#he got fed up with not getting enough attention and praise and he charmed me into drawing him all late evening

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At your service

Prior notes: I’m such an indecisive bitch. So half way through writing this an earthquake hit so…y’all I’m so scared ;-;

Pairing: Rain(MK11) x Servant! afab reader

Warnings ��️: NSFW, fingering, biting (ya freaks), pussy magic (that’s not really a warning but like you got it or something)

Being a servant to the Prince of Edenia should be a privilege, right?! While yes you get fed and you have a roof over your head, it can be a hassle.

He requires so much attention. He needs worship, and that could mean anything. More specifically, the servants really gotta put in the work. Kneeling before him, listening to his every request, having them praise him, and of course have his way with them.

Now you’ve gotten used to the sounds of ladies moaning at night and hearing in the morning how great he is in bed. But it doesn’t tempt you. You played it safe, only focusing on your work and nothing else. And you were an amazing servant. Great at cleaning, wonderful at prepping and cooking, you truly were a useful one. You thought all your efforts would go unnoticed. Oh how wrong you were.

Out of all the ladies, Rain had his eyes set on you for a while. Very hardworking and committed to duty. Well, when it didn’t involve pleasuring the prince at all. It almost infuriated him that someone is not falling for his charm. More like he never even had the chance to charm you. You always seemed out of reach. Even the other servants told him to stop wasting his time on you but we all know how stubborn of a man he is. No, Rain instead tried to keep an eyes on you from a distance. A distance where you could feel eyes on you yet never find who those pair of eyes belong to. Who would even be interested in watching you clean?

It’s like you were deliberately avoiding him. Every time he requested you, you sent another servant. The servants never complained but they would witness how upset Rain got. You have a job to do and you can’t let the prince himself slow you down. Except he can. He’s the prince. He made some demands that all would have to listen to.

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The guards alerted you that Rain requested, no, demanded for you. Before you could even say you’ll send another servant they repeated themselves. He is DEMANDING for you! They grabbed both your arms and dragged you to the throne room. You protested, questioning them on their rudeness and disrespect. They are just following orders. They hate to do this to you.

You fought but it was all in vain. You were thrown in front of the arrogant prince, forced to come face to face with him at last. And oh how adorable you looked to him. The way you looked up at him all nervous. Your hands clenched at the your uniform skirt to keep calm. You’re absolutely clueless about what this man wants. How ready he is to make this difficult for you.

“Finally, you’ve emerged from hiding,” He says it like the guards didn’t just drag you in, “It’s a shame I haven’t been able to see that cute face of yours so clearly. Tell me, why are you always being sneaky and hiding?”

You thought hard before answering as you were afraid of saying one wrong thing, “I’m sorry if I have upset you, my prince. I was simply just focused on my duties and I would hate to bother you.” You said politely.

Not good enough for him. But it was worth a try.

“You would hate to bother me? When I’m the one requesting you?” He said it so condescendingly that you knew there was no excuse for your actions. He makes it sound like you were disrespecting him by not listening. The last thing you need is to get on his bad side.

“I meant no harm. Please, is there anything I can do to make you happy and show my loyalty to you?” You’re making this too easy for him. That wicked smile Rain gave you left you with a bad feeling about this.

“Well since you’re so desperate to do so and I’ve seen how hard working you are, I think I have something in mind. Something that can be a reward for your hard work and can make your prince happy.” That arrogant tone let you know what he means.

“O-oh…I see. I guess I’ll be seeing you later tonight in your…chambers.” You struggled to get the words out.

“Why should we wait? I have all the time in the world to reward my most loyal servant. And she should have all the time in the universe to serve her prince well.”

There was no argument to be made. Rain would not wait for an answer. He grabbed your wrist and dragged you in the direction of his bedroom. You better hope all those servants right about him being great in bed cause you’re next. Though they seem pretty jealous of you now.

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You’re surprised that Rain was taking it slow with you, if you can call it that. He had you on his lap with your back against him. One hand was shoved into your underwear where two fingers were pumping into your pussy. His thumb pressed down on your clit and rubbed it lightly. His other hand kept your leg open since you kept trying to close them before. Your breathing was shaky and you shivered from his kisses on your neck. He dragged his tongue against the side of your neck just to get you to react more.

“I don’t understand why you would ever hide from me. Do you not find your prince to be charming? Were you afraid I’d capture your heart and you’d never want to leave me?” He actually believed that.

You struggled to answer, occupied with not moaning out loud. You wanted to snap your legs shut to prevent him from continuing but his hand had a tight grip on your thigh. It didn’t help the fact that your body acted on its own. You moved your hips in a way to hopefully get more out of it whether it be his fingers going deeper in your or his thumb pushing down on your clit more. As enjoyable as it was to see you struggle Rain felt like he should push this further. Plus, he was desperate to satisfy himself as well. He stopped and pulled his fingers out of you which made you whine in frustration. Don’t do that he’ll know you like it.

“There is no need to worry, I always take good care of my ladies. Now, be a good servant and undress.” He ordered.

And like the good servant you were you did just that. You got off his lap and started to strip down. Layer by layer you took more off till you were only in your underwear. Your head was down as you felt shame for doing this. You’re not innocent or anything you just don’t do one night stands. You deserve care and love. Don’t feel bad, Rain did say he will take good care of you.

You felt his chest press up against your backside, feeling his skin against yours. You could tell he took his clothes off as well. Rain’s hands roam around your body. Feeling your hips and squeezing them before wrapping his arms around your waist. He’s back to leaving kisses on your neck and shoulders.

“Are you ready to serve your prince? Get on the bed.” He said before placing a kiss on your cheek.

Well, time to get to it. You got on his bed where you felt the silk sheets beneath you. Rain was quick to get on top of you and look down at you. Those pretty lips, those gorgeous eyes, your luscious hair….your fantastic tits. He’s gonna have fun with you.

You took deep breaths as you prepared yourself for what was to come. You slipped the last of your dignity off, which is your underwear, and threw it to the side. Rain loved the sight of your soaking pussy. He spread your legs more just to see it, looking at it like it was the finest meal he’s even seen. His cock twitched from the excitement and the need to be in there. He pulled you closer that his cock rubbed up against your wet folds. The tip pressed up against you before being pushed in. You gasped as you felt every inch going inside you. You didn’t expect him to be so…big. Keep your mouth shut, you’ve already stroked his ego enough.

Oh but don’t think you’re the only one who is amazed here. Rain sure was surprised by how good you felt. So warm and tight, squeezing him so nicely. He even shivered a little from the feel of your pussy. You surprised him thought when you wrapped your arms around his neck. You were only doing that out of natural instincts. Bold move considering no other servant dared to touch Rain without his permission. He’s not complaining though.

He started thrusting into you. The sound of your moans drove him crazy. A vocal encouragement that he was doing fantastic. Your moans weren’t annoying to him which he never realized how bad the other servants sounded. You weren’t screaming like some bad porn but instead letting out these cute moans that brought some sort of primal urge in him. An urge to keep going and spill all his cum into you. A desire to keep you in his bed so you can always serve him whether that means pounding into you or holding you. Someone to return to.

Rain was lost in his own mind at this point but he was still going at it. Your legs wrapped around his waist like you never wanted him to leave you. Your nails were scrapping against his back as you tried your best to control yourself. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt such pleasures so it’s overwhelming to have Rain’s thick cock ramming into your pussy.

You brought him close to your body. Rain was in love with the feeling of your soft skin against him. Body to body as he went deeper into you. In that moment something told you to do something risky. Whatever powerful force was behind this decision would get you killed if it weren’t for the fact you were so into the moment and in need of a way to quiet yourself. You bit down on his shoulder. And what a reaction the prince gave. So surprised and turned on he thrusted roughly into you which made your eyelids flutter and your eyes roll back. Rain stopped for a moment to say something.

“Is that how you treat a god? My dear servant, it’s supposed to go the other way around.” He whispered in your ear before biting down on your shoulder.

You yelped before moaning loudly as he went back to fucking you. Since you want to mark him up he will do the same to you, except way more. He marked your neck with little love bites to show who you belong to. You are Rain’s servant. Loyal and hardworking. All his. His! His! His!

The passion of the moment was getting to him. You were about to cum soon. Your hands, so soft and delicate, took his face and made him look at you. You had no words to say you could barely catch a break in between moans. You were so close at this point and you brought the prince in for a kiss.

When you came it was like the heavens opened up and blessed you with new feelings in your body. Your kisses got rougher and your moans louder. Rain wasn’t a fool he knew he just made you cum hard. Your pussy was squeezing his cock to the point he was about to cum as well. A few more thrusts and soon his cum started filling your pussy. The kiss between you two was passionate and rough. After, the only sound left in the room was heavy breathing. You didn’t let Rain go at first, enjoying his body pressing against yours. But you knew he never lets servants stay in bed with him after he is done.

“Are you satisfied, my prince.” You asked so sweetly.

“Incredibly satisfied. You’ve served your prince well.”

“Should I get going then?”

What are you crazy? You think after that amazing experience Rain is just gonna let you walk away, if you even could. He won’t say it out loud but this has been the best experience he’s had in bed. So much passion and roughness. No one dared to touch him, kiss him, or even get rough with him. You’re a gem in his eyes and that’s rare.

“Like I’d let my pretty servant get away from me again. No, I would prefer if you’d stay.” He answered back before kissing you again.

This was a shock to you. Letting a mere servant like you stay in bed with him. And to kiss you back? Well you just felt like the most special person in this reality. And is that your heart beat going fast? And are your cheeks burning up? This is a confusing time but you will enjoy it to its fullest.

“As you wish, my prince.” You bit your lip to prevent yourself from smiling.

Rain can see though that you are quite giddy about this. He pulled out of you and laid next to you. He grabbed you and basically used your chest his pillow for the night. His muscular arms were wrapped around your waist so tight it’s like he was preventing you from escaping. Wow, Rain sure does like you now. You held him close to you with one of your hands rubbing his back. You’re making all the right moves by giving him attention. And after that amazing sex you two fell asleep quickly and both satisfied.

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The next morning sure was fun. Rain never let you go once! You woke up to him spooning you which restricted you from getting up for another whole hour. When he finally did decide it was time to get up that was another challenge. You stumbled out of his room with his goofy smile on your face. You looked high.

The other servants were shocked beyond belief. You stayed in his bed all night! Not only that but you left scratch marks and a bite mark on him. He sure showed them off with his outfit for the day. You had a good amount of marks on you as well. They asked how you even did that but all you could give them was a shrug. But you did have something to say.

“I think you guys were wrong about him being great in bed. Me personally, I think he’s fantastic in bed.” You walked away, still having that smile on your face. Rain was sure glad to hear that. He’ll have to reward you for praising him. Maybe tonight. And the next night. And the next night. And the next night…

After notes: 🍊👀 HOW THE FUCK DOES THIS KEEP GETTING INTO MY DEN! 👁️👁️ oh you’re back hello! Ah geez I’m sorry I posted this late in the day. I wanted to fix my raccoon tails (the hair thing). Then the minor earthquake happened which I had to think about for a bit cause we don’t get those. And then I struggled to stay awake. Great news my anxiety is gone cause I took Xanax. Bad news is I think it will make me sleepy for a while. Anyways I’m yapping. Well, I hope y’all can enjoy this one. You KNOW I love MK11 Rain that bitch. I’m sorry if it ain’t all that great. I will say I’m working on something for Havik. I’m not abandoning Rain but I do wanna mix it up a little. So enjoy and no earthquakes for anyone. Adiós!

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May Prompts (31) Pride

The Luckiest Girl in the World (chapter 31)

Summary: We get glimpses of Joanna Shirley's first year and an emotional trip to the countryside ensures that the circuit is closed.

Thirty-One Years Old

Some months after Joanna’s first birthday, we’re going to Sussex to spend a week with my parents. She has Timothy’s dark hair and my curls. Her eyes are violet-blue and radiant, her social skills are impeccable. Our daughter loves people. When we’re out in the park, at the shops, on the tube or the bus, she babbles to anyone who’s willing to listen. Most people are. During the Pride parade, that became quite evident. 

Molly had bought her a multi-coloured dress. In each hand she had a flag. The traditional rainbow flag in her right, and the bisexual one in her left. Every so often, people in the parade approached her to say hello, and she preened and had the time of her life. Timothy filmed the whole charade to show to our families later.

When she’s used up her charm…let’s just say; her bad temper is as untamed as her good mood…

“Just like her mother,” Dad often points out when I complain.

There’s no sympathy to get from Papa either.

“A tornado is calm compared to your tantrums as a child and teenager, Bee.”

“Ha, bloody ha,” I retort, but I know it’s true.

Having a strong will and principles can be good things, I guess.

***

Joanna has never seen Papa’s garden and beehives. The last time we visited, it poured down all weekend, so we stayed inside.

She has yet to have taken her first steps, but there have been other firsts. 

First trip inside the city: New Scotland Yard with uncle Greg so he could show her off to all his previous colleagues (he retired two years ago.)

First solid food: corn porridge (she detested oatmeal.)

First tooth: four months (she bit me when I breast fed her.)

First real trip: Sussex to Grandad and Lock. (She refuses to call Papa anything else.)

First BIG toy: an antique rocking horse from the granduncles. (Guess which one searched worldwide for the correct one, a replica from his and Papa’s childhood.)

***

The second Joanna sees her grandparents, she starts to wriggle in my arms, can’t get to them fast enough.

“Easy, my little octopus,” I mutter and hand her to Dad with a relieved sigh.

“Hey there, princess Shirley,” Dad coos and kisses her cheek.

“Da!” she exclaims and pats his shoulder, before turning eagerly to Papa, stretching out her arms.

“Hello, little Joan,” Papa rumbles, which make her giggle and shout: “Lock!”

“You’ve got to stop calling her that,” Dad protests half-heartedly.

“Nonsense,” Papa says mock serious. “Not until you stop calling her princess Shirley.”

Joanna points at herself when she hears Dad’s name for her.

“Yes, that’s you,” Papa agrees proudly. “My clever girl.”

***

After lunch and Joanna’s nap, Dad and Papa walk around the garden with her, safely in Dad’s arms to show her the different flowers, letting her smell and touch. Her dazzling smile, and the besotted looks on my fathers’ faces are caught on camera. I decide to get it enlarged and framed as a Christmas present.

Papa points out the beehives, but they stay at a distance lest Joanna’s waving arms disturb the bees. I stifle a sob when she turns and points a finger at me when Papa says the word “bee”.

“Yes, darling. That’s Mummy too,” I say in a choked voice.

“Well done, princess,” Dad praises.

“Cess,” Joanna manages and presses her palm against her chest.

***

A week later, as a farewell, Papa takes Joanna for another stroll in the garden, which she seemingly can’t get enough of. She took her first steps there two days ago, eager to get her hands on a bee that was resting on a flower petal. When the insect flew away, she turned questioningly at Papa, who had followed in her steps ready to catch her if she lost her balance.

After they’ve finished the circuit, Joanna starts to wail, but Papa’s excited voice and gesticulating hand, gets her attention.

“Let me tell you what I once told your mother when she and Granddad moved to Baker Street,” he starts, and goes through the different stages of human decay, the art of flagging down a taxi in London, and pissing off the likes of Philip Anderson.

Before he’s finished, Joanna has fallen asleep in his arms.

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Here we are. At the end of an amazing month of prompts which have produced ficlets, limericks, heartbreakingly beautiful writing, hilarious new AUs and so much more. Tears have been shed, laughter has been shared, the fandom has shown endless support and love to everyone involved.

Thank you to the wonderful @calaisreno for instigating this marvellous event, and to everyone who has participated, commented, reblogged and cheered along the way.

(P.S There'll be no Rosie at the age of 106 as you requested early in the month @totallysilvergirl because that would ensure the demise of our OTP, and we both know that I don't do that...)

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-> He's a Mess (& I Adore It)

Kuroo x gn!reader

-> summary: Kuroo Tetsurou is a mess. Kuroo Tetsurou is never a mess. And the fact that you’re the one who has brought this smug bastard to his knees makes your body thrum with the power of a god

-> 4.5k word count

dom!reader, gn!reader with a vagina, teasing, fingering (receiving), oral (receiving), semi-public sex, dick pics, university students, rough sex, praise kink, sex denial, orgasm denial, making out, dirty talk

18+, NSFW, Minors DNI

-> I wrote this back in November 2022 with the intention of finishing it but never got round to it. You little gremlins on the internet asked to be fed now, rather than later, so this is the incomplete result. Maybe, if Kuroo gets lucky, I'll return to finish it. Does the reader think he deserves it? Tell me in the tags/asks

You can also read He's a Mess (& I Adore It) on Ao3

You never expected to be here with Kuroo on his knees for you. It had started off as nothing more than an inspired little thought that struck you one day when you'd had enough of seeing Kuroo walk around like he was some kind of god's gift to mortals.

You'd done your best to ignore it all through high school; suffering through 3 years worth of his witty remarks, of the smirk that seemed a permanent addition to his face, of watching girls (and sometimes boys) fawning over him wherever he went.

It's only when you walk into your first lecture at university to find Kuroo sitting near the front of the class, eyebrow raised with a pleased grin playing about his lips as he watches you, that you decide it's finally time to teach him a lesson.

Like hell you're going to put up with this for another 3 years. This is a man who needs to be humbled. And now is the time to do it.

You know you're exactly the right person to do it. You've always been aware that you've been on Kuroo's radar but never had any interest in remotely entertaining the idea. He was already arrogant and had his arrogance fed by everyone around him throughout school, from his volleyball team to the teachers in class, and students from Nekoma and beyond. There was no way you were going to contribute to his inflating ego.

But now you're both at university there's something vaguely interesting about playing a little game with him. It wouldn't work to be too obvious with it - a snarky comment or public take down would be ineffective. Something that he could easily shrug off.

No. Let him think he's got you in the palm of his hand. That somehow, after all these years, the quadruple threat of his charm, wit, intelligence and good looks had finally worked their magic on you. Then slowly begin to pull the rug out from under his feet, little by little. 

Make him work for it, make him beg, make him lose all composure. Then floor him.

The image of Kuroo flustered before you, realising that he's been outmanoeuvred, sends jolts through your veins. Your course has been set. 

Let the games begin.

It starts off fairly simple with increased eye contact and lingering looks during class. Nothing too intense or sudden as this would seem suspicious after years of ignoring him. Nor anything too forward to give the impression that you were pursuing him.

He initially seems surprised but pleased with the attention. Of course he does. You throw in a few little comments now and then; saying hello to him when you pass in the hallway or actually responding if he asks you a question in class. It doesn't take much before he bites.

You begin to notice how his eyes follow you wherever you go, how he starts off making eye contact with you before roaming his eyes down as you walk away. Let him look. On occasion you allow your eyes to do the same to give him the impression that these admiring looks are reciprocated. And although it's mostly all part of the game, you can't deny that he is pleasing to look at, in a way. And hey, why not enjoy your mission whilst you’re on it?

One morning he shows up at your table with an extra coffee.

"For me?" you feign surprise. "Thanks, I don't drink coffee though." You pass it off to your best friend next to you and study his reaction. He shrugs but you can see him falter behind his carefully curated mask.

He tries casually extending invitations to house parties and study sessions, all of which you turn down much to the surprise of your envious classmates. He asks for your number, pretending it would be helpful if he has questions about assignments even though you know he's smart enough not to need help. Sometimes you entertain his fake questions or social texts to give him just enough to keep him interested, but mostly you ignore these too.

He shows up to the lab more frequently and stays longer into the nights when you're there working away on experiments for your assignments. You find excuses to sit at the same table as him, sitting just a little too close so that your arm or leg brushes against his. He responds in kind.

On day's when you're feeling particularly mischievous you play around with the lab equipment to see if anything sparks a reaction; suggestively grasping full-bodied glasses, slowly grinding materials down with a mortar and pestle, firmly and repeatedly squeezing the nib of pipettes whilst maintaining eye contact. Kuroo always watches you keenly during these, but the last one in particular causes his nostrils to flare and the tips of his ears to turn ever so slightly pink.

After months of toying with him you decide to kick things up a notch. He texts you to ask if you'll be going to the upcoming Halloween social, you say you'll see how you feel on the night though you've been planning to go with your friends all along.

You spend the evening putting on your fancy dress outfit and getting ready with your housemates. You've all decided to go for matching catsuits in different colours. You choose the red one. You make an effort to look good, as you always do, not for anyone else's pleasure but your own. Looking in the mirror you know what Kuroo's reaction will be.

He's not there when you arrive even though the party is well under way by then. You spend most of the night dancing with your friends and having a good time. It must be nearing midnight when you feel the intensity of a pair of eyes on you and look over to see Kuroo with a group of boys. He's wearing a tightly fitted shirt and trousers that shows off his slender but muscular form, though doesn't seem particularly Halloweeny to you. You make your way over to the drinks table and it isn't until he approaches you that you see the drops of blood on the shirt and the bloody handprint on his throat.

He sees your eyes linger at his neck and smiles, showing off a pair of fangs. He bends down towards your ear.

"Like what you see?" He purrs. There it is. That arrogance. He's so sure of himself.

You ignore him whilst you pour yourself a drink. Once you're done you glance back at him.

"I could ask you the same thing. You're the one who can't take his eyes off of me."

Kuroo leans against the table looking down at you with his eyebrow raised. "Is that so?"

"Well, I guess I'm pretty hard to miss huh?" As you say this you slowly run your hand down your chest and stomach, bringing it to rest on your hip and watch as his gaze follows. His eyes flicker back up to yours and even in the low light you can see the desire burning in them. He steps towards you.

"I certainly wouldn't say no to a taste of you," he flashes you a toothy grin, his fake fangs glinting in the light. You suppress the instinct to roll your eyes.

"Hmm..." you say instead, as though you're pondering this. You step forwards, closing the gap between the two of you. You've never stood this close to Kuroo before and it's only now that you realise just how tall he is. You elevate yourself on your tip toes slightly to bring yourself closer to his face. He smirks and dips his head down to meet yours.

Just when his face is about to meet yours, you divert to the side so your mouth is by his ear, and bring your hand up to gently place over the handprint on his throat.

"Come back to me when you have more enthusiasm and we'll see then." You quickly release his throat and walk away from him, disappearing back into the crowd to find your friends. It's an effort not to turn back to see his reaction but it gives you satisfaction knowing that you'll be able to see an even better one soon.

Your plan of teasingly enticing him with just a little but then snatching it away again works just as you expected it to. Of course it does. Kuroo is not the kind of guy who has ever been denied anything and knowing that he just might get what he's after is enough to incentivize him to work even harder for it. You know that you have him now, he can't possibly walk away from something he wants but can't get with his pride intact.

Little does he know that there's no outcome for him where he walks away from you with any pride intact.

Over the next few weeks you continue to make little comments to him in passing, leaning over him at the lab tables to reach things instead of asking for them, pressing up against him when making your way down the busy hallways. You're pleased at the effect it has as you begin to see him unravel. The stumbling over his words, the flushed looks on his face, knocking things over in class. The one that gets you the most is the surreptitiously placed bag held in front of his crotch.

One evening, whilst you're at home doing some extra reading for class, you receive a text that brings a smirk of its own to your face. A single line that reads: I can't stop thinking about you.

You feel gleeful at this admission that you're on his mind so much. That you've brought him to a place where he's openly admitting it. You briefly consider not responding but you've done your work for the day and are feeling playful.

You shoot a message back: Oh, and what do you want to achieve by telling me that?

A few minutes pass by before your phone vibrates with another message. I want you.

You take some time before replying, considering your options and the short, directness of his messages. You begin to type a reply: tell me… before deleting it and rewriting the message. For a brief second you hesitate before sending it, before committing to the fork in the road you're about to go down. You hate to admit it but your heart begins to beat a little faster.

Show me how much you want me

There's a much longer pause this time and you start to wonder if maybe you've miscalculated. You set your phone to the side and go to the kitchen to grab a drink, stopping to talk to your housemate about the new show he’s obsessively bingeing on the couch. By the time you return, there's a picture message waiting for you.

You open the message. There's no text attached, just an image of Kuroo's hard on through his grey tracksuits. You smile and thumb another response.

Not quite good enough. Try again. And don't keep me waiting this time.

A few minutes later your phone vibrates with another picture. You open it. A hot flush creeps up your neck and a grin spreads across your face.

This time his tracksuit bottoms have been pulled down to reveal the full package. Kuroo's long, thick dick is on display for your private viewing and you're pleased with what you see. Of course he's big. Of course he's thick. His right hand rests towards the base, almost nonchalantly, as if it just so happened to rest there. But knowing Kuroo it was a planned move. He's aware of how big his hands are and how he can use them as an effective scale here.

You tilt your head to the side and can't help but think what it would be like to have this inside of you. You feel your clit tingle, the wetness that's been building. Well, you don't have to wonder. There's an easy way to find out. You glance at the clock to check the time.

Do you know the office across the hall from the labs?

A few seconds later you get a reply. Yes.

As you head off to the bathroom for a quick shower you shoot off another message: Meet me there in half an hour.

You take your time getting ready, fully intending to be late. To keep Kuroo waiting. On your way out of the door one of your housemates asks you where you're going and laughs when you respond that you're on your way to meet Kuroo as there's something he's helping you with.

