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darklydeliciousdesires · 17 days ago

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Burn Bright White - Chapter Eleven.

I wasn't really in the mood to update, with everything I have going on, but I sucked it up for the sake of my readers. Thanks for the feedback to my beauties Diana and Lindsey <3 I'd truly love to hear from those of you who I've noticed liking the story but remaining silent so far, too. A little comment goes a long way!

Previous Chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten

Tag list - In the comments. DM to be added/removed

Words - 2,471

Warnings - 18+ content, minors DNI! Also, while I have tried to remain as true to how Niklas is in reality as I can, I have to have a little creative freedom of my own with him in this. If you don’t like it, simply scroll on by. Bitching isn’t tolerated here. At all. Remember, it’s fiction, not a documentary ;) It’s also worth mentioning that while Taissa has qualities of being quite charming at times, she is not, by any means, a good person.

“Whore.”

Maybe if he called her it enough, treated her like one as he fucked her mercilessly, he might actually believe it. He might be able to boil her down to nothing more, a toy, a fuck puppet. A whore.

Two fingers slid into her mouth, depressing her tongue as he grasped her jaw hard, railing her so furiously she drew blood from the digits upon biting down. The look in her eyes, his dark lord below. What he’d do to both only and never see that look again. It was almost a mercy when she closed them, but equally, he didn’t want her to.

“Eyes open and look at me, you filthy whore.” A slap connected with her cheek, Taissa looking back at him, sucking his fingers with a sultry groan, licking her top lip when he pulled them free of her mouth to wrap around her throat instead.

“Yeah, fuck me, my gorgeous animal.”

And by all the stars above and fires below, how he did just that. Mostly with his eyes closed, so he didn’t have to witness the way she looked at him. If there was one thing he’d grown to be unable to handle, it was when that look crept into her eyes, the one he knew his own reflected right back at her.

If Taissa was honest with herself, that is exactly why she had adopted his behaviours, too. Fucking him like he was simply a good-looking guy with a big cock attached definitely helped to re-root herself to why it had begun in the first place. Or, that’s what she told herself. While she treated him like a whore.

“Mmm, how does that feel, me making you mine?” she purred in his ear a while later, kneeling behind him, her tits pressed firm against his wide back as she slowly rutted into him with the strap on she wore. She’d asked him before if she could fuck him in such a way, and he’d always teased that one day he might let her. That day had come.

“Fuck.” That was all he could manage, his groan all grit and sin, closing his eyes tightly as he felt her well-lubricated hand tightening in a deliciously wet grip around his cock, tugging back and forth in perfect rhythm.

Her eyes delighted at the sight of his body becoming flecked with goosepimples, an indulgent groan pouring from him as he leaned back against her. Dragged talons marked his chest, circling his nipples until they stood solid and peaked, one hand slithering up to grasp his neck.

A thunderous rumble echoed his throat, his jaw tensing, thighs flexing as she slipped back and then breached him one more, his breath tremoring.

“Damn, that feels too fucking good.” he gritted as she filled him again, her hand twisting at the head of his cock viciously slowly, wetting every little sensitive nerve ending, a bonfire of bliss beginning to crackle within him. Anal play wasn’t anything new to him whatsoever, but letting a woman physically fuck him with a strap on was a first. He had to admit too, he loved it way more than he ever expected to.

“Fuck, it’s making me so wet, hearing how much you love it,” she purred, building a steady rhythm, Niklas bucking against the grasp of her hand as she squeezed a long, firm tug over his shaft.

“And I will suck every last fucking drop of it, too, once you’re done making me your bitch.”

She chuckled a little, craning her neck to kiss his throat, only just about able to reach with their height difference. “And how does it feel, being my bitch?”

A sharp snap of her hips sent fire roaring up his spine, each vertebra glowing in ember, his groan vibrating against where her hand clutched. “Do not expect me to form further speech. I... brain is fucked...you’re too good, little beast.”

His thick, rich groans continued to bathe the room in song, her hips pushing up against him with firm ruts, the cup of the dildo slipping a little, allowing the kind of pressure against her clit that took the edge away from her smouldering anticipation.

His head tipped back as bliss swathed him like the first sun of a summer dawn, her lips gliding his neck, tongue tracing the black lines of his throat tattoos. Her heart thundered against his shoulder at the control, the power of being able to render him, a man capable of such unyielding dominance, in complete submission to her.

It was simply magmatic, lightning darting through her, synapses glittering, the slick thrust of the dildo sinking a little deeper as she added speed, her hand clutching tighter on his neck. It wouldn’t take long.

Every breath became laboured as she poured it into him, the pleasure that lit him up like a grid experiencing a power surge, her hand working him faster, that slick sound of her grip pumping his cock filling the room, lewd and indulgent. Everything became edged in fire and honey as he panted hard, every muscle within him tensing and twitching as she drove his ascension with scorching finesse. A slight rotation of her hips sent stars skittering through him, his eyes closing tightly, groaning torridly.

“Yes, that’s it, my gorgeous animal. Fall apart on this cock.” she encouraged, feeling his back heave against her chest. It burned a blaze of deep groans as he gritted cusses, fucking against the slippery clasp of her hand as she pumped waves of bliss through him, his cock spilling thick and hot over her fingers.

She’d completely shattered him, Taissa kissing his neck, wringing the last few pulses of cum from his cock before her hands glided over his sweat slicked chest. “You took that very, very well.” Easing from him, she unbuckled the strap on harness, casting it onto the floor, Niklas turning to push her onto her back as he crawled between her legs, yanking her closer. From the look in his eyes, she knew exactly what she’d receive. He’d ruin her completely, and as usual, she would thrive upon it.

His lips scorched a path over her body, meeting her aqueous folds with a long, flat lick of thirst, a grunt welling in his throat. He gorged himself on the honey of her cunt, relentless, little rushes of bliss darting up her spine. Each lick warmed her veins, sizzled right to her bones, the tip of his tongue fluttering softly over her clit, evoking sweet cries as her nails dragged his scar-tattered arms.

The pleasure flowed like a raging river, Taissa clutching his head, hollering as he ate her keenly, his bright blue stare meeting her gaze, smiling while flicking his tongue against the hard swell of her clit. It was truly a feast for his eyes, watching her break apart against his mouth. His lips wrapped her bud in a hungry suck, cheeks hollowing, long lashes casting sumptuous shadows as his eyes closed.

He made ecstasy swell right down to the very root of her, straight to the marrow, bliss tipped and glimmering through every nerve ending. Choking little sobs out, her hands fisted at the covers she writhed against, panting and mewling in response of what his tremendous mouth evoked. Her belly shook as the currents scorched through her, Niklas grasping her slender hips and pushing her down, tongue twirling around her opening before breaching, groaning as she flooded his mouth.

“How’d you want to cum, little beast? On my tongue, or my cock?”

Oh, if only it was physically possible to experience both at the same time. “On your cock.” she requested, stroking his face, one last, long lick of chilling heat dragging over her bud before he kissed his way back up her body, pushing within the wet velvet grasp of her cunt with a deep grunt.

Dewy wetness hugged him as he cut through her plush warmth with a determined thrust, filling her completely as she kissed the groan from his mouth, her nails grazing his beard and neck as he retreated again, her walls pulsing.

He dragged her slow, deep and hard, his body blanketing hers completely, caging her against the mattress, just how she liked him to. He imposed his greater size upon her, dominating her with his body, gently grasping her jaw and holding her gaze, the intensity of his eyes making her tummy flutter.

He wanted to call her a worthless, dirty whore, but he couldn’t. “My beautiful little beast.” he panted, the intimacy of the moment, for all its filthy sin, utterly staggering. Nuzzling her, he offered kisses steeped in slow, dirty heat, enjoying the taste of her mouth, his cock slippery with the soaking bliss of her twitching walls. Each thrust evoked lightning to gently flicker, like the lazy beginnings of an autumn storm, the energy in the air the same.

Her soft little cries of pleasure filled the room, split around his thickness as her cunt glimmered with sparkling pleasure, twitching around him as the warmth built and spread. He muttered cusses through each heavy pant, her body arching into his as her hands ran down his arms, his own sliding beneath her back as he dipped his head to suck her nipples.

He had her nerves singing a symphony only heard by his body, the fluttering around his thick cock as it spread her again and again spurring the pace on, moving to sit back on his heels as his hands gripped her thighs, holding them down against the bed as he sank into her heat voraciously. A roar of pleasure ascended, the storm now raging, lightning striking all around as she felt herself becoming lost in the thick atmosphere, the heat consuming, spurred by him, the catalyst of her ultimate undoing.

Any chance of longevity was abandoned to chasing the ultimate lightning strike, their moans filling the room in an erotic symphony, bodies shunting together with furious fervour. The booms of thunder rolled, the moment approaching before it was upon them, his bolt lighting her sky, cock spurting into her plentifully as she clenched on him greedily.

Dreamy bliss settled around them like a morning mist in the wake of it, Niklas practically collapsing down atop her, his breaths blasting against her chest until they both became still, his cock remaining snugly inside her. Eventually he slipped from her, turning onto his back, taking her with him in a strong embrace, stroking her back as he lay and felt his thoughts charge uncomfortably.

With everything within him, he wanted to get up, dress and leave without word, his brain a jumbled mess of discomfort over how he knew he felt. It was, as always, at odds with what felt peaceful, everything sharp within softened by the moment.

By her.

It didn’t matter what they attempted, every moment, every interaction, every time he was inside her, it only drew them closer.

Try as they might to the contrary, the door had been opened, and upon the other side lay everything not meant for them. Yet there they were, right in the middle of it, that door ever inching to closing again, trapping them in a world neither truly understood in a healthy way. Unless they actually let themselves. It would have been easy for anyone else but them.

Her hand stroked his chest idly, Niklas covering it with his own before playing with her fingers, pressing a kiss atop her head.

“I love you."

He meant it, too, those three previously empty words now lacking exactly that, Taissa moving, looking down on him with a curious smile. Stroking his face, she nuzzled him, kissing him softly. “You don’t have to say it back. In fact, don’t. Tell me you hate me instead; it’ll get my cock hard again.”

Snorting on her laugh, she rested her head against his shoulder, shaking as she chuckled before smiling down at him again. Her eyes were so soft, her lips capturing his with a happy hum.

“I hate you.” she whispered, thumb stroking his cheek, more kisses exchanged.

There it was, the expiration date of her game, her cue to abandon him.

She couldn’t move.

Her brain could scream triumph that she’d won all it liked, but her heart sang an entirely different song, one she did not believe she was capable of with anyone other than a select few. With Niklas, though, it now knew the melody, could play it without thinking, and that was what kept her there against his chest for the rest of the afternoon.

Eventually, the need to pee combined with the realisation she did indeed have to get moving drove her to her feet, taking her clothes with her en route to the bathroom. A quick shower later and she emerged, finding Niklas in the lounge area, fully dressed and waiting for her.

“Are you still coming to mine later once you’re done?” Of course, it was a Friday evening, one of her busiest for dealing to the willing throngs of Tampere who sought out the substances she purveyed.

She nodded, finger combing her damp hair. “I am. I’ll be with you at about 2am.” Seeing him to the door, she pulled it open, pausing for a moment before pulling him into her embrace, sharing a long, deep kiss. She drank him in, held him tightly, breathing in his smell before looking up at him.

Her eyes were so earnest and full, glittering as she stroked the sides of his neck. “I hate you.”

He laughed, smiling a little. “I hate you too, little beast. See you later.”

Closing the door behind him, she felt her heart drop, swallowing hard before setting about her task in hand. With the property doubling as an Airbnb, she had few possessions littering the space, packing up everything she had bought down from Helsinki with her, taking all of her ornaments and artwork to the large, lockable cupboard within the lounge and storing them all away.

Little food was to be found within the fridge, but she took that and her alcohol with her, stripping the sheets from the bed, stuffing those into a hold all bag, too. With her apartment clear, she called the woman who oversaw the key exchange and cleaning for her, advising rentals would be going ahead again as of the following Friday, before exiting and locking the door behind her.

She didn’t look back once on her drive out of the city, her heart thundering, fingers flexing around the steering wheel before she sharply turned off, parking up at the side of the road.

It was indecision that kept her there longer than she should have remained, ambivalence washing over her in ceaseless waves. Closing her eyes, all she saw was him.

#niklas kvarforth #niklas kvarforth fanfiction #shining band #shining #black metal #metal guys

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shioritsumi · 6 months ago

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I'm on a roll so how about more on Shang Qingshui (and maybe some concepts on Mobei-jun, or someone who looks suspiciously like him ;D)

-Shang Qingshui being related to Airplane is the most hilarious thing bc once he arrives in the modern world and finds PIDW he absolutely HATES it. The realization that the COUSIN of his new life wrote it, wrote how HE got killed by demons after being forced into the life of a double agent-he'd kill Airplane if he hadn't already randomly died from a freak computer accident.

-Qingshui was that asshole cousin to Airplane, but it had nothing to do with PIDW when they were kids. At that point the story hadn't been written, except in Qingshui's previous life, and he figured if it was good enough to get him Tianyu's friendship he didn't need to change his approach. Airplane wasn't his biggest fan growing up, but when his parents divorced he leaned on Qingshui more often not. If you need someone to bitch and complain to, even contribute to it over your situation, he's there. PLUS, sometimes Tianyu might be there too and he could count on him to be more traditionally supportive. (Tianyu might also roast him sometimes, but he was always good at aftercare, so to speak.)

-Shang Qingshui did his solid best to avoid reading PIDW, even as Shen Tianyu referred to his younger brother as being obsessed with it. ("I bought him some weird-ass uhhhh expensive figure of some busty demon guy for his birthday. Don't tell me I'm being weird, Miaoyu bought him a goddamn body pillow and he was overjoyed." "Your brother is a grown-ass man, A-yu....and what do you mean busty GUY? Don't shrug at me, what do you MEAN?") He narrowed that down to two people from his previous life, but it had to be a coincidence, right? He almost threw his tablet out the window of their office building once he found the series and realized it's LITERALLY THE STORY OF HIS PAST LIFE. HIS DEATH IS EVEN IN HERE. WHO WROTE THIS SHIT, WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR HIS SUFFERING AND THEN MAKING BANK OFF MERCHANDISING IT?!

....oh it's his cousin. His aunt wouldn't...terribly maim him for injuring her son, would she?

-Mo Tuxuan is the CEO of a rival company, bearing a striking resemblance to Mobei-jun, and causing Shang Qingshui to automatically avoid him. This has, unfortunately, caused him to stand out in Tuxuan's head and now he's becoming very preoccupied with the business accounts manager. He's even asked Qingshui's bosses what would be necessary to transfer him to his own company. Shen Tianyu isn't sure if he's seeing a rival CEO attempt to poach a successful employee, or a dumbass attempt to court another dumbass.

-if Mo Tuxuan isn't literally Mobei-jun, he's the closest thing in real life to him. And if he is Mobei-jun....he's adjusted very well to modern life. He's drawn to Shang Qinghua all over again, but he isn't sure why. He doesn't even know it's Shang Qinghua, it's Shang Qingshui-a man who's good at his job, and has a suitably sharp tongue and a firm spine to stand up to even people several ranks above him and an ambitious mind. He could use a man like that. How he'd use him is uncertain, but Tuxuan could definitely....use him.

-Mo Tuxuan asking Bingge for advice on catching a businessman and Bingge being confused bc he didn't "catch" or "seduce" Tianyu. Unless you count the way he literally had to catch a drunk Tianyu that first night they met bc he was sloshed. And most of the overt romantic moves were made by Tianyu afterwards. (Bingge may have had a hundred wives, but he's not sure on how to seduce men and Tianyu is.) Tuxuan is a little disappointed. "I was hoping you could help; you and Manager Shen seem so close." "....we live together, that's logical."

And Shen Tianyu is STILL uncertain if Tuxuan is trying to poach or seduce Qingshui. He's not going to help either of them out, he's just enjoying the show.

#svsss au

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hellfiremunsonn · 2 years ago

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(im in my mid twenties but this is a little tmi and embarrassing so I dont want it linked to my account)

So. I have slightly uneven boobs, no big deal some people do. I've always been slightly insecure and a guy once said "its just a handful but thats ok" and then next sentence make comments about how they aren't even and how I must pad my bra (bro hadn't even taken my bra off and I was like ok we're done).

My best friend got her nipples pierced and I told her I dont think I could because my nippers aren't pronounced all the time like hers. I showed her snd she only said "oh weird I thought everyone had nips like mine". We went on no big deal. I have thought about it since, cause I never thought someone's nipples were out when not hard? And like her nips weren't hard they became more pronounced after they were hard if that makes sense?? I was just like yeah I doubt I could get those piercings and moved on but I realized ok we dont all have the same nipples (I never really thought about it before)

Started kissing a guy recently. We hadn't really gotten into it, but he moved my top (i had on one of those tops with a bra built in cause if I can avoid a bra I will). He stopped and then legit made fun of my boobs. Because my nipples were flat? Like imagine a barbie, just round chest area no nipple. It isnt inverted you can see it. Its just...flat? If im cold or aroused my nip gets hard? Which is normal?? But i guess I am not normal?? Anyways this guy said a ton of shit, even offering to get me a boob job and a bbl?

Anyways this guy really fucked with my confidence and I was just like ok I either need to know if this is normal or not. My chest.. Or like, do all guys act like this cause the only other time a guy has seen me without a top we were definitely aroused and no comments were made. Like, I feel like a guy making fun of the person he's about to hook up with is in bad taste. I feel most guys wouldn't, at least the fictional characters I like wouldn't, but is this like a normal thing guys do or is he just a dick cause this is the second guy who has made comments so

Okay first of all men literally ain’t shit.

I know your friend didn’t mean any harm by those comments she made but that’s still a bummy thing to hear.

I HAVE UNEVEN BOOBS

And my nipples are never out unless I’m cold. They don’t get hard when I’m aroused either so they’re usually just like in that “soft puffy” state.

No two boobs are 100% symmetrical unless they’re “fake” I’m pretty sure so having uneven boobs is soooo normal I promise.

My left boob has always been bigger than my right. When I gained a bunch of weight it was still noticeable, and even now that I’ve lost all the weight cause of my meds, my boobs are still uneven!

They’re also no longer firm or perky because of this so thems bitches are a little saggy, and honestly I’ve never had someone say such off handed comments about them. My nipples literally basically point downward to the floor.

I have a short torso and a big ribcage so although my boobs are DD’s they look 10x bigger because I don’t have enough chest/torso space to even it out so they look extra massive and I hate it! It doesn’t help that I’m short either so I’m just this small bitch with big titties and I’m like pls I just wanted like a full B cup. BUT I WORK WITH WHAT I GOT.

Some people have two different sized boobs and one will be an entire cup size different!

AND A HANDFUL OF TIT IS STILL TIT SO THE MEN YOURE HANGING OUT WITH ARE JUST FUCKING TRASH.

(Like if u have a nipple, I’m putting it in my mouth I don’t care what size titties u got)

I’m pretty insecure about my boobs as well! But the way I’ve had sexual partners react to them has definitely helped because most men don’t care.

Idk where I intended on going with all of this but basically long story short, is that you don’t have to be insecure about them! Or feel SO insecure about them? We all have insecurities and stuff we don’t love about ourselves but everything about us makes us exactly that. US.

I’m sorry you’ve had people make comments like that, that’s a shitty thing to hear.

Here’s a picture of me where you can see the size difference to hopefully make u feel a little bit better.

I GOT SAGGY TITTIES AND A FLAT ASS BUT IM STILL OUT HERE GETTING BITCHES

(I yell into the void as if I’m actually getting bitches)

#hellfiremunsonn asks #tw weight #brief talk of weight gain and loss

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ocean-blue-whump · 2 years ago

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Night Out

Shorter update, but building up to something bigger!

Heist Team Masterlist

Tagging @painful-pooch @winedark-whump @justplainwhump @thingsthatgowhumpinthenight - let me know if you want to be added/removed!

