or not. When I get done, I'll fuck you silly. Sound fair?"

"More than fair." You bite her earlobe as you get off her lap, giggling when her big hand cups your ass, nearly shoving you off her lap.

You decide on a pastel pink miniskirt that shows off your very wet pussy. Digging through the toy box you pick out a rainbow harness and your favorite dildo: the nine inch girthy pink one with decent vein protrusions. You slip the dildo into the harness before skipping back to Abby.

Abby watches you come down the hall, her pants and cute batman boxers shucked down around her ankles. Her tank top was also discarded leaving her in her stupidly hot black Nike sports bra.

"Look at you sweetheart. All cute, just for me?" She kisses your cheeks as you drop the harness in her lap. "Do you want to buckle me in, or just ride?"

"Lift that sexy ass of yours." You command. She winks, lifting herself just enough you get the rainbow fabric latched and adjusted to fit. "You're so beautiful in the final moments before I turn you into a dumb bitch."

"And you're ravishing as you take me like I'm simply a toy for you to use." She pats her lap when she's settled on the couch again. You wiggle your hips slowly, sensually, allowing your wetness to drop down your thigh before moving to back up onto the strap.

"Wait wait, hold on there. You're forgetting something." Abby lowers you to your knees, knocking your thighs open with her socked foot. "Be a good girl and get it nice and wet so you don't hurt that delicate pussy of yours."

"You mean your little pussy, right?" You wiggle your butt again, tongue out as you kitten lick the lovely cock in your face.

"Yeah that's right, all mine." Abby holds your jaw wide as you slurp down her dick, eyes rolling and hips slightly jerking up as the base of the dick bumps her clit. You hum around the length, your nails coming up her calf to bite her rough skin.

Abby lets you get adjusted to the first few inches, gently thrusting into your waiting throat. Huffs and grunts pass her lips as you look up at her from under your lashes. She's been staring into your eyes the entire time you've been on the floor. You slobber enough to gargle, letting her know you're ready.

Slow thrusts turn into sloppy fucking as you slurp, moan, and salivate down her cock. Your cunt clenches around nothing as your arousal drips all over the sock keeping you parted. Your spit mixes with Abby's wetness on the soft red couch cushion. Abby pants to a stop, gently guiding you off with a pop!

You stand on wobbly legs, your hands gripping her knees for support as her hands hold your waist. "Let me feel you." Her left hand slides to your upper thigh. You nod for her to continue. Her large fingers dip into your sobbing cunt, you moan and grind down onto them. "Not so fast love." She sucks her fingers clean before rotating you so your ass is facing her. "Such a beautiful pussy, all for me." She spits a heavy glob onto your hole, rolling your clit between her fingers as you slowly bottom out on her strap.

You can't hold the sighs and whimpers that gasp through your lips, moaning softly as you settle into her lap. You let out a mewl as she gets comfortable under you. "F-Fuck-k, baby-" you sigh. "You're so big."

"Just for you." She kisses your shoulder as she focuses back on her paper. You watch her big hands work the keyboard with precision. You can't control the way your pussy squeezes on her big, fat cock with the rhythm of her fingers. "Cum as much as you want. I want you to enjoy my big dick as much as I'm enjoying this tiny little cunt."

"I'm- I'm all yours!" Your breath catches as her hips buck once, to claim you.

"I'm yours too, my love." Her lips press hard kisses into all the sensitive places on your neck, her eyes never once leaving the screen.

You listen to the way she mumbles her words into you, worrying the flow between her lips and teeth. Her tongue meets your skin with each syllable.

When she finishes the paragraph she hits save three times before closing her laptop. She shifts around inside your used cunt as she moves her school supplies to the floor with care. Your fourth orgasm spills between your shaking legs onto hers and the couch. "You ready to give me your pretty little pussy?" Her large hands hold your bare tits as Abby guides you to be supported by the beautiful cherry wood coffee table she hand crafted in her shop class.

"It's yours it's yours, take it, take me!" You whine out, gripping the far edge of the table. Your sensitive nipples rub just perfectly against the smooth finished and fine polished wood.

"Let me hear that stupid mouth of yours." She spits on her fingers, shoving them into your mouth before absolutely demolishing your little hole. As your moans become more pornographic she takes her hand back, sucking her own fingers clean. Her hips jog and buck so deep and so wonderful into you.

Her own grunts and soft moans reach your ears over the wet sloshing and skin colliding, over the sound of your dripping onto the hard wood. A few rough intakes of air are fruitless as Abby's needy drool hits your back anyways, her still wet fingers picking up the sticky substance and pushing it between your lips.

"You ok down there? You so cock dumb you can't even beg anymore? I hear the strain in your voice. You need any water?" You don't respond, just push your hips even harsher into hers, your cheeks clapping on her pelvis. "Do I need to stop so you can answer me?" Her voice is growly and gravely, telling you she's holding her orgasm until you're satisfied.

"Augh!" You try to speak, knees thumping quickly against the floor as you cum again. Your fist bangs on the table, a thumbs up, your signal to her saying you're ok. Saying you're good to keep going.

"One more for me. That ok you stupid bitch? One more for me?" You nod with fever, gasping and panting as she doesn't let up. She smirks to herself seeing the puddle of drool and sweat under you. "Fuuckkk" she drawls, "you're so beautiful in the dumbest way. Much like these slutty little legs you can't keep your mouth shut either, that right?" You can only pound your fist for the attention with your thumb to the ceiling.

Your voice is gone and shrill at your last orgasm, legs kicking towards her furiously as she pushes you past the edge of too far. You feel her cum down your thighs, slowing to a stop with her hips pressed to your ass as her orgasm tapers off.

"You ok pretty girl?" She kisses your red cheeks, pushing your sloppy bangs off your sticky forehead. You nod into her palm, swallowing thick.

"M' fn'" you gasp out, voice as fucked as your pussy.

"Ok baby. Let's get you washed up, and some water to help soothe your beautiful voice." Slow and wet kisses leave a trail of her slobber on your neck as she pulls out. Your pussy lets out an obscene squelch followed by a loud spill and gushy plop as your juices join your mess on the floor.

#abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby anderson #smut #abby smut #no men allowed #no minors allowed

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daisynik7 · 1 year ago

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The Takada-Chan Mall Concert

Pairing: Aoi Todo x f!reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: ~2.1k

cw: explicit language, suggestive dialogue, switching POVs (reader is in 2nd person, Todo is in 3rd)

Summary: Your first ever Takada-Chan concert doesn't go as planned.

Author's Notes: Hello everybody, here's the first chapter! Just a few background details - Todo is 22, already graduated from Kyoto Jujutsu High, and is working as a full-fledged Jujutsu Sorcerer. Reader is also 22, graduated from university, taking the summer off before starting work in the fall. Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated, thank you for reading!

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The day has finally arrived: Your very first Takada-Chan concert! You’ve been dreaming of this ever since you started following the pop idol a few years ago, during the start of university. Although some would consider you a relatively new fan, your love and dedication to the Tall Idol is unmatched, you’re sure of it. You know her favorite food (goatfish), her favorite drink (room temperature sake), her favorite color (black), her blood type (AB negative)…The list goes on and on.

It’s the summer before you officially start your big girl job in the fall. College has kicked your ass the past 4 years, so you treat yourself with a well-deserved summer break. Now, you have the next three months to attend every possible Takada event near you, starting with this concert. She’s hosting a very exclusive performance at the mall in her hometown, which is conveniently only 15 minutes away from you. Tickets sold out online within minutes, but you managed to snag two for you and your best friend, Sara, who only agreed to go with you to keep you company. She understands that these types of events can be…well, as she puts it bluntly:

“A sausage-fest.”

She stares at you with her arms crossed as you pack your bag with binoculars and a mini sign with Takada’s face on it. “Ugh, binoculars? Really? The concert is in a mall, you’ll see her just fine!”

“You never know! I just want to be prepared.”

“I still don’t get why you’re so obsessed with this woman,” Sara says, rolling her eyes. “It’s not like you’re in love with her or anything.”

You smile at your friend. “I know, but she’s just so cool. I love her confidence! And her music is so catchy, even you can’t deny that.”

She rolls her eyes again, chuckling. “Yeah okay, her music is pretty good. But I don’t think you’re fully prepared for how much of a sausage-fest this is gonna be.”

“I don’t care. No man is getting in my way today. Us girls are going to stick together. Women supporting women!”