"Oh? What could Kuroo possibly help you with at this time of night?" she asks with her hand on her hip, a knowing smile on her face.

You throw up a peace sign as you close the door behind you and make your way through campus to the building where your labs are, and the office where Kuroo is waiting for you.

When you finally open the door to the office, you're greeted by Kuroo leaning against one of the desks. As you close the door, you take a few moments to roll the blackout blind down and lock the door behind you. The building is always empty at this time but you don't want to be interrupted.

"Took your time," he remarks lowly, quirking his eyebrow up.

You walk slowly across the room, bringing yourself to a pause in front of him. Although he's shorter from leaning against the desk, he's so tall that you still have to look up at him. Not for much longer. Soon it'll be him who will be looking up at you.

"Oh, were you getting impatient?" You flash him one of his own trademark smirks.

"I'm sure you'd love that, as if you haven't kept me waiting long enough," he scoffs. You bring your face up towards his until your lips are almost touching.

"Careful," you growl. "Or you'll be waiting even longer."

You watch as a blush spreads across his face. You know how much he wants to retort, you can see him having to hold it back, and you get a kick out of silencing him. He wants to bite back, but he wants you more.

You reach up and run a finger lightly over his bottom lip then down to trace his jaw as you hum. His eyes watch you keenly.

"Now, where were we?" You run your finger down his throat, pausing at the bottom. "I believe you were showing me how much you want me but you seem to be awfully overdressed for that, don't you think?"

You feel him swallow and his pulse quicken. You pull at the top of his jumper.

"Take it off."

He reaches down to pull his hoodie over his head and throws it carelessly onto the floor behind you. You take your time, letting your eyes slide over his body. You knew he was fit, you could tell from how toned his arms were, from the way his clothes hugged his frame, but you hadn't expected him to be quite so... ripped.

You step forward so that your bodies meet and then, this time, bring your lips to meet his. Kuroo’s lips are surprisingly soft but his kiss is firm. As you begin to intensify the kiss and part his lips to slip your tongue inside, he begins to kiss back more hungrily and you feel his arms snake around your hips, his hands eagerly roaming your body.

Without breaking the kiss, you reach around to unwrap his arms and pin his hands either side of him on the desk.

"Uh, uh," you whisper into his mouth. "I didn't say you could touch me. You haven't earned that privilege." He lets a little groan slip out as you return to making out with him and that's when you feel the hardness of his dick pressing against your stomach.

You want to stop for a moment to laugh because of course this arrogant, spoiled little shit gets off on being told what he can and can't do.

You let go of one of his hands, bringing yours back to continue lightly tracing down his chest as you kiss. You break away.

"So tell me Kuroo, what was it you wanted from me?"

Let him think he's going to get it. As you look up at him with a feigned coy look, you can see the hazy look of desire in his eyes, the flare of his nostrils.

"I want you..." he murmurs. You've never heard his voice so low.

You smile as you drag your fingers slowly down his torso. He bites his lip.

"Tell me, stop holding out on the details."

"Uh...well. I'm sure you can see how turned on you make me." You bring your hand lower, right to the waistband of his tracksuit pants. You glance down and bite your own lip as you take in the outline of his dick showing through them, humming your acknowledgement before looking back at him.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about the feel of your body pressing against me and what it would be like to have your skin rubbing against mine." You stretch up to place light kisses on his neck, your hand still resting against his waistband.

"I've been thinking about how much I want to kiss you, to know what you taste like..." As he continues to talk you pause your kissing of his neck for a second to lightly and ever so briefly stroke your fingers up his length. Kuroo gasps as though he's been electrocuted.

"God, I want to fuck you so bad. I want to feel my dick in your pussy. It's all I can think about."

You have to admit that you're affected. You can feel how wet you are, how much you want him in this moment. And though your own heart rate is picking up and you want to throw him back onto the desk so that you can climb on top of him, you know that you're not ready for this game to be over. It would be too easy to end it here.

Instead, you step away from him.

Kuroo looks back at you, his eyebrows knitted together, confused by the sudden loss of contact. You know there must be a part of him that wonders if it's over, if that's all he's going to get. And it is, to an extent. But it's not all that you are going to get.

"Get on your knees," you order. He looks back at you blankly. "Kuroo, did I fucking stutter? Did you not hear me? I said get on your knees." 

He stands up, his torso elongating in a way that shows off his abs even more. For a second you wonder if he will refuse, if his ego isn't willing to take the hit, but he simply steps to the side so that you can take a seat on the desk.

Once he's moved, you drop your trousers, step out of them and hop up onto the desk. When you're seated Kuroo looks at you and holds your gaze as he wordlessly gets down on his knees in front of you.

You take a mental photograph of this moment, the moment you've been working towards for over half a year. The perfect image of Kuroo Tetsurou on his knees for you.

"Good boy," you purr, taking note of the blush returning to his face. You file that away for later too. "Now, let me tell you about what I want, Kuroo, because you are very much mistaken if you think that this is about you. I want you to fuck me..."

You pause as you see his eyes light up and hold your finger up.

"With your mouth and your fingers." His face flickers with emotion - surprise, disappointment, desire - before he gets it back under control. "You've always been so proud of that sharp tongue of yours and those big, powerful hands. So put them to use."

He edges forwards on his knees so that he's closer to your closed legs and waits, knowing better now than to reach out. Sitting on the edge of the desk you spread your legs slowly so that he can see all of you. You watch the hunger spread like wildfire over his face.

You reach out, caressing the back of his head before grabbing a handful of his messy hair and pulling his face towards you. You feel the warmth of his mouth as he takes your clit in it and sucks. You hold back a groan. He sucks slowly a few times before you feel his tongue take a long, firm lick at your opening. At that he groans before returning to your clit. His caresses it with his mouth hungrily, alternating pressure between firm, slow sucks and lighter, quicker ones.

You lay back on the desk, your hand still running through his hair and arch your back. You can't deny it feels good or that Kuroo knows exactly what he's doing. You become completely lost in the sensation.

Before long, you become impatient. You grind your hips against his mouth, against his tongue, pushing his head further down. 

"Fuck me..." You feel him pause for a second. "With your hands."

He gives you a last, long suck using his teeth lightly to nip you cheekily at the end.

"Can I stand?" he murmurs. "So I can get a better angle?"

You raise your head briefly to look down at him and consider his request. You suppose it isn't the best angle for fingering. "Yes, you may."

You lay your head back down and a moment later he's leaning over you on the desk. Before you have time to think he simultaneously pushes two fingers into you as he lowers his lips down to yours, kissing you deeply. You can taste yourself on his lips.

A groan slips out of you into his mouth.

Damnit. But it feels so good.

His fingers are long and thick, like his dick, and they fill you perfectly. He begins to thrust them in a slow rhythm whilst continuing to kiss you, and your hips respond, rising to meet him. He begins to speed up and you can hear your own wetness as his fingers slip in and out.

You grab hold of his shoulder, feeling the powerful muscles, your nails digging into his skin. You let out a long groan. It’s not enough.

"Harder, fuck me harder, Kuroo."

You hear a short huff as he laughs and responds immediately. You feel his hand pull back and then pound back into you. His eyes flick to yours and you nod for him to continue. He does it again slowly a couple of times, each one increasing in force and dragging further moans out of you.

You glance down to take in how it looks for Kuroo to be between your legs; his big hand buried in you, the taut muscles in his forearm and bicep as he thrusts in and out, the intense focus in his narrow hazel eyes, his raging erection pressed up against you and the way it smears pre-cum over your exposed thigh.

"Yes...Perfect… keep going," you choke out.

With every thrust of his fingers, you can hear how dripping wet you are. You’re not the only one to have noticed either. Kuroo lets out a pitiful whine, his eyes closing in ecstasy. 

“You’re so… fucking… wet,” he groans. You shoot a hand out to cover his mouth.

“That’s enough out of you,” you rasp, even as you feel your clit twitch in response to his words.

He speeds up, managing to still maintain the strength and rhythm of each thrust. You drop your head back onto the desk and close your eyes, completely overtaken by how good it feels. You continue to buck your hips up to meet him as his hand comes down, and the angle of it is exactly right for his knuckles to impact against your clit each time. He keeps going. 

Again, and again, and again, and again.

Your heart feels like it's about to beat out of your chest and every muscle in your body feels tense. You know you're close. You dig your nails in harder and smile when Kuroo doesn't even flinch. 

"Keep going, don't stop..." you can barely catch your breath. It only takes a few more thrusts before you're there. His fingers slide forcefully inside you and his knuckles hit your clit at the exact right moment so that it sends you over the edge. You climax, feeling yourself pulsing around Kuroo's fingers as you orgasm.

"Fuuuckkk..." you hear him groan through your hand as he hovers above you, his voice dripping with arousal as you continue to contract around him. Once you've stopped you feel his fingers slowly and reluctantly slip out.

You lay there for a few moments, enjoying the high, giving your heart time to slow back to its regular pace. You let out a long exhale and look up at Kuroo, his arm propping him up as he leans on the desk. You vaguely register that there isn't even a drop of sweat on him.

As you sit up, you take a deliberate glance down and are satisfied to see he's still hard. Well, if he thinks that you're going to be doing anything about that he's got a big surprise coming. And not the kind he's probably hoping for.

"Good?" He asks, grinning. Clearly pleased with his performance. You'll give him that it was definitely good.

"Yeah, it was good.” You pause. “But I want it better."

You slide out from under him and begin pulling your trousers back on. When you look back at him, his expression is puzzled.

"I don't know what you're looking at me like that for, Kuroo. I told you that you'd be mistaken if you thought this was about you. I got what I came for and now I'm going home."

"But..."

"But what? You're not done? You wanted to fuck me with your dick? As I said, you haven't earned those privileges. Yet." You pause, letting the yet hang in the air between you. Kuroo tilts his head to the side. Confused, but also very clearly intrigued.

"What do I need to do to earn that?"

You hum mischievously, stepping closer so that you can run your hand up his chest.

"I'm sure I'll come up with something. In the meantime though," you glance meaningfully down at his dick, still standing to attention. "You can't touch yourself, I want you to save it all for me. And I want to see evidence that you're still thinking about me." At this, he raises his eyebrows.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything with your images if that's what you're worried about. They're just for my own viewing pleasure. But don't try to cheat, because I'll know. And then you definitely won't get what you want."

You flash him a smile and then retreat to the door, flicking the latch to unlock the door.

"Oh, and Kuroo?"

"Hm?” He looks at you with a faint glimmer of hope.

You nod your head towards the desk. "Make sure you clean up this mess before you go."

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backseat chronicles - n.jm | ridin’ club

━ welcome to the ridin’ club smut series

genre ➠ slow burn, smut, fluff, lil angst  wordcount ➠ 8.5k details ➠ fem!reader, streetracer!jaemin, badboy!jaemin, college!au ━ where Jaemin brings you to his club races as his arm candy. warnings ➠ explicit language, overstimulation, flirty banter, pet names, softdom!jaemin, car sex, praise kink, hittin it raw (y/n on the pill), oral, daddy kink, slight corruption kink, fingering synopsis ➠ There is no reasonable explanation as to why or how you always end up in the backseat of Na Jaemin’s beloved car. Almost routinely, he picks you up around ten in the evening with the stereo blasting the raunchiest lyrics for your entire suburban neighborhood to hear. The entire night remains purely friendly, a dabble of flirtatious comments because well, it’s Jaemin for fuck sakes. But all it takes is one suggestive gaze from his dark, lustful eyes and a drop in his voice that rumbles your core to have you climbing over the seats to get to the back. taglist ➠ @rabbit-doyochi​​​ ; @darkneogotmyback​​​ ; @im-lame-irl​​​ ; @p-mini​​​ ; @niniluvsmarkhyuck​​​ ; @saniahmichael​​ ; @jaehy9ngs​​​ ; @danyxthirstae01​​​ ; @jaehyunoos​​​ ; @pikijaemin​​​ ; @suhweo​​​ ; @yunoyeol​​​ ; @lanadreamie​​​ ; @ta3ilmoon​​​ ; 

a/n ➠ hi yall its author doie❀!! thank you for over 1k notes on this series, im beyond impressed by the amount of attention this got! it really blew up and its so crazy!! i wrote this one with more of a romantic plotline i realized its too hard to keep it pwp with all the story building and characterization i have :)) it’s almost over yall! pls pls leave me feedback im sorry it took so long to write ):

While college lecture rooms are too big to interact with other students, discussion classes are there to ease the difficulty. A classroom for about twenty students from a three hundred person lecture. It’s administered by a clueless TA, who barely began his second term in graduate school.

Unlike lecture, attendance is mandatory for participation points. You show up every time without a fail, so it came as a shock to you when a certain blue haired student finally appeared from the list of absent students.

Na Jaemin. The notorious playboy with looks that kill and partakes in some illegal racing club. It’s as if every person in the room fawns over his aura, Jaemin drips with an inexplicable alluring confidence. You didn’t know anything about him besides the fact that he never shows up for class and rumors about how he’s slept with the entire cheer squad.

But he’s drawn to you like a magnet: always sitting in the available spot next to you, asking about your day before the TA arrives, developing an odd staring problem. You don’t feed much into his attention, minding your own business when he starts with his notably flirtatious greeting.

“You just take my breath away, (Y/N).” Jaemin cocks back in his seat with legs stretched wide in an overly comfortable manner. The smug smirk on his face cannot be ignored, he’s doing the absolute most to get you to pay the smallest attention to him.

“I didn’t do anything in particular to do that, Jaemin.” You respond bitterly, pulling out your notes for today’s discussion class. The TA enjoys wasting the first twenty minutes going over the past lecture slides and running through the most obvious topics.

You pay no mind to Jaemin peering over at you with the single handedly most dreamy eyes and smile --- stars shining in his dark orbs and a dazzling twinkle in his wide toothy grin.

“That’s why you’re so amazing. You do nothing and it still leaves me breathless.” His sneaky eyes examine your clothing choice for the long day. On this warm afternoon, the short tank top does nothing to hide much of your skin and the denim shorts that ride up a little too well drive Jaemin insane. And when you cross your legs together, he swallows the spit that pools in the back of his throat.

Your ears catch onto the murmurs of the rest of the class, the midterm is next week. The wretched midterm that is half of your grade dooms you, it is going to take an endless amount of completely undistracted dedicated hours of study--- “On a more serious note, can you help me with this class?”

His voice shatters your inner panic, if anything, adds to the stress that already beats down on your shoulders. You look up to glare at him, but you’re entirely taken aback by the new styling of his hair and the exposure of his tattoos.

The sweet blue cotton candied strands are ruffled lazily above his brows, messy from him constantly running his hand through them. Jaemin sits relaxed in gray sweatpants that are extremely baggy on his slender figure, hands are shoved casually into the pockets.

But what has you staring for longer is the long sleeve of tattoos that wrap around his left arm. Not that you’re surprised that Jaemin has tattoos, let alone a whole sleeve, but this is your first time seeing it as this is the first time he’s come to class without his leather jacket on. Something about the intricate lines and shadowing make Jaemin seem much cooler, almost more attractive.

When you meet his eyes, his lips curl slowly into a sly side smile and he’s practically eating you up under his gaze. He definitely knew that you were staring and what comes next out of his mouth will haunt you for it. “Like what you see, beautiful?”

“I don’t have the time to help you.” The best way out of this situation is to simply ignore it. Jaemin is overly adored and admired by many, he’ll find someone else to help him.

“Jaemin, do you want to study together?” There you go, folks. The random girl snickers with her small huddle of friends in the upper corner of the room, like a crowd of crows, they’re all waiting around for Jaemin to accept her offer so he can be easily integrated into their little group.

However, you watch how his glances bounce between you and her. The most sickly sweet, kind smile is almost too fake to consider it to be genuine. His final choice surprises you, “thank you for offering, but I only want (Y/N)...”

Your breath hitches and gets caught in your throat as you hope for him to finish his sentence, the drumming of your heart distracting you even more. Jaemin wants you? While the thought is flattering, it puzzles you greatly.

“... to help me with my studies.” Jaemin finishes his sentence after a rather long pause, his eyes finally resting upon your figure shying away and finding any way to seem uninterested in the conversation. “Is that going to be okay, (Y/N)?”

“What do I get out of it?” You can’t believe that you are actually considering it. But this is a man that only wants you to help him. Jaemin is an impossible, yet charming man and whatever comfortable attire he is wearing today is really aiding in his request.

He lights up, ears perked up and eyes attentive. His hands fold together on the empty desk, leaning forward towards you. “Dates with me.”

Rolling your eyes, you groan slightly at the arrogant answer. “I don’t care about that. I want something that benefits me.”

“I’ll make sure you’re well fed.” There is a tiny plea in his tone, a remarkable shift from his cool aura. “What do you want? I’ll give it to you.”

“I guess I can’t turn down free food…” there is a hang in your sentence as you contemplate what chaos you’re about to dive into and what life changes are about to be explored with Jaemin.

“Before you agree,” Jaemin chuckles, “there’s one more thing I’d like you to do for me.”

You’re quick to shoot a daggering glare at the overly enthusiastic boy, “why do I suddenly owe you favors?”

“Because I say so.” He deadpans, a chill running down your spine at the deep dip in his octave. The playfulness that was present all this time suddenly vanished, a serious look that intimidates you, but sexy enough to where it erupts something in your core. He blinks at you with dark clouded eyes and you nervously anticipate what he is going to ask next of you.

“Accompany me to my races.” He speaks lowly as if he’s afraid of someone else eavesdropping in the conversation.

Here’s your issue with that request: you’ve never really been part of that scene. You’ve lived pretty mundanely, even in college. It’s simple, you like to stay within the boundaries of what you enjoy to do and what you have to do. But you’re always open minded and willing to try something to determine whether or not you’re fond of it.

Partying and drinking copious amounts of alcohol weren’t your favorite things to do, especially to the point of forgetting your nights. You wanted to remember your nights as much as you do your days. The youth isn’t here for long, why waste them by blacking out in the middle of a large party? Also, whoever said that alcohol goes down smooth is a blatant liar.

Illegal racing could possibly be an extension of people who participate in those things, which is fine, but does place a crippling fear of coming off too boring or unrelatable inside your nervous system. But just because you don’t do those things doesn’t mean that you’re not as cool, right?

Since when was your status based nonsensically on how often you spend your nights in socializing crowds full of sweaty bodies and how much cheap booze you can drink? It had to be all in your head --- you’re just dreading any awkward socializing with people who race cars when it’s absolutely illegal.

“Why me?” It’s a genuine answer, possibly stemming from your insecurities of not being on the same level of charm as Jaemin exudes. You’re not a fool, you’re well aware of the many different people he comes across on campus so, why you?

Jaemin doesn’t hesitate to answer, “why not you? You’re just my type. Hot and smart. Cute and a little shy. The greatest duality, if you ask me.” His words seem so genuine that it has you believing these things about yourself as well.

Nonetheless, you’re taken aback by his observations and his choice of descriptions. “We’ve barely ever talked. How can you say these things so confidently about me?”

Jaemin slightly pulls your chair closer to his own and you yelp in response to the sudden movement and lack of space that separates the two of you. He leans into you, breath hot on your skin and obvious eyes darting between your shocked ones and pretty lips.

“So let’s get to know each other. I can already tell that it’ll just make me fall for you even more.” His finger lightly traces your jaw, stopping at your chin to give it a small lift to meet his focus. Jaemin loves how you squirm underneath his intensity, you’re too cute to let go. “Plus, my boys will love you. I’m sure of it.”

The TA rushes in quickly and is utterly distressed from the traffic that had pushed back his schedule. “Sorry, I’m late everyone.” He rummages through his things to find his notes, but groans to see that the monitor of the computer is off. It’s going to take him another ten minutes to input all his credentials.

But your attention doesn’t stray from Jaemin, especially with his delicate touch at the bottom of your chin. His gentle smile enacts nothing but a soft love, and a peak of interest. Na Jaemin, the one and only. He’s like an adventure waiting to be explored, an open bottle of fun for you to take a sip.

“What would I have to do?” Your voice comes out shaky.

“Just be there as your pretty self.” Jaemin comes off as the type to always have women around him, “you’ll be my lucky charm. For some reason, I always feel better around you.”

The escalation of this conversation is possibly more action you’ve had to handle in the last two years. Jaemin drops your chin and falls back into his own seat with his arms crossed. He is about to turn your life upside down and whether that be a good or bad thing, you don’t mind. You’re excited for the new thrills that come with being by Na Jaemin’s side.

Jaemin’s hot hands lift your shirt quickly, throwing it towards the front seat of his car. His lips return to your soft neck, nibbling at your skin tenderly and with love bites that will remind you of his gentle touches. The streetlamps outside flicker impatiently as you feel the eagerness soaking your panties and he lifts you up to take them off.

“My sweet girl,” his voice is light and airy that it becomes almost lost in the heat of the car. “You’re excited tonight. Did you miss me?” The devilish smirk can be felt upon your collarbones.

“Yes, I haven’t seen you for almost five days.” A peculiar whine settles in your pout and Jaemin’s low growl sends shivers down your spine. The only barrier are his own tight jeans and your hands are fast at unbuckling his belt. Jaemin relaxes back, forearms resting on your soft thighs and watching the neediness in your expression and the speed of your hands. He smiles to himself seeing you this way, wanting him so badly that you can’t wait to get him out of his jeans.

Throughout the two months that you and Jaemin finally became well acquainted, he’s fallen inexplicably into your trance. His friends made it very clear to you that he doesn’t keep the same girl around for more than a few weeks. But he’s brought you to almost every race so far and despite the initial shock of your appearance after the third time, you didn’t let the passing comments phase you.

Why he hasn’t replaced you is unknown and truthfully, there is no reasonable explanation how you always wind up in the backseat of his car by the end of the night. It’s become part of your routine. Jaemin picks you up around ten in the evening with raunchy lyrics blasting out of his personalized car for your entire suburban neighborhood to hear. More often than not, Jaemin has food ready for you to devour and a cozy blanket for your exposed legs.

You’ve learned a bit more about him through your backseat chronicles. Jaemin is possibly one of the only people in your life with a heart bigger than his own body, while also being as carefree as he can. Oddly enough, he cares about you as his friend and as his companion. Not to mention the ridiculous, yet endearing nickname, “Lucky Charm”, that he has coined upon you.

Jaemin has been the best adventure you’ve had in ages. While he takes you on intoxicating thrill rides on the leather of his back seats, every street race has been more than unforgettable. He shares one of the same values as you --- wanting to remember the present. You both know that you’ll remember each other enough for it to transcend into your next lives.

You have him to thank for your youthful experiences, to learn and dive into this new found world of mischief under his care. Jaemin treats you extraordinarily well, he’d never hurt a soul. He showers you in appraisal and carefulness, he’s attentive to your behavior and remembers your favorite things. And he reminds you almost every time you see him that he’s so grateful to have you in his life.

“Have you been touching yourself?” Jaemin’s bold question catches you off guard as it causes your hands to shyly hover over his unzipped jeans. When you glance up at him with soft innocent eyes, as if you’re guilty of a crime and wish to beg for forgiveness, his facial expression is serious and intimidating. 

“Continue, baby. You can be honest with me. Daddy isn’t going to punish you if you did.” His tone is sweet and light, but his eyes are dark and piercing. His lips are drawn tightly into a thin line, no curve in sight.

His finger grazes down your cheek gently as he admires your slightly parted lips and the way your eyelashes dance every time you blink. However, his other hand urges you to continue your previous action of getting him out of his restrictive jeans.

You nod, while rubbing his erection through his gray briefs that hug him so tightly. There’s a sharp intake of breath when you pull the waistband of his underwear down and his cock stands against his lower abdomen. “Do you think of me when you do?” His voice gets caught in his throat when you take him in your warm hand.

“Always.” You kiss his jawline and fix your position above his dick. Your slick pussy presses down against his shaft, coating it in your juices and rubbing his tip to your clit for a delicious sensation. Jaemin groans, his gaze dipping between your lower bodies and back to your face.

“My sweet (Y/N) thinks about her daddy fucking her senseless while she touches herself.” Jaemin chuckles darkly, grinding his hips harder against you. There is a shift in the atmosphere as he grips your hips and slowly enters your dripping hole. “That’s cute, baby.”

You hold onto his shoulders as his raw dick fills you to the brim, stretching you out like past nights. Gasps leave your body when he starts pulling all the way out to only have you sink back down. “Daddy, please just fuck me.”

Jaemin picks up his speed, knowing that you have a quiz due at midnight that you scolded him for forgetting earlier. The grip on his shoulders tighten as this man navigates your body all too well. He knows you like the back of his hand, fucking the spot that causes your body to lose control.

One of his favorite sights in the world is the view of your lips parted open with loud whimpers falling effortlessly. Your eyes roll back into your skull as his hips roll deeper into your walls, the tip hitting your sweet spot repeatedly.

“You’re always the best girl for me, aren’t you?” His hand wraps around your neck when you throw your head back, choking you lightly and your walls grip around his shaft. “I know you’re close. Cum on my dick, baby. Be a good girl.”

Jaemin’s tattoos shine under the moonlight when you peer down at him. His hooded eyes are intoxicated by the pure image of your fucked out body and he’s truly in love. “My good girl, come on baby.” He continues to encourage, his other hand giving you a smack on your ass when he drills mercilessly into you.