CW: alcohol, drugging + kidnapping

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Scipio turns his head, nodding to acknowledge the woman who just sat down next to him at the bar. “Oh, they got you too?”

Ace shoots him a glare as she shows the bartender her license and orders a drink. “I hate your accent,” she grumbles, playing with a piece of her hair.

Scipio laughs and downs the rest of his beer. “Awh. Still young enough that the bartender asks for your ID. So I have to ask, who pushed you over the edge?” For the past week, Penn has been keeping all seven members of the team cooped up in an apartment while he and Jude went over building diagrams and other things. Seven people, seven strangers in one apartment… “It was Penn for me,” Scipio says. “He obviously doesn’t think very highly of me. I don’t really know why, but…”

“Fuckin’ Markham snores.” Ace takes her martini from the bartender and turns to face Scipio. “Since he and I are sharing the couch, I haven’t slept well all week. And do you think there’s something off with Hollis?”

Scipio frowns and orders another beer. “What do you mean?”

Ace shrugs, taking a small sip of her drink. “Well, you’re in a room with him so you’d know better than me. He just seems off.”

Scipio’s been holed up in a room with Darien and Hollis for the week. Penn and Jude have the other bedroom. “Yeah. To be fair, all us fuckers are a little off, no? Darien is bloody terrified of Penn. Jude also seems to not be a fan of yours truly, which obviously means she has poor taste.”

“You think…very highly of yourself.” Ace smirks and leans forward, her black hair spilling across her shoulders. She’s pretty, Scipio can’t deny that, but she’s definitely not Scipio’s type. She’s got an air to her, like she’s good and she knows it, like she came from money. She keeps her back perfectly straight while she sips at her martini. “You know what? Fuck it.” She raises her glass towards him, a smile on her face. “Let’s get drunk and let’s make some bad, bad decisions together.”

Scipio takes his beer from the bartender and gently clinks his stein against her stem glass. “Cheers, love.”

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As it turns out, Ace can drink him under the table. They both stumble out onto the street, Ace laughing. Scipio groans and holds his head, his mouth sour with the taste of beer. “Ace, babe, you didn’t tell me…” He leans over, stumbling across the pavement. “You didn’t tell me you could hold your liquor.”

She laughs again and turns her head to the sky, shrugging on her sports jacket and a pair of leather gloves. “Don’t be such a bitch, Scipio.”

Scipio flops down on the curb, taking a deep breath. “Oh, love, I’ve no idea where we are right now.”

“Eh, they’re not gonna miss us much.” Ace sits down next to him. “It’s the Penn and Jude show over there. Probably still holed up in their room planning shit without us. You know, I could have done a job this week. Could have made some money.”

“Like you need it,” Scipio mumbles. He’s not completely trashed, but his filter is gone.

Ace opens her mouth to respond, but out of nowhere, a huge, muscular man dressed in all black and wearing a hood runs up behind her. He yanks her up off the curb, easily holding the drunk woman in place while he holds a cloth to her mouth.

Scipio doesn’t stick around to watch Ace fight. He pulls himself to his feet, staggering around before taking off in an unsteady run.

He doesn’t make it far. The man is on him in no time, grabbing him from behind and lifting his legs clean off the ground.

Scipio tries to fight it, tries to squirm around in his drunken state, but it’s no use. The cloth is pressed and held firm against his mouth and he has no choice other than to pass out in the man’s arms.

#heist team #ace #scipio #alcohol tw #blue's words

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sonotpattismith · 17 days ago

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it's britney, bitch

pairing: choso kamo x reader word count: 10.6k inspired by: oops!… I did it again by britney spears content: fluff, friend zoning, friends to lovers, car accident, a lil corny, a lil angsty, choso being my baby girl princess, suggestive content, 18+

“Can’t you just sleep with him or something!”

Everyday you came closer and closer to making an abrupt u-turn on your decision to become a teacher. Inhaling deeply to collect your thoughts before you smacked the teenage boy in front of you, you blinked slowly at him, a clear sign that you were losing your patience. Your students knew it too, evident in the way they slowly inched away from you.

“First of all,” You gritted through your teeth, but you were still unable to hold back the amused smile that crept up your lips at the fear in Itadori’s face upon seeing your temper flare. “That is so unbelievably inappropriate for you to say.”

At once, the pink haired boy was bowing apologetically at you, submissively waving his hands out in front of him as if it would grant him your mercy. “Secondly, you’re being mean. He just wants to spend time with you.”

“Easy for you to say,” Kugisaki scoffed, kicking at Itadori to stop his groveling. “You’re not the one who has a six foot curse following your friends around and scaring away everyone at the mall!”

You pinched at the bridge of your nose, wondering how your lesson plan, which you’d insisted on having outside for the sake of your hyperactive students, had been bulldozed by the conversation of Yuji’s newly discovered brother. The trio seemed desperate to get any space from him, especially the younger brother in question. In truth, you felt bad for Choso Kamo— Yuji was all he had left, and being a big brother was all he knew. Still, you could understand why the group of teens were growing increasingly annoyed by the older man’s budding into all their plans. Not bad enough to sleep with him to get him off their asses, but bad nonetheless.

“They’re right, he’s definitely creepy.” Fushiguro agreed gruffly, finally turning to face you with his usual blunt expression.

“Give him a break.” You huffed, glancing back down at your book in hopes of finding a way to veer back on topic. “You did kill his only other family members, so technically this is on you guys.”

“Actually that was just Itadori and Kugisaki.” The raven-haired boy reminded. His two friends whipped their heads back at him with icy glares. It was Yuji who finally turned back to you with his hands clasped in front of him pleadingly.

“C’mon, Sensei, he’s a handsome guy. Take him out!” He begged, ignoring the way the redhead beside him scoffed at his use of handsome in describing the man. Suddenly, his brown eyes drifted behind you before settling in horror. “Oh god, he’s coming over here.”

“Stop it!” You growled lowly, peering over your shoulder to see Choso in the distance. The school had agreed to take him in with the understanding that he was being closely monitored. In truth, despite his intimidating appearance and his dubious status as a half-curse, you didn’t feel like you had much to worry about with regard to him. In his time at the school, he’d been helping out (or attempting to) with combat training for the students in Gojo’s absence. Sure, he was a little awkward, and the ever present dark circles around his eyes were kind of unsettling, and he didn’t really know how to hold a conversation that well— but he seemed nice enough. Then again, it was usually Itadori he spoke to and hung around with, so you didn’t know him that well.

Snapping your head back over to the trio before you, you huddled in closer to them with a firm expression. “Listen, Choso is only just now learning how to live as a human and not a curse. So, no, I cannot just date him. You need to lighten up on him, he did a lot for you— for all of us.”

“And I’m grateful! But I just want to be able to hang out with my friends without him lurking behind us. Please, can you at least talk to him?” Itadori pleaded, his voice dropping into a whisper as his brother drew closer. You sighed deeply, taking in the desperate look in your student’s eyes. After all, these three had been through enough as it was. A chance to just be kids again was the least you could grant them, and maybe teaching Choso some basic human boundaries wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

“I’ll do what I can, but be nice to him.” You warned, straightening your posture as you saw the tall man approaching your group out of the corner of your eye. Smiling politely at him, you took note of how his ghoulishly pale complexion seemed to glow under the sunlight. It emphasized the deep blood mark that ran across his nose, reminding you that he wasn’t entirely human despite how he appeared. You thought his change in wardrobe helped ease that villainous energy he seemed to radiate, having swapped his typical robes for mainly black attire— t-shirts, crewnecks, loose fitting bottoms. Choso seemed to prioritize mobility and practicality above all else, if he was even putting that much thought into what he was wearing at all.

“Oh, I thought class would have been over by now.” The half-curse commented, nodding kindly (albeit a little awkwardly) at you in greeting.

“We’re actually…” you trailed off, taking note of the time on your small, wrist watch before huffing in annoyance that these students had managed to monopolize the entire end of your class with this dilemma of theirs. “All done for the day, apparently.”

“Did you still want to see that worm film, Yuji?” Choso asked casually, and you couldn’t help but empathize with him and the way he was trying so hard to connect with his younger brother. The younger brother in question was having none of it though, glancing obviously at you with wide and urging eyes as if to say do something.

“Actually Choso, I was hoping to get your help on something, if you don’t mind staying back?” You babbled off the top of your head, trying to rack your brain for anything you could occupy him with. His dark eyes peered over at you, and you felt a shiver run down your spine.

Okay, maybe these kids are onto something— he is kind of freaky.

His dark brows furrowed just a fraction before he looked back over at Yuji, who seemed to be holding his breath in anticipation.

“It’s for a lesson plan I was hoping to do on blood manipulation. I thought maybe you could come in to show the kids a few things?” This seemed to peak his interest more, and you watched his shoulders fall slowly with the beginnings of acceptance. As if you needed to seal the deal anymore, you elbowed at his arm playfully, a motion that had him ever-so-slightly jerking in the opposite direction. “Gotta keep things interesting, y’know?”

“That would be so cool!” Itadori gushed dramatically, but you could see the desperation behind his eyes— he just wanted Choso to agree so his friends could go to the movies in peace tonight. The half-curse perked up a bit at his brother’s enthusiasm, and you thought you saw a ghost of a smile on his usually gently set pout. Your heart clenched guiltily at the way his eyes lit up.

“I can stay behind.” He offered, finally turning to face you with a newfound motivation. “We‘ll have to watch it another time then, Yuji.”

“You got it, bro!” The pink-haired boy cheesed enthusiastically before the trio rushed off, likely worried the man would change his mind. Your head shook silently at the eager students, and as you looked back at Choso, who was now staring expectantly at you with his usual stoic expression, you almost started to regret your decision.

The awkward tension continued to settle around you as the two of you got back to your classroom. His comically large frame was squeezed uncomfortably into one of the desks, shoulders stiff as he watched you write down discussion points for the lesson. You tried to get more of his input on what he thought would be good to include, but he seemed hesitant to participate.

“Choso, you’re kind of the expert here.” You urged teasingly, tapping your pen idly against your lesson notebook. He glanced up at you with that familiarly subtle pout on his lips.

“I don’t know if I’m the best person for this. Yuji doesn’t seem to think I’m a very good teacher.”

His explanation had your heart sinking a bit. You made a mental note to lecture your students about their treatment of the new member again.

“You can’t listen to Itadori, he’s just a kid.” You laughed softly, setting your pen down to give your full attention to the reserved man before you. Biting your lip pensively, you wondered if now would be a good time to weave some suggestions into the conversation.

“He listens to you though… pays attention.” Choso murmured, and it was clear in the distant look in his dark eyes that his mind was elsewhere. There was no malice or jealousy in his tone, just a pensiveness that set his already sharp features into a firm gaze. “You’re good at what you do. Yuji and his friends like you.”

You smiled bashfully at his unintentional compliment, but you didn’t miss the subtext in his words— but they don’t like me. Pursing your lips, you stood from your chair and walked around to lean against the desk he was occupying. You knew it didn’t have anything to do with whether he was a good teacher or not, it was his lack of understanding of how to be human and how to connect— especially given the fair age gap between him and Yuji.

“You’re not a bad teacher, Choso.” You assured with a knowing smile. His arms crossed over his chest, almost as if he was trying to make himself smaller as he sunk further into the cramped seat. “It’s not even about whether you’re a good teacher or not, you know. They’re kids, teenagers at that. You can’t just force that respect.”

As he peered up at you through his dark lashes, the vulnerability that shone through his curiosity made him appear far less intimidating. The wispy, stray bangs that fell from his buns brushed against his furrowed brows, and you fought the urge to push the offending pieces from his face. Despite the clear confusion on his face, you desperately hoped he would catch on to what you were putting down.

“You’ve gotta be cooler, Cho!” You encouraged with a light shove to his shoulder.

“Cooler?”

“Yuji’s at an age where he’s gonna want to hang out with his friends— do stupid stuff, you know? You have to let him be a kid.”

He sighed with a frustrated pout on his lips. When his dark eyes met yours again, there was a quiet desperation in them. It made your gaze soften— it made him look more human.

“I want to be there for him… like I couldn’t be for my younger brothers.”

You felt your shoulders slump in sympathy for him. There was a lingering guilt that settled in your chest for ever having thought of him as anything less than a man trying to right his wrongs in life. Then again, you weren’t sure that Choso knew who he was as a human yet either, much less how to be there for others.

“And you are. Just not in the way you think is best for him. You have to let him come to you. Don’t try to insert yourself in with all these younger kids, Cho.” You laughed half heartedly, and his lip quirked as if he was at least attempting to reciprocate, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “If you try so hard to fit in with them, he can never see you as his big brother. Big brothers bail you out of trouble, teach you how to drive… that kind of stuff means a lot to them.”

The tall man sat up in the desk suddenly, the metaphorical wheels turning in his mind. Still, there was that furrow of discouragement that formed a thin line between his brows. The blood mark across his nose scrunched up with the rest of his face in a manner that had you biting back an amused grin.

“I don’t know how to drive though.”

You had hoped to finish up your lesson plan and go grocery shopping after work that Friday afternoon, maybe curl up on the couch and watch a movie you’d already seen twenty times. So, you weren’t sure how you ended up slamming the driver’s side door of your car shut, huffing in determination as you prepared to give a makeshift driver’s ed class to the half-curse now occupying your passenger seat. Choso sat stiffly in the leather seat, hands clutched against his thighs as he watched you intently, awaiting your instruction.

“Okay, first and foremost, put your seatbelt on.” You ordered, turning to buckle yourself in as well. “When you teach Yuji, always make sure he has it on. These kids don’t fear death these days.”

As you rambled on distractedly, you caught Choso’s apprehensive figure in your peripheral. He watched you click in your buckle with furrowed brows before looking back at his own chair unassuredly. An apologetic smile settled on your lips, and you reached over him to grab his seat belt for him. He tensed as your hair brushed against his jaw, the lingering scent of your shampoo distracting him from the task at hand. Nonetheless, he tried to focus back in as you pulled the device across his chest and nodded in the direction of the buckle.

“Here, click it in here.”

You held the belt out for him, and he nodded slowly before taking it from you and clicking it into place. With a satisfied nod, you teasingly pulled on the belt to assure it was secure across his chest.

“All good to go, Captain.”

Choso questioned why he wasn’t the one in the driver’s seat, and you had to quickly remind him that you weren’t about to let him operate the thousand plus pound machinery without at least seeing someone do it first. Ever eager to learn, he was leaned over the center console most of the time, curious eyes taking in how your foot moved steadily over the pedals and your hands’ placement on the wheel.

He must have asked fifty questions about what each button and knob did— and was more amazed at the fact that he could control the temperature in the car than any of the other features. It wasn’t raining, but you turned on the wipers just to see the look on his face. It was difficult focusing on the road ahead of you when you had a grown man in your passenger seat experiencing a modern car for the first time. After seemingly having seen enough, the man leaned back into his seat with a pensive hum, eyes a bit brighter than they were when he first sat down.

“And you think this will interest Yuji?” He questioned doubtfully, as if he hadn’t spent the last fifteen minutes being thoroughly entertained by the car’s functions.

“Learning to drive is a rite of passage— freedom. He’s human, of course it’ll interest him.” You explained nonchalantly, eyes focused on the turn you were making. From your peripheral, you saw Choso’s shoulders fall, and the implication of what you said hit you at full force. “Oh, I didn’t mean—”

“I’m not sure I understand the part of me that’s human.” He confessed. With the car safely paused at a red light, you turn to look at him, only to find him looking down at his own lap as if it held all his answers. “So maybe I can’t understand Yuji.”

When he looked up at you, the look in his eyes was so determined— so sure of his revelation. It was clear he was attempting to come to terms with the fact that the path he’d chosen meant that he may never connect with his younger brother the way he so ardently hoped for, or anyone else for that matter. What you saw though, as you stared back into his chocolate eyes, was a man experiencing the very epitome of humanity; uncertainty, guilt, fear.

“Remember how cool you thought my windshield wipers were? That’s the human in you. You teaching yourself something new just so you can be a good older brother? That’s all human, Choso.” You explained firmly, watching carefully as the blood mark on his face seemed to grow darker as his nose and cheekbones flushed red, the line thinning out in a manner that was barely noticeable had you not been so close to him. You smiled fondly at his bashfulness. “I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say you’re more human than curse.”

“It doesn’t feel that way.”

“Then I’ll remind you.” You offered nonchalantly, facing forward once the light turned green. Not only that, it was clear he was getting flustered with all the sudden attention on his vulnerability. “I’ll tell you whenever I see it.” Stealing a glance at his burning cheeks, you hid your smile. It was silent for a beat as he contemplated your words.

“My face feels hot.” He finally admitted.

“That’s the human in you, Cho.”

“Right.”

The weekend came and went quicker than you hoped. Following your driving crash course turned therapy session with Choso, you both agreed to reconvene the next week so he could actually get behind the wheel. Despite your planning getting cut short, you still intended to have that lesson on blood manipulation with the students, seeing as it was difficult trying to come up with topics that would peak their interest every week. Deciding that you didn’t want to spend your afternoon cleaning blood off the walls of your classroom after the lesson, you opted to take this one outside again. So, you sat against the cool grass, looking over the haphazard notes you had taken the week prior as you awaited the students’ arrival.

When you heard the crunching of the crisp grass growing closer to you, you perked your head up with an enthusiastic smile to greet what you assumed would be the trio. Instead, you were met by the passive gaze of Choso.

You had texted him to confirm that he was still coming, something you didn’t even know he knew how to do until Yuji droned to you about the countless hours he spent trying to explain emojis to his brother. His response was a stiff ‘Yes.’, followed up by five thumbs up emojis. Despite this prior confirmation, you weren’t sure why you were still surprised to see him. You offered him an encouraging smile, patting the spot beside you in the grass.

“Try not to look too excited, Cho.” You teased as he came down unceremoniously to sit beside you. The half-curse donned a fitted black t-shirt, complemented by dark joggers and his typical boots that he evidently was so attached to. His hair was ever presently in those messy buns, bangs strewn about his forehead.

“I am excited!” He perked up suddenly, a hesitant smile gracing his lips. As the cool wind blew in his direction, he reached up to shove his bangs out of his face. “I want to be… cooler.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up in your chest at his words. There was a small part of you in the back of your mind praying that the kids actually seemed interested in the lesson today for Choso’s sake. As you watched him fight with the offending hairs in his face, you sucked your teeth in amused frustration.

“Do you want me to fix that for you?” You offered with a soft smile. He peered over at you with a questioning furrow in his brow. You jutted your chin toward his unruly buns. “Your hair— so it’s not in your face during the lesson.”

“Oh,” He muttered, slowly lowering his hands into his lap. “Okay.”

It took him by surprise when you made quick work to shift onto your knees in front of him. His dark eyes stared widely at the firm look of determination on your scrunched face as you gently worked the elastics out of his hair. The more curious part of your mind had you leaning back a bit to watch as his hair fell freely down, just barely grazing his shoulders and framing his sharp features. A gentle shiver threatened to run down your spine as he gazed up at you in fascination.

Tearing your eyes away from his, you forced yourself to turn your attention to his hair. Gripping the sturdier hair tie you had around your wrist between your teeth, you slid it off your hand as you worked to gather his chocolate locks. The half-curse felt his eyes involuntarily droop down to watch the way your lips pouted against the black hair tie that dangled from your teeth.

It was another one of those moments, Choso thought to himself, where he couldn’t for the life of him understand the very body he resided in. He couldn’t understand why he had such an urge to commit the image before him to memory, or why the gentle scraping of your nails against his scalp made him feel as though he was melting into the grass below him. A deep hum resounded, pulled from the depths of his chest as he tilted his head into your touch.

You smiled knowingly, watching as his blood-mark twitched against his nose in tandem with the flush of his cheeks.

“Your human is showing, Cho.” You teased softly. Making a point to take a bit longer than necessary in smoothing all his hair up into your hand, you allowed your nails to scrape gently up the nape of his neck, earning the not-so-subtle shiver that shook his broad shoulders.