‘Yeah yeah, I’m still bringing my brass knuckles though.”

~~~

The day has finally arrived: Todo’s first Takada-Chan concert of the summer. He’s been to 9 concerts already, including the 4 he’s imagined in his head. There’s no doubt in his mind that it’s going to be the best one yet.

He bought an extra ticket for his bestie and brother, Yuji Itadori, who’s currently at the mall, saving a spot for him while he finishes getting ready. He inspects himself in the mirror, flexing his biceps smiling, very satisfied with his appearance. With one more quick armpit check, he heads out. At the mall, there’s already dozens of people surrounding the windows, trying to sneak a peek inside. “Ha, you dweebs didn’t get tickets in time,” Todo says smugly, waving his tickets in everyone’s face while he goes through the entrance.

The mall is packed with people waiting for the pop idol’s performance. He finds the area where the stage is and scans the crowd until he spots spiky pink hair near the front. “Brother!” he yells, making his way through the sea of people effortlessly, getting a few shouts of protest from some smaller randoms.

Yuji looks up from his phone, greeting him with a smile. “Hey Todo! Man, it’s packed! Didn’t think this many people liked Takada-Chan.”

“Brother, don’t say something so stupid like that again. Of course a lot of people like Takada-Chan.” He slaps Yuji’s back hard, causing the shorter boy to stumble forward slightly.

“Geez, okay, I get it! When is this thing supposed to start, anyways? I’m meeting Kugisaki to go shopping.”

Todo scrolls through his phone, checking Twitter. “Takada-Chan tweeted 20 minutes ago that she’s on her way. Look at her, so adorable.” He shows him his phone, playing a video of the idol doing her signature Taka-Tan Beam, gazing at it lovingly.

Yuji laughs. “Okay, well, I’m gonna go now before this thing gets too crazy. See ya!” He squeezes himself through the crowd as Todo continues to admire Takada’s video on repeat.

~~~

You walk back to the stage area, two corn dogs in hand, when your phone buzzes, displaying a text from Sara. We’ve got a problem.

Your heart sinks as you speed walk faster through the mall, simultaneously stress-eating the food in your grip. It’s only been 10 minutes since you offered to get food for you and Sara while waiting for the concert to begin. What kind of disastrous complication could have occurred in this miniscule amount of time?!

You approach the concert area, the hoard bigger and louder compared to when you left. Sara is near the front of the stage, so you push your way in, stepping through until you hit a wall.

Wait, it’s not a wall.

It’s a person. A very tall and muscular man.

Ah, the problem.

He doesn’t even flinch when you run headfirst into his back, like he didn’t feel it. You rub your forehead, turn your head to face Sara on your left, smirking. “Looks like you literally ran into our problem.”

You’re furious. This guy is MASSIVE. He’s got a least a foot on you, height-wise. But he’s also ripped with muscles. You can’t see above him or around him. All you see is his back muscles. It doesn’t help that the entire audience is packed like sardines, so tight you can’t move to either side of him for a better view. "What happened?” you ask, panicked. “This guy wasn't here before.” You hand a corn dog to Sara, grimacing at the man before you.

"I guess the pink haired dude in front of us saved this guy's spot." She points the corn dog towards him, whispering, “Should I stick my brass knuckles in him? Maybe that will get him to move.”

Naturally, being afraid of confrontation and violence, you respond, "No, no. You’ll get in trouble for that. Let me just talk to him, I guess.”

Sara munches on her treat while you clear your throat, reaching up to poke his shoulder, with no response. You poke a little harder this time and still nothing.

“He’s like a fucking brick wall or something,” you mutter to Sara, who only giggles. With a closed fist, you pound on his back, as if knocking on a door, a very beefy, sturdy door. Finally, he cranes his neck to face you, eyebrows raised.

“Um, hello. Do you think you can move a little? You’re blocking our view.”

This guy doesn’t even have the audacity to turn his body around. He just peers over his shoulder, saying, “Nope,” facing forward again, completely disregarding you.

“So you’re just going to block our view the whole time?” you remark, annoyed.

He scoffs, still not looking at you. “Not my problem.”

Who is this fucking jerk?!

From the corner of your eye, you notice Sara brandishing her brass knuckles, ready to pounce. You shield her with your arm, stopping her. “Don’t. Let’s just wait and see what happens when Takada-Chan comes out.” You feel like you’re stuck between a rock and a hard place. Literally.

A few minutes pass and the crowd around you starts screaming in excitement. Takada-Chan must be walking on stage now, though you wouldn’t know because this guy’s back is taking up your entire view. The rest of the fans are so squished together that you’re practically nose-to-back with this guy. Luckily, he has no body odor; he actually smells quite nice.

“Can you see anything?” you ask Sara.

“Yeah, she’s on stage now. She’s just waving to the crowd as her mic gets set up.”

“What is she wearing?”

“A red and white baseball tee with flared jeans that has jewels on the side,” Sara answers.

You pout. “Ugh, she’s so cool! If only I could see her!”

“Let’s switch spots, c’mon.” Sara tries to move behind you as you shift to your left. Music plays and Takada-Chan starts singing her current smash hit “Love Gem”, which you are absolutely obsessed with. Now in a position to actually see your favorite idol, you retrieve the Takada sign out of your bag, ready to enjoy the concert. Before you can, the jerk in front of you begins swaying side-to-side in time with the music, singing loudly, and badly. Every time he swings to the left, your view gets obscured again. You shoot a look to Sara, who just laughs at your misfortune.

You try your best to appreciate the rest of the performance, getting glimpses of the pop idol whenever the swaying moron moves out the way. When it’s over, Takada-Chan delivers her signature Taka-Tan Beam, resulting in shrieks of glee from the audience. The boulder in front of you yells, “I love you, Takada-Chan! It’s me, Aoi Todo! Your future husband!” He waves his arms back and forth, vying for her attention.

As you wait for the crowd to disperse, you shout to Sara, “As if Takada-Chan will ever marry an idiot like that.”

All of a sudden, he turns around to face you. He’s more massive and menacing from the front. The most noticeable feature about him is the huge scar running down the left side of his face. A tiny corner of your brain wonders what the story behind that is. “What did you call me?” he growls.

Shit. You didn’t think he could hear you. He’s a jerk anyways, so no need to be nice. “I called you an idiot, idiot,” you sneer, with the smuggest grin.

He glares at you. “I’ll have you know that I have an IQ of 530,000. You normies could never compare.” His voice is dripping with arrogance and cockiness, it makes your blood boil.

“Normies? You some kind of god or something?”

“Heh, you could call me god-like, I suppose,” he winks at you, smirking.

You roll your eyes, hard. “Charming. Well, I hope you had fun getting ignored by your 'future wife'. Thanks to you, I didn’t even get to see her since your ginormous body was blocking me the entire time!” You’re seething now. Sara stands beside you, wide eyed but enjoying the show. If there was popcorn, she would be stuffing her face with it right now.

“It’s not my fault you couldn’t save yourself a better spot. Maybe next time, plan better. If you are a true Takada fan, you would do whatever it takes. That’s why I’m the superior Takada-Chan fan.” Both his thumbs point towards himself, puffing out his chest.

“Please, you think you’re the superior fan? Don’t make me laugh.”

“I’ve known her since middle school, so yeah, I think that makes me the biggest fan!”

“I doubt that, you’re probably making this up!”

“I’m not! She rejected me in middle school, but I know she’ll come around in a few years once she retires! Then we’ll finally be together!”

This guy is truly delusional. “You think Takada-Chan will ever marry someone like you? Get real!”

You're both going at it like a tennis match, Sara's eyes darting back and forth between the two contenders.

“Don’t tell me you’re in love with Takada-Chan too? I will crush you if you get in my way!” he yells.

“I’m not in love with her, I admire her! I aspire to be her!”

“Ha, don’t make me laugh. You’ll never be like Takada-Chan, shorty.”

“I’m not talking about her looks; I’m talking about her personality!”

“Well, it doesn’t look like you have much going on there either!”

“Asshole!”

“Loser!”

“Okay you two, stop!” Sara intervenes, physically placing herself in between you and the ogre. “As much fun as it is to see you both go ballistic at each other, people are starting to stare. Now break it up.”

Your face is so hot, you feel steam coming out of your ears. What a fucking asshole.

He looks at Sara and tells her, “You better control your girl. She shouldn’t be messing with someone like me.”

“Oh, is that a threat? Come at me, I will fuck you up!” You’re ready to throw hands at this fucking prick until Sara restrains you, letting him walk away, chuckling.

“You have seriously got to calm down. Don’t let a dick like him get to you,” Sara says, still holding you back.

All you do is grunt at her. Who does this moron think he is to talk to people like that? As you make your way towards the exit of the mall, you hope with all your Takada filled heart that you never have to run into that guy ever again.

#aoi todo #aoi todo x reader #aoi todo fanfiction #aoi todo x you #todo aoi x reader #todo aoi x you #todo aoi #jjk x reader #jjk todo #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #idol fan wars #idol fan wars series #aoi toudou #jjk fanfic

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lily-alphonse · 5 months ago

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Sam/Haley?

(Saley? 🤭)

Saley? Or Ham. LMAO

Hmmmmmmm this one. This one irks me. They sure would be pretty though.

I'm itching to put them in some kind of AU because my mind screams that they don’t make sense in their current context. There has to be an inciting factor like both working as camp counselors in a nearby town or going to college together or something. (Or… Scooby Doo AU? A little Fred/Daphne dynamic perhaps?)

Like maybe Haley has considered it, kinda liked the rogue skater, class clown thing Sam had going on. But she was always expected to be with the star athlete.

Ok wait maybe the inciting incident is Alex coming out as gay. That could work. Farmer shows up, we have an “oh no he’s HOT 😩” moment and Haley is left in the dust.

She’s pissed at first but then realizes she’s free. She can truly do whatever she wants. Who is going to care, now that the rumor mill is abuzz with Alex’s scandal?

