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date: november 20th, 2023 where: apple's place then a restaurant summary: the two talk about a friends with benefit sort of deal

Apple: She's been pretty busy trying to put thoughts to paper, and figuring out the best layout for her piece but was as stuck as a barnacle to a shit. Since she'd spent all day at home she wore nothing but knee high socks, some pajama shorts and a plain bralette to lounge around comfortably in. Apple didn't bother looking up from her tenth attempt at drawing the scene they discussed over text. "I can't quite figure out how I want it." she declared throwing down - gently - her charcoal stick and sitting back onto her legs. "I think I need a break."

Zekai: Zekai adjusts his bag over his shoulder, knowing they were planning to see Mimi so he might as well pack some things to do. Parker lets him in on her way. They hung out a few days ago but the text messages have been awkward since. He drifts his gaze down to her art, pressing his lips together. "Good thing we need to leave then." He teases.

Apple: “True! Why don’t you find me something cute to wear, while I go wash my hands then?” Apple didn’t really give him much of a choice as she hopped to her feet and made her way into the bathroom. Her art was always messy, which is how she liked it, but it did make it hard to clean up quick. Perhaps she shouldn’t have bothered starting today when she knew well they needed to make a quick exit. Apple came back into her bedroom and threw herself on the bed where she pulled and twisted in an attempt at taking off her socks. “What’d you pick out?”

Zekai: Zekai places his bag on the ground, nodding his head. "Sure, can." He walks down the hall to her bedroom, knowing which one was hers. He goes through clothes and ultimately ends with something comfortable yet something Mimi would like. "I picked out something comfortable but cutesy… I think."

Apple: “Comfortable but cutesy… so not sexy?” Apple glanced at the clothes he pulled out for her then back at him, “we’re not kids anyone, Z. I can show some of my nonexistent cleavage! I’m sure Mimi will be alright with it.” Apple wasn’t one to hide her tattoos for anyone and took any opportunity to flaunt them. She picked out a short gold dress with an open back instead. Sliding it on she pulled down her shorts and teased off her bra, turning for approval. “Huh?”

Zekai: Zekai furrows his brows. "But Mimi doesn't like it when you dress sexy." He mutters. She wants to show off her cleavage? Fuck, if only she knew about her cleavage and how it exists more than she thinks. He turns his head as she changes in front of him. Be looks back over at her when she says huh and breathes out. "Y… Yeah. It looks great."

Apple: “Mimi needs to get over it.” She was feeling a bit more cheeky than usual. Imprudent really as she spun to show off her outfit knowing well he’d be able to look up the skirt of her dress - it was that short. It wasn’t normal behavior for her, but she did enjoy teasing him so. Maybe it was the way he seemed to stumble over his words ever since they’d… done things in a rather unlike Zekai manner. But she enjoyed it more than she probably should. “Awesome, can you help me tie the heels?” She asked bringing out a pair of black and a pair of red heels, “Which do you think?”

Zekai: Zekai shoves his hands into his pockets, clearing his throat. "And I'll make sure she does because it would be a goddamn shame for you not to wear that." His gaze shamelessly takes her in, biting on his lower lip as his gaze falls on her upper thighs. He feels like he can barely breathe. Since when did Apple become this fucking attractive to him. He nods his head as he walks over to her. He bends down in front of her. "Black." He takes the shoes from her. His hand moves to her ankle, lifting it up to put on the shoe, his eyes raising up to look at her as he inhales and exhales shaky breathes.

Apple: Apple pressed her lips together to shrink the ever growing grin that threatened to expose her amusement. "You really like it? I feel like I haven't been out in ages, so I wanted to look cute." It was all true. She spent too much of her days working and even when she wasn't working she'd busy herself to avoid having free time. It was just how she dealt with life. Dating quickly turned to shit after Kell so she did her best to channel it to other things. Apple's breath caught at the sight of him below her. The way he looked up at her bringing back memories of what had taken place in her kitchen. "Good choice." was all she could make out while she watched him intensely with wide eyes.

Zekai: Her wide eyes looking down at him, the way he can remember every inhale, every gasp and moan that left her as his face was buried between her legs. He wonders if she has done anything like that since the two of them have. He honestly couldn't say he hadn't, knowing how easily he could into another person's pants because he is more about bringing pleasure than he is about being needy. He place her leg down and picks up the other. He placed her foot on his knee, turning to press his lips against her inner thigh. "Do you… want to be late?" He whispers against her skin.

Apple: Oh, fuck did she want him. The realization alone was scary to her. She wanted him on her, and in her, and those thoughts were making butterflies tickle her stomach. Or something telling her to run away. Apple didn’t care much for sex - maybe because she preferred to build a bond with those she liked - but still Zekai seemed to bypass all of her reservations. It wasn’t entirely an unpleasant feeling. She just had to be extra careful with him… it was easier to chuck off her growing feelings for him as nothing more than giddy over him taking her virtue. Before she could answer though, her phone rang and Mimi’s face popped up on screen. As if she was caught doing something wrong, Apple picked up the phone and yelled a “Hello!”

Zekai: Zekai raises his eyes up to her, watching her every expression to make sure that everything he was doing is alright. He kisses up higher, nibbling on different spots of her skin. At least until her phone rings and he shoots up, knowing it's Mimi on the other side of that call. He clears his throat and lifts his eyes up to Apple, pressing his lips together as he spins around and reaches into his jeans to adjust his harden cock. Again.

Apple: The conversation didn't last long, just her Mimi apologizing for not being able to make it. Apple hung up the phone, turning back to face him with the blush still on her cheeks. "That was um-" she was avoiding his gaze now caught on the consequences of her earlier actions, "-Mimi's not able to make it to dinner, so it will just be us she says." Karma was a bitch, she should have known better than to tease him. She was moist below, so Apple turned to dig through a drawer and retrieve new underwear. It didn't really register until after she pulled them out exactly how it would look like to him, and she hurried to find some type of excuse for why she needed new ones. "Better for the dress." she said, hiding them behind her back.

Zekai: Zekai shoves his hands into his pockets, turning his head to look over his shoulder in her direction. His eyes shamelessly looking her up and down as he presses his lips together. His hands in his pockets are his saving grace. All he can do is hope to fucking God he doesn't reach out and try to touch her, reach out do whatever he can because he knows she wants it as bad as he does. "So, where am I taking you then?" He questions, arching a brow as his eyes focus on her. He watches her every movement as she slips her hand into her drawer and retrieves a new pair of underwear. He has to bite on his lower lip to prevent himself from groaning. "Need me to ease the ache for you, Apple?" He growls under his breath.

Apple: "The reservation." she replied, after swallowing away some invisible lump, "It's still available, she just figured we'd take it still." Apple scrunched up the underwear in her hand, cheeks flaring at his comment. She pressed her knees together and bit the skin of her lips. He'd growled at her again, and it was somehow the sexiest thing that she could compute. "There's that feral creature again…" she left in the air in an attempt to get the upper hand of the situation, despite wanting desperately to not. "I'm quite starved, actually. I'll meet you out in a sec." Apple breathed out every word in a hushed whispered and made her way towards the door.

Zekai: Would it be too much to say she's the only one to ever make him growl like this? The only one to make him desperate to hear her panting, moaning and tugging away at the strands of his hair as he finds all those spots that make her thighs quiver. He swallows as he nods his head, turning to look somewhere else in the room. "Guess we should head out to eat then." He wasn't typically someone who begged. Normally, he took what he wanted but he couldn't do that with Apple. Apple was his best friend and if she didn't want him on his knees in front of her than he wouldn't do it. He brushes his tongue across his lower lip, forcing himself to stay planted in the spot she was going to leave him in.

Apple: Apple left the room only bolting out to the bathroom when she was out of sight. Quickly cleansing and changing herself, and splashing some water on face hoping the redness would go away. She was a lost cause. Why out of all people him? This burning feeling that spreads over her whenever he comes near was too hard to tame. But Apple's never been one to keep things to herself so after taking a last look in the mirror she walked out to him, stopping with an accusing finger aimed at his face. "What did you do to me?" she asked forcefully, hands moving around her face as she spoke, "I can't stop thinking about it. And it's making me all hot and bothered, and - and - and you're an ass. Fuck!" Apple turned from him, pacing to the wall before turning back towards Z. "Let's just go."

Zekai: Zekai pulls out his phone and starts to scroll through Instagram, furrowing his brows as he waits for her to finish changing. He turns his head when he hears her voice, tilting his head to the side. Each words that leaves her mouth has him moving inch by inch. Tossing his phone onto the bed, turning toward her and taking those small necessary steps to close the distance between them. "You can have it whenever you want," he mutters. "I've been thinking about it too." He exhales. "No one… No one even fucking compares." He closes the distance between them, pinning her against the wall with his body. "I'm starving and it's not for dinner."

Apple: "Z." she let out desperately unsure of their situation still. He was her best friend, she didn't want to damage that. Apple's raging hormones felt like a firecracker and she couldn't explain why, but she was always one to walk through her thoughts before making rash decisions. However, all Zekai did was cause her to make split moment decisions. The way his body pressed against hers doing more than it should have, and his words soothing some imaginary itch. "I don't want to be like them." she said, raising her hands into his hair, "but I can't seem to get you off my mind. I pressed my bean for god's sake." The words would have made her laugh if she wasn't so serious.

Zekai: Zekai presses his lips together when she confesses she doesn't want to be like them. "You aren't," but he wasn't the relationship guy. He couldn't be that. He wasn't sure he could do it for Apple but he knew he could make her scream, make her quiver beneath him. He leans down and brushes his lips along the side of her neck, unable to help himself with the little chuckle that leaves his lips. "Pressed your bean?" He murmurs, grabbing a hold of her hips and turning them around. He nudges them toward the bed and pushes her down onto it. "Show me." He gaze drifts across her.

Apple: She wanted to roll her eyes at his words, but held back. How was she not like them at this point? Pressed up against a wall with everything in her begging him to not let her go. Pathetic really, and something she used to laugh about when the two went out drinking and she's witness it in person. Instead, she smacked him shoulder for laughing at her, before being dragged towards the bed. His words sent so much excitement up her body, but she held strong unwilling to let him see any more of her disgrace. "I got morals, Z. I'm not going to touch myself in front of you." she replied, legs spread despite her words and one hand slowly made it's way to her underwear.

Zekai: Zekai arches a brow, a small smirk curving his features. "Come on, Apple." He mutters. His gaze falls to her hand as it starts to trail down her body to her underwear. He brushes his tongue across his lower lip, adjusting his stance in hope to ease the pressure under his jeans. He steps closer, his legs pressing against the edge of the bed as he inhales deeply, chewing on his lower lip. "Show me exactly what you did when you thought of me."

Apple: He wanted a show. It was embarrassing but the look on his face made it almost worth it. Apple’s panties were once again spoiling as she pushed them off, letting them rest beside him on the edge of the bed. She figured it’d be best to not look at him so she laid back on the bed and tried to forget he was there as she touched herself. The sensation was too much though, she could feel his eyes burning into her and she breathed out, “Touch me, please.” A plea, really, but she didn’t stop. Just one more time, she told herself. To get this … itch scratch and then they’ll be back to normal.

Zekai: His lips part, a single breath leaves him but he holds the rest of them. His gaze focusing on her fingers as they press her bean. The thought would have been hilarious had he not been fucking mesmerized by what she was doing to herself. Her breathy plea has him moving down to his knees in seconds, he grabs her legs and tugs her to the end of the bed, a light swat of her hand and his mouth is on her. He groans into her core, flicking his tongue against her clit as he moves his hand up and slides a finger into her, curling it up and rubbing that spot as he begins to spell his name on her clit.

Apple: Apple chuckled when he swatted her hand away, but did not protest, quickly falling onto her back as she felt him on her. It took everything in her not to moan right then and there, but her body gave her away with a body rocking shiver. Eyes quickly rolling into her head, she closed her eyes and placed a hand on the back of his head. Digging her fingers into his hair, "Oh, sweet jesus." she moaned while rolling her hips onto him. The feel of his tongue ever present on her clit making it impossible for her to keep quiet.

Zekai: His free arm wraps around her legs to keep her in place, wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking on it. He alternates between licking, sucking, and even nibbling. He wants nothing more than to keep her moaning, to make her shiver against him. He starts moving his finger in and out of her, making sure each time he pushes it into her he's curving it up to rub that spot of hers.

Apple: It all felt like a trap. Like he knew exactly what he was doing to her body, and why she was left yearning for him in such a despicable manner. Apple moaned and gasped as she approached her orgasm, arching her back up off the bed. “Shit, Z. Fuck. Oh!” she was unable to form proper words while her body shook with pleasure. “I can’t-!” Hold on any longer. Apple pushed against him, using her legs to push away from him as she came and fell back onto the bed. She quickly grabbed a pillow to hide the lust from her face.

Zekai: Zekai's grip on her legs tighten, his mouth on her as she lifts her hips. He follows her every movement, even if she's trying to get away from him. He licks her through her orgasm and once she relaxes is when he finally stops, pulling away. He raises his hand to his mouth, wiping away her juices his thumb. "Ready to go eat? If we don't leave now we are going to miss our reservation." He smirks as he stands up and shoves his hands into his pockets, heading toward the door. He glances over at her. "Need a minute?" It's hard not to be smug about it, making her cum in a way no one else has. At least he thinks so at her reaction.

Apple: Oh how she wished the bed could swallow her whole in that very moment. Apple couldn’t see his face but just on the tone she could feel his cocky smirk. Instead of answering him, she launched the pillow in his direction and sat up smoothening the mess that was her hair and patting down her dress. “I’ll meet you in the car.” she said after clearing her throat hoping she’d sound less affected. She’d forgotten all about dinner by this point. Had maybe hoped for more of him, but there was no way she’d say it. Apple quickly cleaned up and fixed herself before making her way out the door.

Zekai: Zekai nods before walking out. It doesn't take them long to get to the restaurant and to be sat at the table. He taps his fingers against his glass of water, waiting for his whiskey he ordered. He knows this is gonna be expensive as hell but you only live once, yeah? He lifts his gaze up to her, trying to figure out what she's thinking.

Apple: Apple didn’t say much as they made their way to the restaurant. At the table however, she noticed him a bit on edge or impatient. “Are you alright?” She asked tilting her head slightly as she waited for an answer. “You seem a bit distracted? What’s on your mind?” She wasn’t someone who really let things simmer for too long. Liking to communicate whatever needed attention. It’s what made her so great at her job, always staying ahead of anything and everything through the simplest act of conversation.

Zekai: Zekai nods his head. "I'm fine." He chuckles lowly. "I've been sitting here trying to read your mind since we got here. You have never been this quiet before." He muses, glancing up when the waiter brings over their drinks. "Thanks." He raises his glass up to his lips as his eyes focus on her. Ever since they crossed the line, the boundary he never thought he'd cross he wonders if it dampered his ability to read her. "So, what are you thinking about?"

Apple: “Read my mind, eh?” she smirked back at him but was interrupted with drinks before she finished. She gave the waiter a nod of appreciation then watched Z for a moment. “I have a million to one thoughts on this lovely head of mine Z. From work, to art, to just about everyone in my life.” Which wasn’t too many if she really thought about it. Lately she’s been pretty MIA from others. Not for any reason in particular, just time slipping. “Right this moment I was thinking about you though. Which prompted my question.”

