#he literally asks is Dick doing okay cause he looks different from behind and he was wondering if Dick stopped working out

[breebirds]

Not Jason telling Dick he has a flat ass and he’s old 😭

[ooffmlsorry]

OP Men When You're Injured

Context: I don't mean mortally injured, I'm talking something not too serious that kind of inhibits your movement like a broken bone or recovery from a surgery

Law, Kid, Ace, Luffy, Zoro, Sanji

Law

A/N: can we get a little commotion for this gif tho?? Why is he so perfect?? 😭

Law as a doctor is perfectly normal about your injury. He knows with some rest and eventual rehabilitation you'll be just fine. No big deal.

He makes sure you're healing well and comfortable, like he would with any patient

Law as your boyfriend is different.

In the case of an injury with no risk of infection, he'll press a kiss to it. Yes, like he's kissing your boo-boo 🥹

Law does not leave your side. He is your shadow. Where you go, he's right beside you or at the very least in the same room as you.

At first he deadass tries to convince you he's not lingering at all and he's the same as he always is.

But you both know he's lying. He practically moves his office wherever you decide to be for the day.

He can't help himself. What if you fall? What if you reinjure yourself? He's so pressed about the worst case scenarios, and given his past, can you blame him?

He quietly grumbles and pouts about his own "irrational" behavior because he knows in reality you can absolutely go about your day. You're a little slower but you're fine. But he just can't let you. As soon as you start to struggle, he's right beside you offering to help.

If you're aggravated by his hovering, he's twice as annoyed by it. He's literally so frustrated with himself lmao, you might end up having to comfort him instead.

Even if he complains (is it really complaining if he's actually happy lol) you're happy because all this extra time around you makes him extra affectionate. Law snuggles close to you, justifying his closeness by explaining how physical affection can lower cortisol levels.

KID

Oh Kid smh 😔he has no idea how to treat you so he just decides to behave like everything's normal lmao

Legitimately though, even if a inanimate object is what caused your injury, he's destroying it. Just out of pure fury that you were hurt.

He'll huff when you fall behind or have trouble doing something, but he just can't leave you to suffer

He's a man of action lol so he'll probably end up doing things for you just for efficiency sake. You're walking too slow? He picks you up. Can't grab or hold something? He'll do the whole thing for you and next time you try to do the same thing you find he's made something to make it a lot easier for you while you heal.

Anything you need to assist you he'll happily build.

If you have a cast or anything like that, he's gonna draw all over it (honestly, the whole crew will. You're gonna have the most bad ass cast ever)

He absolutely calls you a baby for wincing or complaining. He doesn't mean it...mostly.

If he's not keeping an eye on you than Killer is.

It's not like he's worried or anything! Fuck you for saying that!! He just doesn't want to hear or see you whining and complaining. It's annoying. Okay, sure Kid.

He genuinely hate seeing you in pain though, even if it's just wincing it reminds him of losing his arm and he never wants you to experience anything close to that.

ACE

Ace is your little emotional support boyfriend...or maybe it's the other way around 🤭.

He'll curl up at your side while you recuperate and completely dozes off.

He takes looking after you very seriously and asks Marco lots of questions, even if there's not a whole lot he can do.

He doesn't pity you, but he does feel really bad. Even if it was just an accident, he hates seeing you limited in any way.

He might accidentally treat you like you're made of glass.

It's just because he cares a lot, and he really doesn't want anything else to happen to you.

Every single morning he wakes up and asks how you're feeling or if you're in any pain.

There's a lot of people on the Moby Dick and accidents happen all the time, so don't be surprised when he literally clears a way for you to traverse around the ship.

I'm not saying he's impatient buuuut he will definitely glare at whatever part of you is injured and say, "Jeez, can you heal up already?"

He gives you space, but only if you ask for it. He just doesn't want you to feel like you're ever in this alone.

LUFFY

Luffy is neither patient nor gentle lol but he's extremely loyal

He'll goof off and continue to go on adventures, but he's not gone for long

Even his crew is surprised when tells them he's not going to get distracted because he knows you're back on the Sunny waiting for them.

He's always bringing cool things back to you since you can't do as much as you usually can. Just because you can't be right beside him doesn't mean you have to miss everything.

God bless him he's gonna try to bring you some meat so you'll heal faster 🤭.

He'll absolutely forget you're injured at some point and probably tackle hug you.

The last thing he'll let you do is stay cooped up in bed unless Chopper insists that you have to. Even if you need to rest you can do it right next to him on the head of the Sunny, right?

Exactly like Ace he's going to frown at whatever part of you is injured and say, "Jeez, can you heal up already?!"

He gets whatever you need and probably overdoes it. Need a glass of water? He just straight up brings you the whole barrel.

More is better! Besides, you need to hurry up and get better!

ZORO

He's not worried. He's so chill about it, actually. ...Until you start to move around.

The way he switches up is laugh worthy. He goes from nonchalant to overprotective in an instant.

He practically holds his breath as you make your way around the Sunny, watching you like a hawk.

Admittedly, he does tease you a little. He'll grab things for you, but hold them out of your reach or call you a little turtle if you move slower. He thinks it's very cute hehe.

For better or for worse, Zoro's not a hypocrite. He won't hound you to take it easy if you think you're up to a task. Even if Chopper really wishes he would.

He still won't leave you though, unless you're resting and stationary, he's by your side.

Zoro is your attack dog boyfriend. There's no way anyone (*ahem* Luffy) is fooling around too close to you. There's not going to be a chance you could get hurt more or reinjured.

When you're alone he checks in with you to make sure you're okay, not because he's shy about being soft in front of people but more so to protect your privacy.

He kind of likes doing extra things for you, he won't say it out loud but it makes him really happy when he can do things while you recover. He considers taking care of someone he loves to be such an honor.

SANJI

Unless whatever injured you is vitally important (e.g. the Sunny), he's kicking the shit out of it on principle because how dare anything even dare to hurt you lmao

Are you surprised that he dotes on you hand and foot? You shouldn't be.

I think it also goes without saying he is cooking you best meals.

They're gonna have to tie him down when it comes time for your rehabilitation because he wants to do everything for you.

He's such a sweet heart! He leaves you little messages like "you're doing great!" and "I love you!"

Literally this man lives with you on the ship and he still got you flowers, a get well card, and a little stuffed animal like he's not going to see you every single day

He loves carrying you (as long as it's Chopper approved). He's beaming down the sunny with you in his arms.

He makes the cutest little picnics so you can eat comfortably

Sanji's also an emotional support boyfriend lol. In between cooking for the crew and other duties, he's curled up right next to.

He might coddle you a little too much but it's just because he loves you so so so much

[kamiversee]

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁*𝘾𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

✧.* CHAPTER 15 || The New Information

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language, a bit of angst, and fluff.

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 4.2k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.

[ [ chapters mlist } ]

——"PLEASE GO AWAY," YOU SIGHED desperately in response to the man behind you as if your words would make him disappear.

That laugh of his you once found pleasant but now find annoying is heard. "Relax, sweets. I'm not here to bother you." Gojo hums.

You don't turn around to face him just yet, "Is Shoko here?"

"Nope." He replies simply.

Your brows furrow, "Then how'd you get in?"

"You should really check your text messages, love."

There's a pang in your chest at the sound of that specific pet name. "Don't call me that." You say through slightly gritted teeth.

Gojo scoffs, "Why?"

"Cause' you don't mean it." You explain simply, "You're just saying shit just to say it and it's baseless, it's fake."

"It's not, actually." He argues.

"Whatever. Why are you here?"

He diverts, "Was that Choso I just saw?"

"None of your business." You tell him. "Why are you here?"

"It actually is my business since you wouldn't even know the guy without me," Gojo argues.

You scoff, annoyance is stirring within you. "I might've."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," You whisper, your voice solemn. "I might've even had a chance with him..."

"You wanted one?" He scoffs again, "Seriously?"

"Yes Gojo, yes I did."

"Well he's still on the list so you can-"

"No, I can't." You cut off, "I can't get with him Gojo, you know that."

"What's stopping you from getting with him?" He asks in a confused manner.

You think you lose it after he asks such a stupid question. You slowly turn around to face the man and see him standing in front of your room, resting against the doorframe.

"Don't ask me stupid questions like that. Why are you here?" You voice out sternly.

It's clear that you're both tired and upset and Gojo even notices the way you're leaning back against the door to hold yourself up.

He raises an eyebrow, "Did you and him just..." Both of his eyebrows then raise as he makes his own assumptions. "Damn, three in one day? Are you becoming a whore?" Gojo gasps dramatically.

Your face twists up and you scowl, "What?"

"I mean, first you sucked Suguru off in his car, then you went and got pounded by Mr. Fushiguro, and then you somehow made time to sleep with Choso as well?" He assumes, "Shit, I'm impressed."

"What the hell? No, that's not what happened."

"So... why're your legs shaking so much?" Gojo asks with a concerned tilt of his head.

You glance down at yourself and then scoff. "Mr. Fushiguro has a big dick, that's why."

"Uhuh..." Gojo hums, unamused.

You then look back up to him. "And how did you know about me and Suguru...?"

"He told me."

"Of course he did."

Gojo shakes his head, "Y'know, if I keep paying you for every time you sleep with him, I'm gonna go broke."

"Not my problem."

"But it literally is."

"Where do you get all this money from anyways?"

"I have my sources." Gojo shrugs.

You blink. "Okay... Well, you agreed to pay me, so-"

"I didn't agree to you becoming a whore." Gojo claims. You can tell there's something about the whole thing that's bothering him.

"That's what I've been from the start though," You snap back, "Isn't it?"

He pauses. Those blue eyes of his simply stare at you from across the room and you notice you've got him stuck.

After a moment of thought, he speaks again. "Maybe. But the list is different..." Gojo says.

You roll your eyes, "How?"

"You're only supposed to fuck someone and get paid once."

"If that's the case, why'd you agree on allowing me to fuck someone and get paid more than once?" You ask with an innocent tilt of your head.

There's a vein popping out along the man's jawline and his eyes are low, "Cause' I didn't think you'd turn Suguru into your little fuck buddy."

"It was his idea, y'know." You blurt out. "He's the one who suggested the whole thing."

"So?" Gojo blinks, "You're the one who keeps meeting up with him."

"I need the money." You shrug.

"Is that the only reason you keep hooking up with him?" Gojo questions, chuckling a little. His distaste is obvious and written all over his face, "Cause' you need the money??"

"Yeah." You hum.

"Liar."

"What other reason would I have?"

"You're doing it to piss me off."

You laugh at his words, finding true amusement in the way he thinks everything is about him. "Oh please. I'm sleeping with Suguru because he fucks me well and I'm getting paid for it."

Gojo shrugs, "I could do the same thing."

"Yeah, but I don't like you." You tell him for what feels like the millionth time. "Even thinking about sleeping with you again makes me wanna throw up."

His face twists up in disbelief, "Bullshit."

"It's not."

"Nobody on that list, including Suguru, can fuck you better than me."

You can't help but laugh at the man again, "Mr. Fuhsiguro just did."

"Oh really?" Gojo scoffs.

"Yeah. His dick's bigger than yours too."

"Think I care?"

"Wouldn't be standin' here right now if you didn't."

"I'm actually only here to drop that off," Gojo tells you as he nods his chin toward the nearby counter.

You glance over and spot a few racks of cash designated for you. A pleased hum leaves you before you look back over to Gojo.

An eyebrow is raised at him, "Well, you dropped it off. Shouldn't you be on your way out now?"

"I should but..." Gojo suddenly pulls something out from behind his back. It's the journal you'd been writing in. "We've gotta talk about the stupidness behind writing down the details of the list in this journal of yours." He hums.

Your eyes go wide, "What the hell? Did you go rummaging through my room??"

"Uh, no. Someone left it sitting on their nightstand."

"You'd have to look into my room to see that..."

"I saw you changed your room around and took a peek," Gojo tells you honestly as if it's no big deal.

You don't know why but the fact that he even recognized the change in your bedroom stuck you oddly. Did you like the fact that he noticed? Or did it piss you off that he looked in there to begin with? Perhaps it was a bit of both...

"Okay, stalker much?" You say with an unamused laugh. You then begin to steadily make your way toward the man, your eyes locking onto the journal held in his hands. "Also, I need that back."

Gojo laughs at you and waves the item around, "You need this back? What for? At this point, it's like you're asking for someone to find it and figure everything out."

You lean against the nearby counter and halt yourself, "I-I'm not... I just wanted to keep everything organized."

"This is by far the dumbest way to do so." He comments, pushing himself off the wall and looking down at the journal.

Gojo makes his way over to you, his tall frame standing right in front of you. Those blue eyes of his are down on you, a taunting glint evident within his gaze.

You glare up at him, annoyed by every little thing about him-- his presence, his words, his voice, his stupidly handsome face, that attractive ass smirk he has as he stares at you, and the way his closeness makes you feel all weird inside.

"Just give me the journal and leave. Please?" You request with a sigh.

Gojo puts on this little pout to mock you, "How about no?"

"I thought you said you weren't here to bother me, this is bothering me." You huff.

He chuckles, "Sweets, I'm pretty sure everything I do bothers you." He then leans down to your face, "I bother you."

Your glare is continuous, "You do."

"Exactly so, that statement I made earlier was uh... what was it you said? Oh yeah, baseless." Gojo recalls.

The smirk he has on his face fades away and he leans up from your face. He then holds the journal up, "I'll be keeping this, 'kay?"

Your brows furrow and you instantly shoot a hand up to take the item from him. Your attempt fails as the man shoots his arm further up, extending it and making the journal out of your reach. A groan leaves you before you push up on your toes and continue to reach for it.

Gojo's smirk returns within seconds as he watches you struggle. The man then draws his arm back and you push yourself forward, nearly grabbing ahold of the journal.

Sadly, instead of grabbing it, your wobbly legs only cause you to fumble right into Gojo's chest and knock the two of you over and onto the floor with a thud.

You both groan in unison as you land on top of him, your face smushed against his chest. Gojo's quiet for a second and the two of you remain still for a long moment. He then snickers quietly and you lift your head and scowl at him.

"Fuck, don't look at me like that sweetheart. You're the one who jumped into me." Gojo teases.

You grit your teeth and push yourself up slightly, propping your upper half up with your arms and leaving your legs spread over his crotch. You spot the book loosely placed in his hand and move to grab it.

Gojo's got a steel grip on the item so as you try to take it out of his grasp, your body leans over him and your chest is right in his face while you try taking the journal from him.

You can hear him chuckling at the way you struggle, "Are you doing this on purpose?" Gojo asks.

You blink and look down at him, noticing the way your breasts are all above his face, "N-No." You hum.

The sudden feeling of his slim hands at your waist makes you flinch, "I mean, I'm not complaining... You should stay like this, actually."

For a moment, you almost let yourself get distracted. With his hands on your waist, you realize the journal is no longer in his grasp so you pick the item up off the floor.

"Idiot." You comment snarkily.

Gojo raises a brow before griping onto you tightly and abruptly flipping the two of you over, his larger body looming over yours. As you find yourself laid out on the floor, you keep the book held within your hand as tightly as you can.

You thought that would help you but with the way Gojo's legs were in between your own and the way his hands fly from your waist to your wrists, you steadily realize you have little to no control.

His fingers curl around your wrists and the man tilts his head at you, "C'mon, sweets, you didn't seriously think I was gonna let you take the journal from me that easily?"

You grimace, "Stop it with the pet name."

Gojo leans down to your face, his lips ghosting your own, "Or what?"

You grit your teeth again and stay quiet. What can you say to that when he's over your body like this? Part of you wanted to scream or spit on the man. You think your hatred for Gojo Satoru was at an alarming all-time high and you could feel your anger boiling in your veins.

Quietly, you look directly into his eyes and whisper back a simple, "I hate you so much."

Gojo pulls his face away slightly, "Do you?"

"I do." You hum, "I don't know how many times I have to say it for you to get it through that thick ass skull of yours but-"

Gojo puts a hand over your mouth and you think your eye twitches. "Nah, I get it... I just don't believe you." He whispers and you watch the way his expression sinks again, his eyes saddened.

And god do you hate the way your heart throbs at his stupidly solemn expression. He steadily takes his hand off your mouth and your wrist, sitting up and still hovering over you. He's quick to take the journal from you as he does so.

You'd yet to give up on getting that book back from him so the moment he sits up, you sit up too and push him right back down-- crawling over him, grabbing both of his arms and crossing them over his head while pinning his wrists down and snatching up the journal in one swift motion.

You now sit comfortably on his crotch, pinning his arms down with all of your strength and holding the journal up and far away from him. "Bitch." You utter to him, semi-playfully.

You do not imagine the throb of his cock beneath you in reaction and you scoff at him.

"Holy fuck," A mocking smirk spreads across your face, "You like that shit?"

"The hell are you talking about?" Gojo snaps back.

"Being degraded." You clarify, "You're into that, aren't you?"

"What? No." Gojo lies.

The way you start laughing at him makes his heart throb. "Gojo, I just felt you."

"Felt me what?" He responds plainly through slightly gritted teeth.

"Twitch, idiot."

"I didn't-"

"Yeah, you did." You cut off, smiling teasingly at the man, "You got turned on by me calling you a bitch."

"N-No, I didn't." He stammers.

"Yes, you did!" You say enthusiastically, chuckling afterward as you truly find it humorous. "Fuck, is that what you wanna be Gojo? Hm?" You tease, leaning down to him slightly and whispering, "Wanna be my little bitch?"

You're not sure what came over you all of a sudden since you weren't interested in sleeping with him or providing him any sort of pleasure but... Something about the situation was just oh so amusing to you.

Again, Gojo's cock twitches beneath you and the male feels the slight stiffening in his length. "Fuck you." He curses.

"You want to so badly, don't you?" You say cooingly. "That's why you're really here, right? You're mad that I've been fucking Suguru and not you."

"Tch. No, I'm not. I don't care how many times you fuck him as long as it doesn't cost me every single time." He hums.

You tilt your head, "Really, so knowing that me and Suguru fuck pretty often doesn't bother you?"

"Do you want it to?" Gojo says in full seriousness, the look in his eyes dark.

"What? No." You reply.

"Okay, then stop telling me about it."

"Or what? You'll get pissed off?"

"Yeah, actually."

"Why?"

"Because I..." The man shuts his mouth and turns his head to the side.

You blink, "Because you what, Gojo?"

"Never mind. Get off me." He diverts.

"Make me."

His eyes shift over to you, "We both know I could if I wanted to. I'm being civil right now so, please get off me."

You glare at him a little longer and he slowly turns his head to you. Gojo's gaze on you is a mix of possessiveness and anger. The man looks at you like you belong to him and yet something's bothering him at the same time. Meanwhile, your look down at him is filled with nothing but pure distaste.

The man utters your name for the first time in a while, his voice low and tone deep. "You're not moving... Why?" He asks.

You swallow, unsure of the reasoning behind your still state.

Gojo raises a brow, "Do you..." He scoffs, "Do you need help standing...?"

A flushed and embarrassed warmth spreads across your face as you look off to the side.

"Awww, Mr. Fushiguro really did a number on ya', didn't he?" Gojo teases.

"You're so annoying."

"I'm aware. But, y'know... you'll have to let my wrists go if you want me to help you up." He says.

You shake your head, "Do you think I'm dumb? As soon as I let your wrists go, you're just gonna take the journal from me."

"I am. But that's only because if you keep it, someone's gonna find out."

"Not everyone is nosy like you, Gojo."

"You'd be surprised." He fires back.

You open your mouth to say something else but the sound of your apartment door opening makes both of you go rigid as if you'd been caught doing something you weren't supposed to.

You look up and Gojo angles his head so that he too can see who just came in. To no surprise, Shoko Ieiri enters the apartment with raised eyebrows at the odd sight of you on top of Gojo pinning his wrists down.

"Oh... that's not..." Shoko chuckles lightly, trailing off as she closes the door behind her and stares at the two of you on the floor.

You and Gojo speak in sync. "It's not what it looks like."

Shoko blinks, "Right... sure it isn't... I mean, if I'm interrupting something, I can just leave and come back another time-"

"N-No," You hum, releasing Gojo's wrists and sitting up properly, still on his crotch. "You're not interrupting anything, I just uh... fell."

Gojo moves his hands to your thighs and squeezes them, "Fell into the perfect position, honestly. Shoko you walked in at a bad time, we were totally about to fu-"

"No, we weren't." You cut off, sending him a quick glare.

Shoko giggles at the banter between you two. "Am I missing something? Are you two dating?"

"No." You answer before Gojo gets the chance to.

She raises a brow at you, "Are you suuure?"

"Positive." You say firmly.

She folds her arms and gives you a skeptical look, "I dunno roomie, when I walked in  it looked like you guys were two seconds away from fucking on the floor-"

"We weren't! I swear." You say assuringly.

"Yeah?" Shoko teases, "Then, why're you still on top of him?"

You freeze. There isn't really a good way for you to explain that a professor fucked your brains out before you came home and then you fell on top of Gojo and now you can't stand without help...

"Uhh.." You trail off.

"She's keepin' my cock warm right now." Gojo blurts out spontaneously.

Shoko scrunches up her face, "Gross, are you two actually-"

"Oh my god! No!" You huff, looking down to Gojo, "I'm gonna hurt you."

He bites his lip, "Are you now?"

"You fucking freak..." You whisper, your words only catching his ears.

Gojo then sits up with you shifting into his lap before his hands go to your waist. "You're lucky Shoko's your roommate." He whispers back to you before helping you stand up.

The two of you soon make your way up off the floor and Gojo makes sure to stand slightly in front of you to hide the way your legs are still shaking slightly. The shake wasn't exactly noticeable unless you started walking but it seems like Gojo still wanted to hide it from Shoko anyway.

"So," Shoko hums, again narrowing her eyes at the two of you. "I let you borrow our spare key for one day and you come in bothering my roommate...?" She says playfully, her words directed toward Gojo.

His eyes widen, "I wasn't bothering her!"

"Bullshit," You murmur.

Gojo scoffs at you in response before directing his words to Shoko again, "Anyways, I was just about to leave."

"Were you?" Shoko asks, clearly unconvinced.

The man in front of you nods his head and then glances behind himself and to you, "Don't miss me too much, sweets." He uttered casually with a wink.

You don't respond to him with anything more than your usual glare. With a dramatic sigh at your lack of a reply, Gojo shrugs and heads toward the front door, passing Shoko and teasingly sticking his tongue out at her.

Shoko chuckles at the man before he leaves and she shuts the door behind him.

With a giddy grin on her face, she does this dramatic slow turn around to look at you. "Soooo, are you gonna tell me what's really going on between the two of you."

You're quick to freeze, having quickly tossed all the cash Gojo left on the counter and your journal into your room before Shoko turned around. Now you stand at your bedroom door, your back to the woman and your eyes widened.

"Nothing's going on between us," You hum, tuning your head back to her.

She visibly doesn't believe you. "Are you suuuure?"

You blink, "Shoko... do you want there to be something between me and Gojo?"

The woman scoffs at your words, "You even talk like him now, holy shit. How long have you guys been fooling around?"

"We're not fooling around at all." You sigh.

She folds her arms, "Y'know, you are a shitty liar, sweets." She comments on purpose, having heard the way Gojo used the pet name toward you.

You swallow, "Please don't start..."

Shoko starts walking toward you slowly, "C'monnnn, how long have you guys been fucking?"

You freeze, "H-Huh? What makes you think we're-"

"It's kinda obvious. Just be honest with me." She says sweetly.

"We... We slept together once, Shoko. One time." You tell her, making sure to be very clear with how many times you've been with Gojo.

A smile spreads across her face, "Aww, really?"

"Yeah, why do you look so happy about this??"

"Cause' that idiot does nothing but gush about you and I'm happy to hear he finally got what he wanted." She says with a sigh as she turns to head toward her room.

"He... He gushes about me?" You question softly, turning your body to follow the direction she's going.

You don't know why you're so intrigued by Gojo gushing about you but your curiosity is oddly high.

"Hm?" Shoko pauses and looks at you, "Oh, yeah, all the time."

It would've been nice to know that before the list... "Why didn't you tell me?" You ask.

"Cause' I refuse to give Gojo the easy way out. If he likes you as much as he claims to, he should be able to talk to you himself." She explains, "Instead, the dumbass said something about being scared of women."

"Seriously?"

"Mhm. Like I said, he's an idiot." She shrugs.

A slow nod of your head is given to her, "Right..." You still don't know why but, your curiosity is eating at you now, "So, wait, does he like like me?"

"Like like, as in, does he have a crush on you?" She asks for clarification.

You nod.

"Nah," Shoko responds simply.

The odd well of anticipation you had sunk instantly, "Oh-"

"I'm pretty sure he's like, in love with you," She suddenly blurts out, looking off to the side in thought. She then chuckles as she recalls something, "Yeah, I think it's way more than a crush."

"You're joking right?" You breathe out.

"Nope!" She says enthusiastically. "If you ask him at the right time, and actually give him a chance, I guarantee you he'll confess."

Okay, you'll give Shoko the benefit of the doubt since she doesn't know what you do. She's not privy to the fact that Gojo's selfishly blackmailing you to fuck a list of people. But even so, you can't help but wonder what makes her come to such a conclusion.

For Gojo to be in love with you, he has the worst way of showing it.

Shoko's words only make you scoff and shake your head, "I'll uh, I'll ask him about it one day."

"Oh my god, so you're gonna give him a chance?!" She asks excitedly.

"Uh, no. there's..." You look off to the side, "Someone else I think I have feelings for."

"Ouu, who is it?" Shoko hums, her brows raising.

"Uh, I'll tell you about him another day..."

She chuckles, "Promise?"

"Pinky." You grin.

Both of your pinkys rise to the air and from a distance you pretend to lock your fingers to seal the little promise you just made. The two of you then dip off into your perspective spaces and you're left with your thoughts.

Gojo in love with you? Please. That's the most ridiculous thing you've heard all week. Why would Shoko say such a thing? Aside from today, this was her first time even seeing the two of you interact with one another...

It's odd to you how she could've come to such a conclusion. Maybe there are things she and Gojo have talked about regarding you before you and Gojo started talking. Maybe there's a lot about the guy you don't actually know...

Fuck, why are you thinking about this anyways? Who cares? His being in love with you obviously isn't going to change the situation he's put you in so there's no point in pondering over it.

Instead, you'll refocus yourself on what's really important; Choso Kamo.

He's the guy you want next. Though, you hope the bubbling feelings in your chest won't get in the way of you trying to have sex with him. And even more, you desperately hope that he doesn't have feelings for you.

At least, not yet.

Feelings will bring nothing but complications into the whole thing and you want to avoid them as much as you can. Only until the list is over. Then, you'll move to pursue a relationship with Choso.

Yeah, that sounds like the plan.

What could go wrong?

GOJO SATORU ✔︎

GETO SUGURU ✔︎

TOJI FUSHIGURO ✔︎

KAMO CHOSO ☐

NANAMI KENTO ☐

??? SUKUNA ☐

??? NAOYA ☐

mlist || previous chapt || next chpt

[sanjisblackasswife]

okay so i had a silly idea and i needed to talk it out… what about… some fun during sex like it’s not embarrassing but you’re there fucking and then start to joke around and laugh or argue for fun… while fucking at the same time…. with the monster trio + law…. please timi ily 💞💕💓💗💖💘💝💞💞💝💖

“𝔽𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕪 𝕄𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝔻𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕊𝕖𝕩 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕞”

its not a silly idea lowkey reminds me of them funny moments of sex i did w them but anyways i Immediately thought of the different possibilities with Luffy🌚

Black Fem Reader

Ft. Sanji, Luffy, Law, Zoro

CW: Sex, but clumsy sex, laughter, established relationships

Luffy

One of the best things about sex with Luffy is that there is never a dull moment.

He makes sex so intimate yet exciting and most of all funny and sweet

For example, Luffy noticed how sore your body was from a very intense battle days prior and he suggested in giving you a massage since you always begged him to give you one

“Let me give you a message!”

“….a what.”

“A message! that thing you been asking me to do where I put my hands on your back—“

“A MASSAGE?!”

“Yeah thats what I said!”

You got naked, and Luffy didnt understand so he got naked too. Not necessarily questioning him, he was sitting on top of you, dick on your ass as he casually rubs oil on your back while you lay on your tummy.

“Mmmm thank you, Lu. You’re really good at this.”

“Don’t sound so surprised! You always said I’m good with my hands, like when i finger yo—-“

“OKAY LUFFY!”

It was a surprisingly nice silence between you both just for a while , but of course, Luffy being a guy, and with the slight friction and sounds of your pretty moans he started to get hard.

Luffy can usually ignore his boners but in his mind he doesn’t see why to do so if you’re both naked and in bed.

“Hm…um…Y/N…?”

“Hm?”

It was silence for a moment, you didn’t bother to open your eyes, being patient to hear what he has to say, instead you feel something tap your buttcheek.

It was Luffy. Non verbally asking to fuck you by slapping his tip on you.

“Yes, Lu.” You sigh playfully to his request, he giggles, thanking you for letting him slide himself inside you, he hovers over your back a bit, both hands forming gripping your ass as his hips thrust up into you like a dog. You’d be a liar to say his whimpers and pants from behind wasn’t riling you up more.

“Right~ there ah!~” The sounded of skin slapping as his cock dragged in and out, slightly hitting that small sweet spot on the left really had you so close to cumming until—

“Dammit!”