She experiments with her fashion. Tries new hobbies. She goes to visit Emily at work and even gets a little tipsy and dances. And one Friday night she sees Sam there playing pool with Sebastian and she can’t help herself. He’s so fucking tall and edgy, it’s an exciting kind of intimidating. But Haley can be intimidating too, despite her size.

“Sebastian. Sam.” She greets them both with her arms crossed and an easy smile.

“Uh. Hi.” Sebastian is the first to respond, straightening up from where he was lining up a shot.

“In light of recent events I feel the need to ask if either of you are gay,” Haley starts.

“What?” Sebastian asks in disbelief.

“No,” Sam says immediately.

Haley meets his eyes with a predatory sort of smile. “Alright, prove it. Dance with me.”

Sam kind of chuckles and bites his lip, looking over at Sebastian. “Man I know we’re in the middle of something but…”

Sebastian rolls his eyes and points to Haley. “You, wait there two turns. If you still want him after I kick his ass you can have him for tonight.”

Haley chuckles. “Deal.”

It’s actually kind of torture, in a good way. She has a front row seat to watch his body move, his eyebrows furrow and tongue sticking out when he’s concentrating.

She doesn’t know much about pool, so she doesn’t care that Sebastian is right about kicking his ass. All she cares about is the man rounding the table to meet her, as Sebastian goes off to find Abby.

“Hi,” Sam says with a cheeky smile down at her. He isn’t shy, getting close and personal already.

“Hi,” she gives him her best flirty smile.

“Still up to dance with a loser?”

“Can’t really be considered a loser with the hottest girl in here on your arm.”

He chuckles at that, taking her hand to guide them to the dancefloor. She’s caught a bit off-guard by his forwardness but damn if it isn’t sexy as hell. And his hand is big 🫠

His hands move to her waist on the dancefloor and they sway with some distance between them to continue speaking.

“I don’t know how you can be so confident about that by the way," He says once their settled into a rhythm.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I mean, just look at Pam. You’ve got some stiff competition.”

“Oh har-har very funny,” she rolls her eyes but fights a smile.

“Ooo tough crowd.”

“I’m tough to please.”

“I can imagine. But correct me if I’m wrong Princess, seems like you’re already sold on me.”

The sudden nickname almost gets her flustered. She decides to ignore it. Ignore it and definitely not file it away in her brain to obsess over later. “Not sold at all, that’s why I asked for a dance and not your hand in marriage.”

“I see. This is my test drive then?”

“You could call it that.”

“You look beautiful.”

It’s obviously a line. But it comes so suddenly that Haley does get flustered this time. “I know,” she blurts, and then, “thank you.”

His smile widens at her blush. “I’m serious, I like the new look. You seem more like yourself.”

“Myself? And how would you know?” she raises a perfect eyebrow at him as its his turn to get sheepish.

“Oh, well I just mean like, I don’t know. It suits you. You seem happier.”

She thinks about that, looking at his shirt instead of his eyes. She has been feeling happier. She sighs and leans into Sam, closing the distance between them to lay her head against his pounding chest. He stops swaying, surprised. She smiles at how fast his heart is going under his facade.

“I am happier, I think.”

DAMN OK I DONE GONE AN CONVINCED MYSELF LMAO these two are kinda fire ngl I think theyd both be sassy and flirty the banter is top tier

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 8 months ago

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AITA for telling my mom I don't like it when she slaps my ass? potential tw

so I (22 trans m) currently live with my mom (65), and I've always had issues with how she interacts with my body. today she woke me up to try on a pair of pants I bought yesterday before she washed them, and I asked her if she could stop staring at me while I took my pajama pants off to try on the jeans. she pushed back and laughed it off saying it didn't matter, so I had to change in front of her cause she refused to leave the room. this has happened many times before where she insists on watching me change, even when I'm completely naked, despite me asking her not to.

I put the pants on and she immediately comes over to inspect how they fit for herself, tugging on the waistband and looking them over, then promptly slaps my ass. I immediately recoil and tell her I didn't like it and I want her to stop, and she scoffs and rolls her eyes at the suggestion. I tell her it's weird because we've had this conversation before since her slapping my ass is a frequent occurrence, and like usual, she insists there's nothing weird about it because she's my mother and she isn't doing it to be sexual. when she does this, she usually says, "I birthed that ass, so I'm allowed to slap that ass if I want to." I tried to tell her that I'n an adult and I should be allowed to tell her when I don't like something she does to me, and I was visibly pissed off and kicked her out of my room to go back to bed.

I could hear her in the other room walking around saying loudly, "ohh, so I'M aaaaalways the problem. I'm the problem, of course," in like a mocking tone because she clearly thinks I'm in the wrong. I know she's an asshole for a lot of other reasons (she's pretty transphobic and doesn't respect my name, pronouns, or that I'm on hormones, and she frequently takes out her anger issues on me by yelling at me if I even look at her wrong when she's mad), but this one has been bothering me a lot since I moved back home after college (I'm also unemployed and wouldn't be able to move out for a while despite already wanting to get away from her)

for further context, she's always had a specific way of interacting with my body that I think is weird but she refuses to see it. she insisted on personally bathing me into middle school, then continued to say that I needed her help to shower correctly even up to now, so she frequently walks into my bathroom or bedroom when I'm entirely naked and will look my body over and I'm not a fan of it. she also still tries to force her way into changing rooms if we go shopping together so that she can have the final say in how I look in clothes, and she never even wants to turn around or wait outside while I strip.

I've tried to get her to stop before but she keeps doing it, insisting that she's my mother so she's allowed to, even though I'm an adult who hasn't lived with her for the past four years and is very autonomous, so it's not like she still does everything for me. she also pushes back and says that if I think it's weird then it must mean I've been assaulted before and that's why I don't like it when she touches me. I'm also autistic and don't like frequent hugs or any kind of touching and she doesn't like it when I tell her to stop doing that too, but her slapping my ass and insisting on seeing me naked is the stuff that really bothers me, the rest I tolerate just so I don't have to argue with her all the time.

I've asked friends before if they think it's weird she does this, but she's so insistent that she should be able to touch me whenever and however she wants just because she's my mom and that she can look at me naked because she birthed me and has seen me naked before, so why is it different now that I'm a full on adult. I honestly don't know who's in the wrong for this specific thing and if I'm over exaggerating like my mom says I am, but I'm so sick of her touching me when I tell her not to that I needed to poll answers, so:

am I the asshole for telling my mom to stop slapping my ass and insisting on looking at me while I'm naked despite being an adult and asking her not to?

#aita #am i the asshole

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oddinary4bts · 2 years ago

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The Forgotten Spaces | ch 12 (jjk)

☆summary: you've been dancing on the same dance crew since your teenage years, and you finally have an important role in it. It feels like life is taunting you when your rival comes back after disappearing for a year, ready to tease you every chance he gets. Will the teasing turn into more, or are you going to take him down with you?

☆pairing: photographer and dancer!Jungkook x dancer!female reader

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI, there is mature content in this chapter)

☆genre: slow (SLOW) burn enemies to lovers, college!au, slice of life!au, angst (oop), smut and fluff

☆warnings: a conversation about Laura, details about Jungkook's accident (he says what happens and gives details, it's towards the end of the chapter if the subject is heavy for you!), curse words, domestic ass fluff that will make you go :))))), explicit content: jerking off, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (do not be stupid)

☆word count: 8k

☆series masterpost here

☆a/n: I think this one is also one of my favourite chapters! I hope you enjoy reading <3 Thank you to @moonleeai for her beta reading on this fic, I won't ever thank you enough, you're the best <3

☆Read What Was Hidden here, the fic that inspired this whole story, written by @daechwitatamic, one of my fav human beings on this app <3 It follows the story of Jo and Taehyung before The Forgotten Spaces

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For this meeting of our end of the world

It's with you that I want to sing

On the threshold of the memories the dead of today

Them that breathe for us

The forgotten spaces

Je t'écris - Gaston Miron (rough translation by me)

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Saturday, October 20th

You’re exhausted. You haven’t been able to move from the spot you’ve been sitting on the counter of your new apartment. Jiho and Hobi have finished making the coffee table you got at Ikea earlier this week, and they’re currently chilling on the couch, though they’re about to leave. Jisung and Felix took care of the desk in your room, and they left about five minutes ago, since they had a dinner to get to. At the moment, Jungkook is nowhere to be seen, and you reckon you appreciate the little bit of peace.

Moving day has made Jungkook far too excited for the anxiety that’s been coursing through your blood. Especially when you had to go to your mother’s house this morning. You’ve ignored every call of hers since she first started calling you last week, choosing to remove yourself entirely from her life.

At least for now, though you’re pretty sure you won’t go back on your decision, considering she’s kicked you out of the house.

You’ve listened to her voicemails though. Most of them were just her asking when you were going to move, though one of them was about a dinner at your aunt’s house that she wanted you to attend. You have an okay relationship with your aunt, you do, but not enough to choose to go when you know your mother will be there. So you decided not to go last night, and your aunt texted you to go grab a coffee sometime this week instead.