The familiar bubbling occupy your lower half and the feeling of release unravels all so suddenly. You fall forward, Jaemin lets go of your neck to hold your limp body close to him, your head on his shoulder as your orgasm overtakes you. He grinds his hips into you to prolong your shaking climax, cooing sweet nothings in your ear as his other hand takes a whole handful of ass to squeeze.

He bottoms out, filling you up to the rim to cum deep inside of you. Jaemin moans loudly, his cum spilling all over your walls. You two sit like that until he grows soft, pampering your temples with gentle kisses. Jaemin remembers to take care of you, no matter what.

While you’re in his arms, he reaches for sanitary wipes in the side compartments. He lifts your hips slowly to pull out and you sigh at the emptiness. Gently, he swipes at the dripping cum from your pussy and makes sure that you’re all cleaned up before getting dressed.

“So, you want to tell me why you’ve been MIA for the past five days?” Rolling your eyes, you pull up your panties and fix the last decency of your hair.

“Car meets that are too far for me to take you.” His thumb rubs your chin lovingly and Jaemin’s eyes are so bright and mesmerizing, you find that it’s hard to look him in the eye at times.

“Not because you’ve been hooking up with other girls?” There is a tinge of sarcasm that laces your rhetorical question and though you don’t expect him to give you an actual answer, you take note of his reaction. Jaemin raises an eyebrow, clearing his throat and looking out the window away from you.

“And if I was?” Truthfully, that question hurt you more than your’s hurt him. His hand rests underneath his chin as he patiently waits for your answer. He admires the clear night sky and the rundown abandoned liquor store that stands all by itself.

“What do you want me to say?” Question after question, a stiff tension replaces the sex of the car.

“I’ll take you back now.” Jaemin crawls back to the driver’s seat, completely ignoring your confused figure. He has always been quite like this: going aloof whenever he wants to dodge something. However, it’s been happening more frequently the past times you two have been seeing each other.

The truth is simple, yet entirely complex at the same time. You and Jaemin aren’t dating, despite always going out together and him posessively introducing you to other men. You and Jaemin aren’t dating.

Nevertheless, it doesn’t stop you from growing feelings for him and you can tell that this happens too often for the attractive boy. He can’t have a fuckbuddy that won’t fall head over heels for him. But who could really blame you? Even if all this time Jaemin was pretending that he cared about you, he still pampers you like a princess; he still tells you he does.

But when it comes to discussion about advancing into something more, he hides and grows silent. This has you wondering, maybe this entire thing to him is all sex? And he can’t love you back the way you do.

No one knows his heart, not even himself. He’s never wanted to complicate his life, it’s always been about two things: racing and having fun. There is no easy way to explain it all, the thoughts that flood his mind and heart, so he chooses every way to ignore it. Overall, he’s genuinely lost. You are one source of stability in his life that he isn’t willing to let go, ever. But just because he won’t let you go, doesn’t mean that you won’t take the chance to leave when you’re fed up with him.

This has him wondering, how far can he push before he pushes you too far?

“No, it’s fine. I’ll just walk.” Tonight is unsettling, it usually doesn’t end like this. Jaemin locks the car doors and turns around to reach for your hand. “Jaemin, open the door.”

“I want you to say that you hate when I sleep with other people.” Jaemin confesses all too wildly as his hand lightly squeezes around your wrist. “And I want you to mean it.” He’s only speaking words of truth that haven’t had the time to process in his own thoughts.

“I hate when you sleep with other people.” And you do mean it. You mean it more than anything you’ve ever said to this man. Jaemin just sighs, bringing your wrist to his lips for a lasting kiss.

“Can I drive you home?” Jaemin asks softly, eyes dipping down to the leather seats and avoiding all need for eye contact.

“Yes, Jaemin.” He pulls you back into the passenger seat and drapes the soft blanket over your exposed legs. “Hopefully, I still have time to take my quiz.”

“Can I come inside?” Jaemin coolly turns his marble wheel to reverse out of the parking space, a hand resting on the shoulder of your seat as he does a double take behind him for any pedestrians, even if you two are far out in the middle of nowhere and there isn’t anyone around; Jaemin knows you have the hots for him when he does that specific move.

“What do you mean? You’ve already cum inside.”

It’s the sound of disappointment as his tongue tsks at you and he flicks lightly at your forehead. He steps on the acceleration, revving the annoying engine that roars throughout the peaceful night. The multicolored lights illuminate around his stereo and at your feet, creating the Rainbow Road right out of Mario Kart. 

Jaemin isn’t like the others who pay close attention to the details of his car. His motto goes, “if I like it, I’m going to have it.” Whether or not anything matches goes beyond his worries.

In some ways, his car is a mirror of his own personality --- wild and free, colorful and welcoming. And his skills as a driver? Safe, no matter how far the speedometer goes, Jaemin always makes you feel safe.

“I mean come inside your room for aftercare. You know how much I hate leaving you without a proper cuddle.” He pouts and almost immediately his cute baby tone comes out with his beg. Almost subconsciously, Jaemin lays his right palm open facing up to invite yours in. Almost routinely, you lace your hands to complete his hold. Getting Jaemin to smile has never been easier as his hold grows tighter.

“You can’t stay over tonight though. My housemates are doing some Single Girls Only house event tomorrow and it starts immediately when we wake up.” You laugh as the ridiculous words fill the air.

“And you’re participating in that?” Jaemin mindlessly asks and you’re unable to differentiate his implications from the question. Is he asking because the idea is horrendously nothing you’d like to do or he’s implying that you’re not single?

“Why wouldn’t I?” Sounding rather harsher than intended, Jaemin finally realizes how poorly he had worded his previous question. Yet, a part of him feels disappointment whirling in his chest and a desire to feel wanted by you.

“Doesn’t seem like something you’d like: wallowing in your singleness.” He chuckles, remaining lighthearted and playful.

“I really don’t.” Jaemin brings your knuckles up to his lips for a lingering kiss, his eyes darting quickly on the road ahead now that you’ve entered the metropolitan areas and his speed drops significantly to avoid getting ticketed.

“I’ll come pick you up. Instead of being single tomorrow, you’ll be on a date.” When you turn to examine his facial expression, the serious tension in his jawline and focused eyes alarm you. Your stomach twists into knots and if he couldn't already tell, your palms grow sweaty at his offer.

“That’s such a slap in the face to them.” Pulling your hand away from his, you cross your arms and lean your head against the cold window. “I don’t think I can do that to them.”

“I have a race tomorrow.” He starts, his head tilting over at you with his round gorgeous begging eyes, “at least, come to that with me.”

“Okay, but only because I want to see Haechan.” As if it wasn’t moments ago, Jaemin was the one balls deep in you and now you’re spewing enthusiasm for another man. It’s all a joke, a way for you to conceal your undying attraction for Jaemin.

You still remember the first time you met the sunshine that is Haechan and the jealousy that seeped from Jaemin’s words when he noticed the exchange of flirtation. Haechan is someone you’d knowingly gravitate towards: a man with a loud personality that just knows how to conduct every personality in the room. And at that moment, Jaemin couldn’t tell if being more observant was a good or bad thing.

Jaemin never saw himself as outgoing as his other friends, staying more kept in his own circle, but he had the confidence to fake it. He’s bold, rather impulsive and slightly narcissistic, Jaemin knows how to use his strengths very well. 

However, when he saw the soft smirk on Haechan’s face and your shy mannerisms, a small tinge in his chest ignited a died out flame. He didn’t realize it before, but that was the very start of his long tumble of feelings for you.

“Do you say those things to purposefully get me jealous?” Jaemin rests his hand on your thigh, giving it a harsh squeeze. His eyes never leave the road and his tone reverts back to his dominant tone.

“Well, are you jealous?” It’s like you two dance in circles, answer questions with a question does not stop.

And as bratty as your tone is, you don’t expect the quick “yes” that answers back and the smoldering look he gives you briefly before focusing back on the drive.

“Then good.” You huff, ready to hop out of the car after the odd, yet sensual tension. Jaemin pulls up to your house and double parks the car to lean in for a nightly goodbye kiss.

“You’re not coming in?” You try to read his facial expressions, but he hides his emotions too perfectly.

His lips curl into a smile before saying, “I think it’s better I cool off tonight.” And you mindlessly give him a peck, but he holds your face to deepen it. Through the kiss, you can feel the neediness by the way Jaemin shoves his tongue into your mouth. The taste of lust against your palette is difficult to ignore, but your academically responsible mind screams at you about your forgotten quiz.

Your hand lightly taps at his chest and he pulls away, his eyes drinking up your swollen lips. “I have a quiz, Jaemin.”

“I know, sorry. It’s just so easy to get lost in you.” Jaemin kisses your cheek once more before you exit. You smile back at him as his words have grown a strong effect on you lately. Bidding him goodbye, he wishes you sweet dreams as he patiently makes sure you’re fully inside your house.

“Is the music too loud?” Jaemin checks over at your hunched figure in the passenger seat. You’re diligently flipping through your thick textbook, a yellow highlighter in one hand and the other comfortably holding Jaemin’s.

The worst part of college is the never ending midterms that are given at any time. Studying in his car isn’t a rare sight, if anything it is more expected than you not doing anything related to your academics. But Jaemin genuinely doesn’t mind, even being mindful about his own actions to ensure an optimal studying space for you.

He really is an ideal guy. Like his first promise, he keeps you well fed and never once asks you for any monetary pay back. Jaemin adjusts the car temperature before you even step into the vehicle, knowing that you prefer wearing less clothes rather than more. Though he isn’t academically responsible, he still makes the effort to try and understand enough information to pass his classes.

The sole flaw would be the lack of open communication. It’s genuinely difficult for you to read his emotions or intentions. Jaemin always has a dazed look in his eyes whenever he looks at you, and it’s an internal fight about whether or not you’re being delusional.

“Music is fine, honey.” The mindless use of a pet name slips from your lips, but your concentration on neoliberalism and globalization doesn’t allow for you to notice.

Nevertheless, Jaemin catches on immediately to the usage. While he showers you in ridiculous nicknames, you’re not one to do so. “Honey?”

“Yes?” You answer back carelessly, not entirely actively listening to him as you highlight an important concept in your book.

“No, you called me honey.”

Looking up from your page, you blink at him with wide eyes and mouth slightly agape. “I did?”

Jaemin chuckles and finally pulls into the overly crowded parking lot, a whole mass of fanboys cheering at the arrival of his flashy vehicle. Everyone just loves Jaemin.

This familiar scene plays like a reel --- several high beams cast light under the dark sky due to the lack of functioning street lamps, dizzy multicolored cars that blaze the tracks, and the all too distinct smell of musky cologne in the chilly air. Oh, and the wide eye admirable stares when you get out of the car.

“Hi, you’re stunning.” A bold new recruit blinks at you in complete awe and awkwardly clears his throat once he realizes his rash comment.

Jaemin raises an eyebrow at him, then at how you plan on handling the situation. You’re flattered, nonetheless, but know that Jaemin didn’t bring you here to flirt with other men. “Thank you. I hope you enjoy your membership in the Ridin’ Club.”

The gracefulness in your delicate voice has the youthful recruit swooning and subtly giddy as he runs off to join a group of others that have been eying you across the parking lot. Jaemin casually drapes his leather jacket over your exposed shoulders, knowing the temperature change is going to result in you most likely catching a cold and because you never bring a jacket despite his plea.

“The power you hold.” Jaemin winks at you before pulling you into a larger crowd to socialize with more impressionable recruits.

“Ah, so you’re (Y/N)!” The stranger is unrecognizable, but you giggle to acknowledge his confident statement. “We haven’t met before, but Jaemin was talking about you the other night at our motorcycle meet.”

Your eyes light up, as if you’ve unlocked a new fun fact of Na Jaemin. “You drive a motorcycle too?” You’re truly shocked at the talent of this man.

Jaemin snakes his arm around your lower waist to draw you closer to his side. “Yeah, but I can’t fuck you in a motorcycle, can I?”

Before the other men can comment on the obvious sexual tension that Jaemin created, he leans in to whisper into your ear. “Actually, I can, but we’ll save our decency from unwanted exposure.” His hot breath grazes against the shell of your ear and you just know where you two are going to end up tonight.

“Bro, you guys probably fuck in the backseat of his car.” One of them chimes recklessly, punching at each others’ chest playfully as if he made a decent joke.

“Why don’t you stay to find out?” Jaemin retorts and the grip on your hip becomes tighter. You’re too flustered to add much into this odd form of competitive banter, distracted by none other than the way Jaemin keeps glancing over at you with a delicious gleam in his eyes.

“So what? You don’t care about us now?” You’d know that bratty tone from anywhere as Lee Haechan pushes past everyone else to rush over to the both of you.

“Aw, are your feelings hurt?” Jaemin sticks his tongue out at his friend before cordially sharing a handshake with him.

“Just slightly.” Haechan looks over at you with a wide grin and playful eyes, “hello, my pretty girl.”

“Drop the possessives, Haechan.” Jaemin rolls his eyes with an irritable twitch on his lips.

He hates how obviously jealous he gets. It’s something too difficult for himself to control, he’s exhausted his efforts to bite his tongue whenever it comes to other people’s flirtations. The thought of someone else calling you theirs doesn’t sit well with him.

“I understand your jealousy, Jaem. If someone was flirting with (Y/N), I wouldn’t be able to stand it either.” Haechan fixes the falling jacket on your shoulders. “But she can handle herself, I know those pretty lips have a mind of their own.” His gaze drops momentarily, yet obvious enough for you to grow shy at how strong Haechan is coming off tonight.

“Stop trying to corrupt her, that’s my job.” Jaemin playfully pushes at Haechan’s chest and they both break out laughing.

“I haven’t said one thing and you’re both talking about me as if I’m not here.” Your small pout is literally the cutest thing to Jaemin. He physically has to stop himself from planting the sweetest kiss on it.

It’s blatantly clear that you’re hot stuff. You’re the perfect example of a head turner, your captivating aura has its ability to suffocate those around you. However, Jaemin has seen all sides of you, but overall finding you so entirely cute. And oddly enough, Jaemin has a knack for cute things.

“Is that (Y/N) I hear?” Huang Renjun engulfs you in a hug, showing clear affection and doesn’t mind doing so. “How did your project go?”

“It went well. You accomplish a lot when you don’t procrastinate.” Renjun gleams at your statement and if Jaemin is delusional enough, he’d probably mistaken the twinkle in his eyes for infatuation instead of admiration.

“You’re so responsible, why are you messing with Jaemin?” Renjun sighs and though his question is more of a joke, there is some truth behind his words.

Your friendship with his friends differ immensely compared to other girls who have come around. Like Jaemin had said before, his boys were going to like you and they do, a lot. Sometimes making it obvious that you’re too good for him.

Jeno comes up from the side, an unidentifiable bruise on his neck and a new cut on his brow. Lee Jeno being such a rough character, his appearance speaks well about how his day has been.

But when he lays his eyes on you, it’s as if all his pain is replaced with joy and security. “(Y/N)! I haven’t seen you in so long!” The enthusiastic boy rushes over to greet you with a warm smile.

“I’m pretty sure I was here a week ago.” You laugh, but welcome him in your arms for a tender friendly hug and pat his head out of habit.

“It’s been a week?! That’s so long.” Jeno narrows his eyes at Jaemin and flicks his forehead.

“Ow!” Jaemin exclaims while rubbing the pain away. “You act like she doesn’t go to the same school as us and therefore, can see her any time you want to.” The tone in Jaemin’s voice raises some eyebrows as they all exchange glances to each other before bursting into laughter.

“Like your jealous ass would allow for that?” Haechan remarks and Jaemin doesn’t outwardly react. However, Jaemin’s hand is squeezing you so tight that you’re more than certain he’s bothered by the comment.

“Oh, stop it. You all know I’m Team Jaemin. He does have the most wins this past month.” You only know that through Jaemin’s proud boasting, anything else in the racing world is unknown to you.

Jaemin situates you in between his legs as he slightly sits on the hood of his car. His arms wrap around your middle and chin rests on your shoulder. Public display of affection isn’t a problem for him, and you learned much earlier that Jaemin can’t keep his hands off of you.

Renjun scoffs at your whimsical fact, in absolute disbelief. “It hurts more hearing you say it. I’m getting my car upgraded, but once it’s done, I’m going to blaze his ass on the tracks.”

“Are you racing today?” Jeno asks the blue haired fellow that clings onto you like a koala.

“Yeah, against a newbie. Apparently he’s really good, so I’m not too sure I’ll win.” Jaemin mumbles into your hair.

“You say that every time, yet you win!” Renjun crosses his arms, weight shifting to his left leg as he pops his hip out. There is always a sense of competition between anyone with Renjun.

Jaemin perks up behind you and when you turn around in his arms, you’re face to face with a beaming smile. “That’s because I have you.” Eyes lock with yours, he isn’t saying that directed to Renjun. Na Jaemin has you wrapped around his pinky, the butterflies fluttering in your stomach are too hard to ignore.

“Alright, lovebirds. Get in your car and let’s start this shit.” Haechan groans and claps his hands to draw the crowd’s attention. Cupping them around his mouth, he roars into the starry night, “let’s roll!”

During the race, Jaemin’s number one priority is to keep you safe. While you’ve sat in his car for a number of times now, it’s different once the loud bang goes off and he’s hitting 100 mph. Tonight’s track is much more dangerous, with twists and turns that can have the vehicle flying weightlessly if he’s not careful.

“You trust me, right?” Jaemin has both hands on the wheel and the engine rumbling as you both anticipate the start of the race.

Spectators watch on the sidelines as if it’s the ultimate battle, but Jaemin doesn’t pay them much mind. He’s more concerned about you instead. “Of course. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be sitting here right now. You’ve proven yourself that you’re an excellent driver, so let’s win this.”

Jaemin smirks at your encouraging words, feeling a warmth spread across his chest. “I’ll tap out any time you want me to, okay?”

You nod and the initial whip of the car is so intense that you didn’t even register the sound off. It’s not your first race, but it’s been awhile since the last one. When you adjust to the pressure, the lanes in front of you cause a slight queasiness in your stomach.

It’s a two lane windy road that wraps around the mountain side and Jaemin happens to be in the outer lane. All it takes is a second of lost control and you two will hit the metal railings that guard the cliff below. Despite your inner panic, Jaemin guides you through the pooling anxiety that leaves you restless.

“(Y/N), look up and out the window. We’re coming up on the cliff side view, I’ve always wanted to bring you here.” Your eyes land on the dazzling glitter that dances on the ripples of the lake. It’s so vast, the moon high up in the sky is reflected on the water below. It’s a romantic scene of melancholy and bliss. Suddenly, you feel at peace in the middle of this high speed race.

“It’s beautiful, Jaem.” You whisper calmly and he’d reach for your hand to hold, but races take too much wheel control. And he’d turn to look at you, but races take too much concentration on the road ahead.

But throughout every obstacle, he hears the gentleness and the solidarity in your cadence in the midst of all the high stress. He, too, feels peace. He feels calm knowing that you’re simply by his side, even in the face of danger. So, he can finally admit to himself… he genuinely developed feelings for you.

Before you know it, you’re thrusted side to side from the sharp turns and the adrenaline kicks in when the other racer catches up right next to Jaemin. “Fuck,” Jaemin curses underneath his breath and steps harshly on the acceleration. “Baby, I’m going to go a bit faster so hold onto something.” He warns and your hand finds the grab handle. It’s neck and neck at this point.

Usually, you squeeze your eyes shut to avoid becoming too overwhelmed by the sights in front of you. Tonight is different, not entirely knowing why, you’re observing every element that circles around the perimeter.

The finish line is up ahead, but there is no sign that the other racer is slowing down. Then, you see it: the fatal mistake that can cost you both of your lives if you didn’t catch it. “Jaemin, watch out!” You yelp when the other car inches dangerously close, your warning allows Jaemin to make a controlled swerve away from a possible hit.

Jaemin shakes his head and tsks at the recklessness. “Now I know why he’s good. It’s foul play.” He blows his bang out of his eyes and casually says, “thank you for warning me. This is why I need you by my side.”

He makes it to the finish line barely before the other, winning the race by half a second. Jaemin brakes smoothly, tire marks scrapping the concrete below, and you both exit the car to celebrate with everyone else.

But before the mass of eager shouting men make their way over to you two, Jaemin hurries to your side to pull you into a steamy, rewarding kiss. The scene is just like the movies; his hand on your lower back and yours on his chest lightly. His lips taste like triumph, like he had won more than just a simple race against a random stranger. He’s won the best person he could ever have.

You two fled the scene after cussing out the other racer. It was a rare sight to see: Jaemin being all bothered and angry, practically fuming after scrambling back into the driver’s seat. However, your mind had mischievous plans of its own and all it took was one look from his hooded eyes for you to announce that you wanted him --- badly.

Back in your usual abandoned parking lot, Jaemin pauses before following you to the back seats. With the engine off and the dead of the night being absolute silent, the tension remains thick around you two. “(Y/N),” Jaemin is about to confess something he never thought he’d admit. He turns to you sitting in the middle seat with just your panties on and a curious look on your face.

His heart burns and despite being so incredibly aroused, he controls his urges enough to be able to say, “I’m into you.”

“I know you’re into me, that’s how we ended up like this in the first place.” You giggle cluelessly to his words, still not understanding the odd shift in mood and intentions. It’s always his unclear, messy intentions.

Though he can’t entirely figure out his puzzle pieces, he has plenty to connect the dots. “I like you. I want to be in a relationship with you and call you my girlfriend.”

You’re stunned. Did Jaemin just confess to you as you sit in your panties ready to fuck? This softness is different from the sides you’ve seen of him. It’s similar to a lost bunny, wandering grasslands to find a purpose. He looks so fragile, one intense stare and he’d crumble. This softness is vulnerability.

“So do it.” The boldness catches him off guard, but switches on the dominance in him. “If you want me, come show it.”

He climbs over the middle console to push you into the leather seats. “Not acting shy anymore, are you?” Practically ripping your shirt off of you, he cups your breast lightly and flicks at your nipples. Your immediate reaction results in a rush of wetness down your core.

“Before I forget,” sitting up, you share a passionate kiss that you’ve held back long enough. You give it every ounce of feeling you have for him. “If it isn’t obvious enough, I like you too.”

“It’s obvious, baby.” Kissing your nose, he wraps a hand around your throat to lightly push you back down. “But hearing you say it out loud makes me happy.” Jaemin smirks, hand still choking you gently and pampering your jawline with soft kisses.

His free hand reaches down into your dripping panties, circling your clit with your wetness. The sensation causes you to whimper for more. “Daddy, give it to me.” You wiggle in his palm, knowing that the nickname is more than effective.

“My sweet (Y/N) wants to get fucked?” Jaemin rolls your underwear off and rids himself of his own bottoms.

“Yes, please.” Through the darkness, his hard dick stands proudly. Jaemin lines himself up as he thrusts into you without another second of hesitation. He waits for you to adjust to his size, his tip barely grazing your sweet spot. “Fuck…”

“You take me so well, my pretty baby.” Jaemin starts moving his hips, slowly at first to build a rhythm. Taking your legs, he presses them into your chest to fuck you at a deeper angle. And you feel him practically in your guts, his cock pumping against your walls deliciously and bumping into your g-spot. “Do you want more of me?”

Your train of thought is in utter shambles and whatever Jaemin is saying to you barely processes. You’re overwhelmed by a pleasure that fills every system, every part of your body. To answer him, you let out an incoherent noise of approval.

Jaemin pulls your hips down while thrusting forward into you, maximizing every inch of his strokes. This single action causes you to scream and grip onto the headrest. “Who knew my sweet girl could be so fucking dirty?” Jaemin chuckles darkly, his cadence dropping several decibels. “When I first met you, I wanted to ruin you.”

All of his filthy words edge you closer to your release as he continues to repeat his previous motion. He holds your hips in place to grind into you, the feeling of his tip rubbing your walls has your eyes rolling back. “Do you want to cum, (Y/N)?”

“Yes!” You yell, the tight ball in your lower abdomen is bound to break any minute. “I want to cum so badly, please.” You beg and moan, the arch in your back lifts you from the seat of the car. Jaemin snaps his hips into you, drilling you quickly to reach your high. And you break. An euphoric cry fills the air as your walls clench around his length. You hear the extra wetness create a slick noise, but Jaemin isn’t done with you yet.

“You wanted to cum so fucking badly. I’ll reward you with one more for being such a good girl for me.” His thumb flicks at your clit and you convulse into spasms from the sensitivity. Your violently shaking legs can’t hold themselves up anymore and Jaemin rests them on his shoulders. He lines kisses along your ankle as the pleasure overtakes you.

“I don’t think I can do it.” You whine, your fingers twisting and toes curling.

“You are going to try, okay baby?” He coos, but it’s most definitely a demand. He sits back on his knees to pick up more speed, fucking endlessly into your swollen pussy and thumb rubbing fast strips against your bud.

“I’m going to snap, Jaem.” You cry, tears rimming your eyes and before you know it, a second wave hits you. Your second orgasm is ruinous and has you squirming around to regain some sense of control.

“Oh fuck, you’re so beautiful.” Jaemin slows down as your walls grip around him again, tighter this time. “I’m going to fill you up with cum,--- watch it drip out of you.” He grunts while releasing into you, his dick twitching and spraying your insides with white.