“It feels nice.” He almost sounded as though he was attempting to defend himself, though in reality, he was coming to understand that perhaps there was more to the human side of him than he had ever anticipated. There was a blossoming desire in him to explore it, and he determined as you finished the kempt bun at the top of his head, that was just what he’d do.

When the student’s arrived, they rose a brow at the man’s new hair-do as he straightened his shoulders to face them. The sudden attention made his confidence falter a bit, but he stood up nonetheless to begin the lesson as you two had briefly gone over.

It would have been a bold-faced lie to say that Choso’s dominating presence during the lesson didn’t distract you. Maybe it was the fact that the hair that once concealed some of his chiseled face was now tied up and out of the way, you thought as his brows furrowed in determination with each demonstration. Better yet, perhaps it was more plausible to assume that a newfound confidence seemed to shape his aura as he explained the cursed technique he’d been mastering for so long. He was completely in his element, movements fluid and oozing with poise with each ripple of his biceps under the sleeves of his snug, black shirt.

The final nail in the coffin of your uncharacteristic distractibility was just seconds after he’d performed what seemed to be his pride and joy: supernova. As the fragments of crimson burst individually at a safe distance from the students, you didn’t miss the way he tilted his head back to look at you. Truthfully, he didn’t understand his own reaction either, but there was a burning in his chest. It was as if he would implode on the spot if he didn’t catch your reaction to the impressive technique. As the two of you locked eyes, and Choso took note of your parted lips and raised brows, he couldn’t suppress the smallest of prideful smiles from disrupting his once stoic expression.

There were countless, futile attempts to push down the memory of the oddly intimate moment as you watched Choso climb into the driver’s side of your car later that afternoon. It was nearly impossible though, suddenly hyperaware of the way the veins in his hands flexed as he gripped the steering wheel apprehensively. The bun you had placed his hair into had loosened in tandem with his day to day movements, stray strands of his bangs hanging around his solemn expression.

In your almost shameless staring, you missed the way he was looking expectantly at you. Snapping from your daze, you smiled as nonchalantly as you could at him, eyes fluttering around the vehicle.

“Remember step one?” You tested him with a teasing quirk of your brow.

His dark eyes drifted from yours to look around the various buttons and knobs before he perked up, reaching behind himself to tug on his seatbelt as he peered toward you for approval. With a soft laugh, you nodded and turned to pull your own belt on. As you settled back in your seat, you were caught off guard as Choso reached over and tugged firmly at the belt across your chest twice, just as you had done to him during your first lesson.

“All good to go?” He repeated your words back to you with a shy smile.

Your heart warmed at his innocence, and you couldn’t possibly find it in you to correct him. So, you only nodded with a doting smile playing at your lips, hoping that whatever Choso learned of humanity would never taint the innate kindness already everpresent in his heart.

It was both comical and positively nerve-wracking to watch the half-curse drive experimentally around the vacant parking lot. His already pale knuckles seemed impossibly whiter due to the tight grip he had on the wheel, tense shoulders barely touching the back of his seat. For the first few minutes, it was a constant back and forth between jolty excelarations forward and abrupt, harsh brakes that sent you ragdolling against the passenger seat.

After some guided trial and error, Choso had been managing some choppy, albeit better, loops around the lot for a few minutes now. From the corner or your eye, you took in his rigid posture and furrowed brows, wondering when he would relax a bit.

“You’re doing good, Cho.” You encouraged as you plugged your phone into the aux.

That familiar sensation of pride overtook him, and the corners of his lips twitched up at the sound of the nickname you had so casually assigned to him. It sounded so sweet coming from you, as if there was an unspoken bond he had with you, one unlike anything he’d ever experienced or understood before. His internal battle for understanding was cut short when an unexpected tune began blasting from the speakers, making him jolt back in surprise.

You yelped at the sudden slam on the brakes, hands flying forward to steady yourself on the dashboard lest you be tossed around anymore.

“Choso, oh my god!” You laughed despite your state of shock. His head whipped around to stare incredulously at you.

“What is that?” The half-curse urged, eyes darting frantically between you and the speakers.

“I was playing some music! I thought it would help you relax a little.”

“Make it stop.” He demanded pleadingly. “I can’t concentrate.”

“Okay, okay.” You continued to giggle softly as you paused the Britney Spears song you had chosen, watching as the sudden, exaggerated tension in his shoulders seemed to fall. “C’mon— it’s Britney, bitch!”

His brows twitched down at your explanation as he slowly began driving once again. Peering at you quickly from his peripheral, he pursed his lips at the playfully disappointed pout on your face.

“I’m sorry… bitch.”

All at once, your neck snapped toward him, jaw slack as a shocked laugh bubbled up from your chest.

“Choso! You can’t just say that to women!” You could barely get out your half-hearted scold with the force of your laughter. Hunching over in your seat, you reached out to pat his arm, a motion that had him more flustered than the pop song had just moments prior. He felt the heat creep up onto his face, once again feeling left out of something it seemed like he should have understood.

“You said it to me.” He defended.

“Yeah, but I was— it was… ugh, I have a lot more than driving to teach you, Cho.”

Later that night, as you had finally showered and settled into bed, you tried desperately to bite down your tickled smile at the texts you received from your ever-entertaining driving student.

I asked my brother what that word meant

I’m sorry

I don’t think of you that way

As your lessons progressed, you saw the way Choso’s confidence behind the wheel grew. His posture wasn’t so rigid, and he no longer gripped the steering wheel as though it might fly out the window. One thing that hadn’t changed though, was the way he would turn to you each time he was about to begin driving to tug affirmatively at your seatbelt. No matter how many times you had witnessed it already, it never failed to have you internally gushing.

With much convincing, Choso had finally agreed that he was ready to go out on a main road. For a while during this transition, he was back to his stiff-spined posture and trigger-happy brakes. This apprehension didn’t last nearly as long as it did the first time around though, and soon the half-curse was successfully completing smooth turns and semi-straight parking.

It would be a lie to say that Choso didn’t become more intriguing to you each passing day, what with his fierce loyalty and innocent curiosity. You couldn’t help but wonder, as you peered at the concentrated jut of his pink lips from your peripheral, which parts of humanity he had been spared from, and if attraction was one of them. Perhaps a bit too apprehensive to assume, there were little moments that made you question how you appeared through his eyes.

They were in the miniscule reactions; how swiftly his cheeks would flush with every passing graze of your fingers or arms, or the intense way he seemed to stare into your soul each time you were explaining something otherwise irrelevant to him, with his lips parted and his eyes starry in their exploration of your face. Then again, maybe you were simply seeing what you wanted to.

Forcing your eyes away from his statuesque side profile, your gaze fluttered about the dashboard of the car in a desparate search for something that would distract you. Landing on the radio, you stole one more glance at his calm demeanor before testing the waters and connecting your phone once again.

In an unnecessarily stealthy pursuit, your fingers snuck up to turn up the volume just a hair on the song Choso had so abruptly shut down days prior. For a moment, his grasp tightened around the wheel at the sudden noise. His eyelids fluttered rapidly for a second, glancing down at the radio before he relaxed once again. With a triumphant smile, you raised the volume to a reasonable level and settled back against your seat.

“Is… is this Britney?” He questioned, stealing a glimpse at the way your head swayed steadily to the rhythm. The contented smile on your face made him want to ditch the attention he had on the road in favor of watching your building choreography in the passenger seat. The car swerved a bit, making his eyes shoot back to the road and jolt the steering wheel straight. If you noticed, you didn’t mention it.

“You remembered.” A tickled smile lit up your face.

A subtle warmth settled in his chest at the approval in your tone. For a few moments, he allowed the rhythm of the upbeat song to fill the air around him, trying to understand why you seemed so engrossed in it. After a while though, you caught the way his head began to bump subtly to the song. The sight had your heart melting for a moment, the way he was so worried about not being human enough, yet so blissfully unaware of just how alike he was to those he felt so alientated from.

“Chooo,” You sang teasingly, leaning in closer to him and not missing the way his lips twitched up at the nickname as they always did. He hummed in question, sparing you a quick glance as if it would scald him to stare at you a second too long. “Your human is showing.”

This seemed to fluster him a hint. A swift puff of air blew through his nose as he smiled halfheartedly at you before looking back at the road.

“I think it always is when I’m with you.” Choso didn’t seem to pay any mind to the implications of his little confession, staring off at the road before him with that same, easy grin on his face. It hit you with the force of a hundred punches to the gut though. The smile on your face slowly faded in favor of a softer gaze, feeling as though your heart might soar up your throat and out your parted lips. Upon noticing your sudden silence, the man in the driver’s seat glanced at you in question, an insecure expression overtaking his face upon seeing your solemn face. “Did I say something wrong again?”

You quickly shook your head, blinking back the mistiness that almost fogged up your gaze.

“No,” You reassured, smiling warmly at him as he spared you another apprehensive glance. “You didn’t say anything wrong, Cho.”

You tried— you tried so hard not to let your thoughts wander too far each time his unintentionally tender words replayed in your head over and over and over again. Choso didn’t understand what he was saying— that’s what you told yourself so as to stop the way your face seemed to flush each time you thought of him. On the other hand, the fact that he didn’t know what he was saying somehow made it all the more real to you. No, because if he didn’t know what he was talking about— he was responding solely to what he was feeling.

Still, despite how much the signs were all pointing there, you couldn’t bring yourself to act on it. A part of you felt as though you would be taking advantage of his lack of experience. Choso was still learning about the intricacies of humanity, of his body, and his feelings. Even so, you were drawn to him like a moth to a flame, and you compromised with yourself that friendship was innocent enough.

Friendship was innocent, was what you repeated to yourself as his contact seemed to light up your phone more and more with each passing day. The way you couldn’t suppress your smile each time was innocent, even if your thoughts were anything but whenever you happened to pass by when he was training with the students. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him though, so you allowed your breath to be taken away every time his fiercely determined eyes would find yours from across the field. The sweat would drip from his brow, and he’d wipe at it haphazardly before raising his hand to offer a cheerful wave.

The bun you’d put his hair in hours prior, something he always sheepishly stood at the door of your classroom to ask of you since that first time, made his strong features stand out freely in the sun. His jaw was definite, his eyes piercing despite the warmth they always seemed to hold just for you, and his arms bulged and god— you couldn’t possibly keep your thoughts innocent forever. Innocence was a notion lost on you with each dream you’d have of those veiny hands of his discovering just how enticing humanity could be as his fingers dig into your thighs.

You’d wake each time feeling more guilty than flustered, because his name was lighting up your phone again and his messages were innocent.

Cho: I keep hearing that song in my head

Despite the weight of sin that sat in your chest, you still smiled from ear to ear, brows furrowed in curiosity as you responded to him to ask what song he was talking about.

Cho: Britney

Cho: the one from the car

A boisterous laugh bubbled up in your chest at the thought of this strapping man having a Britney Spears song stuck in his head, of all things. The devil on your shoulder also whispered in your ear that this meant he was thinking about you, but you brushed it off just as you did the heat between your legs that you had woken up with. With a few rushed taps to your screen, you sent him the link to the music video for the song he was talking about.

You must have forgotten how easy it was to amaze someone so new to the human world, so you weren’t expecting his gobsmacked reaction. Your phone nearly buzzed off the nightstand as you tried to sneak in a few more minutes of sleep. It would have been an absolute crime in your book to not see this type of excitement up close and personal, and later that day you two huddled at your desk, having to repeatedly push Choso’s face away from the laptop as Britney Spears’ iconic Oops… I Did it Again music video lit up the screen.

“I should’ve known,” You mused as he begrudgingly sat back in the chair he’d pulled up beside you. “Every straight teenage boy’s first crush was Britney Spears.”

This made him finally tear his eyes away from the music video to look at you with that confused expression that he seems to have perfected. Rolling your eyes playfully, you waved a hand at the screen.

“You know, everyone thinks she’s really pretty— that’s what having a crush is.” You explained halfheartedly, not wanting to miss the monologue that had always been your favorite part of the song. Beside you, you heard Choso hum thoughtfully.

“I think I have a crush on you then,” He stated so simply that you couldn’t bear to face him right away. Surely your face had painted itself a red as bright as the latex suit Britney was wearing in the video. “But I guess she’s pretty, too.”

You swallowed thickly, hoping to ignore his comment all together for the sake of your own sanity. As the seconds ticked by, feeling as though time was moving through molasses to catch up, you saw him glancing at you from your peripheral. After the fourth look over, you spared him a questioning look, amusement almost outweighing your bashfulness.

“Do you have a crush on me?” The question, despite being so juvenile in nature, overdramatized gossip you’d hear at a high school cafeteria table, his eyes held such sincerity that it nearly made you break your resolve, because you did. You did have the biggest, most out of proportion, high-school crush on Choso, more so than you’d ever had when you were actually in high school. Perhaps it was doing him a disservice to not be upfront with him, but you didn’t trust yourself to deal level-headedly with the consequences should you answer him truthfully.

“You can’t just ask people that, Choso.” You attempted a light-hearted laugh, hoping he couldn’t see the lingering flush on your cheeks.

“Why not?”

“Well,” You racked your brain for an appropriate answer, but the way his dark eyes scoured your face made it difficult to focus. “People ask stuff like that when they want to date you— you know, be in a relationship.”

“And you don’t want to date me?”

“Choso, it’s—”

“Humans don’t date curses?” There was no malice in his voice. Instead, it sounded as though he’d come to a groundbreaking discovery himself, but it didn’t stop your heart from breaking nonetheless. Ditching the music video that had auto-played on your screen, you took one of Choso’s hands into your own.

“We’re friends, Cho.” You explained softly, watching the way he blinked slowly at you before glancing down at your small hand, and he liked the way his enveloped it wholly. “Aren’t you okay being my friend?”

The half-curse nodded solemnly, but there was something in the way you phrased it that made his stomach churn uncertainly. There was a finality in your tone that made him question if he really was okay with it. It felt as though he’d hit a roadblock on his journey to self discovery, one that he felt you and you alone could clear if he could ever figure out what the hell it was that he was supposed to be asking for. The fact was that he didn’t know though.

So, Choso agreed to whatever you would give him, because anything was better than nothing at all. You continued sending him songs, and he continued listening to them while thinking of the way you’d sing them in the passenger seat each time. He didn’t understand why no matter how much he saw you, it burned deep in his chest each time you’d leave.

The interaction didn’t leave you anymore clear headed either, your imagination running wild with the possibility of allowing yourself this one thing. Each time, you flicked the little devil off your shoulder, more determined with every passing day to snap out of this infatuation for a man who was in no position to be in a relationship. With every wandering thought that was squandered in your mind, Choso was waking up in a cold sweat with feelings he wasn’t sure why he was so hesitant to ask you about.

You had tried everything— journaling, pros and cons lists, looking at yourself in the mirror and telling your flushed reflection to snap out of it, but they all seemed to be in vain. Once even the students started to catch onto the frequent togetherness and wandering glances, you knew it was time to seriously kick this thing. You weren’t sure how much longer you could handle Yuji’s not so subtle hinting at his brother, which always went straight over the half-curse’s head, of course.

That’s why when one of the sorcerer’s you’d always see in passing, stopping by the school before and after his infrequent missions, asked to take you to dinner, you agreed. You nodded with a feigned bashfulness and ignored the way his eyes seemed to linger a little too long on an area of your body a little too far from your eyes to be considered an accident.

After all, there weren’t a lot of men your age around campus, so perhaps you had just forgotten what it was like to be paid such attention to by an attractive guy. Maybe all you needed was someone to remind you that there were other fish in the sea.

That, of course, didn’t stop the twisting in your heart when Choso’s name appeared on your phone that afternoon just before you stepped into the shower to get ready.

Cho: Can we go driving today?

Cho: maybe we can go to that bakery you always point out but never stop at

Cho: I promise I know how to park now!!!

Smiling wistfully at his enthusiasm, you chewed on your bottom lip as your thumbs hovered over the keyboard. In the contemplation of your response, you couldn’t think of anywhere else you’d rather be than in the passenger seat with Choso, driving with no real destination in mind. Shaking those thoughts from your traitorous mind, you quickly typed up a response before laying the phone face down on the counter, not brave enough to wait for his response.

I can’t tonight, Cho, I have a date.

Of all the possibilities you had panned out in your mind as you got ready, anxiety brewing with every churn in your stomach of how this night might go, none of your guesses ended like this. None of your mock scenarios involved the very man you had been working so hard to forget standing outside your room, fist raised with a prepared knock.

“Choso?” You questioned breathlessly, watching as he slowly lowered his arm and took in your appearance.

You certainly looked a lot different than you normally did while at work, which is usually when he’d see you. Your hair was down and styled sleekly as opposed to the messy updo you typically kept it in. Choso couldn’t put his finger on just what it was, but he knew there was a more distinct pop around your eyes that nearly made him weak in the knees. Your lips were shining, your perfume was making his head spin, and it wasn’t for him. All the attention you always gave him, your patience and your kindness, but he didn’t feel he could ever possibly be satisfied if this part of you wasn’t for him too.

“You… you look really pretty.” Despite his sweet words, his voice sounded almost disappointed, but he didn’t give you a chance to question him before he continued. “Why can’t we have a date instead?”

The deep breath you took in was calculated as you looked down at your feet, unable to look him in the eyes because Jesus— he was making this hard. You composed yourself before looking back up at his hopeful eyes. Forcing a small smile, you gave his shoulder a half-hearted punch.

“You really want to try that bakery, huh?”

“No, I don’t care about the bakery.” His blunt response almost made you laugh while his dark brows furrowed in determination. “Yuji told me if I don’t want you to go on this date that I should tell you.”

Closing your eyes in frustration, you made a mental note to add that to the list of things you needed to scold your problem-child student about.

“Choso, Yuji’s just a kid. He doesn’t—”

“But I don’t. I don’t want you to go on this date. It makes me sick to my stomach just thinking about it. I can’t tell you why because I don’t understand it either, but I don’t want you to go, okay?”

Your protests died in your throat. Shifting from one leg to the other, you wrapped your arms around yourself, suddenly insecure about all the effort you’d put into your appearance tonight. Peering back up at him through your lashes, you pursed your lips.

“Can I be honest with you?” You asked quietly, and he quickly nodded. “I don’t want me to go on this date either.”

The ecstatic grin that broke out across his face almost made all your wasted makeup efforts feel worth it. At once, your resolve had crumbled once again at the hands of Choso’s innocent sincerity.

“So we can go on a date instead? I can drive us to the bakery.”

“This isn’t a date, Cho.” You quickly reminded him with a defeated smile, placing your keys in his awaiting hands. “And you just said you didn’t care about the bakery.”

“That was before I knew you’d be going with me.”

You were sure he’d be the death of you, but you were too blissed out to care. The windows in the car were rolled down, wind bursting through and ruining your done up hair, leaving you to resort back to your trusty updo. Choso’s cheeks would fall off soon, you swore as you glanced over at the smile that hadn’t left his face since he’d gotten into the car. With a shake of your head, you willed yourself to look away, biting down your own smile.

A familiar opening beat spilled from the speakers, and you gasped dramatically.

“It’s our song, Cho!” You shouted, reaching over to turn the volume up on Oops… I Did It Again, which had arguably become his favorite of all the songs you had introduced him to.

Our song— the term had the same tingling effect on him as your nickname for him did, and the way you turned your entire body to face him when he was talking to you. It made him feel closer to you, like he had a little slice of you that no one else would ever see. Maybe that was why this song was his favorite— because it was one that you could never resist shouting out the lyrics to, and he hoped that you would always allow him the privilege of these little solo performances.

“Do the lines with me— I know you know them!” You quickly demanded with a pointed stare in his direction before getting into character. It made his cheeks flush, because he did know the lines, every last one of them.

“Britney, before you go, there's something I want you to have.” His theatrics weren’t quite on par with yours, but you’d let it slide because his shy tone was so endearing.

“Oh, it's beautiful, but wait a minute, isn't this?”

“Yes, it is.” You bit back a delighted laugh at his eagerness each time it was his turn.

“But I thought the old lady dropped it into the ocean in the end?”