You were putting away your new dishes that you’ve just washed in the washing machine when you decided to sit on the counter, too exhausted to take care of the glasses too. It’s then that Jiho raises her head, glancing at you.

“Do you want some take-out for dinner?” she asks. “We were thinking we could eat here before we go.”

Jungkook’s head appears in the doorway to your room. “I’m down for take-out.”

You snort, and he smiles at you. It’s like your brain malfunctions – you forget that Jiho has asked you a question until she repeats it.

“Oh,” you let out. “Sure! But you guys can’t stay over late, I want an early night.”

Hobi laughs, glancing between you and Jungkook. “Right, an early night.”

Jiho slaps his thigh, and he just laughs again, shaking his head. You’re too tired to find a retort, so you just shrug your shoulders, meeting Jungkook’s gaze again.

You don’t even know if he’s sleeping over tonight. You haven’t talked about it, yet the thought that he’d stay… it makes your first night sleeping in your apartment less scary.

“What do you guys want?” Jiho asks after she’s pulled her phone from her black tote bag. “I was thinking fried chicken.”

The fact that the last time you ate fried chicken was months ago, with Jungkook, makes your heart beat just a little louder in your chest. Only he can notice, and a knowing smile grows on his lips.

“Sure, I’m down,” you agree, and Jungkook’s smile turns into a grin.

Jiho nods, and then she’s ordering the food. You jump off from the counter, moving towards your fridge as Jungkook walks out of your room, making his way to you. When he stops next to you, he gently bumps his shoulder into yours, right as you’re opening the fridge door.

“What?” you ask him.

He tilts his head to the side, looking at you with those big doe eyes of his. “Nothing.”

You narrow your eyes in suspicion. “What do you mean, nothing?”

“I mean nothing,” he says, shrugging his shoulders. He winks at you as you just furrow your brows. “Unless…”

You wait for him to continue, but he falls silent. “Unless what?”

He purses his lips, before pulling on his piercing. You can feel Jiho’s gaze on you, but you do your best to ignore it. “Am I…” He pauses, long enough for a smirk to blossom on his mouth. “Am I sleeping over tonight?”

You look up to the sky, faking annoyance. “Uh, please don’t.”

His mouth falls open and your gaze drops back to him, and it’s your turn to wink at him.

“Alright then, I’m not sleeping over.” He folds his arms on his chest, standing tall with a frown on his features.

You laugh at his expression, and one of your hands darts to his inked forearm. You try to force him to unfold his arms, but he doesn’t budge, as he’s clearly far stronger than you are.

“I’m just teasing you,” you say, pouting as you offer him the best puppy eyes you can muster up.

He chuckles. “I know.”

You don’t move for a few seconds, content just looking at each other, but then the fridge makes a sound as you’ve been holding the door open for too long. It startles you a little, and you both laugh as you turn to reach for a water bottle.

“We should get beer,” Jungkook suggests, and his eyes slide to Hobi, who perked up the minute beer was mentioned.

“We have to, with the chicken.”

“I’m not going out, but feel free to go grab some if you want,” you tell the boys. “I don’t really drink beer anyway.”

“What about sangria?” Jungkook says teasingly, and your cheeks flush red.

“No sangria tonight.”

He pouts. “Why not?”

“Sangria is a Thirsty Thursday drink. It’s Saturday.”

“I mean,” Jiho lets out. “I’d be down for sangria.”

Hobi jumps up from the couch – it was delivered earlier today. It’s an L-shaped grey couch, that you wouldn’t have been able to afford hadn’t it been for your father.

“We can make it ourselves!” Hobi exclaims. “I’ve been told I make the best sangria.”

“Nu-uh,” Jungkook says, shaking his head no. “Yoongi makes the best sangria, you just stole his recipe.”

Hobi chuckles. “Still counts.”

Your eyes slide to Jungkook, and he catches your gaze. He must have read something on your face, because he steps closer, and he grabs your waist. “Something wrong?” he asks, just for you to hear.

“I love them, but I don’t want to hang out with them tonight,” you admit truthfully. “I’m tired.”

Jungkook seems like he ponders for a time, and when he leans down to press a soft kiss on your forehead, your eyelids flutter shut and you rest your head on his chest.

“What about we grab drinks some other time?” Jungkook suggests, face turned towards your friends on the couch.

Hobi doesn’t get the clue. “We can’t eat fried chicken without beer.”

“Babe, we can,” Jiho says, and she sounds scolding.

It makes you chuckle against Jungkook’s chest, and he wraps his arms around you.

It’s wild. Some part of you never expected to be comfortable with public displays of affection. Mind you, Jiho and Hobi don’t form a big audience. But still, being in Jungkook’s arms right now feels just right, and you already feel a little less exhausted. He’s energizing, when he holds you like this, with the warmth of his body seeping through yours. You just want to stay there for eternity, but it’d be a little selfish, wouldn’t it?

After that, Jiho and Hobi understand that you want to be left alone. They leave after you’ve eaten, wishing you good luck on your first night in your new apartment, and Jiho hugs you tight against her chest, saying that she’s the next one allowed to sleep over here. It makes you laugh, and then you wave your two friends goodbye as they walk down the hallway towards the elevator. You close the door when they turn the corner, before leaning against it.

“Something wrong?” Jungkook asks gently.

“I’m drained.”

He grabs your hand, gently squeezing your fingers. “I can take care of the rest of the dishes, if you want.”

He’s too good to you, but gosh you love it. “You’d do that for me?”

He smiles gently, nodding his head. “Of course. As long as I’m allowed to be the little spoon tonight.”

You laugh, letting him pull you towards the kitchen. “I promise. You can hold Totoro this time around.”

“And not Appa?” he asks, pouting as he glances over his shoulder at you.

You roll your eyes, chuckling. “Both.”

“That’s better.”

As Jungkook finishes emptying the dishwasher, you sit on the counter, leaning against a cupboard. You take a moment to look at him – he’s wearing green cargo pants, with another of his many oversized dark t-shirts. His hair is so long you think you could probably tie it in a ponytail, though you reckon you’re not sure if it would look good on him. Besides, you like his hair untied, especially now that it’s started to curl a little at the ends. It makes him look soft, and it takes everything in you not to reach out between you and run your fingers through his hair.

“How do you feel about being in your own apartment?” he asks as he’s putting glasses away in a cupboard next to you.

You observe him for a few seconds, before letting your gaze slide away to the living room. You haven’t finished decorating yet, but it already feels like home a little, especially with Jungkook by your side.

“I’m happy,” you reveal. “Tired, yes, but I really am happy to finally have my own place.”

He smiles. “I can imagine. When I moved in with the boys I rode a high for a few months before it just became normal.” He chuckles, slightly shaking his head. “It was such a mess at the beginning.”

“It still is,” you point out.

He raises his eyebrows as you turn your head towards him. “Trust me, it’s not half as bad as it used to be.”

You tilt your head to the side. “Why’s that?”

He ponders for a time, and the only sounds in the room are those of the glasses as he puts them away. “Probably because we’ve thrown less parties this semester? Last year we had one almost every week. But I think Jin and Yoongi outgrew the phase.”

“Kinda hard to throw a party when two out of five residents don’t want to,” you say, and he nods his head.

“Exactly.”

He works in silence for a time, as you just yawn next to him. You close your eyes for a few seconds, and really you’re so tired you think you could fall asleep like this. You’re about to do so when Jungkook nudges you gently.

“You gotta move,” he tells you, and he laughs when you whine. “All the other cupboards are full, I need to use the one behind you.”

You crack an eye open, and surely one of his hands is extended towards the cupboard. His inked one is holding a glass and the fondness in his eyes does something to your insides – melts them, the same way metal melts, turning bright and liquid and burning, burning, burning.

You grab the glass out of his hand, putting it next to you. His hand is still extended towards the cupboard, and he’s looking at you with a cocked eyebrow, clearly not understanding what you’re doing.

In all truth, you don’t know what you are doing either. Only know that all the restraints you’ve once had are breaking, melting, popping. The dam is open, and the flood rushes in, washing away all the pain, all the fear you’ve gone through in the last few months. You feel like maybe you’ve drowned, maybe you’re at the bottom of the lake looking up to see the light, to see Jungkook. And if you had to drown to make it to him, then you think it was worth it. It is worth it. Because he puts oxygen in your lungs the way nothing ever did before.

You grab his arm, whining a little again. He chuckles, but doesn’t resist when you pull him towards you. You pull him in, until you’re able to wrap your legs around his waist. The smile on his lips dies slowly as he watches you, sees the look in your eyes. He falls fully serious, and when you pull him down he follows your lead.

The kiss is slow. The kiss is time stopped, eternity awaiting. You feel like you’re everywhere, everything, yesterday and tomorrow. You feel infinite, yet finite like you’re just a punctuated event in the chronology of time. You’re nothing, but you’re also all, and you think Jungkook feels it too.

You know he does, because his hands steadily fall to your waist, and his touch on you is gentle, yet firm. He holds you into your spot, setting your place into the universe to your seat on this counter, with him between your legs.

You cup his cheeks, thumbs brushing his skin as he deepens the kiss, tilting his head to the side. His tongue swipes at your bottom lip, and you sigh as you let him in.