Luffy’s hands slipped, the oil and precum that was mixed on your ass caused him to lose balance and fall atop of you, and to make matters worse he slid off your wet body to then fall off the bed, holding your waist to bring you down in the process.

“Wha—!?”

So here you were, now on top of Luffy, oily, naked and on the floor of the rug. You both stare in confusion for a moment not registering what happened after you both shrieked. The silence overtook the room until Luffy began to burst out laughing with you.

“Why did you fall?!”

“Ion know..” Luffy kept giggling looking down at your lower body, adjusting you to slide back down on his cock, because sure you both kinda ruined the sexual mood, but that doesn’t stop him. “Just ride me then like you did last week.”

You groan, he was so exhausting, and as much as you wanted to protest, he smiled at you, his hair reverting back to it’s fluffy curly state due to sweat. Luffy kisses your lower lip and lays his head down to thrust up into you.

You didn’t mind at that point to finish sex on the floor.

It was Luffy after all.

Zoro

You and Zoro always bicker when like this and something doesnt go either of your guys’ way.

You both could be doing doggy style and Zoro gets pissy because you’re not letting him “do all the work”

It still ends with you both fucking like rabbits, but it’s still such a funny sight to see

“Are you trying to suck the soul out of me?!” Zoro literally was pulling you off his overstimulated dick since you wanted to suck him through his next orgasm, his face was so red and hot you nearly felt bad for how much you gave him a blissful sting after just orgasming.

“Yes, actually…” You smirked, small string of your spit and his cum falling down the corner of your lip, Zoro rolls his eyes .His shakey hand touches your face to wipe the fluid off your face to then put his thumb in your mouth.

“Shut up.” He grumbled, you roll your eyes, arms crossed between his legs suckling his thumb, you whine feeling Zoro place you on your back, upset you no longer have his digit swirling around your slutty tongue. “No more of that shit with you.”

“What shit.” You pout.

“Being so fucking pissy when you don’t get your way.”

“I always get my way so of course I’m ganna be pissy when I—AH~!”

Zoro wraps your thighs around his waist, you don’t even know when he pushed his way in your pussy all you could do was quickly grab onto his shoulders.

“Y-you! Fuck— asshole!” Complaining yet non stop moans hit your green haired boyfriend’s ear, you could feel his sly smirk against your neck while you try to get him to slow down.

You hated how easily he can make you melt once he is on top of you, his weight against yours, grunting and breathing harshly, almost as if he was trying to prove a point he begins talking in between strokes.

“You’re always—-so fucking—-annoying when you don’t listen to me.”

“Fuck! You! I don’t have to listen to shit!”

“Oh yeah?”

In an instant Zoro presses his lips against yours, allowing one hand you move your head closer as he forces his tongue inside you mouth, and just like he predicted you couldn’t help yourself but to latch onto it moaning.

“You’re so full of shit—MMPH!”

You can keep talking your shit, it doesn’t matter to Zoro, he loves it actually, your words as naughty as your body begging for more and he does just that.

You both don’t know what it is about acting out this love/hate relationship during sex, but it fuels you both into some of the best moments in bed, with even sweeter moments afterwards, wtih Zoro holding you close against his tired worn body, and your limp one, kissing you lazily as he praises how well you took him.

That man really falls for you harder each time.

Sanji

It’s kinda common for you both to have a few hiccups when having sex, he still has his moments where the overwhelming pleasure of you naked and touching him gets the best of his actions.

You wanted to ride him, Sanji was always trying to be “against” it only because the mere thought of your breast jiggling in his face, your pussy around his dick and your ass slamming down on him gets him in a very shocked state where he can’t even produce coherent words

He’s afraid he wont be able to last long.

Not like you care, you loved seeing him crumble under you.

“Pleasseee, please please pleaseee.”

You never really have to beg much for Sanji to say yes, but for this case you do and finally after 45 whole minutes of naughty touching and kissing behind his ear as he was in the kitchen he agrees

So, you did the usual; sucked his dick, praised him, got him way more riled up than needs to be and you decide its time to finally sink down onto his dick.

Well you do and not even 2 bounces in he is whimpering like a slut, and cumming like a whore.

“Wait wait wait waitttttt—FUCK!” Sanji holds you down, the harsh grip on your waist as his own hips stutter slamming up into make you cry out he leans into your breast, breath barely escaping his mouth, “You’re too good at this…”

You roll your eyes, your blondie actually looked cute so worn in the face already , sucking your bottom lip as you feel him twitch inside you, his cum making a mess of your thighs.

“You came alot…” You kiss and rub his head, you can hear him pout, Sanji felt embarrassed, usually he is able to at least TRY to not cum before you, but it was all too overwhelming for him.

“It’s okay, Ji…” You laugh picking his head up to cup his blushed cheeks, “I’m glad I make you feel good.”

“You make me feel like I died and went to Heaven but….”

….

“Your pussy is a damn weapon of itself.” He mumbles, covering his attitude by smothering his face back into your breast, You let out a chuckle , his vulgar words during sex never cease to make you turned on and flustered, considering he tries not to speak such filthy words outside of the bedroom.

“Just relax we have all night——MMPHH!?”

Amazed by the swiftness of his speed, Sanji already had you on your back, small light kisses against your lips he looks down to realign himself.

You moan softly, feeling the way his tip was wiggling against your sensitive clit, your noises bring his eyes to snap at you, Sanji always had a tendency of seeing your face the moment he pushes himself inside.

“You don’t have to—ah!” Throwing your head back on the fluffy pillow, the shift in his hips bring you to nip at your lip,

“Dammit I wish you could see your face right now.” Sanji whispered against your lips, his damp hair tickling your cheek, “You’re so fucking hot.”

Your mixtures of moans and giggles were intoxicating to the man, wrapping your arms and legs around him you crack a smile, “You’re so —-cute…”

Sanji blushes, once again feeling himself get close, he buried his face in your neck, breathless laughs hit your skin as his thrust transition from fast and shallow to deeper and slower.

You hum in content, rubbing his nape, “You’re cuter….way cuter….” Sanji finally lets out holding your hips to rock against his. You both coming close to a blissful orgasm to share together, he finally collapsed atop of you, peppering your neck in kisses, praising you softly.

“Thank you for the meal…or whatever.”

You share another laugh with him under the covers.

He was so cute when he got like this. And it was all for you.

Law

You are just a little shit and he knows it.

You always have to make him more stressed than what he is

Law swears up and down you get off to annoying him more than actually fucking him

Like now.

Law agreed to let you sit on his face, it’s been a rough day for you both but as doing so you nearly kill him.

“Why are you trying to suffocate me.”

“Because…”

“Because why?!”

“….you made me upset.”

Law knows why you’re “upset”, so he groans,

“I told you Bepo needed me. I’m here now arent i?”

“You love Bepo more than me just say it.” You pouted, your thick thighs beside his face as you sit bare naked atop of him.

Law sighs, his hands creep to your hips and traces shapes on your fatty dark skin, “C’mon….sit again. But don’t fucking kill me this time.”

You turned your head, huffing, you weren’t actually upset but being a brat came second nature to you. And Law knew it which is why when you got like this, when you didn’t “get your way” he took matters into his own hands.

Or moreso tongue.

“L-Law?!”

Pushing your lower body back on his mouth he looks up at you, his eyes peering up to grab your arms and guide them against the headboard to hold yourself up.

“S-stop—ah! Stop it im mad at y-yyou.” You rocked your hips, trying to move away and yet the flat of his tongue gliding and sliding against your slippery slit just turned him on more, just enough to pull out his own dick to stroke it.

You turn to notice, “Pervert!”

Law winks at you, “Then do it yourself. I felt you clench anyways when you seen it. So who’s the real pervert?”

“You fucker—“

Pushing you lower against his mouth and holding down your thighs, you felt the vibrations of his groans, your pervy tatted boyfriend always gets so caught up in tasting you, that you nearly get lost in the pleasure yourself.

“L-Law!…~”

You reach with one hand to stroke his shaft, grinding against his nose, hearing the wet sounds below you.

“I’m still—hm! mad at you!”

That earned you a smack to the ass, “Yeah yeah be mad and cum on my tongue.” Law muffled on your clit, you wanted to curse him out so badly, and almost like he read your mind you could feel his 2 thicker fingers stretch your tiny hole, bringing you closer to,

“‘m close!” You moaned out picking up your pace with your hand so he can cum with you.

You could hear his whimpers and heavy breathing, making a mess of your palms and knuckles as he bucked into your touch, You knew he’d be super sensitive right after cumming, but you decided to turn yourself around and “clean him up”.

“WH-WAIT WAIT WAIT—FUCK Y/N!” Law’s voice broke trying to sit up, feeling your slutty lips sucking and licking his twitching tip, “N-NOT NOW!”

“Mmhmm” You hummed mockingly against his shaft, “I’m just ganna clean you up.”

He knew exactly what you were doing, and as painfully good as your mouth felt he couldn’t submit so easily to your demise, so he “returned the favor”, by moving you back on his face.

“St-stop it!”

“What?” Law teased, before giving your clit a kiss, “I’m just cLeAnInG yOu Up.”

The sheering competitiveness of you both lasted a while on who can make who cum first.

It was a tie.

[libby-for-life]

Experiment part 2. Read part 1 for more info. Again, this had the help of @breedtheseed

The minute Lilith and Lucifer met Adam, they knew he was different. Sure, he seemed kind, but there was just something different in him that set him apart from the rest. He looked stunning for one.

Seven feet tall, muscled body, and gold eyes. Who had gold eyes? They could tell it wasn't contacts so it had to be a genetic thing. As soon as they parted, the two of them could feel Adam's eyes on them. Observing them through a curious gaze.

He watched them talk with the rest of the school population and they couldn't help but watch Adam Kadmus as well. He was smart. Smarter than anyone else in class but he didn't flaunt that. He just seemed...bored. It was like he knew everything and was just coasting.

He didn't socialize much but from what Lilith and Lucifer observed, it wasn't from the lack of trying. He just didn't seem to understand how to talk to people. It was cute seeing someone as muscled and tall as Adam being reduced to this shy man who had no idea what he was doing.

And the amount of flirting Adam received was just astronomical. Lucifer and Lilith understood it, people who looked like Adam only came around once, but the gentle giant had absolutely no idea what he was doing. When a girl tried to ask him what he did to get all those muscles, Adam took it literally and began to list his entire exercise routine.

They couldn't help but giggle at the poor girl's expression. She didn't understand why Adam wasn't taking the hint.

Adam also seemed enamored by the simplest of things. He loved plants, animals, and sunshine. The man couldn't seem to get enough of it and could be seen sleeping outside with the sun on his face. He seemed to have a lot of joy in life in general and was what interested them in talking with Adam.

They had both collectively decided that they wanted to have him. At least before anyone else decided to have him. So, they approached him. Talked with him. It was surprisingly easy to get him to come to a party. They would have fun later on with him.

XxX

Slowly, Adam shifted trying to free himself from the arms, “mmm” Lucifer mumbled in his sleep as he held on to Adam a little tighter. Adam stifled a moan when Lucifer’s dick ground into his thigh, his shifting also caused his own dick to slide against Lilith's thighs.

The soft friction made him shiver but he had to get up he needed something to drink.

Adam managed to wiggle free from the bed, he was trained in stealth after all. After picking up his clothes and putting them on he headed to their kitchen, he had trained for this. It was just a one-night stand, right? He was supposed to leave, Adam thought to himself as he grabbed a water bottle from a case.

“What? No goodbyes?” A soft voice spoke from behind him. Adam jumped when a pair of hands caged him into the counter. It should have been comical to see someone so short, compared to him at least, dominating him like this.

He just found it incredibly arousing. Lucifer chuckled when he saw Adam's red cheeks.

“Stay,” Lucifer purred as his hands traced Adams hips, Adam could feel Lucifer’s hard on rubbing against his thigh.

“We have classes,” Adam said, Lucifer only smiled at him as he gripped Adams ass. Adam let out a small gasp.

“Missing one or two classes is ok Adam,” Lucifer said as he kissed Adam's neck, Adam melted into the touch. “I want to at least make you breakfast."

"Okay..." Adam whimpered out and Lucifer smiled. "Good baby girl." Adam blushed heavily due to the comment.

"Why don't you go wake up Lilith? I'll make breakfast." Lucifer said. Adam nodded but as soon as he was free from the cage of arms, his ass was slapped.

Adam had learned about this and blushed, it embarrassed him as he walked to the bedroom to find Lilith asleep. She looked so pretty as he got to her side and gently woke her up.

Lilith was quick to pull them into a bruising kiss that left Adam breathless. "Hey, baby girl."

Adam whimpered and she smiled as she kissed him again pulling him back into the bed, “you’re so cute,” she said excitedly.

“Lucifer said to wake you up,” Adam said against her as she hugged him.

"Hm...we have time." She whispered as she palmed him through his pants. Adam moaned, squirming under her. Lilith bit her lip and slipped a hand into his pants to gently massage his wet pussy. "Already wet for me? My, I'm flattered~."

Adam whined and tried too pull away, but she had a strong grip on his hips. He could easily overcome it but his body craved more angling his hips so her fingers could go deeper. “Mm still not satisfied are we,” she whispered as she slowly pulled down his pants and underwear.

“Isn’t it too early,” Adam shyly said as she helped him out of his bottoms.

“Mmm I think it’s a nice thing to wake up to,” she hummed as her fingers glided against his wet folds then trailed to the tip of his dick. “How about you lay back for me?"

Adam complied immediately and spread himself before her. Lilith grinned and made a show of licking her juice-covered fingers. She wrapped her tongue around the digits making Adam moan at the sight.

Lilith let it go with a pop and bit her lip as she gently circled his pussy. She grinned when Adam shivered.

"Ready for your treat, baby girl?" He nodded and moaned loudly when she plunged two fingers.

She slowly thrusted them as her hand went to his aching cock, she could still feel the remnants of Lucifer inside him. It brought a smile to her face.

“Such a good girl you are,” she hummed as she kissed his tip, “would you like for your pretty dick to be sucked too?” Adam nodded his head as more moans escaped his mouth.

“Lilith~” Adam moaned as his hips slowly thrusted up towards her mouth. She gladly opened it as her fingers quickened their pace. Having taken Lucifer’s cock into her mouth of numerous occasions made her a master of taking even a formidable size like Adams.

Adam whimpered beneath her as heat filled his body, he wanted his clit to be played with too. It had felt so good when Lucifer had sucked on it.

"More!" He moaned, trying to finger his aching pussy but Lilith simply pinched the nerve beneath the ball sack and let go of his dick with a pop. He squealed at the sudden pain mixed with pleasure. "You take what I give you, and you will thank me, baby girl."

Adam sobbed and nodded, without realizing he was saying, "Yes, Ma'am!"

Lilith paused, "I like that. Keep saying that, okay baby girl?"

"Yes Ma'am!" He more moaned than said when she sucked hard on his dick.

Adam was a moaning mess as she began to bob her head while her fingers expertly spread him open, he was gushing and soaked while her mouth began to fill with pre and saliva. He was so adorable as tears began to roll down his reddened face, he was close. She could tell by the way his insides were milking her so perfectly. And the way his strong toned thighs shook against the bed as they remained spread.

It was divine. She moaned around his shaft making him moan even louder, she was sure Lucifer could hear them from the kitchen. He was going to be quite jealous when she’s done with Adam.

“Ahh~”Adam let out a desperate cry as he finally came, Lilith swallowed as much as she could before pulling off and taking a good look at her prize.

Adam's pussy was seeping while his dick still squirted some cum that was only able to seep down his shaft.

"Looking good, baby girl. Now, what do we say?" She teased, not truly meaning it but blushed when Adam turned to her with a dazed smile and slurred, "Thank you, Ma'am."

She bit her lip to stifle her own moan and helped Adam clean up. Soon, he was presentable to leave the bedroom and she guided him to the kitchen table.

"Well, Adam certainly took his time getting you up," Lucifer said as he gave them each a plate of pancakes with syrup, butter, and copious amounts of whipped cream.

"Yes, well Adam tastes delicious." Lilith teased her boyfriend and Adam blushed under the compliment.

Lucifer huffed took a large helping of pancakes and offered the bite to Adam with a sly grin. "Open up, baby girl."

“I can feed myself,” Adam said but Lucifer’s grin never left.

“I know, it’s only fair we take care of you after the fun we had last night,” Lucifer purred and his smile grew soft when Adam took a bite and smiled excitedly.

Heaven had only allowed him to have healthy beneficial food, sweet like pancakes, cake, candy or ice cream were off the table.

Both Lilith and Lucifer loved how excited their new boy toy got when he began eating the rest of his serving. Savoring the soft texture of each pancakes the syrup and the whipped cream Lucifer had dabbled on it

Adam enjoyed it so much that he didn't notice that Lucifer was intentionally making Adam's face messy with whipped cream.

Both Lilith and Lucifer blushed as he got a little whipped cream on his nose and upper lip....like Adam just drank some cum...

Lucifer stifled a moan and continued feeding Adam, who was only too happy in his own world.

Until Adam accidentally braced himself on the table in his eagerness to eat the bite before it came to him.

Lucifer and Lilith watched as Adam slipped and fell face-first into his breakfast.

Adam peeled himself from the sticky syrup and whipped cream with a grimace. Great. Now he was sticky. Taking a palm he scrapped his cheek of whipped cream before sucking a finger into his lips.

He was completely unaware of the predatory gazes watching him. Lucifer and Lilith watched with hooded eyes as Adam licked the whipped cream off of his palms.

"Here. Let me help~." Lucifer purred before licking Adam's cheek. The said boy blushed a bright red...did Lucifer just lick his cheek?

“Let me help as well,” Lilith mimicked the behavior on Adams other cheek causing Adam to blush further as they continued their attack.

Both giving each other a hungry look as they kissed their secret treasure, Lucifer gave the man one last kiss before pulling away.

“Looks like our babygirl needs a bath,” Lucifer teased.

“Oh yes she’s quite dirty,” Lilith said as she lead Adam out of his seat, “here Lucy I’ll clean up here,” she gave Lucifer a look before going to the table.

He knew that look all too well, Lilith would soon be joining them

Adam was dragged to a bathroom and was told to strip. Adam blushed a bright red but complied to Lucifer's wishes.

"My, just look at how dirty you have gotten. Baby girl really is a good nickname for you."

Adam gave him a look. "I'm not a baby." Lucifer hummed. "Really? Turn around." Adam tilted his head but complied. Lucifer smirked and in a quick session, spanked Adam's ass five times.

Adam barely had any time to react and his ass already felt red and hot. He whimpered but allowed Lucifer to drag him to the shower.

"My baby girl looks pretty with such a colorful ass," Lucifer said, slapping it once more.

Adam whined as Lucifer started the water while gripping Adams stinging ass, “so pretty, I’m sure lily would love to see you like this,” Lucifer said as he guided Adam first into the large shower. There were shower heads both ends, further showing Adam how wealthy Lucifer must be.

The water felt nice against his heated skin, Adam let the water flow over his body as he heard the curtains open behind him.

“I’m going to help you wash yourself, baby,” Lucifer hummed as his hands glided to Adam's hips. The man was so short compared to Adam and yet Adam wanted to feel Lucifer closer.

He guided Adam to his knees and gently washed his face and hair with a wet washcloth. Adam sighed under the care he was receiving.

When Lucifer was satisfied with Adam’s face and hair, he instructed Adam to present his ass to him.

"Hu?"

"I said I was helping you clean, so I am. Now, present it." Adam blushed and stifled a whimper but bent down on hands and knees as Lucifer picked up a loofah with a smirk. He was going to make Adam feel so good.

He glided the bundle of lace across Adams body taking his time on Adams lower back and thighs while his other hand rubbed against his soft toned legs.

“So perfect Adam, your legs are so strong,” Lucifer placed the loofah back as he used the remainder of the soap to glide it against Adams's perfect skin. Adam moaned against the touch as Lucifer’s hands gripped his ass.

"Now, we really need to make sure that you are squeaky clean," Lucifer said. "Don't want to miss anything." Pouring a handful of body wash onto his fingers, he lubed up his fingers.

Adam was not prepared for a finger to enter his asshole.

Adam whimpered against the intrusion, he felt so embarrassed and spoke with a whimper “wait not there.”

“Shhh it’s ok baby, I did say we don’t want to miss anything,” Lucifer repeated as he played with the ring of muscles “just relax for me ok.” He hummed and Adam gasped when another finger was added.

“My, aren’t you two having fun,” Lilith said as she entered the shower as well, the area was big and had Adam now being sandwiched between the two blondes.

“Just making sure our baby girl is nice and clean,” Lucifer said as he placed a kiss against Adam's back.

"Hmm. Was someone a naughty girl?" Lilith said with a smirk, pinching Adam's pink ass. "Yes, he was very naughty. Had to spank him a few times but having a baby girl isn't always easy." Lucifer said, delivering another spanking.

The whimper that left his mouth was downright sinful. Lilith laughed as Lucifer added a third finger. Adam was drooling at the sensation of having his ass played with. He had no idea how pleasurable it was! The idea had never once come up. But now? Now he wanted to have other things shoved in there.

Adam moaned when lucifer began to thrust his fingers, enjoying how they would slide against his insides. Adam could feel how wet his pussy was getting. “Oh Lucifer can’t you see he wants more~” Lilith hummed as she slid her hands down to Adams ass, spreading it open for Lucifer.

The movement made Adam shiver as his pussy and asshole were spread for the man behind him. “Mmm Adam won’t you be a good girl and let me put it in,” Lucifer hummed as he stroked his dick, “I want to feel how tight your ass is,” Adam moaned in response and Lucifer took it as a sign to continue.

Lucifer grinned and slipped the head in. Adam hissed at the intrusion, not quite used to the sting and stretch.

But when he felt the three fingers enter his pussy, he moaned in pleasure. God, he felt so very good right now. Just ready to be fucked.

Lucifer and Lilith chuckled, loving their baby girl so submissive. "What do you call Lucifer, Adam?" Lilith said as Adam groaned on the floor. "Come on, baby girl. What do you call Lucifer?"

It tumbled out before Adam could stop it.

"Daddy~!" Adam's eyes widened as the two people behind him froze. He heard one of the scientists call that to each other in a joking tone. When Adam questioned them, they said it was a sex thing. His mind immediately must have connected the two and, well, called Lucifer that.

“Daddy,” Lucifer hummed as he pushed his length deeper into the other “I like it, moan for your daddy Adam~”

Adam did just that whimpering and moaning for the two of them as they had their way with him. The whole day was spent with Adam getting fucked at some point he had Lilith in his pussy and Lucifer in his ass.

Adam hadn’t even checked his phone for the whole day, being too busy satisfying Lucifer and Lilith to remember his duties as a perfect experiment.

He remembered well into the night that he needed to make a report.

He was quick to leave the warmth of Lucifer and Lilith to find his phone. Quickly leaving for the bathroom on the other side of the house, he turned on the water faucet before making a call.

"1-A, reporting for z/H3." Adam responded immediately.

"Why didn't you send your daily report."

"I was with two other people. They kept me occupied and I never got the chance."

Silence on the phone. "And what were you doing that required your full attention from your orders?" Adam should have known better. He should have expected it. He felt the stinging pulse of being electrocuted from his chip.

Adam stifled a scream as he collapsed on the floor.

"You will always contact us. This is not a life-threatening mission. There is no excuse." They hung up on him. Adam let a few tears slip. He deserved this. He shouldn't have let himself get caught up in the intimacy. He breathed in once and shut the faucet off. He couldn't have relationships. Adam wasn't made for that.

He wanted it though. He wanted it so badly. But, Adam was scared. He had to follow orders. Or else he was then defective. Adam knew what happened to the defective. They get scraped.

Maybe...maybe he could work something. He didn't want to lose Lilith and Lucifer. But that meant he had to be careful. Or there won't be a next time.

[sleepyboywrites]

@biascatry

I genuinely hope you see this, it says your blog doesn't exist in the search thing so here's hoping for the best that you get notified. But not only may you ask I am happy to deliver. :)

Denial is not a river in Egypt it's spelled differently

Masky is convinced that he hates you, ever since you joined the proxies he's been in nothing but constant annoyance and misery. The more he dwells on it the more he realizes it's all your fault.

You with your stupid hair that looks so soft, and eyes and laugh and smile. You and your infuriating pout and frown and tears. It's making his own job incredibly difficult, not to mention as the one who recruited you, you came to him for everything, he regrets it, he should've killed you. But somehow, some way, the thought of you dead was worse.

What was even worse than all of that was you were avoiding him, he used to have to beg you to leave him to his work, beg you to stop following him. But now it's been two weeks and he hasn't even seen you once and now you're hanging out with Toby? Toby, of all people, that's who you preferred over him. Hoodie he gets, Hoodie, if you warm him up to you enough is surprisingly sweet, but Toby? You were his recruit not Rodgers and that mood swinging maniac should be literally anywhere else than with you. You were annoying enough without Rodgers grubby hands on you and his annoying traits rubbing off on you.

He had given you a glare so intense and menacing hoping to deter you from Toby and back to him. Unfortunately for him the opposite occurred and soon you were sent on your first solo mission meaning he couldn't even keep an eye on you anymore. The entire house felt his rage. As he made sure it was filled with the screams of several unlucky contestants of torture playthings and anyone who brought him any form of paperwork would be horribly berated.

Eventually Toby approached him. "What's your fucking deal dick?"

Anger boils in his gut until he simply swung at Toby hitting him square in and breaking his nose.

"Feel better now? Why the fuck are you tormenting the entire house? We didn't even do anything to you." Toby didn't flinch, he figured his inability to feel pain is why he was sent to deal with him.

Masky shoved Toby aggressively away from him. "Why can't you keep your grubby little hands off of things that aren't yours. He's mine, was mine, is mine, and he isn't ready for a solo mission!" Masky hissed out through his gritted teeth. "Get to the fucking paramedic station."

"All this because you're worried about y/n? Dude c'mon. He's a big boy he can handle himself and doesn't need us looking over his shoulder all the time. Plus I taught him half of what he knows and you taught him the rest, he's fine." Toby rolled his eyes at Masky's tantrum over something so small.

"You shouldn't have taught him anything, you are reckless and careless and the reason he's going to come home hurt or not at all. I can't lose him okay I--" Masky cut himself off. "Go to the paramedic center now, before I take you there myself and throw you through their door."

Toby wiped more blood from his nose and shoved Masky away from towering over him. "Fine I'll go but maybe if you got over yourself and realized how you felt instead of making him feel inadequate and a burden he wouldn't have asked me for help to begin with." Toby said firmly staring at the masked man in front of him.

"Ex-fucking-cuse me, but what exactly are you implying?" Masky exclaimed infuriated as he picks Toby up by his collar.

"Jesus H Christ... Denial is more than a river in Egypt." Toby freed himself from Masky's grasp shooing his hands away as he left Masky's office. "Work yourself out man, stop taking it out on us cause your lover boy's out of town."

You returned a week later and were immediately requested to Masky's office, where surprisingly he hugged you, clinged to you practically. "You're safe, good." He'd then usher you behind closed doors and make you sit down offering you a meal. "We need to talk." Masky slid you a big stack of papers the second you sat down. "Sign these."

"What... Are these?" You'd ask thumbing through the pages absentmindedly. A look of disdain as you look at them.

"Consent forms, nothing too important. Sign." Masky said this the same way someone would talk about spam mail or permission slips.

"Oh, Consent forms." You almost signed absentmindedly before the words registered. "Consent forms for fucking what???"

"To be my assistant, permanently, meaning we do missions together and you are an extension of my authority as right hand to slender blah blah blah promotion, sign." Masky taps the stack of papers with his index. "...please."

"But you hate me? I don't want to bother you and I--" You began rambling and attempting to hand back the papers to Masky in refusal and you saw the other man's eyebrows furrow exasperatedly under his mask.

Masky took off his mask, his head in his hands, fingers entangled in his own hair as he looks up at you pleadingly. "Shut up, I don't hate you, quite the opposite sign. Please."

"THAT'S CODE FOR HE LOVES YOU AND WAS A MAJOR DICK WHEN YOU WENT SOLO CAUSE HE WAS WORRIED SO SIGN THE PAPERS" Toby's words were muffled from right outside the door but that didn't stop you from hearing and flushing red in a weird combination of confusion and awe.

"Shut it and scram Rodgers! These are private matters!" Masky hollers, sighing as he heard several scrambling footsteps before muttering lowly, "He wasn't wrong. I love you, I worry about you, so please. Please sign the paperwork."

[ofstoriesandstardust]

you were good to me (b.r.b.)

a/n: this is just something small i wanted to write. i’ve always been purposefully vague about Sunshine’s major in college but there’s definitely glimpses of what I think she studied in here. i don’t think anyone will read this but that’s okay, this is just for me

summary: A shared night of studying between the UVA crew.

flight risk masterlist

warnings: food mentions, swearing, this is literally just soft, i can’t image bradley ever driving a car that’s not the Bronco, when i said Eli was a dick i meant it

word count: 1,875

The thud of your backpack colliding into the chair echoes through the space and you wince, unzipping the bag. 

"Jesus Christ, what do you have in there woman? Rocks?” Eli asks, looking up from what is very clearly his Spanish notes. Bradley glances over at you from where he’s holding the Spanish flashcards he and Eli have made for their upcoming exam. 

You shake your head, pulling out three different books. “Nope, just all my required reading for classes.” 