“Well baby, I went down and got it for you.” He tore his gaze away from the road to recite it to you with a knowing smile. Leaning toward him dramatically, you clutched onto his bicep as you gushed out the final line.

“Aww, you shouldn't have.”

Choso wished he could have laughed with you at the conclusion of your dramatic reenactment, but you were holding onto him in a way that you never had before, and he could no longer tell if that look in your eyes was part of the performance or not. Heaving out a breath, his eyes dipped down to your unusually glittering lips, and suddenly he knew what you meant all those times you told him he was more human than curse. The feeling he was acting on wasn’t one he’d ever come to know in his countless years living as a curse— this was instinctual and new and so human.

Still, he wouldn’t know just what those human instincts of his would guide him to do, because his attention had been on you for too long, and he sped right past the stop sign that neither of you were paying mind to. It just took one blink of his eyes, and the passenger seat of the car was getting rammed into, and the grip you had around his arm tightened before falling all together.

Choso was yelling out your name, though neither of you could hear it over the sound of your car screeching across the road. After what seemed like ages, it came to a shrieking halt, and he suddenly wished that you had gone on that date after all, because he was calling your name, and you weren’t responding to him. He could barely see you past the airbag, but he still clutched at your hand as if it would pull you from whatever slumber the impact had placed on you.

Blood had always been his saving grace, his weapon, and his pride, but all he felt as he stared back at the way yours began seeping out was raw fear.

Wrenching the belt off of himself by snapping it at the base, Choso yanked the driver’s side door open before stumbling out. There was blood dripping from a cut in his forehead, but he couldn’t concentrate enough to stop it. His vision almost seemed to blur as he reached through the shattered window in an attempt to pull you out. People had pulled over at the scene, yelling at him to not move you until an ambulance came.

He didn’t understand what they were saying, and he couldn’t understand why he couldn’t just reach in and pull you from the mess he’d put you in. Just moments ago, the half-curse could swear that finding his humanity was the most incredible thing he’d ever done. That idealization was fleeting now, because humanity was what made him take his eyes off the road, and humanity is what might assure that you don’t leave here as unscathed as he would.

Choso was quickly learning a hard truth about humanity, and it was that he didn’t want to experience it without you.

He called Yuji shortly after the ambulance came, telling him he couldn’t get in with you as he was so desperately trying to do. His brother, at least, had more experience with these things and could understand the foreign jargon they were spouting at him. In the boy’s frantic, breathless translation after speaking with the doctor, he was told that you were fine, only having passed out from the air being knocked from your lungs with the impact of the airbags. Other than some gnarly bruising, minor cuts from the glass, and a broken arm thanks to the awkward position it was squished into on the passenger side that had taken the hit, you’d be fine.

Well, you certainly didn’t feel fine upon initially waking up a few hours later, but you supposed you were doing alright considering. Before you could even fully process where you were when you squinted your eyes open, rushed apologies were already slipping past Choso’s lips as his hand clutched at yours. Blinking back the stinging in your eyes, you quickly turned your head to face him, bewildered by his grief-stricken appearance.

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” He has stood up from his chair, staring down at you with those pleading, puppy-dog eyes of his. “I thought you were dead. I’m so sorry, I—”

“Cho,” You stopped him, your foggy mind finally having caught up to what had happened. Slipping your hand from his grasp, you placed a reassuring palm on his cheek. “It’s okay. You’re human, you make mistakes.” The title fell so casually from your lips, as if you had forgotten his genetic makeup all together. It sounded so sure coming from you, that he began to believe it too. Releasing a slow breath, Choso leaned into your hand before you brought it up to ruffle his loose hair affectionately. “But no more Britney in the car, okay?”

“No more Britney in the car.”

You took a week off following the accident for your bruising to heal at least, but you had been discharged from the hospital only a day after the accident. It was admittedly nice being able to laze around for a while, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss your students. Still, they made it a point to stop by every once and a while with food or treats.

You hadn’t seen Choso since your discharge, and you were beginning to worry that he was keeping his distance because of the unnecessary guilt he was carrying. He texted you every so often to ask how you were doing and was quick to respond to your messages, but you still missed his almost daily presence in your life.

It had taken you some time, but you were soon able to recall the moments just before the accident— how he had been looking at you, and how it had almost made you stop caring about your self-imposed friend-zone. Friends or not though— you just wanted him here, laughing with you and staring at you with those big, confused eyes of his that were so good at testing your patience.

And you would gladly allow them to continue doing so, you determined as they stared down at you following over a week of their absence. Choso’s towering figure hovered anxiously in your doorway, eyes grazing over your nearly healed cuts and braced arm. He tried not to let the guilt eat away at him, but it was showing all over his face, making you sigh softly. In an attempt to alleviate some of the unspoken tension, you offered a playful smile.

“You find another karaoke partner or something, Cho?” You teased, watching some of the tension fall from his shoulders at your banter. “You haven’t come to see me all week.”

“I’m sorry, I was—” He stopped himself, glancing over his shoulder at nothing in particular before looking back down at you and attempting a smile of his own. “I have something for you.”

“Choso, if this is some prank Yuji put you up to, both of your asses are getting it.” You threatened as he led you outside, his large hands covering your eyes as well as half your face.

Behind you, he smiled, not exactly sure what his ass would be getting, but you seemed assured enough about it. You bumped into his firm chest as he came to a sudden halt, and you tried to focus on anything other than the feeling of being pressed up right against him. His thin, black t-shirt was doing little to hide the chiseled architecture of his torso though, and you were just a woman after all.

Before you had much of a chance to soak in the feeling, his hands fell from your face and onto your shoulders. Squinting your eyes open for fear of what might jump out at you, you instead saw your car parked right in front of you— well, not exactly your car, but the same make and model.

“Cho, isn’t this—”

“Yes, it is.” He interrupted with a boyish excitement in his tone. Pulling the keys from his pocket, he placed the key ring on your finger.

“But how did you buy it? I mean—”

“Well, the school has been giving me stipends every month for helping out. I never really had any use for the money.” He explained, his fingers digging gently into your shoulders as he fought away an unexplainable bashfulness. “So, I went with Yuji to the shop and got it for you.”

Blinking back the tears that were burning at the corners of your eyes, you turned around to face him. His loose hair swayed softly in the breeze as he looked down at you with a shy smile, his chocolate eyes shifting anxiously between you and the car.

“You didn’t have to do this, Cho.”

“I wanted to.” He affirmed with furrowed brows. You watched the mark across his nose twitch with the reddening of his cheeks, smiling at the way his body was built to betray him. “I… I want you— to go on dates with you and to not just be friends anymore.”

“Choso,” You sighed, taking a small step away from him. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes I do.” There was a firm confidence in his tone that you had rarely heard from him, and it made your eyes widen as he took a step closer to you. “I know you make my face do that weird thing where it gets hot whenever you smile at me. I know every line to all your Britney songs because you get so happy when I sing them with you. I know it made me mad when you told me you were going on a date and it wasn’t with me. I know when we got into the accident, and you weren’t responding to me it scared me.”

Unsure of what to do, he just knew he wanted to be close to you, and he placed his hands awkwardly on your shoulders. You were staring up at him in astonishment, soaking in each gut wrenching confession.

“I might not have all the right words for it, but I know I always want to be your date. So, don’t make a decision for me because you think I don’t understand it, please.”

His plea smacked you right where it hurt. All this time you’d spent trying to remind him of his own humanity, but you wouldn’t allow him to express it the way he felt was right. It was in all his little quirks, in his innate kindness, and the warmth in his fingertips— Choso was experiencing humanity at its most beautiful, and you could no longer bring yourself to keep it from him.

Wrapping your good arm around his neck, you pulled him down to steal his first kiss from him— one he was more than willing to part with. He stood stiffly against you, all his senses lit ablaze without any guide of where to go from here— he just didn’t want it to end. So, his hands fell from your shoulders and wrapped around your middle, pulling you flush against him in the way that had felt so nice to him earlier. The abrupt tug made you gasp against his lips, your hand that clung to his neck reaching up to tangle in his hair.

A soft whine fell from his lips, and he stumbled forward, pressing you against your new car in a desperate attempt to simply swallow you whole. Your teeth were tugging at his bottom lip, and god— he didn’t know that was an option, and his head was spinning as his body seemed to react for him, hips jolting forward to pin yours against the door.

In a desperate haze, you fumbled with the key in your hands to unlock the car, reaching behind you to tug the back door open blindly. You fought against his iron grip to fall back onto the brand new seats, panting up to watch as he stared down at you with clouded eyes. Tugging on his hand, he seemed to get the message quickly, climbing clumsily on top of you before chasing your lips once again.

His scent surrounded you, trapping you within his aura without any hope of escape. Your good fist tugged as the thin fabric of his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer to you as your hips bucked up instinctively. He choked out a gasp at the feeling, and it made you pull away from him, the recollection that this was all incredibly new to him crashing back down to you.

“Cho, you okay?” You asked between pants, dodging his desperate attempts to find your lips once again. Finally opening his eyes, his irises appeared nearly pitch black from his blown out pupils.

“I want you, I want more of you.” He babbled, suddenly a man possessed. If he had known humanity could be like this, perhaps he wouldn’t have been so scared of it in the first place. Choso didn’t even know what he was asking for, he just knew it felt like he might die if he wasn’t this close to you all the time.

“Slow down there, tiger.” You laughed, trying to calm your own ragged breathing. The man hovering over you looked like he could cry, and you placed a chaste kiss to his jaw. “You haven’t even taken me on a real date yet.”

His face scrunched in confusion, and he filed this under customs he didn’t quite understand yet. Despite his confusion, he respected your wishes and halted his craven pursuit. As rational thought slowly began working its way back into his lust filled mind, he took note of the unfamiliar sensation below his belt. It was as if you could read his mind though, watching in barely disguised amusement as he glanced down at where the two of you remained connected.

“Why is my—”

“It’s the human in you, Cho.”

part two: as soft as we know

a/n: yayyy the choso fic that has been sitting in my drafts for three months

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casspurrjoybell-29 · 1 year ago

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Forging Ties - Chapter 3 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

People did try to stop them.

It wasn't malicious.

Their arguments were sensible enough.

Danya told Duran that these were busy, changing times.

That he could go, just not yet.

Not until they had a stable foundation beneath themselves and they knew what the future would look like.

Fanner wanted to heal the scars on Duran's back but he was too busy and exhausted to do it just yet.

Give him a week or two or... soon.

He would do it soon, he insisted.

Duran just needed to wait a little longer.

Hamish got his share of it, too.

Simon didn't want him to go.

Many of the mages didn't want him to, either.

They had rebuilding to do, diplomacy that would need to be taken care of that he, as one of the few humans on their side, could be useful for.

He dismissed those concerns.

There were others to build and Liam was a far better diplomat than he was.

In the end, though, their objections were just words and when Duran was getting ready to leave just a few days later, he found himself with travelling clothes and food and a sleeping bag all packed up and ready to go.

Danya and Fanner were waiting at the foot of the road that led up away from The Spire to see him off.

Fanner pulled Duran in for a hug.

He had a softness to him that had always calmed Duran somewhere deep inside.

"I'm sorry I didn't fix your back."

Duran gave him an extra squeeze before letting go.

"I didn't give you time. You'll do it when I get back."

"You'd better come back," Danya said as he gave Duran a hug of his own.

He'd never been as delicate as Fanner but he'd also never been as firm and sure of himself as he was now.

"It's dangerous out there."

"I'll have Slone and Hamish is a trained soldier. And maybe Cookie? I think that one's still undecided."

"I think she prefers to just show up when she chooses to," Fanner said.

Simon had come to see Hamish off as well, though he still seemed unhappy about it.

"When do you think you'll be back?"

"I told you, Simon. I don't know," Hamish said as he crouched to double check the contents of his bag.

"That's kind of the point. There is no schedule, just adventure."

"We need you here."

"Simon," Danya said, turning to his husband and shaking his head.

"You won't change his mind. You know that. Just tell him that you'll miss him and give him a hug."

Simon pressed his lips together and Duran was sure he would continue being obstinate but in the end he grabbed Hamish by his arm and pulled him up into a hug.

"You know I'll miss you, right?"

Hamish laughed and hugged him back.

"I know. Don't worry. I know you well enough to take you bitching at me as a form of affection."

"Ready to go?" Slone asked.

Nobody had come to see him off but he didn't seem bothered.

His comings and goings probably weren't much of an event to the people in his life anymore.

Duran shouldered his travelling pack.

"I think so."

"Fuck yes," Hamish said as he picked his bag up as well.

"Right then," Slone said, arm held out and finger pointing ahead of them.

"Onwards."

"You don't have any stuff?" Hamish asked Slone as they began the walk up the road.

"Well, normally I go as a wolf. Stuff's more trouble than it's worth. This time I got shoes."

He gave a nearby rock a firm kick to demonstrate.

"They're Yore's but he let me have 'em. Guess I didn't own any before."

"You definitely had shoes when we were in the military," Hamish pointed out.

"Ah, yeah but that was years ago. I lose track of shit or give it away. I mean, my cabin where I kept all my stuff did get burnt down, so there's that but I dunno if there were even shoes in there."

"Minimalism," Hamish said. "I can respect that."

"Ain't a bad thing to have stuff and be prepared, either," Slone said.

"Specially if you can't eat raw meat or sleep on the bare ground."

Noel was at the old house when they walked past, sitting as ever in his rocking chair, staring out into space but Cookie was nowhere in sight.

"Maybe she left before us so it wouldn't be awkward when we came by," Hamish said.

"Maybe," Duran said.

"When I was travelling with Fanner and Yore, we'd see no sign of her for hours and then she'd suddenly just be there."

"Ah, yeah, she did a bit of that before the whole humans coming over the border thing kicked off," Slone said.

"Didn't see her for days but guess she ended up finding Fanner when he needed her."

"I can kind of understand it," Duran said.

"I mean... I don't mind being around people. I don't want to sound like I hate the two of you and I'd rather be on my own if I could because that isn't the case. I guess it's just the complete opposite of being owned, right? Being accountable to absolutely nobody."

"I get that," Slone said. "I reckon there's a balance there. Freedom's great, but you go too far and it's just lonely. Gotta say, I'm looking forward to this trip. You go somewhere with other people and there's that moment where you look back at the end and go, shit, remember that thing? That was crazy. Can't do that if you were on your own."

"Yeah, I guess."

Further up the hill there were small figures hard at work.

A group of Taylors had gathered around one of the old houses and a few of them were struggling to haul bricks to a pile.

Pixies perched on tree branches and the collapsing remains of the house, watching them work.

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swftpoet · 2 years ago

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WHORE FRIEND

SYNOPSIS: Pedro, besides being a bitch, is an incredible friend, definitely a father.

WORLDS: 500

PEDRO PASCAL

— Which friend is Pedro for you?— the journalist in front of you asks, you think for a second before answering, it was easy:

“Well, you know what they say, every gay needs a slut.” Both you and Pedro laugh, but Pedro pretends to be offended. It's not true, he knows your secret and your joke.

"Who are you calling gay?"

— Me, Pedro is a slut! — You are firm with your answer. Well, there was nothing truer than his final answer.

Now everyone knew your secret, but that's okay, you'd been there for so long and everyone was being so sweet to you, your audience deserved to know the whole of you, the only thing that shook you to your foundations were the goddamn internet trolls sending you words if hate and bigotry, his little bubble was so safe and healthy that it made him forget how cruel and homophobic the world could be.

"Honey, what's wrong with you?"

Pedro arrived with a steaming cup of hot cocoa with cinnamon and marshmallows, your favorite. You sniff handing him your cell phone.

He sighs reading the messages you've received, furrowing his brows and grimacing at some.

"Enough of that. You shouldn't even read this."

“I know, it's just, well, I forgot how mean people can be."

“There is evil and good in all of us.

You deny it, not viewing him as the bad guy.

— you're not bad.

— ah, but I could go out crashing my car into one of those bastards! Just for making you feel bad.

You smiled, leaning your head on Pedro's shoulder, still drinking your chocolate.

Pedro had shown to be a friend for all hours, you had worked together on a father-daughter film, having taken the relationship off the set, his father even had a twinge of jealousy, but it was impossible not to get attached to the Chilean afterwards for all the support he gave you, plus Pedro was the best, taking you to museums, musicals, helping you train for auditions for other shows, picking you up from a party when you were too drunk to drive. Pedro Pascal didn't lie when he said that "daddy is a state of mind" he was like a father to you in the best sense.

—¡Malparidos!

"¡Nosotros vamonos mátalos!"

"¡En el! Nosotros los veremos caer."

He laughed, you had quoted an excerpt from his last film, he liked to see you speaking Spanish, especially since it was not your mother tongue.

“I have a girl to introduce you to, you know, she's 19 and she's going to work with me on a series."

"You really want to get rid of me!"

“No, I want you to love it and rub it in these internet trolls' faces that you and you have a girl."

"Thanks."

“That's what family is for."

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drabbles-mc · 8 months ago

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here it is!!! the return of my roman empire!!!!!!

the way you immediately set the tone with Mika's palpable anxiety. amazing. chef's kiss. and who could blame her???????!!!!

So much for keeping the information contained between just her and Connie. So much for keeping the DEA out of it. -> the way that all of us, and also Mika, mention any of the alphabet soup government agencies with the same emotion as timmy turner's dad talking about his neighbor

The door fell open to reveal the barrel of a Glock that Kiki had given her years ago, shining in the low light of the car. -> one of the things that Kiki and Mika have in common is that they do NOT fuck around. and i love them both for that. also anytime i see the word "glock" all i can think of is that audio snippet that says, "Glockin' into work. Strapped." and it sends me into fits of giggles every time lmao

She distinctly remembered, as she took in the scene, being afflicted with an almost inappropriate sense of relief that Rita wouldn’t have had to clean all of that up herself. -> this is SUCH a statement and testament to her character. it also makes me want to cry a little bit. but god i just feel like this one sentence really says so much about her and i love every bit of it

Or, her life. Now. -> EXCUSE ME??? HOW DARE YOU????

okay OBVIOUSLY i don't want her to turn Javi into swiss cheese but like. a graze injury after being dumb enough to sneak up on her like that??? karma. evolutionary justice. it would've been deserved but lucky for him Mika has far more restraint than me 😂😂

“But do you, Agent Peña?” / “Do I what?” / “Really matter?” -> YEEESSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!! god kay there are so many things that i can always count on you to deliver. but letting these women be absolutely EVERYTHINGGGGG is definitely something i know is like. a staple. like coffee at a diner. i know it's always gonna be there and it's always gonna be good. *chefskissjustright*

“You’re not gonna make me invoke my dead husband’s name to shame you into telling me, are you?” -> nah but she's so right for this. if i was her??? a bitch would not hesitate if it was going to get the job done.

“Not something that comes naturally?" He let her hand slid out of his almost reluctantly before crossing his arms. "You wanna explain what that’s supposed to mean, exactly?” -> javi. JAVIER. we both know what this means. your skull ain't that thick. she said it and she was RIGHT!!

i'd copy/paste the dialogue that has me eating popcorn hand over fist but that would just be this ENTIRE conversation. i love her. i love that she is firm and real and honest and angry. she's earned that tenfold!! and tbh Javi needs to hear that shit. god. we love Mika Camarena in this house.

“So, I think a better question is, do you know how fucked up it all is?” -> RAHHHHH. this was such. SUCH a perfect conclusion to what she was saying. my heart hurts for her so much in such a tangible way but this just tied it up so perfectly. I'm in awe.

She looked him up and down, sizing him up like she hadn’t gotten it right the first time and decided, in that moment, she respected him infinitely more than she had just minutes ago. -> nothing to say other than this is such a delicious little piece of description. what a sentence. i can picture it so clearly i could scream.

“It makes sense now, chain-of-command and all that, but if I’d known direct worked better than diplomacy, I would’ve started off yelling.” -> Mika really is the realest motherfucker out there and i love her for that

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. I LOVE HER. I COULD DROWN MYSELF IN THIS AU. MIKA CAMARENA MY QUEEN.