This kiss is the start. But it’s not a start that hurts, like the cataclysm under the stars. It’s a start that makes you think ‘this is it, this is where I was meant to be’. Urgency slides into it, slowly, until passion takes over the two of you. Jungkook’s fingers dig in the supple skin of your hips, and you softly moan in his mouth as he bites at your bottom lip. He lets out a sound similar to yours when you pull him ever so closer, pressing him against you.

You can taste the sauce lingering in his mouth from the fried chicken you ate before Hobi and Jiho left. You’re pretty sure he can taste it in yours too, but you both don’t care, too busy building yourselves anew.

Jungkook pulls away just long enough to breathe in, and then he’s crashing his lips on yours again. If you could choose your Heaven – if such a thing exists, which you highly doubt – it’d be this moment, repeating over and over.

The moment you realize you’re in love. The moment you realize it was all worth it. The moment you realize Jungkook is love, in its purest form. You want to lie in this moment forever, make your bed in it and die right here, right now. Because you know no moments will ever top this, right now.

He’s your heaven.

“Jungkook,” you breathe against his lips.

He pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. “What was that for?”

Your hands move to his hair, get lost in his long locks. “I’m falling for you.”

He doesn’t say anything for so long you start to feel your heart ache. It starts slowly, but soon overpowers everything. You wish you could move away, but he’s like a magnet, and you a piece of metal. You’re glued to him.

He murmurs your name, with so much devotion you feel like you’re a god. And then he chuckles as he wraps his arms around you, holding you close.

“Me too, baby, me too,” he whispers. “You have no idea. I’ve been falling for so long.”

Your closed eyes manage to fill with tears. “No falling anymore. We’ve got each other.”

The sound he makes next resembles a sob, and you hold him tighter.

“You really think that?”

You nod against him. “Yes.”

He nods too, and then laughs softly. “Gotta add fried chicken to the list of things I want you to eat or drink more often.”

You snort and when he picks you up you just hold onto him tighter.

“Where are you bringing me?” you ask.

He parts so he can look over his shoulder. “There’s something I want you to see.”

An air of mystery fills the space surrounding him, and you close your eyes as you snuggle your face in his neck. “Mmh.”

“That tickles,” he complains with a whiny voice that makes you giggle.

Jungkook carries you to your bedroom. The sun set a little while ago, though the sky outside is still painted in royal blue, having yet to give way to night. He puts you down on the freshly-made bed, and your eyes flutter open as he steps away.

“What are you doing?” you ask, but then your room fills with light.

Fairy lights. He’s hung them around the painting over the head of your bed, and even around the window. It gives your room an inviting glow, a warm tone that feels just right with him in your vicinity.

“When did you do this?” you ask.

He smiles softly, fondly. “Earlier. Before dinner. I thought you were going to like it.”

Your eyes have filled with tears by the time you croak out, “I do.”

He looks so happy with himself, like he accomplished something remarkable. And maybe to him, making you happy is that. Remarkable.

“Come here,” you say, making grabby hands at him.

He laughs, but immediately complies, walking over to where he sat you on the bed. “What do you want?”

You never were asked such an easy question before. “You.”

Something passes in his eyes. “Me?”

“All of you?”

At that he laughs. “All?”

“Shut up and come here,” you whine.

He giggles that sweet giggle of his, but he obeys, sitting next to you. You’re not surprised when he pushes you down so you’re lying on your back, with his hand on your stomach.

“How do you like your apartment?” he asks after a few seconds of comfortable silence.

You turn your head to look at him. “I love it.”

He smiles. “I’m glad.”

Your heart feels content in your chest, yet it demands more. So you prop yourself up on an elbow in order to get closer to him, and you press your lips on his again. This kiss starts the same way as earlier, but it meets passion faster. Way faster, like your hearts are chasing each other in a race, and maybe they are.

You climb on top of him, straddling him as his hands hold your waist once more. Your mouths haven’t disconnected while you moved, but they do now as you descend to his neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the column of his throat. He tastes a little salty from when he sweated throughout moving day, but you don’t care, you just want to feel him.

He says your name, and his grip on you tightens when you suck a hickey over the collar of his shirt.

“Do you want me, Kook?” you ask, and it’s a little rhetorical.

He still replies. “I do want you.”

“Tonight?”

He breathes hard when you suck on his skin again. “Yes.”

Satisfied, you sit back on his lap, tugging at the hem of his shirt. “Then take this off.”

“Yes ma’am,” he says, and then he sits up, pressing a kiss on your nose. “But first let me get you out of your shirt, mmh?”

You let him sneak his hands to your back, until he’s grabbed your shirt and pulled it over your head. You help him a little, and he lets it fall to the floor next to your bed. His hands return to your back, and he gently caresses your skin as he presses his lips to yours for a soft kiss.

When he pulls away, his doe eyes meet yours, and you help him out of his shirt. Soon, it finds yours on the ground, and you slowly roam your hands on his chest, on his abs. You find the scar he has there, and you trace it with a finger, holding his gaze.

“I love your scars,” you breathe out.

His eyes glaze a little, and he looks down at himself. “You do?”

“Of course. They are a part of you.”

He kisses you again, languidly, pulling you down as he lies back. You follow him, resting your hands on his chest to keep your lips against his. His hands roam your back, finding your bra strap and a second later he unhooks it. You don’t disconnect your mouths as he slips your bra off, and you shiver a little when it’s off and his hands move to your breasts.

He gently cups them, squeezing once before he grabs your waist instead. You whine against his lips, and he laughs softly.

“What?” he asks.

“Touch me,” you let out.

He breathes in sharply. “Fuck.”

You kiss his cheek, his jaw, his neck. “Please.”

“I will,” he whispers, and he says it like a promise.

A promise you know he’ll hold, because one of his hands glides on your side, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind before it finds your ass. He holds it firmly, while his other hand goes back to your breast, rolling your hardened nipple between his thumb and index.

You moan against his lips, unable to resist, and he slips his tongue in your mouth. You kiss him harder, passionately, fingers moving to get tangled in his long hair. He grinds up into you as your hands get lost in the soft strands, and you moan again.

“Fuck,” he curses once more.

You pull away, enough to look at his features. “Is something wrong?”

His eyes are screwed shut, and he looks like he’s in pain. “Just…” He wets his lips, but his eyes stay obstinately shut. “Are you going to run again?”

Your heart falls in your chest. It falls and aches, and you gently cup his cheeks. “Kook,” you murmur. “Look at me.”

He pulls at his piercing, and it takes him a few seconds but he eventually obeys. When your gazes connect, you pour all of your feelings in your eyes, hoping he’ll read it himself while you say, “I’m not going anywhere. It’s you and me now. Us.”

“I don’t deserve you.” He says it with conviction, and it makes you clutch him a little harder.

“Kook, stop this. I told you before, it’s my choice.” You pause, giving weight to your words. “I choose you.”

He looks between your two eyes, and then his gaze shines with tears. “I should have chosen you before.”

A tear escapes his right eye, and you gently wipe it away with your thumb. “But you’re choosing me now, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” He chuckles. “You’re stuck with me.”

Your lips break out into a soft smile. “Good. Now kiss me stupid.”

Mischief fills his gaze, replacing the sadness. “Oh, I’ll kiss you stupid and fuck you dumb.”

“JK!” you burst out, and he rests a hand flatly on your back, spinning you around until he’s pinning you down on the bed. Your gaze widens, and you have about two seconds of looking at him, heart beating out of your chest, before he catches your lips with the pillowy softness of his.

He’s propped up on his elbows, caging you between his arms, and your hands wander down his body, caressing his sides before going ever so lower. You find the band of his pants, sliding one finger in just to tickle him. He grinds into you, and you feel his erection pressing against you.

Lava trickles down to your core, and your legs circle his waist again until he’s tight against you. It makes it hard to rid him of his pants, and you reluctantly let go as he himself pushes away, standing up so he can get out of his pants. He looks like an angel in the fairy lights, skin turned to honey you want to taste, and you reckon you want to taste every inch of him. Want to press kisses all over his body until all he can feel is you.

Jungkook palms himself through his boxer briefs, and you watch the imprint of his dick shamelessly. He cocks his head to the side, before saying, “Why don’t you take off your pants too?”

“You’d like that?” you tease.

He chuckles. “Brat.”

“You love it.”

He doesn’t deny, just watches you as you finish undressing. It occurs to you that it’s his first time really seeing you fully naked, and a little bit of insecurity seeps through you. He notices right away, because of course his big eyes notice everything.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs as you lie down, in just your underwear. “I’d take a picture of you right now.”

You blush. “Please don’t.”

“Just burning your picture behind my eyelids then,” he says, and one of his hands moves under his boxer briefs, fingers wrapping around his cock. “I want to see you every night as I’m falling asleep.”

It’s dirty, especially as he starts pumping his dick. You sit back up, just long enough to hook your thumbs in the band of his boxers, pulling them down his legs. He lets you do it, focusing on jerking himself off. His dick sits right next to your face, and you look up at him, questions in your eyes.

“You don’t have to suck my dick,” he says, sounding reassuring. “I’m all ready for you.”

“Then just a little?” you suggest.