“You’re actually doing that?” Tommy’s voice comes from behind you. You turn, seeing him standing a bit away, backpack on his shoulders. 

“Not for that class.” You say, waving a hand as you pull the bag off the chair. “My other 300 level class.” 

“The fact that you read those at all astounds me. We gotta teach you how to skim.” Bailey says as she strides towards the table, dropping her keys on it. 

You slip into the chair as Tommy walks closer, hovering behind you. “No one said you had to read them Bailey. My brain physically will not let me skim and then I feel like I’m missing important stuff.” 

She shakes her head as she sits down in the seat at the end of the table. “You joining us Tommy or are you just gonna stand there?” 

His face lifts in a small smile as he tugs his backpack off. “Yeah, I’ll join you guys but you-” He says pointedly in your direction. “-have to be quiet.” 

You shrink down in your chair. “I will do my best to not voice all my inner thoughts.” 

“Last time, Bailey and I gave her one of those like notepads and just made her write down all her thoughts.” Madison jokes, appearing behind you. You pull your feet up into the chair, hugging your knees as your cheeks warm. 

“I’m sorry! It’s just that the material is really cool and I get excited.” Over the tops of your knees, you can see Bradley smile to himself, shaking his head. 

“Teacher’s pet.” Eli coughs, causing Bailey to chuck a pencil at his head. 

“Leave her alone.” She reprimands, causing Eli to roll his eyes. 

The table settles in silence for a few more minutes as you grab the book off the table, opening it to where you left off. 

You’ve only made it a few pages when Madison startles, reaching for her bag. “I almost forgot! I made you guys lemon bars!” 

-

You notice movement out of the corner of your eye, looking up to see Bradley dancing in his chair. He’s got earbuds in, head bobbing along to the music, with his eyes half-closed. You straighten up, looking to see if anyone else is catching this. 

If you crane your head, you can see Madison and Bailey behind a bookshelf, talking in hushed whispers with Eli and Tommy, most definitely not doing their homework as they should be. 

You reach over to the giant box of Goldfish Madison had brought with her, grabbing one to pelt at Bradley. He flinches from the hit, looking up at you. 

“What are you doing?” You mouth.

He shrugs, giving you a goofy smile. “Dancing.” He mouths back, moving his arms to a ballroom pose and swaying. 

“You’re so fucking weird.” You mouth, causing his grin to grow even wider. 

He pulls out an earbud. “At least I embrace it.” He whispers. 

You roll your eyes, looking back down to your book. A Goldfish lands on the page, with another hitting your forehead and bouncing off to fall onto the pages of your book. “What?” You hiss, head flying back up to face Bradley. 

“Whatcha reading?” 

You hold the book up, shaking the Goldfish from it. “A dense history of the Cold War. I’m behind in this class.” 

He nods, as if that’s the most insightful observation he’s made all night. 

You look back down at your book, barely getting through half a sentence before another Goldfish lands on the page. 

You look up to Bradley giving him a look. “Dude. Some of us are trying to study.” 

He ignores the statement, still grinning. “Do you not have dance parties?” 

“Not in the library and not in front of other people.” 

“Shame.” 

You crane your head to the bookshelf, noting that your friends are still gathered over there chatting. 

“What? Desperate for someone to come back and save you so you don’t have to be alone with me?” He asks as he shoves a handful of Goldfish into his mouth. 

“What? No!” You protest, cheeks warming. You did want someone to come back over here because you struggled to behave like a normal person around Bradley, at least one that didn’t have a huge raging unrequited crush on him. “No, I just- they’ve been over there for like half an hour.” 

“Must be having a pretty engaging conversation.” 

“Apparently.” You say, returning your gaze to Bradley, to find he’s already watching you. The movement makes your cheeks blush harder, so you duck your head down, using your book to cover your face. 

“You know what I would kill for right now?” 

You chance a glance at him. “What?” 

He chuckles. “Dude, I would kill for an In-N-Out burger.” 

You nod. “I would agree, that does sound really good.” 

He raises an eyebrow. “You’ve had In-N-Out? Most people around here have never heard of it. And slash or think I’m crazy for liking it so much.” 

You shrug, picking up your sticky note to place it in the book. “Yeah, my family’s pretty big so I’ve got family spread out through both coasts.” 

“No way. Any in california?” 

You nod, closing the book shut. “Yeah, I’ve got some in Southern California, kind of near LA?” 

“You ever been to San Diego?” 

You nod. “Yeah, a couple times as a kid, just to go to museums and stuff. Why?” 

“No reason, that’s just where I’m from.” 

“You lucky s-o-b, being from somewhere that cool.” Eli comments, causing you to startle. 

“I hadn’t realized you were deciding to join us.” You comment as he sits down at the table. 

“Yeah, well I can’t leave my boy Bradley to suffer here alone with you too long.”

The words earn him a smack on the back of the head from Bailey as she walks past. “Leave her alone.” 

“I’m pretty sure I saw her over here throwing Goldfish at him so... no.” 

Tommy snorts, snack from the vending machine in hand as he sits down in his chair. “She’s too nice to do that.”  

-

The sound of a textbook being snapped shut grabs your attention, causing you to look up from your the book in your hands. Bradley sighs, stretching out, and you force yourself to look away from the way his shoulders strain against the material of his fraternity t-shirt. 

“Well, I’m done for the night.” He says, pushing the Spanish textbook towards his bag. 

You nod, feeling yourself yawn as you look at the time on your watch. 

10:40pm

Tommy had bowed out an hour ago, Madison and Bailey following. Eli hadn’t been far behind them, leaving twenty minutes after with a ruffle of Bradley’s hair and a see you at the house. 

You probably should head out too, especially with it getting late and the words on the page beginning to run together, but you desperately wanted to finish what you were reading before leaving the library and having to restart once you were home and fed and in your warm bed. 

Which sounded more appealing that finishing the last 37 pages of this book.

“M’kay. Goodnight.” You say tiredly, rubbing your eye. He zips up his backpack, slinging the bag over his shoulder. 

“Do you want a ride?” He asks, picking up his keys from the table. 

“I’m good, thank you though. I’ll just walk back to my house when I finish this. I only have 37 pages left anyways.” 

He hesitates, eyeing you uncertainly. “Are you sure? I can wait for you.” 

You nod. “Yeah, it’s fine. I’ve walked back later anyways.” 

He sits back down in his chair, fiddling with the watch on his wrist. You look up at him curiously, tilting your head. “What are you doing?” 

He shrugs. “Waiting for you.” 

You sigh, moving to straighten up. “You don’t have to.”

“Yeah, I know, but I’d hate for something to happen to you. It’s late and you’re half-asleep.”

“Nothing would happen to me, I’m perfectly capable of walking back tp my house.” You say, even though you do hate walking home this late at night, always clutching your keys between your fingers. 

He shrugs again. “I don’t think you aren't, but for my peace of mind, I want to make sure you get home okay.” 

You swallow, the words causing your heart to flutter. Bradley’s concern that you made it home safely warms you, even though you knew it was more to avoid Tommy yelling at him if something happened to you than real care or concern. 

You nod, sldiidng your book in your open backpack as Bradley raises an eyebrow. “What’re you doing?” He asks, parroting your question from earlier. 

“Packing up.” 

“I told you I could wait.” 

You shrug, zipping the bag shut. “Yeah, but I’m tired and falling asleep. I’m not gonna get anything productive done anyways.” 

He nods, standing up from the table as you do. There’s a silence that settle between the two of you as you exit the large building. “I parked by the business building, so it’ll be a bit of a walk.” He says as you cross campus, you following behind him. 

“That’s okay. Thanks for giving me a ride home, by the way.” 

He waves you off. “No worries at all. You’re on the way back anyways.” 

“I’m really not.” You mutter. 

He hums. “What?” 

“Nothing.” 

Another silence falls between the two of you, staying that way as you approach the parking lot. 

“Nice car.” You mention as you approach the Bronco parked towards the back of the lot. 

“Thanks, it was my Dad’s. Takes a lot of upkeep but it’s worth it to have him around.” 

You want to comment on his words, say something comforting or cool that will encourage him to keep sharing with you, but your brain draws a blank as you climb in the car. 

The car ride is silent, save for your few directions on how to get to your house. It’s not far from campus and all too soon, he’s pulling up in front of your home. All the lights are off, you note as you pull your seatbelt off, meaning your roommate is already in bed or gone for the night. 

“Thanks for the ride home.” 

He gives you a soft smile. “No worries. I’ll see you around, yeah?” 

You nod, pulling the door open and slipping out of the car. You trek across the front lawn and up the steps to your house, pulling your keys out of your backpack as you do so. It’s only after you’re inside the house, front door shut and locked, that you realize his car is just pulling away from the curb. 

He waited until you got inside safely to drive away.

[crazy56u]

Okay, it’s NASCAR time!

And we start immediately behind the wheel, no recap, just go.

Ben, if you don’t floor it, the episode ends early. Gas it.

And the verdict is… Ben barely almost fucked up the episode from the jump.

Ben, you are doing splendidly at maintaining kayfabe today.[/sarcasm]

“Dad, I think Junior’s lost it.”

And that’s the rub: Ben gets another stab at preventing a heart attack.

“No breaks and no doctors. It’s like he wants a heart attack.”

“Hey, I said I’m good, leave ambulances out of this!”

“Look, either I race today, or I die on the spot, I die either way, but at least I die doing something I love!”

“Son, I know I can be a bitch, but doing that helps me ignore my health problems.”

Oh. Goody. Gideon found out how to make the Imaging Chamber work.

Gideon, stop giving Ben shit, he’s better at this than you.

“Who the Hell are you?” He’s a dick, Ben.

…

…

I fucking called it.

Good fucking job, Ben, by having a subplot with Hannah, you fucking caused the antagonist.

Gideon, Ben fucking saved your mom and tried to save your dad, get your head out of your ass.

GIDEON THAT IS NOT HOW THE FUCKING BUTTERFLY EFFECT WORKS YOU DIPSHIT

“Ben, by meeting my mom, you killed my dad, that is how that works, I am a smart man!”

…oh. Ben caused a divorce.

Okay, I still say Gideon is being an idiot here, but I also am on his side somewhat; Ben, you should’ve picked a different date to mail that…

Wow, Ben really did fuck up royal…

This is just the Evil Leaper Project on steroids.

I love how you asked that as if Gideon doesn’t want Ben dead on the spot…

Well, luckily Addison, you have enough wiggle room to fix this.

“Hey, bitches, you all thought I was gone from the show!”

This is now a fucking proxy war.

Ian ran to that computer like a kid running to Toys R Us.

Beth is 100% on board with this shit, I love it.

And now everyone gets to learn about “Mirror Image”, aka “What if Ben didn’t fuck up trying to save Josh”.

And cut to Ben trying to fix this from his end with a payphone.

And Jeffery is even more mad at you, Ben. Why did you call Collect…

“Addison, what the heck-“ “Quick recap, we remembered Janis existed, she set up Bootleg Quantum Leap.” “Okay, cool, Gideon is Jeffery, and I accidentally ruined his life helping Hannah.”

I still can’t get over the fact that Hannah indirectly caused this.

Jenn is gonna use an RC car to Jailbreak the Project.

Oh God, I missed those sounds…

Okay, so God just wanted this to happen then…

That’s the rub: Ben has between 20 to 42 minutes to save the future.

And so Ben steals a race car.

And fucking “Highway Star”.

Ben, causing more car accidents will not help you right now…

“You mean is Ben gonna have to strangle Baby Hitler?” I want that framed on my wall.

“Ziggy says we have to ruin a young child’s hopes and dreams, this will be fucking easy!”

And they forgot Gideon still had access to the cameras.

And Janis points out the elephant in the room: That goddamn chip.

If Ben smashes that computer, it’s a coin flip whether or not a Marty McFly happens.

And while Team A discusses paradoxes, Gideon is about to fuck over the leap.

And Jenn breaks the elevator.

And there’s Tom’s last contribution to the show, ladies and germs.

“SIR, STUART LITTLE IS ATTACKING US!”

And as Ben is burning through gas during a gas crisis, Jenn is fighting against the clock.

Okay, luckily this is a time travel show, so Jenn won’t be dead for long.

…okay, so now we have another notch in the “Ruin a child’s life” column.

“Ben Song did this.” DUDE YOU ARE THE ONE WHO ORDERED THEM TO FIRE

Addison, Jenn just died, maybe don’t do this now?

He had just enough gas to get close enough to the house. Symbolic.

“He named the computer gaffer his father.” Okay, so is Ben willing to literally kill his dad?

“You think an apology changes anything?” The alternative is Ben using that hammer, Jeffery, and there’s two things he can use that on…

“Look, Jeffery, if it makes you feel better, I ruined my life too.”

Ah, so time is the real antagonist.

I just realized this is technically now A Christmas Carol. Jeffery is past, Gideon is Present, Ben is Yet To Come.

“You want me to help you?” “Well, according to you, you would be better at this than me, so, how about a crash course?”

And Jeffery decides to steal Hannah’s car.

And Ben decides to invent the defibrillator.

“He failed.” “How can you be sure?” “Because we’re still here!” Gideon, the butterfly effect isn’t instant. Ben has to hit 100%.

“Time to meet my destiny.” Yeah, and it’s called getting Marty McFlyed.

And cut to Rick stroking out.

[I love how their solution to “How do we do a NASCAR episode but not have it involve a lot of car racing?” was time travel proxy war meets A Christmas Carol.]

And the noose is tightening…

Ben, any second now!

“Look, don’t ask what I’m doing, I have to save my dad!”

And it’s shaping up to be a buzzer beater…

Okay, Rick is saved, 1 for 2…

“Okay, Jeffery, did this fix things for you?” “…I mean, I guess?”

And there’s that butterfly effect, dickhead!

And the timeline is fixed! Yay!

…and Addison is the only one who remembers Jenn died, oh dear.

And Addison decides to go into the Accelerator anyway.

And Hannah still hasn’t fucking aged.

“Hey, sorry my letter fucked over your family.”

“Ben, your letter gave us more time with him. Granted, yes, he stormed out after finding it, and got in his car-“

And here we have another example of why NBC needs to renew this show.

“Look, Ben sacrificed his life to stop me from leaping, and so say that shouldn’t have happened.”

Ben, I have a hunch that code won’t work, even if NBC is being dicks about renewing the show.

“Home isn’t a place. It’s a person.” …calling it, Ben isn’t going home; Addison’s joining him.

And survey says…

YEP

There’s your third season pitch! Reusing the plan for OG Season 6!

And so Ben and Addison have to deal with another explosion.

NBC needs to fucking renew this show, dead serious.

[titan-fodder]

Detonate

Pairing: Pro hero!Bakugou x Reader

Rating: E (explicit; mdni)

Count: ~7.2k

Tags/Warnings: cis female reader, so much banter, swearing, mentions of bullying, enemies to lovers, honestly just so much banter, not-quite confessions, explicit sexual content, oral sex (male & female receiving), vaginal sex, facials, one joke about small dicks, and more banter

A/N: this was supposed to go in an entirely different direction, but since my friends are indirectly turning me into a bakugou fucker, this is what ended up happening. this has been sitting unfinished in my drafts for literal months, so may as well yeet it out now. will this become a regular thing? doubtful. but who knows what could happen. anyway, enjoy~

As soon as you see him, you roll your eyes, trying not to groan out loud. Smoke billows in the alleyway behind him, his palms still popping with tiny explosions that remind you of sparklers. He always was one for theatrics. 

 "You okay down here, sweetheart?" Bakugou—no, sorry, Great Explosion Murder Go… actually, nevermind—asks in the raspy voice you remember from your high school days. 

 "Yep," you nod, flashing an unconvincing smile as you look up from the perp you're tying up. "Dandy, even."

 "You sure?" His boots are heavy on the pavement when he walks toward you, small rocks and dust getting crushed with every step. "'Cause you missed a few stragglers back there—had, like, four guys tailin' you." 

 The man you're tying hisses when you cinch the rope tight around his wrists, pulling him to his feet at the same time you get to yours. 

 "I was planning on circling back, thanks."

 "Well, they were getting pretty close, probably gonna gang up on you," the blonde muses, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Guess it's good I showed up."

 And, you'd known the exact moment he had. Even blocks away, you could hear Dynamight, kind of hard not to, and even his quieter attacks carry his signature with them, thick smoke rising above buildings, the sweet smell of a massive campfire permeating the night air. 

 You had hoped he wouldn't actually find and talk to you, but… No such luck. 

 "Guess I was," you say with a click of your tongue. "I'm about to call Tsukauchi. What'd you do with the other guys?" 

 Bakugou nods to the side. "Next alley over."

 "Did you tie 'em up?" 

 He shakes his head, smile widening. "Don't worry. They won't be wakin' up any time soon."

 "Are you—" you stop yourself with a scoff, shoving the criminal in your grasp against the nearest wall before setting off toward the stragglers. "Careless. Just fucking careless."

 "Oi! Where're you goin'? I told you—"

 "I heard you," you wave behind you. "I just prefer a more thorough approach."

 Bakugou is a good hero for the most part. He struggles with his gruff public image and occasional PR disaster, but when it comes to actual on-the-job happenings, he's stellar. It's just that he relies on sheer force and not much else, doesn't care about leaving things pretty. 

 As you can see when you round the corner. 

 Bricks are littered about, dust still kicked up, explosive black marks decorating the nearby buildings. In the midst of it all are four bodies sprawled out, completely unconscious. You spot blood trickling out of a few ears, some facial lacerations, and a broken wrist but not much else. 

 Dynamight must have focused on the structures rather than the perpetrators in terms of targets, knowing a big enough attack would still knock them out, send some debris flying but not leave anyone dead or mortally wounded. It's a good tactic considering how volatile his quirk is, but the business owners who've leased these buildings might argue. Could also be catastrophic if implemented during the day when the buildings are actually packed with people.  

 "Satisfied?" 

 You ignore him in favor of grabbing extra zip-ties from one of your pant pockets, always thankful you chose utility over fashion when deciding on your costume. Of course, being impossible to ignore entirely, Bakugou holds out a still-smoking hand after he watches you immobilize the first man. 

 “Gimme a couple,” he grunts.

 “I can do it myself, it’s fine.” You hope it comes off as a casual shrug-off, but judging by the way he scoffs, you have a feeling there was still a bite to your words. “Fine, whatever, just grab the last guy,” you amend, tossing a couple of the plastic ties in Bakugou’s general direction. 

 “No, no, it’s fine. Wanna act like you did it all yourself, that’s cool,” he says, holding his arms up as he falls to lean against one of the crumbling walls. “Not like I’m surprised.”

 “That’s not even—” You growl and shake your head like it will get rid of your rising irritation. “Whatever.”

 The better part of your teenage years were spent being antagonized by the hero off to your left. Though, that’s not to say you didn’t get a fair few of your own jabs in against him once you actually grew a backbone. From harmless pranks that just made each of you roll your eyes to actual serious injuries while practicing or sparring, you and Bakugou covered the entire spectrum.

 You’ve never gotten along, not when he shouldered into you on your first day at UA and not when you flipped him off after walking for graduation. Having taken a job in the states almost immediately, you haven’t seen much of him over the last few years. Honestly, having several thousand miles separating you from him was pretty nice, no fear of him popping out at you from around the next corner with a palm full of sparks with your name on it. 

 All good things must come to an end, you suppose. 

 The phone call to Tsukauchi is short, just your location, how many perps, and their overall condition. He tells you he’ll be at the scene soon with a few cars and to sit tight until then. 

 “Was that the cat dude?” Bakugou calls from his place on the wall, and you turn to give him the most incredulous look you can muster.

 “The—Are you talking about Tamakawa?”

 He shrugs. “Does Tamakawa have a cat head? Little bell instead of a tie?”

 “You really don’t know their names? After how many times you’ve had to meet with them, like when you got yourself fucking kidna—”

 He’s off the bricks and in your face before you can blink, the smell of burnt sugar wafting through the air as his hands crackle. “Swear to god, if you finish that sentence…” 

 “Aw, still have a little chip on your shoulder about that?” You grin. “It’s a good thing Deku and Riot had your back, otherwise you would’ve been on your own, and well…”

 "Why do you have to be such a bitch all the fucking time?" He finally breaks, and you think this might be a new record for how long the two of you have held out before reverting to name-calling. 

 You snicker to yourself and take one step back, just so that you aren't breathing in that sugar sweet smell that radiates from him. 

 "What, you thought you were just gonna waltz up to me and act like high school never happened?" You muse. "I don't think so, sweetheart."

 "I'm not waltzin' anywhere! You waltzed! You left after school, and this is you waltzing back home, and—"

 "Katsuki Bakugou, don't tell me you missed me," you drawl with a smirk. 

 He squints at you from behind his mask. "Don't flatter yourself." 

 "Well, what am I supposed to think?" You question before pushing your lips out in a pout, batting your eyelashes in an exaggerated fashion. "You find me all alone in a dark alley and come to my rescue, make sure these bad men don't beat me up."

 "God, you're annoying," he grumbles, and you let out a genuine laugh. 

 "Right back at ya', bud."

 He does actually help you with lining the criminals up on the wall, a couple of them mumbling incoherently, others limp as rag dolls. Neither of you try to make conversation, knowing it'll only turn into an argument, and you're glad when you see the cop cars pull up because you know it means you can get away from—

 "Wait, both of you are responsible for this?" Tsukauchi asks, speaking away from the phone he's holding. 

 "What?" You look at him then to Bakugou then back and immediately claim, "No, no, this was all Dynamight, it's fine."

 He did take down four out of the five perps anyway, you barely had to lift a finger, so…

 "Nah, I'd say it was a joint effort," Bakugou negates, suddenly slinging an arm around your neck and gritting through a fake smile, "Always so modest, like she can't help it."

 You elbow him in the stomach but are only given the satisfaction of a very small grunt. Tsukauchi glances between the two of you, obviously picking up on the fact that something is off, but doesn't seem to want to dive into it himself. You can't blame him. 

 "Okay, well, uh, both of you will have to fill out reports then. Do you need a ride to the station?" 

 "No, s'fine, I've got my bike around the corner," Bakugou states. "She can catch a ride."

 "Really not neces—"

 Bakugou just cuts you off. "We'll meet you there!" then starts tugging you toward wherever he's parked his stupid little motorcycle. 

 "What is wrong with you?"

 "Nothin' at all," he chuckles, letting go of you when you rip yourself out of his grasp. 

 "Here I was thinking professional hero work and adulthood would have matured you, but nooo."

 "Look who's talkin'."

 The bike is actually pretty nice, not that you'll ever tell him that. It's mostly black with accents the same shade of green as his disgusting grenades. You're glad he kept the orange far away. It's bad enough he walks around the city looking like an explosion personified, no need to take it another step further.

 His costume hasn’t changed much over the years, still as obnoxious as it's always been—spiked mask and headpiece, bright ‘X’ over his chest, bulky gauntlets, and boots that it looks like he’s finally grown into. He always thought he looked so good in high school, and though you may have been mean to him almost as much as he was to you, you just didn’t have the heart to tell him his accessories made him look like a shrimp, too big for his body type at the time.

 At the time.

 He’s gotten taller, though. Taller and broader. It’s irritating, but you’re not about to dwell on it. It’s just fucking Bakugou in a slightly evolved form, still the same snot-nosed bully you went to school with, sporting the same stupid, unruly hair and the same cocky grin. 

 “You’re gonna have to hold on,” he gruffs after you’ve kicked your leg over the bike, no choice but to sit pressed against him, and isn’t he just loving this. Prick.

 “Yeah, yeah, just get us there in one piece.” 

 The air is warm out tonight, but as soon as you start speeding through the streets, the temperature feels to drop by a few degrees. Other cars and buildings whistle past, nothing more than streaks in your peripheral vision. Your fingers tightly grip the material at Bakugou’s waist, but even then, you attempt to keep any and all contact to a minimum, still trying not to lean against him completely. He probably knows, can feel how stiff you are behind him, but if he has anything to say, he doesn’t, knows it’s a lost cause against the roar of the engine.

 Once parked outside of the station, you dismount then smooth your hands over your hair, mumble a quiet, “Give a girl a helmet next time, geez,” to which he rolls his eyes and pushes you toward the entrance of the building. 

 “Not really one for ride-alongs,” he tells you.

 You don’t believe him, letting out a sarcastic, “Okay, sure,” so that he’s made aware. Katsuki Bakugou not giving friends—girls—rides on that bike, yeah right. It’s probably one of many tactics he uses to get into people’s good graces (as well as their pants on some occasions). 

 He didn’t publicly date often at UA, and you don’t hear much about his love life now aside from the occasional tabloid yammering about seeing him walk out of a Boba shop with Uravity or Miruko, but you know it, you feel it in your bones, the dude gets around. With a face like that, you know he does.

 Trudging up the steps, you hear his heavy boots and heavier sighs behind you. You’ve irked him which is only fair since you’ve been stuck in a state of perpetual annoyance since you first started hearing his explosions earlier. At least this way nobody’s happy. 

 Tsukauchi gets some peon to grab the routine paperwork for both of you to fill out, shoving you into a cubicle together before shuffling away. You’re content to just stay silent, let the scratch of the pens fill the quietness, and it works for a while, but—

 “You were really gonna give me full credit just so you could leave?”

 You stop writing and peer up at Bakugou through narrowed eyes. “It was less about leaving and more about getting away from you.”

 “That bad, huh?” He asks, and you can see the corner of his mouth pulling upward, a tell-tale sign that he’s about to say or do something infuriating. “Just can’t control yourself around me, can you? Had to at least try to get away.”

 The face you make is completely unflattering, you can tell, but you’re too lost in trying to figure out exactly what you just heard—control?—can’t around…?

 “What the fuck are you talking about?”

 “Look, I know it’s been a few years, but I was hoping since you’re back in the city, we could just put it all behind us,” he tries, red eyes looking full of sincerity to an amateur but not to you. No, you can still see mischief lurking within. 

 “I’m still at a loss,” you admit. “Put what behind us? The years of back and forth bullying, or—”

 “Dont be fucking stupid,” Bakugou laughs, leaning back in his chair some. His eyebrows raise just a bit, expression morphing to one of casual arrogance. “I know you liked me back then and were embarrassed about it. Probably are now, too.”

 The cackle that bursts from your chest is not cute, and it rings through the station for everyone to hear. “I’m sorry, what?”

 Blinking at you, Bakugou's eyebrows begin to knit together in confusion. "Jesus Christ, you think I—" you wheeze, "—that I could ever—" tears are gathering in the corners of your eyes, "—like, in what world could you—could you interpret all of that—as infatuation?!" 

 You have to drop your head, shoulders shaking as you try and fail to calm yourself down. This idea that he's formed, that you've just liked him this whole time, too coy to say anything so you simply resorted to flinging insults and inflicting bodily injury. It's too fucking funny, can't even put into words—

 "Alright, alright, chill out, fuck," Bakugou grumbles, but it only makes you laugh harder. "Keep it up, and I'm just gonna assume it's a panic response at bein' caught."

 "Being caught—I cannot believe—" Taking in a few deep breaths, you try to avoid looking at Bakugou (or the few unfamiliar faces that are angled toward you because of your outburst). "You thought I was, what, pulling your pigtails or something?" 

 "Why else would you be such a bitch?" He asks like it's obvious. 

 "Maybe because you're a fucking dick? I wasn't just gonna lay and take it like everyone else. Screw that."

 You'd witnessed it too many times to count, the way he would intimidate his peers, make them feel inadequate or completely useless. He had his tight group of friends, and if you're being honest, he wasn't much nicer to them. They just had thicker skin, it seemed. 

 You weren't about to be one of the "extras" at UA, but you definitely weren't gonna be Bakugou's friend, so the only other real option was to become his enemy. It was a bold move, but look where it's gotten you: fearless in the face of pro hero Dynamight, able to laugh out loud at his expense and not be even a little afraid of him. 

 Because what is he really gonna do? If anything, he's even more restricted now than he was in school, has to keep his reputation in mind before doing anything rash (like murder another pro). 

 "Do you assume criminals wanna fuck you too since you don't get along with them?" You tease, enjoying the way Bakugou grits his teeth and glares. 

 "Keep it up, see what happens," he threatens. 

 He's a little red in the face, so you figure you can afford him some mercy, so after a little more giggling, you turn back to your paperwork, finishing it up with a few little snickers here and there.

 You aren't sure if Bakugou completes his forms at the same time as you or if he's just been waiting, but as soon as you tidy your papers and stand, he does the same. 

 "What are you doing?" There’s that bite to your words again.

 Bakugou snorts. “Getting ready to leave. The fuck does it look like I’m doing?”

 You shrug him off like you’ve been trying to all night, stepping past him to get to Tsukauchi’s desk to drop off your report. 

 “You gonna let me give you a ride back to your place?” 

 “Why,” you smirk. “So, you can find ways to torment me in what’s supposed to be the safety of my own home?”

 “God damn, you really think I’m obsessed with you or something.”

 “Hey, man—” the two of you are walking out of the station at this point, and you don’t mean to follow him to his bike, but your legs carry you there anyway. “—the line between love and hate is very, very thin.”

 “So, you think I’m in love with you now,” he chuckles, sounding a little too smug.

 You round on him, jabbing a finger into what you find is a very toned chest. “I didn’t say that.”

 “Yeah, but you implied it.”

 Rolling your eyes, you mumble a tired, “Insufferable,” because you are tired. The aggressive banter really does take a lot out of you, so paired with the criminal fight from earlier this evening, you’re ready to shower and fall into bed. 