For Those That Seek the Jungle's Forgiveness | Part 2

(formerly "Gone. Like That." Catch up with -> Part 1)

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Pairing: Mika Camarena & Connie Murphy and Mika Camarena x Javi Peña

Word count: ≈ 5.2K

TWs: Canon-typical violence, major character death, grief/mourning, loss of significant other, discussion of guns

This was an argument she'd had a long time ago with men in fancy suits that held prestigious, official-sounding titles and had absolutely no intention of actually listening. Mika almost accidentally manslaughters Javi when he sneaks up on her on dark street at night, and then she proceeds to roast him for pulling some trick-ass shit, not keeping in contact with Connie while he’s been looking into Steve’s disappearance. Eventually, he accepts that Mika’s 40x smarter and wiser than him and bends the knee to the real comandante of this operation and comes one step closer to realizing he’s lowkey in love with her.

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Mika glanced at her watch. Almost exactly half past eleven. She pulled up and idled in front of Connie and Steve’s place, staring at the front steps and metal railing that led to the black, geometric, lattice work on the front door.

She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched. By who? No clue. But with every tick of her watch, she jumped, confusing it with the phantom sound of a camera snapping. She could already see what the picture might look like: her station wagon parked conspicuously in front of the building, bathed in the warm, sallow glow of the street lights.

Hand on the wheel, she leaned forward, surveying the street with an outstretched index finger before making a U-turn and parking on the other side of the street. The engine was already off by the time she noticed it in the rear view mirror, a familiar boxy silhouette, two cars back, jacked up on all four wheels, that giant hood covering the back. Shit. It was Javi’s. She’d recognize that jalopy anywhere. So much for keeping the information contained between just her and Connie. So much for keeping the DEA out of it.

Oh well, she’d just have to find a way to convince Javi to go it alone with them. That would probably take some doing. She’d have to call Laura, see if she could look after Kikito and Danny for a few more hours. She hated to be more of a burden but they couldn’t risk Javi getting a bunch of agencies involved that would only eat the clock fighting over jurisdiction, paperwork, money. Plus, Danny loved when Laura showed him all the new additions to their huge fish tank.

Still, it was strange. Didn’t Connie say on the phone that Javi went back embassy? He did live downstairs, though. He might've just stopped at home. But Connie made it sound like he’d left in a rush. Maybe he forgot to tell her something important. That’d make a lot more sense than him being home. Hell, chasing a man they didn’t know and would probably never meet, these guys always found reasons not to come home. Chasing a partner gone MIA? Fucking forget it. So sure, maybe he’d got some news. Maybe he’d booked it back in a hurry because the news was bad. Mika shook her head. No, no, don’t go there. Not yet.

Reaching over, she popped the glove box. The door fell open to reveal the barrel of a Glock that Kiki had given her years ago, shining in the low light of the car. Was she really going to walk around with this now? Was it even necessary? Of course it was. Steve was missing and this place was a war zone. She tucked it into her bag, keeping her hand inside around the grip but off the trigger just like Kiki showed her. This sense of certainty had been almost unthinkable back when he had first suggested he teach her how to use a gun.

It had been right after the DFS shot Víctor in that cafe and the Guadalajara cartel put a hit out on Roger. A vision of the Knapps’ front yard and driveway, littered with sheets of broken glass, struck her. Goosebumps erupted, traveling up the back of her neck as the memory replayed.

Kiki had been gently rubbing her back while they were watching Roger and Rita frantically jam suitcases in the trunk of their car, the same glass crunching beneath each frenzied step they took. She distinctly remembered, as she took in the scene, being afflicted with an almost inappropriate sense of relief that Rita wouldn’t have had to clean all of that up herself.

Looking from the driveway back to her, Kiki declared almost out of the blue, 'See if Clarice can watch Danny and Kikito sometime this week. I’m gonna take you to the range.’

He was startled when she’d started laughing, beside herself because the whole thing was absurd, right? Except, the look of unwelcome assurance in his eyes, an ominous forecast of what was to come, reminded her that it wasn’t. And that itself was absurd.

‘Baby, c’mon I’m serious.’ She could make out the ridge of his jaw bone under the skin, tensed to keep his voice low as he shook his head. ‘No. We can’t count on them coming after just me anymore. And I won’t leave you alone without knowing you can at least protect yourself, protect the boys. I’m tryin’ to end this, you know I can’t be with you all the time.’

She took a deep breath to quiet the anxious laughter. A flat look of resignation had passed over her face as she breathed out, ‘No, you’re right. You’re right.’

He put his arm around her and pulled her in so she could rest her head on his shoulder, lips dusting her forehead with a quick kiss.

‘No, I’m sorry. And I know, I know, I know. You don’t even have to say it, okay? As soon as I get this motherfucker Félix, we can start looking for places in San Diego. But right now, I need to know you can take care of business. I mean, look, okay?’ he threw his hand up, waving it around in the direction of the house. ‘Look– I mean, fuckin’ Roger was makin’ fuckin’ pancakes for his kids when they started shooting up the place!’

Mika mumbled something in agreement.

‘And anyway, you’ll feel better knowing you can kick some ass,’ he looked down and gave her a wink, ‘y’know, the Calexico way.’

The warmth of the smile in his voice got her to crack one too.

And the thing was, he had been right. She had felt better after that. Taking Kikito to school, baseball practice, doctor’s appointments, going for lunch with Ana and Ronnie, thinking about what guys who pulled her over - like that greaseball with the slicked back hair and sunglasses - would do if she flashed a gun when she reached for her license instead of cash. It might not have changed the outcome much. But at least they wouldn’t have been so smug, knowing she wasn’t going to make things easy for them. The naive part of her that had been stuck back in Calexico knew how insane that was. But the part of her there, in Guadalajara, had understood that’s simply how things needed to be. Such was their life.

Or, her life. Now.

And would you look at that? Steve gone, it was all hell breaking loose, all over again. Except whatever optimism she might’ve clung to back then like a deflating life raft went to the grave with Kiki. So, these days, she had no problem admitting she felt better with a gun. Kiki put it as, ‘knowing she could kick some ass.’ Today, she thought of it as more, in the likely event that she didn’t survive, she could make whoever decided to fuck with her regret choosing her to fuck with.

She steeled herself with a breath before opening the car door, then pulled the handle and swung it open. Kicking one leg out and whipping her head around to check the street, she felt like a periscope rising out of the sea, slowly standing up. Clear. Good. And with more self-assurance than she felt, she shut the car door, locked it, and made a beeline for the concrete stairs of the building entrance, fighting every step of the way not to give over to the mental image of being tracked by crosshairs, to not think about a little red dot on her back right where her heart would be.

Halfway to the other side of the street, a voice rang out from the dark behind her. “Hey stranger.”

She stopped cold, heart pounding so fiercely, she wondered if maybe she hadn’t been right about the crosshairs and this was what being shot was like. Relief nearly knocked her on her ass when, glancing down to make sure she was still in one piece, she realized there was nothing. Hand still gripping the gun in her bag, she whipped around faster than she could think, nearly clocking Javi in the jaw with the barrel. Just barely dodging the blow, his hands went up in a gesture of armistice, and froze like that in the middle of the street, laughing awkwardly.

“Oh my god, you scared the shit outta me. Enserio, cabrón? Has vuelto loco? Sneaking up behind a woman on a dark street? In one of the most dangerous cities in the world? Do you have a death wish?”

“Er, sorry. Yeah, I guess I sorta forgot living in a place as, uh–”

“Lawless? Insane as Medellin?”

”I was gonna say uh, unpredictable— but yeah, of course this isn’t really be new to you, is it? Pero,” he slowly brought one of his hands down and pushed the gun barrel to the side with his index finger to inspect it, “pues tengo que admitir que no esperaba que sí estuvieras tan preparada.”

He put his hand back up but something in looking at the gun made him drop his shoulders and relax into that familiar, annoying, Saturday-afternoon, Javier-‘The Man’-Peña posture he assumed when he was especially pleased with himself.

“What?” Mika’s eyebrows shot up. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Man, I don’t know how to tell you this exactly,” he said, scratching his forehead. “But at the risk of er— taking a bullet to the face when I do, I— well, you should probably know that, uh … well, your safety’s on.”

From the position marked with a tiny, engraved letter “S,” the safety switch mocked Mika as much as the upturned sides of Javi’s mustache. He kept his hands up as if to reassure her that she was still in control but doing a piss-poor job because he couldn’t seem to hide that shit eating smirk on his face.

“Well,” she narrowed her eyes and shrugged, trying to play it off, “maybe I’m not out to get anyone killed. Maybe I just wanna scare them. You think anyone who matters is really gonna notice?”

He cocked his head like a curious puppy, smiling even more, “I did.”

“But do you, Agent Peña?”

“Do I what?”

“Really matter?” Mika shot back, voice laden with sarcasm but enough good humor to show she didn’t mean it.

They stared at each other for a moment and the combination of the half-wounded expression on his face and the way the street lights lit it orange like a fake tan made her want to laugh.

“Ah shit,” she glanced down the barrel of the gun, tipping it slightly to the side, “that is such a Soccer Mom move. But y’wanna know what’s worse?”

A touch of curiosity came to keep Javi’s smirk company, the desire to hear her answer punctuated by his silence.

Mika shrugged. “My kids don’t even play soccer.”

Javi looked down, shoulders shaking as he tried to direct his laughter into the pavement instead of at her. It didn’t matter though because she was laughing too. Standing in the middle of the street, they dropped their hands and busted up together so synchronously, it looked almost rehearsed.

Once their little fit subsided, Javi was the first to come up for air. “So, what’s a rogue lady of the DEA wives’ club doing on an empty street in Bogotá this late at night? Besides trying to murder me with— what is–? Hold on, is that an MHS?” Javi grabbed her hand to get a better look at the piece. “Man, where’d you manage to get one of these?”

Perplexed, Mika’s eyes darted down to the gun because for all she knew about firearms, it might as well have been a potato that she was holding. “Uhhh, it was a gift from Kiki’s partner. So, I could learn how to use one. Obviously,” she rolled her eyes, “you can see how well that went.”

“Man,” he said, letting it go with such fondness, “I didn’t even know they still made those things.” Which again, made as much sense as if he were marveling at a potato she was holding. “Y’know those are one of the only kinds of Glocks they made with slide mounted safety.”

She kept switching focus from Javi to the gun, trying to figure out what was so special about it, before realizing she didn’t actually care, “Alright, nerd,” and dropped her arm at her side.

“Yeah, yeah. Well, anyway,” Javi said, back to reality, “I think you were about to explain the reasons for my brush with death?”

“What? Before you got sidetracked, being all nerdy and shit?”

“Sure, yeah.”

“Well, what? You can’t guess?” Mika looked up at Connie’s window on the second floor and then back at Javi, whistling. “Man, you boys at the DEA must be losing your touch. They’ll hire anyone these days.”

Javi rolled his eyes, “Ha ha ha” finally letting his hands drop, palms smacking his hips on the way down. “C’mon, put yourself in my position. Sure, that wild look of biblical hellfire in your eyes is gone, but you’ve still got that,” he gestured at her side, “in your hand? So, y’know– thought it best to keep the conversation light.”

“Whoops,” Mika said, chuckling and checking that the safety was still on before putting the gun back in her purse.

Glancing at the empty street around them, Mika realized this might be a good opportunity to needle Javi for more info while she had him alone. Before he could clam up in front of Connie. “So, any news about Steve? I’m guessing that’s why you came back here, and not for a night cap and a bedtime story.”

Javi regarded her, amused but not without suspicion, brows cinched as he caught his tongue between his teeth. Another mannerism of his Mika had picked up on in the few years she’d known him. Historically, she’d found it kinda cute when he wasn’t being evasive and annoying. When he was, she found herself hoping he’d slip and bite down a little too hard.

Right now, he was being evasive and annoying.

“Please, Javi. Don’t make me go there.”

”Sorry?”

She eyed him with a measure of regret, acutely aware that his foot had just hit the metal plate of the conversational trap she’d just set and the mechanical jaws were about to clamp shut. “You’re not gonna make me invoke my dead husband’s name to shame you into telling me, are you?” There they went.

His hands flew to his hips as he cocked one out to the side, face morphing from suspicious to pained and almost pleading. But still, nothing.

With that, all regret evaporated and Mika just rolled her eyes, turning on her heels and headed for the door of the apartment building. She made it to the other side of the street and up the steps but paused, fingertips on the handle, when she realized he wasn’t following her.

“Cmon Agent Peña, just tell the truth.” Turning around, she shifted the weight of her bag on her shoulder so she could grab the spare key from one of its pockets. “Look, I know it’s not something that comes naturally to you boys in blue, but just think of it as practice. You know, for when you talk to Connie.”

Javi’s eyes darted from her, to the window of Connie and Steve’s apartment on the second floor, then back at her, then back down at the ground. Weighing his options, it seemed, he stood like that for what felt like ages before rubbing his face, grumbling into his palms, “Ah, fine. Fuck it.”

Mika turned back to the door, taking a mental victory lap - gotcha - as she swung it open.

And in a few long strides over to and up the stairs, skipping every other step, Javi was slipping in the door right behind her. He followed her down the hallway, both of them walking in silence, past his apartment, up the first flight of stairs, until, when turning to climb the next flight, he was seemingly unable to contain himself. “Hey. What’d you mean back there?”

Mika kept pace about to start up the next set of stairs, paying him no mind.

He raised his voice to a kind of whisper-yell, grabbing her hand before she could get too far up the stairs, “Mika!”

She turned around and walked back down stopping a step above him.

“Not something that comes naturally?" He let her hand slid out of his almost reluctantly before crossing his arms. "You wanna explain what that’s supposed to mean, exactly?”

There was more vulnerability in this than anger, the words of a boy on the playground whose feelings were hurt because someone kicked over his sandcastle.

She almost felt sorry for him but Connie’s words, thick with tears rang in her ears. Javi left before I could ask him anything. All he said was that he thinks Steve’s alive, but that just means he’s not sure he’s dead.

And all of a sudden, the long since dormant bitterness and fury that had made its home deep in the pit of her stomach when Kiki died came back to collect. With interest. It burned in her chest so tangibly, it felt like some toxic, poisonous gas all these years had been incubating in her body for all of these years that she was about to unleash with the steady stream of a flamethrower. Poor Javi. He was in for it.

The tragic part, the part she’d feel guilty about later, was that none of this was his fault. It was some bureaucrat’s, some bored old bastard, way up the chain of command, tucked away in some embassy office, sat behind a titanic mahogany desk so expensive it could cover the down payment on her house, even though he did nothing but shuffle papers around, shake hands, kiss babies, make phone calls to grieving wives and mothers to give them that familiar speech: Why yes, everything is under control, ma’am. We’re doing all that we can, ma’am. Well hey now, there’s no reason to raise your voice, ma’am. You just need to understand these things take time. Now, please take a seat over there so I can pretend like you’re not wasting mine, ma'am.

Unfortunately for Javi, he was the one in front of her. And there was nowhere else for it to go. He’d looked like he’d taken a few on the chin in his day, but she couldn’t be sure he could bounce back from this one. Not that it mattered. This was an argument she’d had a long time ago with men in fancy suits that held prestigious, official-sounding titles and had absolutely no intention of actually listening. If a tree falls in the forest and there’s no one around to hear it, does it still make a sound?

Christ, was this going to be any different?

“Look,” Mika sighed, “Connie already told me everything you’ve shared with her.”

Looking like he was frozen in time, Javi stood there, forehead pinched in a moment of calculation. As much as he seemed unsure of what to expect, at the same time, he was aware enough not to insult her by playing completely dumb.

“And to be honest?” she continued, crossing her arms. “So far, that ‘everything’ sounds like a whole lotta nothing.”

Javi winced but managed to sputter out, “I don’t know what you’re talk—“

“Please. Don’t patronize me with all that,” Mika’s fingers came up to make air quotes, “‘What on earth could you mean?’ bullshit” and then ended the bit, dropping her hands at her hips. “Don’t you think I’ve had enough of that for a lifetime?”

Eyes wide, mouth open, Javi looked stunned, the inevitable ‘What are you talking about?’ stuck in his throat, leaving him with nothing to say or do but wait for her to elaborate.

“You wanna know what I’m talk—? Fine, fine. I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you exactly what I’m talking about.” With a clipped breath, she steadied herself. “You think you’re protecting Connie by keeping her in the dark. Gone for hours, not answering her calls, not checking in, not telling her where you’ve been, who you’ve talked to, where you’re going.”

Her eyes pinned Javi in place, right there in the middle of the stairway. Perhaps trying not buckle under the weight of decades of forfeited accountability, in an effort to cope, he shrank back trying to become one with the wall. But Mika wasn’t done.

“She’s not some precious fucking flower who’ll wilt at any mention of the truth. And she’s not an idiot. She deserves the facts and your honest assessment about well,” she waved her hands, “whatever is going on. And that includes what you think Steve’s chances are.”

“His chances?”

“Of being alive, Javi.”

His jaw tightened hard, lips pursed like he was sucking on a lemon, and he paused for a long time before launching into the same good-ole-boy schpiel she’d heard a thousand times. With Javi though, there was a well-veiled but desperate sincerity with which he delivered it that reminded her of Jaime. “With all due respect Mika, I can’t— I don’t know if you understand the moving pieces at play here. How rigged the system is. How— well, how beyond fucked up it all is.”

Mika’s head sank, chin nearly touching her chest. However sincere, it wasn’t enough.

“Y’know,” she spoke down at the ground, through a cruel, thin laugh, “I don’t bring this up often because it doesn’t make for great dinner conversation, certainly not an ice breaker. But since you’re such a man, I bet you can handle it,” and then looked back up to him with a smile that came nowhere close to her eyes. “When I arrived at the ME’s office to identify Kiki’s body, do you know what they were picking out of the gaping wounds on his head?”

The look on Javi’s face said he wasn’t touching that with a ten-foot pole. He didn’t need to.

“Chunks of rebar and wood. Along with pieces of his skull.”

A war waged in Javi’s eyes between heartbreak and indignation but he was smart enough to know that now was not the time to give voice to either.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, maybe I’m mistaken. But were you there, Agent Peña? Were you the one to survey all the wounds he had? Did you read the coroner’s report– the one with that stupid, generic outline of a body that cataloged each and every injury? Did you see how riddled his body was? With bruises? Cuts? Welts? Burns?” She shook her head like she still couldn’t believe it. “Actual holes?”

His face conveyed nothing but heartbreak now. No matter that these were all rhetorical questions, it was the right answer.

“So, I think a better question is, do you know how fucked up it all is?”

Eyes cast off to the side, Javi was quiet for a long time, rolling his tongue along the inside of his cheek, likely trying to decide what, if anything, to say, until he was reanimated by a moment of epiphany. He stood up straight, no longer resembling a shriveled barnacle, stuck to the wall. And it all came out, practically in one breath.

“Alright, alright. Fine. You want the truth? The truth is, I have no idea. I have” he threw up his hands with the frustration of a man whose luck had run out, finally folding at the poker table, “not a fucking clue who took him. Nothing. No leads. No evidence. Except my colleague’s contacts in the military haven’t caught wind of anything about a DEA being taken by Escobar’s people, so it’s probably not him and I’ve just been trying to keep things quiet so th—“

“So you don’t get him killed by spooking the kidnappers because you turned law enforcement onto a big search. That’s a song and dance I remember.”

“Right,” Javi carried on without missing a beat. “Which means I’ve got no help from the embassy, no help from my own agency, no help from the military. And I sure as fuck don’t want help from any of those shady fucks in the CIA. So yeah,” he;d been talking so fast, he was nearly gasping now, “I think— since it’s not Escobar, I think he might— well, might be—”

“Dead.”

He exhaled a defeated, “Yeeup.”

After her little speech, Mika wasn’t sure what Javi would come back with but she didn’t expect him to fold quite so easily. He was an even easier nut to crack than Jaime had been when he came to give her the news that he’d found Kiki’s car. To be fair, she did have more leverage now, what with Kiki already being dead. Everyone already got their crash course, a ‘How-To’ in ‘What-Not-To-Do’ when a DEA agent goes missing. Still, she expected more resistance, more half-truths couched in platitudes, more bullshit. But he didn’t do that to her.