Zekai: Zekai smirks, nodding his head. "Yeah." He keeps his gaze on her, tilting his head to the side when she talks about her thoughts. Have the two of them talked about anything since their moment together? He raises his glass up to his lips, taking a sip of it. "And what exactly were you thinking about me for?" He murmurs as he presses his lips together to hold back his smug smirk. Honestly, he's been hard as a fucking rock since that moment in her bedroom and he swears to God all he can hear are her cries.

Apple: Apple quickly rolled her eyes at the question, "You cannot woo me, Zekai. Wipe that smug of your face." But really hadn't he already done so? Technically speaking she had pressed the situation both times, so wouldn't that count as her wooing him? She grinned in response but proceeded to answer the question anyways, "We're going to go around in a circle if I answer that truthfully." she chuckled, "but on another note, How are you feeling. You've been keeping pretty busy since… the happening. What have you been up to? Do tell, because you know my life is as uneventful as can be."

Zekai: Zekai's smug expeession falls from his features as he drops his gaze to his glass. "If you say so." He mutters with a chuckle. "Isn't honesty the best policy?" He smirks at his glass. "I haven't done much. Just the radio show and stuff. I didn't realize how much time Daniela took up until…" he whispers.

Apple: "I did tell you though. I was thinking about you, and what had you so quiet. Your response answered my question, so I opted for a new one." Apple didn't think her earlier tease would make his face fall. It hadn't been her intentions, Z knew he meant more to her than anyone else ever could. She brought her drink to her lips, an orange juice and vodka cocktail she's been a fan of as of recent. "And stuff? What stuff?" she asked, then glanced away at the mention of Daniela. "Do you want to… talk about it?" Apple knew it was still hard for him. She could compartmentalize her emotions around death, had worked on it for years, but closure was something neither would get until the killer was caught.

Zekai: Zekai nods his head. "Fair enough." He raises his glass up to his lips, taking a long sip of it as he presses his lips together. Honestly, the stuff isn't anything bad. It's not anything really important to remember. It had been so long since him and Apple had their little night he wasn't even sure what she could have missed. It felt like it had only been a few days when it had been almost a month. He lifts his eyes up toward her. "I don't know. I don't remember what I did yesterday, Apple." He laughs breathlessly. "Talk about Daniela? Not really."

Apple: "You're funny." she said rolling her eyes, but smiled regardless. Classic him. Apple nodded in response to the latter and quickly moved to push the subject out of the table. "Well since you didn't bother to ask me, I'll just have to tell you what I've done. Rude. Don't say I didn't warn you." she started, then took another sip of her bring before continuing, "I visited a couple families out in Locke Row, then forced a couple friends to let me paint them against their will. Did some paintintg of my own at home, and was comissioned to do a mural out by the gym in Locke Row too. I'm still thinking about it, trying to see if I can fit it into my schedule somehow."

Zekai: "I am?" Zekai laughs. "Well, I'm glad I can make you laugh." He raises his glass up once again to take another sip. He tosses his head back to drink down the rest of the contents as he looks at the menu. "Oh, that… Sorry." He laughs. "Please do tell me about what you did." He keeps his eyes on her, a laugh leaves him when she says she forced friends to let her paint them. "Why doesn't it surprise me that you forced people to make you paint them? You were? What do they want you to paint?"

Apple: “Nah, it’s cool. If you don’t care about my days just say so next time.” She continued to tease place a sad expression on her face while holding a hand to her chest. Apple chucked a sealed butter packet at him and laughed, “Friend are there to help you, right? I needed some extra practice and didn’t feel like doing it all alone. You should be grateful I hauled them and not just you.” Apple was good at a great lot of things but keeping up with people was not her strongest suit. Probably from staying away for so long after things happened in her life. She simply didn’t know how to just ask to hang out for no reason. “Just like weights and work out shit and people.”

Zekai: "You know I care about your fucking days, you baby." Zekai laughs, picking up the sealed butter packet and throws it back at her. "You should have come over to my place, painted me… I heard I'm quite the muse." He didn't, but it was fun to say. He wasn't sure how seriously she'd take him though and he almost wants to take it back but that would be admitting there's more between them, right? Admitting that there's potential. He wasn't sure if he could be a boyfriend. He hadn't tried dating since that girl in high school toyed with him and broke his heart. He swore he'd never do it again and with his charming personality… Was it it something he could change?

Apple: Apple stuck out her tongue in defiance before bursting out laughing. She picked up her menu for the first time that now, finally figuring they should get their orders settled before the waiter comes back. As he spoke again though she glanced up at him and smirked, “You want to be my muse? I have loads of paintings of you already.” It was the truth. Ever since she could paint she’d use him for inspiration. Sometimes just his hands, or his torso that she’d mesmerized from growing up together. Simple and small things to help with proportions and accuracy she told herself. “But I’ll keep that in mind though. Going to make you regret ever offering such a thing. You know I take advantage.”

Zekai: Zekai picks up the menu as well, realizing Mimi picked a heavily fancy restaurant and because of Apple's outfit he felt severely under dressed. He nods his head as he shrugs his shoulder. "I wouldn't mind it." He wouldn't. Any time he could spend with Apple he was happy with. "You could never make me regret a thing. I'm way tougher than you think." He smirks. "I'm thinking steak. What about you?"

Apple: She was about to respond say something sweet back to him until he finished the sentence and she was left with a dropped jaw that she quickly attempted to regain from. Cheeks blaring, Apple reached for her drink once more. "Are you now?" she asked after gathering herself, why her mind automatically turned there was appalling. "I don't know, I seem to remember beating you at basketball quite a lot." Apple had lost all thought of food in the second that she glanced away from the menu so the first thing that came to her mind was, "I'm thinking the same. They make a mean sauce for it too."

Zekai: Raising his gaze up slowly to her from the menu, his brows furrow in confusion. Did he not seem tough? He wasn't sure how to ask why she was so surprised. All he could do was stare at her, at least until she brought up her constantly winning in basketball. "I'm pretty sure I was your hype man. Thank you very much." He gasps dramatically, dropping his gaze to the menu again. "I'm thinking red potatoes and corn."

Apple: Apple felt like a perve now, for thinking dirty when he'd obviously seemed to have meant it physically. What was happening through her head? "My favorite cheerleader to this day, and I absolutely love it. You're my number one!" she giggled as she brought her arm up as if to fist bump the air. She wanted to know how he felt about their encounter. Seemed like the perfect time to discuss it since they just left it all up in the air and never spoke about it, but she didn't exactly know how to introduce the topic. Or even if she should. "Loaded mash for me and corn."

Zekai: Zekai laughs. "I prefer hype man. I will not put on a right shirt and skirt for you." He teases, know he would if she asked. He presses his lips together as he turns his head to look at the waiter, putting in his order in. His head turns back to look at Apple. "Good taste there, Apple." He smirks as he watches the waiter leave after taking Apple's order. "You're going to let me try the loaded mash, right? Because that also sounds good as hell but I'm in a gravy mood." He admits. "Nothing better than brown fucking gravy."

Apple: “Even if I pout and stick out my cute lips like this?” Apple brought her bottom lip out leaning in to his earlier joke of calling her a baby. “Can you really resist that?” Handing over her menu, she made sure to order them another round of drinks before bringing her attention back. “As long as I can have some of the delicious gravy. Although I don’t understand why they don’t just give you gravy with the mash too. Seems only right.” Apple took the last couple sips of her liquor and pushed it to the edge of the table so the waiter knew to grab it next go around. “Would it be too presumptuous of me to believe we have something specific to discuss?” (edited)

Zekai: Zekai lifts his eyes up towards her, his gaze darkens as it drops to her lips. "If you don't put that lip back I will snatch it from you." He warns in a low tone so only she can hear him. He knew he would never be able to resist it. How could he? He shrugs his shoulders. "Restaurants are weird," he murmurs as he drops his gaze down to his menu. "Do we have something specific to discuss, Apple?" He raises his eyes back up to her. "If you have something you want to say, say it."

Apple: His words forced a laugh out of her but sure raised her hands in defeat. She wouldn’t put it past him to do just as he said but she did wonder how he’d do it over the table. It might be fun to watch which made her grin. “Nothing exactly, I just figured it would come up at some point.” Apple watched him momentarily wondering if perhaps it has just been her putting too much thought behind their actions, which wouldn’t surprise her either. This was new territory for her, whereas he’s been pretty well acquainted. “No need to go into it. It’s alright.” she says with a shrug.

Zekai: Zekai furrows his brows. If he was honest, he wasn't sure now Apple felt about him. He could assume, he could say that maybe she wants more or maybe she doesn't. He adjusts his position but before he can say anything the waiter comes back over and takes their order before leaving again. "You need to tell me what you want." He whispers. "Do you want us to stay friends? Do you want more? Do you want friends with benefits? What is it?" He asks, his eyes focusing on her.

Apple: She should have known he'd ask straight on questions, where she failed to properly explained hers, and smiled. Apple wasn't sure what she wanted. Being alone was comfortable she'd learned throughout the years, but she wasn't dumb enough to not notice that she liked him and it wasn't just in a friendly way. But she wasn't as free spirited as other's were in relationships. Apple dated for the end game, and that was something she made clear with everyone who she liked. She couldn't stand the thought of anyone doing it just for her though, and she knew Z wasn't ready for anything like that. "I think that maybe I just need to get it out my system." she said, reaching for her new drink, "I don't know. You know I never cared for intimacy before. Never even thought about it much, but now… so I'm thinking that I got to run it out my system and then I'll be normal again." What the fuck did she just say?

Zekai: Zekai leans slightly forward, his hand picking up his new drink. He raises it up and takes a sip, his gaze focusing on her as she starts to explain what she needs. Just some fucking to get it out of her system? That's something he can do no problem. He didn't know if he was ready for them to be a thing. All he knew was he was protective over Apple, the need to do anything for her had simply been normal to him because that's how he was with his other siblings but this recent attraction wasn't exactly surprising but it hadn't gotten to the point where it terrified him. "So, friends with benefits. When you need to be fucked you can call me and I'll be there, no matter what."

Apple: Apple laughed and shook her head, "In simpler words, yes. I think." Sleeping around with her best friend couldn't possibly end up horribly could it? She'd been extremely frustrated ever since that first night. She hadn't spoken to anyone about it obviously, but sometimes wondered if she should ask around and see if that was just normal for everyone. "I was thinking that since I didn't really have much of a 'hormone' rage growing up, it was just manifesting and then you let the monster out and now you have to put the monster down." No matter what he'd be there. Those words left her grinning.

Zekai: "Are you saying you have a hormone monster?" Zekai teases as he takes a long sip of his glass. He nods his head as he grabs a napkin and a pen from the table. He starts to write an agreement on it. "We will remain friends. We will communicate if the other enters into something exclusively…" which would never happen. "We scratch an itch whether you need it. Got anymore terms?"

Apple: "Not at all." she replied, clicking her tongue in feigned disproval, "But it's rather suiting don't you think?" Apple watched him for a moment trying to understand what he was doing and became flushed at the realization. "What are y- Z - You are not. Do we really need it written down?" It was too funny for her to not laugh but she wasn't sure if he was being serious or not so she covered her mouth with a hand. "Do we have to sign it too? I didn't realized our friendship was in question here." Did them having sex mean that they couldn't be friends? Technically it wouldn't just be friends on it's own, but really? Was she deviating?

Zekai: "It is." Zekai chuckles under his breath as he holds the pen in his hand. "Yeah, of course I'm writing down things because we need to be on the same page, Apple." He lifts his eyes up to her, watching her for a second as he presses his lips together. "Do you thinking signing it would be helpful?" He asks. "Our friendship isn't at question here, its us making sure that we are held accountable in case things get… sticky." And anot in a fun way he almost adds.

Apple: Apple pressed her lips to hide her smile because she figured a simple conversation would have surficed. Instead, they were drafting a manuscript of their sexual endeavors but she wasn't about to stop him. "That was just a joke, Z. We don't got to sign anything." she finally let out a short laugh, dropping her eyes to look at the napkin where he'd been writing. "Held accountable. Got it. For what exactly. I figured if we're… doing things as friends, then it would be pretty straight to the point no?" she bit her lip as she finished, trying to figure out exactly what could go wrong. Unless he meant the F word. Feelings. "What would you categorize as 'sticky'?"

Zekai: Zekai chuckles. "Would seal the deal a little better." He smirks as he lifts his eyes up from the napkin to her, shrugging his shoulders. "Friends sleeping together can sometimes her confusing. It's not always straight forward. It's why I never…" slept with Daniela. He clears his throat. "You and I have been best friends our whole lives. Now we are adding sex to it. We are literally doing those plot lines when two friends start sleeping together. Then feelings happen and yeah." Usually, they ended up together but he couldn't promise that.

Apple: "I was under the assumption there'd be other ways to seal the deal." she said raising her brows and tilting her head waiting for it to hit him. She was tempted to stretch her foot on over to clarify her words, but Z certainly seemed to have done this before so she didn't think he'd need the help. Apple didn't question his pause, merely waited for him to move on. "Right," was all she could really say, because anything else could be incriminating at best. "So in the chase of a 'sticky' situation, then what?" She was well aware of fluttering in her stomach, but she too shared his worries. Not for him, but herself. Threading new waters as she was the likelihood of a sticky situation was not unheard of.

Zekai: "Do you think you can wait until after dinner?" Zekai keeps his gaze on her, arching brow as a challenge. He is more than happy to leave before dinner is served. He has never done this before but he feels like he needs to make sure the two of them will walk out of this unscratched. "We stop." He says quietly. Right? That's what everyone did. "Or if you decide you want another relationship with someone we stop." Because he isn't the type to have one.

Apple: She wasn't expecting his quick wit and she blushed under his gaze, "I believe so. The loaded mash is simply too precious to pass." she said, clearing her throat. Apple had known exactly what the answer to the question would be, she'd thought the same as she asked it, but for some reason airing it made her thoughts falter and she pressed her lips. She tried to not let his quick response bother her so she nodded once trying to keep all expressions off her face. She was saved from speaking by an approaching waiter with their food in hand.

Zekai: His gaze drifts in the direction of the waiter, noticing the guy with their meals. "Good thing he is heading this way." He notices her expression. He was always able to tell what she was feeling or thinking. That's why he was worried about how bad this could get for either of them. He exhales as he sits up when the waiter puts their food down. "Why?" He asks, drifting his eyes to her. "Why did you look disappointed?"

Apple: The food placed before her smelled amazing and she welcomed it with a smile as she breathed it in. She glanced up at him at the question, "I'm not." she replied and shrugged, "This is all simply new so I'm absorbing all the information. Taking it all in, if you will." Apple wasn't sure why she just lied. Her truth had never been something she kept to herself, but she also didn't want to make it seem like something that it wasn't. "Is the gravy to your liking?" she asked, glancing back down to her plate.

Zekai: Zekai picks up his fork and nods his head, tilting his head down to look at his plate. He picks up some of the mashed potatoes and gravy on it, holding it out to her. "You have the first bite and tell me what it tastes like." He waits, his eyes taking her in. "My number one goal is not losing you, Apple. You're like a fucking part of me and I don't want to lose you."

Apple: "You don't have to tell me twice!" she said excitedly, leaning over the table slightly to reach his fork and taste his meal. "It's fucking delicious." she replied as the mash potatoes melted in her mouth. She was really starving. "You will never lose me, Z. We've been together our whole lives, do you really think that I could live a life where you're not constantly bothering me?" she teased to lighten the conversation. "I love you. Okay? You are and will forever be my best friend, above it all."