 Bakugou apparently does not notice as he refuses to relent. “Lemme give you a ride.”

 It’s a battle you don’t see yourself winning at the present time, so you wave a hand with another grumbled, “Whatever,” and rattle off your address. Like you realized before, he’s on a tighter leash now. It’s unlikely he’d turn to petty vandalism just to piss you off. 

 The ride is a little longer than the one to the station, and while you’re just as stiff as before when you initially get on the bike behind Bakugou, the constant wind against your face eventually wears you down enough to rest your head against his broad back, just between his shoulder blades. No need to let your skin get chapped and raw, especially since someone decided helmets weren’t a necessity. 

 When he pulls up to your apartment complex, he drives around back and idles as you swing yourself over the seat.

 “Thanks for the ride. It’s been a lovely reunion,” you tell him with a sarcastic salute, but he obviously can’t hear you over the engine, so he turns it off.

 You don’t know how to feel about that. 

 “What?” He gruffs with a squint, street lamps shining right in his ruby eyes. 

 “I said it’s been great,” you repeat, making sure to add, “Sarcasm.”

 “Yeah, figured as much.”

 You stand there, counting the seconds as they tick by, and you should turn around, go up to your apartment, leave him until the next time you inevitably run into each other.

 But, there’s a little voice calling out to you: maybe it is time to let bygones be bygones, put the past behind you, move forward as adults. Maybe both of you have grown enough to have some semblance of a civil, professional relationship.

 It’s why you sigh and make the offer, “You wanna come up for a drink or something?”

 Bakugou blinks at you, obviously surprised. “I don’t really drink.”

 “I have, like, tea too, but if that’s a soft rejection, that’s also fine.”

 He laughs, a gritty rumble that makes you curl your toes in your boots. You’re already regretting the invitation. 

 “Not a soft rejection. Just making sure you’re not trying to get me liquored up.” 

 He kicks the stand out for his motorcycle then slides off of it, gesturing for you to lead the way, and why why why did you think this was a good idea? What fucking possessed you to do this? Are you really so hopeful to believe this won’t turn into another fight?

 “Why, pray tell, would I wanna get you liquored up?” You question as you begin to walk up the stairs. 

 “Dunno. Pictures of a drunk Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight that you can post to make me look bad—”

 “You ever regret choosing that for a name?” You interrupt, genuinely curious as you shove your keys into the lock. 

 “Not even a little bit. No one is ever surprised when they meet me, hero name sums up my entire personality,” he chuckles.

 “For once, I have to agree with you.”

 Your unit is small and sparsely decorated. Most of the time spent at home is for eating and sleeping, more often than not out on the streets patrolling or at some boring fucking hero committee meeting you get invited to. 

 “Boots off, please.”

 Bakugou scoffs. “You know how fuckin’ long it takes me to put these on?”

 “That sounds like a you problem. I don’t need you tracking shit on the carpet.”

 He grumbles something under his breath but bends down to start unlacing the hardcore costume boots. Yours are much easier to unzip and kick off, and you don’t miss the way Bakugou smirks when he straightens and finds that you’ve shrunk a few inches, still considerably shorter than him even without his ridiculous platforms. 

 “Wipe that look off your face. You want tea or not?”

 “Am I gonna need to help you reach the shelf it’s on,” he teases, and yeah, this was a bad idea.

 “I know you’re not making fun of me in my own home.”

 “You’d be wrong then.”

 He’s hot on your heels as you walk the few paces into your kitchenette, posts up against the counter as you retrieve the box of tea from the pantry (on a middle shelf so that you don’t have to stand on your tip-toes, thank you). A pot is filled with water, set on the stove, and like that, you both wait for it to start boiling.

 Leaning against the cabinets opposite of Bakugou, you cross your arms over your chest and stare. He’s just how you remember him but… not. Features are harder, jawline sharper, and his frown is somehow even more pronounced. His headpiece is resting on top of the gauntlets next to his boots, so you can see every spike of his hair with nothing to distract you, and you’re alarmed to find that despite its all-over-the-place nature, it looks soft, like you could easily run your fingers—

 You stop that thought before it can get away from you, shaking your head and sighing.

 “What?” He pries.

 You turn back to the pot to find tiny bubbles rising to the surface. “Nothing.”

 He exhales like he’s put out, but you’re too busy once again thinking about how stupid it was to invite him up here. 

 “Why’ve you always hated me so much?”

 The question hangs in the air between you too, thick, heavy, loaded. How are you supposed to answer something like that? The truth, probably. It’s not like it’s embarrassing, but it will no doubt lead to one of many arguments you’re trying to avoid. 

 Back still turned, you counter, “You want me to start from the beginning when you tripped me on our first day, or…”

 “That was just me being a punk kid.”

 You do twist around at that, expression incredulous. “Uh, newsflash, I was also a punk kid.”

 “Okay, new question then. Why’d it take you so long to retaliate?”

 It was sabotage, you remember almost fondly. Loosening screws in his desk so that you could kick one of the supporting rods in the middle of class and make him topple over. That had been a couple days after he’d sprayed you in the face with the water fountain after quirk training. 

 Good times, good times. 

 “It didn’t take me that long, but if you must know, I wasn’t exactly keen on engaging in a four-year rivalry,” you admit with a click of your tongue. “But, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.”

 “Like, get her ass kicked every other day.”

 “Um, I do recall almost breaking your arm during sparring third year.”

 The little noise he makes is unimpressed. “Barely even a sprain.”

 “Yeah, that’s why you had to have Recovery Girl kiss it better.”

 The water finally comes to a boil, and you dip two teabags into it then spend the next several minutes reminiscing debating past “pranks” that usually ended with one or both of you in the infirmary. 

 “For two people who hated each other, we were pretty, uh… fixated,” Bakugou muses.

 You raise your eyebrows, glancing away. “You said it, not me.”

 “You’re tellin’ me there was really nothing there on your end?” Another inquiry that catches you off guard, but this time instead of looking somewhere else, your eyes snap to his. “Not even a little curiosity?”

 Your gaze narrows, immediately suspicious. “Did you want there to be? Were you curious back then?” 

 “I was a teenage boy. ‘Course I was.”

 It surprises you for some reason, and if you could take another step back, you would, but the countertop is already digging into the small of your back, and to get out of the kitchenette, you’d have to bypass Bakugou which seems like a… not great idea right now. 

 “Years of torment and it was all just, what, a little boy’s sexual frustration?”

 “Well, that and I wasn’t used to anyone challenging me the way you did.”

 “Oh, so I was just special?” God, you hope you don’t sound as flustered as you feel, but the subject at hand is making your face heat and your stomach flip and your hands tremble which you hope he doesn’t notice as you pull the bags out of the tea to throw away.

 “Guess you could say that,” he only halfway confirms, and why is your heart beating so fast? This is Bakugou. Katsuki Bakugou. The guy who made some of your most formative years hell, and you’re, what, getting fucking butterflies?

 “You’re shaking,” he says, much closer than before, so close you can feel his breath ghost over the shell of your ear. It makes you shiver. 

 You're honest when you tell him, “Yeah, ‘cause you’re makin’ me nervous.”

 “Why?”

 You reach forward, fingers clumsy as you turn the burner off, then suck in a deep breath and pivot to face him—a mistake considering you’re nearly chest to chest now.

 “Because, Bakugou, I don’t know what you’re playing at right now.”

 Except you think you do. You think you know exactly where this is leading. 

 “You gonna stop me?”

 Your eyes are too wide in your skull, straining, taking in the set of his face. Determination laced with that curiosity he spoke of earlier. Is this just scratching an itch from forever ago? And, if it is, do you really care?

 No. No to that question, and no to his.

 “Tea’s gonna get cold,” you murmur, as if either of you could give a shit. 

 It’s the last thing you manage to get out before he bends to press his mouth to yours, and it’s exactly how you expect Bakugou’s kiss to be—fierce and unforgiving but also hungry, fiery. Passionate. 

 As soon as your lips part, he’s sliding his tongue into your mouth, warm as it moves with yours. One of his hands, larger now than you previously thought, curls around the back of your head, angling you any and every way he wants which is much hotter than you’d like to admit, but then maybe that’s what Bakugou has always been to you: more appealing than you’d like.

 In a swift motion, he scoops you up to set you on the counter a little too close to the stove than you’d normally like, but you’re too wrapped up to worry much about it. About level with his hips now, he has you just close enough to the edge to be able to grind against you just where he wants, just where you want, and the way you moan into the kiss is mildly horrifying, but the reciprocated grunt that rumbles from his throat is extremely satisfying. 

 “Bedroom?” He huffs.

 “Mm, shower, I was sweating earlier,” you try.

 “Don’t care,” he dismisses before ordering, “Wrap your legs around me.”

 A younger version of yourself would have frothed and spit at him, don’t fucking tell me what to do, but not now. Now, you’re busy fitting yourself to him, arms locked around his neck, thighs hiked high as he grips them hard enough to bruise, walking backwards out of the kitchen then letting you direct him to the small room in the back. 

 You’re tossed on the bed and then abandoned as Bakugou sheds his clothes, heavy thunks of various belts and buckles hitting the floor, and while you have the space, you do the same, lifting your hips to shimmy out of your pants then tearing your top over your head. 

 The thought of a shower crosses your mind again, knowing you could use one and he probably could do, but when Bakugou turns to face you, on full display to you for the first time, you come to the conclusion that bathing would be futile as you probably wouldn’t actually do much washing. 

 “Quit starin’, you’re gonna make me blush or some shit.”

 “Oh, please blush,” you giggle, a little shy yourself as you cover your chest when he begins walking toward you. “Give me something new to tease you about.”

 “I don’t think so.”

 He takes one long stride over, and the bed dips when he places a knee on the edge, your entire body tilting toward him and making it even easier for him to reach down and pry your arm away from your torso. 

 "Fuck, you're just as sexy as I thought you'd be," he says, and by the tone of his voice, you can't tell if he's satisfied or upset by this fact. 

 Raising your free hand, you're able to sink your fingers into that soft, blond hair, urging him down to you as you play, "Think about me like this a lot then?" 

 "Tonight, mostly," he tells you sincerely, and you think that's better than him confessing to a legitimate years-long crush. Curiosity at a young age is understandable, but if he told you he had full blown feelings for you back then, you'd probably call him a liar. 

 "Haven't been able to stop thinkin' about this since I found you in the alley," he elaborates, dipping down to nip at your neck then sucking at the offended skin. 

 "So, you covered it up by calling me a bitch?"

 Any snark is lost to the gasp he pulls from you, back arching in an invitation that he takes when he palms your tits. 

 "Old habits die hard." 

 "Tell me about it."

 He bites and sucks a trail down your neck and to your chest, teeth gently closing around the nipple he isn't pinching between two fingers, and your core aches, legs spreading without thought in a silent plea. 

 You got a glimpse of his cock when he'd walked over to the bed, noted its above average size, and the younger you would have been disappointed, always assuming all that Big Dick Energy™ was due to a comically small dick, but here and now, you're so, so glad of the weight of it in your hand when you reach down to stroke him, that his girth is too much to close your fingers around entirely. He's not intimidating, but you know that in time, your eyes will be rolling into the back of your head when he stretches you. 

 There's a bit of desperate fumbling for a while as Bakugou makes his way down your body, groaning regretfully when you lose your grip on his cock, but he seems to forget about it when he drops between your legs and pulls your thighs even further apart. 

 Some men stare. Some tease. Bakugou does neither, immediately burying his face in your dripping pussy, circling your entrance with his tongue, bumping your clit with his nose. Relying on his shoulders to keep you spread for him, he snakes his hands under your ass, gripping each cheek and using them to move you in gentle little jerks—up and down, side to side, like you're riding his face on his terms. 

 Your spine tingles, gut growing hot, because Bakugou looks and feels ravenous as he eats you out, lapping at your wetness when he pushes a finger inside of you, the tip of his tongue laving over the skin that tightens at the intrusion of a second. 

 He's somehow gentle and rough at the same time, in control while losing it, and all you can do is leak all over his face. Your fingers knot in his hair, tugging harder the closer you get, and fuck, is that string pulling tight, threads slowly beginning to snap one by one until it's at its full breaking point, and then—

 "Not just yet, sweetheart," he grins, sitting up on his elbows and aiming a little slap right over your swelling clit. "Wanna draw this out."

 You whine, an honest to God pout tugging your lips downward, but it's only another couple of seconds before you decide there are better things to do with your mouth.

 Slipping out of Bakugou's grasp with limbs like jelly, you slide down to your knees on the floor. He catches on quickly, moving to sit on the edge of the bed and spreading his legs for you to kneel between. Up close now, you can really admire his cock, its length and thickness along with its barely-there curve and the vein that runs up the side. 

 That's what you go for first, tracing over the raised skin so lightly it makes Bakugou pant. His fingertips dig into the bedspread for a few moments, but sooner rather than later they're pressing into the back of your skull as he leads you to the head of his cock, flushed with precum beading and dripping from it. 

 "Okay, okay," you laugh airily.

 You don't shake him off when he guides you down, your jaw dropping as you cover your teeth with your lips. He's warm and fat, stretching your mouth as you rub the flat of your tongue back and forth on the underside of his shaft. It's only then that he lets go of you, releasing you as well as a deep groan as he falls back onto the mattress. 

 You drool over his cock, letting spit coat him to make your glide easier, and then you're bobbing your head, taking a little more of him every time. You can't quite get the last inch without pushing yourself too far, so you curl your hand around it, jerking him off as you give what is hopefully the best and sloppiest blowjob he's ever received. 

 His hips jump when your other hand comes up to toy with his balls, massaging and rolling them, giving a slight tug every once in a while. Thighs tense and tighten around you, and even over all your slurping, you can hear the short breaths Bakugou is taking in. He's white-knuckling the sheets again, chest flushed with arousal, and then he's suddenly sitting up and pushing you away. 

 "Alright, stop."

 You bat your eyes up at him. "Why?" 

 "'Cause I'm not about to have you tellin' everyone I’m a quick shot," he answers, then scoots back on the bed and beckons you forward. 

 You go but not before grabbing a condom from the drawer of your nightstand. You're more than happy to fuck Dynamight, but you'll be damned if you end up having his kids. 

 Bakugou takes the foil package from you and tears it open with his canines—of course—then rolls it onto his dick faster than you ever could. 

 "You cool with being on top first?" He asks, and it catches you off guard. So much about him catches you off guard. "Want you to be able to set the pace 'til you're used to me."

 "Yeah, that's—that's fine."

 He helps you climb on top of him, just barely having to tilt his head up to look at you, and with his guiding hands, you slowly begin to lower yourself. 

 Eyebrows going high, you moan just as he hisses, your sore jaw dropping open, and it's just as you thought, that delicious stretch, that satisfying burn that you can feel all the up in your throat. 

 Once fully in his lap, you sit for a few moments, adjusting to the feeling of being this full. You rock your hips, heat flooding you when his cock rubs against the bump that makes your pussy drip, and when he notices, he takes you by the hips and repeats the motion with more force than you allowed yourself. 

 "Ohh fuck—fuck, Bakugou—"

 "Katsuki," he grunts into your ear, nipping at the cartilage in a way that makes goosebumps spring up on your arms and legs. "Just Katsuki now."

 At this point, you'll call him anything he wants you to, unable to think straight as he abuses that spot inside of you so that your eyes begin to water. 

 Fighting against his grip, you raise yourself some before dropping back down, and once that precedent is set, Katsuki assists you with the new rhythm. He lifts his hips to meet yours, fucking up into you while you cream around his cock—fuck, it feels so good, so good—

 "So fucking good, oh my god—"

 "Yeah?" He presses his chest against yours, your sensitive nipples gliding against his slick skin and making you push into him even harder. 

 One hand curled around your back, he flips you both around, on his knees now and tugging you by the legs so that your ass meets his pelvis. 

 The new angle makes you cry out, hands reaching for him, nails scratching down his toned abs so that the muscles jump beneath your touch. 

 "Feel good?" If Katsuki Bakugou were capable of cooing, you think he would be right now, voice a little softer than usual but still full of gravel. 

 "Yeah, fuck yes, right there—"

 He pistons in and out of you, and you can feel wetness coating your inner thighs, dripping down to the curve of your ass. He taps your clit a few times, eliciting a pathetic mewl from you. Katsuki just shushes you, though, soothing the nerves with delicate circles that quickly turn you into a sloppy mess, pussy clenching around him only to loosen again as more fluid trickles out. 

 The sight seems to trap him, fixating on the way you take him, pulsing around his cock, covering him base to tip in slick, gossamer arousal. It prompts him to thrust a little harder, circle a little faster until your eyes bulge and your breath catches. 

 Toes curl, your back arches, and like that you come hard enough to make your head throb. Your orgasm rolls over you in waves, body still sucking Katsuki in every time he fucks into you because he still is, riding out your climax alongside you. 

 And, when it dulls into an easy tide and you sigh, he leans down for a harsh kiss, growling, "So fucking sexy when you come on my cock."

 All you can do is moan in response, meeting his hips weakly, pulling his hair, dragging nails down his chest until he's panting heavier and his rhythm begins to falter. 

 "Can I—can I—' he stutters, and for a moment you think he's asking for permission, but before you can be too surprised (or laugh at him), he finishes, —can I come on your face?"

 In any other state of mind, you'd probably decline, maybe shout a judgmental, what the fuck did you just ask me? but right now you are dazed and pliant. Agreeable. 

 So, all you do is smile lazily and tell him, "Sure."

 Katsuki pulls out almost immediately, tearing the messy condom from his cock and moving forward on his knees to angle himself at your face. You sit up on your elbows to help him out, closing your eyes and bracing yourself as the slick sound of him jerking himself off fills the room. 

 "F-fuck—fuck—"

 It's the last warning you get before warm strings of cum start hitting your face, viscous as it drips downward. A line lands over one of your eyes, all but gluing it shut, while another coats your lips, your neck, the last load hitting just above your tits. 

 His hand slows, milking the last couple drops from his spent cock, and then he sighs and falls forward only to catch himself on the hand that's suddenly planted on the mattress next to you. 

 Opening the eye you can, you're not surprised to find him staring at you, smirking at you. 

 "Take a picture. It'll last longer," you tease after licking some of the cum from your lips. 

 He chuckles, reaching up to thumb away the string across your closed eye, then utters an unsurprising, "Don't tempt me."

 Before he can wipe his seed on your bedspread, you grab his hand and suck it from the coated digit. He blinks at you in what could either be awe or post-orgasm bliss, simply swaying when you leave his side to stand up. 

 "That did not disappoint," you say in a strained voice, arms high above your head as you stretch. "Now, I'm gonna shower 'cause I am filthy, and you're more than welcome to join me."

 He does join you. And, afterwards he joins you for re-warmed tea. Then a movie on the couch. Then falling asleep in your bed. 

 Maybe it was a one-off and you'll be back at each other's throats in a few days, or maybe high school really is just water under the bridge. 

 Whatever the case, once a full twenty-four hours have passed—a few texts sent back and forth—you come to the conclusion that you're gonna have to learn to work with pro hero Dynamight one way or another just as your PR teams are about to have to learn because staring at you on the homepage of your news app is a photo of you, clad in a skimpy robe and slippers, walking Katsuki out to his motorcycle the morning after your escapade. 

 Your phone starts ringing before you even close out of the article, 'Lord Explosion Idiot' displayed in bright letters. 

 You accept the call with a laugh. 

 "You ready for this shitstorm?" He asks without pause. 

 "Ready as I'll ever be."

[haikyuu-boys-headcanons]

𝙷𝙰𝙸𝙺𝚈𝚄𝚄 𝙱𝙾𝚈𝚂 - 𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝙴𝚇 𝙼𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂

hehe, i’m back at it again with one of these long ass posts but this idea’s literally been in my head all day long so here you go !! obvious nsfw warning :)

tw: this whole post is just nsfw and embarrassing to read so read at your own risk >:)

𝙳𝙰𝙸𝙲𝙷𝙸 » during a super intense and loud session, his voice cracked as he asked you “does that feel goOD- good baby?” to this day, he still prays that you couldn’t hear him over the sound of your own moans

𝚂𝚄𝙶𝙰𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙰 » you were riding him and he went to slap your ass, but something went wrong either because you were riding too quickly or he was shaking too much, boy ended up slapping himself in the balls. you’ve never heard that boy scream that loud in your life

𝙰𝚂𝙰𝙷𝙸 » literally pulled out in the middle of sex to get up and rush to the corner of his room to flip around his childhood teddy bears. your just laying there with your tiddies and coochie out waiting for asahi to shield the eyes of mr. wiggles

𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙺𝙰 » you two were having pretty intense shower sex until tanaka did the number one thing your not supposed to do during shower sex; this muthafucker slipped while holding you. long story short, y’all were okay but just ended up having nasty shower floor sex??

𝙽𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚈𝙰 » this tiny ass 5′2 man was unconsciously humping your leg while you were both asleep?? his presumably pleasurable wet dream had turned into a sudden nightmare when you literally had to KICK him off you to stop the humping. bad nishinoya, bad!

𝙺𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚈𝙰𝙼𝙰 » came WAYYY too early inside you, but he was too embarrassed to say anything so he just... kept going. sadly, no one had warned kageyama of the intense effects of overstimulation. he was shaking and whimpering so badly behind you to the point where you had to ask him to pull out and bring him a glass of water to calm down

𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙰 » the first time you squirted on him, he just blatantly asked you these exact few words that left you feeling mortified: “did you just piss on me?” nuh uh hinata, this water fountain ain’t yours to drown in anymore >:( 

𝚃𝚂𝚄𝙺𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙼𝙰 » kei was hitting it from the back pretty hard this time, so hard that you were suddenly... on an angle? suddenly, now you two were much closer to the floor than before. the bed ended up collapsing, yes literally collapsing due to kei’s powerful thrusts. worst part is, nobody got to finish since kei dragged you to ikea to grumpily buy a new bedframe. but hey, he bought you ikea meatballs; that shit hits so different

𝚈𝙰𝙼𝙰𝙶𝚄𝙲𝙷𝙸 » one super duper intense night, he passed out the SECOND he came. no matter how much you flicked the temple of his forehead, yamaguchi was dead asleep. you had to literally slap him awake to get him to clean up, you ain’t risking a ranky stanky UTI puthy in the morning

𝙾𝙸𝙺𝙰𝚆𝙰 » kept calling himself a sex machine during the act. i don’t know if it was due to the 6 tequila shots he had beforehand or just his inner ego revealing, whatever it was it was about to make your pussy close

𝙸𝚆𝙰𝚉𝚄𝙼𝙸 » this one time, he kept going in at a weird angle which caused you to repeatedly queef for 7 minutes straight. every time you told him to pull out and go in properly, he laughed and kept going in at that one weird angle!! was your embarrassment a turn on for him?? maybe!! but were you mortified? absolutely!!

𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃𝚂𝚄𝙽 » i’m sorry to have to be the one to announce this, but this man had the worst case of full blown bush you’ve ever seen. like, he didn’t even try to manscape or anything at all. you ended up begging him to trim just a tiny bit because you weren’t gonna risk choking on a pube whilst your going down on him

𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙸 » rubbed your left labia thinking it was your clit. and he kept doing that. the whole. fucking. time. even when you subtly moved his fingers towards your clit, he just kept going back to the left lip.

𝙺𝚄𝙽𝙸𝙼𝙸 » had the most dry and dull dirty talk you’ve ever heard. like, it’s not even dirty talk at this point; it’s just clean talk. there’s no passion when he talks! he uses the same tone he would use for anyone else at any other moment. to paint the picture, imagine riding kunimi and he’s just there with a furrowed expression like “yup, that feels really good”

𝙺𝚈𝙾𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙸 » tried to pull one of those unexpected anal scenes that he saw from a porno, without telling you beforehand. life lesson here; if you party at shit's house, don't be surprised if shit's at the party

𝙺𝚄𝚁𝙾𝙾 » you two were looking to get a little more kinky in terms of BDSM, so kuroo watched like 30 tutorials on youtube on how to safely tie you up so you won’t fall or anything. this bitch ended up tying rope knots that were practically impossible to undo, which resulted in you hanging from the ceiling for approximately 2 hours pussy-ass naked while kuroo tried to cut you down with a kitchen knife

𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙼𝙰 » wanted to spice things up with some dirty talk, like the real nasty talk they use in pornos but not the normal pornos; the shitty company ones with horrific acting. he really ended up announcing that he was going to “fuck your fucking fanny off, you twat”

𝙻𝙴𝚅 » got super excited while he was opening the lube since he hadn’t gotten to fuck you in a WHILE, which resulted the lube leaked everywhere and a giant 6′5 man slipping and hitting his head on the bed frame. worst part is; he had to go to the ER with a hard on that refused to go away

𝙱𝙾𝙺𝚄𝚃𝙾 » speaking of boners that wouldn’t go away, let’s not forget that one time bokuto took two viagras when you texted him to come over for a special occasion. he horribly misinterpreted the ‘special occasion’ text, because he showed up to your house with a huge buldge in his pants as your parents stand before him holding anniversary cards, completely horrified

𝙰𝙺𝙰𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙸 » wanted to make valentines day sex as romantic as he could, so he did the classic lighting candles and giving roses. everything was beautiful, until he accidently knocked one of the bigger candles over during missionary. this not only caused a huge ass fire in your bedroom, but he came right as the fire began to spread. boy was debating on whether his orgasm was to die for or not

𝙺𝙾𝙽𝙾𝙷𝙰 » had a nose bleed when he was going down on you and you both were immediately horrified, you thinking it was your period and him thinking he just ate coochie blood. yet as you went to go clean up, you realized his face had much more blood on it than your coochie did. to this day, he still blames it on your period 

𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙹𝙸𝙼𝙰 » threw you onto the bed and your head went through the wall. he didn’t even bother to ask you if you were okay, he just sighed and went “well, now i have to make a call to the construction guy. excuse me” and he left you and your concussed ass head sit there once again, pussy ass naked

𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙾𝚄 » during a blowjob, he held your head down right as he was coming causing the cum to shoot up your throat and somehow pour out of your nose. by the time he pulled out, he could barely breath from laughing at you. sure, the classic ‘milk shooting out of nose’ thing was funny at first until you got a sinus infection and had to breath out of your mouth for the next three days

𝚂𝙴𝙼𝙸 » always insists having sex in the most inconvenient places?? like he would pull you to side while grocery shopping and start grinding up against you as you pick which brand of cheese would be better??

𝙶𝙾𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙺𝙸 » he kept getting frustrated that his bangs were clouding his field of vision, so he irritably grabbed a hair tie and frantically tied up the sides of his bangs while he was fucking you. you immediately burst out laughing since he looked exactly like boo from monsters inc. 

𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙼𝙰 » got so drunk that he ended up fucking the couch. like he was just there on top of you, and his dick was just sliding between the folds of the leather couch. you decided to let him finish like that

𝚂𝙰𝙺𝚄𝚂𝙰 » had a really bad reaction to one of the products he used while shaving and ended up getting super irritated down there so he kept having to pull out in-between thrusts to itch his crotch. to make things worse, you joking suggested that he looked like he had syphilis and he got so disgusted at the idea of that thought that he literally had to pull out and take a breather 

𝙾𝚂𝙰𝙼𝚄 » drizzled ‘warm’ chocolate down your chest and was about to seductively lick it off until you screamed in pain and horror as the chocolate was literally burning your skin off. osamu panicked, obviously not knowing what to do if chocolate was burning his partners skin off so he just... frantically licked it off. you still had to go to the ER afterwards to get treated for mild burns

𝙰𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙼𝚄 » didn’t know what a hymen was until the first time he tried to have sex with you. no matter how much he tried to shove his schlong in, it really just wasn’t working + “yer puss is broken”

𝚂𝚄𝙽𝙰 » pinched your nipples so fucking hard to the point where you started crying. he thoughts these were tears of pleasure until you literally had to kick him off you. but hey, he gave you ice for your sore nipples and mcdonalds! what more could a girl possibly want :)

uh the end lol

also, this idea was inspired by the first haikyuu headcanon i ever read, “awkward sex moments” by @bbytetsu <3

[jungkxook]

—pour up. (m)

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader x taehyung

⟶ genre: fuckboy!jungkook / fuckboy!taehyung + smut  

⟶ words: 14,048 (idk how it’s literally just smut)

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: sleeping with both notorious frat boys kim taehyung and jeon jungkook doesn’t sound so bad ━ especially when you’re drunk and faded.

⟶ warnings: mentions of drug/alcohol use, essentially pwp lol, threesome, double penetration, voyeurism, messy rough sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dry humping, manhandling, doggy style, riding (sort of?), fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), face riding, face fucking, deepthroating, breast play, slight begging (mostly oc making jungkook beg hehe), brief name calling, dirty talking, unprotected sex, creampie

⟶ note: this is a repost of a fic from my old blog! also shout out to miss jlin @bratkook​ for being the sweetest and for liking this trashy fic of mine, and a happy early birthday present to @onherwings​ miss juno, the resident taekook lover!! 💛

also the accompanying song to this fic is pour up by dean!

There were times when you were sober where you were persistent about never being in a five foot radius of a frat boy, much less strip yourself of your dignity long enough to sleep with one.