He pulls out as hot, white cum spills from your pussy. You take this moment to catch your breath and relax your legs. However, Jaemin coats his two fingers and shoves the cum back into you. “Jaemin!” You exclaim at the sudden intrusion.

He curls them into your plushy walls and finger fucks you into another oblivion. “Wait, again?” Your hands wrap around his wrist, but Jaemin moves too fast for you to catch it.

You’re a moaning mess again, louder than before. Jaemin leans down and flicks his tongue against your overstimulated bundle of nerves. Your back arches automatically and a low animalistic scream rises from your throat.

He observes your body lines underneath the moonlight and the last remaining light the broken street lamps have to offer. Your face contours and you’re so far out into ecstasy that you don’t notice how intensely Jaemin watches you lose yourself.

“It feels too good!” With one last thrilling orgasm, you almost pass out and you see small stars of dizziness. He soaks up every last bit of your cathartic reaction and festers a small sense of pride that he can make you feel all this pleasure.

“Such a good girl. You’re beyond impressive, baby.” Jaemin pulls his fingers out to lick them clean and finds some wipes to help you out of your sticky situation.  

“Now that you’re my girlfriend, can we cuddle at any time now? Not just as after care.” He peers up at you and the one word enacts a burning warmth to spread across your chest. That is the best nickname he can call you by.

“I think the Singles Girls Only house event is still going on, but after that, yes a million times.” You laugh and wrap your arms around him into a big loving hug.

Jaemin feels right at home. All the long years of living carelessly and wild, he’s finally found someone worth the extra mile. While Jaemin was a thriving adventure to be explored, you were his comfort to run back to.

It is through the intimacy of your backseat chronicles that Jaemin was able to fall deeper for you. You’re his lucky charm, for some reason, he always feels better around you. 

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Speed Demon

Hey guys! So, our new anon, Peach anon, sent me an absolutely god-tier idea, and I got a little out of control thinking about it. Thank them for this messy little thing. Hope y'all enjoy!

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Requested: No but based on an ask

The ask: hi i found ur blog recently and i LOVE your work and wanted to shower u with love and affection <3 <3 <3 and maybe also... a headcanon?? anyways roadtrip with boys are so fun to imagine like i have this hc that draco is such a nervous wreck in cars and it translates into passenger driver ("careful, careful!! that semi is switching lanes!" "draco i am sIX CARS BEhiND IT") nfdjhgjs anyways imagine getting so fed up you just reach over (1/2 peach anon claiming peach right now its MINE :D )

(2/2) and start palming at his cock switching btwn just resting ur hand on him and making him try to fuck up into you fist he'd be grabbing the little handle above the door and finally shut up literally the second after you let him come though it's like four seconds of happy peaceful silence and then its "love, steady, you're speeding a bit" anyways ty for doing all that you do ilysm :)

Warnings: Smut, hand jobs, don't jerk someone off while you drive, mild cum eating, sub!draco, dom!reader, swearing(?)

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The muted drone of the weatherman on the radio filled the near silence of the car. Draco didn't ever talk much when you drove. For a man that enjoyed taking road trips as much as he claimed to, he certainly didn't like being in the car. You didn't mind much, though. You were just happy to spend the time alone with him. Even if the only time he broke the silence was to yell about your driving, which, to be fair, was often enough.

"Slow down! Why are you so insistent upon getting us killed?" Draco snapped, digging his fingernails into the seat.

"Draco, my love, my sweet, I'm already going under the speed limit. Try to relax a little," you said. The huff from your passenger seat reminded you why everyone had insisted that you and Draco take your own car. No one else could put up with him. Especially not with the kind of amusement you could.

"I'll relax when you stop trying to kill us," he said. But, then again, even you had your limits.

"Do you want some help, love?" you asked.

"Help? What do you mean help?" Without looking at him, you lifted your hand from the wheel, resting it lightly on his thigh. You gave it a firm squeeze. Though he didn't say anything, you found yourself enjoying watching him squirm in your peripheral vision.

"You know, help," you said cheerfully.

"You're driving," he hissed.

"You don't seem to mind much," you teased, laying your hand over his slowly hardening cock.

"Watch the road!" he snapped as a truck switched lanes several cars ahead of you. Despite his command, he bucked his hips up, grinding into your palm with no shame. You smiled. Draco could be so stubborn when he wanted to be. No matter how badly he wanted this, he'd probably just keep complaining about your driving until he couldn't anymore.

"I am," you said.

"What if you-ah-get distracted?" he asked.

"I'm just letting you use my hand. Keep it down and you won't bother me," you laughed.

"But what if--oh," he cut himself off with a groan as you popped the button of his pants and snaked your hand underneath.

"Shhh, just enjoy yourself, baby boy," you soothed, grinding the heel of your hand gently against the head of his cock. The whiny moan that reverberated throughout the car made you strain to keep your eyes on the road. You would have loved to see the face he was making just then, but you told him you wouldn't get distracted. Instead, you settled for rubbing him teasingly just to make him squirm.

"(Y/N)," he groaned.

"Hmm?" you hummed.

"Please."

"Please, what? Tell me what you want," you said, glancing over your shoulder as you switched lanes.

"I want more," he muttered.

"I thought you wanted me to concentrate on the road," you teased. With a groan of frustration, he rolled his hips into your barely moving hand.

"(Y/N), take pity on me. I'm already in this screaming death trap," he whined. You laughed, giving him a rough squeeze through his underwear. A choked groan told you all you needed to know. All he wanted was attention. That was likely why he'd been complaining so much in the first place.

"Alright, alright. Take your cock out for me then, baby," you said.

After a second of shuffling, you felt him push himself into your waiting hand. It never took much to work him up, and you were grateful for it. You loved seeing him hot and leaking for you pretty much as soon as you started playing with him. Swiping your thumb over the slit, you smiled as the wetness there smeared with your touch. He bucked impatiently at the soft attention. It wasn't what he wanted. Pulling your hand away for a second, you spat into it before beginning to jack him at a torturous pace. It wasn't a substitute for lube, but Draco didn't seem to mind any.

A quick glance at your passenger told you that he was just enjoying the sensation. He could have been anywhere for all he seemed to care. It was almost like he'd forgotten about the car entirely. One pale hand gripped the seat under him while the other grabbed the handle over his head to steady him as he thrust into your hand. Like a man unhinged, he drove up into the tight circle of your fist practically unassisted. You doubt he really minded the lack of real lube.

"That's a good boy," you praised, switching back into the other lane. "I bet you feel so much better now that you have something to keep you busy."

"Yes! So much better!" he moaned.

"I know being my good boy always helps you relax," you said. The car in front of you swerved and cut off the guy in the other lane, who blared his horn. You slowed slightly, glaring at them.

"Always! Love being your good boy." Draco's voice was so earnest and sweet, all pitched up like that.

"And you are such a good boy, Draco," you said.

Little punched-out noises rippled through the car, overpowering the drone of the radio station you'd been listening to earlier. Honestly, you preferred them. Any sweet, pathetic little sound Draco made was infinitely more interesting than any news guy on the radio. Hips pounding into your hand, Draco tipped his head back against the headrest with the most desperate wine you'd heard in a while. You shivered, cutting your eyes away from the road to steal a glance at him in all his strung-out, desperate beauty.

And you weren't disappointed. His usually pale skin was flushed a bright pink, eyes lidded and more focused on you than anything else, and his bottom lip caught between his teeth in an unsuccessful attempt to quiet himself. A real thing of beauty. Your sweet, pretty boy Draco. Twisting your hand over the head of his cock, you relished in that fact for a moment.

"If you keep looking at me like that, I'd be half tempted to pull over and fuck you properly in the back seat," you said.

"Please," Draco begged breathily, slamming his hips up erratically.

"Don't tempt me, baby boy. We're on a schedule," you said. Though, it really was a charming idea.

"(Y/N), please. I don't care about being late. Want you to fuck me," he whined.

"You say that now," you laughed.

"Please, I'll be so good," he whined.

"If you can cum from my hand now, Draco, I'll keep you so well fucked on a this trip you won't remember anything but me," you said, an alluring promise coloring your voice.

"Yes, yes! Want that! Wanna cum for you so much," he babbled. Arching his back against the seat, he drove his cock into your hand with renewed desperation.

"Are you close? You wanna a good boy and cum for me?" you purred. The car in front of you stopped short, but Draco didn't even seem to notice that you'd jerked to a stop. He just gripped the handle above him and whined for you.

"Wanna be a good boy. Please, I wanna cum," he cried. Looking over, you noticed the tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. You smiled gently at him.

"Oh, Dray, you've been so good," you said. His mouth dropped open into a soft cry as his hips completely lost rhythm. "Go ahead, baby boy. Cum for me."

Draco's hips stuttered, once, twice, and by the third time, he was cumming all over your hand. His eyes screwed shut, and a pitchy cry of your name left his lips as he shook in your grasp. And you just worked him through it. Pumping him gently while he whimpered through the aftershocks. You didn't stop until his thighs shook so hard you could feel the car move. Then, finally, you pulled your hand away and lifted it to his mouth.

"Clean up your mess, baby boy," you said.

"Yes, (Y/N)," he said tiredly, sticking his tongue out. Pressing your fingers against it, you let him lick your hand clean of his own cum until you were satisfied. You two had started moving again by the time he finally came around enough to really talk to you.

"How do you feel, Dray?" you asked. He gave you a sleepy smile.

"Like you need to slow down. You're speeding," he said.

"I'm not speeding," you said. You were, in fact, speeding a little.

"Don't think that just because I just had the best orgasm of my life that I don't remember you drive like a demon," he said. Shaking your head, you laughed in disbelief.

"Only you could complain after having the best orgasm of your life," you sighed.

"I thought you loved that about me," he said. "You're still speeding."

"Maybe I should have pulled over," you said, rolling your eyes. Well, it had been nice while it lasted. And Draco was right. Kinda. You did love him, even if you wouldn't exactly say you loved his complaining.

[constantlyunlightening]

1000000 Times

Kinktober Day 6: Overstimulaion w/ Mirio Togata

Other kinks/Trigger warnings: praise kink, minor breeding kink

I say overstimulation but it was less of a focus than I would have liked. That being said, Mirio is a good boy and this fic is fluffy as hellllllllll. I actually ended up having a lot of fun with it, once I got in my groove.

Go and get your back blown out, bby

Disclaimers: Read/interact only if you’re 18+. Characters are all 20+

For clarification, you had been joking.

Dating Mirio meant an endless stream of joking and teasing and laughing. The man had always been an outstanding source of positivity for you and you wanted to be one back to him. He found strength in humor and you wanted to be another form of strength for him. It was perfect that way. You loved the dumb jokes and the silly chats you two had. You loved the way his smile lit up his entire face when you cracked a dumb pun. He loved your little giggles that turned into big belly laughs when he started cracking them back.

You two had a relationship that was, in part, built on humor.

So, when you had teasingly sent him a naughty message today, it was a joke.

“Maybe you should live up to your name and make me cum a million times 👀”

You thought his reply was a joke.

“Hah! Sounds like a challenge and I’m up for it!”

You had also thought he had been joking when he had brought home a wheelchair that very day and told you it was because you were going to have a real hard time walking tomorrow. An elaborate joke, but a joke nonetheless.

Now you weren’t so sure how much of a joke it actually was.

“That’s three!” In the wake of your third orgasm, your eyes managed to flutter down to the tuft of blonde that was between your legs and you soon met Mirio’s twinkling gaze as he smiled at you, lips left wet with your essence. “You’re handling those really well, princess! You sound so sweet when you moan out for me that I can’t really help myself.” His voice was as cheery and light as ever. It was almost hard to believe that such a sweet tone was coming from the same man who had been going down on you like a man starved and yet….

“Miri-” you almost whined out. Three orgasms on his tongue alone was leaving you a bit weak. Didn’t help the way he melted you with his words after each of them - telling you how cute you were shaking underneath him. “Y-you don’t actually have to count them.”

“That’s a good one! Impressive that your cracking jokes after you went all tremble-y on me like that. Just another thing for me to adore about you, huh?” He readjusted his grip on you. He was lying prone between your legs, both his arms having snaked underneath your thighs to prop them up and leave you open for him. However, one of his hands went from completely coiling around your thighs, to now moving to press down on your stomach, pinning your lower abdomen to the bed. Your last orgasm had left you back rounded off the bed and this was probably a measure to counter that. Easier to get you off when you were anchored in place. “If I don’t keep track, how am I going to know how many more I have to go, silly. I mean, you can try counting if you want but-” he trailed off and you could see that mischievous gleam in his eyes as he licked the taste of you off his lips, “-I’m not sure you’ll be able to keep up no matter how smart you are.”

His head dove back down, seeing the way your body finally started to melt a bit - muscles unwinding just so he could wind them right back up again. His tongue was circling at your velvety entrance and a warm breath fanned over you with his low chuckle. “You’re still quivering, princess. I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to get enough of you when your body is this irresistible.” His tongue dove into you and the one arm that was still wrapped around your leg tugged. Your body dragged against the bed until his face was pressed right up against your cunt, the muscle inside you now digging in as deep as it could reach, lazily  contracting and expanding to toy out your reactions. The low groan of his voice sent a vibration through your core that caused enough of a rush of pleasure that you hardly noticed how bruising of a grip he had on your leg, keeping you flushed against him as much as he could.

He had taken his time with the first three climaxes and this seemed to be the case with this one too. This man had the potential to be an absolute brute- but he was treating you as if you were a fragile gemstone. Caution was to be heeded but you were in need of plenty of admiring. His tongue fucked you slowly and sweetly, the tip of his nose brushing against your clit every once in a while just to leave you mewling with each graze. Your own energy seemed to be coming back to your body too, because a particularly good thrust of his tongue had you freed leg involuntary jerking and knocking the side of his head with more force than you’d like to admit. You were caught in your own euphoria but you did have enough sense to realize that might have hurt and you gasped out. “S-sorry!” Your squeal tampered into a whine as his tongue retreated from you, leaving you feeling more empty than you wanted. But you had just kicked him. It was understandable he pulled away but your body was already desperate for your fourth.

Luckily he didn’t seem hurt. In fact, he appeared rather amused as he let go of your stomach and let his thumb move down to gently circle your clit, refusing to let your pleasure die down. “You got real squirrely on me there, huh?” He asked, flashing you the same charmed smile that caught your heart in the first place. This man smiled at you as if he had the world just to give to you. “Did it feel that good?” Softer now, his voice carried as a loving whisper in the space around you. So tender. Your pussy was clenching but your heart fluttered. “Let me make it feel even better.”

His finger moved to push inside you. Like everything else about this boy, his fingers were big too. The single digit stretched you out enough to make you keen and he moved to let his mouth lathe attention back to your folds. “Kick me as much as you want, princess. I’ll take whatever you got. Just let me make my princess feel soooo good.” The rumble in his voice vibrated against your heat as his finger worked and trusted inside you. Each stroke had you clamping down on him tighter, clinging to the intrusion as your hands moved to thread through his hair. Pleasure was rippling through your nerves and he fed off your reactions - your moans, your quivers, the drip of your heat around his finger. He picked up the pace each time you got needier, letting your bliss build and build and build. The pressure was so close. And when it got just right - just about ready for him to push you off the edge - he let his tongue focus solely on that pretty button of yours, playing it like a master musician. Your crying of his name was his masterpiece.

You came again and as that molten heat flooded your system, you barely registered the cheeky “four!” that was called out from inside your thighs. You did regain your senses enough to hear his sweet coos as he dropped your legs and moved to a kneel. “That’s it. You’re doing so, so well for me. I’m really proud of you, ya know? You’ve been handling it all and coming undone for me every time. You’re so gorgeous. How am I ever supposed to take my eyes off of you?”

He was leaning over you, kissing your lips till they were swollen, big hands soothing over your shaking body. “You’re not starting to hurt yet, are you? I’m trying to go slowly for you, but a million? That’s going to get you real sensitive. I’ll try and drag you into the pleasant parts of it a little faster now, alright? Just keep on taking me in, okay, pretty girl?” His hand found its way to your hair, smoothing over the top of it only so he could cup your face, pressing his forehead against yours. “Just like you always do. Yeah, you got this.”

His tip was pressed to your entrance and he suddenly had his hands off your face and grabbing your legs was more, bending them up over his shoulders. Mirio talked sweet and then had the tendency to bend you like a pretzel. But the way he had your body worked up had created enough heat within you to give you the flexibility he needed to get you into position. It also had you positively dripping and Mirio used that to lube up his cock as it glided from your entrance to between your folds and back, getting a layer of your sticky coating. “Ready for more? Getting such a good taste of my pretty girl got me all excited. Feel it?” His head was brushing alongside your entrance and it tipped in slowly, your hole protesting with a squeeze against the girth of it. “I’m practically bursting and it’s all because of you and how amazing you are. I can hardly hold back.”

Mirio’s hands found your own and pinned them above your head, intertwining fingers and squeezing as he pressed each individual inch of cock into your needy cunt. The stretch burned. Even with four orgasms and the stretch of his own finger, it still didn’t completely accommodate for his size. It was painful, but that’s why he went slow, letting you adjust as he got deeper and deeper and… his tip kissed your cervix and you mewled out, hands tightening their grip around his. He let you settle over him, adjust and when he felt you relax is when he started to pull his hips back.

“Don’t hold back then.” Your voice was tiny- sweet and peacefully blissed out but he had heard. His hips stopped midway on the outwards and the groan he emitted was so deep that you almost mistook it for a growl..

“I can’t even begin to tell you how much I love you.” He slammed his hips back in. He didn’t mean to hurt you by any means but you got him so riled up some days he didn’t know how to handle himself. And with you having given him the go ahead, Mirio was finding his own pace, slamming heavy hips against your tight body. You could feel your vision blur with the force as the bed creaked underneath each motion. Mirio had a dick that could rearrange your guts if you weren’t careful. A mixture of pain and ecstasy dance over you, fighting for the spotlight with each snap of Mirio’s hips. But as he got faster, deeper, it was the euphoria that overcame and whimpering cries shifted to needy moans that only fueled your lovers movements.

The slam of the headboard bucking the wall now joined the chorus in the still-growing noise that had been created in the room. Tears pricked at your eyes but that didn’t dissuade you from calling out for more. “Miriii, pleaseeeee! Need ta’ cum-”

“How could I-” a grunt as he swung his hips down deeper still “- ever turn you down? Want me to cum with you? Cum inside you, princess?” You babbled out something that sounded like a yes and he groaned loudly. “Yessss. That’s a good girl. Gonna give you a kid, you want that? Your body sure does.” Another clench and Mirio managed out a strained laugh as he pressed your legs deeper to your chest. “Yeahhhhh, it does. Try not to spill a drop. But even if you do-” a slam of his hips “-ill just cum in you all over, okay? All for my-” slam! “-good-” slam! “-little-” he banged into you harder, harder, harder  “-princess.”

You screamed, feeling like his dick was splitting you in half as your orgasm sprang up on you. The first four had been honey like - sweet and slow. This one was more like a bolt of lightning as it rocked through you all at once, leaving your body in spasms. Those spasms were enough to coax Mirio too. Through your mental haze, you could feel warmth gush through your core, spilling deep inside your body - spilling out of it Mirio leaned further against you. He stopped himself from fully collapsing on you, not wanting to crush you. Even in his orgasmic bliss, his priority was keeping you safe at all costs - especially now with how utterly vulnerable and wrecked you looked underneath him. Were your eyes going crossed? They certainly were teary.

Cute.

He let you course through the sensations, keeping his cock situated in your depths. Hero stamina was fantastic. Having his cum lodged deep within you, spreading through your body gave him a mental image that riled him back up again even as your eyelids got heavy. Refractory period, who?

He chuckled gently, watching you start to doze off underneath him. He released your hand, only so he could tap your cheek and then jolt you awake with another buck of his hips. “Sorry, but no falling asleep yet! We’re only on number five!”

[yinses]

fractured kingdoms

| he made you a princess … it was only right for him to play the white knight |

one

gojo satoru rating: 18+

a/n: this will be a slow pet project for me. i’ve outlined what i want to accomplish so we’ll see if i can manage to meet my own goals. thank you for all the interest! 

the ability to be lured out with food was dangerous- for her. 

likely for humans too, for those who may have fallen for her charms. but aside from milking them dry she didn’t seem to have any ill intents. rather didn’t know what to do with them or why she should bother. 

gojo didn’t know if she stayed around this area for a reason or if he just got lucky. he’d played around with possible back stories for her origin. 

he would have assumed the factory had been the place of her death given that’s where he’d initially found her. but the fact that she was able as stray as far as she did after their meeting meant that she could have come from a lot further.

whether or not she was the accumulation of her own thoughts was a contender too. she didn’t need to be the same girl who died per say. with as many souls lost in this area alone, she could have been the combination of plenty- yet her personality was strong enough to bubble to the top. 

she was an anomaly. but that was also why she was still alive and not exorcised without a second thought. 

swinging the bag of treats, the crinkle of plastic replaced what would have been small tut for her attention. he wondered if that would have brought him more ire or favor. 

fortunately the smell wafting from the still warm desserts did the work for him. that faint scent drifted past his nose again, something still annoying indescribable, came from above again. 

“these are for you, princess,” he responded to her unasked question. 

“wow, you actually came back.”

shaking the bag again, gojo made a noise of appreciation when she responded eagerly, watching quietly as she dropped down and snatched up the bag without so much of a thank you. maybe only some princesses actually showed gratitude to their subjects. 

the building had been cleared of bodies but not properly cleaned. there were still distinctive dark pools still staining the floor that would undoubtedly linger. she seemed to have no problem plopping down near one as she opened the first container. 

“oh! i love strawberries.”

there is was again. a small inking of what should be a preference, bred from past memories. he doubted he would get a straight answer if he probed. whether from her own attitude or lack of understanding- it was too early to tell. 

instead he took a different route. 

“this is a pretty dirty castle.”

there was a splotch of pink jam at the corner of her mouth. his hand twitched but nothing followed up. 

“it’s not like i live here,” she scoffed. 

his brow rose,” oh, but this is where i found you again.”

it was a false representation but the way her cheeks warmed at the attention carried her image as a human girl. he couldn’t feel the heat but there was a hint of shyness pinching at her cheeks.

unable to resist, he delved deeper.

“so then you were waiting for me all this time.”

that was no surprise. he didn’t expect for her to follow him home like a lost kitten after he bought her nice things. actually he’d hoped she’d come back here until he could return. 

it took him three days, but it was more than enough time for the lower grades to purify the area. the reports read that all lingering spirits had been taken care of with little issue. 

it was safe to assume that the curse before him was far from a small issue. so either she was capable enough to conceal her presence through a purge or she had drifted off somewhere else and returned. both were very intriguing concepts.  

“i thought you had come back earlier but they were just annoying pests.”

ah the plot thickens. so she had been here. 

sliding his freed hands into his pockets, gojo tilted his head to the side. “you mean my comrades. yes, they needed to clean up the mess your friends made.” before she could retort with they weren’t my friends, he added. “how did you feel when they showed up?”

she made a face,” i don’t know. fine, i guess.” she tore at the dough and fed herself smaller pieces. “annoyed maybe? it made my head hurt a little and there was this heaviness in my chest.”

she almost sounded concerned, so blissfully unaware that she had been resisting a reverse technique so effortlessly. the clean up had taken at least a day and a half. gojo doubted she could have escaped the barrier placed without alerting someone so she must have just endured. 

funnily enough, he imagined that she would have been crankier. 

when presented with an untouched raspberry filled daifuku, he almost smiled. actually he did one better, dramatically clinching a hand to his chest as he lowered to one knee. 

the greatest shaman alive bowing to a curse. 

“i wasn’t expecting you to share. how sweet.”

she scowls and looks like she might take it back but he doesn’t give her the opportunity. he was going to stop by again on the way home but this would help sate the craving. gojo offered a thank you in return. 

“they were suppose to kill me, right? did you send them?”

what an observant creature. and the way she made her voice so small as if disturbed by the idea of being removed to safe humanity. she wasn’t immune to what she could have done, what those in her likeness had conducted in her stead. 

gojo swiped the pad of his thumb against his tongue, savoring the lingering tangy sweetness. “yes. though not specifically you.” 

he did put out the official request to ijichi, even if he hadn’t filled out the actual order. they would have certainly tried to end her and likely called him back after she showed any signs of intelligence.

“but you did good, kitten.” why was he praising her for evading his colleagues? maybe he was a little proud of her for surviving his test. “that means you're about as strong as i predicted. maybe even stronger.”

curious eyes shot him a glare at the admittance, but she still partook of his peace offering- now that it had informally coined as such. 

“why does it matter if im strong enough? i don’t want to fight anyone.”

but she would. eventually have to fight, if solely for the reason to survive. 

maybe it was considered treason, or something along those lines. but gojo was willing to cross into that territory and give her a fighting chance against the odds. 

her hair was soft, he noted. more surprisingly she allows him to caress the top of her head with his palm. gojo had expected it to be as grimy as her environment. 

there was no reason to extend this curses life any longer; even if she did put up a reasonable struggle he could succeed. yet here she sat, not necessarily open but trusting. 

gojo’s face was a mask as her smaller hands toyed with one of the empty wrappers. she cast a questioning glance towards him,” will you help me?”

and who was he, her self proclaimed white knight, to deny such a request. 