Zekai: Zekai smiles as he moves to start eating his meal. "Oh you're right." He murmurs as he picks up his knife to start cutting up little pieces. He lifts his eyes up to her as he nods his head. "Good, I really can't fucking lose you. I love you too." He tells her then moves his eyes down to his plate, taking more bites. "So when are we doing this? Or should i say starting this?"

Apple: Apple didn't wait much longer, and dug straight into her own potatoes savoring it's taste and happy dancing in her chair. "We're in this for life, okay? No one's going anywhere. If things get… sticky, we stop. Simple as that." she made sure to say it as well, so he knew she understood. They've always had each other, and in the end that's what she'd save regardless of the hurtles they may or may not face. "Eager much? I mean technically we already started it."

Zekai: Zekai nods. Honestly, hearing her words stirred conflicting feelings within him but be didn't plan on addressing it. "Good, its all I want." He pushes the napkin and pen to her. "You sign first." He smirks as he takes more bites. "Hmm, well I have been hard as fuck since we left your place so eager is the word we are looking for."

Apple: It's all I want. His words lingered and festered in her mind for a while. She pressed her lips before placing a smile on her lips to separate her thoughts from her expression. What did he even mean by that? It shouldn't bother her, but it did even though she could be taking his words completely out of context right now. Apple reached forwards and signed the napkin, shaking her head at his smirk. "I can't deal with you." she said playfully, then reached for her drink once more. "Down boy." she teased, "Save it for dessert."

Zekai: Zekai chuckles at her words, adjusting the way he was sitting in the chair. His gaze focusing on her for a seconds. "Can we please take this to go?" He murmurs as his eyes don't leave her. He needs her, he knows he does and each second that ticks by is getting worse and worse. "You know what? Fuck it. Check please." He raises his hand, a smirk on his features.

#zekai arlsan — threads.#threads — apple kiraz.#— demidevildiva.#verse — marina murders.

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xoxo-teddybear · 3 years ago

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Cheater? - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: fake cheating, cursing, angst, fluff, crack

Summary: PRANK WARS!! After coming to the conclusion that his own girlfriend pulls better pranks than him and has been one up-ing a lot recently, Katsuki decided to break their unspoken rule and pull a cheating prank

A/N: I recommend reading this fic as a continuation of this fic. It’s about Y/N’s revenge.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

“I don’t know who the fuck is listening right now, but I, Katsuki fucking Bakugou, am begging whatever heavenly body, god, spiritual being, whatever the fuck it could be, to ensure that my girlfriend does not leave my dumbass for pulling this prank. Thank you, bless.”

Bakugou kept his eyes shut with his palms pressed together in a praying motion for the longest time while he spoke to something to protect his relationship. When he was done, he took a breather and got up from the shared bed. He took out the camera and set it up behind Y/N’s makeup stuff to hide it and began to put his prank into action.

A few hours ago he had Kirishima pretend to be a girl and had his best friend flirt with him through text. This went on for some time to make sure that if you were to scroll through his conversation, you’d find a lot of messages. At the end of the texts, Bakugou had Kirishima find a random pic online of some random girl’s ass and had the red head sent it. Bakugou answered it with a very flirtatious text, which had Kirishima send a very cutesy, appreciated reply in a very girly matter, which ended the conversation. Bakugou changed his friend’s name to some random name, Kiyoko, and finished the job. Yes, the two friends were very uncomfortable doing this whole thing.

With the camera now recording, all Bakugou needed to begin his prank was his prized possession. You.

—

Bakugou and you were cuddling on the king sized bed. You both were just talking about whatever while Katsuki remained on his phone. You didn’t see it yet, but Katsuki was “texting” his friend. In reality, he was just waiting for you to look up at his screen to notice the scandalous texts he and this “Kiyoko” were having.

“Baby?” You asked while looking at your pretty acrylics.

“Yes baby?” Bakugou said while still looking at his phone. He had his arm wrapped around you while you layed on him with your cheek on his chest.

“Ion know...I love you baby,” you said in the cutest voice. Bakugou could only make a face of extreme awe to appreciate his precious girlfriend.

“I love you too Teddy Bear,” he said. You lifted your head to smile at him but you took notice of how he was still staring at his phone.

You pouted before smirking and climbing up to come face to face with him. You got in between him and his phone and grabbed his face with both hands. He smiled at you before you leaned down to peck his lips multiple times. Once you were done you tucked your head under his chin and looked to the side, just enjoying the moment. He kissed the crown of your head before going back to “texting.”

At the sound of him pressing random things on the keyboard, your pout returned. “Baby~ Pay attention to me!!” You whined.

You removed your head out from under his chin and layed your head next to his. You looked at his phone and saw a ‘thank you’ with a kissy face emoji from a “Kiyoko” before Katsuki switched the screen to some random game. “Who’s Kiyoko?”

“Hm?” Katsuki asked, pretending to be oblivious.

“Who’s Kiyoko? You were just on a text chat with her, why is she sending you a kissy face?” You asked with a little more attitude. You tried to take the phone out of his hand but he pulled it away.

“She’s just a friend, babe.” Bakugou said.

“Okay, well if she’s just a friend then why can’t I see?” You questioned.

“Because there’s nothing to see.”

“She sent you a kissy face. That’s something I’d like to see.” You said while easily taking his phone out of his hand.

“Babe, no.” He said and took the phone back. “Shes just a friend.” You took the phone back and he tried to grab it again before you held the phone away at a distance to make sure he couldn’t grab it. “Babe. Noo, stooppp.”

“If she’s just a friend then why’re you trying to hide it?” You asked with the phone still far away and him attempting to reach for it.

“Cuz we’re about to go out and-“

“What the fuck?!” You said as you looked to the texts. You froze in your position as you brought the phone closed and scrolled through the texts, stumbling upon the picture. Bakugou tried to take the phone away from you but failed (on purpose.)

“She just wanted an opinion,” he tried explaining.

“An opinion?!” You asked while sitting up and pushing him off of you. “She sent you a booty pic with you complimenting her and shit. And you’re over here calling her babe!”

“It’s not like that-“

“Then what the fuck is it like Katsuki?!” You asked. You went back to the text and reread some of the messages out loud. “‘Bet you enjoyed it when I wrecked you last night, Relax Princess Y/N’s never gonna find out, I love you Kiyoko-‘ Are you fucking serious?!” You said with a cracked voice as you looked at him.

He put on a small smile for the act but on the inside it hurt him to see you like this, but the prank would prevail. “Baby, calm down.”

“I’m not gonna calm down Katsuki, you’re cheating on me!” You continued to go on and on about how pissed you were and Katsuki was struggling to hold back his laughs. He eventually got up to run to the downstairs bathroom so he could let out his chuckles. “Where the fuck are you going?! We’re not done with this conversation!”

Bakugou said nothing as he ran to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. He bursted out in laughter as he crouched over due to all the excitement. He looked in the mirror and ruffled his hair a bit as he remembered the way you looked. The sad you would’ve made his heart ached but the angry you just made him laugh and kind of turned him on in a way.

After getting all his giggles out, he calmed down and got back into character. He opened the door to the bathroom only to see you walking down the stairs with your jacket and shoes on, carrying a small bag. “Baby?”

At the sound of his voice you only looked his way with a mean glare as you continued your walk to the front door. Bakugou ran to you as fast as he could as worry spilled through his body. “Baby, stop. Where are you going?”

“Get the fuck away from me. I’m done, we’re done. I’m going.” You said with a cold voice. Bakugou ran in front of you and held onto your arms as he pushed you back further into the house but you fought against his hold.

“Y/N, stop. It was just a prank.” Bakugou whined.

“Like I fucking believe that.” You said while trying to pry his hands off of you. Bakugou whimpered as he grew worried and felt himself getting choked up. He could feel the tears approaching but held them back. He could still save himself.

“Baby please. Come back upstairs, I’ll show you the camera!” He begged but you finally got his hands off of you as you ran to the door. You ran out the door and Bakugou grew frantic as he ran to the room to get the camera. When he came back down and ran out to the front to show you, you had already backed out of the driveway and were driving down the street. “Y/N!”

Bakugou ran back upstairs and into the bedroom to find his phone on the bed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He was quick to find your number and call you but you declined it. He called again a few more times and like before, you declined them. He called you so much that eventually, you stopped declining them and just began to straight up ignore them. This led to Bakugou leaving voicemails.

“Baby? Please pick up it was just a prank.”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry, I swear it was a prank! Please come back home!”

“Please come back Y/N! It was just a joke, none of it was real! Please answer me.”

“Baby, please come back. I love you.”

When he realized you weren’t going to answer, he opened up the messages with Kirishima and changed his name back before calling him.

“Hello?”

“Kirishima!” Bakugou said and his friend could practically hear the tears. “Prank went wrong! Went so wrong! Y/N fucking left! She didn’t even give me a chance to explain!”

Bakugou began hyperventilating as he tugged at his hair and looked around. He didn’t even focus on what Kirishima was saying as he looked around the once shared bedroom. He went through the closet and saw some of your clothes and shoes missing. Some of your makeup was off the vanity and when Bakugou looked to the nightstand to see the smashed picture frame that held the image of you both on your third year anniversary, he began sobbing.

“Please! Just fucking call her to explain! That’s all!”

“Alright, I’ll do it. Don’t worry, okay?” His friend replied to which Bakugou only hung up. He had every right to worry. His dumbass was about to lose you. Bakugou sat back down on the bed as he cried into his hands some more. He looked at himself in the large mirror hanging on the wall before scrunching his face and screaming.

“FUCK!” He shouted and threw something at the wall. He didn’t know what he grabbed, he just knew it broke. Bakugou flopped onto the large bed and cried some more as he waited for something, anything, to happen. But that night, nothing did.

—

3 days had passed and for 3 days Bakugou had constantly been calling you, your friends, your family, anybody he could do that he could reach you. He had constantly been crying and regretting pulling that stupid, stupid prank. It wasn’t worth losing you.

For the past few days, Kirishima had been checking up on Katsuki. He had been coming over a few times a day by using the hidden house key you both left under a rock on at the house entrance. On the third day, Bakugou told him to stop coming by and that he wanted to be by himself.

—

Bakugou had been hallowing in sadness on the bed until he heard the door open. He sighed again and walked to this bedroom door. On his way there he took notice of his appearance in the mirror and even though he was in the dark, he still saw his red, puffy eyes and tired face. He finally opened the door and walked to the living room so he could ward off his pesky friend.

“Shitty Hair, I told you that I didn’t wa-“ his eyes popped open at the sight he saw in the living room. He froze on the spot but felt immediate relief. “Y/N!”

“...Hi Katsuki,” you said in a soft voice. Bakugou smiled and instantly ran to you to pull you in for a tight hug. He squeezed you tight and grew joyous when he felt you softly hug him back.

“I missed you so much! I’m so fucking sorry, it was just a prank I swe-“

“Katsuki! I know, okay? Kirishima told Mina and she told me everything.” You explained and pushed him off slightly so you could face him. He nodded in understanding and you took note of his red eyes and nose. You sighed before speaking. “This is why we don’t pull pranks like this Katsuki!”

He sadly chuckled at you reprimanding him but nodded his head in agreement. “Yeah...I’m so sorry, Baby.”

“You should be! I almost actually left you!” You said with a little pout. Bakugou sadly laughed with relieved tears in his eyes as he held you.

“I know. I swear I won’t do anything like this again.” He promised.

“You better not.” You said, squished against his chest. You leaned up and kissed his cheek before you dragged him to the couch. You and Bakugou spent the rest of the day making up and cuddling. Everything felt so right again and Bakugou definitely learned his lesson.

A/N: not spell checked, sorry! Ummm…THIS KINDA SUCKED😭🤣

Tag list : @sxcker4you @aomi04 @tessabrown101 @ebiharachan @is-this-ash @iris-shihabi @sxturn-stars @isolight

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foryoumyheroes · 4 years ago

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Sharing is Caring

How [Midorya + Todoroki + Bakugou + Hawks] steal share food

A/N: I miss eating out but what can you do? Please, if possible for you, continue to stay inside as much as you can! I’m saying this bc the actions in these headcanons are not pandemic-friendly LOL Also, crack-ish?

Midoriya:

Oh, what? This little angel can do no wrong, of course he would never take your food without asking and he rarely even asks for a bite of your food unless you offer it up.

Always shares what his mom packed for the day as well as any other meal he has.

Willingly eats the things you pick off your plate. You eat what he doesn’t like. A symbiotic relationship.

Once you guys get to a comfortable part of your relationship he does do weird things in order to be closer to you.

No matter what he uses the same soy sauce tray as you, even when there’s a perfectly good one right next to him.

If you’re eating takeout and it’s a picnic or somewhere outside/inconvenient he will use the same chopstick as you. Just...you take a bite, pass the chopsticks, and go back and forth.

Drinks from the same cup as you. Even if he’s pouring out a cup for everyone and pours a drink out for him too, he’ll drink from your cup and then once you guys are done with that you’ll both drink from his.

He loves it whenever you guys do share food though!! It makes him [heart squeeze~] doing such a cutesy thing. He feels 100% more affectionate whenever this happens.

He just likes being next to you. If you guys get street food and have to stab with the skewers into that tiny box or bag, it makes his day standing so close to you for a while.

Of course, when he first did this he almost died every time because of the mental image of indirect kissing.

Todoroki:

It’s already canon that he offers up his precious soba whenever his close friends are feeling down.

Honestly such a baby boy.

This food sparks joy in me? It must do the same for them as well!

But once you guys get into the extremely comfortable part of your relationship the words “my food” and “their food” get erased from his vocabulary and is now completely replaced with “our food.”

When you guys go to a restaurant, you’re that couple that sits in the same booth seat, side-to-side, instead of across from each other.

He only orders one dish. The waiter will just stand there until Todoroki will be like, “We’ll order another if we’re still hungry.”

If you’re getting takeout, he’ll order two dishes but when you get home you’re still going to be sitting as close as ever eating from the same plate.

As a result every meal you have will always involve him sitting by your side.

The kind of person that never orders the same dish as you if you’re eating together.

It happens so frequently that Fuyumi bought this big old bowl for you two to eat from whenever you visit Endeavor’s house.

You guys are so lovey-dovey and roman -- 🤮 romant -- 🤮🤮 I can’t even say it. 🤮🤮🤮🤮

I mean it’s kinda economical, saving all this money sharing a meal.

Like a dog when they see you eat without them.

If you guys are having lunch and he ends up sitting on the opposite end of the table from you, one sound of you cracking apart your chopsticks will have him noooming over to your side to eat some too.

Quite honestly, if you try to eat without him he will physically fight you to take at least one bite too. He’s just jumping over you while you’re protecting your food from him like a football player with the ball.

[Aizawa: so...do any of you want to tell me how [Name] gave Todoroki a black eye?

Everyone starts talking over each other all at once while you’re saying, “I accidentally elbowed him in the face BUT that was my melonpan though!!” and Todoroki’s saying, “Our melonpan.”]

Kinda cute though because it becomes something you kind of just expect. He’ll buy like a boba, take a sip, and then immediately give it to your awaiting hands so you could taste.

Bakugou:

The person you’re leeching food off of.

He’s like, “FUCK off!” and “Get your own!” but we all know the truth 😊😊

Even tries to pass off his affections by saying that the portion you took from him doesn’t have the recommended nutritional balance so he gives you more meat/vegetables/rice to “even it out.”

Sometimes he’ll even feed you straight from his chopsticks, just straight up shoving food in your mouth. He’ll be really aggressive and pushy but he’ll do it.

If he wants your food, he’ll just gruffly say, “Give me that,” and snatch it.