Your appalling disgust and immense irritation of the male species that were frat boys kept you well in tune to your rule ━ until you’re far past the point of drunk and faded. Only then, when your bloodstream is laced with alcohol and your mind is nothing but a hazy cloud of smoke, you shrink into a shameless hypocrite and favour the appeal of a simple hook up. But you have needs too; it isn’t entirely your fault. Kim Taehyung offers you exactly that, with the promise to then act as if nothing happens the very next day so that the two of you can revert to despising one another out in public.

You act as if no one knows about your flings with ultimate frat boy Taehyung almost every weekend, as if they’re just as oblivious as you, but damn near the whole school knows and most certainly the rest of the boys in Beta Tau Sigma, or as Taehyung puts it, his brothers. It’s a useless cycle of bicker, avoid, drink, sex, and repeat, ever since you joined the school as a freshman and the sophomore boy took an interest in you. He’s charming in all the right ways and good looking but his smooth appeal was almost too good to be true and, past his “kind” smiles, you could make him out to be arrogant, vain, and cocky. Maybe you would have given him an actual chance had it not been for his snarkiness but all your brain could truly handle was his dick for a few hours a week.

Unsurprisingly, you always end up crashing at Beta Tau Sigma after one of their raging parties that results in your hook ups with Taehyung; surprisingly, Taehyung is miraculously into pillow talk post-sex and so he doesn’t entirely mind if you stay the night. But, by morning, when the alcohol has all but turned into a terrible hangover, he can hardly care less if you stay or not.

Usually, you wake up on your own, courtesy of past sober you setting an alarm on your phone to make sure you wake up earlier than all the other walkers of shame and anyone else in Beta Tau Sigma. Ideally, it was to help guarantee that no one would ever see you or judge you for stooping low enough to sleep with a fuckboy but you don’t know how well that’s working out for you anymore, if you’re being honest.

That’s why, early one fateful Sunday morning after a night of fun with Taehyung, you awaken with a start to the shrill Marimba tone that rips through the silence of the room and causes you to literally jump out of bed and crash onto the floor. You groan at the sharp pain that shoots up your spine and accompanies your groggy mind as your eyes flicker open only to be greeted with a blinding light that is the sun as it filters through the shut curtains. Littered on the ground are clothes, your clothes, beer bottles, red solo cups, discarded bed sheets, a singular condom wrapper (you thank your past selves for at least being sober enough to remember to use one), and your cell phone.

“Turn that shit off, for fuck sakes,” he grovels.

His hangover, and the early morning, makes his already deep voice even rougher, huskier, and you blame your disoriented mind for thinking he sounds even remotely sexy. He doesn’t bother to lift his head from his pillow or to find where you are in the room, the messy longer-than-usual curls of his hair flopping into his lashes as he flips onto his back. Other bodily remnants remain from the night before, from the mellowing ache between your legs left in the wake of his dick sufficiently railing you to the bite marks on his neck that you had so graciously bestowed him.

Now, you roll your eyes at him instead but dive for your phone nearby and tap the snooze button before it wakes the entire house and rouses the army of fuckboys from the dead.

“Good morning to you too,” You remark. “Is that better, princess?”

“Much.”

You push yourself to your feet and stretch, the stiff joints in your body popping and cracking, before searching for your clothes. You’re certain Taehyung has fallen back asleep as you dig around through the clutter to find your belongings but what else is new? It’s a routine the two of you have come to know well, and one that neither of you mind. You spot some sort of lacy material hidden underneath a few of Taehyung’s dirty laundry laying on the floor and reach for it thinking it’s yours. You’re only mildly disturbed to find that it isn’t yours at all ━ though you’re more concerned about the hygienic purposes of touching some other girl’s thong than you are about the blatant fact Taehyung sleeps with more girls than just you (a fact you swear you could care less for).

“Jesus Christ, your room is a disaster,” You scoff now.

“You could clean it,” Taehyung suggests sluggishly. Now, he’s awake, pretty and hooded eyes fluttering open to find you nearby. He props his hand behind his head to lift his gaze a little higher.

You snort, tossing the underwear away. “You never cease to━”

“Amaze you?”

“Repel me more than when I see the collection of thongs you have hidden in your room,” You correct. Fortunately, you spot your own underwear nearby and scoop it up, quickly slipping into them.

“Aw, baby, is that a bit of jealousy I hear?” Taehyung asks. He runs a hand through his dishevelled dark locks and shoots you a drowsy smirk. “You know you’re my one and only. I can always count on you when I want good head.”

“Please, flatter me some more, Tae,” You quip dryly.

As you hastily slide into your stiff shirt and jeans next and turn to face him, combing your fingers through your hair, Taehyung seems to take your words to heart and tries again. “You look like shit.”

You feign a voluntarily loud and overly dramatic moan. “Ugh, you really do know how to treat a girl━” Your cut off by a shameless snort from Taehyung before you continue on, “You know, you don’t exactly look the hottest right now either.”

“I beg to differ,” he replies nonchalantly. Technically, he isn’t lying, but you refuse to feed his ego any more.

“As if.”

“Funny,” he hums. “Could’ve sworn last night you were calling me hot when you were begging for my dick.”

You don’t bother to reply. Instead, you shake your head as you rub your tired face, uttering, “I need a coffee.”

“You could stay,” he offers. “I can make you one.”

“You don’t even know how to boil water,” You retort. “But thanks for the gesture. Try not to throw up on yourself today, okay?”

Taehyung mumbles something in response but then he’s already flipping over onto his side to fall back asleep again. You grab your bag from the floor and slip into your shoes before tiptoeing out of the room.

The Beta house is just as much a disaster as Taehyung’s room is and you find yourself stepping over more bottles, cups, empty pizza boxes, and hungover passed out people with phallic images doodled on their faces. The sun filters into the ever grand mansion and only illuminates the chaos the frat boys put it through. Everyone is thankfully still asleep as you head downstairs but, as you sneak past the kitchen, you notice two figures rummaging about, boisterous unabashed laughter filling the house that somehow hasn’t woken the others yet.

Jeon Jungkook stands before you with Park Jimin, both fellow Beta brothers, though Jungkook is in the same year as you. They, like most other Beta boys (and especially Taehyung), are well known on campus but Jungkook is perhaps even worse than Taehyung. Now, he’s adorned in only low hanging gray sweatpants that show off the ripples of his toned chest and the happy trail that threatens for your eyes to follow it. He holds a bowl of cereal close to him with the same arm decorated on every inch with tattoos, a snapback pushing his messy hair up and away from his forehead. The best part (and you mean that not at all) ━ or the worst ━ is the fact that he stands on a hoverboard, as if walking is too much for him to handle at nine in the morning. Jimin isn’t far off wearing the same attire, only his look is paired with the fuckboy-essential-starter-pack of socks and Adidas slides, and he’s at least actually using his legs to walk.

“Morning,” Jungkook smirks. “Time for the walk of shame?”

You have to retain a sigh. “I’m surprised you’re up, Jeon. I was sure you were gone past the point of saving last night.”

“A couple of shots do nothing for me,” Jungkook replies, shovelling a spoonful of cereal into his mouth. “I was pretty much sober.”

At this, you sit back on your heels and look him once over skeptically. “You kept trying to hook up with me, called your dick Jungcock, threw up in one of the vases, and then passed out in the bathtub. I wouldn’t have exactly called you sober.”

The smirk remains on Jungkook’s face. If anything, he seems more so amused and it pisses you off. Jimin bursts into a fit of laughter and shakes his head.

“Always a pleasure seeing you, Y/N,” he greets. “Hey, are you coming to the party going down at Lambdas house after exams? It’s pretty exclusive but you and your friends are all invited by courtesy of us.”

“Ugh, I can’t even think about going to another party right now. How do you Beta whores do it?” You grovel. “Besides, why would we come if we know you’re going to be there?”

“‘Cause Tae’s going and you’re probably gonna wanna suck his dick,” Jungkook suggests snidely.

“I was gonna say the free booze,” Jimin offers instead. “Man, you know the Lambdas. They’re all rich pretentious sons of country club owners. They hardly throw parties but, when they do, you know it’s going to be wild. I wouldn’t miss it if I were you.”

“Well,” You say, “thanks for the invitation but we’ll see. Maybe if we have a pre-game where I can get drunk enough to handle your faces and the Lambda boys together.”

“I’ve always said you’re more fun when you’re drunk,” Jungkook hums pensively. Your eyes narrow into a glare and you’re fortunate Jimin is there to block your path from tackling Jungkook.

“Okay, whatever,” You grumble. “I’m out of here. I think if I stay here any longer, I’ll lose all my brain cells.”

Jimin chuckles but hardly seems bothered by your comment. He waves you off as he slips out of the kitchen to retreat into another room, leaving you alone with Jungkook.

“Can I get you anything before you go?” he asks. There’s a cheeky tone laced in his words that makes you blatantly aware he’s trying to suggest something more, like his dick.

“Absolutely not,” You wave him off. “See you around, Jungidiot.”

He grins and shoves another spoonful into his mouth. “Hey, maybe next Saturday you can think about blowing me instead of Tae, yeah?”

He’s met with you jamming your middle finger in his face and it only seems to entertain him further. As you march out of their home, slamming the door behind you, you have one discernable thought amongst your hangover and that is that you’ll definitely need to have that pre-game before you have the audacity to even see Jungkook, or any of the Beta boys for that matter, at the Lambdas.

That Saturday, you find yourself at the Lambdas house party.

So maybe you had sort of been lying when you said you weren’t so sure of going to it, but the thought was tempting enough and you aren’t one to pass up on a good party, especially when it’s after weeks of headaches and stressing over studying and exams.

Mid-terms come and go and when you finally finish writing your last paper, all you want to do is let loose and party and get dicked down by Taehyung. The Lambdas, despite their pretentious behaviour, looks to be very promising ━ but only after you down a few shots beforehand and have a beer while you’re getting ready. You’re not exactly as drunk or as tipsy as you would have prefered but it still gives you a nice enough buzz that makes you warm and lets the adrenaline pump in your veins and excites you even more for the party. The house you rent is off campus but it’s close to Beta’s and Taehyung offers to give you guys a lift to the Lambdas who are a fifteen minute walk away (but you know Taehyung will do anything to not walk anywhere his penny board can’t take him ━ and it’s not even Taehyung who is driving but his friend, Jin).

You can hear the party at Lambdas before you’re even there. The thump of bass coming from the house isn’t hard to miss, especially not with the way it seems to rattle the ground the closer you get. The house is crammed full to capacity and people have already begun to spill onto the lawn by the time you have arrived. A potent waft of alcohol and weed fill your senses and it is all you could really make out in the rambunctious party. You can hardly hear yourself think, let alone what others are saying to you. Yet, you still found a way to have fun almost instantly, drifting away from the guys to party with your friends.

Most of the night is a blur and a haze of confusion but you can remember drinking and drinking some more until you’re sufficiently smashed. You can’t quite recall where you had lost your friends, though you suspect it was after the intense game of beer pong you were suckered into in which you were certain there were no winners or losers as it was just an excuse to drink even more. It’s nearing 1 a.m. when you finally bump into a familiar face, pulling you back from the unruly party and the adrenaline rush coursing through your veins.

You’ve just slipped outside for some fresh air, perched on the front porch, when you notice Jimin is passed out on the lawn below. The other stragglers gathered outside barely take note of him but maybe that’s because he had chosen to faceplant in the shadows under the porch, tucked safely away from the rest of the party. Just before you can even think to walk over to him and make sure he’s still alive, the front door of the house swings wide open and a frenzied Taehyung bursts outside, shortly followed by an equally dumbfounded Jungkook.

“Where the fuck is he?” Taehyung hisses.

“I don’t know,” Jungkook sighs, disgruntled, “but leave it to him to run off and disappear.”

“Looking for someone?”

The two boys startle at your voice. They whirl around to find you taking a sip of the drink in your hand, as if only just noticing your presence. You hadn’t seen them since you parted ways a handful of hours ago in the party, though you’re fairly certain they’re just as smashed as you.

“Ah, babe!” Taehyung beams wolfishly. “What a pleasure seeing you out here. Uh, you wouldn’t happen to have seen where Jimin went, would you?”

You nod in the direction of the sleeping boy down below. “He’s there. He’s passed out cold, though. What the hell did you do to him?”

“Nothing,” Jungkook says. He grimaces as he hastily follows Taehyung down onto the lawn to stand near Jimin, and you in tow. “Jimin just likes to get out of hand. What should we do, Tae? We can’t just leave him here and Luna’s going to be pissed if she sees him like this.”

Taehyung stares down at Jimin miserably, thinking momentarily. “Well, Luna’s looking for him so we might as well drop him off at her dorm. He can deal with her when he’s sober.”

There’s a brief moment where you spot Jungkook seriously considering this though, as if leaving Jimin on the lawn of a frat house is a safer option than returning him to his girlfriend. Ultimately, he caves and you watch as Taehyung nudges Jimin awake (and by nudge, you mean he slaps the boy across the face) before pulling a very disoriented Jimin to his feet and slinging one of his arms over Taehyung’s neck.

“Fuck, he’s heavy,” Taehyung huffs. “Give me a hand, Jungkook.”

Jungkook nods, stepping forward to take Jimin’s other arm and hook it around his own neck. The two boys seem to be struggling carrying most of Jimin’s body weight, though they’re carrying mostly dead weight as Jimin continues to drift in and out of consciousness.

Before they can leave you offer to help though you don’t know what you can really do so you suspect your inebriated mind just wanted to go with them for the hell of it. Luna’s place isn’t far. It’s a ten minute walk from Lambda’s, but in that ten minutes, none of you talk about anything of real importance except for chuckle and laugh about things that happened at the party.

Eventually you make it to Luna’s, who answers the door angrily after you knock on it as if you’ve disrupted her slumber and frowns when she sees Jimin’s current state. At least she has the decency to thank the three of you. When she shuts the door behind her, the three of you turn to look at one another, almost clueless.

“So, what now?” Taehyung asks. “Head back to the party?”

The thought of making the ten minute walk back to the party in your drunken mind seems like an eternity. That, mixed with the way your feet scream in agony from the heels you’re wearing, you begin to pout and shake your head.

“I can’t walk anymore,” You whine, words drunkenly slurring together. “I’d be fine just sitting here.”

Jungkook’s nose scrunches as he looks at you once over. “How drunk are you?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, how about we just go back to our place?” Taehyung asks. His arm slides around your waist then, tugging you close to his side. If one thing is for certain, the boy tends to get more handsy the more drunk he is, and you never seem to mind. “I’ve got a fresh bowl we can hit and we can drink there and just chill?”

You and Jungkook consider Taehyung’s offer fleetingly and, to you, it seems much more appealing.

“Sign me up,” You say. “The Lambdas were a bit too over the top for my liking. There’s only so much I can handle.”

Jungkook shrugs and nods in agreement. “Then I guess I’m going with you guys.”

The five minute walk to Beta is short and soon you’re inside the eerily empty house and climbing the steps to Taehyung’s room but not before the three of you raid their cabinets for any type of liquor. Eventually, you’re all lounging in Taehyung’s room, some type of music playing in the background as the three of you pass around a bottle of whisky and the bong Taehyung had promised he had, giggling at each other.

By 2 a.m., you are smashed and faded but blissfully so.

Taehyung and Jungkook are not too far off. It’s Taehyung who comes up with the idea to play strip poker, though with a twist. His version of the game includes: taking a shot anytime one of you loses a round along with either stripping an article of clothing or being allowed to pass it and get dared to do something else, though each person only has three passes.

Jungkook loses the first round, shedding only his jacket. Taehyung and you lose the second round; you decide to strip out of your own cardigan while Taehyung flicks off his hat. Jungkook and Taehyung lose the third round and both kick off their shoes. The game progresses slowly, with the three of you coming up with “clever” loopholes out of the rules, like stripping one sock one round and then another sock the next and all of you are too drunk to really protest. Eventually, the game winds up with Taehyung and Jungkook both in their pants and you still wearing both your shirt and jeans. Both the boys have used one of their passes and are still losing which, you will admit, boosts your confidence ever so slightly especially when you have such a nice view in front of you.

Both boys are toned, with certified gym rat Jungkook’s abs a bit more chiseled, and you know that sober you would cringe at how hard you seem to be drooling over them. Jungkook must notice because he shoots you a wink that has you squirming in your seat.

“Like what you see?” he asks.

“N-No,” You say shortly. “Shut up and go. It’s your turn.”

You end up losing that round, unfortunately, but you have no qualms with stripping out of your jeans and kicking them to the side. The next round, you lose again, except you decide to use one of your passes which has both boys groaning in defeat.

“Remember,” You coo, “play nice boys.”

The two exchange a look and you wait patiently, taking your shot of whisky in the meantime as Taehyung chides you on encouragingly with a cheeky, “Pour up, baby girl.”

You down the shot in one gulp, wincing as it burns down your throat, then chase it quickly with the drink you had stolen from their kitchen. A drowsy smirk tugs at Taehyung’s lips as he takes another rip from the bong, breathing out a cloud of smoke as he hums insouciantly, “I’ve got your dare.”

There’s a split moment where he makes eye contact with you and pushes his hair out of his eyes.

“Come here and kiss me.”

Had you been sober, you might have rolled your eyes at his simple yet assertive dare but, instead, you can’t help but snicker as you lean across to him from your seat on the floor and pull him down for a not so graceful kiss. His whisky coated tongue instantly collides with yours in an open mouthed frenzy that’s full of teeth clashing and wet sounds but it’s hot, too hot, even as Taehyung pulls you closer to him with his hand grasping at your chin. You instinctively react, teeth nipping at his lower lip as you suck hard, momentarily forgetting about Jungkook sitting in the room.

A moan emits from you as your fingers thread through his hair. Jungkook is left to watch but his eyes stay locked on your figure and the way you cave so easily to Taehyung, the way your mouth moves against his. He can’t seem to tear his eyes away from your position on your hands and knees, or the way you arch your back in an attempt to get closer to Taehyung, and he certainly can’t seem to look away from the tempting curve of your ass jutting in his direction. All Jungkook suddenly wants is for you to be kissing him the same way you’re kissing Taehyung.

You’re only interrupted when he finds the nerve to clear his throat after a few moments. “Nah, it’s alright, I’ll just sit here. Do you guys want me to leave?”

He’s being sarcastic, of course, and when you and Taehyung part to look at the boy, he’s scowling. The two of you chuckle lightly but don’t respond, though you remember the game you’re still playing. Taehyung kisses you one last time before you settle back onto the floor, a sheepish giggle bubbling in your chest. Taehyung loses the next round and he decides to strip down into his underwear though he hasn’t lost yet (the goal is nudity and neither of your drunk selves have enough dignity left to give up before then).

The round after that, you lose again. You decide, once more, to use another one of your passes and the two boys pause, thinking of a dare for you as you take a shot (which, you have realized, only get harder to take as time passes).

“I have one,” Taehyung says at long last.

“Bro,” Jungkook groans, “if you just wanna fuck, let me know. I’ll leave. I don’t think I can sit here and watch you dare her to suck your face again.”

Taehyung laughs and shakes his head. “Easy there. I was just gonna suggest that you━” he points at you before nodding toward Jungkook, “give him a lap dance.”

“A what?” Jungkook’s jaw drops open, his eyes widening. “M-Me?”

You glance up at Taehyung, quirking an eyebrow. “Him?”

Taehyung erupts into another fit of laughter but he’s the only one who finds the situation hilarious because you and Jungkook continue to sit there, dumbfounded. When Taehyung calms himself down, he wipes his eyes and shakes his head.

“Are you seriously telling me you haven’t been noticing?” he asks.

“Noticing what?”

“The way Jungkook keeps eye-fucking you,” Taehyung says simply.

Jungkook gaps. “The fuck? I haven’t.”

“Jungkook, you’re not exactly sly,” Taehyung says. “He’s been doing it the whole night, babe. It’s not the first time he’s done it, too. I just figured we could do him a little favour.”

Your turn to look up at Jungkook and purse your lips. He’s seated in Taehyung’s desk chair and has a frown painted on his face. It’s not like it comes as a surprise to you because he’s constantly trying to flirt with you even when you’re sober but his sudden flustered appearance puzzles you slightly. You’ll admit the idea is ludicrous, but Jungkook is undeniably hot, and grinding on his dick sounds more than wonderful to you in your current state. Either way, you stand to your feet.

“I’ll do it,” You say. “Why not?”

“Wh-What?” Jungkook yelps. “You will?”

“Yeah,” You flash him a pearly smirk. “What? Is confident Jungkookie finally shy?”

At the mention of the taunting nickname, he straightens up in his seat and scowls. “No. I’m just surprised you gave in so easily. You must really like me, huh?”

“Keep dreaming, Jeon,” You retort.

The music is still playing in the background as you slink towards Jungkook’s seated figure. Meanwhile, Taehyung is watching with an amused look on his face and sits back, clearly enjoying the view as he tells you that you have three minutes. As you approach Jungkook, he leans back in his seat and watches you with dark eyes. Jungkook’s eyes sweep over your figure, from the way you muse your hands through your messy hair, your tight tank top with one strap falling down your shoulder, your lacy and scantily clad underwear, and your smooth legs. He gulps at the sight and shifts in his seat.

As soon as you’re standing in front of him, you whirl around so that your back is to him and jutt your butt out just enough to catch his attention as you sway your hips to the music. Your hands ghost up your sides just faintly enough so that chills run down your spine and you lock eyes with Taehyung for a split second to see him grinning. You sit back on Jungkook’s lap and his breath hitches in his throat suddenly. He hates to admit how easily you’re driving him crazy and as soon as you are but he takes the time to enjoy the dance anyway, eyes staying trained on your ass as you grind against him in agonizingly slow circles and right against his dick nestled against his thigh. He can’t help it when a moan emits from him.

“Fucking hell,” he grunts, raking his hands through his hair. You snicker at his reaction, craning your neck to look behind at him.

“Enjoying yourself, Kookie?”

“N-No,” he rasps. This is a lie, of course. “Turn around.”

His command only humours you but you don’t disobey. You get up for a second to spin around and face him before climbing back onto his lap, swinging one leg over his. Before you drop your hips completely on him, you’re rocking them back and forth against the thin air, your hands snaking around his neck. His hands suddenly find purchase on your waist and he yanks you down onto him with a sudden neediness that surprises you, though you don’t complain. You continue to grind against his lap and you can’t help your greedy self when your hands reach out to run up and down his toned chest. He shivers at your slightest touch, his jaw clenched, but he keeps his gaze focused on your eyes, as if challenging you for more. Behind you, Taehyung is taking another hit from the bong and laughs lightly at Jungkook’s reactions.

“Let him touch you,” Taehyung says.

You expect Jungkook to listen to Taehyung and reach out to grab onto you but he hesitates, his hands remaining at your hips. So, instead, you take his hands in yours and begin pulling them up, sliding them along your midriff and up to your chest. You don’t even flinch as you let him cup your boobs over your clothes and you watch him slyly as he gulps.

“Is this the first time you’ve actually touched a girl, Jungkook?” You quip. “You’re gawking at my boobs like it is. Not gonna wet yourself, hm?”

“Fuck off,” he growls, though there’s no malice in his voice.

Instead, he focuses his attention on your breasts and the weight of them in his palm. They’re soft and supple and he squeezes them firmly, jiggles the flesh as he fondles at you blatantly. He hates to admit it but he feels as if he’s going to combust at any second, repressing the sudden urge to tear off your shirt and burrow his head in your chest, your boobs in his mouth. He doesn’t know whether the soft moan that slips from your parted pink lips is intentional to mess with him or because you had been getting carried away yourself. Either way, Jungkook’s certain it’s the hottest thing he’s heard in a while, the hottest thing he’s seen in a while, and he hates how his sudden erection forms, how embarrassing it must be. When you feel his hardened length start to poke at your thigh, you look down at him past your lashes and smirk.

“Are you hard already, Kookie?” You giggle.

Taehyung roars with laughter abruptly and the outburst only makes Jungkook redden.

“I━I━” he stammers helplessly.

You shake your head at him and then purposely press your hips a little more firmly against his, gripping at his shoulders now. You’re challenging him now too, and he doesn’t know what you have in mind but you’re wickedly set on making him cum in his pants before Taehyung stops you.

“Time’s up,” he says.

Jungkook almost groans out loud in frustration when you pull away and step off of his lap. He’s embarrassingly hard now but his drunk self doesn’t try very hard to hide it. Taehyung’s stare is settled on Jungkook as you walk back to your seat but, before you can even sit down, Taehyung is beckoning you over.

“Come here, babe,” he hums. You look at him curiously but move in his direction. “What do you say we help Jungkook with his problem, huh?”

“Help? How?” You question.

“Come sit,” Taehyung gestures to his thigh.

Jungkook watches with silent seething jealousy as you take a seat on Taehyung’s thigh and then he’s kissing you, pressing his lips against your neck. You react almost instantly, your head craning to allow him more access and your eyes clamp shut, your mouth hanging open in delight.

“Tae━” You mewl, tugging at his hair, as if to prompt him wordlessly about Jungkook’s presence. But when does it become too much? Every action seems to keep building and building, that you know where the night surely must be heading; that you crave it.

Taehyung’s tongue swirls at your neck, his lips sucking on the sensitive skin, before he peeks one eye open to look at Jungkook.

“Look at him,” Taehyung hums against you. “Look at how jealous he is right now. Look at how bad he wants to be me right now.”

You take a moment to register his words, your head spinning. You struggle to find Jungkook as Taehyung continues to ravish your neck. Jungkook’s stare is hard, his jaw clenched; his hands are balled into tight fists that let you see the bulging veins in his arms. Is he jealous? Angry?

Taehyung suddenly bites down onto your neck and you gasp in surprise, leaning against his chest. His nimble fingers find the hem of your shirt which he lifts and discards on the floor with ease. Next to come off is your bra. You don’t realize your torso is bare until a slight breeze hits your breasts and perks your nipples and Taehyung reaches up to cup the soft tissue in his large hands and Jungkook can’t look away because, fuck, touching you is all he really wants to do.

“Do you see him staring now?” Taehyung asks. “Do you see how desperate he is for you? Look at how bad he wants to touch you right now, baby girl. Will you let him?”

You’re still staring at Jungkook as Taehyung speaks and note how fast Jungkook’s demeanour has changed. He looks helpless, his erection more prominent in his straining jeans which he shamelessly palms at to feel some sort of relief.

“Better yet,” Taehyung hums, averting your attention back to him. He’s sliding one of his hands down your front and in between your legs, pushing your thighs apart. His digits come in contact with your clothed pussy and the sudden touch, light and feathery, makes you jump and gasp. You hadn’t been aware of how wet you had been until he touched you just then and the coil in your stomach only tightens with each passing second. “Will you let him play with you?”

It takes you a second to respond, though that isn’t because you’re struggling to decide. The thought entices you far more than you ever believed it could. Taehyung is suddenly rubbing his fingers against your clothed clit in so very slow circles that it suddenly has you tripping over your own thoughts. You’re biting hard onto your lower lip as you force yourself to nod hastily.

“Do you want him to?” Taehyung asks.

“Fuck, yes,” You whine. “Mmm, Tae━”

Taehyung shifts you in his lap so that your back is pressed against his chest, leaning all your weight against him. It’s hard to focus as one of his hands fondles one of your breasts while his other presses figure eights onto your clit. You’re on full display for Jungkook now, though his eyes fall to the wet spot that forms on your pretty little underwear as your arousal leaks from you.

“How badly do you want him to?” Taehyung asks.

“So badly,” You whimper.

This catches Jungkook’s attention and he leans forward in his seat. Taehyung smirks against you and then he’s moving, withdrawing his hand from between your thighs to hook around the waistband of your underwear. He gives it a quick tug and you fumble to lift your hips so he can pull the useless fabric down your legs. Once it pools at your feet, you kick it off to the side and then Taehyung’s hand returns between your thighs.

“Spread your legs,” he says.

You do as you’re told, pushing your thighs apart but then instinctively squeezing them shut when Taehyung continues to press his fingers against your clit. The sudden stimulation is too much for you and your face begins to heat up so Taehyung uses the chance to push your legs apart for you. He hitches one of your thighs over his own as if to anchor you in place and it works.

“Can you stay like that for me, baby?” Taehyung drawls. “Look at Jungkook for me.”

You nod, your throat dry as you lift your gaze to lock eyes once more with Jungkook. You find the boy gawking at your sex and you moan suddenly. His head snaps up to stare at you with a sudden blazing determination and lust in his eyes before they fall once more to your pussy, admiring the way it pulsates each time Taehyung swipes at your clit or tweaks at your nipples. But the best part? The best part is just how wet you are, your clear juices coating Taehyung’s fingers, spilling onto yours and Taehyung’s thighs with the passing seconds, and suddenly Jungkook is hungry for you. But what he doesn’t know is how you suddenly imagine Jungkook in Taehyung’s place, sat beneath you poised daintily on his lap, his fingers pressing against you.

You twist on top of Taehyung, your own hand reaching up to grasp at your other breast, pinching at the nipple tightly. A delighted moan fumbles from your lips. “Jungkook━ Fuck━”

“It’s nice, yeah?” Taehyung asks aloud to the other boy. “She’s pretty, hm?”

Jungkook nods eagerly and then groans. “She’s dripping. Fuck, it’s so hot.”

Your face burns at his words but you don’t have enough wits to think of a snarky retort like usual.

Taehyung chuckles. “Why don’t you come here then and touch her? Taste her? Is that okay, baby?”