“of course, princess.” 

it would be my honor.

“call me satoru.”

[terrifictomholland]

catch me, catch you - T.H x reader

So today is a special day - it’s @howdyho-harrystyles birthday! So I spent all night (and today) writing this for her lmao, happy birthday I hope you’ll like this! ❤

word count: 3.4K of sheer smut

warning: SMUT! derogatory language, oral sex (male and female) spanking, choking, dirty talk. Lotsa fun stuff really!

PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE UNDER 18!

You saw him slouched over the bar, twirling his glass of whiskey in his hands. A grin pulled at the corner of your mouth. 

An easy target. 

“Fancy seeing you here,” You sidled up beside him, taking a seat on the barstool and crossing your leg over the other. His eyes gave you a once over.

“Why’re you here?” He asked, instantly on alert as to what trick you had up your sleeve. 

You tsked, “Oh relax, no gimmicks, no tricks. Just wanted to see the man himself up close,” You giggled as the bartender came up to you asking what you wanted.

“I’ll have a dirty passion, please,” You smirked as you looked over at the formidable Tom Holland as you said those words. 

The one and only man who had been hunting you for the past year and a half but never managed to catch you for your “alleged” counterfeiting. 

You loved the chase, you loved outsmarting him and watch as he tried to put it together every time you put him on your tail, only for you to disappear into thin air.

He coughed, trying to conceal it and  you threw your head back laughing.

“Do you even know the hardship and grief you’ve caused me by the shit you pulled earlier?” His tone rose in frustration, but there was something else there. Admiration perhaps?

“Mmh, I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about- oh thank you,” You smiled your most charming smile to the bartender as the drink was placed in front of you.

“My arse you don’t,” Tom scoffed. You peeked around him, not-so-subtly, giving him an appraising hum.

“Delectable arse,” He countered with an unamused look and you giggled.

“Loosen up, you’re drinking so clearly you’re off duty now,” 

“I came here to enjoy a drink in peace and get my mind off of you - alas, here we are,” He motioned between the two of you. Your eyebrow shot up,

“I’ve been on your mind?” You could almost see him blanching at the admission and you smiled, placing a hand on his leg. As the rest of you moved closer to him, chest pressing up against his arm.

“You’ve been on my mind too,” You whispered in his ear. Placing a kiss on his earlobe, feeling the shiver run through him.

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After that, it didn’t take long for you to wind up at his flat. Your eyes roaming around inside, remembering the details and cataloging them.

A smirk gracing your face once again seeing some very familiar postcards featured on his fridge.

“I see you’re a fan,” You licked your lips motioning to said fridge, his eyes moved over to them and he shook his head.

“You’ve been the cause of many restless nights,” He admitted as his eyes roamed your body. A surge of confidence rolled through you as you sauntered over to him. “Well, now that you have me for the night, why don’t you use me?” 

His nostrils flared as he inhaled a sharp breath. “You sure you know what you’re asking for?” 

“I wouldn’t have asked if I couldn’t handle you,” Your fingers gripped the lapels of his shirt and he searched your face. His eyes darting down to your lips and you subconsciously licked your own. Your heart raced when he got close enough to invade all of your senses. His hands resting on your waist and your skin burned where he touched you. Your eyes shut on their own accord when his breath fell on your face and seconds later you felt his lips on yours. 

Eager and plush lips slanting over your own, his lips catching your bottom one and sucked on it, giving it a nibble. At once you opened up letting him have all the access he wanted. A small sigh escaped when you felt him lift you up, your legs wrapped around his waist immediately. His large hands holding the back of your thighs as he moved you to his bedroom. 

His lips were divine, kissing you with just enough eagerness and passion. He was a magnificent kisser that you easily could get lost in. In fact, you did because the next thing you knew he had you on your back on his bed. 

Pulling away ever so slightly, both out of breath and lust swirling in your eyes. You bit your swollen lip feeling his body pressing against yours and you decided then and there that you were both wearing too much clothes. 

“Take it off,” You demanded, sitting up and he followed suit, both of you stripping, until you were just in your underwear. 

“Fuck,” You whispered sucking your bottom lip between your teeth seeing the impressive physique he had. He was ripped but not overly so, he was just right. Very defined abs and arms that made you wanna grind your cunt all over them. 

A cocky grin crossed his face. “Seeing something you like?” 

You propped yourself up on your elbows, “Mmh, fuck you’re gorgeous,”

His eyes moved over your half-naked body, eyes zeroing on your bra-clad tits. “So are you,” warmth filled you to hear him say that. Considering you two were on opposite sides, getting a compliment from him still meant a lot to you. You held a lot of respect for him, he was an incredible FBI agent and not one to mess with. Yet here you were, about to mess with him. 

“Thank you,” You reached behind you, unclasping your bra and his jaw dropped slightly and you grinned getting up on your knees on his bed. Shuffling closer to where he stood. Your hands going to his thighs, rubbing them as you placed kisses all over his pecs and abs. 

You felt him growing in his boxers when you sucked and marked his torso up. Small groans leaving his lips and you fed off of them.

You let your fingernails scrape across his abs down to the front of his boxers, feeling his cock twitch when you palmed him. You glanced up at him with a wicked grin seeing his brown eyes darken as he licked his lips.

“May I?” He gave a jerky nod which was enough for you to push his boxers off him. 

His cock sprung free and curved up toward his tummy. Red and leaking at the tip that made your mouth water, it was a glorious cock. Just thick and long enough.

“God you’re perfect,” You mumbled as your hand wrapped around him and he hissed at the touch at first, which was soon enough replaced by a string of moans as you jerked him off. 

You licked your lips getting them nice and wet before wrapping your mouth around the head, letting your tongue tease him. His fingers tangled in your hair and tugged on it making you moan around his cock.

You let one of your hands move to his balls, taking him deeper in your mouth, relaxing your jaw and breathing through your nose, tears gathered in your eyes as you deepthroated him hearing his low growls and moans. The grip tightened on your hair. 

“Fucking hell,” He stuttered and you could tell he was refraining from bucking his hips, which you were grateful for. You bobbed your head up and down increasing in speed hearing his breathing get faster and shorter.

“That’s it,” He moaned and you opened your eyes, looking up to see him throw his head back letting out a string of moans. The veins in his arms protrude and it was a sight for sore eyes to see him so lost in pleasure. 

You pulled off him with a pop and he looked down at you confused,  before you started kissing all over his length, letting your teeth graze his frenulum and he let out a loud moan and without warning he came, painting your face and chest white. You smirked pumping him as he kept shooting off, hearing those delicious moans fill the room. 

“Fuck you’re such a good cockslut,” He panted and you bit your lip, scooping up his cum and licking it all up.

“You taste delicious baby,” You smirked

You let go of him, just admiring him and the way he looked as he came. Face and chest flushed, laboured breathing and beads of sweat pooling at his temples. 

“You’re incredible,” He breathed, making your cheeks grow hot under the praise.

“Thank you,” You smiled watching as he got closer to you giving you a lust-filled kiss which you eagerly kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck. His body pressing against yours and he got situated between your legs, the friction from his knee pressed against your dripping core made you moan into his mouth.

“What do you want?” He murmured, his lips kissing a trail to your neck, exploring the delicate skin there and leaving marks that would be there for days to come. A souvenir to remember him by.

“Eat me,” You gasped arching your upper body when he found your sweet spot and you tilted your head sideways. He chuckled against your neck, soothing the bite with his tongue.

“What’s that?” He was turning the tables on you now. Cheeky bugger.

“Want you to eat my pussy,” You huffed at having to repeat yourself, placing a hand on his head, pushing him down to your throbbing core. 

“Bossy,” He teased, sucking a harsh bite into your hip bone causing you to let out a whine. His face finally came face to face with your dripping cunt.

“Needy little thing aren’t you?” He hummed seeing the wet patch on your panties and you threw your head back feeling him rub your sensitive bud through the thin and soaked material. 

“Fuck,” You breathed feeling him remove your panties and you propped yourself up on your elbows. 

The first lick of his tongue had spots of white appear behind your eyelids. His warm tongue spreading your wet folds, licking up to your clit, giving that a few flicks before he moved back to your entrance. A moan filled the room when you felt his tongue push inside of you.

You took fistfulls of his hair, letting out high-pitched whines as he ate you out like a champion. Your hips gyrated against his face when he moved up to shower your clit with attention. Practically making out with it and it was one of the hottest things you’d ever seen. Your lower stomach started burning like it did when you were going to cum. 

“Fingers,” You gasped laying down flat on the bed so that you could twist and tweak your nipples as he eased a finger in you, making you sigh in pleasure.

“So good,” 

“So fucking wet for me,” He pulled away from your clit for a moment, watching you play with your nipples.

“You’ll be the death of me,” He grunted adding a second finger without difficulty and you let out a moan feeling his mouth back on your clit.

“Fuck, fuck,” You wanted to squeeze your legs together but you couldn’t seeing as how he had them spread wide. 

“‘m close Tom,” Your breath came out choppy as the pleasure built and built in your stomach, 

“C’mon cum for me baby, show me what you can do. Make a mess on my face,” He rasped and you came with a cry chanting his name, your legs trembling when you came. 

You felt him kissing your stomach up to your tits, giving them all the attention you could’ve possibly wanted. You arched your back, feeling your clit throb again.

 You loved nipple play, so much, it was an instant turn-on.

“Want you to fuck me now,” You breathed splaying yourself out there on the bed, feeling him climb on top of you. 

“I think you can do better than that,” He smirked, sitting back on his hunches and stroked his cock leisurely. You let out a whimper at the sight of his cock hardening with each stroke, you just wanted his cock. 

“C’mon Tom, fuck me - don’t you want to? Take my cunt and make it yours?” You taunted, grinning when you noticed the fire in his eyes knowing he’d take the bait.

“You’re damn right about that - your cunt is mine,” To prove his point, he gave your cunt a hard slap causing a loud moan to leave your lips. “In fact, to keep your cunt mine I might just tie you up,”  He winked and your throat went dry.

“Go ahead, it’s the only time you’ll have me cuffed,” You shot back and he laughed heartily. 

“Are you sure about that?��� His eyes twinkled as he gave your cunt another slap. You bit your lip feeling your wetness seep from your cunt and you knew he felt it.

“Yeah I am,” You gave him a cheeky grin, “So get to it,” You wiggled your hips and he reached over to the bedside drawer, procuring a condom and rolled it over his length.

“Get up on all fours,” 

You quickly got up on all four, feeling your heart thrum in your chest from excitement. You turned your neck over your shoulder seeing Tom admire your body from behind. His hand reached out taking a handful of your ass before releasing it and giving it a good and hard slap, jolting you forward. 

“Fucking gorgeous,” He grunted pushing your face down and you gripped the sheets feeling him run the tip of his cock along your entrance before he pushed forward, entering you in one fluid motion. 

“Go-fuck,” You shakily exhaled feeling so full of him, squeezing his cock like a vice as you adjusted to the size of him. 

“Such a tight little cunt,” 

“Fuck, move,” You pushed back taking him deeper and he groaned, gripping your hips in both hands using them for balance as he started pounding into you. Sending you straight to nirvana. 

You loved the raw passion and lust as he fucked you seven ways to Sunday. He grabbed the back of your hair yanking on it roughly and you gasped, back arching as he smacked your ass with his other hand.

“My little slut,” He growled in your ear and you whined feeling dizzy with pleasure. His dirty talk only enforced that.

“Yes, fuck,” You breathed grasping the sheets harder as his hips slammed into you over and over. You moaned when his cock nudged your g-spot, stars exploding behind your eyelids and your skin prickling. 

“Taking my cock like such a good cockslut,” His hand slid to your front and your eyes rolled back when he started slapping your clit repeatedly. 

“Hrngh,” You whimpered, the noise getting cut off when he moved his hand from your ass to your tits. giving each of them a slap before his hand wrapped around your throat. Squeezing it and you cried out starting to feel like you were floating from all the pleasure he gave you.

“F-fuck can I cum?” You gasped trying valiantly to keep your eyes open, but all you wanted to do was close your eyes and ride this wave of overstimulation. 

“I don’t know - can you?” He taunted fucking into you even harder. The pressure in the pit of your stomach intensified with each thrust and you fell closer and closer to the edge. 

“Please...daddy,” The words just tumbled out in the haze you were currently in. 

“Daddy huh?” 

“Yes, fuck - let me cum all around your cock daddy,” You moaned, making a point to squeeze his cock and he let out a loud groan. 

“Be a good slut and cum for daddy, wanna feel your cunt gushing all around my cock,” He whispered in your ear and you cried out one more time before you tipped over the edge. Your orgasm rocking you through your core, your walls clenching down around him and that way, setting off his orgasm. Hearing his moans and cries as he came. His hand still on your throat, giving a tighter squeeze. 

“Oh fuck, fuck fuck,” You let out a high pitched cry, bordering on screaming his name as he fucked you both through your  orgasms. 

“Oh my god,” He panted letting go of your throat and removing his hand from your clit. Slowly, he pulled out of you and you whined at the loss, glancing over at him seeing the small smirk on his face. 

“Can’t get enough of me?” You rolled your eyes collapsing on his comfortable bed, face down against his plush pillows, hugging one close to you. 

“You wish,” You smiled lazily, watching him clean himself up before he got in beside you. Both of you fumbling for a bit, exchanging tiny giggles as you recovered, still feeling a little lightheaded and floaty. 

“Do you uh, want anything?” He asked scratching the back of his neck and his other free hand gently stroked your back, comforting and soothing you. He could sense that you weren’t fully there with him yet, and he was so sweet. You felt the energy shift into something uncertain and awkward now.

 Suddenly, it felt far too vulnerable and intimate being in the same bed as the man who had just made you cum harder than anyone had ever been able to in the past. And was trying to get you behind bars. Yet, you didn’t want to leave either. You knew that this was all you’d get with him - one night. You planned on making the most of it.

“Maybe a cuppa,” You said timidly reaching for his comforter, wrapping it around you. 

“Milk? Sugar?” He was already up from the bed and you shook your head. He left the room giving you some room for your thoughts and you tried to clear them, but everything was blurred together and you couldn’t make sense of them. So many conflicting emotions running through you.

 You knew you had a golden opportunity now to snoop and find his weaknesses. But, you didn’t find it in you to do that. Not anymore, you let your heart rule over your mind in this instance. 

He came back with two cups, handing one over to you. “Here you go,” You took it and carefully sipped the hot liquid.

“Didn’t peg you for a Yorkshire man,” You mused, watching him over the rim as he sat down and put the comforter over him too. He let out a small laugh.

“It’s the one and only way of drinking tea that,” He affirmed and you grinned.

“Well I feel so much more relieved now that you’re the one who’s chasing me when you’re a Yorkshire tea-drinker - you’re worthy,” You teased, enjoying the lighthearted atmosphere you had going on.

His smile dimmed a little and a frown took place in his beautiful face. “What happens after tonight?” You felt your own smile fade too when he asked. You both knew, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to say it.

“I’m not gonna see you again am I?” He rephrased and you looked down at the mug in your hand so you wouldn’t have to see the look on his face.

“No..You won’t Thomas,” You said quietly hearing the inhale from the man across you. 

“Well...then we should make the most of the night then,” He said slowly, trying to lighten the mood and for that you were grateful. You were quick to jump on the subject change. “What do you suggest we do?” 

“Well...how are you with knitting?” He smirked when you snorted.

“Haven’t you learned anything about me? I’m a fucking pro at everything I do, why stop at knitting? What about crocheting?” You lifted your eyebrow up.

His eyes twinkled with amusement before putting his mug away. “Come here you,” He patted his lap, taking the mug from you and you smirked, climbing into his lap. His hands coming to rest on your ass as you straddled him, kissing him deeply. 

                                                    -----

The next morning when Tom started waking up. He dragged an arm over your shape only to feel the cool sheets. He cracked an eye open and lifted his head from his pillow seeing an empty space where he was sure you had laid before you both fell asleep. Or had you only pretended and left the moment Tom conked out? 

A note was left on the pillow you had slept on. He sat up so he could read the note, his eyes scanning it and a laugh fell from his lips.

There, in your neat and cursive handwriting was a single sentence. 

Catch me if you can ;)

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[cockasinthebird]

billy filling up steves hole with his cum and then shoves a butt plug in steve

Dear anon, Oh... oh ho ho, this got good, like I am very satisfied with this! Truly a splendid way to... reintroduce lemons to my posting again now that I am free from flag!

Do enjoy~

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Billy hides his wide, self satisfied grin behind a hand; his elbow on the desk, chin in palm, pretending to pay attention to English class, but he's acing it so why bother anymore?

Steve's squirming in his seat, constantly repositioning himself carefully, face flushed red like he's running a fever - feels like it too, blood boiling and skin slightly sweaty. 

He steals a few glances in Billy's direction every now and then, finding blue eyes piercing into him, tongue occasionally darting out to wag salaciously before licking his lips that curl something so mischievously.

Is it obvious? It feels like it's so impossibly obvious, but no one has said a thing yet, and every other student in here stares blankly up ahead, disinterested and bored as all hell. 

The clock ticks slower and slower, wearing Steve's patience thin, seconds away from shattering. 

He turns to look at Billy again, who cocks a brow, his chest stuttering with a laugh, almost as if he can read Steve's thoughts. Or maybe he just knows him well enough by now that that wouldn't even be necessary to do. 

So Steve shifts around again, the plug keeping him closed rubs at all the right muscles, hitting sweet nerves that scatter up his spine in a euphoric dance, encouraging a moan to search for freedom, only to then get caught just barely before jumping off of his tongue.

He keeps his legs closed tight, hoping it'll conceal the impressive bulge in his jeans. It's gross and disgusting and perverted and shameful, to sit through class with an almost full erection, but that all only elevates the thrill of it, the stupid excitement of danger, a rush of adrenaline that pumps through him whenever he looks at Billy. 

Billy, who didn’t leave after last night.

Billy, who woke Steve up by rubbing his veiny cock between Steve’s thighs.

Billy, who fingered Steve’s slightly sore hole all nice and sweet while cooing and praising him.

Billy, who thrust into Steve from behind as they laid on their sides.

Billy, who right after he came plugged Steve’s ass still full of every drop of his cum.

Billy, who kindly asked Steve to wear it all day, whispering about how hot that would be babe, you walking around with me inside of you, sitting in class ready to burst.

And Steve, who’s been unintentionally edging all day since, agreed all too readily, but Billy has this irresistible charm about him that just turns Steve to butter. A flash of teeth, soft caressing, voice deep.

It’s magic.

When the bell rings for lunch, Steve barely registers it - lost in the vividly fresh memory of this morning, of last night, of the past few weeks. Every one of his classmates stands up, talking loudly, chairs scooting around as they flood out of the room.

But Steve stays. Billy stays. Even as they’re the last people here, they stay.

“Not hungry?” Billy drawls, tapping his foot a few times before turning in his seat, angling open legs in Steve’s direction.

Whose fingers are currently testing the strength of his pencil; thumb pushing against the yellow painted wood. He hasn’t taken a single note all day, staying home would have been more productive in truth.

“I can’t get up.”

Billy laughs, loudly, uproarious, throws his head back with it before running his gaze up and down Steve’s stiff posture. “I don’t think that’s your issue right now.”

And Steve groans at that, at other things too, rolls his eyes in frustration even though he absolutely would have found that funny at the right time. Now is not then.

“Fine, I can’t stand up-” Lips shuts closed quickly as he finally looks at Billy, and sees the clear outline of his thick cock reaching down his thigh underneath too tight jeans. The pencil in his hand snaps.

His own hard dick twitches at the sight of that, at the brief moment of wondering just how long Billy’s been like that, wondering if he’s going to do something about it. He meets with Billy’s excessively lustful gaze, pupils blown till there’s barely even a sliver of blue left. Lips part as Billy ever so slowly reaches down to wrap wide fingers around the shape of his shaft, hissing and groaning cautiously, eyes darting to the door then back to where Steve is caught in a trance.

“I don’t think I can wait till the end of today, princess.” Billy stands up and walks over to Steve in one fluid motion, where he leans closer, raised above Steve still, staring down at him. “I’m gonna need to fuck you now.”

-

Steve probably wouldn’t have even really struggled against the suggestion of fucking on top of his desk in their classroom, door wide open, shutters drawn, the most exposed and illegal it could get. He would have gladly bent over and let Billy have his way with him, finish what he started this morning, get him nice and well fed on every drop of cum his body can contain.

But no, sadly that’s not a risk Billy’s willing to take. Rather he yanked Steve up from his seat, got a good look and thorough feel of his painfully sensitive erection, dragged him through mostly empty halls to the completely empty boys locker room.

His hairstyle gets ruined as he presses the top of his head against the orange tiles, staring down to watch his own hands fumble in their hurry to unbuckle his belt and zip down his jeans. From behind he hears the same tune played with a far more confident hand, as Billy releases himself with a refreshing gulp of air.

Seconds after Steve drops his pants and angles his briefs down just far enough to free his own leaky prick, a hand slaps against the tiles next to his face as Billy leans in to kiss where the collar of his striped polo can’t reach, gentle and soft lips travel up and down Steve’s neck, sending luscious waves of delight washing over him, hushed moans slipping from parted lips.

“Have to be quiet, baby,” Billy whispers, kisses the shell of Steve’s ear. “Think you can be quiet?”

“C-can you?” Steve barely manages with a huff of a laugh, and he feels Billy smile against his neck.

“Only one way to find out.”

And he’s gone - taken a step back. Steve looks over his shoulder to watch him stroke and slick up his fat cock with pre, staring like a hungry wolf at where Steve pushes his ass out to accentuate the shape of it.

“Spread your cheeks,” Billy demands with a tone that almost implies an unspoken ‘or else’. “Show me how full you are.”

Steve doesn’t hesitate- wouldn’t even dream of it, as he presses his face against the icy orange tiles for support as he moves both hands behind, down, a handful of cheek in each as he pulls them apart, exposing the base of the dark purple buttplug that keeps him stuffed, keeps him stretched out, keeps him ready.

When Billy prods at it with one finger it sends electric jolts through the entirety of Steve’s being, sensitive and heightened, he gasps a bit too loud and bites back a moan.

“D-don’t do that, fuck,” he breathes in a heavy sigh.

“Why not?” And Billy does it again, with more intent this time, pressing harder and drawing circles around.

A motion that makes it near impossible for Steve to shut up, fingers digging into flesh with bruising restraint, his lonesome cock spurting and dripping with pre onto the floor. “A-ah- Billy…”

Billy’s chuckle practically reverberates off of the tiles, his self-satisfaction palpable in the bass of his voice. 

“Can’t wait to fuck you so good ‘n hard, pretty boy,” he drawls and runs his fingers along the edges of the flat base.

“B-be careful, okay?” Strings of nerves pull at Steve’s stomach, a heat of embarrassment flooding out into his cheeks at the worry that it might hurt.

Billy’s adventurous, buys them all kinds of fun toys to play around with, dildos and fleshlights and beads and cuffs and clamps, literally anything he can get his hands on, but they’ve never tried this with a plug more than three fingers wide.

But then there’s a calm hand on his; Billy lacing their fingers together where Steve is still spreading himself wide, and it doesn’t exactly calm the storm brewing, but it does close the window to it.

“I got you, baby, I got you,” Billy coos, kisses his way across Steve’s fingers, across the cheek, up to his tailbone before leaning away.

Fingers closing around the plug as he pulls and… it doesn’t hurt, not exactly, it’s more of a strained feeling in the muscle, hints of pain here and there mixing deliciously together with the raw euphoria of it all, so fucking good Steve’s worried for a moment that he might actually cum from this alone, chanting fuck fuck fuck.

“Shit Stevie,” Billy sounds positively awed. “Wish you could see yourself right now.”

Steve tries though, looks behind to see Billy staring at his fluttering hole, butt plug shiny in hand, slick with cum and whatever lube might be leftover from hours ago.

“So fucking sexy…”

He can feel cum running out, warm from having been kept inside of him all day, leaking down his balls and thighs. Then he’s full again - three fingers full, as Billy thrusts those digits into him with ease and pleasure.

“God, you’re so wet and loose, princess,” Billy growls as he stands up to press himself against Steve. “Listen to that…”

Billy pumps his fingers in and out, the squelching of it all obscene like he’s fingering a soaking pussy, Steve’s pussy, who has never struggled to keep quiet this much in his entire life, every dive in stopping just short of reaching that perfect bundle of nerves deep in him, it feels almost deliberate.

“Just dripping with my cum.” Billy licks and nibbles and kisses up and down Steve’s neck where he can reach, making the skin there red from abuse and attention. “Think you can handle more? Get all fat on my cum?”

“Y-yes,” Steve whimpers between ragged breaths and nods profusely.

“Yes, what?” Fingers curl at a tortuous angle, like a light punishment that only makes Steve’s dick leak worse.

“Yes, please, I need you so bad, fuck me, please,” he rambles as a response, ready and willing to keep going, anything for Billy.

But the devilish chuckle signs that that’s more than enough. “Hmmm since you asked so nicely.”

The thick digits are quickly replaced with the blunt head of Billy’s cock, eager and horny, gently pushing into the easy and wet stretching of Steve’s ass, watching it reverently where pale hands are still spreading the cheeks wide for him.