He anticipates you wanting to eat his food so even though he’s a spice fan he’ll tone it down for you when you steal some from him later in the day.

[People will be like, “Wow he’s such a doting boyfriend.”

And he’ll yell, “Mind your own shit! I don’t fucking feed [Name] all the time!�� And then turn around to be like, “Here’s your napkin and I brought you utensils too.” sdfghkl]

[He’ll refuse to give anyone else food, and he’ll say some BS like, “No one is eating this but me!”

Kaminari is like, “but you’re sharing with [Name] right now!”

Bakugou: what of it?]

What if he lulls you into a false sense of security though.

He’s been lowering the spice levels this entire time leading you to believe that you’re getting better at spice and your tolerance has gone up but one day he just suddenly spikes it with spice and nearly kills you.

When you two cooked together you used to grab bites right in the middle of cooking and he told you off saying it was annoying but now he always calls you over to “taste test.”

Hawks:

This bastard.

Obviously he steals food from you all the time.

He even strategizes how to steal food from you in the most efficient way possible.

In more casual restaurants he’ll guide you to the seat that’s closer to the counter/bathroom/water dispenser and constantly asks you to go pick stuff up for him. That’s when he strikes.

Gets one of his feathers to tap you on the side/behind so when you turn your head he starts shoveling food when you aren’t looking.

Doesn’t wait for you when you go to the bathroom. You know this. He knows this. It’s survival of the fittest here.

You get so nervous whenever you get delivery food because if Keigo gets to it first he’s going to eat your fries.

Once he dipped his bare ass hands into your noodle dish and took the egg on top before you could stop him.

Every time he convinces you to rock-paper-scissors him for the last piece even if it’s your food.

Do y’all know that scene from Kung Fu Panda or Power Rangers where they move the last piece around the bowl and maneuvers it with the utensils so the other person can’t get it? If you’re a Pro-Hero too he’ll pull that shit on you.

LIKE JUST LET ME EATTT.

This is gross but he doesn’t even care if you licked something or put it in your mouth to “assert dominance” over it. He’ll just get you to spit it out like a mom bird.

One time he came home early from patrol and found out that you were eating fried chicken without him so the two of you just stood there on opposite ends of the apartment with you staring at him like 👁️👄👁️.

[Hawks: I thought you were bae--

You: Keigo--

Hawks:...turns out you’re just fam. ]

He turns and goes back outside and goes get his own fried chicken and even gets himself a treat ice cream. Takes a picture and sends it to you and everything to gloat.

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bonny-kookoo · 4 years ago

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Make Me | 🔞 | JJK x Reader

Pairing:Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Romance, Lowkey kinda crack, Smut, slight angst

Wordcount: 3.4k (its pretty short since I plan on giving you guys random smut-shots for this, so a lot of the scenes didn't make it into this one.)

Tags/warnings: Playful teasing, swearing, name calling, slight hair pulling, smut, usage of toys (remote controlled), slight angst, they be fighting a lil, it's a pretty low-carb meal really, very lightweight, okay I don't think there's anything else to say

Summary: Jungkook and you; a couple that's not only connected under the name of lovers- but best friends and enemies as well.

Jungkook is absolutely in love with you.

That may be hard to believe, considering the two of you currently fighting on the couch over the last bite of your burger. You're not play-fighting like cutesy couples either, no; you're both acting as if starvation was the only alternative.

Its really not; there's plenty other takeout still on the table.

"I paid for this shit you ungrateful bitch!" He laughs out as you stuff the bite into your mouth, hands high in triumph. "I can't believe you sometimes." He mumbles, watching you chew and swallow before he attacks again. He's careful with you, although it might not seem that way. Jungkook wouldn't dare to injure you in any way, always getting apologetic every time he accidentally bruises your skin. He pins your arms on the couch, predatory eyes staring at you as you raise your eyebrows.

"What'cha gonna do about it?" You challenge, and he groans out as he lets you go.

"Fuck you!" He says, and you laugh out loud. "Don't make me fucking pop a boner- I don't wanna eat cold french fries!" He whines while reaching for said food item, and you shrug as you reach for the pack of chicken nuggets, opening a tiny tub of sauce. "I can't believe you." He chuckles, unable to hold up his facade of being upset about all of it.

He really isn't.

Everyone of his friends thinks its weird- the relationship you two had. He himself however always felt like he had won the jackpot with you; he had a hot girlfriend he didn't have to change anything for. There was no need to be all romantic and cheesy and make himself into someone he wasn't. Being gentle was no requirement with you; you were his absolute best friend, and also lover at the same time.

He had it all with you.

Hard to believe, but Jungkook had been very realistic about it with you. Of course it had been exciting when you two had hooked up for the first time- but the more he got to know you, the more he fell in love with your honest nature and loving personality. You were passionate about your art, never let someone talk down on you, always spoke your mind. You were a challenge, a tiger waiting to be tamed, and Jungkook was as ready as he had ever been to try and do just that. Because right now you were young, you were wild, and one day, you'll have lived all of your dreams. Somewhere deep down, he already imagines it. Sometimes. The way he'll buy a house for you two, how he'll marry you and knock you up to make his family complete.

But for now, you were simply two young lovers in the moment.

Theres a drop of sauce on the top of your breast, and you don't even notice the way Jungkook stares as you wipe it off with your finger, licking it clean like second nature. He's furrowing his brows as he throws his head back, pure agony in his voice as he growls out. "God what is it now?" You playfully complain, last bite of your food gone in your mouth as you look at him with amusement. "Don't tell me you're still hard." You say.

"Fuck off, it's your fault!" He laughs out, unable to quite conceal how funny the entire situation seems to him as well. "Can't you sit on my dick while I finish my food?" He whines, pouting expression thrown your way as you give him a look that says more than you could with words. "Okay yeah saying that out loud makes it sound weird." He mumbles, speeding up his speed as he finishes his food. He swallows after a moment, leaning back on the couch as he gives himself a moment to settle. Maybe he'll come down on his own.

But then again, as he looks at you, he has to remember what his mother always told him.

'don't let the food get cold'

And its your laughter in his ears that makes him smile as he crawls over you, pulling your shirt over your head as he decides no; he doesn't want to wait.

"Jungkookie, LOOK!" You exclaim as he walks inside your studio, watching as you were petting a massive dog. Maybe a great dane? Mastiff? It didn't matter at all- because you were so happy his attention wasn't on the animal next to you at all. "He's so cute, aren't you?" You say, squishing the dogs head a little. Jungkook laughs.

"Please don't tell me you want a dog now." He says, and you look at him with large eyes. "No, please, we can barely take care of ourselves right now!" He laughs. "Bring it up again when you can walk stairs without stumbling." He teases, and you stare daggers at him.

"At least I'm not scared of the fucking microwave." You mumble, as you stand up, the customer absolutely entertained by the two of you. Jungkook slaps your butt as an answer to your teasing, making you squeal scandalized. "Jungkook! That's public indecency!" You exclaim, and Jungkook laughs as he sits down on a chair in the waiting lounge you're standing in.

"If that's true I gladly get arrested." He says, and you roll your eyes as you say your goodbyes to the customer and his very lovable pet, getting your stuff to walk over to him. "Good to go?" He asks, and you nod, walking out next to him as you spot his car outside- or rather, the small van his company provided him. You have had your suspicions already as he was still wearing his work attire- this sight now spoke out clearly what you were fearing.

"Jungkook no-" You whine, and he sighs, silently telling you were right. "You promised no more overtime!" You said. "We were supposed to have a nice weekend!" You say, genuinely upset, and he can see it; the look in your eyes is pure disappointment, brows scrunched up as your shoulder slump down. "You promised." You mumble, as he opens the passenger door for you, letting you get inside the car.

"I'm sorry, but Tae called in sick and they asked who could take his shift." He explained as he drove home, well knowing that this was no excuse for you. But instead of voicing that out like you usually did, you were silent.

He did not like that.

"I'm really sorry." He says again, but you're still not answering him. "Baby?" He tries, but you're looking out the window, not sparing him even a glance. He knows he fucks up sometimes, but this is entirely new territory for him. Never had he had to deal with you genuinely upset with him, at least not to this extend- because at the moment it seemed as if you were ready to open that door at the next red light and walk right away from him.

The thought alone made him shudder- and not in a good way.

He tries again, but this time you speak; voice quiet, serious, and way too formal for him to feel comfortable with. "Just bring me home Jungkook." The way you say his name makes him bite the inside of his cheek. He's now upset at himself as well. He knew how much you had been looking forward to a shared weekend together. He should've not said anything when they asked who could take over the shift.

And as he came to a stop in front of your shared apartment, it only got worse. Because for the first time, you just got out of his car, closing the door, and went into the apartment complex.

You didn't give him his kiss to the cheek like you did every time- even when you were mad.

You didn't say goodbye.

You didn't even look back.

"I don't want you gone all the time." You whine out as you hold onto him, his hands on your back as he helps you stay where you are on his lap, your head in his neck as you breath heavily. "I need you." You say, and its one of the rare moments you're open like that. He's eating it up, drinking it in, as he holds you, palms all over your bare skin while you move lazily.

"I know, I'm sorry, I really am." He breathes out, placing kisses to your shoulder, helping you rock on his cock so you won't have to do all the work. "I need you too, I really do, I'm sorry." He mumbles, slipping out of you for a moment before he lays you flat on the bed, guiding his length back inside you as he looms over your body, kissing your skin as if he's worshipping you, as if he can't get close enough to you, his hands holding onto your middle as he keeps you stable while he pushes into you slowly.

"Faster-" You beg him, but he shakes his head, not picking up his pace at all as you whine. "Kookie please-" You say, and he shakes his head again.

"No, we got time." He argues back, and you open your eyes at that, looking to the side. "What is it?" He asks.

"We don't." You say. "You have to get up early tomorrow." You say, and Jungkook shakes his head, making you roll your eyes for a moment as you want to continue- but he shuts you up with a well practiced hand on your clit, your body reacting instantly as your toes curl up. "Jungkook-"

"I don't." He says, gritting his teeth as he finally picks up his pace. "I took time off." He breathes out. "Told them I need the weekend." His hand is eager to have you come undone underneath him as your legs move, heels digging into the small of his back as you snake them around his body the best you can considering the size difference. "Told them I got my girlfriend at home, and guess what?" He asks, and you mewl at his antics. "No one's gonna call me up. Phone's on airplane mode." You're suddenly frantic, hands gripping the bedsheets underneath you as he doesn't let up, smiles into your neck as he bites and sucks his marks. "They can fuck off while I fuck you." He whispers, and you suddenly snap, back arching as you come, his violent thrusting making you sob dryly, fingers reaching for his arms as you dig them into his inked skin.

That's your art underneath his skin, safely tucked away to be guarded from time. That's your ink on his body, your way of making him yours. And this, the way he mouths and nibbles and bites and kisses- that's his way of making you his.

He slips out, desperately rutting into his own hand as he cums onto your lower belly, his release staining the sheets below.

But it doesn't matter in that moment.

He gladly cleans up afterwards.

"Would you ever wanna live in New Zealand?" You ask him, as he makes sure not to burn any of the food on the grill.

It's your yearly holiday trip, this time in the cold of new Zealand, a camping van your home for the two weeks you'd decided to travel the country. "I mean, why not?" He tells you, turning a piece of meat over, before he looks at you sitting next to him, all bundled up in his way too large puffer jacket. It's already large on him- so it almost swallows you whole. But it also awakens something inside him, seeing you wear his clothes like that. He feels protective, weirdly so.

"Hmhm." You say. "The people seem nice here." You say, and then you rest your head against his shoulder, making him smile as his arm wraps around you- a movement almost instinctual at this point. "But I don't know, won't we miss home?" You wonder, and Jungkook shrugs.

"I don't really need a home as long as you're with me." He says, speaking it out loud without thinking as you suddenly detach from him. He looks at you, worried he might've said something too much, but you look at him so.. he can't describe it. Your lips are on his in the next second, before you go to the van to retrieve some paper plates.

"Oh my god, that was-" You say, balancing cutlery in your arm. "-The most romantic fucking thing you've ever said!" You say, putting everything onto the camping table as he chuckles. "No, I mean it. That was so movie-worthy!" You say. "I feel like I'm in a K-Drama!" You exclaim, and he laughs.

"They don't swear that much in K-Dramas." He corrects you playfully, but still smiles. "But yeah I get you. Sometimes I feel like this isn't real too. Too good to be true and all that." He says, and you suddenly squeal, making him look at you.

"Stop!" You say, before you hug him tightly.

You're looking through clothing items when you suddenly feel it.

The sudden buzzing right inside you, making your foot studder in its step as you try to conceil your reaction as best as you can. You can feel your thighs clenching, muscles contracting as the feeling of the bullet vibrator. And one look towards Jungkook sitting on a chair in front of the dressing stalls makes you want to punch him right in his pretty face.

He's got his hand inside his sweater pocket, smirking slightly at your struggle as he doesn't seem to care who's sitting next to him- or who could see you and connect the dots. He likes things like that; the slight thrill of getting caught and the literall proof that you had given him all control making him feel absolute bliss.

You're more concerned about the fact that you're about to cum.

Right inside this fucking store.

You shoot him daggers, and he simply has the audacity to smile, shrugging his arms as if he's got no idea what you mean. He tones it down a little, turning it off for now when he felt like he'd tortured you enough; stripping you of your orgasm as well. You want to whine out, complain, but you simply but the clothes back where they belong, walking up to him. "Oh? Nothing caught your eye baby?" He asks innocently, and you simply smile, shaking your head. "Alright." He says, getting up to walk out with you.

And its inside the car after he had parked in a secluded spot on a scarcely lit parking lot that he turns the device on again. "I have to say.." He starts, watching you squirm in the passenger seat, hands instantly clenching into fists as your legs squeeze together. "I'm not mad anymore I almost paid a hundred bucks for this thing." He tells you. "Feels good baby?" He asks, and you nod- but its not enough for Jungkook. "I can't hear you." He tells you, and you have to cut yourself off to not moan out loud.

"I-t.. ah- feels good.." You somehow get out, squirming and slowly growing desperate as he keeps the setting low- too low for you to actually cum. He's enjoying the show for a moment, until he reaches underneath his drivers' seat, fumbling around before the seat rolls back, making more room. You know what's going to happen next. "Can I-?" You start, and he nods, helping you safely onto his lap.

"You look so pretty like this." He praises, hands underneath your clothing as he gently fondles your breasts- enjoying the fact you've decided to skip the bra today. "Hm?" He humms against your skin, before he leans back, switching onto the highest setting. He doesn't even need to touch himself to get off, he knows that already; the sight in front of you enough to get him going. You're erratic at this point, Hips rutting into nothing as you hold your hands awkwardly in front of your mouth. Jungkook reaches out, letting you hold onto him, and he feels weirdly loving at the sight of you holding onto him so desperately. "Oh?" He suddenly asks, noticing you stutter. "Cum baby. Come on." He urges, and you want to tell him its too much, too much, but then you suddenly cum, and he tones it down a little, letting you ride it out as you clumsily fondle him over his jeans- only a few movements enough for him however to come undone inside his pants. "Shh, you're good, good job, good girl." He humms out, letting you rest against his chest for a moment, closing his eyes as he enjoys the moment with you.

He's really not mad about the hundred bucks anymore.

One thing Jungkook had come to live with was the fact that you loved everything cute.

You collected anything pink and soft and cute, plushies being his go-to present because he knew that would always be a bullseye-shot with you. They're all over the place, but Jungkook doesn't mind. Even though he can't understand the appeal of some of them, he himself understands the appeal of collecting things. And he's also not one to judge- having accepted you with every piece and habit you have.