His eyes shut as he tilts his head to the side, chuckling. “Alright baby.”

You smirk, biting at your bottom lip before letting your gaze drop to his dick. You eye the bead of precum that sits at the slit. Jungkook is still holding his dick up, but he’s stopped jerking it off for now. You lean forward, tongue darting out to taste him, and he tastes just as good as you remember. You lick him clean of the precum, and then swirl your tongue around the head, playing with his frenulum.

He slowly starts pumping himself, and you look up to connect your gaze with his as you suck on his tip. You moan, softly, before pulling away with a popping sound.

“You know,” he says, and his eyes fall shut as if he needs to concentrate. “As much as I want you to suck my dick, I think I’d rather just be close to you tonight.”

You melt again, like snow under the spring sun. “Kook…”

“And now I’m far, aren’t I?”

He sort of is, standing up like that while you’re sitting on the bed. So you move backwards, lying back down. “Come here then.”

His eyes open, and he takes in the sight of you for a few seconds, not saying anything. He just has a small smirk on his lips, and he’s still pumping his cock. It makes you jealous a little, because you haven’t really had any action yet, so you let your hand wander between your legs, under your panties.

Jungkook watches, mouth falling open, as you start pressing circles on your clit. You go lower, finding your lips coated with your sleek juice, and you use it to press harder on your clit, moving faster.

“Fuck,” Jungkook curses. “Can I take your panties off?”

You smirk lazily, looking at him through half-lidded eyes. “Sure.”

He eyes you suspiciously, sensing the mischief and teasing in your voice, but he lets it slide. He kneels on the bed, moving closer until he can pull your panties down and off your legs. You still just rub at your clit, even as he watches you do it. Even as one of his hands moves up your thigh, and he circles your entrance with a finger.

“As much as I want to be close to you right now, we should get you ready first, uh?”

“You want to finger me?”

He inhales sharply, nodding his head.

“Do it, Kook.”

He pulls at his piercing, and his gaze meets yours as he slowly slides his finger inside of you, arching it immediately to find the spot inside of you that can make you cum in no time.

You keep at it on your clit, moving faster as he starts teasing at the spot, before pumping his finger in and out a couple of times. When he's covered it with your wetness, he adds a second finger, and you moan out his name.

“You’re so wet.” It sounds like a praise, and all you can do is nod your head. Because surely, you’re soaked, and you reckon there’s a high chance you’ll wet the bedding under you. But you don’t care, all there is is Jungkook and his fingers inside of you.

He makes scissor-motions with his digits, spreading you wide open to get you ready for him while you’re still drawing circles on your clit. He works against your muscles as they tighten, spasming from your ministrations on your clit.

“Do you want to cum first?” he asks.

“Uh?” you gasp out.

“Do you want me to make you cum before we have sex?”

The brat in you resurfaces. “I’m doing half of the work,” you whine.

Something changes in his demeanour. He’s still soft and gentle, but his free hand grabs the one you’ve been using to pleasure yourself. He leans over you, hovers over you, until he’s put it over your head, against the bed.

“Not anymore, uh?” he asks cockily, fucking you with his fingers harder.

Squelching sounds start to be heard in your room, and you clench around him. Though you still have an available hand, and you start playing with yourself with it. Jungkook chuckles, and he presses a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“You want to cum so bad,” he states.

You do. You’re tilting over the edge, and it only burns brighter as he starts fucking his fingers faster. You time the circles on your clit to his movements, and when he starts kissing you, so slowly you feel your heart combust in your chest, the coil in your core snaps.

You moan out, loudly, as your fingers slow on your clit. His don’t, and he fingers you all through your high, kissing you softly still. You kiss him back, trying to focus on his lips as pleasure rushes through your body. The hand that was holding yours over your head moves until your fingers are intertwined, and you shudder as he milks the ending of your orgasm out of you.

His digits still in you, and he just keeps on kissing you. You focus on that until you feel strong enough to move, and you do so, wrapping your hand around his cock. You pump him, slowly, and he grinds in your hand.

He pulls away then, fingers emptying you, and you realize you’ve been gasping for air. You breathe in and out quickly, chest moving in time. He surveys you, and then presses a kiss to your forehead.

“That felt good?” he asks, and he moans a little when you grip his dick tighter.

“Fuck,” is all you can think to say.

He chuckles, and then looks at his hand. “Let me just clean that up so we don’t dirty your bed before we’ve even slept in it.”

It’s endearing how he thinks of that even as you’re jerking him off, and you watch him as he reaches for a tissue on your bedside table. He cleans his fingers, and when he’s satisfied, he crumples the tissue and throws it towards the bin in the corner of your room. He entirely misses it, but you both don’t care as he settles comfortably between your legs.

“Do you still want to do this?” he asks, bending down to press a soft kiss to your lips.

“Yes,” you breathe out, and you align him with your entrance. “I want you so bad, Kook.”

“Me too,” he murmurs.

Then a thought pops in your head, and your gaze widens. “Wait.”

He stops moving, even as he was starting to push inside of you. He’s kneeling between your legs, and the startled look on his features makes you grab his hands.

“Are you sure this position won’t hurt your leg?”

He smiles, eyes so full of love you feel like you’re an entire new person. “Don’t worry about me, baby.”

You pout a little. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself for me.”

He resumes his movement, pushing inside of you, and he only speaks again once most of him is sheathed inside of you. “My leg doesn’t hurt as much anymore,” he whispers. “I’ll let you know if it does, and we can always switch positions, mmh?”

You nod, and your gaze dips down to the spot where your bodies are connected. “Okay.”

He leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips. And when he starts pulling back, only to push inside of you again, your hands grab the nape of his neck to hold him in place. To keep him close, so you can feel the weight of his body on top of you.

He fucks you slowly. Lazily, as he kisses you languidly like he’s got until the end of time to have sex with you. It leaves you feeling full, feeling bright like the stars in the sky that July night. Only this time, you both are stars, crashing together, meddling until there’s only one of you, made of the best of him and you.

It’s slow and steady, like the beats of your heart in your chest. Whenever he turns his head one way, you follow his lead, let him kiss you stupid while he just keeps going, slow and steady. It’s warm, like a summer evening. You know every little moment of your life led you to be here tonight, and you know you’ll cherish this moment forever.

You want it to last forever. And it feels as if it does, even when Jungkook readjusts his position, lying on his side a little. He fucks you so slow your heart grows and grows in your chest, like flowers do under the benevolent rays of the summer sun. You grow like a plant nurtured in your home, like love that’s meant to last forever. It feels like there’s just you and him in this space.

And maybe you’re forgotten. Maybe the whole of humanity is gone, and there’s just you and him left. You think that’s okay. You don’t mind being forgotten, not when it’s with him. Not when you know you occupy his thoughts the way he occupies yours.

At some point, Jungkook rests his forehead against yours, and you breathe the same air as he keeps fucking you like this, slow and steady. You hold him, tangling your hands in his hair, running them down his back.

“I’m really falling in love with you,” he breathes.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pressing him ever so closer to you. “Kook… me too. I’m falling in love with you too.”

He’s so close you feel it when he smiles. “Didn’t you say ‘no falling anymore’ earlier?”

You don’t know how he’s still able to think right now. Because the only thing that occupies your thoughts right now is him. Him in his entirety, his soul settling home.

“I…” you trail off, silenced by a soft peck of his. “I’m in love with you,” you correct.

“I’m in love with you too,” he responds, and then he’s kissing you again.

He’s kissing you like he’s making up for the last few months, and preparing you for all those that are to follow. You see a long path ahead, but it doesn’t scare you anymore.

Jungkook’s movements grow sloppier as you kiss, and then his hips settle against yours, his dick embedded deep inside of you. You feel it twitch as he releases inside of you, and he grunts in the kiss as he fucks his orgasm out of himself.

When he’s done, he once again rests his forehead against yours. “Wow.”

One syllable that encompasses everything that you’re feeling right now. You echo it, and you both chuckle. And you hold on to each other for a long time, before Jungkook pulls away to clean up. He pulls you behind him to the shower, and he washes your back under the warm water. You wash him too, and by the time you’ve settled back in bed, you’re going again. This time doesn’t last as long, and it’s a little more desperate, a little faster, like your bodies are craving each other too much for the dance your souls want to pursue.

When you’re done, you lie with your head on his chest, eyes trailed to the sliver of moon you can see outside. Jungkook’s breathing is deep next to you, but you know he’s not asleep yet. You’re drawing circles on his chest, where his shoulder connects to his torso and ink gives way to a blank canvas. Meanwhile, Jungkook is running a hand up and down your back, slowly, never once faltering.

“What are you thinking of?” he asks.

The question takes you by surprise. Mostly because you weren’t thinking about anything, but now that he’s asked, you think about everything. You think about all the months, all the years that eventually brought you here. You think about how sixteen years old you would kill you for being with him, though you think it’d be because she was jealous. You think about the way he broke your heart, about the way you broke his, and the way you rebuilt yourself together. You think about Laura, and inevitably the words she told you at the bar come back to your mind.

You sigh, and if you could you’d move closer until you were under his skin.