When you realize Taehyung is asking you, you nod eagerly. “Shit, please━ Jungkook, wanna feel you━”

At your request, Jungkook practically tumbles out of his seat. As soon as he’s standing on his feet, the realization seems to hit him and he takes his time, walking to you slowly. His gaze sweeps over your exposed body and he licks his lips, his eyes suddenly darkening. Taehyung doesn’t stop touching you or marking your neck his even as Jungkook walks closer and it hits you in that moment what exactly you’re doing and who you’re with ━ and you fucking love it. Jungkook kneels down in front of you and Taehyung nods in encouragement.

“She’s impatient and feisty,” Taehyung informs. “But that makes her fun to tease.”

“I know how to pleasure a girl,” Jungkook quips.

“But you don’t know how to pleasure Y/N,” Taehyung replies. “You’re too cocky, Jungkookie, and she doesn’t like that. You need to take your time with her and you don’t do that often with girls, do you?”

Jungkook doesn’t respond but, judging by his face, you assume Taehyung is right.

“What do you want me to do?” Jungkook asks. He’s staring at your face now and only your face. His intense stare makes you squirm on Taehyung’s lap, and makes you suck your lower lip between your teeth.

“Touch me,” You rasp. “Touch me, please, Jungkook.”

God, how he loves hearing you moan his name. But the anticipation is killing you. You’ve felt Taehyung’s fingers plenty of time; you’ve never felt Jungkook’s, and the abrupt need seems to grow more intense with each passing second.

“You heard her, Jungkookie,” Taehyung says. He draws his hand away from your heat and kisses your neck softly. “Go on. Touch her. Be gentle, go slow.”

Jungkook is shaking with excitement ━ or maybe it’s just the weed and alcohol in his bloodstream ━ but he eyes you carefully, gnawing down on his lower lip. He reaches out at a tedious pace and hesitates, his fingers hovering over your core. Taehyung is watching with eager eyes whilst planting open mouthed kisses along your shoulders, neck, and jawline. Jungkook finally presses his fingers against your pussy and your reaction is immediate. You toss your head back against Taehyung’s shoulder and jutt your hips forward.

“Nnngh, fuck, Kook━” You whimper. “M-More━ Wanna feel more━”

Jungkook takes that as a good sign and follows after Taehyung, rubbing circles into your clit slowly. He feels just how wet you are, his fingers coating with your cum as they move with ease past your folds, and it’s enough to let the wave of glee wash over him again.

“See? Look how much she loves it already,” Taehyung says. “Keep going.”

Jungkook doesn’t need to be told twice. As he rubs his fingers over your clit, his other hand comes up in a greedy fashion. He can’t stop himself from slipping a finger past your folds and it takes all you can not to moan out loud but you give up on the prospect of remaining quiet when it feels so good to have both boys on you.

“Let him know how you feel, baby,” Taehyung purs. “How he’s making you feel.”

You struggle to find your voice momentarily, too caught up with the lust and desire but then a cry of delight falls from your lips. “Fuck, ah, Jungkook! That feels s-so good━”

Jungkook’s head snaps up to look at you in pure disbelief.

“Holy shit, that’s so fucking hot,” he huffs. “I never thought you’d moan my name and now you’re so wet and tight and for me━”

“And me,” Taehyung admonishes offhandedly.

Jungkook doesn’t reply but that’s mostly because he’s suddenly fixated on curling his finger inside of you and watching your every reaction. Your hips jut forward and you cry out, panting at the blissful feeling but it isn’t enough. You need more, and you need more now. As if Taehyung can read your mind, he chimes in again, disrupting yours and Jungkook’s reverie.

“Why don’t you have a taste of her?” he asks. “You won’t regret it.”

Jungkook’s eyes light up and he watches as you nod eagerly, desperate pleas coming from your mouth. Jungkook lowers himself down between your thighs and you wait with bated breath before he’s licking a clean stripe against your folds with his flattened tongue. The sudden slippery warmth has your body writhing in pleasure.

“Jungkook━” You cry out. “Oh my god━”

Jungkook grins. Then he’s licking at you again, tasting your sweet succulence, and groans into your hot core.

“Shit,” Jungkook huffs. “You taste amazing.”

He nibbles down slightly on your clit without warning and tugs. You instantly jerk into his mouth, a strangled moan ripping from your throat that sounds something like a scold of his name and a desperate plea for more. “Jungkook!”

Taehyung snickers against your neck and you can feel Jungkook’s lips curl into a taunting smirk between your thighs. Jungkook’s finger still curls deep within you as his tongue returns to lapping at your clit and you can feel his nose brushing against you the deeper he burrows into you. Meanwhile, Taehyung is continuing to ravish your neck, his hands tweaking at your nipples. The onslaught of senses is so much for you that you nearly scream when Jungkook’s tongue dips into your heat so suddenly to accompany his finger. He laps at you hungrily and you gasp, your breath stuttering as your hands come down to tug hard in his raven locks, your hips bucking forward and into his mouth. It feels fantastic, too incredible for you to put into words, as you feel the wetness of his tongue lap at your walls and suddenly you’re aware of just how susceptible you are to both of the boys near you.

“Fuck, don’t stop, Jungkook,” You moan.

“Now who’s the needy one?” Jungkook coos against your cunt. “Gonna cum on my tongue?”

“P-Please━ Want it so badly, Kook━”

He smacks his lips against you, taking as much as he can of you into his mouth and sucking hard until all you hear are the lewd wet sounds of his tongue and finger working miracles against you. You’re clutching his hair so tight, pushing him closer into your heat but he doesn’t relent. One of his hands comes up to hold onto your waist, to push you firmly back onto Taehyung’s lap and closer into Jungkook’s mouth. You can feel Taehyung’s budding erection poking against your thigh and it’s enough to make you flustered once more.

In an attempt to help Taehyung, you find yourself grinding not only into Jungkook’s mouth but onto Taehyung’s lap, earning a growl into your neck. Taehyung’s free hand comes up to your chin which he grabs roughly. He forces you to look at him and then he’s smashing his lips onto yours in a heated fashion for an entirely ungraceful kiss. It’s needy and hot, completely open mouthed as your tongues mingle in the air and as Taehyung sucks on your lower lip. Yet you tear your gaze from Taehyung to look down at Jungkook as he buries himself further into your pussy, his nose nuzzling against your clit. You’re dripping by now and you can see your own juices smear onto his lips, dribble down to his chin, and it’s the hottest thing you could ever imagine seeing. He doesn’t seem to care as it spills down his neck and suddenly the mere sight has you squirming again. You part from Taehyung’s mouth with a wet pop that rings in your ears and moan.

“Fuck━ nghn, I━I━ think I’m close,” You whimper.

“Fuuck, yes,” Jungkook growls against you.

“Let it go, baby,” Taehyung hums, nibbling at your ear. “Cum for him, for us.”

Jungkook’s pace quickens, pumping his finger faster in you and sucking at your clit until you have no more strength to hold off. Your hands fumble in his hair, trying desperately to pull him closer, and you hate how badly you want your sweet release already. It doesn’t help when Taehyung twists your body ever so slightly so that he can lean down to your breasts and catch one of your nipples between his teeth. His tongue swishes back and forth against the perked bud and you whimper again, the coil in your stomach tightening and loosening.

You’re so close now and Jungkook can hear it, can feel it, can taste it. You don’t have much longer after that before your orgasm is hitting you hard.

“I’m gonna━” You reach out to grasp at Jungkook’s hair, tugging at the roots. “Fuck, Jungkook━”

You cry out suddenly, the coil in your stomach springing apart. Jungkook moans into your pussy as you cum, pulsating around his tongue and finger and dripping into his mouth. You’re reduced to nothing but a whimpering, writhing mess against Taehyung as you buck back and forth into Jungkook’s mouth to ride out your high. Taehyung pulls apart from you to rub circles into your hips and the seemingly gentle move somehow soothes the intense wave of pleasure into something much sweeter. Fire burns at your core and flicks outward until your whole body is warm and numb and then you collapse against Taehyung’s chest, panting hard. Jungkook drinks up every last bit of you and you begin to cringe at the oversensitivity before you gain some of your wits again. You push his head away hastily and this time he relents.

“Did all your little happy wet dreams finally come true, Jeon?” You snicker languidly.

The boy sits back on his knees and looks up at you, locking gazes with yours. You can finally see his face, his tousled black hair, his swollen red lips, and chin, all of which are covered in your perfect sheen. He licks at his lips and wipes at his chin and neck where his tongue can’t reach and he does all of this without breaking eye contact with you. A small smirk forms on his face and suddenly you’re filled with an intense need for payback.

“Yeah, you act confident now but you seemed to enjoy it when you were riding my face,” Jungkook says. You roll your eyes, about to reply before he adds, “So, you’re welcome.”

“You’re impossible,” You huff, pushing yourself off of Taehyung’s lap.

“Where do you think you’re going, baby?” Taehyung mewls behind you. “We still need you.”

“Oh, I know,” You quip. You reach down to grab onto Jungkook’s chin, forcing him to look up at you. “But it’s my turn, don’t you think, Tae?”

Taehyung chuckles and nods in agreement. Jungkook, however, hardly looks bothered, though he seems a little taken aback by your sudden assertiveness when you begin pulling him up to his feet before pushing him back onto the bed. Taehyung scoots over so that the three of you can fit comfortably on his bed and then you’re moving, crawling over to Jungkook on your hands and knees.

“Are you trying to intimidate me?” Jungkook asks. “Because this is sexier than it is scary.”

You’re hovering over his crotch when he speaks, your greedy hands reaching forward to brush against his hard dick straining in his jeans. He nearly jolts in his seat at the sudden touch and you and Taehyung giggle again.

“Mmm, baby, teach him a lesson,” Taehyung hums. “Suck him off nice and slow but don’t let him cum.”

“Not unless he begs for it,” You say wickedly.

Taehyung stifles a chuckle. “I told you she’s feisty, Jungkookie.”

The younger boy is eyeing you carefully as you busy yourself by undoing the belt buckle on his jeans. He acts unimpressed, unfazed, as you unbutton his jeans and began sliding them off his legs, but you can see the needy and impatient glint in his eyes. Your eyes fall immediately to the ever present straining bulge in his boxers and you gulp in response, licking your lips. You can’t help yourself when you reach out to brush your fingers faintly along his length. He jolts in his seat and grits his teeth, shooting you a hard glare.

“Are you seriously going to tease me?” Jungkook grumbles. “We can skip all of that, y’know━”

“It’s payback, Jeon,” You hum, running your fingers down his dick and then back up again. “Where’s the fun in it if I skip all of the teasing?”

“You know,” Taehyung murmurs from beside you. He’s reclining back, watching you with intense eyes and is completely shameless about his prominent erection contained by his boxers. “I’m surprised the idiot hasn’t referred to his dick yet as Jungcock.”

You giggle, an all too innocent and sweet sound for the way you’re palming at Jungkook’s dick. Jungkook, who is apparently having a rather difficult time keeping up with his surroundings while your fingers continue to work against him, scoffs. His eyebrows knit together as he throws a beady glare at the older boy.

“You’re ruining the mood,” he grunts.

Taehyung clicks his tongue against his teeth, a smirk tugging at his luscious lips. “Of course. I digress.”

You turn your attention back to Jungkook who’s staring down at your hand with parted lips and a crease in his brows. Without warning, you grasp him through his boxers and he groans suddenly, bucking forward. The desperation of his situation only seems to increase in severity when you peel back the elastic band of his boxers and slide them off his legs, finally freeing his dick which springs out from it’s confines. He’s much bigger than you expected, his tip angry and red, leaking with pearly beads that dribble down his length and the bulging veins that line it.

“You’re staring again,” Jungkook hums when he notices you pause, your eyes wide. “Sure you don’t like what you see?”

You shake yourself from your daze and frown. “Shut up.”

The boy starts to chuckle at your flustered expression but yelps when you clasp your fingers around the base of his cock. A beautiful moan falls from his lips and excites you even more. You start pumping him slowly, guiding your hands up and down his length in careful and measured motions, wiping your thumb across his tip each time you reach it. Jungkook shudders in your touch, his teeth coming down to gnaw hard on his lower lip. His eyes are glued to your hands working against him, his face scrunching up in pure euphoria.

“Mmm, fuck,” he grunts, his head lolling back. “Stop teasing me and go faster.”

You don’t listen. If anything, you slow your pace and it has him so frustrated that he lets an involuntary whimper escape him. He bucks into your clenched hand, practically begging for more but remains quiet, safe for his heavy panting.

“You heard her, Kook,” Taehyung says. “Beg for her.”

“There’s no way I’m begging,” Jungkook hisses through gritted teeth. “Never. I never have and never will.”

“Bullshit,” You scoff. You fondle at his balls with your other hand and he moans again. Your hand comes to a complete halt all of a sudden, interrupting Jungkook as he is about to speak. Before he can protest, you lean down and lick at his tip, swirling your tongue around him once to taste his saltiness. His hips rut forward into you but you pull back almost immediately and find Jungkook gaping. You meet his desperate eyes for a steady gaze. “Beg. Just once, Jungkookie.”

Jungkook’s stare wavers as you run your fingers along his tip, squeezing slightly. He tries to compose himself, to remain calm, but when you are relentless, he caves very easily. He only gives in when you kiss the base of his cock. And those eyes ━ fuck, the way your eyes turn so wide and already look so fucked out. How could he resist you?

“Fuck, fuck, okay,” he gasps. “I need more, baby, please. Ah, please━ You feel so fucking good.”

His needy pleas satisfy you and your lips curl into a devious grin. You lower yourself on him suddenly, licking a clean stripe up his length and he moans loudly. You enclose your mouth around his tip and suck, earning a small growl from him as he pushes his hips forward for more. In the next second, you sink your mouth down his length, taking as much of him as you can.

“Fuck!” he moans abruptly. “Ahh, shit, that feels amazing, baby.”

You hollow out your cheeks as you pull your head up and then back down, starting at an even pace that has him moaning and writhing beneath you. He feels much bigger in your mouth but you don’t mind even when he bucks himself into you unexpectedly and hits the back of your throat. The action makes you gag around him and, in return, he curses at the way it feels.

“K-Keep doing that,” he mumbles. “Please, fuck, just like that.”

His fingers thread in your hair and he pulls you down greedily on him but you don’t refuse.

“Can you do it, baby girl?” Taehyung questions. His hand finds his way on your back where he rubs gentle circles into your skin. “Can you take all of him in your mouth?”

You nod carefully around Jungkook’s hardened length.

“Good girl,” Taehyung smirks. “Go slow.”

You follow his orders, sinking gradually onto Jungkook until you feel the tip of him hitting the back of your throat. You gag once more but, instead of pulling back, you shut your eyes and take a few deep breaths in through your nose. In, out, in, out, and then you swallow. Jungkook’s reaction is sudden and intense. He bucks into your mouth unwillingly and moans even louder, his fingers clutching at your roots.

“That’s it, baby,” Taehyung hums and his sudden presence is comforting.

“A-Again,” Jungkook stammers. “Again, please━ holy shit, you feel amazing.”

You swallow again and then a third and each time you can feel yourself sinking lower onto him. Tears prickle at your eyes as your nose is suddenly pressed against his lower abdomen but his reactions are well worth it and so you continue.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” Taehyung says, planting a chaste kiss against your shoulder. “You deserve some more attention, hm?”

His fingers slowly rub circles down your back, his lips following your arch and has you shivering beneath him, before stopping at the dip just above your ass. He’s kneeling behind you now, his fingers massaging into your thighs. You sigh against Jungkook when you feel Taehyung’s fingers continue their trek to your ass, rubbing you carefully. You, in response, push your hips back, waiting for more.

“You’re still so wet, baby,” Taehyung says. “I bet you’d come with one touch of my finger.”

With Jungkook buried hilt deep inside your mouth, you’re hardly prepared for when Taehyung slips his fingers underneath to your folds. It’s embarrassing to admit how right he is. You react instantly, moaning around Jungkook and jutting your hips back for more. The simple vibration has Jungkook groaning, his hips bucking forward. You hadn’t even been aware of just how wet you are before Taehyung pointed it out but then you can feel it, pulsing out of you and dripping down the top of your inner thighs.

“But you need more, don’t you?” Taehyung asks. “How about my cock? Will you let me fuck you, baby girl?”

You nod eagerly, the simple question exciting you even more. Taehyung chuckles and leans down to press a kiss to the arch of your back.

“But you’ll have to be good and keep pleasuring Jungkook too, okay?” Taehyung says.

You hum in response and swallow around Jungkook as if to tell both boys that you have no plans on stopping. Jungkook twitches inside you and scrunches his eyes shut.

“Fuck, Taehyung,” he grumbles. “Hurry up. Any time you touch her, she swallows. It feels so good.”

Taehyung snickers but he takes his time. He runs his fingers up and down your folds until you’re moaning needily against Jungkook. You look over your shoulder to see Taehyung’s fingers wrapped around his own hardened and pulsating erection, pumping himself a few times as he stares at you carefully. He positions himself behind you and takes the chance to run his tip and length along your folds. You whimper suddenly, hoping your desperate noises will spur him on.

“You want more, baby?” Taehyung asks.

You hum again, your voice muffled and hoarse.

“Okay,” he sighs. “Only because you’ve been so good.”

You have no time to brace yourself from the sudden impact of feelings. He doesn’t do much except for push himself into you, past your folds. It’s only just the tip and yet your heart jolts in your chest, the coil in your stomach tightens. It feels so good to finally have something of larger girth in you that you gap, simultaneously sinking down further onto Jungkook. The two boys grunt above you, both of them panting hard.

“You feel so good, baby,” Taehyung mumbles. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

He leans down to press a kiss against your shoulder, his other hand coming up to rest on the dip of your lower back to guide you. He slowly, so very slowly, pushes himself into you, inch by inch, so you can feel the way he stretches you open, feel the way he buries into you. Your leaking arousal only proves to be of an advantage, letting him easily push into you without any trouble. Your fingers grip the bed sheets beneath you in an ironclad grip and you squeak when he’s finally buried hilt deep within you. You nearly gag around Jungkook again, who’s still panting and writhing above you, but the way Taehyung’s tongue marks patterns into your shoulder comforts you. You whine against Jungkook, pushing your hips back for more and the simplicity of your action has Taehyung’s breath hitching in his throat.

“So warm,” he grunts and then sighs against your back. “You always feel so amazing.”

He still hasn’t moved and you’re beginning to grow impatient, distraught over the feeling of him rock hard inside you but unmoving. You debate pulling apart from Jungkook to yell at Taehyung but you assume he can understand your haste judging by the way your body writhes beneath him, your fingers clench into fists. He pulls out in one languid movement, his breath stuttering, until only his tip is left before he pushes himself back in, equally as slow. He sets at a steady, easy pace that, at the very least, lets you grasp onto some sensible thoughts and pushes you to keep pleasing Jungkook. Jungkook can’t take it anymore; he starts rutting his hips up into your mouth with gritted teeth. It’s a hot, erotic mess of mingled moans and groans but you never want it to stop ━ in fact, you want more.

“You like that, baby?” Taehyung grunts.

You nod hurriedly, humming in response.

“Ah, fuck━” Taehyung groans. “Want it harder?”

You nod once more, this time eagerly. When Taehyung pulls back one more time, he slams himself back into you without any warning and you jerk forward, sinking down onto Jungkook. The younger boy moans, his head lolling back as his fingers twisting in your hair. You don’t expect Taehyung to do the same thing again, pull out slowly and then push himself back in with more force, but he does, and he repeats the action again and again until he abandons it for a whole new pace. Soon, he’s thrusting into you hard and fast but always making sure his hips reconnect with yours before pulling out so you can feel him practically in your throat.

“Like being fucked like this?” Taehyung asks. “You like being used like a little slut?”

His thrusts are relentless suddenly, jerking your body and back and forth until he’s fucking you in a way that has you sucking off Jungkook just right so that you hardly have to put in any effort. Although his hard thrusts feel amazing, each time you’re pushed forward, you sink further down onto Jungkook unwillingly and that, paired with the way Jungkook frantically fucks himself into your mouth, you nearly gag each time as he hits the back of your throat, drool pooling at your lips and dribbling down your chin. Tears prick at your eyes from the feeling and it’s too pleasing to quit, to pull away from Jungkook just yet. Jungkook’s staring down at you when he notices your scrunched up face. You’re surprised when his hand finds your cheek, his thumb brushing reassuringly into your cheekbone.

“You’re doing so━ ah, fuck━ so well, baby,” he rasps.

You can taste the saltiness of precum on the tip of your tongue and you wonder how close he is. You have no qualms in finishing him off then and there but soon the pleasure you’re receiving from Taehyung becomes too much. Soon, he’s hitting you at an angle that shakes something in you. You pull apart from Jungkook with a loud pop, saliva and cum coating his length and your lips, and a gasp wretches from your throat.

“Fuck!” You cry hoarsely. “Ah, T-Taehyung!”

You’re too weak to push yourself up and end up burying your head in Jungkook’s lower abdomen, feeling the heat consume you. You’re near numb, senseless, as you let Taehyung ravish your body, fuck you hard into the mattress and Jungkook. It’s a frantic build up, an intense wave of emotions that you seem to pass through, and you can hardly bring yourself to react. All you can hear is the sound of moaning and skin against skin and the heat seems to make its way up to your head, making you warm and fuzzy. Jungkook gently pulls at your face, lifting you up and bringing you to him so that he can smash his lips onto yours and all you can taste is bitter liquor, you, and him, but that doesn’t stop him from sucking on your lower lip even when you pull apart to moan and gasp.

“T-Tae,” You sob. “Fuck, Tae, I━I’m c━close━”

“Cum for me, baby girl,” he murmurs. “Let me hear you.”

You shake your head frantically at the sensitive sting between your legs still raw from your orgasm from Jungkook, shutting your eyes. Taehyung’s hands find their way onto your hips and he pulls you down his length until you’re balls deep and pauses. He lifts your hips and you can feel him twitch inside you that it even makes your own thighs tremble and shake. You’re sure you’ll collapse on him if he doesn’t hold onto you and he must realize this too because he grips your hips tight to continue thrusting into you. Soon you’re tumbling towards your high. Taehyung’s pumps are frantic, growing sloppy with each passing second, as he pushes you to yours and his high. The coil snaps in your stomach again and you’re in a moment of freefall where you’re stunned by the wave of pleasure. Then, Taehyung is bringing you back down to reality with his hard thrusts, the way he moans, and the lewd wet sounds of him pumping himself into you.

“Ah, T-Tae━” You whimper. “So good, fuck━”

His name falls from your lips in a repeated mantra. You crumble beneath him, collapsing entirely against Jungkook, who’s brushing your hair away from your face. You’re shaking with each touch, your walls pulsing around Taehyung and clenching hard. He moans and curses behind you and you know he must be close to his high because he, too, is fumbling for it. His thrusts are even more hasty and soon he’s reaching his climax. His moans increase in volume and his thrusts become sloppier until he finally pulls his cock from your walls and nearly collapses against your back.

With his hand clenched tightly around his shaft, he jerks himself off until he’s releasing onto your back in white hot spurts. He’s panting hard, sweat coating his forehead, but he takes the time to press chaste kisses along your back and shoulders as the two of you attempt to calm your shrill hearts. It’s silent in the room for a moment despite your panting breaths. Taehyung takes a moment to grab his discarded shirt and wipe at the mess he’s made before he collapses next to you at long last with a huff of air. You moan wearily, rolling off of Jungkook to lay on your back between the two.

“God, you’re amazing,” Taehyung sighs.

You giggle up at the boy and lean towards him to kiss. His fingers rake in your hair and a few silent seconds pass before you’re nearly back to an even breathing pace. That’s when you notice Jungkook, his hand gripped tightly around his still painfully hard dick.

“Jungkook,” You pur his name, catching his attention. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” he quips.

“It’s your turn,” Taehyung points out. Jungkook glances at Taehyung and then down at you, quirking an eyebrow.

“W-Well, I just thought━” Jungkook stammers. “I just thought you’ve had enough. It’s okay, you don’t have to.”

“I call bullshit again,” You scoff.

“Baby girl,” Taehyung hums, “do you want Jungkookie to fuck you?”

You nod eagerly but Jungkook doesn’t seem too convinced, or maybe he’s hesitant. Taehyung’s eyeing him closely, curiously, before he gaps. He bursts out into a fit of chuckles, earning both yours and Jungkook’s attention.

“Shit, of course,” Taehyung grins. “He’s probably gonna let go the minute he’s in you. You’re close, hm?”

“Only because she’s already been down on me,” Jungkook grumbles.

“You know that’s not it,” Taehyung replies. “You’ve been wanting this forever.”

Jungkook’s eyes suddenly darken as he glares at the older boy. “Taehyung.”

“Wait, what?” You ask, turning to gawk at both.

“Jungkook has a little crush on you,” Taehyung smirks. “This is all he’s ever wanted. I bet he’ll bust a nut the second he fucks you and he’s embarrassed.”

You gasp as you turn to face Jungkook who looks entirely disgruntled but you’re more shocked about the fact that Jungkook likes you than anything else. Jungkook, notoriously arrogant fuckboy, who’s seemingly made it his mission to give you a headache every waking moment by trying to flirt with you. And maybe you’ve always sort of known it; maybe you’ve always sort of felt the same.

“That’s not true!” Jungkook protests. “I━I━ Well, Tae hardly finishes when he’s with another girl. He’s jacked off to the thought of you before, too━”

Taehyung starts. “Fuck off━”

You’re stuck between the bickering boys, staring up at both of them with a dumbfounded expression. Before either boy can strangle the other, you’re speaking up and interrupting them.

“I don’t mind,” You say. “I’m just… surprised.”

Both boys are silent now, aggravated probably, and you giggle. You reach up to rake your fingers in Taehyung’s hair and then look up at Jungkook, using your other hand to grab onto his chin once more and force him to face you.

“Come here, you idiot,” You drawl. “I want you to fuck me. Wanna feel your dick.”

Jungkook seems taken aback but then his eyes are sweeping down your body and he writhes in his seat. Before he can protest, you’re pulling him down onto you to kiss. It’s passionate and rough but hot altogether as your lips smack against one anothers. Jungkook’s desperate situation seems to hit him again, especially when you snake one of your hands down to his length and wrap your fingers around him to jerk him off. He pulls apart from you, gulping.

“Fuck, okay, okay,” he gasps. “I need to be in you right now, please.”

You and Taehyung smirk as Jungkook shifts around on the bed to kneel between your legs. He pauses, glancing up at you once more and noting the way you bite your lower lip seductively, before finally pushing himself in. He goes slow, but not as gradual as Taehyung. You can still feel him stretching you open and he groans. He seems to slide the rest of the way in with a lewd squelch sound because of just how wet you are and then he’s buried balls deep, fitting so snug within you.

“Holy shit,” he whines. “You weren’t kidding, Tae. She feels amazing.”

Taehyung hums in agreement. “What does she feel like? Let her know, Kookie.”

Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut momentarily to focus. “Wet,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “Warm, tight ━ fuck, so tight.”

He marvels at the feeling, wonders how you can still clench so tightly around him despite being stretched wide by Taehyung. He bows his head to rest in the crook of your neck and moans. His words are enough to spur on your own reaction and you whimper against him.

“Oh, fuck, Jungkook━”

The sensitivity you feel in your core met with his hard cock makes you cringe but simultaneously pleases you and you’re bucking your hips for more. He groans at the feeling, his hands flying down to grip your hips. He’s big, stretching you wide, but you feel anything but pain except for the sharp burning sensation as the intensity of your past orgasms start to hit you. He rolls his hips back and then thrusts into you so hard that you yelp and jerk back on the bed.

“Go easy on her, Jungkook,” Taehyung admonishes. “She’s not a doll.”

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook sighs, nipping at your throat. “You just feel so good, Y/N.”

“I’m okay,” You reassure. You feel his length twitch within you and your head lolls back. “Fuck, I feel more than okay.”

“Can we try something?” Taehyung asks.

He receives two weak nods in response. Jungkook pauses, shifts the two of you until he’s on his back and you’re straddling his hips, his dick never once slipping from your core. The older boy grabs onto you and yanks you onto his hips.

“What do you say we give Y/N the pleasure she deserves?” he asks. He pushes his length past your folds and is rewarded by the sound of your moans as your jaw unhinges. “Think you can handle both of us, baby?”

“Fuck, yes,” You gasp.

Jungkook seems just as enticed by this. He’s careful as he pushes his cock into you and your reaction is explosive. With Taehyung already stretching you wide, you wonder how Jungkook will fit but it’s snug and perfect. You can feel him stretching you further, inch by glorious inch, and he hasn’t even begun moving when your walls clench around the two of them. Taehyung hisses in your ear and Jungkook pauses at once, sputtering for air, giving you time to adjust. When Jungkook pushes himself further into your cunt, rubbing against Taehyung’s cock and your own walls, you can’t help the delicious moan that falls from your lips.

“Oh my god,” You whimper. “Fuck, fuck, that feels so fucking good━”

It’s such a sticky, hot mess, and all you can hear is the sound of guttural moans and grunts. You jut your hips forward, a silent plea for something more. Jungkook’s hand grasps at your ass and then he’s pulling out. He growls suddenly, thrusting his hips forward and the sensation suddenly overwhelms you. As he picks up a pace that leaves you breathless, Taehyung slowly thrusts into you and the pleasure becomes too much. Your hands reach out to grab at anything, fingers digging eagerly into Jungkook’s chest, Taehyung’s sides.