That doesn't mean he doesn't tease you for it.

"Why's the rat wearing old granny clothes?"jungkook snorts, jumping over the back of the couch to sit next to you, who is currently trying to sew a hole on your melody plush toy shut.

"Shut up, Melody isn't a rat!" You mumble, making Jungkook chuckle as he eats his popsicle, watching you work. He really likes how delicate your hands are; they fit nicely in his hands whenever he holds them. Yours get cold a lot- and he likes giving you some warmth whenever he can.

Anything for you.

"I think its a rat." He tells you, giggling boyishly when you throw your head back, groaning. He gets up to walk into the kitchen to throw the wooden stick of his treat away, as he hears you.

"Well detective melody thinks you're a little bitch." You retort. And only seconds later, jungkook is behind you, looking over your shoulder to check if its clear- he doesn't want you to hurt yourself with the needle. Once he's made sure, he grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling it back so you're looking at him upside down.

"You wanna say that again sweetheart?" He growls out, and your sparkling eyes shout mischievously at him from below.

He loves the powerplay.

But this time you decide to ge cute, holding the stuffed toy into his face as you giggle. "Its melodys words, not mine!" You argue, and he laughs, before he pushes the toy aside, pressing a kiss to your nose before he walks back into the kitchen again. "Although I can't argue with whats been said-" you start, and Jungkook shouts from the kitchen as you laugh.

"I wasn't a little bitch last night when I was balls deep in-" he starts, and you scream over his words, scandalized.

"Jungkook, not when melody is listening!"

"So.." Jimin started, looking at your hand. "You wanna explain that expensive ass thing?" He asks, before he slaps the table. "Don't tell me its real!" He asks, eyes wide as you laugh.

"Why, you wanna steal n' sell?" You challenge, and he shakes his head, now a little more serious.

"No, I just wondered. He popped the question or not?" He asks, and you can't help the grin that spreads onto your cheeks. But before any of you can answer, the man in question walks inside, having heard the conversation.

"I did, and that means you can fuck off Park." He challenges, roughly pushing the elder away with a hand on his head, making everyone laugh at their antics. "How's my fiance doing?" He asks. "Still walking like a newborn babydeer?" He teases, and you smack his head with a printout you had rolled up. "Ow, you literally told me to go hard, don't be mad now!" He says, before running away from your red-faced form, chasing him with the printouts around the studio.

Yeah, some things never change.

And that's ok.

(c)Bonny-Kookoo. Don't try reposting on AO3 or your mom's facebook. I got eyes everywhere.

#bts imagine #bts #bts fanfic #jungkook imagine #bts fic #bts smut #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook #bts reactions #Make Me! AU

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hotlineslasher · 4 years ago

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Interview With A Slasher

Rating: Explicit (I think?? I mean it’s smut)

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual Content (Vaginal Fingering), Danny is a confusing bastard

A/N: I don’t want plot with my porn just feelings! This is my first fic I’ve ever posted pls be gentle with me I promise I’ll be better in the future and write less niche scorpio porn

AO3 link

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When you first set foot into the entity’s perverted playworld, it was a hellscape made worse by how straight-up confusing everything was. Sure, the entity keeps on coming up with new insanities to throw at you, but over time you’ve learned there are rules that make things bearable. That make things make sense. If x, then y. If you break the don’t-drop-god-pallet rule, you get left to suffer on the hook longer. If you don’t unhook your teammates before the entity creeps down to thrash with them, you probably won’t escape with your life... or your friendship. If you don’t heal Bill quickly, his wheezing will be everyone’s downfall.

And, of course, if you so much as look at a killer outside of the trials, you’ll be cut off from the group.

Though it made all the sense in the world for survivors and killers to hook up in between hooking, you were the only one out of your little group to do the deed with one of the proverbial devils in your hell. Survivors smooching survivors was completely commonplace but you knew if they found out the infamous ghostface had taken very... different polaroids of you, they’d take it as a betrayal. Other survivors who weren't already spoken for were fair game, but choosing to interact with any of the killers was a statement.

So, despite Danny’s whining and bitching, you had made sure to be extremely careful. Which meant additional rules for the two of you. One of which was no sneaking off from the campfire, no matter how hard you could feel him staring at you from across the burning logs. Ironically, you weren't exactly sure where the two of you stood in the less literal sense. One dirty affair was more than enough for you, so you hadn't so much as looked at any of the survivors like that since your first hookup with Danny... but you didn't know if the same could be said for him. I mean, as ridiculous as the situation is, it would be nice to know what you meant to him. With Danny, it was kind of hard to tell. On one hand, he'd been... interested in you from the start. Any time you were in a trial together, you were his obsession, and it had always been like that. He was less lethal when it came to chasing you, like he enjoyed the game of cat and mouse when you were the one playing it with him. On the other, as much as he loved to stalk you, he wasn't exactly forthcoming about himself. Whenever you tried to get to know him beyond the ghostface mask, he'd distract you, or deflect, or get magically pulled away to a trial. Your gaze drifts over to where Nancy and Steve are huddled together, looking the very image of cutesy. Oh, to pick sensible romantic partners like Steve.

“You okay, kid?” Bill’s gruff voice pulls your focus from the flames you’ve been staring at to avoid Danny’s gaze. Ironically, Bill is sitting across from you so now you have a small excuse to glimpse in Danny’s direction. “Bad trial?” The old man prompts.

Your shoulders pull up in a shrug, “I mean, when is there ever a good trial?” Your answer isn’t cheery by any stretch, but that’s one of your favorite things about Bill. Talking to him, you don’t feel any pressure to bullshit and act optimistic.

A husky laugh rattles out of him and immediately you feel more at ease, like you’re just hanging out with peepaw. “Fair point,” he nods. “Who was it? One of the more fucked-up ones?”

It actually makes you snort, because intuitively you sort of know which select killers he’s referring to. “Yeah, it was the clown. I swear to god, I inhaled so much of that shit my voice is going to start sounding like yours,” you smile, eyeing Bill with the fondness of grandpa’s favorite grandkid.

Bill rolls his eyes and it looks like he’s going to fire back some sass when suddenly Ace comes sauntering over to clap a hand on his back. “Sorry to interrupt, hot stuff, but I need you to come teach the new girl that trick against slugging.” Ace tilts his head towards where Feng and Elodie are sitting a couple yards away, both audibly pissed at having been left to bleed out on the ground.

“Oh, sure, sure.” Bill nods as he gets up from his seat, always one to have his priorities clearly in check. Another one of the unspoken rules. Someone needs some guidance in the trials, you give it to them without hesitation. You still owed Meg for teaching you how to slip into lockers quietly. “Wait— you uh, you gonna be okay on your own?” The old man is standing like he’s ready to go with Ace, but his eyes are hard and clearly telling you he’ll stay with you if you need him to.

Ace opens his mouth, probably to offer to keep you company, but you’re not like Bill. Waving them both off, your eyes fall on where Danny is crouched in the shadows. Your priorities are nowhere NEAR where they should be, you think, waiting for them to take a few steps away before you break your very cardinal rule: no sneaking away at the campfire.

His hands were on you immediately and your adrenaline ran hot in response. “You have to be quiet, Danny,” you reminded him quickly, keenly aware of his penchant for risky dirty talk.

“Aww, but I thought you hated it when I was quiet!” You couldn’t see his face behind his mask, but god, you could feel the dramatic pout. His fingers slid across your hips, pulling you into him aggressively. “Or do you just need some foreplay first?” He purred, one palm slipping down underneath your skirt to grab at the flesh of your ass. “Fuck, I love it when she puts you in this.”

“Danny!” You hissed, nerves ablaze with proximity-based anxiety. You were playing with fire by even letting him get this far and you knew it. Danny was the kind of guy who you couldn’t give an inch to because he’d take a yard and would make it feel so good you’d happily give him a mile no matter how many warning alarms went off in your head. “If any of them-“

“I know, I know, if any of them find out you’d be a pariah, blah blah blah... hey, I didn’t know you liked the old fucker so much,” Danny says completely casually, his palm smoothing over your asscheek absentmindedly.

You sigh, hating how you can already feel yourself melting a bit under his touch. “Feeling jealous?” You breathe, looking up into the black mesh that’s hiding his eyes from you.

He has the audacity to snort, the cocky son of a bitch. “Fuck no,” he chuckles light-heartedly. “You’re lucky I don’t spank you raw just for suggesting that.” You feel the points of his fingers dig into the skin of your ass with the threat. Suddenly his other hand is on your face, cradling your jaw gently. “I just wanna know more shit about you,” he says plainly, his two hands sending two very different signals to your touch-starved brain, both of them good.

You lean into the one that’s framing your cheek, hating yourself for how handsy you’re letting him be when you’re both close enough to hear Bill bark out directions. “Yeah? You wanna know who’s my bff back at the campfire?” It’s sarcastic and you know you immediately need to make up for it unless you want to tempt him into making you scream. You decide you’ll placate him by turning your face and pressing a kiss into his gloved palm. You think you catch the faintest sigh from him for your effort.

“I do,” he grunts as his hand turns to cover your mouth, his fingertips pressing into your cheeks. “I wanna know everything about you.” Coming from someone else, it might sound romantic. But Danny’s voice is dark, teetering on obsessive. From a different person, the words might paint a picture of lovely dates and idyllic late-night conversations. But from his masked mouth, they scream stalking. Looking at you when you don’t know he’s there, sifting through your belongings, hoarding candids of you that you’ll never know exist.

“So come on, is it the geezer? You know, thinking back on it, he does love to take hits for you,” Danny muses, his mood suddenly light again.

You roll your eyes, reaching up to pull his palm off your mouth when you feel his grip soften. “Sure, I guess Bill is my bff. I have to fight Ace for him though, so I don’t know how mutual it is,” you shrug. It’s irrelevant shit, you know it is, and you can’t see his face to make sure, but you suspect Danny’s listening intently to you anyways. Like he’d be happy to hear you prattle on about the social dynamics between the people he loves to gut. The undivided attention fills you with yearning and his gloved finger is in your mouth before the thought is even fully formed. You don’t know how much of your heat he can actually feel through the thick fabric, but based on how his fingers slip under your panties, it’s doing something for him.

“God, you’re such a slut,” he hisses, the fingers in your panties now prodding at your slit. “You don’t know how bad I want to pull out my dick and make you choke on it right now.” His arousal feeds yours like it always does and combined with the leather slipping between your folds, you don’t stand a chance. Fuck the rules. You lathe at his finger happily, but Danny has other plans and before you know it your mouth is empty. Your eyebrows pull up in confusion and he shushes you sweetly. “I wanna hear more,” he explains, his fingers inching towards your hole. “Tell me,” he urges, “tell me everything and I’ll make you cum, beautiful.”

His slow attack on you has you biting your lip and failing to decipher what he specifically wants to hear. “W... what do you want to— know?” You breathe, both of your hands finding themselves on his chest for support.

“Which one of them was your first friend here?” He asks as one of his long fingers penetrates you lazily. He wastes no time in establishing the sensual rhythm, but you know Danny, and you know it’ll all stop unless you play his weird games. Today, it’s whatever the hell this line of questioning is.

You blink, trying to come up with an answer while he massages your walls. “Meg,” you finally answer, your nails digging into the leather covering his chest. He doesn’t answer right away and you bite back a smile. “The redhead,” you clarify. Of course he wouldn’t know anybody’s names, duh, you’re letting a killer fingerfuck you right now.

Pleased that you’ve caught onto what he wants, Danny slips another finger into you and makes you keen like a teenager. “Who would you bring back with you, if you could go back to your old life?” Both the question and the spot his second finger rubs up against take you by surprise and you almost cry out. The contrast between how well you know each other’s most sensitive spots and how little you know about each other’s ‘old lives’ gives you a weird feeling in your stomach. “Shhh,” Danny taunts happily, “we have to be quiet, remember?” His smirk is pretty much audible as he throws your words back in your face.

You shoot him a glare in response but grab onto one of his outfit’s tendrils to hopefully try and ground yourself. “Who’s your bff?” You suddenly ask, taking you both by surprise. His fingers keep moving but it’s clear he wasn’t expecting you to flip his inquiry back on him. You can't blame him, you weren't expecting you to do that either. The quiet milliseconds feel like hours and you find yourself starting to sweat a bit more. Fuck, was that not okay? His fingers stay inside you, moving at their same rhythm, but you're to busy overthinking to keep climbing towards your orgasm right now.

“Amanda, probably,” Danny responds with a small shrug. You feel yourself start to breathe again. “Oh,” he giggles, “you wouldn’t know her name, right. The Pig,” he clarifies quickly before shifting his focus to your clit.

A sigh tumbles out of you as he rubs it with just enough pressure to make you sink your nails into the cloth of the tendril. Like always, Danny’s mind and body seem to be on two different paths as he starts plunging his digits in faster. “Danny,” you beg, desperately wanting a beat to think about the information he just gave you but not finding it in his new rhythm.

“Come on, you didn’t answer my second question. You’re lucky you look so fucking hot right now or else I’d leave you high and dry... well, maybe I will...” he threatens and you press your forehead into his chest, trying to communicate how badly you do /not/ want that to happen.

“Fuck, fuck,” you pant, brain whirring trying to remember his question. Honestly? It’d been so long since you let yourself think of your ‘old life,’ you didn’t really have an answer thought out. “I don’t— know,” you pull back to look at him through his mask, “I don’t think about my old— my old life anymore.” You’re not sure if it’ll piss him off because you’ve again failed to answer the question but Danny tends to like honesty so you pray he lets it slide. Because, fuck, his thumb on your clit like it is has you ready to drench him at any moment.

He’s quiet for a second. His head tilts. And then you hear his gruff sigh and suddenly his pace becomes even more lethal. Your knees buckle but his other hand wraps around your waist like a vice and you swear some of the tendrils seem to reach out towards you too. If you thought it felt heavenly before, it was nothing compared to how he was touching you now. Your own hand has to slap across your mouth to stop you from moaning like a whore. “Good,” he hisses, his voice low. “Don’t ever think about it,” he demands, “you’re here, now.” Your vision swims as you tear up, his assault on your heat making you shake. “You’re never getting rid of me, you understand?” His voice sounds obsessive again but it only gets you hotter.

You both know you’re going to cum any second, there’s no way you could properly respond to the insane shit he’s saying right now, you can barely even process it. So, instead, you choose to be risky again and move the hand that’s covering your mouth to his neck instead and pull his mask to meet your lips.

Your eyes jam shut as your hips seize and sharp jolts of white-hot pleasure wrack your entire being. You hope you’re quiet but honestly, mid-orgasm you can only hear Danny’s erratic panting. For a few precious seconds, while your body is flooded with endorphins from his ministrations, it’s just you and him. Your mouth pulls away slightly while you ride the orgasm but he closes the distance between you instantly, pressing his masked mouth to yours.

The blood pounding in your ears starts to slow down and your eyes open back up slowly. You’re so close you can see through the mesh and into his irises. His pupils are completely blown out and it gives him a downright feral look you know should really scare you. But it doesn’t. After all, that’s the real first rule you broke.