“You know, the other day, at the bar?” you let out pensively. He hums. You don’t know if he’s following, so you add, “When Laura talked to me.”

This time, he says in a low, deep voice, “Yes.”

His hand doesn’t still on your back, and neither do your fingers on his chest. “She mentioned something that got me thinking.”

You feel him shift a little as he looks down at you. “What did she say?”

“That I was delusional,” you admit. “That you broke up with her to be with me to boost your ego.”

Now, his hand stops on your back, resting flatly so he can pull you closer. “I hope you know that it is not true,” he gently says. He presses a kiss to the top of your head, and your eyes flutter shut as you sigh.

“Can I ask you why you broke up with her though?” you enquire with a small voice. “We never… You never said why.”

His fingers go back to grazing the skin of your back. “I think it was a combination of seeing you getting hurt and Laura saying stuff about you,” he admits. “That time you hurt your wrist, I panicked. Seeing you hurt, hurt me too, and it made me realize that I cared for you far more than I originally thought.” He pauses, and your hand trails to the top of his shoulder so you can hold him tight against you. “And Laura was a bitch that night. She said a lot of stuff about you, and the more she talked the more I wanted her gone.”

Silence fills the room, and you listen to his steady heartbeat for a time. You take his words in, let them marinate in your mind while you figure what to say.

Because you knew, that day, how much he cared for you. It was written all over his features, in those big doe eyes of his, and it hurt almost more than your wrist did. But two days later, in a fit of heartbreak caused by your mother, you had ended up right by his side, where you were always supposed to be.

“I knew it,” you reveal. “That you cared for me. Even when you were with her I knew it. But…” you trail off, and he waits patiently for you to continue. “Do you remember the night I… I kissed Jimin?”

He stiffens, and you’re pretty sure his heart has skipped a beat in his chest. “Yeah?”

“It was like you didn’t even know me,” you say, voice small. “I expected you to be angry, or to be jealous, but you didn’t even blink.”

He chuckles, and it’s a little sour. “Honestly, it hurt me but I wanted you to be happy. I thought then that you weren’t supposed to be happy with me. I know now that I was wrong, and I’m sorry you had to see me with her. Because, even though Jimin’s one of my closest friends and I love him to death, seeing you two together hurt.”

“I cried for the first time that night,” you admit, and your voice has gotten even tinier. “With Sungie and Felix. I think that’s why Sungie doesn’t like you.”

Because it was evident today. Jisung kept throwing glares Jungkook’s way, kept trying to get Jungkook to be away from you. You think they spent some time alone too, and Jungkook confirms as he says, “He told me he’s going to give me a chance just because you are happy with me.” And then Jungkook chuckles a little. “But he said he’ll kill me if I hurt you again. In Korean at that.”

Your brows furrow on your forehead. “Wait, you speak Korean?”

Jungkook looks down at you. “Obviously?”

“I’ve never heard you speak Korean,” you say, propping yourself up on an elbow so you can look at him. “Say something!”

He just holds your gaze, though a fond smile sneaks its way to his lips.

“Come on,” you whine.

“Guiyeop,” he says, finally caving in.

You grin. “What does that mean?”

His smile turns mischievous. “You’re annoying.”

“Jungkook!” you yell, and you punch him in the chest as he starts laughing. “I hate you.”

“You don’t,” he says, tickling your side. “Besides, it means cute.”

You frown, glaring down at him. “Does it?”

His hand reaches between you, and he smooths the frown away from your features. It makes your breath hitch in your throat, and you hold his gaze as he says, “It does.”

You repeat the word, and then smile wide at him again. “I like it. You should teach me how to speak Korean.”

He pulls you back into his embrace, and you rest your head on his chest. This time, he holds you flush against him, both arms surrounding your frame, and you’re engulfed in his warmth as he hums.

“You’ll need to learn if you want to meet my family,” he says before pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“They don’t speak English?”

You feel it as he shakes his head no. “My brother does, but my parents don’t really. They all still live in Korea.”

“Wait,” you let out. “You moved here without them?”

He chuckles. “No, my parents were here for two years, but then they moved back to Korea because of my dad’s work.”

“So you were just with your brother?” you ask.

He nods. “Yeah. But when he went to college I moved in with Tae’s family.”

You didn’t know that. It feels like you should have known, considering you’ve known him for almost as long as he’s been here, and your heart falls in your chest.

“Wow.” You glance up at him, though all you can see from your point of view is his jaw. “I didn’t know.”

He presses a kiss on your forehead. “We never talked about it before, how could you know?”

You’re pouting when you say, “I just… it feels like I should have known.”

He says your name like he’s reprimanding you. “I didn’t even talk about my family to Laura,” he admits. “So don’t feel bad that you didn’t know.”

“But I’ve known you for years,” you point out.

He hums. “Yeah and? Did you want to know stuff about my life before?”

He’s got a point. You still whine a little, which brings a cute giggle out of him.

“I guess not.”

He holds you tighter for a few seconds. “See? We’re all good.”

Another silence moves through the room, and you just go back to listening to his heart. Its steady beat is threatening to lull you to sleep, though your imagination runs wild with what it must have been like for him to grow up all alone, on an entirely different continent as his parents. It feels lonely, though you reckon he always had someone around.

It’s more than you had, after your father left. Because you don’t consider your mother to have been around for you. All she was was a thorn in your side, one that you’ve finally gotten rid of. Yes, it aches, but you reckon that now you have a chance to heal.

And healing with Jeon Jungkook by your side sounds like a dream.

“Did they…” you trail off, not expecting the question to take shape. “Did your parents come when you got in your accident?”

He sighs. “My mom did, but my dad couldn’t. She stayed for a couple of weeks, but then she had to go back too.”

You press a kiss to his chest. “How did you feel?”

“About what?”

You shrug in his hold. “About being here alone. I can’t imagine what that must have felt like.”

He remains silent for so long you almost think he won’t reply. “I wasn’t alone,” he admits. “I had the boys. They’re like family to me, and it was plenty enough. Besides…” he trails off. “I didn’t want to be around people after the accident. I was stuck in my head.”

You’ve never really talked about that before. As much as the subject scares you, you also want to listen to Jungkook, if he needs to talk. And it seems he does, because he continues after a minute of silence.

“I really thought I was going to die that day,” he reveals, with a small, vulnerable voice. “Sometimes, all I can picture is just me, bleeding out on the backseat.”

Your heart turns to ice in your chest, and you don’t think it’s beating anymore.

“I almost died, actually,” he tells you. “If the medics had gotten there two minutes later I would have.” He’s silent for a few seconds, and his voice is raw with emotion as he adds, “The boys were freaking out, but I was out. Taehyung was just… telling me to hold on, saying my name, and Jimin threw up while Jin called 911. At least that’s what they told me.” You sneak an arm around his waist, soothingly rubbing his back. “Tae didn’t even realize he was hurt too until I woke up in the ambulance and told him. He was so panicked he wasn’t letting the medics approach him.”

The heavy silence that follows is unbearable, and you feel the need to say something, anything. “Jungkook… I’m so sorry.”

“I’m the one that should apologize,” he quickly says, and he scrapes his throat as if to get rid of a lump that’s formed there. “I just dumped that on you out of nowhere.”

“It’s all good,” you reassure him. “I’m here for you, if you need to talk about it.”

“I never really talked to anyone about it, besides my therapist,” he admits. “It just makes it so real.”

You nod, before pressing another kiss to his chest. “You’re alive, Jungkook. You’re alive and that’s all that matters.”

“Alive and with you,” he says, choking on a sob. “Thank you so much.”

You blink back tears as you peck his chest once more. “I’m glad that you are right here.”

His grip around you tightens, and it makes your heart flutter in your chest, even through the heaviness of the conversation. You don’t talk for a while, both of you lost in thoughts, though you reckon you just don’t know what to tell him. You weren’t wrong before – you’re not good with feelings. You try to be, because that’s what Jungkook deserves, especially with what he’s been through. But feelings are one of your many shortcomings, though you reckon you’ve been getting better.

Letting him in is making you better, in all the ways that matter. You think you could spend the rest of your life right next to him, and that he feels the same way. You believe he feels the same way, because his grip never falters around you. He still presses gentle kisses on the top of your head once in a while, and when his breathing slowly deepens, interrupted by soft snores, you smile against him, holding in a giggle.

His warmth eventually lulls you to sleep, and for the first time in forever you sleep soundly, like you’ve finally reached your safe haven.

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How about age gap and overstimulation with bangchan 🖤

Just a Number

Word count: 2,188

Pairing: chan x stya

Genre: smutt

Rating: 18+

Warning: overstimulation, age gap. mentions of lingirie, foreigner reader, rough sex, unprotected sex, penetration, choking, spanking, biting , pinching swearing, cream pies, corruption kink {a little bit}, dumification, "babygirl", becoming his cum dump, and slut shaming, {pls tell me if i missed any}

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thanks so much for the request. please keep in mind that i was a time crunch with this but i hope you love this one and would send in another. just know that you might not get an immediate response as i am trying to find a schedule that would work with school and a writing competition, at the moment. college is currently kicking my ass. so please bear with me. but thank you again for the request and remember that your appreciated

Thank you…(´人｀●)SOOOOO━━＼(´∀｀●)／━━MUCH!!