“Oh, fuck,” Jungkook grunts. His face is scrunched in pleasure and concentration, his mouth hanging open.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” Taehyung growls. “You like being stretched wide like this, huh? Such a good girl too. Fuck━”

He’s sweating, but so are you, and all you can hear is the sound of yours and the boys’ moans, the vulgar wet slap with each thrust Jungkook makes. It’s only amplified with each small leisurely thrust Taehyung makes into your throbbing pussy, his dick rubbing against Jungkook’s with each thrust. Your walls tighten around Jungkook and Taehyung as the seconds pass and you know you’re already close to your third orgasm of the night but you try to hold off despite the room spinning. All you can do is lay there for Jungkook to ravish and control, for Taehyung to enjoy, too caught up in the moment. Your breasts bounce wildly with each thrust Jungkook makes and his gaze seems fixated on your chest before flickering down to watch himself disappear inside you each time. Taehyung is raking his fingers through your hair, soothing you through your next climax and it’s close.

“Fuck,” Jungkook hisses, panting hard. “I’m not gonna last.”

You push your hips forward as if to probe him on and he growls.

“No, shit, let me enjoy this, baby,” he whines. “Ah, so tight━”

He’s grumbling to himself, cursing under his breath and you smirk tiredly. Jungkook leans his head down to kiss at your chest, catching one of your nipples in his warm mouth. His tongue swishes back and forth over the perked bud and your chest arches into his face. Your fingers are clutching tight at his hair even as he obeys and adds more force with each thrust, slowly picking up his pace. His mouth widens and he sinks lower on your breast, humming against you in pleasure. Taehyung’s own pace quickens. It’s not as relentless as Jungkook’s but he makes sure to help aid you to your high, ramming his hips into yours until both their cocks slip into a seamless pattern. All you can focus on is the crude wetness, the way their dicks threaten to slip from your hold at how sloppy and wrecked your cunt becomes.

“Ah, yes,” You hiss. “Fuck, yes, yes━ So good, oh my god━ Right there━”

Your voice is cut off by a loud moan. You feel the familiar wave hit you once more and this time you hardly have any strength to fight it off or welcome it.

“I can’t━” You wail suddenly. “Fuck, I can’t━ I’m gonna cum━”

You’re fumbling for words to warn him that you’re close before you’re cuming around them. Their names wrench from your throat in no discernible pattern, accompanied by vulgar curses. Your body writhes between the two boys, your chest arching into his mouth, your legs tightening around Jungkook’s waist.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” Jungkook coos. “Come on, wanna feel you cream all over us━”

Stars form behind your eyelids and explode into galaxies as they swirl down your spine and to the tip of your toes, making them and your fingers curl in delight. Your vision grows blurry and tears stream down your face at the build up of pressure finally being released for the third time and you can’t help it when your mantra turns into delighted sobs and whimpers. You’re clenched so tight that Jungkook feels as if he hardly has any space to move and the confinement of his length has him gasping. He pulls apart from your breast to watch your scrunched up face with hooded eyes. He moans again, and desperately leans down to suck at your jawline.

You’re too spent to keep up with him or Taehyung as he helps you further to your high but you know Jungkook is close when his thrusts become messy, quick spurts. You gasp each time he thrusts up into you until he’s finally cuming.

“Shit,” he hisses. “Gonna cum━ Gonna let us fill you up, baby?”

“Please, please, wanna feel it,” You mewl.

He slams his hips into yours and stills for a moment as he releases into you in one hot wave and emits a beautiful moan of your name. You’re panting hard even as he rides out both your highs with a few more incredibly sloppy pumps before he finally collapses against your chest. The two of you are struggling to catch your breaths, your heart beating in your ears.

The room is silent, blissful, and it takes you a few moments of basking in it before you’ve regained your breath. Your fingers rake in Jungkook’s soft and sweaty hair and you hum in content. His mouth presses a few open mouthed and hot kisses along your neck and jawline before connecting with your own mouth. This time, the kiss is chaste and you smile against his lips before he’s pulling out of you. You moan at the missing feeling of his warmth and the way his own cum leaks from your core, down Taehyung’s cock, and your own thighs.

But Taehyung isn’t done. He thrusts up into you to ride out his own high, pushing Jungkook’s release back into you. His pace is steady, deep, and all you can both do is moan and gasp for air.

“Fuck, Tae,” You rasp tiredly. “Cum for me, baby.”

The boy gasps for air, nearly fumbling behind you to reach his high. “Gonna make this pussy mine. Fuuck━”

When Taehyung finally reaches his own high, it’s in another sticky stream of hot cum, each fluid mingling with the other in a pitiful mess. He pulls his slackened length from you and you whimper at sudden the loss, core and legs aching. As you slide onto the bed between the two tired and breathless boys, Jungkook wipes at your glistening core with a shirt and you sigh in content.

“Why haven’t we done that before?” You gasp, earning a chuckle from both. Jungkook lets out a boisterous laugh and you flick his arm. “If you say anything dumb, we’re never having a round two.”

“Round two?” he asks, wriggling his brows. “You want this to happen again?”

You nod, though you can already start to feel yourself succumb to sleep as it creeps upon you. “What do you think, Tae?”

“I think,” The older boy hums, “that’s your best idea yet.”

Jungkook seems surprised, excited even, and you smile sleepily. Taehyung throws his arm over your waist and pulls your back to his chest, wrapping you in his arms as he slips off to sleep. 

Before you fall asleep that night, you snake your arm up Jungkook’s chest and let your hand rest against his beating heart which you can still feel beating shrilly even long after your messy night together.

You awake to the familiar sound of your alarm.

It’s loud, annoying, and jolts you awake only to toss you into a haze of muddled confusion and an incredibly terrible hangover. Your head throbs and your body aches. Sunlight splashes in from the closed blinds and illuminates your face, making you squint.

“Turn that off, Jesus Christ, Y/N,” Taehyung snaps, his voice muffled and aggravated.

Your mind is too groggy to realize he’s sleeping next to you, too groggy to suddenly remember what happened the night before. Until, of course, you feel your limbs tangled with not only Taehyung’s but another’s. When you crane your neck to look, you see Jeon Jungkook splayed out beside you sleeping peacefully and you gasp.

The events of the night before suddenly flood your mind and everything is hazy up until your wild time with the two boys. Your muddled sober mind alerts your heart and suddenly it’s beating hard and fast in your chest as you register the situation. You’re used to waking up with a naked Taehyung by your side but never were you used to waking up next to a naked Taehyung and Jungkook.

Jungkook stirs in his sleep then and you curse silently, diving for your phone on the floor before realizing your drastic mistake. Your core is still tender and your legs feel so delicate, nearly caving in beneath you as you wobble precariously. Somehow, you manage to grab your phone and tap the snooze button hastily. Taehyung’s still half asleep on his side but Jungkook lays on his back and you’re surprised to see him looking up at you with a quirked eyebrow and a tiny smirk.

“Don’t you dare say anything,” You hiss. “Holy shit, that wasn’t a dream?”

You gnaw on your lower lip and reach down blindly to grab the nearest article of clothing on the floor (one of Taehyung’s shirts) to toss over your bare body. To soothe your aching muscles, you resort to kneeling on the edge of the bed.

“It wasn’t,” Taehyung murmurs.

“Nice to know you think our dicks are dream worthy though,” Jungkook snorts. “So when’s our round two?”

Your promise from the night before dawns on you all too suddenly and, though you feign your usual annoyance for both boys, the potential prospect of another night with the two of them thrills you to no end.  

“I━ I━” You stammer.

“Come back here, baby,” Taehyung muses. “It’s too early to be up right now. You can sleep a bit longer before you pretend you hate the both of us.”

Your eyes flicker down to your phone to check the time: 6 a.m. You can barely walk, let alone function this early in the morning, even without the added stress of your hangover, and sleep seems far too appealing to ignore. Maybe you can stay for a few more hours…

“Fine,” You grumble. You crawl back between them and wiggle around until you’re laying back on the bed. “But you’re making me that cup of coffee when I wake up, Taehyung.”

“Anything else, princess?” Taehyung grins.

“Maybe run me a bath too,” You wince as you settle back against the bed. “Everything hurts.”

“Will do,” Jungkook says. “Gotta do the most to make sure we get that second round. Now, come here━”

The boys snicker and, soon, the three of you have slipped back into a peaceful slumber.

You know that when you wake you’ll profusely deny that the night before and the morning after had ever happened; that you’ll never again find yourself in either Jungkook’s or Taehyung’s bed, much less with the both of them at the same time ━ but you find that you never really listen much to rules anyway.

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[heisenho]

Karl x Fem!Reader that also has the ability to bend metal and being his little apprentice. Like they go from mentoring to lovers?

Power

[Karl Heisenberg x Fem!Reader]

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI! Good ol' pussy eatin', Karl being a bit of a dick, just normal re8 stuff.

A/N: This was so fun to write, i do hope you like it! Thanks so much for this request! This is more... uh reader loathing karl and then letting him mentor her, and then they become lovers. i hope that is okay dfijffnwfjw

“Fuck!” You screamed out, stomping your foot. “Why can’t I just live with Lady Dimitrescu?”

You were growing angry. Rage boiled inside of you. You let out a loud, shrill scream and slammed your foot against the metal you were supposed to be moving around with your fucking mind.

“Shit!”

Another yell. You grabbed your foot and fell to the ground, rolling in the dirt for a minute.

“Get the fuck up.”

You stopped your rolling and your eyes shot towards Heisenberg. You stood up and glared at him. You crossed your arms and stepped closer to him.

“Girl,” Heisenberg growled, “You do not wanna do that.”

When you were first sent to live with Heisenberg, you were sure it was going to be hell, he was terrifying. But now, it was hell because he was being bossy.

“You’re lucky I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. Otherwise... You’d be-”

“What? What would I be?

Your arms fell to your sides, your fingers digging into your palms. You screamed again and turned to stomp away from Heisenberg. His jacket rustled and you ignored it, thinking he was probably going to fuck around with his powers just to show off.

Show off, he did.

A piece of metal came flying towards your legs and wrapped around your shins, knocking you to the ground. A scared noise fell from your lips and you scratched at the ground, trying your best to stop whatever was happening. Once it registered that you were not about to get away, you let yourself slide towards Heisenberg.

The metal around your legs began to pull you upwards and you tensed. You truly had not expected to start fucking floating. The metal tightened as your moved higher into the air, thankfully Heisenberg seemed to not want to drop you.

“Oh, if only there were a way you could escape this.”

You swung your arm out and let out a strangled, stressed scream as he caught it. “Karl, let me down right now!”

Blood was starting to rush to your head. Heisenberg was deadpan, watching you struggle. He didn’t look comfortable, but he also was letting it happen. As you were leaning up, pulling at the metal, Heisenberg reached up to you, the metal falling and you dropping into his arms.

He quickly set you down and began to walk back to his factory. “C’mon, we’ll try again tomorrow.”

You looked down at the metal and tried your best, really giving it your all, and moved your hand outward, towards it, but nothing happened.

“Karl,” you let out a soft whine, “I can’t do this.”

Karl came up from behind and sighed. You knew for sure he was about to pull some more bullshit, so you tensed. Karl’s face dropped, his eyes softening, but you couldn’t quite see that. You could, however, hear Karl sigh.

“We’re gonna try something different.” Karl stepped behind you and your body only tensed even more.

Karl placed his gloved hand on your bicep and slid it down your arm, causing your breath to catch in your throat. “Focus on the metal,” he brought your hand upwards and uncurled your fingers, which were digging into your palm. “Just think about moving it, it’ll come naturally.”

You nodded and relaxed into him, “Okay.”

Suddenly the metal moved. You gasped and practically ripped away from Karl, your excitement bubbling over. You turned and looked at him with wide eyes.

“I did it!”

“Told ya it wasn’t hard.”

You huffed at him, “You literally dragged me around the dirt yesterday, sir! Do not go talking about this bein’ easy!”

Karl snorted, “Whatever, girl,” his eyes rolled behind his sunglasses. “Now, we can get to the actual training.”

You stood across from Karl, in the scrapyard, your fingers twitching at your sides. You were finally getting good at whatever the hell Miranda had “blessed” you with, and Karl was taking training up a notch.

The metal began to float around you causing you to feel a little anxiety. You brought your arms up, palms facing Karl, and you pushed some of the metal back towards him. As you did that, he snapped his fingers, effortlessly causing a piece of metal to fly at you. A short whine escaped you as it scraped your cheek.

Warmth ran down your cheek. Blood.

“Not fair!”

“Life isn’t fair, Kitten,” Karl smirked.

You blinked, and your hands fell down to your sides. Your entire body tensed and without even thinking, you caused the metal to shift around you. Every single piece, even the ones near Karl, hit the ground. Hard.

“That’a girl!”

Karl walked towards you and smiled proudly. Your stomach twisted and you swallowed hard. Something about that pet name, and the way he said it... He had your stomach in knots. You gave him a nervous smile and nodded.

“Thanks. I totally meant to do that.”

Karl laughed, “Let’s go inside, I think that’s enough for today. Anyway,” Karl brought his gloved hand to your cheek, “You’re bleeding. You need to clean that up.”

Without thinking, you swatted him away and leaned back from him. Karl, unbeknownst to you, was not a fan of that reaction. His face dropped, slightly, before he gave you a cocky grin once more.

The both of you walked in, and you knew you were going to have to deal with your new feelings, one way or another.

It had been about a week since ‘the incident’ and you could not get the way he called you ‘kitten’ out of your head. He hadn’t said it since, he had barely gotten close to you unless he was training with you, and even then he kept his distance.

You had to find a way to relieve stress and you had to find one soon. Being a desperate woman, you decided, when there was a family meeting, you were going to find one of Alcina’s daughters and ask her for help.

And you did just that.

“Daniela,” You pulled her to the side and prayed that Karl wouldn’t find you, “I need help.”

“Ooooh~” She let out a laugh, or what you could only assume was a laugh, “what does the newest member of the family need?”

“Please keep quiet, this is important to keep between us, and only us.”

“Of course,” she grabbed your shoulder and smiled at you.

‘Maybe she’s trying to make me feel less scared?’ You thought. “Anyway...” You tried to shrug her hand away, “Look, do you ladies have any... toys. Just, like, around the castle?”

“Toys?” Daniela cocked her head, “I didn’t think you wanted to play with men?”

Your eyes widened, “No! Sex toys!” You hissed at her.

Her eyes lit up, “Oh! Of course. Follow me, my cute little pet.”

And just like that, you were completely set up to relieve your stress.

Finding a secluded area was not the easiest. So many of Karl’s little experiments wandered around. But once you found it, you were ecstatic.

You were sprawled out on a small pallet you had made. You had surrounded yourself with some metal, a barrier between you and the creatures that could find you. Keeping it up was becoming a hassle, especially once you started feeling immense pleasure.

You had been messing around with yourself for a good half of the day. You had somehow convinced Karl to let you wander off and not work that day. He said he had things he needed to tend to, and let you go off on your own.

You were taking breaks in between sessions, but nothing was like the real thing. The vibrations of the toy were sending shockwaves through your body. You were getting close to the edge, toes curling, eyes rolling back, and body tensing. And, unlike all your other orgasms, you let out a loud whimper.

“Hey, girl-” Karl called out, obviously looking for you.

“Karl-” You moaned out, not registering Karl’s voice.

Something had come over you, you were completely wrecked by the thought of Karl having his way with you. To the point where you called out for him. And he most definitely heard you.

The metal dropped around you and you, suddenly, you were forced to face Karl. Once and for all. A scream ripped from your throat and you closed your legs, pulling your large, button up shirt, over your knees.

“Fuck!” You yelled, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t-”

“Damn,” Karl, being the extreme gentleman he was, noticed you weren’t entirely comfortable and covered his eyes. “If you needed some help you could have asked.”

“Karl!” You shouted throwing the sex toy to the side. Face burning, body trembling, mind filled with pure embarrassment, you just sat on the floor, “Shut up!”

Suddenly, you realized what he said. Your jaw dropped and your arms, that were wrapped around your legs, tensed.

“Last chance,” Karl smirked, eyes still hidden, “you obviously need-”

“Okay.”

That was all he needed to hear. His hand dropped from his face and he stalked towards you. Without a word, Karl leaned down, picked you, and tossed you over his shoulder. Letting out a small gasp, you hung down his back. One of his hands held you steady while the other rested on your ass.

The both of you reached his ‘room’, just an area with a mattress on the ground not as many experiments around. Karl placed you down on the mattress and leaned over you, he peeked over his sunglasses at you.

“You have no clue how long I’ve wanted this.”

Heisenberg’s mouth was the shell of your ear, his breath causing your body to react in the best way possible. He pulled back and stared you down, like a predator ready to devour their prey. Your knees knocked together and you were looking up at Heisenberg with big doe eyes. His large calloused hand grabbed one of your knees and he pulled your legs apart, gently.

“I was wondering where that shirt went...”

“Well, maybe if you had more shirts you wouldn’t have noticed.”

Karl chuckled, a rumble coming from his chest, and you felt like you had made some type of mistake, “Are you sure you wanna get that tone with me, kitten?”

“Yes...” It sounded more like a question than an answer, but the confidence was almost there.

“How are you so bratty, yet so cute?” Karl positioned himself between your legs.

You shrugged, unable to find words to say. Your brain was malfunctioning at the worst time. You had thought about this moment, even dreamed of it, and now there you sat, looking like some deer in headlights. You were vulnerable and so small compared to him.

“You sure you’re up for this, kitten? You’re looking a little-”

“I’m good!” Your voice cracked, “You have no clue how much I’ve wanted this- you. I just kinda thought you... hated me.”

Karl cocked his head at you, “How? You’re fucking amazing. I thought you hated me, the way you tensed when we were training... I just assumed you were afraid.”

“Karl,” you spoke so calmly, as if you weren’t almost naked and completely vulnerable under him, “as I said before, you dragged me through the dirt with metal...”

“That was just tough love,” Karl smirked down at you, before his facial features softened, “I can make it up to you?”

You nodded, wondering what he had in mind.

“Lean back,” he moved down, positioning himself between your legs, his body keeping your legs from closing.

You complied of course, and leaned back for him. Your back hit the mattress and you let out a shaky sigh. Karl began to softly kiss up your thigh, his large hands pulling your legs further apart. Your hands gripped at the bare mattress below you and you arched into Karl’s mouth.

Once he reached your cunt, you let out a soft moan, waiting for more. One of Karl’s hands gripped at your hip, while the other pulled your shirt up further. His hand quickly moved from your shirt and to your bare ass.

“I promise, I’ll be gentle,” Karl murmured right before his tongue licked a stripe up your pussy.

You gasped. God, it was everything you had imagined, and better. His tongue quickly found your clit and he sucked at it, briefly, before getting back to your pussy.

You let out a soft hum of pleasure, your hands knocking his hat off and grabbing at his hair. You pulled at it and Karl immediately stopped.

“Girl,” his chest rumbled, and his eyes snapped up at you, “I don’t think you’re prepared for what that brings.”

You couldn’t answer, you were genuinely too in the moment to register anything but your own pleasure. And you were getting close to cumming. Your back arched, and your toes curled, once his lips met your throbbing pussy again.

“Karl,” your voice was loud, but not loud enough.

“Kitten, who’s making you feel this good?”

“You- You are!”

Your feet jerked, pulling you up on your tiptoes, and your back curved, causing your hips to push into Karl, letting his tongue go deeper.

“Karl! I’m- I’m gonna-” You were cut off, everything becoming too much.

You gasped loudly and the entire factory shifted and groaned. Your eyes screwed shut and your entire body tensed under him. Karl did not slow. You felt the metal around you beginning to move.

Your eyes snapped open, just in time for you to witness the metal starting to come to life around the two of you. You fell, your back colliding with the mattress once more, and the metal fell back down. The factory stopped creaking, the only noise now being your loud panting.

“Damn, girlie,” Karl brought his face up to yours, “you’re more powerful than I thought...”

Karl gave you a kiss, and you quickly deepened it. Your arms wrapped around his neck and held himself above you. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you softly mewled beneath him. Reluctantly, Karl pulled away and pressed his forehead to yours.

“How about-” he paused, thinking about his wording, “how about we take this shit over? Fuck everyone else. Me and you, kitten, that’s all that matters.”

You quickly answered, unsure if it was the fact he just ate your pussy, the love you felt for him, or your genuine hate for Mother Miranda. Or all of the above, “How about we fuck first? The vibrator just wasn’t doing it. We can think about world domination after sex.”

“I like the sound of that.”

[phoenixyfriend]

OKAY so on the topic of Star Wars takes wrt “character ends up in an A/B/O universe where they’re an omega, but they were previously a cis male in their canon”

@atagotiak and I had some Thoughts on discord

So, obviously, Anakin would make a good omega and he’s also incredibly murdery. Foregone conclusion that we're using him for this.

There is no preexisting Anakin in the Omegaverse. He shows up JUST as the war is starting. Canon timeline is in the third year of the war (he’s 22), but whatever dumped him into omegaverse also tossed him back a few years. No de-aging, just a bit of mismatched timeline stuff.

He's... really good at war, and clearly a Jedi, so the Temple just kind of goes "WELL OKAY THEN, SURE, YOU'RE IN, EVERYONE PRETEND HE'S BEEN HERE THE WHOLE TIME." The Jedi, by and large, don't care about omegaverse dynamics beyond 'what do you need, medically, to be happy and healthy' and 'what do you need to be aware of so you can be prepared for biases you encounter in the field?’

None of the civilian natborns (mainly politicians) want to put him on the field because of those biases. Anakin, being Anakin, is VERY blatantly an omega in scent, has never been on suppressants (because it wasn't a thing he fucking NEEDED), is incredibly emotional as a person, loves kids, etc.

Like, nobody wants an omega fighting a war anyway, but THIS one is like PINNACLE omega, and those awful Jedi are making him FIGHT just because he's good at stab!

The Jedi: Actually, it's because he's got several years of war experience that we don't, and he's a good tactician that works well with the clones-- Coruscant: You MONSTERS The Jedi: Look, we gave him the option to not stab and he looked absolutely devastated. Anakin, several days earlier: You don’t want me? I’m not good enough??? Jedi: Also he can beat up at least half the temple.

He doesn't know a damn thing about dynamics, but he DOES know that sometimes he's so horny he wants to stab HARDER. The clones are largely disinterested in their generals' dynamics because between mostly-Mando* trainers and no-dynamic Kaminoans, they only really care if a person can shoot.

* Mandalore approves of Fighty Omegas. As far as (traditional) Mandalore is concerned, you want an omega that will kill the threats to your children as well as you do.

Anakin: You know more about being an omega than I do. Rex: ...I'm an alpha. Anakin: Yeah. Let that one sink in a bit.

We have two options for Obi-Wan!

Omegaverse local Obi-Wan (beta) has never met this man before, and is very unnerved that the immediate default reaction Anakin has to his presence is releasing Family pheromones as if Obi-Wan is his DAD and like. This strange, too-tall man from another dimension has got absolutely NO control over what he projects in the Force OR in his dynamic.

Obi-Wan was ALSO transplanted from canon to omegaverse, and is also an omega, for contrast reasons. He is nice and friendly and and likes poetry and that sort of thing... but also he has the highest dismemberment count in the movies. Also he doesn’t prioritize romance.

We went with the second one because it's hilarious.

Someone watching them spar: Wow, omegas from that universe are terrifying.

As previously mentioned, now with some tweaking to account for both: Obi-Wan and Anakin just straight up don't exist until they drop headfirst into the council room, already covered in blood. (It's mostly not theirs.)

Nobody realizes either one is an omega until they "naturalize" to this dimension and Anakin goes into heat... and doesn't realize it, actually, because his primary symptom is heightened protectiveness and aggression. Everyone else with the right nose realizes, because the man has no control over his pheromone production, but Anakin? No. He just stabs. He’s angry and horny and he will cut someone.

Ahsoka has no reaction to human pheromones but basically everyone smells Anakin's "my child!" reaction to her, so... Cool. Have a padawan, we guess.

Anakin ends up sparring a lot with Aayla and Ahsoka, because only humans and near humans have dynamics, so these two don't REACT to the pheromones situation.

(Palpatine is a Kindly Old Beta who tries to treat Anakin the way he EXPECTS Anakin wants to be treated, which is. Not. Accurate.)

(Anakin hates it.)

I'm just so in love with "An omega can't fight." "You wanna fuckin' bet?"

There are plenty of omega Jedi, by the way, it's just... most of them can keep it relatively low-key instead of Anakin's jet-engine broadcast. Some, if they're known to be omega, probably take advantage of being underestimated, like Obi-Wan probably (and especially a version of Obi-Wan that was always an omega, unlike this version). They have a very different way of presenting themselves than Anakin, who's not subtle about being an omega and also not subtle about being all aggressive and stabby.

At one point, Anakin has to protect some Very Traditional Individuals who get all "Stay back, Omega, it's not safe!" and he's just... so tired of this shit. “You are squishy civilians and I'm a trained Jedi Knight and accomplished GAR General who's killed more people in one sitting than there are in this entire palace. Sit the fuck down and let me do my job.”

It starts making the rounds that Anakin insisted on fighting in person, and the rumors shift from "how dare the Jedi force an omega to fight" and over into things that are deeply hurtful in-universe in the vein of "broken omega" and some people try to say it to his face but like...

He didn't grow up here.

He doesn't care.

Say that to one of his friends and he's going to rip out your spleen, probably, but say it to him and he's just staring at you flatly and asking if that's a negative on getting away from the encroaching battle droids, sir?

"You're rather unpleasant for an omega, aren't you?" [deeply offensive] "I literally could not give less of a fuck about your opinion. Move."

It's not that there aren't omegas that act like Anakin, either, it's just that most of them aren't, you know, Jedi who regularly interact with the upper crust, or capable of his level of destruction. Unbeknownst to Anakin, everyone clocks him as Outer Rim based on his behavior, well before his accent gives him away, and certainly before he mentions he's from Tatooine, because Core Omegas Don't Act Like That.

Someone they meet in a more diplomatic setting says something decently passive-aggressive about how at least Obi-Wan acts more like how an Omega should. Then a battle breaks out for some reason, and... well. Anakin and Obi-Wan cause such a scandal by keeping score of kills in a battle, don’t you know?

Turns out sending Anakin to fight Ventress is great because she keeps expecting him to react a certain way but NO he's here to STAB.

I like the idea that Obi-Wan's favorite opponent these days is Grievous because the cyborg doesn't have a nose, and thus gives zero fucks about dynamics or heats. Dooku is a rich old man who has opinions heavily influenced by Sith Juice Making Him More of a Dick, and the Dathomiri can smell dynamics even if they don't have them, and so they have biases about those things. Meanwhile, Grievous is just there to Kill, and Obi-Wan genuinely appreciates the lack of commentary on his dynamic.

Dooku’s probably an alpha, or a beta who's used the whole "we are more level-headed" thing as one of several angles to keep himself the public face and supreme commander of the CIS.

On to more fluffy things that have less to do with political biases.

There's a lot of "I'm upset that my loved ones don't know me," but also please understand the appeal of Obi-Wan marching up to Quinlan like "Yes, hello, I understand you've been read in on the full situation behind myself and my former padawan. I was close friends with your alternate universe self, which I feel is necessary disclosure before I propose the following: Would you like to join me for my upcoming heat, as I have minimal experience with the dynamics situation and even fewer people I actually trust, and I believe I can put my faith in you to treat it as casually as necessary while still having control and respect for my person."

(The Team is in a fairly safe place to process stuff, but having sudden unexpected changes to your biology has gotta be a little traumatizing, on top of ending up in a universe where none of your friends know you and people have a whole host of unfamiliar forms of sexism to point at you.)

Obi-Wan, who wasn't quite touch-averse but was much more easily overwhelmed by physical contact than Anakin (who craved it), suddenly finds his body switching gears and insisting on cuddles with Trusted Loved Ones, which is.... mostly Anakin, on account of nobody else really knowing him yet. Also Ahsoka, who is aware that she's something of a replacement for her alt-universe self, but Anakin explained it as "I love you so much no matter which dimension I'm in or what you're like, and I'd like to get to know you the way I got know her."

(It's rather eloquent for Anakin. He got Obi-Wan to help him draft up the script for when he pitched taking on omegaverse Ahsoka as a padawan.)

Anakin gets a more intensely sexual heat than 'usual' at one point for Reasons (IDK it could be as innocuous as 'we got better food than the usual rations and my body is reacting to the higher fat content with the belief that it's safer to have a baby now'), which nobody takes a whole lot of notice of because they're in a WAR, and also this is only his fourth one so it's not like he's got a lot to compare it to... except then the predominantly alpha clones can't stop themselves from reacting to the pheromones, mostly by wandering past his door and asking if he needs anything, offering up alpha-scented blankets and stuff for the nest to soothe the hormones, bringing snacks and electrolyte drinks, and like, Anakin is flattered, really, but fuck off please.

(He got a warning from medical a few hours before it hit that it would be different, so he actually does have alpha-scented fabrics to help him out. Apparently that's a thing you can just ask friends for, so he asked Rex if he had anything on hand that he could spare. He now has one of Rex’s recently-used sheets and a bodyglove in the nest.)

(Anakin has no idea how to feel about the nesting instinct, but at least it’s warm.)

Tia asked "Oh hey, who has the scared and horny reaction to his carnage?" and like.