You pull away and lean your head on his shoulder when you start to worry he'll hear how your heart is beating out of your chest, your panting far quieter now though it’s still rugged as hell. “Who...” you pipe up when you feel his fingers slip out of you, “who would you...?” Your brain is still way too fuzzy from the hormones to fully articulate what you mean. Hopefully he gets that you’re asking his question back and doesn’t think you just sound like an idiot—

You feel his chest shake when he rumbles out a chuckle above you. From where you’re angled, you get to watch him bring his fingers up to his mouth from behind the mask. A small groan escapes him at tasting you and your chest soars with confidence. He thinks you taste good. Better than good, given how much time he’s spending savoring every last drop on his tongue. You almost forget about your question at the show, but you remember instantly when his raspy voice rattles out, “isn’t it obvious?”

You blink slowly and then suddenly you feel a swell of affection for him as you get his meaning.

Out of everyone, even the killers, you. He’d choose you.

#dead by daylight #danny johnson #DBD Ghostface #dbd danny #dead by daylight x reader #ghostface x reader #dbd fanfic #danny johnson x reader #danny johnson smut #danny 'jed olsen' johnson x reader #slasher #slasher community #slasher smut #smut writing

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hanji-is-life · 4 years ago

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*slides you $20* I got one bff!kirishima. That’s it. That’s the tweet lol

You’re both the ultimate himbo/bimbo team out there because you’re both completely oblivious to how the other feels and doesn’t even realize that y’all be doing couple shit all the time like cuddling, holding hands when crossing the street, feeding each other, just cutesy shit

You leaving for work? can’t leave without a good luck kiss from your bestie, expect its broader line tongue fucking

“Have a great day pebbles!”

“Bye Eiji😊”

Denki was sitting there watching the whole thing as you leave before turning to Kirishima like: “I didn’t know you two were a couple!”

Kiri: 🤨 couple? No that’s just how we say bye to each other. Y/n is my best friend remember?”

And Denki is just confused because he couldn’t tell if he was messing with him or not but Kiri was being deadass, you’re just friends!

Bff!kirishima who helps you cum more than once because you’re too dumb that you can’t do it yourself :

You’ve already came around your fingers but you’re body wanted more so you used the Red Riot themed body pillow you brought and was grinding and humping on it to try and reach your second high but you could never bring yourself there after the one time, you needed more. Kirishima hearing you loud frustrated cries and moans leads him to peaking into your room where he sees it all

Now what kind of man and bestie would he be if he just left you there crying? So that’s how you ended with his thick, meaty fingers deep inside your pussy, helping you cum over and over around them.

Kirishima was your bestie so whenever you needed something, he was the first person you go to and vice versa.

You were playing around on tinder and got a match and have been chatting with a guy for a bit when he sends you a dick pic. The size was big, you’d give him that and you’ve never taken someone big before so you knew you were going to need some practice and the only other man you know who’s that big is bff!kirishima.

You’ve seen each other naked plenty of times because of course it’s normal for besties to take baths and showers together daily(it’s not lol) and you’ve seen the beast that’s between his legs so of course Kirishima would be the perfect choice so you skip into the living room just as he was getting set up for a live game with the boys do you ask for his help

“Please Eiji? I’ve never taken something that big before and I want to practice. Can you teach me how?🥺”

And who is Kirishima to say no too his bestie? So he sits you on his lap, teasing your dripping whole with one hand as the other is setting himself up in the lobby for game night. He gets you worked up and prep before easing the tip of his cock in, only getting a few inches in before you’re already cumming and shaking from just the stretch and heaviness of his length, realizing you’ve only seen his member soft but fuck was he huge when hard, the other guys didn’t even compare

Bff!Kirishima has you cockwarming him the whole time he’s gaming, able to keep his cool through most of it but every jolt or bounce of his leg causes you to seize up and cum again, you don’t even realize nor care how loud you’re being as the boys could hear your whines and moans

“Oi what the fuck? I can’t even hear myself thinking over here, keep it the fuck down!” You could hear Bakugou yelling from Kiri’s head piece, feeling bad you glance back at Kirishima with tears and a pout, whimpering out your apology but Kiri just kiss your temple and praises you for being able to take him so well.

Those practice sessions go from once a week to an every night thing until it’s finally your date night with tinder!bae but you just needed one more practice round to loosen you up a little so you’re begging for Kirishima to practice

“I don’t know pebbles, you still have aways to go before you can take all of it.”

“Trust me, I can take it Eiji, please? Pretty please? I can take it I can!”

An hour later you’re gripping and sobbing into the sheets, “I c-can’t take it!” You cry before cumming again for the fourth time that night with Kiri buried deep inside you, groaning at how much you’re creaming his cock, ruining your insides for any other man that could come after him. You were too caught up in your “practice session” that you forgot about your date completely.

Mina being the one to finally snap and bring it up like, “you two are dating! As in, you’re in a relationship, with each other!” She said, even slowing it down a little for you two to get it but you both just look at each other genuinely confused, Kirishima with a brow raised and you with a small head tilt.

Kiri: “hmm, I don’t think we’re dating. I would of remembered asking you out right?”

You: “yeah, that’s usually how it goes right? You ask first, then start dating.”

Kiri: *nodding his head* “agree, agree.”

Mina: *literally about to pull her hair out at her favorite himbo and bimbo*

pls this was literally so cute. they’re just so goddamn dumb and at first it’s cute but after a while it’s like. y’all. cmon. please just ask each other out—you literally live together and kiss each other goodbye and fuck. pls.

#bff kirishima #himbo kirishima #bimbo reader #my asks

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unhealthyfanobsession · 3 years ago

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Omg I love all your drabbles they are so amazing and brilliant I can’t believe you do that for free! What a blessing you are!! I was wondering whether there would be a part four to the vacation au and if not could you do maybe more jealous Cassian but in your lawyer au I’m obsessed but honestly anything you write has me happy!

This is so sweet I am so glad you’re loving the drabbles! I did a second part to the vacation AU a couple days ago so I’m going to go with Jealous Cassian in the lawyer AU. I already *kind* of did this but I’ve been doing jealousy light lately and this time we are cranking it up to 100. This one is kinda long and pretty angsty and I think I definitely need to smoosh all these lawyer drabbles into a mini story that follows Nessian from meeting while studying for the bar exam and then through snippets of their careers so maybe that’s what I’ll do next.

Actually facing Nesta in court was an extreme rarity. All of her non pro Bono work was strictly solicitor. Drafting contracts and negotiating deals in different chic board rooms with little glass bottles of Perrier and complimentary latte carts trolling the halls.

Nesta thought that she didn’t want to litigate. She thought that people didn’t like her and because of that she was a bad advocate. She couldn’t have been more wrong.

Watching Nesta fight for something that she believed in, truly believed in, was the closest thing to a religious experience Cassian had ever known.

“And I would urge you to consider in your decision, your honour, the fact that even if it should apply in this case, the very law my learned friend is attempting to uphold is currently under review by the Supreme Court and may soon be overturned on the basis of being unconstitutional as well as unconscionable.” Nesta took a pregnant pause.

“If that happens. If this law is overturned, as you well know, it will not be retroactively helpful to my client. My client who was born here. My client who grew up in Queens. My client who can draw you a map of which bodegas has the best coffee vs the best sandwiches and their proximity to the nearest train, and if that doesn’t qualify her as an American, and a New Yorker, then I don’t know what does.” The judge smiled a little at that. It was a calculated risk, the emotional appeal. But Judge Miluski was already on Nesta’s side and she was a born and bread New Yorker and she had the rare distinction of being a member of the judiciary with a sense of humour. “If this law is overturned, which we both know is highly likely, then my client will be sent to another country, a country she has never even been to, not because she did anything wrong, but because this trial happened a few weeks too-”

Nesta trailed off, eyes caught at the quietly opening gallery door. A man stepped in. Tall and thin and… greasy. Hair slicked back with so much product Cassian didn’t think he’d feel it if he hit him on the head with a hammer. Which he desperately wanted to do. That brutish, violent, raised in foster homes in Harlem side of him that even a legal education and a closet full of Armani suits could never quite polish out of him lit on fire at the sight of this creep. This asshole who was wearing fucking asics with his $4000 suit. And no tie. Top three buttons of a pinstripe white shirt unbuttoned. What a fucking rube.

Except that this guy. THIS fucking guy, made Nesta lose her train of thought. This guy who walked into court late and had yet to drag his eyes up from Nesta’s ass, had distracted her. Caused her to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and smile a little. This shy, light, cutesy little smile that absolutely did not belong on Nesta Archeron’s face.

When Nesta smiled it was a sly, knowing, victorious thing that curled across her lips and set Cassian’s heart hammering in his chest.

This… this was insanity.

The man smirked, deep and arrogant, as he stood at the back of the courtroom, hands slid into his pockets. Not even respectful enough of the proceedings to sit down.

Nesta gathered herself quickly. The whole mess over in under 20 seconds, but Cassian noticed it. Even as Nesta went on and cited the law and the competing jurisprudence and the ethics and the constitution, he couldn’t focus. All he could think about was that little smile.

Cassian said his final piece, the judge ruled, as they both knew she would, in Nesta’s favor, and it was all over.

Nesta didn’t even gloat like she usually would have. She just stuck her hand out, the absolute picture of professionalism, and shook his.

“Good working with you, Counseler.” She said, as if he hadn’t pulled her around the side of a building and pushed her body up against a brick wall the other day, moulding her into him as they fought over this case. Discussed their future. Their passions.

She’d rejected his invitation to dinner, but she always did. It was a part of the game. A game that Cassian was determined to win.

“Who’s the tech bro?” The sneakers with the suit and the unbuttoned shirt and the general shitty attitude all pointed to that being the only reasonable profession.

“Babe,” the slimy man in question pushed past the swinging waist high half door that separated the gallery and the space where counsel’s desks sat. “Let’s go.” He wrapped and arm too tightly around Nesta’s waist and pulled on her a little.

Cassian curled his fists into his palms so hard his nails bit imprints into the skin of his palms. Babe? Telling her when to leave? The pulling? No.

“I’m Cassian.” He held out his hand. “ADA. What firm do you work for? Haven’t seen you around.”

“Tomas.” The man scoffed, “And I’m not a lawyer. Not interested in all that gibberish you’re type is always spewing. Sounds like pure nonsense to me. I’m a tech investor.”

Yeah. That sounded about right. No actual skills. Not an engineer or developer or even a business manager. Just an idiot with a trust fund throwing money at whatever looked cool.

“Well, Tomas. Do you know why they call that big exam full of all that gibberish you hate the bar exam?” The weasel just raised his eyebrows. “It’s because once you pass it, then you are an attorney. And allowed to cross past this BAR.” Cassian pushed Tomas back out the little half door again. “Which separates the civilians in the gallery from the lawyers making their cases. So maybe learn how to show a little respect.” Cassian scoffed, flicking his eyes to Nesta, “In a few different areas of your life.”

“What the fuck, bro?” Tomas rolled his eyes. “This is why I fucking hate going to your lawyer parties and shit. Jackasses like this.”

“Tomas, please.” Nesta placed a hand on his chest, Cassian tensed, and that seemed to calm Tomas down. Not Nesta’s touch, but another man’s jealousy.

“Why don’t you bring the car around. I have to work out a court date for another matter with Cassian but I’ll be right out.”

“Yeah, ok.” Tomas glared, keeping eye contact with Cassian as he kissed Nesta’s cheek, hand travelling too far down her back. “Hurry though.”

“Of course.” Nesta smiled that same tiny little smile that made her look like a doll on a shelf and Cassian wanted to scream.

“What the fuck are you doing with a piece of shit like that?” Cassian minced no words as he turned to face Nesta.

“Excuse me?”

“Pretty straight forward question, Nes.”

“You… you don’t know him. He’s not like that once you get to know him.”

“Sure he’s not,” Cassian scoffed.

“What is your problem?”

“My problem is that your boyfriend, who I’ve never heard of or seen before today despite knowing you for years, had a chance to see you in court. Had a chance to watch you all fired up and passionate and brilliant and instead he walked in late, stared at your ass instead of listening to what you were saying, and then shoved his way up here and pulled at you to leave like you were some kind of toy he didn’t mind tearing the arm off of.”

Nesta blinked. Huffed out a breath. “We’ve been on again off again for a while. That’s why you haven’t seen him before. And he just doesn’t like lawyer stuff that’s why he’s like that in here ok? Not that it’s any of your business.”

“So you’re dating someone who not only doesn’t recognize how brilliant you are but won’t even let you talk about your job?” That was wrong. That was so wrong. That was… why Nesta was so intense with him. Why she debated and fought and talked for hours. Because she couldnt do it at home.

“Why do you even care, Cassian? Let’s just set a date and-”

“Fuck you, Nesta.” Her jaw fell open. “Fuck you for even asking me that. You know why I care. You can’t play dumb with me like I assume you do with him.”

“You don’t know anything about my relationship!” Nesta defended a little too vehemently.

“I know you can’t yell at him about his take on immigration laws,” Cassian stepped closer to her. “I know you can’t get a little tipsy off your favorite Malbec and go on a rambling tirade about the corrupt judiciary and your twenty three- or twenty five depending on the night- reasons why voting for judges completely undermines the integrity of the legal system.”

The was almost no space between them as Cassian looked down, gently set his hand under Nesta’s chin and raised her gaze to meet his. Burning with anger and passion and barely concealed desire. “I know that he didn’t understand why you were crying when RBG died. Because he doesn’t care about how appointing Supreme Court judges works or what that meant for the future of the court. And because I know that you weren’t with him that night. You were with me. Just like election night in 2016. And the Kavanaugh trials. And when the travel ban came into effect. You found me. Because I get it, and I care about your thoughts on all of those things. I’m devastated by them too. You were with me, Nes. And don’t you dare pretend that doesn’t mean anything.”

“It does,” Nesta let her cheek sink into his palm. “It means everything Cassian, but…”

“But we fight,” he smiled. “We bicker and yell and cross ideologies and disagree on all the little things. But not the big things, Nes. Never on the big things. We disagree on how to change the world, not what we want to change in it. Isn’t that what matters?”

Nesta swallowed. “I can’t risk losing you.” She said quietly. “I need you. For all of those reasons, I need you to be in my life and if we… I hurt the people I love, Cassian. So if I let myself love you, I would only hurt you. And I can’t bear the thought of hurting you.”

“So you date him.” Realization was an arrow sailing into Cassian’s chest. “Because you won’t hurt him. Because you could never actually love him.”

Nesta swallowed. “See? See how awful I am?”

Cassian moved his hand to her back, pulled her into his chest. “Go,” he whispered. “Go do whatever you need to do. I’ll be here. And I’ll be waiting for you to realize that I’m not going anywhere. That I can take it. Whatever you want to throw at me, I can take it, Nes.”

#nessian #nessian fanfiction #nesta archeron #acosf #cassian #nesta and cassian #a court of thorns and roses #sarah j maas #a court of silver flames #a court of mist and fury #acotar

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 3 years ago

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Please Me: Futakuchi's Fun

Kenji Futakuchi x dom fem reader

⚠️THIS FIC IS 18+ MINORS DNI ⚠️

Welcome to week 2 of the Please Me Series! A collaboration with @axoxtxhxh! First up, we have femdom wins featuring Futakuchi and Asahi! Please check out Joey’s fic, Asahi's Awakening! I will link it in the please me master list!

Please Me Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, unwanted touching, dirty talk, public sex, fingering, male and female oral, hand jobs, pet names, switch Kenji, switch leaning dom reader, cum play

Word count: 5,200

"Jas really? Another date?” you sigh as your life long friend tries desperately to convince you this is a good idea.

“Y/N, I promise. This one is right up your-” your loud friend starts to say as you cut her off almost immediately.