She looked him up and down, sizing him up like she hadn’t gotten it right the first time and decided, in that moment, she respected him infinitely more than she had just minutes ago.

“Okay,“ she began, breaking the silence. “Besides Escobar, who else would take him? Could it be someone in the government? Maybe loyal to the cartel but, I don’t know,” she shrugged, “operating without Escobar’s say-so?”

Javi shook his head, “We have most of the financials of his operation, who takes his bribes, who’s on his payroll. Shit, half of them are bribed by us to look the other way when it’s convenient,” and looked wearily off to the side, grumbling, “The fuckin’ good guys, right.”

“Yeah, it seems like, no matter where you go, these ‘company’ men don’t have any real loyalty. I’m beginning to wonder if it’s some kind of professional code that the rest of us don’t know about.”

Mika thought of Heath and the dozens of others in the DEA, Homeland Security, Defense Department, men in the same gray suits offering the same recycled condolences and half baked apologies in the months after Kiki died. She didn’t bother to wipe the stray tear that escaped down her cheek.

Javi shoved his hands in his pockets like he didn’t know what to do with them.

“Alright,” Mika said, with a knowing smile. “Well. There. That wasn’t so hard, now was it.”

“Oh sure, yeah, real piece of cake,” he scoffed.

They were both quiet, staring at each other until Javi piped up, “Y’know actually, I hear there are some teaching positions open at that uh,” he snapped his fingers, “whatsit, the School of the Americas? Yeah, they could learn a thing or two from you. Call it Emotional Blackmail and Interrogation Techniques 101. You should look into that. Might be your calling. I hear the pay’s nothing earth shattering. But the health benefits— tsk great.”

Mika looked down at the floor, chuckling.

“Although, I gotta say, that biblical hellfire look? That is— phew,” he waved his hand in front of her face and she giggled, “that is raw talent. Can’t teach that. So alright, what's next, patrona, Ms. Inquisition? What do we do now?”

“Well,” Mika’s nose scrunched, giving way to real laughter this time which helped her to break the news gently, “for starters, you’re gonna tell Connie everything you just told me.”

Javi opened his mouth to protest, but she cut him off. “Look, if nothing in the last five minutes told you I’m not here for bullshit, maybe this will: as his wife, she deserves the truth.”

He crossed his arms again, quietly defensive.

“And as his wife, you might be able to leverage her, in case the higher ups try to play games, drag their feet on this.”

“Sorry,” he leaned forward like he didn’t hear her right, “leverage?”

“You said it yourself, you have no leads. It’s time to take this up the ladder, and there’s more than one of those, yes?”

Javi groaned.

“Look, when Kiki went missing, no one did anything at first. His boss Jaime was the only one looking. There was more traction when I got involved. But really,” she shook her head in awe, like she still couldn’t believe it, “it’s not ‘till I lost my shit on one of the deputy directors in Mexico City that things started happening.”

Get off your ass and start helping the other agents. Go find my fuckin’ husband!

“It makes sense now, chain-of-command and all that, but if I’d known direct worked better than diplomacy, I would’ve started off yelling.”

Javi raked his hands over his face.

“So now, you need to figure out which ladder to take this up to.”

“Yeah, okay,” his palms were nearly in his eye sockets now, “so when I figure that out, you want me to what—“ then dropped them from his face with a sigh. “Parade Connie, the distraught maybe-widow in front of whatever executive leadership and hope that’ll force them to act?”

“Jesus Javi, it’s not like you’re a stage parent forcing your kid do pageants.”

“Might as well be.”

“Don’t trivialize this, okay? This could work. Connie’s more than someone’s wife. She’s a person. And she’s smart. Articulate. Not only that, she’s a blonde-haired, blue-eyed nurse for god’s sake. America’s sweetheart. And frankly, she can be convincing to whatever executive leadership in a way that you can’t. I mean, let’s face it, all your police-radio jargon, letter-of-the-law, doublespeak nonsense, none of you law enforcement guys know how to properly emote.”

Javi laughed at that such fullness and depth, Mika realized that every time she’d heard him laugh before had been nothing but a pitiful shadow, a cheap imitation of the real thing. They'd known each other for a two years. How long could it have been since he'd laughed like that?

“Okay, Press Secretary Camarena. Point taken.”

“Plus, you have a trump card this time. Something Jaime and I didn’t have.”

“Oh yeah. What’s that?”

“The myth, the legend, the man himself, Kiki Camarena. Or really, the stain on the squeaky clean record of the DoD. The death of the myth, the legend, the man.”

Javi chewed on that in silence, along with the inside of his cheek.

“Believe me, that’s a level of public scrutiny they don’t ever want to see again. They’ll avoid it at all costs. Especially if the government wants to keep selling weapons to anti-communist guerrillas. Undisturbed.”

“Jesus Mika,” Javi kicked back off the wall, eyes wide with admiration, and she could practically see the lightbulb above his head, “You really have thought this whole thing through.”

She bit back the tears welling in her eyes, an inexplicable wave of self-consciousness sweeping over her, and all she could think to do was shrug. “When someone dies, like how Kiki died, you always hear people talk about the hours they spent agonizing over it. Not sleeping for weeks, months— because you can’t help it. It’s involuntary. You think about things, replay every moment, every interaction– what could I have possibly said, done differently? What didn’t I see before it was too late?”

She swiped the tears off her cheeks and swallowed hard. He looked at her, touched by the peculiar sorrow that can only accompany surrogate grief.

“Not many people get a chance to see the ‘what-ifs’ through. Me? I’ve had seven years to think about it. What I’d do differently. And now, I can use that to protect someone I love? Shit, this?” she smiled, making a gun gesture at Javi and pulling the trigger, “pschew. This is my shot.”

Javi just looked at her, dumbstruck.

“Whatever happens, god forbid, if Steve dies, however this plays out, it sure as hell won’t be because I wasted my shot.”

With that, she turned, and walked up the stairs to the second floor.

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featuring — capitano

summary — you didn't sign up for the fatui to fuck your boss, but it beats doing paperwork til dawn.

warnings — sub!reader, fuckbuddies, rough sex, cumming inside (use condoms irl!), big cock, size kink/size difference, overstimulation, slight degradation, mean! capitano, belly bulge, strength kink, mentions of spanking, usages of sir, mentions of blowjobs, office sex, reader is a part of the fatui, capitano could make enjou jealous lmao jk jk, & i lowkey think the man isn't human so his dick game is huge.

lati — got horny inspiration at 4 am bc this man makes my size kink act up so whee,,

There wasn't a time where Capitano hadn't paid a visit to your little office and not leave a lasting impression. Especially when that impression was his massive handprint on your ass.

As taboo and incredibly unprofessional as it was, you could care less if anyone were to stumble onto the sight of Capitano pounding into you hard enough to break your very expensive desk. Let them, then they can get jealous that they're not getting a dick good enough as his. Good enough was really an understatement; his cock was just the right size to satisfy your every urge and desire. Now that you'd experienced this kind of pleasure, you were sure that nothing else could ever satisfy you.

If your coworkers saw you, they'd definitely compare you to the likes of a bitch in heat, and you couldn't agree less. But is it really your fault that Capitano has such a big heavy cock that feels so damn good when it tears into you like a feral beast? You could barely even suck him off properly with how monstrously thick he was, but he'd contrived to make you swallow every drop of thick cum. Like a good fucktoy.

Sex is easy for Capitano, with his scarily tall figure and lack of hesitation in that big bulky body of his. He makes it known that he could just take you whenever he wanted and there's little you can even do about it. But the thought of him dragging you off to some secluded corner so he could fuck you stupid was so fucking hot.

Mostly because he was already doing just that right now.

"H-heh, you're pretty rough today, huh?"

"Shut up."

"O-oh.." your eyes roll back as he heaves a significantly harsh thrust, pushing his massive cock further into your oversensitive and stuffed hole. You squeal as he keeps thrusting, keeping the same deep and harsh pace. " O-okay, you've made your point.. don't be so rough."

He scoffs as you mewl from the overwhelming pleasure wracking your little body, but stops his brutish thrusts in favor of shallowly thrusting into you. You're grateful that he at least somewhat listens to your requests, even if he's still plugging you up oh so tight.

Capitano had dragged you off to some inconspicuous corner after stomping right into your office without a care for any lingering souls. Though it was well after hours, and you doubted no one would dare question why a Harbinger was entering the office. Not unless they wanted to keep their job, that is.

He's lucky that you're the only one nice (dumb) enough to stay behind and finish up any leftover paperwork. Otherwise, he'd have to deal with too many prying eyes trying to figure why he's hauling you away on his shoulder.

"Mmm..?" You let out a noise of surprise when his big hand comes to rest on your stomach and presses down. Down on the bulge that his enormous cock is making up against your stomach. You cry out as the sensation of your walls being forcibly tightened up around Capitano's cock came to be too much.

"S-sir that's..!"

"Did I say you could talk back?"

"N..no sir."

"Good." With a grunt and outstretching of his other hand, you feel your chin being clutched with a firmness that's utterly bruising. And with a strong yank, he's forcing you to look upwards and into that dark, empty mask. "Now look at me, and don't look away. Understood?"

"Yes sir.." Is your breathy response, though he doesn't return one back. Not verbally, at least.

With an experimental thrust, he seems satisfied with the garbled moan that leaves your pretty mouth, and forces you down in one swift motion. Simultaneously, you cried out with your tongue lolling out stupidly, trembling rapidly as the familiar feeling of cumming becomes all too apparent.

You came from your boss shoving his dick into your hole like some kind of whore.

It isn't until he moves that you cry even louder, choking on moans and gasps that only increase as Capitano fucks you over and over. His big hand never leaves your stomach, forcing you to tighten up even more around his huge dick. And your eyes never leave his mask, even if your neck is really starting to hurt from this angle.

You can't even begin to imagine what kind of expression he's making behind that intimidating mask of his, if he even has a face at all. But you can at least be certain that he's enjoying this quite a lot, perhaps even more than you.

"God, how're you so damn tight? So damn goodーshit, quit-" Capitano heaves as your walls clamp down on him with a vice-like grip, and your dewy eyes stare back up at him. "-Quit squeezin' me so damn tight. You like my dick that much?"

You're not even given a chance to speak before he pounds into you again, cock piercing you open over and over with no mercy whatsoever. He's just treating you like a cocksleeve, keeping you nice and full until he's satisfied. But you don't care; you love the way he makes you scream his name until your throat is raw. You love how he overpowers you with barely even a fraction of his strength.

"S.. sir, oh god. Don't hit there, fuck-" It feels so good. Everything feels so good. Your nerves feel like they're melting inside of you, and your head feels so weird, but it's oh so addictive. You've become addicted to the pleasure Capitano pumps through your small body. "-ingーs'too much sir, I'll-!"

Your orgasm hits you like a train, robbing you of any breath and words as it spasms all over your body. Mouth hung open in a near silent scream, you squirm frantically as the onslaught of pleasure becomes too much for your little body to handle. But Capitano keeps you in place, grunting as your already tight walls clamp down for the last time with all their strength.

"Shit, if you squeeze me that tightー!"

A few last thrusts that will definitely leave you limping afterwards, and Capitano cums. You all but shriek as heavy globs of thick white release inside you, quickly filling up whatever space that's left in your already stuffed hole. You feebly try to pull away, but Capitano has a death grip on you that only tightens at your movements.

And the familiar feeling of copious and thick cum dribbling between your thighs makes itself apparent. Your belly has never felt fuller than in this moment, but you're sure that there's more to come. Knowing Capitano's beastly stamina, this was just the beginning of many rounds.

You're sobbing and mewling as you come back down from your high, but Capitano doesn't even give you a moment to breathe. He's still as hard as before, his cock not softening for even a second. There's so much stamina and high libido in that bulky body of his, and it turns you on like crazy.

"We're not done yet (name). I'm not leaving until I'm completely satisfied."

"Y-yes sir..♡"

#lati thirsts #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #capitano x reader #capitano smut

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noteguk · 4 years ago

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bad attitude | jjk | m

[ ! ] this is part of the bad influence collection. You can read it as a stand-alone though!

— summary; in which Jungkook finally learns how to behave. Kind of.

— contents and warnings; pwp, smut, badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, enemies with benefits/enemies to lovers, brattysub!kook x dom!reader, actually more of a switch!kook/switch!reader, the oc is kind of a demon with teasing because payback is a bitch, bondage, edging, dirty talk, begging, oral (m receiving), female masturbation, cockwarming, unprotected sex (don’t be dumb), creampie, stuffing, Taehyung makes a cameo, terrible use of the two wolves meme I’m so sorry

— words; 7,2k

— author’s note; yes I started this with a meme and no I’m not okay. This is kind of chaotic tbh but I wanted to write something a bit more unhinged and lighthearted after all that drama from the third part of the series. This happens some time after bad reputation.

Also! Take a look at the text messages that brought them to this moment ;)

Probably one of the dumbest things that Jungkook had ever heard came from his roommate and childhood friend, Taehyung, after a few hours scrolling through Facebook with a blunt hanging from the corner of his lips. Taehyung was in the deep web equivalent of social media: entrepreneur pages, where young, overly-dressed men with obviously rented convertibles promised to teach gullible people how to become millionaires by working at home (if you only pay for their courses). Nevertheless, what started as an ironic scroll through shallow motivational quotes quickly escalated into a semi-believable, mostly high rant about the importance of controlling your inner demons, which Jungkook sadly had to endure, since he was the only person around and, therefore, his roommate's sole target.

Taehyung was high out of his mind, but it seemed as if he would be the last to get that memo: in his twisted conception, he was spilling the hottest of truths (and not the incoherent ramble that it really was). Fighting through Jungkook’s complaints and eye rolls, he simply went on and on about how the page “Alpha Billionaire 101” wasn’t really that off beat when they said that you do, in fact, have two wolves inside you — and the one you feed is the one that wins. Jungkook was basically disassociating by the point that Taehyung started drawing some graphs, looking fixedly at the two wolves on the screen of his computer (one written “success and drive” and the other one representing “failure and procrastination”) and wishing that the gods above would strike him down once and for all.

And why is that important? Well, because eventually Taehyung fell asleep and moved on with his life, only casually mentioning the other stuff he saw on that page, but his words stuck around, glued to the back of Jungkook’s head. Not because they held any sort of meaning, but because the wolf metaphor was just too stupid to forget. And that eventually caught up to Jungkook in the strangest, most unexpected of ways: with you and bondage being involved.

Now, Jungkook had two wolves inside of him: one was extremely laid back and barely cared about most things that happened, as long as he was having a good time. The second wolf was a bitter, prideful, egocentric, mean little thing that simply wouldn’t fold no matter how much the world wanted it to. And it was that second wolf that took him to that position: because Jungkook told you that he was positive, certain, a hundred percent sure that he’d never be like you and beg for something during sex.

Which made both of your wolves absolutely pissed.

“What the fuck…” he mumbled, looking up at your agile hands moving like wasps around his wrists. The room was dark, barely illuminated by the moonlight that came from the window, but that wasn’t really the reason why his pupils were so blown-out. “Where did you learn to tie knots like this?”

You smiled, giving a last pull on the ropes to make sure they would stay still. Jungkook had been elated when you finally told him that you’d be willing to try it out bondage. One thing he didn’t expect, though, was that he would be the one getting tied up. “I was in the Girl Scouts,” you told him, sitting back against his thighs.

Jungkook scoffed, tugging at the ropes. They weren’t too tight, yet they burned his skin a bit — not an unwelcome feeling, but his mind wasn’t too focused on it. He had to live up to his own words. “Of course you were in the fucking Girl Scouts.” He rolled his eyes. “So, how long is this gonna take?”

His gaze followed as your hands unclasped your bra. Jungkook, who had already been stripped down to his boxers, could barely disguise the twitching of his eyebrows when your breasts finally came into view. The bra collapsed somewhere on the floor. “Depends on how long it takes for you to say it,” you reminded him.

Jungkook shifted around, gaze following the rise and fall of your chest. His hands struggled against the ropes, aching to touch your breasts, and you could notice the frustration blossoming at the back of his throat when he spoke up. “I’m not gonna say it.”

With a pout, you leaned back in, placing your hands on his broad chest for leverage. “Then it’s probably going to take a long time.” You blinked up at him, and there was a devilish glint in your eyes that he didn’t remember seeing before. He was doomed. “Comfortable?”

“Not at all,” he complained.

The smile you gifted him made his knees weak for a second. “Perfect.” Your hands traveled to the back of his neck, fingers playing with his hair and eyes zeroing in on his mouth. “Now, be good and kiss me like you mean it, okay?”

Be good?

Jungkook didn’t get any time to digest your words before your mouth was pressing against his, enveloping him in your warmth — and suddenly he didn’t want to think about anything else. How could he? When you had your hands caressing his neck, with a soft sigh against his lips, there was nothing else in the world that could rob his attention.

In the end, past his brooding, unshakable persona, Jungkook was still a weak man when it came to you, he really was. It had become a natural, well-rehearsed reaction of his to explore your mouth with his tongue at every chance that he got; your lips slapping together as he groaned against you. The skin of his wrists was tingling, pressing hard against the ropes that held his hands back from exploring your body; from pulling you closer like he wanted to. Instead, he was at your mercy, following your own pace as you leaned your head to the side, fingers tugging on his hair as you sighed happily into the kiss.

It was exactly the way he liked: sensual, slow, messy; made his head spin when you rolled your clothed center on his erection before sucking on his tongue. Jungkook was sure that you were doing all that on purpose, riling him up as much as possible before finally touching him where he needed so much, and that was definitely going to be a problem.

In the back of his head, Jungkook was currently trying to decide if he hated Taehyung or not: the fact that his roommate had compulsively chosen to attend a party three hours away was the reason that you were there, kissing him like he was the air that you breathed, but also the reason why Jungkook had gotten tied up in the first place. If he had had a bit more time between texting you that he would never beg in sex (a very dumb, very unthought action), and the moment that you actually tried to make it happen, perhaps he would be able to convince you to step down from it. Perhaps he would realize that his prideful side was also really, really fucking stupid when it came to predicting his own limits.

Truth was: Jungkook was pretty much panicking when you moaned against his lips, because his cock was unbearably hard inside his underwear and he just knew that he would fold after some time. Especially when you were acting like that, like a demon trying to seduce him into selling his soul; a siren about to drag him to the abyssal depths of the ocean. He could barely follow what was happening.

Because of his dominating tendencies, Jungkook had never seen you showing your typical neurotic, controlling self during your sexual adventures — which was something he endlessly teased you for, but never thought it would actually have any sort of backlash. It seemed that both of you liked the usual dynamic (of Jungkook taking over) well enough and, yet, as he watched that sadistic expression monopolizing your features, he realized that maybe it was for the best. Maybe you had been training your whole life to perfect the masterful art of having things happening the way you wanted it, and maybe giving you the lead was one of the worst decisions he had made in some time.

As you pulled away, Jungkook chased after your mouth, managing to place another small kiss on your lips before the ropes held him back. “More,” he groaned.

The curve of your mouth was a wicked little thing, almost making him lose his composure for a second. “No, no more,” you were firm in your words. “Be patient.”

He huffed. “You only got an attitude because my hands are tied up.”

“I always have an attitude,” you were fast to correct, getting out of his lap. The lack of your warmth was instantly felt, made his chest heave in frustration as you sat down next to him. There was an embarrassingly large wet spot on his underwear that he was hoping you wouldn’t notice. “But, yeah, maybe I’m a little braver because of it.” Before he could muster up a response, one of your hands traveled between his thighs, faintly tracing its way up his skin. “And what are you going to do about it?”

Jungkook clenched his jaw — it was embarrassing how sensitive he was, goosebumps spreading through his legs. “Don’t tease."