When there’s no more hard flesh to offer, Billy keeps moving closer, wraps his arms around Steve and buries his face in the crook of his neck. They stand still like that for far too many seconds, as near as near gets, both of them pushing into each other, as if it would be possible to connect deeper than this.

At the start of it all it was quick and rough and often too dry in their rushing of getting together, but now it’s… this. Whatever this is.

Whatever it means when Billy mutters, “Feel so good.”

Whatever it means when he doesn’t leave after.

Whatever it means when they hold one another like it’s something dear.

Steve’s not the biggest fan of getting fucked from behind - he can’t see Billy, touch Billy, kiss Billy, but the way his steely cock drags against his insides as he starts thrusting gives Steve an incomparable amount of ecstasy, when hands grab on to his hips to control the tempo, push and pull and pound, skin slapping as Billy slams into him.

Choked whimpers is all he can offer up here- all he’s allowed to, and he feels the restraint hurt in his throat, every single salacious little sound fighting for their freedom, the rhythmic movement of Billy’s hips snapping against Steve’s ass only encouraging every rebellious impulse that’s contained within.

But the silence between them now speaks more than words, as Billy himself barely even grunts past hitching breaths. His biggest fear is getting caught, he once admitted, and that only gets him hard. Even brushing fingers at the movies can get him going apparently, which is a delightful little secret Steve discovered all on his own.

“Fuck,” is the first real word to escape him in minutes, as he bends over and places his hand on top of Steve’s where he’s supporting himself on the wall. “I’m close, baby.”

Steve’s almost convinced he could cum untouched, but he’s not patient enough for it, bringing his free hand down to fervently jerk his pulsating dick, utterly soaked in pre cum, yearning for release after hours of being half hard.

It’s become an easy feat by now to match the quick and irregular pace that Billy always finds leading up to his orgasm, Steve’s hand following the pattern with practiced precision, eyes closed and focusing solely on how wet and slippery and glorious Billy’s veiny cock pummels rapidly into him, pounding against that golden bundle of nerves that makes Steve want to cry out, knees going weak, stars glistening behind his eyes.

And when he cums, hot and white into his hand, it’s blinding, the stars exploding like fireworks, raining fiery bliss down upon him, toes curling in his sneakers, biting into his lip till it cracks and bleeds.

Behind him Billy makes a strangled noise; an abrupt and dissatisfying sound compared to his usual roar of a peak, as Steve’s dripping wet hole chokes around every inch of Billy’s girthy dick. Steve puts forth a foot to counterweight the way Billy presses into him with all his force, both hands on his hips now to keep them like this, his forehead pressed between Steve’s shoulder blades as he empties out for a second time inside of Steve’s poor, puffy, abused ass.

Steve’s convinced he can feel it, wet and burning and full. Fuller. Brimming, ready to burst, that if this was a porn vid the camera would angle down to watch it all spill out of him, and he can’t be blamed for the breathy moan that escapes at that imagery. 

“God, princess…” Billy’s voice hoarse and raspy, weak and satisfied. He snakes his arm around Steve’s waist and runs a hand up and down his stomach. “That was…”

“Yeah,” Steve eventually huffs, neither of them truly finding much use for words in the moment.

“Mmhm,” Billy whirs and props his chin up on Steve’s shoulder, tilting his head till their eyes meet. “I’m thinking…”

A chill flees down Steve’s back immediately at that notion, because Billy rarely ever thinks of anything else other than… “What?”

“What if we… plugged you up again?” Billy grins like he’s already won this, like the cat that got the cream.

“Billy, please-”

“Steve, please.”

They stare at each other in silence, Billy still with that same twist of lips, Steve’s… uncertain. He loves the idea of it, but in practice? Today has already been hell on him this way, but Billy…

“Come on baby, please? Keep you wet and full of my cum all day, and tonight I’ll buy you a really nice dinner and clean you up in the shower?” He kisses promises against skin, nuzzling his nose against the shell of Steve's ear. “Light some candles… I’ll be real gentle with you.”

Steve’s not gonna be able to sit right for weeks to come after today, but he nods in agreeance. Because those promises almost sound like a date.

[mythicamagic]

Eve’s Inferno - Rukiyui oneshot

Dante's Inferno AU. Eve has searched almost every circle of Hell, leaving just one left. In order to find Adam, she must face the one responsible for their banishment from Eden. But the Devil is used to whispering sweet nothings, and Ruki has succeeded in getting under her skin once before. Rukiyui oneshot.

AN: Made for the Diabolik Lovers Zine @diabolikloverszine​ and published with permission since the sales have closed. I had this idea a long time ago, due to Ruki often being associated with Lucifer in the games. Hope you enjoy!

Rated T

3,000 words (also posted on Ao3)

Eve's Inferno

Disembarking from the small boat, a young woman kept her hand in the ferryman's as he assisted her down. He smiled gently with ashen lips and doleful eyes, nodding to a set of double doors awaiting her.

Thanking him, she offered coins for the ride but was met with a quiet decline. He soon pushed off the dead earth, slinking back up the dark, murky waters of the cavern's river.

The grey doors had vast, intricate carvings of desperate people rising out of it, frozen mid-air, arms outstretched and clawing as though trying to escape. She wondered if they were real human souls, trapped as such a mundane part of the underworld. Taking a breath, she set her shoulders and reached out. The doors opened easily under her hesitant touch.

The woman didn't know what to expect behind them. Perhaps fire and brimstone, the dead or dying, tortured continuously and screams ringing out. But the vast, open space looked empty. There were no cries of pain, blissfully silent. A large cave awaited her, walls dark and jagged with obsidian rock. At her feet lay a cool, frozen lake, solid enough for her to stand on as it took up the entirety of the floor, spreading wide. Curling, misty air didn't chill her bones or make breath visible, instead feeling a little heady.

She steeled herself, walking forwards. In all the domain only a single thing truly held her gaze, that of a lone white tree standing on a small island. The shock of white and green was impossible to ignore.

With careful steps, she crossed the lonely, silent space. Walking onto the island, fresh grass crunched beneath her feet- soon coming to a stop. Breath catching, wide eyes took in the sight of a man with familiar dark hair reclined against the tree. He held a book, pale fingers gripping its spine.

She could not place how she felt, standing there, watching him calmly read. Soft, blue-grey eyes looked as disarming as she remembered when they flicked up to her. But they could sharpen. That tempting mouth could praise and charm one moment and then damn her the next.

"Good to see you, Yui."

"Hello Ruki," she murmured, folding her hands before her skirts. Swallowing, she babbled; "I didn't pay the ferryman, I hope that's alright."

"Azusa can be overly generous, it hardly matters," he dismissed, shifting long legs. "What can I do for you?"

Yui's fingers twisted into her sleeve. The casualness of his question belied Ruki's penchant for manipulation. If she weren't careful, she'd make a mistake, just like their last meeting all those years ago in Eden.

So, raising her head, she set thin shoulders. "I'm here for Adam," her tone was firm and final.

No surprise flickered in his expression, attention returning to his book as though bored.

"I-if you can't give him to me, then I'd like to know where he is. I've been looking for him in the other eight circles for-"

"Centuries, I know."

Annoyance flared, "if you knew, why didn't you meet with me? The other princes weren't very..." she trailed off, curbing her tongue for the sake of diplomacy, "helpful."

A deceptively pleasant chuckle rang out. "Do you expect the ruler of a domain to heed every whim from their subjects? Especially subjects of hell?" Cruel lips curved as he shifted, setting the book down before standing. "Besides, most people when searching for someone will give a description."

Yui held her ground when he approached, heart thundering- drumming wildly in her ears. "You know what he looks like."

"But you don't."

The dark-haired young man, despite his handsome features, did not possess a presence that stood out or screamed malice. When compared with the other princes, his appearance wasn't as eye-catching, attitude not as loud or attention-grabbing. In a crowd, your gaze would likely pass over him. Despite this, when he stepped closer, Yui felt a pressure in the air. A type of sticky humidity that heralded storms. Those eyes, so calm and cold, implored her to confess her sins and sink to her knees. He'd treat her like a pet. A well-fed, maybe even cared for pet, but a pet nonetheless.

"P-please don't toy with me," she murmured. "You probably removed my memories of his face and voice, but I remember Eden. You won't keep us apart."

Ruki reached for her, brushing a shock of cold knuckles against her cheek. Yui congratulated herself for not flinching despite the rush of feeling that attacked her. Compared to the second circle of Lust, with prince Laito's thoughtless, grabby hands, this was nothing. And yet... such a small touch demanded her attention, skin pricking.

"Of course you'd assume I did that. Doesn't it occur to you that he put you here and dictated your punishment?" Hot breath fanned over her mouth, and something tightened in Yui's lower stomach. Lulled by the stroke of his fingers gliding from chin to ear, Yui rocked back on her heels to try to clear her head.

That touch changed- locking into blonde hair and grasping tight to prevent escape. Yui stilled with a gasp, gritting her teeth.

"You're afraid," he purred.

"N-no," she thought for a moment and admitted; "not of what you can do to me. Just of my memories fading."

She'd seen what that did to souls. Lost, wandering figures mourning their own condition. They couldn't even remember their own names.

That touch turned gentle and soothing again, but she didn't trust it not to turn into violence at a second's notice. "Why do you care so much about finding him?"

"B-because I love him?" Wasn't that a question with an obvious answer? She'd literally been created from a rib to be Adam's other half.

"You can't love someone you don't remember. Someone you don't know. You'd trust a stranger like that?" Devastatingly beautiful eyes shifted over her pale expression, his pupils slightly slit. Ruki leaned closer, lips ghosting over the delicate shell of her ear. This time she was unable to suppress a shiver. "You should give yourself over to your Master's hands instead... I wouldn't treat my Livestock poorly."

Something hot churned in her stomach. "You're not my Master and I'm not cattle."

A low chuckle resounded in her ear, firm fingers gliding down her spine. "I seem to remember us having a conversation similar to this a long time ago. Do you recall?"

Yui squeezed her eyes shut, trying to push back the memory. It flooded through the gaps between her fingers like water. She could suddenly smell thick, choking scents of roses, feel lush grass and flowers brushing at bare legs. Lashes reluctantly opened, and her breath hitched.

The lake and lone tree were nowhere in sight. Ruki had vanished. Instead, she found herself wandering through the achingly familiar gardens of Eden. Birds sang to each other in twisting trees, lions and other predators lazed around, heedless of her or other prey. Yui felt her skin prick from a faint chill in the air, glancing down to find herself naked.

It was all exactly as she remembered. She'd become Eve again, lost in those painful memories that had haunted her for centuries. Only... she still couldn't remember Adam.

---

Rounding a large flower bed, Eve lay eyes on a single tree, separated from all other greenery. It bore fruit, red apples catching the sun in such a way that salvia filled her mouth at the mere thought of tasting them.

"You can have one if you like."

Eve's gaze slid down the apple tree's truck to find a man leaning against it. No, not a man.

An angel.

She frowned, making no move to cover herself as she approached.

"But I was told not to."

The dark-haired angel smiled, and she felt no reason to be afraid. "Why do you obey blindly?"

"I don't know."

Some frustration marred his handsome face. He gestured to a small pond not too far away, "go look into the water."

The woman did so because she'd been told to, and it didn't cross her mind to resist. Kneeling at the water's edge, blonde hair slid forward and Eve's breath hitched at the sight of her own reflection. Her eyes struggled to take in the image, a stunned hand raising to touch her reddening cheek.

'That's me...'

Complicated thoughts blazed to life in her mind where none had been before. Wonder, perception, a briefly vain absorption in her own existence having palpable proof before her eyes. What a gentle and pretty face. She loved it simply because it was her own, something that only she owned. Eve was at once changed. No longer an extension of Adam, she felt like a person.

The angel knelt not too far away. "I'll ask again; why do you obey blindly?"

"Well because..." she trailed off, swallowing. "I suppose I was created after Adam so I should behave in order to show my gratitude?"

"You act like a Livestock that's been reared and bred in a shelter. That doesn't sound like honest loyalty to me."

"No, I- maybe it isn't, " her arms moved to hug herself, wondering why she felt a little cold. Maybe it was the strange, isolated feeling his question awakened in her. "What is... honest loyalty?"

His eyes sharpened, tone becoming firm. "It's when you can be certain the one you've put faith in can care for you. In turn, you support them, like they're a worthy Master."

Eve picked at soft green grass, mulling this over. "Sounds as though you have experience with it."

"Mn, though lately, I've been feeling dissatisfied."

She got the sense that he wouldn't be saying anything more. "I feel... different. Like I'm not the same Eve as a moment ago."

Her companion shifted to stand, some white feathers from exquisite wings falling to land on the water's surface. She watched them float and twirl slowly with fascination.

"If you're someone else, you could always give yourself a new name," he casually suggested.

"Give... myself?" Eve chewed on her bottom lip, thinking. A name came out of nowhere. No one suggested it, so at once, she felt slightly giddy and pleased with her hushed murmur of: "...Yui."

Blue-grey eyes shifted. A pale hand rested on his chest as he bowed slightly. "Yui. Well met."

"Well met," she blushed, glancing at the funny material wrapped around his body curiously. "What's your name?"

"I was given the name Lucifer."

Yui tilted her head, sending lush falls of blonde over one shoulder. "Oh, did you change yours too?"

"Yes. I chose the name Ruki instead."

Her hands curled in her hair, testing out the new name on her tongue. "Ru...ki."

Ruki stiffened slightly, attention weighed upon her like a heavy, palpable thing with substance and form. She felt her cheeks flush, remembering the reflection of herself in the water. For the first time, she wondered what he might be thinking. What an angel's own perception of her was like.

"Mn... there's no need to get caught up with trivial things," he cleared his throat, walking towards the tree again.

"I wanted to ask about those things draping over your body," Yui chirped, following.

"My clothes? More trivial talk," he sighed, not particularly annoyed, however. Ruki stopped by the truck and rested a hand upon it, "you can have clothes too if you desire."

"I can?" So many new things were being offered to her today! She felt as though discovery was perhaps the single most wonderful thing to experience. She hungered for more- like the reflection and her new name. "Yes. I'd like that!"

He made a gesture, twisting his wrist in the air- and at once those strange, wondrous threads were wrapped around her, covering her shoulders but clinging around her chest and then falling down to her feet like a waterfall. Yui touched the material, finding it soft. She giggled, looking at him. "Thank you," she said breathlessly.

Ruki nodded, face unreadable. He then gestured to the fruit hanging above them. "You can still take one of these if you wanted."

At this, she hesitated, stopping by his side. "I... I'm not sure..."

"Did we not establish that you don't have to give your loyalty to someone who hasn't earned it?" His pleasant voice remained patient. A cool hand, chilled to the touch, met the base of her spine. The woman stilled, feeling that palm drag up her back, before curling in her hair. He seemed at once too close and yet not near enough.

"Maybe if I... take a bite, I can explain that I was just discovering new things? I'll know what it's like and won't be tempted anymore," she murmured.

Strong fingers tightened, stroking the back of her neck. "What an interesting word to use. Yes, I suppose you won't be tempted. You'll have had experience, and no one should punish you for that."

She agreed and reached up of her own volition, grasping a red fruit and yanking to break it free. She then sank blunt teeth into the apple, making a noise as juices overflowed in her mouth. Ruki's slit gaze dilated.

"It tastes wonderful!" She smiled, offering him some. The angel refused, taking a few steps back.

"I'm happy for you, but I should really be going now."

"Oh," Yui wilted, not even noticing the darkening, angry clouds above. "A-alright, I'll see you later! I should go share this with Adam."

"Yes..."

---

Blinking, Yui shook herself. Like an after-image, Ruki and the gardens changed. They melted away, revealing the lonesome lake once more. Ruki stood without his wings, having lost them in the fall. She could remember hearing about his uprising, his sins. They were far worse and more numerous than her own, and yet there they stood, together in the last layer of Hell. Two traitors.

"You didn't need to show me that," Yui murmured. "I do still remember. Please, please just tell me where Adam is."

Ruki looked almost deceptively kind for a moment, features softening. "They forgave Adam. He has been accepted into Heaven and left you behind, Eve."

Her knees threatened to buckle, lungs constricting. No, no, she needed to calm down. Of course he'd lie. "The truth, please," she gritted out.

Strong hands caught her slim waist as she moved back, starting violently at his touch and proximity. "I am not lying, Livestock."

"How can you expect me to believe you?" tears pricked her eyes.

"I understand-" he hissed, gathering Yui's thin, shivering body closer and curling around her. "I'm the snake that tempted Eve. You don't trust me and see me as nothing but an unworthy Master- but there's a place for you, here Eve." The smoke of a smile lingered on his lips, unseen by her, but she could hear it, feel it in his voice. "Here, by my side. We're a lot alike, cast out for our sins. All we did was utilise our free will. I'm not like him..." Ruki quietly purrs. "I won't shut you out no matter how much you sin."

Tears leaked down her cheeks as Yui raised her head, finding his lips much closer than anticipated. "Just give me your loyalty."

Trembling, the sensation of his mouth pressing against hers stole her breath. Shame rose to mingle with the glow he elicited within her chest, feeling herself considering, wondering if perhaps- just maybe... he genuinely cared for her.

'What is...honest loyalty?'

Yui's fingers curled in his clothes.

'It's when you can be certain the one you've put faith in can care for you. In turn, you support them, like they're...a worthy Master.'

Two hands shot out, shoving against his chest. 

Ruki grunted, eyes flashing. "Yui-"

"No! I-if it is true, then I-I'm happy for him!" Yui yelled. "Adam deserves to be free, but I won't ever give you my loyalty. I won't be your Livestock," she turned, hurrying away.

"Yui!" Ruki snarled, something hard leaking into his voice.

She stepped off the island, landing upon the lake a second before his hand met a barrier. Yui blinked, noting that he couldn't seem to set foot off the island, unable to leave the tree where he'd helped her commit the first sin of man. It seemed someone up in Heaven had a sense of humour.

Her blonde hair bounced as she jogged away, having no idea where to go. Anywhere was better than with him.

"You can't leave," came his quiet voice. "We'll keep going over this. We'll keep doing it, as many times as it takes for you to say yes."

Yui ignored him, reaching out to touch the large grey doors- only to hear a quiet snap of fingers behind her.

---

Sitting up, she stifled a yawn.

"We're here, miss."

Disembarking from the small boat, the woman kept her hand in the ferryman's as he assisted her down. She tried to give him coins, but he declined, continuing on his way. Approaching some large, imposing grey doors, she noted they had vast, intricate carvings of people rising out of them. Taking a breath, she pushed them open, stepping into the quiet space.

Awaiting her, marooned on a single island within the lake, the Devil watched as Eve approached.

[yan-twst]

Can I request yandere prompt 11 for Jamil?

prompt 11: “feeling dizzy? well, it’s too late to realize: you already ingested what i slipped in your drink.” 

warnings: general yandere themes, drugs, alcohol

Jamil usually helped with the meal prep at Scarabia- it was part of his duties as the vice dorm leader, and it was clear everyone enjoyed his meals. Perhaps that was the reason why he continued to cook even after Kalim declared he no longer had to act as a servant to him: it gave him a small sense of pride, to know his skills were so widely appreciated.

Also, being on cooking duty meant he got to work with them.

Before, Jamil would have just bitterly ignored all thoughts of love; who’d want to be with someone from the Viper family, whose entire existence is one of servitude and being in the shadows of the Asims? But even so, he had fallen in love with a fellow Scarabia dorm member. He was positively obsessed with them, thoughts of them clouding his logical thinking at any and all moments of the day- he wanted them. 

Perhaps it had to do with his temper becoming so corroded and jaded due to harboring so many negative feelings in secret for so long, or because he desperately craved to have something precious to call his, but at the end of the day, Jamil’s crush had grown into a monstrous, dark obsession he kept tucked away.

His beloved always signed up for kitchen duties, preferring that work than other dorm chores. There was no rule that forbade a Scarabia student from switching chores with another, so they always managed to trade their other chores for meal prep. Which meant that Jamil got to share the kitchen with them often. Often enough that they’d grown to trust him, even after his overblotting incident and after everyone had seen his true colors.

It should have overjoyed Jamil- the one he loves believes in him! His beloved grows closer to him everyday! But...

“Ah, Jamil, can you pass me the thyme? Kalim mentioned he’d like manakeesh for dinner today, so I thought I’d make some with a recipe from the library.” they said, and Jamil’s grip on the knife he was using tightened.

Kalim this, Kalim that- this was hell on earth. Even though Jamil had demonstrated to be superior to the white-haired brat in every sense, his beloved seemed to still be very chummy with Kalim. In fact, it made Jamil’s blood boil: since he was no longer helping Kalim with everything, it almost seemed like his beloved had taken pity on the heir and offered to help him out. Seeing the one he loved carefully applying Kalim’s eyeshadow, patiently explaining class topics Kalim didn’t understand: what did Kalim ever do to deserve that attention?! Didn’t the spoiled heir have enough already?! Why must he take Jamil’s beloved too?

“... Sure, here you go.” Jamil said, pausing his chopping and passing a bundle of dried thyme to the fellow scarabia student. He felt like he was back in the old days of pretending to be fine as a servant, putting his all into modulating the rage out of his voice. “The spice grinder should be somewhere in the cabinets.”

Jamil hated it. He hated how at dinner, Kalim cheered for the one he loved as they brought out the manakeesh they’d made for him specially. He hated how they sat next to him and smiled- how every student seemed to get along with the one he loved. He finished his meal quickly and left to his quarters, locking the door as he flopped onto the bed. There laid a shirt he’d... Borrowed from his beloved (hey, he was on laundry duty and they never asked for it back!), and he held it close to his face as he sighed. It didn’t smell like them; it’d been washed, the scent of detergent lingering in the fabric, and it was only slightly disappointing to him.

He clutched the stolen shirt tightly, desperately wishing it had his darling’s scent. Their scent, their voice, their hair- gods, he loved all of them. How couldn’t they see he was the best choice for a lover? He was one of the smartest students in NRC, his skills were honed from years of training, he could protect his darling better than anyone else! Sure, he didn’t have the riches, but- surely, someone like him would climb up in life easily, right? Unlike Kalim, who liked pretty things and lost interest soon, his love was genuine! He loved his darling; every part of them, even the ones they tried to hide (and he knew of those very well- from snooping around their room while they were away or watching them from afar). So why- WHY didn’t they act as caring towards him?

The dark voice inside Jamil’s head telling him to just take what was rightfully his grew louder every day. Every time he saw his beloved smiling with others, every time he saw them blush at Kalim’s stupid and accidentally flirtatious words, his jealousy grew and fed into the dark desires in his heart. Does he not remember the story? Of how the Sorcerer of the Sands knocked down the phony fake prince? Of how the princess had been so desperately in love with the fake prince, until the Sorcerer of the Sands showed he was a sham? And... Had he forgotten the rumours of how the princess blindly refused the Sorcerer because she’d been fooled by the prince- until he forced her by his side and she finally understood that HE was the best option for her...? 

Having overblotted once, Jamil knew he had to be careful about gathering so much negative emotions- who knew if his body could really take a second overblot in such a time period. Luckily, his magic crystal didn’t show any signs of blot buildup; despite nursing his increasingly twisted and dark desires, he wasn’t abusing his magic. It was a pain: it’d be so easy to hypnotize people in order to drive his darling to him, but... He knew abusing his unique magic to get what he wanted wouldn’t work a second time.

His patience ran thin with every passing day where his romantic advances were seemingly ignored by his darling, who clearly seemed to treat him merely as a “friend”. Every laugh that wasn’t directed at him, every smile shown to another man, and every nervous blush aimed at Kalim, of all people did nothing but feed the nefarious impulses in Jamil’s head- until they snapped.

He’ll take what’s his. If being a charming person wouldn’t work, then perhaps he’d use the knowledge imparted on his family to take what he wanted.

“Hey, can I bother you for a second?” it was after dinner, and mostly everyone had left. Jamil had volunteered to clean the table, and his beloved had offered their help too- it was just the two of them now, finishing up the job. “My parents sent me a little bit of arak to celebrate my latest test grades. It’s a bit too much for just me, so I was wondering if you’d like to taste it?”

“...! I, well- isn’t that alcohol? Won’t you get in trouble for that?” his darling stared at him with wide, curious eyes. Jamil chuckled- of course they’d be the type to worry over that.

“It’s not strong at all, relax. Besides, if alcohol was a problem, Kalim’s parties would have been shut down long ago.” he said. It was well-known that in some of Scarabia’s rowdiest parties, the devil’s juice got around a bit too much  amongst the teenagers; it was just a fact of life for Scarabia. Besides, he knew that the promise of a little forbidden fun would tempt his darling; something as innocent as a drink, but still holding the thrill of it not being allowed... Judging by the sparkle in his beloved’s eyes, he knew he’d caught them.

“I guess you’re right! Well, I mean... One drink can’t hurt, right? It’s Friday, and...” they said, clearly calculating. “Wait, but isn’t that something your parents sent for you? I’d feel really shitty if I was drinking from a gift that they sent you-”

“They told me to share with a friend.” said Jamil, putting on his most charming smile. “I’d like to share with you. You’re always helping out in the kitchen- plus, I know you’re keeping Kalim from being a complete mess by himself.”