“You said that about guys 4 and 5. So what makes you think 6 is going to be so special?” You smirk at her questioningly.

You knew your friend meant well, unfortunately after the 3rd date she had set you up on, you realized her taste in men weren’t anywhere close to yours.

“Y/N I promise, if this one doesn’t work out, I'll stop setting you up on dates. Ok?” Jas speaks as she cautiously awaits your response.

“I remember a similar conversation after the magician, Jas” you say as your eyes narrowed.

“But this one I know personally! My boyfriend works with him and actually went to school with him. He’s been single for a while but I finally convinced him to meet with you!” she said enthusiastically.

“I tried to stop her” Her boyfriend interjected “but you know how she gets about this Y/N.”

“Oh hush now! Kenji is a great guy. A little rough around the edges but super nice” Jas says as she slow turns away from you.

“Oh god” you say as you bury your face in your palms.

“To be fair YN, he has changed since high school. He was captain of the Volleyball team so he kind of transitioned from being the huge dick he use to be” Jas’s boyfriend says as he walks from their apartment kitchen.

“oh nice, a former jock whose still living in high school. Sign me up” you say as you sarcastically throw your hands up in the air.

“YN he still plays volleyball so he’s not a former jock, he still is one. Besides he really doesn’t seem at all like his teammates described him” Jas shurgs “plus I have to you two meeting at a bar and grill so if anything there’s booze.”

“Oh a perk to this date?” you say sarcastically as Jas smacks your arm.

“See? This is exactly why she will get along with Kenji great” Jas yells to her boyfriend who only laughs.

You roll your eyes and think to yourself.

I guess one date wont be so bad.

The night of your date approaches quickly, much to your dismay. You opt to wear a simple, mid thigh length black dress and your black leather jacket. You stare at your heels and opt for flats instead.

“Honestly I don’t know anything about this guy so flats is probably a good option” you say as you slip on your shoes and descend to the street below.

You arrive at the bar/grill and check you’re phone. Jas texted you telling you Kenji was there and waiting for you at the bar. You sighed as you walked in, heading towards the bar.

Suddenly you felt a hand grab up your dress as you turn around to see a man standing uncomfortably close to you.

“excuse me? What do you think your doing?” you shout as the man puts up both hands

A tall figure at the bar witnessed the whole ordeal and begins walking up to you.

Suddenly the tall man stops as he hears a loud SLAP echo through the place.

There you stand toe to toe with the man who groped you as you grab him by the neck, pulling him towards the door.

The tall figure watched in wonder as you disposed of the man outside the restaurant.

“Oh my god ma’am! Are you ok? We saw that man assault you!” the hostess said as she ran up to you concerned.

“Oh gosh I’m fine. Just another low life. But I’m afraid I may have broken the pervs nose when I tossed him out. My apologies” you say as you fix your dress, picking up your bag and proceeding to the bar.

The tall figure followed your form as you sat down, almost forgetting the reason you were there.

“Any beer please” you say as the bartender serves you quickly. While you handled the situation well, your adrenalin was kicking in and you needed to calm down.

“You wouldn’t happen to be Y/N would you?” a tall, good looking man said as he approached you.

“I mean if you are the police, then no” you say as you turn to take another drink

“Do I look like a cop?” He says as he smirks

“Nah you’re too good looking. Yeah I’m Y/N” you say as you smirk

“Kenji, I’d say it’s a pleasure but I’m kind of nervous after what you just did to that guy. You handled yourself well” he said as he sat down next to you.

“Well as long as you don’t grope me, we wont have an issue” you nod sideways to him

“Not unless you want me too” he says cockily

“oh right out the gate. You're a brave one aren’t ya?” you say giggling at his forwardness.

“Well at least I can say I tried” he says “how about we grab a table?”

You get up from you spot on the bar to move to a more intimate table in the back of the restaurant. The night continues and honestly, you are enjoying yourself. Sure Kenji was cocky and full of himself but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle. Plus the man could take a joke which provided you both with good banter all night. You both finish off your final beer as you stand up.

“well shit I knew coming to a bar/grill wouldn’t be the best idea” you giggle as you stumble a bit. Kenji chuckled as he held on to your arm.

“For as hard as you fight, you sure are a lightweight” he laughs as he grabs your waist “lets get you home.”

He walks you to your apartment as you lean on him for support. It's not like you drank a lot but you imagine that the drama from earlier caused you to consume your drinks a little faster than you were use to.

“welcome to my humble abode” you scream as you throw your hands up as Kenji sets you keys on the counter and removes his shoes.

You sit on the couch as you motion for him to join you. He sits besides you.

“20 questions, lightening round and GO!” you screech.

“ok but you start champ” He says.

“Why are you single?” you starting off strong.

“damn right out of the gate. ok well my ex and I had a mutual break up 6 months ago. I don’t see her or speak to her anymore” he says.

“far enough” you say smiling “hit me.”

“why did you agree to let Jas set you up with me?” He says

“oh GOD! she’s been trying to set me up with someone for months now. you are number 6 but I will say you’ve made it further than any other guys” you say

“far enough" he says

“top or bottom?” you say nonchalantly

“Jesus YN!” Kenji laughs as he fakes an offended look

“What? It can tell you a lot about a person” You say

“Fine. I’m actually more of a dom top” he says shrugging

“Well shit” you laugh

“What? Are you a bottom?” he says questioningly

“ah ah you have to ask me a different question” you smirk

“Fine. What’s your favorite postion”

“Easy, cowgirl” you spit “what kind of dom are you?”

“I feel like we are grazing over the ‘cowgirl’ comment Y/N” Kenji laughs as you lay back putting you feet on his lap as if he was an old friend or a lover.

“what I like to top! gives me more control.” you shrug

“Ah so you like control?” he asks

“Yes and you ignored my question” you say

“mostly a service and pleasure dom. But I also like control” he says

“haha most men say that and let me tell you, it’s a major let down” you laugh

“oh really now?” he questions

“I’ve slept with more ‘doms’ than I care of even mention” you say as you quote the air “most men don’t even know how to please a women let alone know to service one.”

“well you sound pretty knowledgeable on that Y/N” Kenji smirks as he leans back softly stroking your legs

“Kenji, I’ve slept with dozens of men and when I say I can rip orgasms from them with ease, I’m not exaggerating” you say smugly

“oh is that so” Kenji says as he leans closer to you “ok then how about a little bet?”

“bet? The fuck for?” you say confusingly

“ok well you are basically saying you can out Dom me correct?” he says smugly

“you got it chief" you smirk, putting up cutesy annoying finger guns. Kenji laughed at your gesture.

“ok then lets do this. We each plan a date and end the night fucking. Whomever gets the highest rating wins” he says as he tilts his head slightly to the side

“interesting” you say as you sit up “ok so lets say I agree. How do we judge? I mean what if you give me a bad rating just to win.”

“Listen Y/N I’m sure you can tell this but I’m a pretty honest person. If I’m not getting pleasure, you’ll know it” he says

“Ok so we just rate each other on what? The date and the sex?” you say.

“well how about the sex is the most points and the date is just extra” he says as he winks “because outside of sex, I’d really like to see you again”

You smile, kneeling on the couch close to him.

“Fine but we are not starting tonight. No sex until our next date” you say as you narrow your eyes.

“You’re drunk Y/N. I would never” he says putting his hands up.

“Well alright then how about next Friday night you start since this was your suggestion” you say extending your hand.

Kenji grabs your hand pulling you towards him as your lip meet his in a sweet, heated but short kiss. You pull away with a smile.

“Its a bet” Kenji says with a smile.

The following week came fast. You and Kenji texted often during the week. It wasn’t like you were nervous for your date or what was to follow. You were confident in yourself and your skills as a more dominant person. However this was something new for you and sometimes new is scary.

“You ready Doll” Kenji says as you greet him at the front entrance of your apartment complex.

“Ready as Ill ever be” You smile softly as he grabs your hand and interlaces your fingers with him.

“Starting off strong I see” you say as you lift your hands to show him what he already knew.

“Nah, it just felt right” He smiled as you blushed lightly

“Alright so where to?” you question

“It’s a surprise doll. Trying to get the extra points where I can” he says as he smirks as you and you blush at the pet name

You walk down the street and arrive at a small pizzeria. It looked very intimate and hidden in plan sight. Honestly you were surprised you had never noticed it before.

“I’ve never seen this place before” you smile as he holds the door for you to enter.

“That’s why I like it. Its small and out of the way” He smiles as he places his hand on your lower back guiding you to a intimate table in the back corner.

Dinner goes as planned as you enjoy some of the best pizza you have ever had in your entire life. You smile as Kenji pays and you head to your next location.

“An arcade?” you laugh as Kenji just shrugs.

“You seems like a competitive person but a fun competitive not a serious one” He smiles as he pulls you into the arcade.

You play games and laugh for what seems like hours before you decide its time to move on to more “serious” matters.

“That was so much fun Kenji” you say as he pulls you down a secluded alley and begins kissing you feverously.

“Is this where you kill me” You giggle when he moves down your neck trying to find your sweet spot.

“Nah doll this is where I fuck you” he says as he discovers you sweet spot pulling a moan from you. He feels incredible pressed up against your heated core. You can feel his cock harden on your thigh.

“Kenji ah” You moan as his hands travel up your dress, groping your ass “here? Wont people see?”

He breaks away from you neck kissing your collarbone “its worth the risk doll. Plus I cant wait any longer to be inside you.” He kisses you grind your core into his thigh.

You moan as he assaults you collarbone, your hands traveling up his shirt as he pushes you against the brick wall, caging you in making you feel oddly secure and comforted.

“Fuck doll- your skin is so soft, I bet your cunt is soft too. Shall we take a look?” He says as he inserts his knee between your thighs opening them up and snaking his hand down your panties. His hands are rough, surely from his job and all those years of Volleyball. You can feel the excitement radiate off of him as he closes in on your core.

You can feel how wet you are as you both groan as he reaches you clit. His rough fingers providing the perfect stimulation for your needy cunt.

“Shit baby, I’d say you are pretty turned on from public sex huh?” he says as he whispers into your neck as he begins to rub circles into your hardened clit.

“Ahh Kenji- please I need you” you moan as he starts to pry to fingers into you sopping wet cunt. His hands feel incredible. Even with your body count as high as it is, you’ve never had anyone make you feel so amazing.

“Oh fuck doll, damn you are tight. We need to lose this pussy up, I don’t want to hurt you” He says as he inserts to of his long fingers into your cunt as you brace yourself on the brick wall. You can feel every inch of his long, sturdy fingers probe your wet insides. The feels is unreal. You can feel the knot in your stomach tightening.

Your head falls back as he reaches your sensitive spot. He pumps his fingers into your cunt as he curls them to reach the spot that made your vision darken. You can’t contain yourself any longer, his fingers feel utterly incredible.

“Come on baby, cum for me please. Then I’ll fuck you good ok” He begs as he kisses your neck. God this man knows just what to say.

“Kenji please I’m so close- ah right there Kenji!” you moan as your head falls back and he pumps his fingers faster. You feel the cord in your stomach soap instantly.. You cum with a gush as Kenji smiles, pulling his fingers you and offering them to you. You accept taking them into your mouth as you suck pulling a deep groan from your partner. You could feel the wetness from your release seeping down your plush thighs as you slowly descended from your high.

“You’re turn” you smile as you reach for his belt. You couldn’t wait to get your hands on Kenji's hardened cock.

He grabs your hands, stopping you as he pins them above your head with one hand and pulls you in by your waist with another. Your eyes widen with lust as he speaks.

“ah ah doll, I believe its my week to pleasure you” He smiles as he kisses you roughly, tasting the your essence on your lips. His lips feel incredible.

“fuck I’m going to have to eat this pussy properly later” he groans as he quickly undoes his belt and pants, moving his boxers down. You knew he was a bit larger than average sized and definitely thicker. The thought of his cock filling you up made you whimper.

“But for right now, I’m going to pump this pussy full of my cum. you want that doll?” he groans into your neck as he pumps his cocks, picks you up and lines you up for him. You felt the pressure of his tip push hardly against your tight opening.

You had already discussed contraceptives prior to your activities. You were on birth control and both of you had been tested. You wanted to keep the play field level so you decided to forgo the condoms.

“holy-” Kenji groans as he pushes into your wet cunt “God baby this is the tightest pussy I’ve ever been in.” You moan as you wince from both pleasure and pain.

You’re jaw slacks you feel him enter you. You have never felt so full. His cock hit every single area of your cunt so perfectly .

“Fuck baby can you relax a little” he says as he tries to adjust you.

God you are tight he thought to himself. If he had any less control he would have busted inside immediately.

You cant relax. He feels so good and the semi public sex is turning you on something fierce. You can fell your cunt spasm around him as he starts to gently push in and out of you. You feel like your already close to your release and you barely started!

He groans as his pace increases and he lifts up your dress further exposing your pussy to him. He growls as he watches his cock plunge in and out of your tight, wet cunt. The feeling is unimaginable.

He leans you further back on the wall so he can snake his hand to your clit. He watches in wonder as he rubs your clit and your mouth slacks open.

You cant even moan. There is no sound coming from your mouth. You are utterly mute. You feel so unbelievably incredible.

“Ken- fuck I’m going to cum please go faster!” you manage to choke out barely. You aren’t sure you can handle faster but you really want this orgasm.

“As you wish baby” He says pulling his hand from you clit and jackhammering into you at an unbelievable speed. His hands on your ass as you wrap your legs around his waist.

“Oh fuck Kenji! I- I" you cant even form words. This angle, this speed is causing your body to act on its own. You feel a weird gush of liquid stem from your core as you try to regain control of your thoughts.

“oh shit baby did you just squirt?” he says as he looks at you and his jaw falls open at the feeling.

He’s never had sex that felt this amazing before. This angle, this view was everything. And by your reaction, you seemed to be enjoying it as well.

“Fuck that the was the hottest thing ever baby! Shit- I’m going to cum” he chokes as you finally manage a soft moan and nod as you feel the pressure from your orgasm still present. God you don’t even want this to end. This feeling was absolute bliss.

“shit shit baby-FUCK" He says as he stalls into your cunt pushing hard into you as your cunt gladly accepts him.

You can feel his cum shoot deep inside as you feel your pussy spasm against his cock.

He lays his head in your neck as he catches his breath and you pet his hair smiling, coming down from both of your highs. It was incredible.

He pulls back gently as he rubs your thighs and hips. He places his forehead against yours as he looks deep into your blown out pupils.

“Ok well that was the best sex I’ve ever had” he smiles as he kisses you deeply

“Best sex... for now” you giggle as he smiles kissing you again.

He takes out a handkerchief, cleaning you up as you fix your dress and he puts himself back in his jeans.

“Oh baby the night isn’t over yet” He smiles as he grabs your hand leading you out of the alley and down the street to his apartment.

A whole week had passed since your last “date” date with Kenji. Honestly it was more of a fuck fest, if you had to label it. You aren’t sure how you even managed to walk up to your apartment without falling. It took you 3 whole days to recover.

The sex had been mind-blowing. Honestly you were scared you wouldn’t be able to top it but you refused to go down without a fight.

This week was your date and you had the perfect plan.

“Alright doll, I’m ready” Kenji says as he leans in to kiss you at your door.

“Ok come in” you say moving to the side allowing him to enter.

“Wait here?” he smiles as he comes in removing his jacket and shoes.

“Yes sir” as you turn around. You opted to wear an oversized shirt and some thigh highs. You had a plan and it involves comfort.

“A little underdressed aren’t you doll” Kenji smiles as he sees your shirt lift up revealing your lush ass below.