“Or what?” A squeeze of his bulge was everything you need to make him shut up, his hips buckling up to meet your palm. Jungkook was hard and leaking, pulsating as you gave him a few, half-assed pumps through his underwear. A few seconds were more than enough to let him have his fun, it seemed, because you were soon removing your hand from his erection. “Now, stay still unless you want me to tie your feet too.”

He hissed at the lack of contact, but refused to complain about it out loud. You smiled at his reaction: Jungkook was so stubborn when it came to things like that, would never show you his weak, needy side so easily. But you were patient and, from what you had been told, you had all night to get your way.

Call it revenge, call it whatever: there was nothing that you wanted more than to see Jungkook bite back his own words and beg for you. It was an ego thing, perhaps, the mission to leave him just as overwhelmed and desperate as he had made you so many times in the past. Maybe you were a bit mean about it. But it was well deserved.

You took your time pulling one of his legs towards you, watching as his cock throbbed when you placed your body between his thighs. Jungkook could only think about how soft your mouth felt as you kissed up his thigh before, at last, you were nuzzling your face against his erection, placing kisses on his clothed member as your thumb pressed down on his sensitive tip. His breath grew irregular at the feeling, his tongue poking out to wet his lips as you looked up at him with that demonic smirk of yours, those big doe eyes that wiped his thoughts clean. Jungkook was absolutely fucked.

Luckily, he didn’t have to urge you further because, soon enough, you were pulling his underwear down, making it join your bra on his bedroom floor. Jungkook could’ve cried when you rolled your thumb over his crown, spreading his precum all over him, a delighted hum dripping past your throat. “You’re leaking,” you commented, eyes following the glistening of his reddened tip. He could only muster a raggedy, short sigh before you were talking again. “I can clean you up, don’t worry.”

Jungkook moaned out when you wrapped your lips around his cock, not hesitating much before you sank down on him. His head fell back when you started sucking, your cheeks hollowing out and tongue pressed flat against him. “God, your mouth feels so fucking perfect.” His hips thrusted up, but you had enough of a reflex to pull away before he managed to hit the back of your throat. “Take it deeper, baby, do it for me.”

But you did the opposite, removing him from your mouth. You glanced up at him with a disinterested look plastered all over your face, lips glossy with a beautiful mixture of your saliva and his wetness. Jungkook made a mental note to never forget that sight. “I don’t know if you understand what’s going on here, Jungkook.” You wrapped one hand around his cock, pumping it twice. It felt good, but nothing compared to your mouth. “But it’s really not your place to tell me what to do right now. That’s not how it works.”

“Yeah?” He chuckled, eyebrows raised in a silent dare. “And what are you going to do about it?”

Poor decisions: Jungkook’s week was filled with poor decisions. Blame that unshakable arrogant side of his, blame his terribly constructed defense mechanisms; blame whatever it was that didn’t allow him to think clearly when you were so beautifully placed between his legs, but it seemed that he really thought it would be a good call to provoke you when you were already 1) deadset on making him embarrass himself 2) probably the best Girl Scout to ever tie a knot in history.

Jungkook was completely helpless: he knew that, you knew that. So the reason why he mocked you in such a position would forever be another mystery that science could never answer.

And the payback arrived soon enough. Jungkook only earned a few seconds of relaxation, staring at your impassive face, before your mouth was sinking back down around his member.

If Jungkook thought that you were teasing him before, now you were sucking him like you wanted him to cum in two seconds — hands pumping his length, playing with his balls, tip hitting your throat, tongue dragging against his slit: the four horsemen of your apocalyptic blowjob technique that got him seeing stars in no time. “Fuck, that’s my girl,” he moaned. He was sure his wrists would be all red in the following morning from the way he was mindlessly moving his arms around, his mind just so hyper-focused on the need to touch you, to pull your hair when you were wrapping around his cock so well. “Feels so fucking perfect.”

Then, as he was just about to tip over, you pulled away.

“No, what the fuck,” Jungkook’s eyes snapped open, still unfocused and glazed-over. His body flinched at the interruption of his pleasure, and his cock throbbing against his pelvis, angry for attention. “Fuck, why did you stop?”

“That’s what I’m going to do about it.” You smiled, and Jungkook noticed that he was really playing a very dangerous game. In a span of two seconds, he asked himself if he was that mean to you, realized that he probably was, and came to terms with the fact that he wouldn’t change anything about it. “Are you going to behave now, Jungkook?”

He groaned, fighting against the frustrated waves that overtook his body. His orgasm, before so close, had now been washed away, leaving him with a pulsating feeling inside his guts. “You’re pissing me off.”

“Likewise.” You tilted your head to the side, placing one hand on his thigh. “Now, stay still and do what I tell you to do. That’s the last time I’m asking.”

He frowned. “Or what?”

You blinked, pausing for a second. “Isn’t it obvious? Or I’m leaving you like this.”

Jungkook’s brain finally seemed to comprehend the fact that, sometimes, it’s better to keep your mouth shut. So, instead of saying something, he simply watched as you removed your underwear before sitting between his legs, your thighs over his.

Because you absolutely hated him, you had opened your legs wide, pussy on full display, as you used one hand to lean back against the mattress. His eyes almost jumped out of their sockets when you used two fingers to spread your folds apart. “Look,” you said, your breathy voice making something inside his chest switch. “I’m so wet.”

And wet you were. Jungkook exhaled, nostrils flaring. His mouth salivated at the thought of licking you clean, fingers growing white around the ropes. He never hated an object so hard in his life. “I can… I can see that.”

You giggled at the grogginess of his tone, dove into the satisfaction that came from his focused eyes on your soaked folds. A gentle suspire left you as your digits slipped up, covering your clit with your arousal before pressing down on it. You were acting up a bit, whining loudly at the feeling because you knew that it drove him crazy to hear you make sounds for him. “Jungkook…” you trailed off. You had to bite back a laugh when his stare snapped up at you, looking so overwhelmingly horny and pissed off at the same time — the duality of men. “Want to have you inside me.”

He exhaled heavily. “Do it,” he said and you allowed him to think that it was his order (and not your decision) that made you move.

Jungkook’s pupils were blown out in sheer desire, wanting to absorb every light that bounced off your soft skin when you lined yourself with his cock, covering his tip with your warm wetness, allowing it to rub between your folds. By the time that you sat down on him, he was dangerously close to cracking.

“Oh fuck.” His hips thrusted up, wanting to feel more of your tight walls around him. It was heaven and hell, just the way he loved it, but his delight wouldn’t last long. “Fuck, baby, that feels so good.”

“It does,” you agreed, but there was a teasing inflection in your tone that he did not miss. Soon, your fingers were back where they were before, circling your clit. “And I happen to know how to make it even better. For myself, at least.”

It took him a few moments to understand what was going on, but, once it clicked inside his head, he could’ve cried from frustration. “What are you doing?”

“Getting myself off.” You smiled — oh you were such a fucking demon, he thought, a trickster spirit that wouldn’t rest until he was begging you to let him cum. Worst part? He might as well do it. “You don’t mind, do you? I know you love to keep your cock inside me like this.”

They say that revenge is sweet and, as you saw the flash of desperation that crossed Jungkook’s face, you couldn’t agree more. “Aren’t… aren’t you going to move?” He tried.

You could tell that he was holding back from just thrusting up inside you, which was equally satisfying and arousing: maybe, just maybe, he was starting to learn one thing or two about following your orders. “Hmmm… not at all.” You smirked, a tiny gasp leaving your lips as you circled your sensitive spot just the right way. Jungkook followed the movement of your lips as if they were writing the secrets of the universe. “Not if you keep that attitude up.”

He frowned, the corners of his mouth twitching in frustration. From your peripheral vision, you could see his wrists vaguely struggling against your knots — humbly speaking, you were a great Girl Scout, the typical overachiever, and you were positive that they would hold up.

“You’re going to regret this later,” Jungkook warned, but his words didn’t even have the chance to affect you. One clenching of your walls around him was all that it took for his head to roll back, a deep grunt dripping from his mouth at the sensation. It was just enough to keep him dangling over the edge, but not even close to making him cum. “Your pussy is so fucking tight, baby. Feels so fucking good.”

“I’m almost there, that’s why.” Your other hand slithered up your waist, cupping one of your breasts. Being a bit more theatrical than necessary (because you wanted to provoke him as much as you could), you gasped out his name as you rolled one nipple between your fingers, arching your back at the sensation. You swore you saw Jungkook’s eye twitch. “Gonna cum just like this. And you’re gonna be good and watch me.”

Again with that be good bullshit, again not giving him enough time to process it before you were timidly rolling your hips. “Baby,” he gasped. “This isn’t fair.”

“It isn’t,” you agreed, slightly breathless, your hand moving to play with your other breast. Jungkook followed the action like every part of you was magnetic, calling for his attention. “You do that to me all the time, though.”

He frowned. “But I let you fucking touch me.”

“How nice of you,” you sarcastically remarked. Another small roll of your hips made you gasp, fingers working faster around your clit. Teasing Jungkook got you shamefully turned on, it seemed, because you were just about to tip over the edge. “Fuck, feels so good.”

“It would feel so much better if you just— God, you’re so fucking wet,” his mind was barely functioning at that point, the heavenly feeling of your walls clenching around him was making him go insane. “Just ride my cock, baby.”

“No,” that simple word was like an arrow, shooting all his hopes down. Jungkook closed his eyes and threw his head back, trying to fight against the claustrophobic nature of his position. There was no way he could hold himself back, he thought, he would beg you as many times as he needed it that was what it took for him to finally cum. “I’m close, Kook.”

That whimpery, needy tone of yours would be the death of him one of those days. “I can fucking feel it,” he cursed. Jungkook just wanted to thrust inside your dripping pussy, make you cream his cock like you were made for it, but he knew that you would just stop everything again if he did so, and he seriously didn’t think he could take that. “S-Shit, baby, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

But you had a good idea of how you were affecting him. Through parted lids, you watched as his face contorted in pleasure when you squeezed particularly tightly around him; a muffled sob perishing on his throat when you vaguely raised your hips. Jungkook was filling you up so perfectly, like he always did, and it was that amazing stretch of his cock inside you, combined with the clear hunger that covered his features, that pulled your climax towards you.

The orgasm that washed over you was abrupt, overbearing, just blinding enough so you didn’t notice the weak little moans that Jungkook let out at the throbbing of your walls around his aching length. You tried to prolong it for as long as possible, rubbing yourself, crying out his name for theatrical reasons, but eventually sensitivity got the best of you and you stopped.

What you found when you did, however, was a glorious sight. Jungkook was a perfect picture of lust and desperation, his chest rising and falling rapidly and eyes locked on where your two bodies joined. There was a thin coat of sweat all over his skin, the small sound of the ropes pulling on the headboard. When he noticed you were staring, he found your gaze. “I- I stood still,” he said.

“I know, you did so good.” You placed one hand on his cheek, leveling your face with his so you could kiss him. Jungkook melted under your touch, a deep sigh leaving his mouth as you pulled away, his cock still deep inside you. “I’m proud of you.”

As if something had magically changed, Jungkook tried to fight against his immobilized hands, only to find out that he was still unable to free himself. “Wanna touch you so bad, baby. You look so fucking hot sitting on my cock like this.” Jungkook was spoiled, you realized, because it didn’t take him two seconds of good behavior to revert back to what he wanted to happen. It was a terrible habit, you realized, one that you probably helped enable. “Fuck, just let me cum, baby. Take these off and I’ll fuck you just the way you like it.”

And maybe if you weren’t so high up in your power rush, you would’ve at least considered his offer. However, having Jungkook turned into a pliant mess beneath you was worth more than anything else at that moment. “I’ll think about it if you say the magic word.”

He frowned, his charm melting away. Jungkook was so adamant on having it his way that it bordered on a joke. “Not gonna do it.”

You kissed him once again before speaking up. “Then we don’t have a deal.” You shook your head, moving away from him. Jungkook searched after your mouth, but your stupid Girl Scouts knots didn’t allow him to go much further. He collapsed back against the headboard with a frustrated groan. “You’re a terrible sub.”

“Maybe because I’m not a fucking sub— Shit.” All his thoughts were wiped clean when you slowly raised your hips, only leaving his engorged tip inside, before, finally, sitting back down. The drag of your velvety walls against his sensitive cock was driving Jungkook up the wall, his tied-up wrists mindlessly knocking against each other. “Fuck. I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” You pouted, repeating the movement. You watched as his jaw clenched, a sharp exhale leaving his nostrils as Jungkook both fought against and searched for his pleasure. “Sure you don’t wanna say it?”

A deliciously slow roll of your hips got him gasping out. “I’m not gonna — fuck — not gonna say it.”

You leaned your head to the side, stopping your movements. Jungkook’s abdomen was caving in with every small brush of your pussy around him, the illumination from the streets making the drops of sweat on his skin look like small diamonds. It was an erotic sight, from the falling of his dark hair over his hooded eyes, to the beautiful inked drawings on his arms. Unfortunately, you had other things to do other than to admire him endlessly.

With a sigh, you got up from his lap. “Too bad.”

“Baby,” Jungkook whined — actually whined — when he felt his cock slip out of your perfect heat, collapsing against his abdomen. The sensation got him flinching, made him bite his lip for a second in an attempt to compose himself. “Baby, don’t leave me like this, come on.”

You frowned, faking annoyance. “How can I not leave you like this, Jungkook?” Your palms slithered around his shoulders, pulling your body closer to his. “You’re being horrible right now.”

“S-Sorry.” His breath caught in his throat when your mouth met the skin of his neck, tongue prodding out to lick a small trail up his skin. Your heat was unbearable, suffocating him and drowning out his thoughts to the point that he had really apologized for his poor demeanor. If your predictions were correct, it wouldn’t take long before he folded the way you wanted him to. “Just, come on, you can’t just— I’m just so hard right now.”

You giggled, fingertips moving down on his chest until you found what you were looking for. “Aw. Poor thing,” you teased, feeling as he grew stiff when you started to play with his nipples. A few weeks back, you had made the wonderful and unexpected discovery that Jungkook was really sensitive there, but you never really had a chance to explore that side of him before he flipped you over and had you his way. But the universe always searched for balance, and that moment was the karmic payback you were looking for. “What’s the problem, Kook?”

“Wanna cum.” He winced away from your faint caresses, but he really didn’t have anywhere else to go. A smirk curled up on your lips as you watched Jungkook fight against the knots, a frail, airy moan leaving his chest as you rolled his nipples between your fingers. He sounded so perfect: so needy and desperate that you could feel another gush of arousal accumulating between your folds. “Just wanna cum so bad, baby.”

“I’m not gonna be mean and hold it off,” you told him, moving back so you could place a kiss against his pouty, swollen lips. Jungkook looked so beautifully messy, so on edge, that you almost cried out at the sight of it. “You just have to say it,” you told him, lowering your hips until you were straddling his cock.

With a roll of your pussy against him, his cock brushed between your wet folds, tearing a broken sob from his throat. “Fuck,” Jungkook cursed. He was never in a position like that: edged for so long that he couldn’t even control the grunts that left his throat. “You’re so fucking evil.”

“You love it.” Another grind of your pussy had him throwing his head back, a loud moan ripping itself from his heaving chest. Jungkook was sensitive, responsive to the tiniest of your touches and, most of all: he was desperate, seconds away from cracking. “You know, if you say it, I’ll let you cum.”

His cock throbbed against you when you finally stopped your movements, raising your hips so your center moved away from his. Jungkook complained at the lack of sensation, practically on the limit of throwing a tantrum, and his pelvis mindlessly buckling up in search of your warmth. Instead, he found nothing, and his member simply collapsed back against his abdomen, aching for its release.

“This— This is torture,” he groaned. You giggled at his distress, taking one hand to brush away the sweaty hair from his forehead. Jungkook leaned into your touch. “Please, baby, just fuck me.”

Your ears perked up at that, a pool of arousal starting to grow between your legs. That sounded even better than you had predicted. “Sorry, what was that?” You teased.

Jungkook closed his eyes, clenching his jaw. “Don’t make me say it again.”

Slowly, you lowered your hips again, pressing your pussy against his cock. Jungkook reacted instantly, taking in a sharp inhale. “Didn’t hear you,” you said.

“God, baby, just fuck me, please,” he finally broke down, his dazed-out gaze seemed to have some trouble focusing on your face. Desperation was plastered all over him, staring at you like a beautiful, shimmering trophy. “Please, just let me cum. Please.”

You hummed, leaning away so you could sit on his thighs, facing his erection. You were a woman of your word: you said you wouldn’t hold it back, and you wouldn’t. “Since you asked so nicely…” you trailed off, one hand wrapping around his base, pumping him a few times. Jungkook throbbed in your hands, his abdomen sinking as your thumb grazed his sensitive crown. “Where do you wanna cum?”

It looked like you had truly broken the poor boy down because, for the first time in his life, Jungkook didn’t have any idea on how to answer that question. “I- I don’t know,” he struggled to speak when your hand was still caressing his member: just enough for him to feel something, but too slow and light for him to actually cum. “Anywhere. Just wanna cum.”

You pouted, letting his cock go. It bounced on his pelvis, tore a painful cry from his throat as he felt his pleasure wash away once again. “I need an answer, Kook.”

And he said the first thing that came into his mind. “Your pussy, baby, please.”

A smile tugged on your lips — it seemed as if that word wasn’t so hard to say anymore. “Of course, you’ve been so good.” You moved around until you were sinking down on him, feeling that fantastic stretch all over again, and earning a shaky moan from his part. You only spoke up again after you were sure he couldn’t go any deeper. “Kook?” You called. His pleading eyes shot up at you. “Wanna fuck me?”

He breathed out, just a tremulous gush of air that he could barely get ahold of. “Y-Yes, yes, please.”

You hummed, wiggling your ass around just so you could watch his face contort in despair, crumbling under the delicious drag of your plump walls around his cock. Jungkook almost looked cute, you dared to think, even if you were sure he would fold you in half the second that he got those ropes off. It was like teasing a tiger in a zoo: people only felt brave enough to do it because there was a thick glass between them. “You better do it, then,” you told him.

After everything you had put him through, Jungkook seemed almost hesitant to do so. “C-Can I move?” He asked, just to be sure. Last thing he needed was to do something wrong and have you walking out on him. His cock was so hard, leaking inside you, and he didn’t believe that he could handle being left like that.

“Of course,” you told him, the tenderness of your voice so different from what you sounded like all night. Jungkook was still on the palm of your hand, but your victory when it came to making him beg had already been achieved. So you could relax and let him do the heavy lifting for once. Being active was exhausting sometimes. “Come on, Kook,” you egged him on, leaning forward so you could find support on his chest. You knew what was coming. “Fuck me.”

That seemed to be the last spark he needed to ignite his fire because, soon enough, he was placing both feet on the mattress and thrusting upwards, your body collapsing forward under the force of his movements. Jungkook barely gave you any time to breathe: he fucked you fast and deep, helped by the gravity of your weight above him; shallow breaths and noisy whines leaving his mouth in a beautiful cacophony of sounds. It wasn’t long before he was making you bounce on his cock, pretty moans melting upon your lips as you fought to keep your balance over him.

“B-Baby,” Jungkook stammered, an airy, high-pitched moan sounding from his parted mouth. His brain was utterly bewildered by the movement of your body above his own, the bouncing of your breasts and the wild fluttering of your eyelashes. And those moans, those gorgeous, ethereal little sounds that you reserved just for him. “S-So perfect. All mine.”

“All yours,” you said promptly, struggling to meet his gaze. No matter how much you tried, you could not follow the speed of his thrusts, so you simply kept your body in place as he used it as he pleased. “Is this what you wanted?”

He nodded, mouth falling open. His lips were pouty and swollen, slightly red from the way he had bitten them before. “Wanna cum,” he breathed out, “inside you.”

No pretty please, you realized. Perhaps it wasn’t your best call to ask him to fuck you, because it dawned on you that you had just handed Jungkook his esteemed control back on a silver platter. That started simply as a doubt in the corners of your mind, however, you were sure that you had lost that battle once his needy whimpers started to wash away, instead replaced by the guttural, rough groans that he usually presented to you.