He didn’t particularly mean the last part, but he knew it’d work to fluster his beloved a bit. The praise worked, and their cheeks blushed slightly- Jamil’s heart fluttered. Not yet, he can’t show his love quite yet. Still, he was giddy as he led his darling to his room, locking the door behind him under the guise of “avoiding being caught”. His darling sat down on the neatly made bed, and Jamil retrieved a bottle from his desk drawer.

“Woah, it’s fancy...” said his darling, looking at the beautiful blue bottle. Jamil nodded- it... Really wasn’t. In truth, he’d bought it at the market a few days ago to use for this specific purpose- the lie about his family sending it was merely to make his beloved feel more special. He retrieved two glasses he’d been holding in his drawer as well. 

He prepared the drinks with some water from a bottle, and ice he conjured, the more advanced magic making his darling’s eyes widen. Handing the chilled glass to his darling and keeping one for himself, he sat down on the bed close to his beloved.

“Cheers,” he said with a smile. He could see his darling eyeing the whiteish liquor- had they not drank before, perhaps? But before he could encourage them to down it, they seemed to have a surge of courage and took a sip. They grimaced for a second, unused to the taste of alcohol, but quickly downed their drink.

“You liked it, huh?” said Jamil. Perhaps he should’ve added something to make the drink sweeter; it was bound to be a bit more bitter than usual, considering the circumstances, but... Well, his darling had drunk their glass, so all was good.

“It’s a bit odd, but... It’s nice! Your parents are certainly unique for sending you this as a celebration.” they said with a smile. “It’s... kinda odd...? But itsh... tasty...”

They blinked a couple times, noticing their own speech slur. Was it- was it that strong? Jamil had said it wasn’t but... Judging from how their vision was blurring slightly as they looked from the glass and back to Jamil, perhaps they were being affected a bit too much? Their head was spinning, and it felt like a certain sort of induced drowsiness was filling their head with cotton. Something was up.

“W-well.. Thankss for th.. the drinks, ‘Mil!” they said, slurred voice betraying their internal panic. “I gotta... Gotta get to m’room... Good night...”

Stumbling up, they tried to make their way to the door. Jamil observed with a dark smile, not saying anything as his darling tripped and stumbled until they got to the door, clumsy hands attempting to turn the doorknob to no avail. It was locked- they quickly realized that as their attempts grew more frenetic, looking back at Jamil with slight panic.

“J-jamil...? I wanna go to my room...” they said, eyes flickering nervously. Finally, Jamil just laughed, putting down his untouched glass of liquor on the nightstand as he made his way over to his beloved.

Strong arms pinned their dazed body to the door with ease, as his darling reeled from the sudden movement. They were scared, Jamil could tell- it was evident, even as their eyes were clouded and hazy. But... He was sure even the princes was scared of the Sorcerer at first, right? It took a while for him to show her that he was the best option... With those thoughts in mind, his hand moved to caress his darling’s warm cheeks, as he chuckled.

“Feeling dizzy? Well, it’s too late to realize: you already ingested what I slipped in your drink.” he said, thumb caressing their cheek as their panicked face blossomed into a deeper fear, uselessly and drunkenly struggling against his grip. “I’ve decided I’ll show you what’s best for you- so you won’t ever be stupidly laughing along with Kalim or any of those idiots. You’ll be with me.”

[rollzerox]

JaeYona Week Day #5

First Date

“Wow, Xing really does have a massive marketplace by the palace, doesn’t it?” Yona was excited once they stepped out of Kyuu Castle, where they had come to stay for the week. Just yesterday they had held her wedding ceremony to Jae-ha, so the butterflies were settling down in her stomach while also she kept flashing back to all those things that happened with her now husband last night.

Yoon nodded. “Yeah it’ll be interesting to see what the market has, plus they’re celebrating the war is over before it even really began.”

Jae-ha hummed, wrapping an arm around Yona. “Well a stroll around town could be fun, think of it as our first date, Yona-chan.”

Yona made a face at that. “Jae-ha, we just got married yesterday, how can that be a date?”

Zeno shrugged. “Technically the miss and Ryokuryuu have been sneaking around like the ladies of the night.”

Yona started choking at that as Jae-ha merely laughed. “Yes that is true we never have been able to properly court so better late than never right?”

Hak rolled his eyes. “Now he wants to be proper…”

Yona was all red at that, shaking her head to try and banish her blush as they headed towards the market area. But her mood was instantly changed when Jae-ha started complimenting one of the sales ladies. She puffed out her cheeks with jealousy, just sulking as several women gathered around Jae-ha getting praise from the Green Dragon.

Zeno seemed to be the first one to bring it up. “Miss it didn't bug you before right?”

“It does not bother me.” Yona immediately got defensive.

“Then why is the miss pouting?” Zeno asked.

“I AM NOT POUTING!” Yona shouted.

“You are too.” Hak said, munching on a rice ball and dodging Yona’s fists.

Yoon groaned as he called out to the Ryokuryuu. “Jae-Ha stop flirting before your wife smothers you and those women in their sleep.”

Jae-ha blinked, turning to the boy genius and humming. “… You know that would actually be hot.” He seemed turned on by the mere thought of it, not even paying attention to the girls looking disappointed when Yoon mentioned that he was married.

Hak smacked his forehead. “He would say that…”

Yoon rolled his eyes. “Only you would find mass homicide hot.”

Jae-ha made a dramatic pose. “But I'd see love loveliness as the light leaves my eyes…”

Kija immediately looked irritated. “You’re making the princess insecure!”

Yona seemed fed up as she growled suddenly. “KIJA I AM NOT INSECURE HE CAN DO WHATEVER HE WANTS IF I'M NOT PRETTY ENOUGH TO KEEP HIS FOCUS-“ she stopped herself when she realized she admitted why she was so on edge.

Yoon sighed. “And there it is.”

Hak shrugged. “Well we all know she's crap at hiding when she's upset.”

Yoon nodded. “I knew it was a matter of time before she snapped.”

Jae-ha frowned at that. “Yona dear what do you mean by that?”

Zeno shook his head. “The Ryokuryuu doesn’t have much skill in making sure a wife is well tended to.”

Jae-ha looked a tad insulted at that. “Now come on Zeno all I did was compliment them and Yona dear do you really think I don't see how lovely and charming you are?” he came over to pull his wife into a hug… And Yona immediately slipped out of his arms.

“Forget it go have fun with them obviously I'm too fat to ogle…” Yona huffed.

Jae-ha blinked, completely confused. “Whenever did I say that?”

“She's pregnant dumbass she already gets crazy ideas in her head.” Hak brought up, dodging an apple thrown at him by Yona. “See I’m used to her temper fits, pregnancy is just going to hyper intensify it.”

“Ryokuryuu knows how to treat women but a wife is not just any woman.” Zeno explained. “You’re not doing a good job of it. Don’t compliment other women in the presence of a pregnant wife for one.”

Jae-ha frowned, coming over and grabbing Yona’s hand. “Is that what this is all about? You don’t like you new husband admiring others around you? As if they could replace your loving beauty and the fact you’re carrying our little treasure.” He purred, wrapping an arm around the small of her back despite her protests.

Yona huffed, her cheeks stained red. “I told you, don’t force yourself just because we’re…”

Jae-ha smiled, dipping his head in to kiss her passionately. Which was just giving her flashbacks to last night and making her dizzy as he slowly parted his lips from hers to purr into her ear. “If anything I’m forcing myself not to pull you back to our room and banish every single one of those doubts in your mind by loving every inch of your beautiful body. After all there is only one princess of my heart that I allow all over my dragon leg…” he reminded her.

Yona’s blush got even worse at that, her eyes straying away. “I… I mean… I’m sorry I know it’s selfish but I just want you to myself and…” she finally admitted.

That made Jae-ha chuckle, nuzzling her hair as he kissed at her forehead. “Well that makes two of us then, shall I steal you away as we take a little stroll to the skies? After all I meant it that I’d love for this to be our first date.”

“R-really…?” Yona fluttered her eyes at him, her voice small. “Just you… and me?” It was rather rare for them to be alone, except for them sneaking around at night, like Zeno oh so pointed out bluntly.

“Of course, and if your perverted husband’s eyes aren’t on you, feel free to remind him that he’s yours by yanking me down and giving me a passionate smooch.” Jae-ha grinned as he gave her that mental image of just making out with him randomly in front of people. “You’ll make all the people around you jealous instead.”

“Ah… I… Well….” Yona’s face turned into a fireball, not sure she could be that daring.

“Please the pervert will probably get off on girls getting jealous the princess has him.” Hak rolled his eyes.

“At least Yona has a wedding ring to tell people that she’s taken.” Yoon commented. “You probably could use a leash for Jae-ha.”

“Actually for some males in Xing they wear wedding bands especially when going into battle to think of their wives back at home.” Sara, Princess Tao’s healer brought up. She had decided to stroll along with the group as she enjoyed talking to Shin-ah. “They sell some just over there.”

“Well now that’s a lovely idea then!” Jae-ha smirked, releasing Yona and guiding her to one of the vendors to choose a ring. “Choose whatever you fancy Yona darling, it’ll make me think of you whenever we are apart.” He brushed his fingers through her hair, finding the hairpin he gave her that served the same purpose.

“Well umm… H-here. How about this?” Yona asked, choosing a simple golden band but it looked similar to like how some pirates had golden earrings, it was why she choose it.

“Perfect, it looks lovely too.” Jae-ha hummed, holding out his hand to let her fit it onto his finger. “Just the right fit too.” He winked. “You know the size of my fingers by holding my hand I guess?” he teased.

‘No it’s because of all the sinful things those fingers did to my-‘ Yona had to stop her train of thought as she exploded into another blush. “… All of you should come with a warning label.” She mumbled, leaving it at that.

“Mmm you mean a warning label not to fall for my charm because it belongs to the princess of my heart?” Jae-ha purred, leaning in to kiss her again after paying the vendor.

Yona slapped her hands over his lips, still too embarrassed. “N-not so much in front of everyone… C-come on let’s go this is supposed to be a date, right? So let’s go see what else we can find here.” She smiled timidly, squeezing his hand and enjoying the look of his new ring on his finger. She glanced at her own wedding ring and was amused the bands matched. The butterflies were still in her stomach but slowly settling down, as no matter what happened she always seemed to be at ease with her Ryokuryuu by her side.

[levis-little-nuggie]

Yay you’re back!! Diavolo/GN reader angst? “The garden looks desolate without its leaves and blooms.”? (And welcome back!!)

My first request after coming back 🥺🥺🥺

Angst and Diavolo?? You got it 💜💜 kekekeke let me open my box of theories

When I read over this request, the words poured out of me and I had no idea where I was going with this. I even stopped about half-way through wondering where I was going and if it made sense. I'm glad I followed through with it and I how it played out.

Please enjoy and thank you again for the request 💜💜💜

Once, the garden thrived. It was properly maintained, fed, and watered. Some might even to go as far as saying the garden was coddled; doted on by an overprotective parent. The Caretaker had carefully plotted the path of the sun as it moves east to west, traveling a wobbled path as the season's changed. They knew exactly where the partial shade plants would receive just that, plotted the full-suns meticulously to maximize their time in the sun, and even designed the greenhouse in a way to keep the full-shades hidden from the sun throughout the years.

The Caretaker had a few guests at first, but as they tended to their plot of land, more came to scope out the potential. The garden didn't just grow, it thrived. Colors and smells abundant, a vast beauty that made most guests cry. Some sang praises, some offered sacrifices, and some even tried to sneak in and steal some of the plants for their own. The thieves and wrongdoers would be caught and killed, offered to the caretaker as sacrifices and their crimes annulled.

The Garden was all that mattered.

But all good things must come to an end.

The Caretaker found themselves unable to keep up with The Garden's high maintenance. They remained stubborn even as their health deteriorated; the caretaker would not accept any help. Those who once admired The Garden's beauty and splendor were now successful in their attempts to steal a bit of the masterpiece for themselves. Praises were mocked, offerings whittled away, and sacrifices were made in the honor of other gardens.

Others tried everything they could, but no one could match the once renowned paragon of The Garden. But this did not matter to the Caretaker, no, and neither did the weeping, dying plants they'd spent so long perfecting.

In fact, The Garden was all a ruse, a diversion from the Caretaker's scheme. The Caretaker had gotten bored. An immortal life gave them enough time to think. To plan. To scheme. Oh it would take several lifetimes to come to fruition, but they had the time. And they were patient. So they sowed the seeds. And watched their plan unfurl like the sea of leaves and petals in The Garden.

The Caretaker watched as their neighbors fought, finding a twisted pleasure in seeing the once pristine and immaculate surrounding societies and hierarchy crumble. This was what they'd waited for. The chaos. All stemming from something they created. They watched as others went to war, slaughtering each other over flowers that shone like precious jewels and smelled of joy, of laughter, and of love.

While The Caretaker reveled in the mayhem, one other sought to take revenge on The Caretaker for the disruption. This mournful soul had realized the effects The Garden had instilled on those around him. The actions of The Caretaker disgusted him, but he could not act alone and he could not be impulsive. Like The Caretaker, he watched and waited.

Acting in the shadows, he went unnoticed as he gathered pawns and powerful allies. But he was careful. No one knew of his plan. He charmed and dazzled, building a reputation as a joyful friend. And like The Caretaker, he had his own garden as a diversion. The masses doubted his garden's beauty, but it wasn't the flowers that got their attention.

This newcomer invited visitors and guests, encouraged them to take saplings and trimmings. He allowed them take if they wanted, showing them how to care for their new plant. His garden wasn't as marvelous and wondrous as The Garden, but people were still drawn to him.

The Caretaker watched as their loved ones, once loyal and devoted, fell from them like the wilted flower petals in The Garden. And the newcomer was there, collecting each of them, his garden expanding with each addition.

His plan was succeeding. The hard part was over. He'd collected power and friendships through the ruse of his own garden. This was the long game and all his pieces were in place. It was The Caretaker's move now.

"The garden looks desolate without its leaves and blooms." The voice broke him out of his reverie. Lowering his pen, Lord Diavolo smiled widely to greet you.

"Y/N! Yes, it seems Solomon's new potion shows no mercy towards the plant life." His belly laugh reverberated around the room and you grimaced, looking out with sorrow at the wasteland that was the courtyard. Before you could speak, Diavolo placed a hand on your shoulder amd squeezed reassuringly. "It's alright, I allowed him to practice here. Though, Barbatos is fuming. However, he has been talking about rearranging a few plants and now he has the entire courtyard to work with."

The demon in mention appeared, his eyebrow twitching just barely. Barbatos led you and the prince to the table prepared for your afternoon tea. He avoided looking at the courtyard, his face seemingly neutral as always, but your careful eye caught the ghost of a smile on the butler's face and it sent a chill down your spine.

"Say, my Lord, if you don't mind me asking, Barbatos ensured me you were working on documents for RAD. However, I noticed the stationary you were using a few moments ago," a feint blush dusted across Diavolo's face and he averted his gaze to the table in front of where he sat. You let out a short, triumphant hum, "I knew it. Lucifer is going to be maaaddd." You teased him and his blush deepened.

Diavolo let out a sigh, knowing fell well you're too stubborn to drop the subject. The normal cheerful tone in his voice turned genuine, sincere. "I-"

"You were writing letters to your father again, weren't you?" It was a habit the Demon Prince never grew out of. You had caught him several times before but Diavolo always made the papers disappear before you could get close enough to read them.

"I know you've said it's pointless and a waste of time but he's going to wake up, Y/N any day, I can feel it." You looked to him, the gleam of hope in his eyes only intensified your heart breaking and you offered him a small smile.

You both continued your tea, discussing various topics regarding RAD and the progress of your exchange program. The conversation flowing just like always, you were content to not ask again about the letters and Diavolo was more than happy to indulge himself back into this life he'd created for himself.

When The Caretaker makes his move, Lord Diavolo will be ready.

[gabriel-agreste-has-no-rights]

Rating: G

Summary: The battle isn't going quite as planned, but Marinette always has faith in her partner, no matter what miraculous the two of them wear. (Or: Mister Bug and Multimouse get trapped in a closet.)

Word Count:  1675

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“I’m so sorry Mari—Multimouse,” Mister Bug corrected himself.  “I should’ve used my Lucky Charm before Stormlight locked us in here.”

His voice guided her in the darkness, and she fumbled towards him.  Fortunately, in the hotel’s custodial closet, there wasn’t far to go.

“It’s not your fault.  I should’ve known this was a trap.  Hawkmoth’s been too smart lately to give us an akuma out in the open.”  

She bumped into a few unidentifiable objects (ow that hurt her shin) before reaching her partner.  Her hand twined with his automatically.  Before she could remember she wasn’t Ladybug, that this wouldn’t be one of their normal touches, he squeezed back.

“I’m the professional here.  That means it’s my job to stop clowning around and get us out safely.”  His voice was uncharacteristically serious.  

She wished she could catch a flash of his green eyes, his smile, anything.  But the darkness was too heavy for even his yo-yo to illuminate.  Stormlight’s power fed on any kind of light that came on in the building, shooting it up towards the thunderstorm brewing in the sky.

“If only I had my night vision.”  He pounded a fist on the locked door.  “Or my Cataclysm.  It’s too early to use my Lucky Charm now.  Or at least, I think it is…”  

He trailed off with a sigh.  “I wish Ladybug were here.”

Marinette scooted closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder.  She knew they needed to get out and defeat Stormlight, but they’d never win if her partner felt he wasn’t up to the task.

“I bet she wishes she was here, too,” she murmured.  “She wouldn’t have lent you her miraculous if it weren’t important.”

He laughed hollowly.  “I’m surprised she trusted me with it at all.  The last time I was Mister Bug, all I did was screw things up.”

Her eyes widened, not that it helped her see any better.  “No you didn’t.  You and Lady Noire beat the akuma and sentimonster just fine.”

“Only because she figured out my Lucky Charm for me,” he said.  “Why didn’t she give the ladybug miraculous to you?  You pulled off that crazy plan when we fought Kwami Buster.  I bet you’d make a great Ladybug.”

Her face heated under the praise.  Of course, the whole reason he had her miraculous right now was because she couldn’t be Ladybug.  Lila was too close to figuring out her secret identity, and she felt like she could hardly breathe at school anymore.  If Marinette could lose her trail by being Multimouse for a few weeks, maybe things could go back to normal.

But either way, she needed Mister Bug.  What if something terrible happened to her?  She was the Guardian and Ladybug.  She needed someone ready to take her place if the worst happened.  Under Wayzz’s direction, she’d already begun to train Nino as an apprentice Guardian.  

But being Ladybug was in many ways more difficult.  She needed someone who could think on their feet, who wouldn’t flinch at running into danger.  Someone who understood how important it was to keep their identity secret.

As much as she hated to ask it of him, there was no one else who could do her job better than Chat Noir.

“You’re going to make a great Ladybug too, Mister Bug.”  She smiled reassuringly before remembering he couldn’t see it.  “Don’t get discouraged.  We’ve always been able to win together.”

“I don’t think one time counts as always,” he muttered.  “And like I said, you came up with that plan.  Do you have any more big ideas?”

She bit her lip.  “Not really.  I can’t see a thing in here either, and I can’t feel enough space under the door to crawl through if I use Multitude.”

“Great,” he grumbled.  “How long do you think it’ll be before Stormlight shows up and puts us out of our misery?”

“Don’t talk like that Chat—uh, Mister Bug!  We’ll find a way out… somehow.”  She rested her forehead against the door.  “I trust you.”

He’d always been there for her.  During Stoneheart, Gamer 2.0, Miracle Queen—like the tide, he always rose when she fell. 

“...Thanks, Multimouse.  Sorry for bugging you with my problems.”

She laughed even though the pun wasn’t that funny.  It was just a relief to hear a fraction of her partner’s humor return.

“I’ll go ahead and use my Lucky Charm.”

She heard his yo-yo whizz up into the air, though it was weird not to see any pink flashes as the Lucky Charm materialized.

He yelped as the object bounced off his head and landed in her arms.

“What even is this?”  She felt the soft object—no, multiple objects, bound together, like a… “A bouquet of flowers?”

“Now I really wish Ladybug were here.”  He sighed wistfully.

She was grateful he couldn’t see her cheeks pinken.  “Keep your pining to yourself, Buggaboy.  It’s time to use that big brain of yours and get us out of here.”

“You really think my brain’s big?”

“Focus.”

“Right, right.”  He took the bouquet back from her.  “Huh… these aren’t real flowers.”  She heard the distinctive sound of him sniffing.  “Yep, definitely fake.  The petals smell like fabric, and there’s some kind of wire in the stems… that’s it!” 

“What?  What’s it?”

“Use your Multitude, and take this.”  He squeezed her shoulder with one hand, the other pressing a wire into her palm.  “You can get inside the lock and pick it!”

She grinned.  “Sounds like you’ve unlocked your true powers already.  Get ready to pick me up.”

“Of course, Mousinette.”

She unhooked the jump rope from her waist.  There wasn’t much room in the closet, but hopefully she’d still be able to pull off her power.

“Stand back,” she warned.  Her side grew cold as he retreated.

Her jump rope thwaped against shelves and other unseen objects, but she still managed to shout “Multitude!” and toss it into the air.  It wrapped around her seconds later, and then she was splitting apart.

She’d only used Multitude once before, and it felt just as weird the second time.  It was almost like her appendages had each disconnected, but were controlled by her same mind.  At least the darkness meant she didn’t get disoriented by seeing out of eight sets of eyes.

Mister Bug’s hands finally bumped into her.  Well, one of her anyway.  She honed her focus on the Multimouse in his palm.

“Gotta be around here somewhere… ha!”  He slid her into the lock.  “You think you can get that picked before I transform back?”

“Piece of cake.  Or should I say piece of cheese?”

“You know, I’m almost starting to miss the smell of stinky cheese…”

Her heart twinged.  He was probably missing Plagg as much as she missed Tikki.

She pushed that thought aside and focused on bending the wire to fit the tumblers.  Without her sight, it was more difficult than she’d anticipated.

“Need an extra paw—er, hand?”  Mister Bug asked.

“Paw is right.  Can you lift a couple of my duplicates up here?”

“I’ll carry you anywhere, little Mouse.”

She bit the inside of her cheek.  Because she was distracted, each of her duplicates ended up mimicking the action.  Why did it feel so much different when her partner flirted with Multimouse than with Ladybug?  ...Would he just flirt with any girl he partnered with?

Stop that.  Chat Noir—er, Mister Bug—can flirt with whoever he wants.

She split her attention between three pairs of arms, weaving the wire through the lock.  His miraculous beeped just slightly off-beat from hers.  Why was this taking so long?  Surely she should just be able to twist the tumblrs and— 

The lock finally clicked.

“Phew.”  Mister Bug pushed open the door.  No light came out the other side, but she could feel a faint breeze.  Stormlight’s tempest must be picking up.  “I guess I shouldn’t have worried.  Even if we detransformed in there, we wouldn’t have been able to see each other.”

“I wouldn’t have been able to see you, you mean.”  The three of her duplicates leapt out of the lock, joining back with the rest of them.  It was easier to focus once all of her was in one piece.

“Right.  After you, my La—er, Multimouse.”

She froze in the doorway.  “What did you just say?”

“Um, after you?”

“No, after that.”

“...Multimouse?”

Maybe she’d misheard, or imagined his slip.  That had to be it.  There was no way he could know her identity, right?  She’d feel so much better if she could see his face.

“Sorry.  I shouldn’t lie to you.  I almost called you my Lady, but don’t—don’t read too much into that,” he said quickly.  “Your voices sound so similar, and I guess I just miss her too much.  Not that I don’t appreciate you!  You’re amazing, Mari—er, Multimouse.  I couldn’t do this without you.”

Phew.  She was safe for now, but maybe she should try disguising her voice more in the future.  In the dark, it must be even easier to hear her as “Ladybug.”

“Er, ah—no worries, Mister Bug.  I know how important she is to you.”   

Come to think of it, his voice had sounded awfully familiar himself… no, just wishful thinking again.

“Heh.  Thanks for understanding.”

Thunder cracked outside, making her jump.  

“We better get moving,” she said.  “There’s no telling how much power Stormlight has by now.”

“And we’ve still got to recharge before we face him.”  He squeezed her hand.

Then he lifted it to his lips.  

Her own lips parted at the gentle kiss he left on her knuckles.  Her heart beat fast and hard enough to match the thunder outside.

“I… don’t suppose that was because I reminded you of Ladybug, was it?”  She asked.

“No.  That was a thank you.  For believing in me.”  

Though she couldn’t see his smile, she could hear it in his voice.  A soft smile spread across her face in return.

“Always, Mister Bug.”

[conaionaru]

Woman’s game (Ivar the Boneless)

The Cripple and the Drunk

Synopsis: During the feast before Bjorn’s raid to the Mediterranean, an ally joins them for celebration. One Son of Ragnar Lothbrok catches the eye of the Earls daughter.

Warnings: Ivar, mentions of raiding, drinking, sass, smut, choking, dirty talk (kinda), praise kink (cause we know Ivar needs some love), talk of impotence, slight homophobia at the end

I don’t own the gifs. The family tree is made on the MEWHO? phone app. Great app 10/10 would recommend^^.