Listen. I'm not saying I've been low-key imagining this as Rex being a very subby alpha who's really into Anakin's whole Thing but...

At one point Anakin gets injured in a way that requires painkillers and he ends up whining to the point of almost crying about the fact that nobody is cuddling him right now in medbay and Kix just gives up and comms Ahsoka to come hug her weird older brother.

And Then There Is Purring.

That’s a Thing Now.

Rex ends up in the pile somehow. He came over to check on Things and ended up yanked in by half-asleep, half-high Anakin, who has a grip like an octopus and no impulse control and is purring like a pod motor while NUZZLING HIM.

There’s a lot of blackmail photos featuring Rex’s very intense blush as he’s cuddled by his commander (giggling at him) and general (clinging like a tooka and rubbing himself all over).

Anakin is deeply offended that ANYONE thinks he'd want to get pregnant by just any old person, NO he needs to fall in LOVE there needs to be EMOTIONAL DRAMA and if Padme won't have him (apparently she's in a relationship and no he's not BITTER) then he'll find someone else to have a whirlwind romance with!

People think Anakin's a slut because he can't control his pheromone production (he has NO practice and for health reasons he can't go on suppressants) so he always smells open and ready for flirtations, which Obi-Wan also has to a somewhat lesser degree (he's older so his body just naturally produces less), and then someone tries to cross a boundary and grabs his ass and ANYWAY Anakin has to now fill out an incident report for breaking a civilian's arm.

Again.

[kimnjss]

"feels good, tiny?” | kth

⤑  series: kinda hot

⤑ pairing: campus flirt!taehyung x sweet girl!reader

⤑ genre: smut.

⤑ rating: explicit

⤑ word count: 1.7K // unedited.

⤑ warnings: cursing, subtle dirty talk, fingering, oral sex (m. receiving), unprotected sex, squirting, slight size kink, deep throat, riding, multiple orgasms, scratching... drooling and mentions of spit, cock warming, cum inside.

⤑ A/N: this is long overdo... nd i highkey forgot abt it that why. buut this happens like after she sends him that picture that was actually meant for him ., so yeah - enjoy !! let me know what you think x

you're making such a mess. drool and precum pooling around the corners of your mouth. sharp nails digging into the skin of his thighs as the head of his cock brushes against the back of your mouth. it drives him insane how nicely he slides down your tight little throat. jaw straining to take all of them, but even still you're only able to swallow about half. lips wrapped song around his shaft.

a breathy groan falls from his lips as your teary eyes lift to look at him. mascara smudged down your cheeks and hair knotted from the grip he held in your hair. you looked so sexy when he had first entered your house. although, the way you looked now was a whole different level of sexy.

but when he first walked in, you had been laid sprawled out on your bed. nothing but that flimsy set of lace covering the best parts of you. he could see your hard nipples peeking through the fabric as well as the wet patch staining between your legs. he was climbing on the bed without a second thought, his hand slotting itself between your legs.

you moaned so pretty when his fingers began to rub against your slit, further spreading your wetness over your underwear. he about loses it when your lip latch onto his earlobe, tongue gliding over the edge of it. whispering in the most sultry voice he's ever heard from you. “please, let me suck you off,”

and that's how you've ended up right where you're are now.

with a hand wrapped around his base, taehyung is pulling his cock from your throat. strings of saliva connecting him to your lips. you greedily take to filling your lungs with oxygen, chest heaving up and down. his dark eyes zero in on how swollen your lips are and he can't help but tap his cock on them.

once and then twice, continuously lifting and dropping his dick on your face. amazed with his length compared to your face. the little kitten licks you swipe against the underside of him has a shiver running down his spine. his cock rests from your chin to just above your forehead, his head reaching to tangle in your hair. he's heavy against your face, salty on your tongue.

slowly being lowered until your mouth is meeting the velvety skin on his balls. he doesn't need to tell you what he wants next. easily sucking both of them in as your hand lifts to cover his shaft. “baby, fuck.” he groans, head tilting back as you jerk him. holding his weight on his hands planted behind him, he watches you over his nose through hooded eyes.

he spots the way your hand slides down the front of your body, fingers dipping underneath the waistband of your panties. your hips grind into your palm, moving in time with your hand on him. thumb swiveling over the tip of it, forcing a low grunt from the back of his throat. the soft moans that leave your lips tickle his skin, adding to the pleasure your mouth and hands are already giving him. it's no surprise when he's feeling the cave in his stomach, cock twitching in your palm.

he's whining, both hands reaching to push his hair back as the warmth of your mouth engulfs his cock again. taking your time with pushing his cock down your throat. and then you're swallowing, sending a shock of arousal throughout his body. “holy fuck...” you hallow your cheeks, the suction of your lips filling the room and causing him to shoot up.

large hands gripping your hair at the root, holding your head steady as he fucks his hips forward. slowly, experimentally at first, but then he's quickly losing himself in the warmth of your mouth. the wetness that drips around him, big watery eyes staring at him as your nails scrape against the skin of his thighs.

“swallow it all for me. okay, princess?” that's as much warning you get before thick spurts of cum are trickling down your throat, paired with a low grunt from him. tae's holding your head in place, hooded eyes watching the faint bulge in your throat that can only be caused by his cock. he pulls back only when you start to gargle around him, filling your mouth with the rest of his seed before his wet cock falls from your lips completely.

he forces his eyes to keep from shutting just so he can watch the greedy way you push his misplaced cum into your mouth. licking your lips and fingers clean like you've just finished a five-course meal. a lazy grin spreads across his features when you flash him your empty mouth.

there's only a bit of an ache in your legs as you rise from your knees, but you ignore it as you move to straddle his waist. half-hard cock nudging against the apex of your thighs when you lean forward to press your hands into his chest. “don't fall asleep on me,” your lips are inches from his ear but he can hear your pout.

soft tongue pushing out to glide over the edge of it as your fingers brush over his erect nipples. he was far from tired, just needed a few moments to catch his breath. even still, he was never the type to leave you hanging. especially, after you just quite literally sucked the soul out of him. you deserved a little something in return.

the movement of his fingers is slow, but it's not long before he's fitting his hand underneath the fabric of your panties. two fingers effortlessly sliding past your walls. you hadn't noticed it before, but in the midst of getting him off and the half-assed way you were fingering yourself, you managed a baby orgasm. he could tell with the way your walls quivered around his fingers with each thrust.

much whinier in the way you call out his name, legs flinching when he presses his thumb into your clit. “sensitive,” he notes, then ignores his only words by pushing into you with much more force. pace fast enough to rock your body, arousal dripping out around his fingers. long fingers reaching deep inside of you and pressing into your gspot with each thrust.

you're cumming with a broken cry, nails digging into the skin. though, your vision's blurry, you can still see the mischievous glint in his eyes. the deliberate way he moves his fingers inside of you and just as you're putting two and two together, his hand is gripping your waist, keeping you from running from his fingers.

it's a loud scream of his name that punctuates the stream that rips through your body, soaking his lower stomach and dripping onto his pubic bone. little black dots spot your vision, a new wetness surrounding your eyes.

but that doesn't stop you from pushing your fingers into his hair, hips desperately grinding against his. “more, more.” you pant. can only imagine how pathetic you look in front of him. messy hair, smudged makeup, face, and body damp with a mixture of cum, sweat, and tears... begging to be fucked.

he thinks you look and sound hot. the quick way his cock stiffens against being an indicator of that. with his eyes glued to your features, taehyung makes a mental note on the way you look as he pushes his cock into you. saving it among his many favorites when it comes to you.

“ride me,” delirious enough that you're moving with a second thought, would most likely follow him over the edge of a cliff if he asked. hips rolling and bouncing on his as your nails carve thin lines into his skin. “fuck. your pussy just swallows me right up.” the comment has a wave of pride washing over you, working harder to prove him right.

one hand lays lazily on your hip, but you're doing most of the work. sat up on your knees to make it easier to swivel your hips. angling yourself so each thrust has his sensitive head hitting against your even more sensitive inner.

he finds it amusing. the spaced-out look on your face as you use him. soft moans filling the air, arm lifted to keep your hair from falling in your face. you're barely focused on him, eyes fluttering and teeth cutting into your lower lip. “feels good, tiny?” proving him right with the way you startle at the sound of his voice. dark eyes working to focus on him again. “so good, tae.” he can feel your pussy clenching around him, the tremble of your thighs. he's snaking his hand around your hips up the length of your back, applying enough pressure until your chest is falling onto his. the cry you let out landing against his neck as he lifts his hips up.

taking control to fuck into you roughly, holding your body in place with a thick arm around your back. he moves his cock mercilessly, driving the both of you to completion within minutes. you're first, of course, walls spasming around him as incoherent sentences leave your lips. something along the lines of how much you love him and how good he was to you. nothing new.

he only gets faster and more determined after that, bringing himself to release with the help of the sloppy kisses you land on his neck and the untimed push of your hips. filling you to the brim with his cum and holding it there, not bothering to pull out as he'd usually rush to do with the intention of helping you clean off.

not since he was finding out just how much you liked when he took his time. letting his cock go soft deep inside of you, the mixture of both of your arousal warming your core. taehyung is easily flipping your bodies around, slipping deeper inside of you with the movement.

the prettiest smile he's ever seen in his life is on your lips and he can't help but lean down to kiss it. you're giggling against his mouth, arms lifting to wrap around his neck while your legs do the same around his waist.

“i love you,” a double confession and neither of you are sure who spoke first. not like it truly mattered. the three words didn't seem like enough to cover how you both felt. how you've always felt, so you're going in for another kiss.

[five-rivers]

@lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks came up with this op!Danny/Marvel AU!

BTW I need help naming this newest proof that I can't keep anything to a short little one-shot.

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Loki was not, and never had been, a good man. For that matter, whether or not he’d ever been a good boy was debatable. His mother would argue that he had, but she would very likely be the only one. Well, except for Thor, perhaps, but that was because he was an idiot who could drown in three inches of nostalgia. Like he didn’t remember every time Loki had humiliated him. Maybe he didn’t, for all that he kept falling for the same trick over and over again.

It made Loki’s late nights studying the arts of illusion, misdirection, and lying seem redundant. Almost. Not everyone was as dense as his big brother.

No. Loki had never been a good man. He had, however, been a free man.

Free to run or hide. Free to explore the nooks and crannies of Asgard, to uncover her secrets in ways few cared to do. Free to walk hidden paths between the Nine Realms and even farther flung territories, where his people did not and had never ruled, to play games, make deals, have adventures, take risks. To be. To exist as his own creature.

He had been free. He had.

But on one of those little secret excursions, he had discovered something that had made even his flippant, slippery heart clench with fear. A ravening plague, spreading across the stars. The death of half of everything on the horizon.

Loki was not a good man. What cause did he have to care for all the sundry others in the universe? There were too many. It was too much to ask.

But Asgard—His home, even though the had long ago realized the blood in his veins originated on very different soil. That was different.

Asgard, he could help. Asgard could survive.

But it had to be strong. It had to have strong allies. None of this barely-held peace, this enemy eternally at their gates. It needed strong leadership. Not his brother’s simplistic view and longing for the glory of war.

Loki was not a good man. But he was one who could get things done.

Before he knew it, he had burned all his bridges behind him. In one case, a literal bridge that was literally broken.

And he fell.

And he fell.

And he fell right into the hands of the one he had feared enough to do this. Broken enough for poison to drip into the cracks. No one knew where he was, no one could know where he was, except, perhaps, Heimdal, and Loki sincerely doubted Heimdal cared. No one was coming for him. No one was looking for him. No rescue was forthcoming.

He was alone.

Asgardians were considered gods for a reason. Their bodies and minds were much more resilient than the average mortal’s. But Thanos’s people had been titans, and there was a reason for that, too.

Thanos enjoyed breaking him.

And Loki turned his lies on himself. A skilled master of games always had one gifted opponent, even alone. Hadn’t he wanted to rule? To command? To see a world, any world, prostrate at his feet? To be given the recognition and praise of which he was so worth?

To pull something, anything, out of the fire?

(If he had spent less time learning how to spin lies and more on how to see the truth, he might not have believed it. A better, wiser, man would have. But Loki was not a good man. And he was very skilled in his craft.)

So, his new master put a weapon in his hands, and he went off to conquer a world.

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Danny was used to rude awakenings. He was used to those rude awakenings being full body chills and ghosts, not someone knocking on his door.

Blearily, he pulled himself out from under the blankets. Quasi-military government facility or not, the beds were comfortable. Maybe Mom or Dad had gotten themselves locked out of their room? Or Jazz—No, not Jazz, she hadn’t come with them. She was at college, not being flown places by Mom and Dad’s suspiciously generous new consulting job.

At least it wasn’t the GIW.

He stood on tiptoe (curse his perpetually short body) to peer out the peephole. His parents’ buff, one-eyed, and incredibly imposing new boss stood in front of the door, hands on his hips, slightly sweeping back his long dark coat. If Danny listened carefully, he could hear two other people near the door, and… was that an alarm? Yes. Faint, but present, was a warning klaxon.

Okay. Danny would bet his right arm that something had gone horribly wrong with whatever his parents were consulting on. Didn’t explain why the boss was in front of his door.

Unless they’d gotten the rooms mixed up, somehow?

Ugh. Danny wasn’t paid enough to deal with this.

He opened the door. “What-?”

“Phantom,” intoned eyepatch guy with great solemnity.

Danny immediately tried to close the door. The guy stuck his foot in the jamb, and, sure, Danny could have crushed it, but that would be a jerk move. He didn’t think this guy was going for a pirate look, after all.

“We need your help.”

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“I’m not sure what you think I can help you with,” yelled Danny over the beating of the helicopter blades. He’d remained stubbornly in human form. “My parents are the scientists. This sounds like a science thing. Not a punching-people thing.”

“We spoke to them earlier,” said Fury, “and we have plenty of scientists working on the theories they brought up. You’re the one with practical experience.”

“Practical experience in what?”

“Interdimensional portals,” said the woman, who had yet to introduce herself.

As if this whole thing wasn’t already giving him a bad feeling. “My parents built an interdimensional portal. Again, you should be talking to them. They’re the ones you’re paying.”

“We could pay you, too,” said Fury, “but we assumed you would want to avoid letting your parents know about this, as you’re still a minor and they have control of your bank accounts.”

Danny stared flatly. “This is blackmail.”

“We aren’t threatening you,” pointed out the woman.

“Emotional blackmail,” said Danny, glaring, daring her to challenge him on whether or not he actually knew what blackmail was.

In the meantime, the helicopter landed. Danny unbuckled and hopped out, trailing slightly awkwardly behind Fury and the woman. He didn’t want to stand out, but he suspected that, being the only kid here and being in the general vicinity of Fury, who radiated authority, that was a lost cause.

“This is Agent Coulson. Coulson, this is Phantom.”

Danny’s mouth went dry(er) at how casual the introduction was. His eyes went nervously to all the other people running around the field. With all the noise, it was unlikely anyone had heard, but still…

“Can you not? Secret identity and all? Unless you’ve told everyone herealready, which, rude.”

Fury sighed. “How bad is it?” he asked Coulson.

“We’re not sure,” said Coulson. “That’s the problem. Big fan of your work, by the way,” he added as an aside to Danny. He glanced at the woman. “Agent Hill.”

“Background?” asked Fury as he led the way into the building.

“The first energy surge was four hours ago. Dr. Selvig’s equipment picked it up – He’s the head scientist on this project.”

“Dr. Selvig isn’t authorized to test,” said Fury. “We wanted to run his plans by the Fentons.”

“He wasn’t testing. He wasn’t even in the room. He called it ‘spontaneous advancement.’”

“It turned itself on?”

“What are the energy levels?” asked Fury before Hill’s question could be answered.

“Climbing,” said Coulson.

“Mr. Fenton,” said Fury, “any comments?”

“Look, I don’t even know what this thing that you built looks like or what it’s a door to.” Danny frowned as a thought occurred to him. “You’re not expecting me to fight whatever comes out of it, are you? Because, unless you’ve got a ghost portal down there, I can’t make guarantees.”

“It’s called the Tesseract,” said Coulson. “It’s supposed to be a connection to the other side of space. A source of unlimited energy. At least,” there was a note of humor in his voice despite the evacuation taking place around them, “that’s what the scientists say.”

“A door to space?” asked Danny, firmly shoving down his excitement at the prospect. “Like, a Stargate?” It was no good, he could practically feel himself sparkling. He took a firm grip of his core and reminded himself he might need to fight before the end of the day.

“Well, no,” said Coulson. “It’s this little… cube… thing.” He made a shape with his hands.

“Oh,” said Danny, mind still whirring. “You know, if it’s really a tesseract, it isn’t a cube in just three dimensions, so bigger things could come out of it than you’d think.” He’d seen some weird portals in the Ghost Zone.

“Well, right now, we’re just getting energy.” They entered a large room with an extremely sci-fi setup. It looked like they were planning to shoot some kind of laser across the room onto a platform surrounded by strange-looking panels. There were men with guns scattered around in what was probably a well thought out formation Danny couldn’t see. There was also a dude with a bow sitting up in the rafters. He frowned down at Danny as he noticed Danny noticing him.

“Dr. Selvig!”

“Director!”

“What do we know?”

Danny allowed himself to be distracted by the centerpiece of the room, a piece of machinery built around what was indeed a little cube thing. He tilted his head and approached, trying to get a better view of it around the people in lab coats and protective gear currently swarming it. He caught mention of radiation a grimaced.

It was unlikely to kill him, but, really, everyone here should probably be wearing more PPE. You never knew what was going to come out of an interdimensional portal, after all. Except trouble. Trouble was a pretty safe bet.

It was pretty. Blue. Reminded him a little of a blue raspberry ice pop. Part of him wanted to lick it. Which was stupid. He didn’t want to wind up half what-ever-lived-on-the-other-side on top of his regular ghost nonsense.

“Mr. Fenton?”

Danny jumped and turned, refocusing on the adults, who had multiplied while he’d been daydreaming. The guy with the bow had joined them.

“Mr. Fenton? Like the Doctors Fenton I spoke to earlier?” asked Selvig.

“Yeah, it’s—”

This, of course, was when everything decided to explode. Sort of.

The blue cube shot out a beam of energy that had more than a little in common with the Fenton Bazooka’s portal setting. The beam terminated on the platform, a portal rapidly forming.

Danny slid into a fighting stance, and barely even noticed as blue energy washed over the room, throwing many less-prepared people back.

Something shaped like a man stepped through the portal.

Danny did not break his stance. Still. “An alien,” he whispered, eyes wide. If they were friendly, maybe they’d answer his questions about space. If they weren’t friendly, maybe they’d answer his questions about space after Danny beat them up.

(Danny did not go ghost. Did not even think about going ghost. There were too many people here, and the space was too open.)

Fury attempted to negotiate. Danny approved. Not everything that came through an interdimensional portal was necessarily evil.

Except this guy apparently was. Go figure. He could also deflect bullets and was very good with throwing knives, which led to Danny having to pull several of the gun guys out of their own line of fire as well as the alien’s line of knife. Who would have thought an alien’s weapon of choice would be throwing knives? The energy-blasting spear was much more in line with his expectations.

The bow guy proved to be more competent than the gun guys. This didn’t really surprise Danny. Bow guy sort of had to be competent. Otherwise, no way would they let him go around with a bow. Like, seriously. A bow.

Even so, bow guy was fighting an alien and—

“You have heart,” said the alien, raising the spear.

Danny pushed bow guy out of the way, and his mind fuzzed out.

(The human part of it, anyway.)

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Loki didn’t know what a child was doing here, and he didn’t particularly care. The boy would do for a hostage, at least. He had a mission he had to fulfil, or else…

Or else.

“Please don’t,” he said turning with a shadow of his usual lazy affect, vaguely insulted that the human thought he could be sneaker that him, “I still need that.”

The human went on and on, apparently burdened with the delusion that he was on the same level as Loki.

Loki was burdened with other things. A glorious purpose. Glad tidings. Freedom. What could be better than freedom?

“A world free from what?” asked the human.

“From freedom,” said Loki, and wasn’t that what he believed, now? Wasn’t that what he’d been shown? “Freedom is life’s great lie.” He would know. He was an excellent liar. “Once you accept that, in your heart—” He batted away an arrow and tsked. “Shield me, boy,” he demanded. Had Thanos misrepresented the scepter’s powers? Or was the boy merely—

A dome of green surrounded him and the boy, thrumming with magic the likes of which he had only seen once, in a tome thrice forbidden.

“Oh,” said Loki, almost purring. “You are interesting. What are you?”

“Half human, half ghost,” replied the boy, tersely.

Loki had never heard of such a creature. No matter. He’d be sure to make good use of him.

“Grab the scientist,” he said, nodding at the balding man who had been with his brother when he’d fought the Destroyer in the desert.

Loki wanted the archer. He seemed interesting. Useful.

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Fenton was under thrall. Phantom knew what that felt like. A hundred feet under red water, trying not to drown, whispers everywhere. Pulling. Pushing. Prodding.

This was different, but the principle was the same.

Neither half of him could truly ‘fight’ the other. Fenton and Phantom were a single entity. Not two in lockstep. Even so.

Fenton grabbed onto Dr. Selvig, as ordered. Phantom made sure that was all they did.

“What are you doing, boy?” snapped Loki. “Follow me! Bring the scientist.”

And so, they followed.

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Loki breathed. Acquiring Barton had been the right choice. The boy was powerful, but, perhaps because of his unique biology, did not have Barton’s presence of mind, and couldn’t have led him to such wonderful allies.

Allies.

These weren’t truly his allies. Nor were they subjects. They were…

Loki forced himself to breathe. He just had to follow the mission. Follow the mission, let Thanos’s army through. He’d been promised this world. He would have this world.

And then he could be… His mind stuttered over the next word, and he shook his head, trying to drive out the painful buzz of Thanos’s herald and mouthpiece trying to contact him.

He looked up at the drones bustling around, all according to his will. Except the boy, who stared at him, somehow managing to be both utterly blank and challenging at the same time.

He was alone, here.

He was alone.

But what did it matter? Bad men always wound up alone, and Loki… Loki could never be a good man.

[iwadori]

Atsumu dating Kita's younger sister (their manager). That's it. That's the request. Hope you like this prompt 🤞😅

Dating your brothers teammate (Atsumu)

Part One Part Two Part Three

Word count: 1.6K

Genre: angst, fluff

ATSUMU

You and Atsumu started dating a month after Kita introduced you in your first year

You’re now in your second year and still going strong

However, no ones knows about your relationship since Atsumu said you being the manager and him being the setter it will affect the team dynamic?

You start the day off, seeing a message from your boyfriend,

‘Tsumu: Mornning babe, can’t wait to see you today!

You don’t respond, you are Atsumu have been at odds for the past few weeks as you feel like you guys should make your relationship public. Not even public per se, but you definitely feel it shouldn’t be hidden away especially with it being nearly two years of you being together.

Of course, Atsumu disagreed. He felt like at this moment you and him revealing your relationship to the team will just mess up the ‘dynamics’ or whatever that’s supposed to mean.

You get ready for school eating the breakfast your grandma made you and conversing with her and Kita before you both headed off to school together meeting Aran on the way.

You had an early morning practice and you didn’t mind it. To be honest, you love being around the team you were all a little family, you having a good relationship with all the guys.

This morning, the guys were all practicing different sorts of skills Kita was helping some of the gives with dives and receives and the rest doing other things. You were helping Osamu, Suna and Atsumu with there serves. 

Regardless of your public or private relationship status with Atsumu, you the twins and Suna were all good friends. You did have a slight inclination that Osamu and Suna knew of the relationship with you and Suna but just didn’t bring it up.

At the end of practice, the usual fan club was there waiting for the twins and the other guys to flirt and talk with them. As you are their manager, you did get some slight hate and jealousy from the other girls in your year but you didn’t pay no mind to it. 

When leaving practice, Atsumu (who usually walks with you to your class) gets stopped by a girl who seems to have something important to say so you politely step to the side (still in ear shot though.) 

“Miya-san” she said a bit nervous as her finger were shaking “I have this letter I would like for you to read.” 

He took the letter and said “Thank you, and you can just call me Atsumu” he smile at her.

“Thank you Atsumu, I hope to hear a response to you soon” she says about to walk away “Also, just to clarify you are single right?”

“Yes yes of course” he assures quickly making you annoyed “Why did you ask?”

“I assumed you were dating your manager, you seem pretty close”

“Oh her” he laughs and you already start to walk to your lesson leaving him behind “we’re just friends”

This makes the girl smile as she leaves, Atsumu turns to where you were standing shocked that you were completely vanished. He did think back to the conversation you had a week ago about your relationship status which did make him kind of sad for you since he did understand your reasoning he just wanted to you atleast wait it out till nationals is done.

He finds you at lunch, and to him it seems you don’t have a problem with him at all as you were being your usual smiley self interacting with him and all of your friends. So he assumed everything was fine (which it wasn’t of course.)

The next day at practice, when it ended the same girl came back again this time with friends and instead of approaching Atsumu they decided to approach you.

“Hi you’re the manager right?” one of them asks.

“Yup I have been for the past couple years.” you say 

“Oh and you’re definitely not dating any of the guys on the team right?”

“I don’t see why it’s any of your business, but no i’m not.” it pained you to say this but you did agree with Atsumu to say you weren’t dating to people and as much as it pained you to say this you couldn’t break your ‘agreement.’

Once the girls leave, you start to softly cry because you don’t want to have to hide your relationship anymore. Atsumu enters the corridor and sees you upset and rushes towards you, “Hey babe what’s wrong with you?” he asks 

“Nothing ‘tsumu just go back to practice” you murmur 

“No i’m not going until you tell me whats wrong?”

“it’s just that girl that confessed to you yesterday and her friends approached me about if I was dating anyone and i-”

“what did you say, he told them no right?” he interrupts

“Is that all you care about? Wether I keep our relationship secret or not ..” you say slightly raising your voice 

“Well I would appreciate if you don’t go round telling the world that you’re dating me gosh Y/N” he shouts a bit 

“I’m not even fucking doing that, I havent told a soul and that’s all because of YOU” 

You’re screaming match has alerted the team (who you didn’t notice) and they all stood around you watching before Kita steps in “Y/N are you okay??”

“yeah i’m fine bro” you say preparing to leave with tears still in your eyes “I just got into an argument with a friend” 

Before you leave the corridor you look back at Atsumu and catch all the guys attention when you say “Also Atsumu, happy anniversay ‘babe’”

“I KNEW IT!” shouts Osamu but Suna nudges him telling him to ‘read the room.’ Kita slowly approaches Atsumu and punches him in the face “I don’t care what you did but you made my sister cry so you better go fix it you dick”

Atsumu nodded and clutched his face, “Also I think it was pretty evident that you guys were dating.”

“Wait they were dating?” said Aran

You were in your room, scrolling through old pictures of you and Atsumu and looking at the presents he was going to give him for your anniversary still crying. You hear a knock on your door “Granny, I’m not hungry right now” you shout. But the door opens anyways “Granny I said I wasn-” you pause when you see a bruised Atsumu ‘Kita’ you think making yourself smile at the thought of your brother coming to your defence.

“Y/N, i’m sorry baby for trying to hide our relationship and not seeing how wrong it was until it was knocked into me... literally” he says cautiously sitting on your bed “ I’ve always wanted to be able to show off to the world but I just couldn’t cause I thought Kita would be mad and I genuinely thought it would mess up the team dynamic, however I’d rather have Kita be mad at me and the team loosing nationals if it meant getting to date you”

His words make you swoon and to add on to your fawning he whips out a wrapped up box giving it to you. When you open it, you see it’s a necklace with both your initials on it “ Happy anniversay babe, this has been one of the best years of my life.”

You silently hand him your presents, murmuring a quiet “Happy anniversary.” After seeing your presents, he gives you a big deep hug whispering mutiple thank yous and compliments into your neck making you smile.

“So does this mean we’re in a public relationship? right?” you ask making sure you were on the same page.

“Of course!” he exclaims “Also check your phone”

You look down at your phone seeing a bunch of notifications all tagging you in one post that was from Atsumu on instagram. It was 8 pictures of him and you and a caption that read *insert long romantic sappy paragraph that I’m too lazy too write since its 3 am :3* 

Your heart was overwhelmed with love for Atsumu, you spent the rest of your night cuddling and watching movies and before you went to sleep you told him you loved him.

Waking up the next morning, you thought it was all a dream to be honest. Because there was no way that Atsumu did all that right? You go downstairs and are shocked at the sight you see, Atsumu and Kita both sitting down eating breakfast together “What are you doing with my boyfr-” you stop yourself from finishing that sentence,

“Its okay Y/N you can say boyfriend, I have given your boyfriend the talk I just had to make sure that he knows that if he was ever to lay a finger on you that he would definitely get a bi-”

“Ughh nii-chan you’re being so embarrasing” you say pulling Atsumu back upstairs hearing Kita’s laughter in the backround.

You and Atsumu, stay together and it wasn’t much of a suprise when your relationship was public to the rest of the school and that girl that wanted Atsumu she ended up with Osamu anyways (it does makes sense since they do have the same face afterall.) Kita enjoys his days embarassing the both of you whenever you’re at your house. But you don’t care since you can finally show off to the world how great your boyfriend is.

Authors Notes: I don’t know if you wanted it to have angst in it but I hope you enjoy? Might make this a series so if you want anymore characters Request them and I’ll write for them too