Kenji bite his lip as he makes his way closer to you attempting to feel up your shirt as he kisses your neck. You drove him utterly insane wearing that outfit.

“ah ah ah Kenji” you say as you back into the cabinet “I’m in charge tonight sweetheart” you say as you shake your finger in front of his face.

“ok fine” he says throwing his hands up in defeat as he makes his way to the living room. Hoping some distance will cool him off a little.

You had ordered in sushi and had a bottle of wine waiting. You made your way over to the coach, expertly bending over revealing more skin with each reach.

“I’m beginning to think your goal is torture” he says as he watches you bend over. He desires to feel your soft skin so badly.

“me?” you say sarcastically “I wouldn’t dare.”

You eat, talk and drink as you laugh about your week and discuss your impending night. Kenji reaches over testing the waters as he begins laying light kisses on your cheeks, necks and collar bone.

“You know doll, it was torture for me to wait an entire week to fuck you again” he smiles as you kiss him deeply pushing him back on the couch.

“I actually debated just forfeiting” He laughs as you straddle him.

“Awe Kenji hooked on my sweet pussy already?” you say as you start to slowly grind on him. Maybe torture was part of your plan?!

“fuck- yes baby. Shit you feel so good” He groans as you apply more pressure to your grinding

“Well I mean, you wont have to worry about forfeiting after I win” you say as he pulls you harder into to his hardening member as you throw your head back in ecstasy.

It honestly was torture for you to wait as well. You were in agony by Wednesday. As hard as you tried, you couldn’t get yourself off. You had been completely ruined by the mind-numbing sex.

“Fuck baby you going to show me how to Dom or what” he smiles at you as he watches you lift your shirt, seeing the growing wet patch in your panties forming. He groans wanting go feel and taste your wet pussy.

“Patience sweetheart” you say as you grind faster into his cock pulling grunts and groans from him left and right.

“Shit baby you’re going to make me cum if you don’t hurry up and fuck me” he says as he can feel his release building

“Who said anything about you being inside of me Kenji? I’m running this show” you say as you stop grinding and move yourself down between his legs undoing his jeans as he watches you.

The way you shimmy down his legs towards his crotch has him losing his mind. He had felt your mouth the weekend prior and knew just how skilled you were with it. He could barely last the way you had taken his thick cock down your throat.

He watches you place licks on his hardened cock as his mouth falls slack and his eyes rolls back. You adjust your positioning as you continue to suck on his cock, slowly removing your panties and you start to rub your engorged clit.

You were getting so turned on from pulling all the pleasure you could from Kenji. The way his face contorted in pleasure could make you orgasm on the spot.

“sit on my face baby please” Kenji says as you continue to suck and lick on his cock. You stop your motions and look up at him.

Oh shit don’t stop please he thinks to himself.

“Kenji no” you say sternly as you begin to suck harder and move your fingers around your clit faster. Tonight was about Kenji and after last weekend, you had a lot of making up to do.

You feel your approach as you switch to stroking Kenji’s cock as you continue to pleasure yourself.

Watching you masturbate while you stroked his cock was too much. God you looked like an absolute goddess.

“Baby fuck- I’m going to cum. Please cum with me. I- I want to see you cum as you jerk me off” Kenji groans as he starts thrusting up into your hands as your fingers increase in speed. You are so close.

“Oh fuck Kenji, I’m going to cum, cum with me please” You say as your throw your head back in a scream as Kenji releases all over your hand and his stomach and you feel your cunt spasm around nothing.

“fuck baby you are really something else” Kenji says as he pants heavily coming down from his releases.

You really were. Never in his life had he been so turned on by a partner. You made sex fun and interesting and it drove him nuts.

You stick your fingers in his mouth as you slowly lean down to lick up the cum on his stomach and off his member. He groans as he feels your wet tongue hit his hardened abs and sensitive cock.

Locking eyes with him as you clean up his mess, he pulls his lip between his teeth. The feeling is too good.

You stand up as you remove your shirt from your body, revealing you naked form.

“oh fuck angel” Kenji says as he starts to harden immediately at the sight. God your body was perfect. Plush in all the right ways and absolutely stunning.

You remove his pants and boxers as you straddle his waist. He’s built, no doubt from his job and volleyball. He’s so pretty.

You lean down to kiss him deeply, as you force your tongue into his mouth, all while grinding on his hardened cock with your wet pussy. He groans as you move down his jaw as he pulls your hips faster against his cock.

You separate as you look down at him, completely blissed out from you grinding against his member. His length feels so good tickling your clit with pleasure.

You tug as his shirt as you help him pull it over his head, revealing his hardened form.

You move your mouth his chest as you suck on his nipples, licking lightly in between them as you move from one to another.

“Fuck baby are you trying to make me cum again” He grunts as you increase your pace. You want to make him feel as good as he made you feel.

Suddenly, without warning you sink your soaking cunt onto his hardened member pulling a choking grunt from the man below you as his hands dig harshly into your hips.

Fuck your cunt felt fantastic. Kenji would definitely chose to live in it if he could. So soft and warm and oh so tight.

“Are you trying to kill me?” He says as you begin bouncing on him as he tries to control his grunts.

Fuck- this girl really is trying to kill me. I’m not going to last. Focus Kenji he thinks to himself as he tries to regain composure over his body.

“Death by pussy sounds like a nice way to go” You say as your throw your head back in pleasure. Unbeknownst to him, you feel just as incredible as he does. His cock fit your pussy so perfectly.

He groans as you moan from the friction of his hardened cock. You speed up as you approach your high. You can tell Kenji's close because he starts meeting your bouncing with harsh thrust.

Fuck, he’s going to lose it. You feel fucking incredible. The way your pussy sinks down on his cock, taking him in so deeply has him going wild. He wants to, no needs to fuck you!

“Fuck doll- you win, you win please just let me fuck you” he groans as you can sense the pain in his voice. You got what you wanted.

“Fuck me Kenji. Pound into your cunt” you moan as he begins to thrust up into your cunt at an unimaginable pace.

His pace was much faster now than in the alleyway. You were sure your cervix was going to be bruised tomorrow.

“Holy fuck baby! Mine, mine, mine, all mine!” He groans as you scream from the pressure. This was it.

“Kenji fuck” you says as you feel your cunt spasm from you harsh orgasm that slammed straight into you head on.

“FUCK FUCK BABY” he groans as he stalls inside you as his mouth falls open and he presses into your pelvis harder. You grind on him as he pulls you in deeper as his groans slowly start to fade and you both ride out your intense orgasms.

He’s panting as you breath heavily on top of him, stroking his chest and adjusting his hair from his face.

He moves your hair to the side as he pulls you in for a kiss.

“You win doll you win” he pants heavily with a huge smile on his face.

“Good and I want my prize right now” you say as you situated yourself still on his cock.

“Which would be?” he says as he rubs small circles into your thighs. He isn’t sure what you want but after that last fuck session he’s willing to give you anything.

“Can we keep doing this?” you say shyly as a smile grows on his face.

“Well, I was going to ask you to be my girlfriend if I won so I would say fuck yes we can keep doing this” He says as he grabs you, standing up quickly running to your room and throwing you on the bed.

“Next, let’s see how long we can fuck before one of us orgasms?” He smiles as he kisses down your neck.

“It's a bet” you say moaning into a smile.

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MLQC Lucien - NSFW abc headcanons

Sorry I was gone for so long. I was busy doing hot girl shit.

Fandom: Mr. Love: Queen's Choice

Warnings: S.M.U.T. (the reader is gender neutral, but I quote Lucien’s “silly girl” at one point so idk)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

It’s probably because of this relationship you two have. One that Lucien thought he could never have.

Frankly, he didn’t really want one. Even with you.

But it was impossible to stop himself from jumping into that rabbit whole.

You are not even a human for him. You are far superior.

A goddess.

A greater being that must be worshiped. Cherished. LOVED THOROUGHLY and Lucien can't stop himself from doing all that.

He would help you clean up with so much care. Hold you like he’s about to lose you. Wisper praises and declarations of love into your ear.

Prefers to stay in bed, but wouldn’t mind to do it in a bath either.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He never really gave it much thought, but if you’d ask him, he would probably say - his neck.

Because he noticed how much attention you give it. That given a choice you would always kiss and bite on the neck.

And the unreformable tease he is - he loves your ears.

The way you twitch and squirm when he licks the or softly blows around them. The way you flush when he leans in to whisper directly to it.

All those small reactions get his blood pumping.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

A big fan of cuming onto you.

Your ass is his staple favorite, but chest, stomach, back or… basically anywhere else is not bad at all either.

If he ever comes inside you without a condom… and gets to see his seed dripping out of you… IT’S SUCH A BEAUTIFUL CHANGE OF PERSPECTIVE FOR HIM.

Nothing can beat the look of his seed spilled on your pretty butt, BUT… damn that’s a nice sight.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He doesn’t believe that some deeds can be dirty or naughty.

He's a scientist. Explorer of human's brain. He knows that every single of those is a normal, human thing.

But given that we all know what is this question all about…

Lucien really liked to draw when he was a kid and he still does it from time to time.

And what else could he sketch in his free time if not the most beautiful creation of this world? You. Naked.

He has countless amounts of those at this point. Every part of you has a separate piece. He likes to go through them from time to time.

Meaning every day when you're not around.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Lucien is not a virgin but he had never been in a real relationship before you.

He had some one night stands. A few booty call relationships, but he had never been with someone the way he is with you.

So you were still a challenge, because he could not allow himself any shortcomings when it came to you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

That’s a spoiler for the future, but Lucien is more than willing to try everything and he doesn’t really feel any special bond with a particular position.

However he does have a particular group and if you remember what I said in C above, you know where I’m going.

From behind. Seeing your butt shake. He’s an ass man. (would love to try anal if you’d show an intrest in that)

Major bonus points if you turn your head to the side and look at him. With your lovely, beautiful face that he loves oh so much.

He instantly speeds up to the point that no man should ever reach and will happily carry you around for a day or two - you’ll need it.

Because after that there could never be only one round. Or even two or three.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I wouldn’t call it goofy.

It’s very intense. Almost in a spiritual sense.

For Lucien sex is a metter of high importance. There’s no room for fooling around.

He needs to focus, so afterwards you’re completely spent, blissed and fucked to the point where you could never enjoy sex with any other man.

Toxic trait of this cutesy otome boy - possessiveness, and although he won’t try to control what and with who you do...

(the man has some dignity and respect for your autonomy)

He will make sure you won’t be able to forget who makes you feel so f*in' good and being ‘goofy’ won’t make the statement.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I think Lucien would be somewhat groomed, but not bold.

Shaving just isn’t natural and therefore necessarily good for one’s body.

Therefore, if you shave he might try to convince you to stop.

I want to touch a woman, not a girl - he would say.

Carpet matches the drapes (however I like to think that Lucien has ginger pubes dontjudgeme)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Said first in A, now will be more specific.

With Lucien sex is some kind of a ritual of worship.

It’s a sacrifice for his goddess. His energy, his time, his most attentive care.

Love beams from his eyes even stronger than light does from the sun.

The foreplay will be elongated. You need to come at least twice before he enters you (see T).

During he roams your body with his hands. Boldly, but not aggressively… unless you��d like it.

Afterwards… well, just read A again.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’s a very busy man, so he doesn’t get many chances, but…

When he can he’s right at it… thinking of that pretty ass of yours.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Lucien is quite kinky.

He's in for anything that doesn’t go under N conditions. Anything.

Likes bondage. No. He loves it. On you. And blindfolds.

SPANKING.

DOM BOY, but wouldn’t mind to go sub from time to time for you.

You want you to submit thoroughly, so he can thoroughly please you. Give you all that can be given.

Lives for roleplaying.

He also is really into body worship. He will praise you to the point of incredibility.

See T gir. It’s really an intense game.

Lives to hear you beg for him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He likes to be in a private, comfortable place, when he doesn’t have to worry about any interruptions or other inconveniences.

Best in your or his place.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

First of all he really needs no convincing.

BUT.

The beast is awake momentarily when you wear his clothes. Like his sweater when you're cold. Or a shirt after a passionate night.

"You make a very nice sight indeed."

Other thing is lingerie. He likes it dark and erotic. Satin and straps. Maybe some nice, sheer mesh.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No humiliating one another.

Nothing that even comes close to making you feel like he might have attempted to disrespect you.

Also - no outsiders.

And no hiding one another's fantasies. He’s there to please and satisfy you. Don’t take it away from him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Eghem.

Can you stay up all night

Fuck me till the daylight

34+35

If you don't get it yet, it means he wants to 69 with you.

All night. Every night.

The taste of you in his mouth is heavenly.

The feeling and sight of your mouth enveloping his groin is pure ecstasy.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He doesn’t have much of a fav.

It all depends on his mood.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Meh...

It’s not like an unacceptable option, but he prefers delayed gratification.

Will agree if you insist, but won’t ever offer.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

OF COURSE. YES. PLEASE.

Why would he ever limit himself to known and obvious, when there might be something far, far superior to what both of you already know.

He enjoys erotic literature. Sometimes reads online articles about interesting positions, toys or new ways to make you come harder and faster.

Won’t shy away from many things. Just remember about what I said in N.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This man rarely sleeps. Rarely even rests.

This man is a rabbit.

It's more likely you will pass out of exhaustion then that he will take a break from fucking you. Weather it's with his hands, dick, lips or… other things.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Speaking of other things.

And fucking.

Lucien invested in a nice collection for the two of you. Vibrators. Rings. Suckers.

He likes to please you in every way he can.

While the toys take care of you, you suck onto him.

Sometimes you just embrace yourself as the toys take care of your needs. And you go like this for hours. Until you can't take it anymore.

And let's not forget the bondage equipment. Ropes, handcuffs, blindfolds, gags, whips….

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Obvi. What did you expect?

A lot.

For hours.

Until all you’re able to say is “Lucien” and “Please”.

Edging is not negotiable. Happens every time. Often to the point when you come so fast and unexpectedly he just couldn’t stop on time.

Will talk dirty to your ear in public to then “accidently” stroke your nipple or if he feels particularly bold that day - your crotch.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not shy at all. No shame.

Will moan, groan, pant and hiss all he wants and as loudly as he wants.

Let the neighbors hear. Why would he feel ashamed of fucking you?

LOVES when you do the same.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He would love to take you for a weekend trip. In the mountains. Renting a nice cottage.

Necessarily with a fireplace. And a jacuzzi.

He would have it decorated with many, many gleaming candles. Set all around the cottage.

The soothing music would play.

His fingers would play with your sex while you soak yourselfs in the jacuzzi.

Then he would lay you on a soft carpet in front of the fireplace and make love to you. True, unmistakable love.

It would be a trip to remember for the rest of your lives.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

First off all, see this meme.

He just emanuates that massive dick energy. That’s just facts. No one in the bunch can relate. I’m sorry stans of the other 4, it’s not my fault, don’t @ me.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High. Very high sometimes.

Okay - usually very high, sometimes extremely high.

All nighters will happen at least once a week unless one of you really has a tough week or just had one and still tries to get everything together.

Otherwise no mercy. His lover needs to have all her needs fulfilled. Lucien would never allow you to walk around hungry or cold. Why would he let you be unsatisfied in this category, silly girl?

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not right away for sure.

He wants to watch you fall asleep. And then see those cutest expressions you make in your slumber.

Sometimes he just grabs a book and holds your hand until you wake up.

Other times he isn't able to resist it and falls asleep. You in his arms. His world at peace.

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