The laughter of drunk Vikings was so loud one might have thought there was no music. Yet the celebration was more prominent than usual. After all, one of the Queens, sons is leaving for his first raid. Two sons of the legendary King Ragnar are going to discover unknown lands just like their father did before he became unforgettable. 

So a grand celebration to properly say goodbye and thank all their allies was in order. Aslaug sat behind a table with her sons, and Bjorn rounded the room greeting people. "The great Queen Aslaug. You have not aged a day; if it weren't for your sons all grown up, I would think you were still the same." The voice belonged to a woman in a dark blue gown with her dark hair tied up. She sauntered over to them and smiled at the Queen of Kattegat. "It is an honor to see you again, my Queen." 

"Earl Ylva, what a surprise to see you." Aslaug mussed, staring at the woman before her. The last time they saw each other, Ragnar went to Paris for the first time. Ylva and her husband joined Ragnar because of their thirst for glory, only for the man to lose his life, and Ylva take his place as Earl of Yugar. The female never got her revenge on the Franks and instead stayed in her Earldom with her children. And now she is back acting as if she did not spit in Ragnar's face the last time she saw him.

"Bjorn, send a messenger asking me if I wanted to come. I did want to ignore it, but my sons would not listen." Ylva confessed her face, a mix of anger and pride. 

Aslaug perked up at that and leaned closer to Ylva, offering her a seat near her. "So, you bought your sons with you?"

"I bought all of my children with me. All six of my vicious beasts." The older woman laughed before finishing her whole cup in one sip. The Ragnarsson looked at her in shock. They faintly remembered her from when they were children. She was very protective of her children, especially since she lost her husband. They knew she had many sons. Yet they never knew the exact count.

"So, you have six sons?" Ubbe asked curiously, looking the woman over. She didn't look like a mother of six; she had a few faint wrinkles on her face. Yet no hint of a worn-out mother of a pack of 'vicious beast'. 

"Gods, no. Only five. The sixth is my daughter. Thank the gods for that." Ylva laughed, looking at Aslaug with a raised eyebrow. "Sons are alright, but what I wanted from my marriage was a daughter. But apparently, I had to push out five  little menaces before I could finally rest. I take it, you understand; you do have a lot of sons too."

Aslaug smirked at that, taking a sip of her cup of mead. "Oh, I do understand—blessings and curses at the same time." 

Ivar frowned up at his mother, offended. "Am I a curse, mother?" Aslaug looked towards her youngest son and smiled at him kindly. 

"Of course not." Ivar grinned at that answer while Sigurd scoffed only for Ubbe to shush him. A man walked by them trailing behind a pretty girl with auburn hair and a dark dress with a flower pattern. He looked angry as he spat curses at her for ignoring him. The girl then spun on her heel and looked at him, one eyebrow raised and a smirk on her lips.

She swirled the liquid in her cup around as she made the man uneasy with her stare. "I am not interested. There is nothing..." Her blue eyes trailed up and down his frame stopping at his crotch. "Impressive about you. You would be a waste of time. Now leave." 

Hvitserk choked on his drink, while Ubbe smirked at the cheeky female. The insulted man stomped off, muttering how she was an ungrateful whore. The girl looked at the two mothers behind the table and smiled. "Mother, I have been looking for you all over. My Queen, Prince's." 

After bowing, the Ylva's daughter sat down next to the Earl and smiled at the Queen. "If you keep scaring away every man, I will never get rid of you, love."

The auburn-haired female smirked at that and let out a fake laugh. "I don't scare every man away, Mother. Only the ones that dare to speak to me." She trailed her keen eyes over the people around the table and looked at Margrethe. The blonde thrall looked miserable sitting next to Ivar. "Men are such bores. Women, on the other hand, are more exciting. Fewer problems with them." She studied the pretty thrall who blushed under her gaze. She was shamelessly flirting with the other girl.

"Love." Warned Ylva disapprovingly, angered by her daughter's attitude around the royal family. 

"Don't worry, mother. I didn't swear off men just yet." She looked around the room and frowned at a group of men eating mushroom while in a burping contest. "Unfortunately."

"You must be Ylva's daughter," Aslaug called out, watching the pretty girl who had all of her sons, expect Ivar, staring at her in awe. Despite her earlier anger, the Earl smirked in pride and pulled her daughter closer.

"Aslaug, this is my pride and joy, Skuld." The young girl smirked at the introduction and said, " What a pleasure it's to meet the Queen of Kattegat.

"Skuld is the name of the goddess of destiny. So are a Valkyrie also?" Hvitserk teased flirtingly, making the girl look over her shoulder and lean closer to him. 

"I do sometimes have the desire to send people to Valhalla. But I am no goddess, my Prince." Skuld teased back, making Ubbe laugh at his brother's attempt. 

"You are quite a beautiful girl, Skuld. You must have many suitors." Aslaug voiced, thinking of engaging the girl to one of her sons. She interested the Ragnarssons, and an alliance with a strong shieldmaiden and the Queen of Kattegat might come in handy. 

"Oh, I do, but they never stay for too long," Skuld explained, making a thrall refill her empty cup. 

"With how pretty and smart you are? Why would anybody want to leave?" Ubbe took his turn, trying to woo the newcomer. The Earl's daughter turned in her seat to face him better and locked their gazes together. 

"That is very easy to answer, my Prince." She leaned closer, making Ubbe do the same. "I... have a terrible personality." She burst out laughing, making Hvitserk laugh at his older brother in return. So Ubbe hit him over the head for good measure. 

A cup slammed against the table, startling them all. They turned their heads towards the sound source to see Ivar glaring at Skuld with a terrified Margrethe by his side. "You are so annoying. You must not have gotten a lot of attention as a child, going around charming and insulting men." 

Everybody looked at him in shock while Skuld laughed at his attempt to insult her and sipped from her cup. "Oh no, I got plenty. I just got addicted to it. But you must know all about that, my Prince."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Ivar hissed back, glaring at her with all his might. He looked like a rabid dog ready to murder his prey at any moment. 

"What do you think it means?" Skuld teased her voice like honey while she leaned over the table, showing her cleavage to the angry Prince. 

Ylva pulled her daughter back by her arm and looked at her with a raised eyebrow, trying to remind her who she is talking to. "How many cups have you had, love?" Skuld looked at her mother with a face void of any emotion before smiling at her kindly.

"Not enough if I am to spend the whole night here." She whispered back before gracefully standing up and looking at the Queen. "It has been a pleasure meeting the woman who charmed the legendary Ragnar Lothbrok, and your sons, of course. But now, if you excuse me, I must go annoy other people."

And with that, she left the table to refill her cup and mingle with the crowd of drunken Vikings. She could see some of her brothers standing around drinking, boasting, or flirting their way thought the feast. She loved feasts as big as this. She could easily go around drinking the night away without her family breathing down her neck about her behavior. Her mother tolerates a lot but from her children, but her patience wears thin whenever they make fools of themselves before essential people.

'The great shieldmaiden Ylva the Bold. The woman who killed more men than her late husband. As brave as a lion with her six cubs ruling over Yugar as she deserved. How many bards sing praises of her glory.' What a load of bullshit it was. Her mother was a strong woman, yes. But she was nothing unusual in Skuld's eyes. She knew her since birth; she was fed by her, bathed, played with her. Ylva the Bold was a mother first, then she was an Earl and shieldmaiden second. 

Her children didn't carry their father's name, for it would get no recognition anymore; he died an honorable death fighting on foreign soil alongside Ragnar, Lagartha, Bjorn, Halfdan, and Harald. But their mother's name held more power. They were Ylvassons and Ylvasdottir to everyone. So they used those names with pride. Afterall they were lions too, and lions fear no one. 

"Hello." Rolling her eyes at the man's audacity, Skuld turned around to be greeted with a tall, handsome man before her. He had fiery red hair like fire and the greenest eyes she ever saw. "My name's Njord. I couldn't help but come over; your beauty is just so... intriguing."

Skuld smiled at the handsome stranger and took a step closer to him till they were chest to chest. Or chest to stomach in her case. "I am Skuld Ylvasdottir. It must say you are intriguing as well. Where are you from?"

The man was obviosly flattered by her compliment by the way his chest puffed up in pride. Or the smirk that he now wore on his face, as if he did some remarkable deed by getting her to talk to him.  Truth is Sklud liked to play with her victims before she rejected them. It was more fun that way, to build up their confidence only to see them burn and crumble afterward. 

"Ylvasdottir. So I did get to talk to royalty today, after all. And here I was concerned I would be ignored today. Have you come to say goodbye to your family? Or you secretly a shieldmaiden yourself?" He was charming; she had to give him that. But Skuld had better things to do than to talk to a man. Discover the bottom of the mead barrel, for instance. Maybe if she got drunk enough, she would look for him.

"Oh, I am no shieldmaiden. My mother likes to say the only weapon I wield is a sharp tongue. I leave the bloody messes to my brothers; they take more joy in it than I. And you? Only saying farewell or going away too?" She hid her lips behind her cup to cover her smirk before his forest green eyes. 

The redheaded Viking pulled her to his side by her waist and looked down at the surprised girl. "I am sailing away, of course. Make a name for myself. I arrived with Harald Finehair, and I will come back alive and famous. The Ragnarssons will envy my success, and women will throw themselves at me. " And al the possibilities of sleeping with him were gone now. He spoke of glory as if it was so easy to gain. If it was that simple everybody would be famous and well known. But fame demanded sacrifice, sometimes too high of a price to bear. And yet this man though he would gain it by sailing alongside better men than him. What a fool. He would come back to Kattegat as a corpse.

"So that is why you are talking to me? To see if I will throw myself at you right now?" She questioned her tone of voice, giving nothing away. Deep inside, she already hated him, but she was taught to hide her distaste behind polite smiles and fake laughs—anything to please the simple-minded warriors that could become useful one day. 

The Viking shook his head and put his large hand on her face, caressing her smooth cheek with affection. "I don't want to offend you. If I did, please forgive me. I just couldn't help myself; you are the most intriguing girl I have ever seen. I had to talk to you, even if I am not famous yet.  But I am strong, intelligent, and kind. I would be perfect for you."

She wanted to throw her drink at him or slap him. Who does he think he is? She wasn't drunk enough to deal with a man too full of himself, touching her without permission. Luckily for her, she spotted her mother in the crowd talking to Harald, Halfdan, and Bjorn. She took the overconfident Viking by his arm and led him towards the group. Skuld made sure to sway her behind a little bit so he would look at it instead of where she is guiding him. 

"And she said yes? I am surprised by that." Bjorn said, looking at Ylva, who chuckled at his teasing tone. 

"Oh, I was as surprised as you are. But I won't complain, it does make things easier this way. No need to worry now." She explained watching Halfdan, who stood a little to close to her for her liking. But his attention was caught by something else instead. A thin arm wrapped itself around her upper arm. 

"Mother, I was looking for you. Prince Bjorn, what an honor to meet the oldest Ragnarsson." Skuld leaned against her mother to steady herself playing it off as affection, but by the fake laugh her mother let out, she knew the truth. "Let me introduce my friend, Njord. He is certain he will become so glorious at the end of your journey that even you will envy him."

The bear-like Viking looked at the shorter redhead with one lifted eyebrow. All of Njord's earlier confidence was gone as he stood there looking like he will piss himself at any moment. He excused himself and ran off as Bjorn, Halfdan, and Harald laughed. 

"Must you always terrorize the poor men, sister?" Her older brother Brandr walked towards her and pulled her off their mother's arm. He dressed up for today; he was trying to find himself a wife with no luck. He didn't like that three of his older brothers were already married. So here he stands in a red tunic with his dark hair neatly brushed.

"It's their fault if they get handsy. If I led him to Gunne, he wouldn't have any hands anymore." She said back, glaring at her annoying brother. They always patronized her because she was the youngest and the only girl. Whenever she behaved as they would, they would scold her as if she was a misbehaving child. 

"Well, then humiliation sounds better. I apologize for my warrior. He is very young and foolish, but he is a good fighter." Harald said, looking the young girl over. She took after her father, like most of Ylva's children. 

Skuld looked at the man who wants to be king of all Norway, and then her eyes trailed to his brother. She smirked at how close the man stood by her mother and looked back at Harald. "No worries. I am sure he will make excellent arrow fodder. I wish you all the luck in your journey; you will need it if you surround yourself with men like him."

Brandr rolled his eyes at her and reached for her cup. "Give it here; you have had enough!" Skuld pulled her arm back and glared at him with all her might. Which was a lot considering she is Ylva's daughter. Bloodthirst and death threats were hereditary in their family. 

"You touch my cup, and I will bash your head in with it." She hissed, making the group freeze. Ylva reached out for her daughter, who has been acting far too strange this evening only for Skuld to sidestep her. "On second thought... Take it. It is empty anyway." She trusted her cup into his chest, making him glare back her with the same amount of hate.

The auburn-haired Viking took a few steps away from them but change her mind and turned back around to look at Halfdan. "You touch my mother, and I will torture you until there is nothing left to bury." She mockingly bowed to them all before looking at her mother with a small smirk on her lips. "I am going to get some air. Goodnight for now." And then she walked away and out of the Hall. 

Skuld leaned against a wooden pillar and watched the dark city while laughter and drunken shouting echoed around her. Her head was pounding, and she wanted to scream in frustration. "Have you come to insult me again?" 

She looked over her shoulder at Ivar, who glared up at her. He crawled out of the feast to get some air, but it was just his luck to meet that rude whore again. "You are not that special woman." Skuld chuckled at his venomous words and looked back at the city, ignoring the crawling Prince behind her. She closed her eyes, trying to silence the noises in her head and taking deep breaths.

"You are to stay with us while everyone's out raiding." Ivar pointed out all of a sudden, making her chuckle. 

"I am well aware, thank you. Why do you think I am drinking. I am trying to destroy my reputation so that you will send me far away. Preferably home. And it seems I have succeeded with you." Ivar snorted at her explanation and swung his legs over the edge of the wooden floor below them. Skuld slowly sat down next to him, sighing as a cool breeze swept by them. 

"It did not work. You will stay here. Unfortunately." Ivar mocked, looking out at sea. He had a lot on his mind since his father came back. He was to leave for England with him, so luckily, he wouldn't have to spend time with the annoying girl. 

"I told my mother I would throw myself off the nearest cliff if she leaves me behind. All she said was that it is a great honor to stay under the Queen's protection. How ridiculous. No offense to your mother." Skuld spat out before collapsing back on the floor, causing Ivar to look at her as if she lost her mind. She laid on her back, her arms spread out with her feet dangling over the edge of the floor. 

"What are you doing?" Ivar asked, annoyed by her ridiculous behavior. 

"Sobering up. I am in no mood to bed someone, so instead, I am out here with you. Which does nothing good for my pride." She said, playing with a strand of her hair twirling it around her finger over and over. 

Ivar glared at her and slammed his palm down next to her face leaning over her like a snake ready to strike. "If you are so disappointed about spending time with a cripple, then go jump off that cliff. You are not wanted here anyway." He spat the words in her face making her flinch and wipe his spit off her visage with disgust. 

She looked into his stormy eyes and raised one of her perfect eyebrows at his attitude. "I meant your personality, not your affliction. Now get off me before you give me ideas, and I take you to bed."

Ivar wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezed her neck, cutting off her air. Skuld gasped out softly and wrapped her smaller hand around his, yet she didn't try to pry his hand off. "That doesn't help you at all." She whispered, her eyes hooded and darker before slowly licking her pink lips. She raised both of her eyebrows at him, daring him to take the invitation and kiss her. Yet Ivar only let go of her neck and glared at her.

He crawled away, muttering underneath his breath, making her chuckle and reach out to him. She rolled over onto her stomach and called out to him. The youngest son of Ragnar looked back at her with a raised eyebrow. "Don't leave, my Prince. The night is still young." She seductively drawled out her breasts, nearly falling out of her dress as she raised herself onto her hands and crawled over to him on all four. 

Ivar watched her move, not breathing as the pretty girl stalked towards him, licking her lips once again. Skuld stopped when they could feel each other's breaths in their faces. She looked at his lips and then into his eyes, she smirked at the dark look in her eyes and kissed him. Ivar's hand wrapped around her throat again and pushed her away, making her whine in annoyance. "Stop it." He ordered only for her to pout.

"Stop playing around. You are so annoying yet interesting at the same time. Do you not want to bed me? Am I not your type?" She asked softly, trailing her fingertips down his neck. 

Ivar snarled and let go of her neck but didn't leave. So he was interested after all. "Go fuck somebody else."

"What if I don't want to fuck somebody else. I am not interested in those drunken fools inside, or your pestering brothers. I want you, Ivar the Boneless, son of Ragnar Lothbrok." Ivar rolled his eyes at her seductive tone, making her sign at his stubbornness. She liked the challenge, but usually, she had to fight men off, not fight for them. 

"Why? Never fucked a cripple?" Ivar mocked as Skuld sat back on her knees, watching his chest rise and fall. She shook her head and fixed her necklace and hair, so if somebody walked out, she wouldn't look too ridiculous. 

"That has nothing to do with it. I like people with sharp tongues and brains; you aren't the silent type, and I don't think you are stupid either. Otherwise, I would be naked already. So what about me is putting you off? I will not pressure you anymore; I am just curious." Skuld explained her auburn hair falling over her shoulder as she trailed her finger up and down the floorboards. 

"You are annoying; that's why." Yet his eyes betrayed him. He was looking at her cleavage, and his fists were clenched in anger. 

"You are nervous."

"I am never nervous."

"Is it your first time?" Skuld questioned her head tilted to the side, trying to find out why the boy before her kept resisting her even though he wanted to sleep with her. She wouldn't force him if he didn't want to, but she was curious why he fought her so much when he kissed her like a starving man before he pushed her off.

"It is not my first time." Ivar spat back his nails, digging into his palms. He snatched her wrist and yanked her towards himself. Skuld crashed against his chest, but he steadied her by putting his arm around her waist and kissing her once again. 

When they pulled back, Skuld looked deeply into his eyes and softly chuckled. "If it's not your first time, then why are you nervous?"

Ivar ignored her question and kissed her again, his arm around her waist tightening painfully. Skuld put her hands on his shoulders and drew his closer before she pulled away to catch air. "I am not going to fuck you here. So either move or let go." 

Ivar let her go and led her to his chambers. The wooden door closed behind her as the fire in his room burned brightly, ridding her of the coldness she felt before. Ivar climbed on his bed, looking uncertain. But when he opened his mouth to tell her something, he was met with her naked frame, her dress around her ankles.

Skuld slowly walked to him, but when she saw the wavering confidence, she stopped her advances. "You sure you want to? I won't say anything if you say no." Ivar swallowed but put his hand on her hip and caressed the smooth skin there. 

"I did try before. But it didn't work. " He explained, reminding her of somebody who confessed to breaking something. She smiled at him and kneeled before him. She put his face between her hands and looked deep into his eyes. 

"We can try if you want to. Maybe she wasn't that pretty, or you were too nervous. If you don't want to, we can stop. I could leave, or we can just talk instead. Your choice, Ivar." The Viking looked at her face before bringing her into another kiss. He stroked Skuld's skin roughly, which made her moan. The moans were exaggerated as his hands were a little bit too rough and inexperienced for her taste. Yet the sounds of pleasure gave Ivar more confidence, which made Skuld happier. 

He kissed her neck as she trailed her hands over his hands that stroked her sides. She pushed them towards her breasts instead, hoping he would get the hint, which he did. Suddenly he pulled away snarling in frustration. He took off his gloves that protect his hands from the ground when he crawls. Skuld kissed his neck while he fondled her breasts in fascination, all of a sudden, she didn't have to fake her pleasure. 

She rubbed her crotch against his, hoping to feel him get hard, yet nothing happened. She frowned at that and tried a different approach. She bit the spot where the shoulder meets the neck, yet all it got from him was a growl and a harder grope. Skuld trailed her hand down his stomach and took off his tunic. She then ghosted her fingers over his skin, goosebumps following her. The auburn-haired Viking kissed, licked, and bit his neck while she massaged his tense shoulders. 

Short gasps and breathy moans left Ivar's lips, while he focused on touching Skuld. He knew what she was trying to do, and the fact that his cock was still soft angered him. It's like with Margrethe all over. Yet Skuld didn't give up. 

"You want to know why I wanted to bed you?" Skuld whispered into his ear, her voice breathy. Ivar swallowed hard and softly nodded as the bit his earlobe. "Your face. Those piercing eyes, that jaw those lips and gods your hands." 

She kept whispering and moaning into his ear, flattering him with every word. He liked the sound of her voice like this, the seductive tone laced with pleasure and need. Ivar especially liked the meaning behind her words, no jests or mean words, only things that made his chest swell in pride. 

Skuld ground her crotch harder against him and smirked when she felt him harder. "I have met many men, but none like you. I see your future, Ivar Lothbrok. You are to be a significant man, loved by many, and feared by more. You are a legend in the making. Not because of your father, but because of yourself. No one will ever forget you."

Ivar gasped and froze when he felt himself grow hard he pulled her back by the hair, as Skuld moaned at the roughness. He looked into her eyes in awe, yet the girl only smiled at him. "What's wrong, my Prince? Are you not enjoying yourself?" She teased before he kissed her again. She lowered his breeches with his help and sunk down on him. Ivar froze at the tight heat around him while Skuld whined into his ear, praising his size and grith. 

The auburn-haired female braced herself against his shoulders and moved on top of him, biting and sucking on his neck. Ivar gripped her hips in a bruising grip, but Skuld said nothing about it. She would have to lay off bedding anyone for a while. 

Again she pulled away from his neck and looked him in the eyes; they were hooded with pleasure as his lips trembled in need. Skuld liked the look on him; it was a nice change to the earlier anger and arrogance. Suddenly he wrapped his hand around her throat, making her moan out loud and tighten on him. When Ivar lost his concentration, did she cover her small hand around his throat too and looks him in the eyes. She pressed her thumb against his artery and smirked. "Like that, I don't want to die tonight." 

Ivar fixed his grip on her neck as she advised, he trusted against her movements while she clung to his shoulders as he finished before her. Yet Skuld followed soon after when he tightened his grip on her neck. They collapsed against the furs of his bed, both breathing heavily with blissed-out expressions on their faces. 

"See. I was right; she wasn't good enough." Skuld teased, rolling off him and ready to leave the bed. But Ivar's hand on her wrist and his pleading look made her stop. She sighed and laid down next to him, pressing his face against her chest and stroking his arm. Ivar relaxed in her embrace and breathed in her pleasant scent of flowers and sweat. 

"Then, I suppose it's a good thing you didn't bed her instead," Ivar mentioned as Skuld chuckled at his jealousy. 

"I suppose you are right. Lucky me. Or you?" She teased, wrapping her leg around his, but Ivar hitched her limb higher so she wouldn't feel his thighs against hers. Skuld didn't mention that she did feel them when she was on top of him, not wanting to ruin the moment. 

"Do you always bed strangers while drunk?" Ivar asked, not meaning it in a wrong way. He wanted to know if he was one in many or special.  

Skuld drew runes on his arms as she thought enjoyed the calm atmosphere around them. "Sometimes. Sometimes women, sometimes men, sometimes both if I am feeling adventurous."

Ivar paused at her carefree tone, rolled off of her, and looked at the smirking female. "So, you really bed women?" Skuld stopped her ministrations and propped her head against her head as she laid on her side. 

"Of course. Who knows a girl better than a girl? Or a man knows a man." She explained, smugly recalling her first experience with a woman—the little daughter of a farmer with doe eyes and short hair. 

"That's stupid. A man with a man is stupid." Ivar spat, making Skuld look at him with a raised eyebrow. 

"How come when a woman beds a woman, it's sexy and exciting. But a man beds another man, it's wrong. What are you a Christian? My brother bedded a Christian man once. He said their God didn't like that." Skuld argued the lightheartedness from her voice gone. She could take a lot, but a jab at her family was unforgivable. The only one who could do that was her. 

"Your brother beds men? Then he is not a real man. What pleasure is there is taking it up the arse like an animal?" Ivar hissed at her, glaring at the annoying girl that would live with them for a while. Yet Skuld didn't flinch at his anger. All she did was frown at him with her lips in a tight line as her blue eyes grew cold like the fjords. 

"How could you judge if you didn't try it? They both seemed happy, so why should it be wrong? Haldor beds men because he enjoys them. Nothing wrong with that. You enjoy women; some enjoy both, some neither. Don't be so narrow-minded, Ivar. Women had been some of the best fucks I ever had. So heed your word." Skuld hissed back and rolled over the bed, ready to leave again. "The people of Yugar don't care who fucks who as long as you don't throw it into their faces. And we are just an Earldom, how come the greatest trading city in all Scandinavia is so ignorant?"

Ivar rolled his eyes at her rant and glared at her naked back. "You are not allowed to leave." He ordered seeing her slip her dress back on. Skuld looked at the seething Viking with a teasing smile on her lips and kneeled on the bed before him. She crawled towards him on all four and boxed him between her arms, with her breasts pressed against his chest. 

"I don't like being ordered around. Neither do you. So do us both a favor and be quiet. And I will lay back down and stay a little bit longer. What do you say, my Prince?" Ivar looked into her in awe and slowly nodded, his mind fogged over with her tempting words. And so Skuld laid down next to him, hiding her pleased expression behind her locks of hair as she laid her head on his chest.