The sun is now setting after a long day of fun and celebration of your 21 birthday with your boyfriend Chan and the rest of the boys. Now after it all you're here waiting for channie to join you in bed. You were 20 years old when you two had first started dating. The age of consent still stands outrageously high.

Neither of you had gotten together for sex but it had still put some kind of a light strain on your relationship over the months that passed.

so many times you had to begrudgingly pull apart after getting too heated. so many times you had to leave your boyfriend bricked up. all because of the stupidly high age of consent bar.

not today though. not now. you decided that after so long you are finally going to get laid by the man you moved to korea for in the first place.

Hence the reason you were now laid in a white lingerie you bought off a site you found while looking for some cute outfits to tease him with. you are now sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for him to come to the bedroom. you wanted to see his reaction. you never told him what you were doing nor did you let him find out about the online order. hence the reason why you had to hide the delivery that came to the house for nearly a week now.

now you don't need to hide it anymore you can now show him the lingerie and maybe he'll want to see what's underneath.

you hear footsteps coming your way. and you get yourself ready, sitting facing the door. blue framed glasses you rarely used now sat on your nose. you remembered how bangchan always became so much clingier when you wore them saying it made you look sexy.

as you heard the handle of the door to your room jingle you remembered your hair is down. you quickly gathered your hair up into a messy ponytail and just as you were finishing up tying it with the hair tie on your wrist he stepped in.

he froze in place. eyes wandering your curvy full frame being hugged in all the right places by that beautiful white lingerie. sheer white thigh high stockings reaching mid thigh. providing a white but mostly clear layer over your plump thighs.the lace that rimmed the stockings barely able to stay in place, almost falling and rolling down at the loss against your thick ness. only being saved by the white straps that were connected to another piece of floral print lace that is now wrapped around your abdomen, having a gold chain connect it to a white choker that wrapped snugly around your throat. his eyes drifted back down to your cleavage. lace bra not covering the shiny nipple piercing you had gotten years ago. his eyes traveled even further down to the flimsy panties that in his opinion did nothing, but god did he love the sight. you sat with your legs closed but after seeing where his eyes landed spread them slowly and teasingly much to his delight. The lace, clear enough to show your hungry hole. now dripping for him without him even touching you. the thought of you becoming wet just at the thought of him ran straight to his dick. He almost felt bad for what he was about to do.

he walked over to you, closing the bedroom door behind him. as he stood right before you, and you looked you at him over the rim of your glasses in the most feigned innocent way he has ever seen, he rested his hand on your thigh. he ran his thumb over the fabric before commenting,

"if i didn't know any better i would have thought it was my birthday we were celebrating, and this is my gift."

he slowly lent in as he spoke. punctuating his statement with a kiss on your neck. you hummed in satisfaction of his action.

he leant in closer and whispered darkly in your ear;

"can i ravish you?" his voice low and barely audible yet seeping with lust and power.you nodded your head and he smirked at you. He pulled back. He brought his hand up to your jaw. gripped tightly on your jaw pulling you in for a rough and passion filled kiss. his tongue slid across your lower lip asking for entrance. when you didn't open your mouth for him he bit your lower lip. thi caused you to gasp in shock, letting him slide his tongue between your lips and explore your mouth. he pulled back, a string of saliva still connecting your lips. your tongue almost out of your mouth and eyes clouded over with lust. He looked down at you and bit his lip. how can you look so cute and already so fucked out without being fucked yet. god he really needed to see what you would look like after being fucked into oblivion. fuck.

you try to lean in for another kiss. He moved his hand from your chin down to your throu\at and squeezed lightly. a moan escaped your lips as you closed your eyes in pleasure. oh fuck, was he gonna have a lot of fun expiramenting withyou. maybe even discover kinks that were not even invented yet.

god is this gonna be fun. He squeezed a little tighter before almost completely letting go. and if your whines and mewls were anything to go by you weren't quite happy. He let his hand let go of your throat and let his fingertips glide up your neck until he reached your chin where only his index finger followed the line to your chin. you seemed so entranced by him you let yourself follow his finger until you were standing in front of him. his right hand wrapped around your waist. as his pointer finger layed where it was and his thumb rested on top trapping your chin between them. He hummed at your obedience.

"your twenty one now love. you know what that means. you can get punished if you don't listen now." he said smirking.

you bit your lip and whispered up to him;

"I don't think I would mind at all."

"oh, is that so? oh trust me baby girl, i promise i'm gonna make you change your mind. lets see if thats what you say after being fucked so good you go brainless, after you become my personal cum dump, after i make you my slut." he talked down to you darkly hand drifting from your your lower back to your side hooking his finger under one of the thin flimsy strings that held the lace panties to you, before lifting it up and letting it go, makeing it slap against your skin in a deliciocly painful way.

you moan at the sensation. you tilted your head back and closed your eyes as if to bask in the pleasure that is pain. he watched as you did so. he quickly proved that his muscles aren't just for show, when he grabbed the back of your thigh lifting you up and wrapping them around his waist. he then took advantage of your surprise to kiss you roughly. tongue once again exploring your mouth and dancing together with yours. He stepped closer to the bed, climbed on and layed on top of you taking your hands from around his neck and pinning them above your head. He then began grinding against your core. The fabric of his jeans rubbing against the fabric of the lace made friction so good you moaned into the kiss.

he smiled into the kiss pulling away. He looked down at you as you continued to moan. He began moving his hips faster and harder. you began seeing stars becoming so close to cummming without him being in you. when he saw this he smirked. He kept up the pace and brought his hand up to your throat and squeezed lightly. and just as he did you moaned loudly and came right then and there.

he slowed down his pace and kissed you gently, before stopping. He pulled back and kneeled between your legs. quickly undoing his belt, undoing the button and the zip and quickly pulled the damned jeans off. before he let his shirt follow. you look down at the prominent bulge in his boxers as he pulls them down, and as he did so you watched as his thick cock sprung free of its restraints. as he let th article of clothing oint the rest you bit your lip.

he slid him self down so his face was between your legs he kissed youur clothed core as he looked up at you. you let your head fal against tthe pillow. you were so surprised when he quite litterally RIPPED the panties off you. you opened your mouth to speak but what came out in its place was a loud moan as you felt the wet surface of his tongue run over your cunt from top to bottom. after lappping up all your juices he groaned into you before toungue fucking you. he slipped his finger into you. and you moaned even louer. then unbeleivably louder when he slipped two more into you. curly stretcching and moving them as he sucked on your clit. soon he had brought you to your seccond orgasm. it all felt so good you could barly warn him before you came. not that he cared though. he was to busy absolutly devouring every drop you spilled for him. soon pushing you in to over stimulation and closere to another climax.

he begrudgingly pulled away from you. he looked at you and how fucked out you already are. now there's jusst two more promiss he has to finish. and that starts with making you his cum dump.

he rose up from between your thighs. surprisingly without a drop of cum or spit on his face. he really didnt want to waist a drop of you.

he pushed your folds apart as he lighed up with your hole. he roughly pushed into you. bottoming out into you. you let out a scream that turned into a loud moan. at how painfull but pleasureable the stretch of him in you is. god he was so big. he waited for you to ajust to his size. you soon whined and grind down onto him. he took that as his sgn to start moving.

he pulled almost entirely out before slaming back into you roughly. he continued to fuck into you. you felt every bump and vain of his thick cock in you. and he felt hoe heavely your walls felt arount him. he felt how tightly you griped his cock when you were about to hit your climax. you squeezed him so good he could barely move. god he loved this. he brought his hand up to your through and squeezed. his left hand running down to your clit, playing with the bud. it all beacame too much for you very soon. it was all so good you began tearing up, especcially when it seems impossible for him to mis that one spot inside you. that however only made him moan as you grippped even tighter around him before you cacme on his cock. the unholy noise of squelching that each thrust brought sent him flying over the edge. as he it the spot inside of you that did magic one more time he came inside yuo. despite already cumming he weent back to pounding into you after his high was over. you both were driven into overstimulation. as he continued to drive his cock deep into you. he let go of your thrroaght much yo your dissapoinment. you whined at the loss of of the sensation only to be reponded with the pinch of your clit.

"aAaAaaaaahhhhhHHH! cHaNiE!~~~~"

god did that hurt, but felt og so amazing. he lifted your right leg over your shoulder. hitting even deeper in you. your mind went blank only remeberingg his name. only aware of how fast and hard his huge cock is pounding into you.

"sluts dont get to whine baby girl. they just be gratful of whhat their daddy ggives them. ok?" he asked, you were far too fucked out to respond. and when he didn't get the answer he wanted or any at all he spanked your clit harshly making you cry out, before pinching it again, pulling roughly on chain conected to your chocker. you cleenched areound him before responding. as all the amazing feelings came crashing down on you like a bus.

"y- yes daddy. i promise i won whine anymore. a s- slut like m-me shouldn't complain."

with a few more thrusts you both came. everything hightend by how overstimulated you both were. as he cstowed down allowing you both to come down from the high, his hot seed started spilling out of you, and he just watched the sight play out before him. how beatiful.

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