Not that you truly cared about it: you had already proven your point.

His head leaned to the side, pressing against his elevated arm. Jungkook was hypnotized by the way that your bodies met, the way you held yourself up so he could fuck himself inside you. You were always so good for him. “Your pussy feels so fucking amazing, baby,” Jungkook moaned out, hips snapping up against yours. A hiss dripped from his mouth when he felt you clench around him, signaling that you were close once again. “Look so pretty. Made for my cock.”

“Y-Yes,” you stammered, head falling back. You could feel that familiar tingling at the bottom of your stomach, your orgasm ready to snap once more. Jungkook always fucked you so well, even when his hands were tied up, always left your brain scrambling after the most basic of words. “I’m c-close.”

Jungkook tried once more to pull at his restraints, but it simply wouldn’t bulge. The contrast between the red ropes and the dark ink decorating his skin was beautiful, the veins of his hands getting thicker as tugged again and again. Jungkook was beyond the realms of reason by that point, struggling like a caged animal because there was nothing else in the world that he wanted more than to touch; to suck your breasts and to fuck you the way he wanted to. “Gonna cum too, baby,” his voice was almost a roar, deep and frustrated. It shot straight up to your core, made you tip over the edge and come down spasming around his cock, your high washing over you. “That’s it, cream my cock,” he praised. In the background of your overwhelmed state, you could feel as his member throbbed inside you, ready to release. “Take everything for me, alright? Wanna fill you up.”

You barely had any time to nod before he was spilling himself inside you, a long, throaty moan dripping like sin from his lips. Jungkook tried to keep his movements up for a bit longer, delighting himself in the way you winced at the feeling, but even he had grown too tired to continue it. So, at last, he collapsed back against the mattress, sweaty hair falling over his eyes.

“Get up,” he commanded, breathless. “Let me see it.”

With shaky movements, you did as he requested, planting one hand on his thigh so you could raise your body. His cock slipped out at the motion, already softening, but his gaze was stuck on the gradual dripping of his cum between your pussy lips. As much as you were used to that specific request, it always made your legs weak when you looked at him during that part — no matter what happened before, Jungkook always had that maniac expression plastered all over his face, like the mere image of his cum slipping out of you was enough to send him into a frenzy all over again. And, most times, it was.

“Good girl,” his dark stare slowly navigated towards your eyes. His arms were surprisingly still, no longer battling against the ropes, and there was something ominous about that. “Push it back in.”

Because you didn’t want to anger him any further, you agreed. It was almost impressive how quickly Jungkook was able to take back his control: even with him being immobilized, you were still folding and following his wishes like it was your second nature. “Like this?” You asked, using two of your fingers to stuff his cum back inside.

“Yeah, just like that.” He breathed out, the final seconds of his exhale morphing into a low growl. “Now, ___,” he called, eyes still glued to your pussy. “Untie me.”

You almost wanted to go against that, given the way he was about to break you in half, but that wasn’t probably the brightest of ideas. A bit nervous, you moved off his lap and sat down next to him, hands flying to undo the knots. “Hang on,” you requested. From the corners of his vision, you could see Jungkook staring you down, his piercing eyes focused on your face, silently watching you through the curtain of his black hair. At last, you managed to undo the ropes, the thick material falling beside you as Jungkook lowered his arms and started to massage his wrists. “How are your hands? I hope it wasn’t—“

“Lay down.” He interrupted, dry. Your mouth fell shut — none of your usual sarcastic remarks finding their way past the lump in your throat.

The softness of the pillow was a welcomed sensation, but your body could not relax, not when Jungkook was still looking at the pink marks on his inked skin, thinking about what he was going to do to you. You waited for what seemed like hours until he finally moved around, arms on either side of your head and chest pressed flush against yours. Jungkook’s heat was asphyxiating, his nose bumping against yours as he placed a small, tender kiss on your lips. He was being too calm, you noticed that instantly; still waters with sharks swimming underneath.

“Silly girl,” he mumbled against your mouth, fingers pressing on either side of your jaw. Jungkook pulled your mouth open, thumb caressing your lower lip as he stared down at you like an arrogant monarch. You felt terribly small, shrinking under his presence. “It’s not my hands that you should be worrying about.” He smirked, and his thumb paused its tender motions on your lip. He sighed. “Now that you had your fun, I’m gonna have mine.”

Jungkook was right: his wrists were red the next day. He naively thought that no one would be able to see it through his tattoos, but Taehyung, even in his hungover stupor, had his detective eye ready and noticed the marks right away. There was absolutely no way all his crime documentaries made him such an expert, Jungkook thought, but couldn’t really be sure of it.

“You know… things like this only make me more curious,” Taehyung said after Jungkook had refused to tell him who had come over the previous night. He was munching on his sandwich like his life depended on it, brows furrowed into a perfect picture of concentration. There was jelly all over his mouth, pulling up the corners of his lips and making Taehyung look like a terrible, discount copy of the joker. “Like, a chick tied you up? Come on, I have to meet someone like that. It’s a matter of, like, survival, some alpha wolf bullshit—“

“Fuck off,” Jungkook cut him short, burying his face on his hands. He was too tired to deal with any of that. “I never want to hear about you or your wolves ever again.”

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elysianslove · 4 years ago

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Which JJK male characters would be interested in anal sex with a female partner? He would be the one fucking her, not her fucking him. (Not pegging.)

my favorite asks are ones like these ngl i just <3333

anyways let’s get into ittt. warnings; anal i guess????

JJK MEN WHO ARE INTO ANAL

nanami kentō; he doesn’t really talk about it, but also doesn’t really not talk about it? he’s never gonna be the one to bring it up to his girlfriend, but god does he love it. something about power, something about how good it feels. when you ask him to do it, you mean it as a joke, but he takes it so seriously that you’re just. going with the flow at this point. he absolutely knows what he’s doing too, that it’s sort of suspicious when you actually get to do it like,,, he’s definitely done this before. he goes fucking feral when he’s inside of you. he makes sure to prep you properly beforehand. even when you get impatient and beg him to just get on with it, he won’t. he’ll stretch you out until he deems you ready. but once you are? no mercy. fucks you even harder than he would your pussy. just has your hips gripped in his big ass hands, basically just using your body. he makes your body go absolutely numb. you’re literally just limp on the bed while he fucks into you, so fucking hard. and his cock’s so big too that you’re so thankful he didn’t listen to your pathetic whining and begging before that. after giving you a taste, he makes sure that he’s brainwashed you enough to want it to be a regular thing. sometimes he does it when he knows you’re needy and need him inside your cunt, just cause <3

gojō satoru; okay to gojō, he honestly just wants to try every kink known to man. don’t be surprised if he asks you to try some weird ass shit like “babe let me piss on you 😍” i hate this man. but he does bring it up eventually, and begs, begs, for days, for you to let him hit it. eventually you reach a compromise: you peg him, he fucks you in the ass. it’s a fair deal, and besides, it’s another kink he can check off his list. he makes you watch anal porn a day before, like porn is the epitome of sex ed or something??? he doesn’t not know what he’s doing, but he’s also definitely winging a lot of it. puts his dick in after not that much prepping, but it’s like, bearable. honestly, he makes it really enjoyable for you, i’m not gonna lie. fucks your brains out, like he always does. and he pays attention to the rest of your body too while fucking you, so you’re just sensitive all over. also! he’s actually super soft with you when he’s first putting it in, just soothing you and rubbing your back and telling you to be good for him. but anyways, he loves it, like so much. he goes like three rounds that night, because he can’t get enough of how different, but good different, it feels. you’re just so fucking hot and tight around him, it drives him insane. also he’s weirdly into the way it looks, just his cock thrusting into your ass. absolutely fucks you in the ass while fucking your cunt with a vibrator or something. like he adores making you way, wayyy too sensitive.

itadori yuuji; saw it on porn and just desperately needed to try it. he was willing to do anything to let you try it with him. like anything. “babe i will be your bitch for a day if you let me,” ok then bark for me, yuuji. pls he actually does. anyways. you agree but on the condition that you actually research, and that does not mean watch porn. he just deflates like are you seriously gonna make me read about anal when i could just watch :( but he sits and pays attention because he’s not about to blow this opportunity of a lifetime. unsurprisingly, all and everything he learnt gets thrown out the window the moment he has just two fingers in your ass. two. with a cock like his, there’s no way he’s fitting after two. you’re just huffing and trying not to moan too load as you attempt to glare at him, telling him you need him to stretch you out more. nearly forgets the lube when he’s gonna finally get to fuck you, but honestly, he’s just so, so excited. you insist on riding him because you can’t trust that he won’t lose all his inhibitions, but honestly, bold of you to assume he can’t take control even with you above him. just jackhammers your shit, rip. he grabs you by the waist and pulls you to him, fucking up into you that you literally see stars. you’re trying to tell him to slow down, you’re not going anywhere, but he’s so lost in it. fucks you till you’re braindead honestly, like your eyes are crossing and you’re drooling everywhere, barely even letting out a sound. there’s no way you’re not gonna wanna do it again with him.

getō suguru; monster cock man will have you begging for it 😩he teases you so much about it if you ever like bring it up but deep inside, deep inside, he wants nothing more than to rock your shit. pls the PUN HFSKFHA. he also somehow knows what he’s doing, but like. listen. being with getō is so overwhelming like he’ll be fingering your ass with his mouth on your clit, and he’ll be teasing you, calling you mean names, making it act like you’re the one so desperate for this when you literally only just suggested it and he’s the one that was immediately pouncing on you. he preps you, every single time you do it, for way too long. like you’re properly stretched, but he still goes on to finger you, giving you just barely anything, leaving you literally drooling for more. when he finally fucks you, he goes so slow, but so deep and hard. he just has you bent in half, gripping and pushing at the back of your thighs as he slowly just pulls out, and thrusts back in suddenly, filling you up. you feel him in your throat, on god. if you beg enough, he’ll eventually just lean down, your legs on his shoulders, his hands resting heavily on the bed beneath you, and fuck you so hard you might, might, pass out. he has you crying and screaming so loud for him that your voice is basically gone the next day. plays with your pussy to make your orgasm even more intense, fingering you, rubbing at your clit. he loves when he finally pulls out and sees you gaping for him. even if it becomes a regular thing, he still absolutely makes you suffer with his teasing every time.

ryomen sukuna; oh my god of course he does??? firm believer of a hole is a hole <3 so romantic <3 actually, he tries to slip it in your ass halfway through sex and you were like 😳✋🏼 slow down there, sir, there’s a time for everything. unfortunately, you have to prep yourself, but he gets so impatient and pushes aside your hand, saying he’ll take care of it for you. i’d think he’d be so impatient that he won’t even prep you thoroughly, but actually it’s the opposite for sukuna. what’s the point if he can’t fit??? he doesn’t go slow, at all, at any point. soon as you’re stretched out for him, he grabs your hips and pushes his cock all the way in, no warning, no build up, nothing. he just makes your eyes roll back so far, your back arching up, and he’s so responsive to it, pulling you to him, thrusting into you harder, just fucking your brains out. oh my god and when he gets close enough to you, has you pulled up against him directly, the mouth on his stomach lets its tongue peak out, licking and slurping at your cunt as he fucks your ass. it’s honestly all a little surreal. sukuna has a lot to give too, especially in terms of cum. i said it before and i’ll say it a thousand times, he cums so fucking much. breeder balls <333 my point is, he’ll cum in your ass, then fuck your pussy and cum inside of you there too. he’ll have you properly full of him. he’s a possessive man, what can i say? also ! also. also. sukuna with— two cocks? idk how that would work, but if he could fuck both your pussy and ass at the same time? or both in your pussy? both in your ass? who needs to have a threesome when you’re dating the king of curses <3

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zhoras-bitch · 2 years ago

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Strangers

Book: Laws of Attraction

Pairing: Beau McGraw x F!MC (Roxanne Voss)

Genre: angst

Warnings: strong language

Rating: teen

Word count: 1.2K

Summary: Your evening is going really well until, completely unprepared, you run into a painfully familiar stranger.

A/N: Rewrite of the gala scene with Beau from the last update (book 2, chapter 7). Don’t know what possessed me to do it because I literally write like once a year, guess I’m just that much of a Beau clown.

The gala is in full swing when you finally decide you’ve done enough socialising to earn yourself a little treat. After all, the evening’s been going really well so far. Ricci & Associated is the talk of the town, and you’re not going to do the tired old fake humility act and pretend it’s not in large part thanks to you. Since your move to the Big Apple, you’ve gotten pretty good at this whole two-faced, fake nice gimmick. Your fingers stroke a thick stack of business cards stashed securely inside your purse and for a split second you allow yourself a luxury of a tiny self-satisfied smirk, then head towards the bar.

A rookie mistake, really, letting the rush get to your head, but alas. You join the line behind a tall blond stranger, so intoxicated with adrenaline you don’t immediately recognise him, and when you do, it’s already too late.

The man turns around, and his gaze pins you to the floor halfway through the step you didn't even realise you were taking in a cowardly attempt get away from him.

‘Hey, stranger,’ Beau smiles, warm and genuine.

The smile is really the integral part of his whole brand. Beau McGraw, golden retriever boy with a sweet smile and big warm hands. Sincere. Accommodating. Non-threatening. You’d advise him to trademark it, but then again, not like anyone could do it like Beau even if they tried.

The bowtie is really on point too. You would’ve pegged him a bowtie kind of guy. You know, if for whatever reason you’d spent your time imagining Beau McGraw in formalwear. Which you definitely did not.

‘Beau. I didn’t realise you’re here tonight.’

Your reply is dry and hollow, but it’s the best you can muster, so it will have to do. Because if you don’t speak, silence will, and she’s one chatty bitch who knows way too much and has zero filter.

‘I’m as surprised as you are. Martin didn’t want the senior associates here, but Reggie insisted.’

‘Good old Reggie,’ you say, trying not to cringe at just how rusty your small talk game feels.

‘I’m glad I ran into you, actually.’

You don't want to lie, so you just give him a tiny crooked smile.

‘I’ve, uh, been meaning to get in touch with you for a few weeks.’

You know this, of course, because you’ve been actively avoiding him. Leaving McGraw-Byrne was an eye-opening experience in the most unexpected ways. For weeks, your life was almost completely Beau-free, and it made you realise just how Beau-full it was before. There were no more stolen glances as he passed you in the hall. No more inside jokes near the water cooler. No more late nights in the library, when the office got so quiet and empty you two felt like the only people left in the entire world.

If only getting him out of your dreams was this easy too.

‘We’ve been really busy with the firm. You know how it gets.’

‘Yeah, I know.’

There’s an intimate shift in his tone, and before you can stop them, your eyes fly up to his face. Beau’s expression is an open book, warm and vulnerable and somehow a little sad, and it makes you want to burry your face into a pillow and scream. You know what he’s capable of, hell, your experience with it was as first-hand as it gets. And yet, looking into his eyes, you don’t see it. Not a hint of malice. Not a cunning thought.

It would be so much easier to believe that Beau McGraw is just a good liar. After all, most lawyers who are worth a dime are. But you’ve cracked people who were way more cunning than him, and the reality is, the only reason you didn’t see right through Beau McGraw is because you didn’t want to. Because you wanted to trust him so badly that you actually did. Can you even imagine what your enemies would think, what they’d do to you if they had any idea that the hottest young lawyer in town, the sly fox from Ricci & Associates can be left so utterly helpless, so completely shamelessly vulnerable by a trivial little cru—

Ah, crap. You did it, didn’t you? You let the silence speak.

‘So what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?’

‘I actually just wanted to congratulate you and Ash. Sticking it to Eli and striking out on your own the way you did… It took serious guts. I’m glad it looks like it’s paying off,’ he pauses for a second, his big dumb smile tinted with regret, then suddenly puts a hand on your shoulder and adds, ‘Not that I’ve even doubted you. I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m really proud of you, Roxanne.’

Your skin burns under his palm as your stupid, useless heart leaps into a sprint. A terrifying thought strikes you like a thunder. Does he know? Does he know what he’s doing to you?

You look into his eyes, searching for an answer, but all you see is Beau. Leaning into you ever so slightly.

No, that’s impossible. You haven’t completely lost it. Not yet.

But you’re about to.

‘Beau! We need to do shots for old times’ sake.’

You jump, startled, as cheerful Gigi suddenly cuts into your conversation, throwing an arm around Beau’s shoulders. The air is still heavy with unspoken words, so deafening you barely hear what she is saying, but at least you aren’t about do something you’d regret.

You buy yourself sometime as you grab your drink and down it in one long gulp, but even that doesn’t burn as much as Beau’s gaze. There’s a question in his eyes, and you know what it is. One day, Beau McGraw asked you if you could be friends again, and you never gave him an answer. Because how could you be friends again, if Beau was never a friend to you? Never just a friend?

Holding a tray of shots, Gigi starts pulling Beau aside, but you can see the way he hesitates, still. You give him an awkward little wave.

It’s better this way. If you can’t be his friend, and you can’t afford to lo— to be with him, then maybe you can be just another stranger.

He smiles at you one last time, heart-wrenchingly sad, and turns away. And just like that, this feeling of unbearable loss hits you like an ocean tide, huge and heavy and impossible to endure. You grit your teeth. Just let him go. Let him go. Let him—

‘Beau, wait—‘

Your words come out as a pathetic little whimper that gets lost somewhere between the sounds of the orchestra and the clinking of champagne flutes. You reach out, your fingers what feels like a hair's breadth away from his, but a heartbeat passes, and the crowd has already swallowed him whole. You wobble forward, look around, and for a moment you can swear you catch a glimpse of Beau’s broad shoulders, a golden speck of chandelier light caught in his hair, but when he turns around, it’s just another stranger.

You squeeze your eyes shut. Seconds pass, and you’re all alone, and the room is dark and quiet. Slowly, you breathe out and open your eyes again. The gala is in full swing, and all around you are unfamiliar faces.

You put down your empty glass and straighten your shoulders. Get your shit together, Roxanne. We still have some schmoozing to do.

#playchoices #laws of attraction #beau mcgraw #fanfic #fanfiction #my writing #oc: roxanne voss

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sinner-as-saint · 4 years ago

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Purpose.

Mob!Bucky x Reader AU

Requested.

Run-through: You have an argument with your boyfriend and you call him out on all of his shit. You’re sassy and rude, and the mob boss can only tolerate so much disobedience. So when you turn around to leave, he doesn’t take it very well. And given you’ve been running your mouth all this time, he shuts you up and shows that sassy little mouth its true purpose...

Themes: FILTH, smut, daddy kink, dirty talk, oral sex

You and Bucky have been bickering all day.

Even at the party; anything he would say or do would simply annoy you. This all started this morning due to his grumpy mood which then rubbed off on you and now, by the time you both made it home - you were straight up arguing over random stuff

“You’re being all crazy. I don’t even know what we’re arguing about.”

“Shut up.”

And it would simmer down for a few minutes, but then you’d be at it again. Arguing over useless stuff for no reason; both of you frustrated and running low on patience.

“Baby, calm down.”

“Don’t ask me to calm down, you started this with your shitty mood.”

You walked into the living room, pissed off and wanting to get away from Bucky but he had been following you around the house ever since you two got home.

“Will you at least tell me what I can do to make it better? Even though I don’t know what I did and you refuse to tell me?”

“Leave me alone, Bucky.” You went over to the mini bar and tried pouring yourself a drink but Bucky interrupted you even then.

“No.” His voice was firm and deep. “What the hell is going on right now-,”

You cut him off by rolling your eyes and moving away from him to grab a glass. You heard him sigh and swear under his breath. Something along the lines of ‘bitch’. And that set you off.

“What the fuck did you just call me?”

He sighed again, “Nothing.” He tried walking away but you called out after him.

“You wanna know who’s a bitch? You. Because you couldn’t take your eyes off someone else’s girl tonight.” You didn’t mean to say that, but your anger got the best of you. You had gone over this earlier and he had made it clear that no, he wasn’t staring at another woman all night long.

He narrowed his eyes at you, sending you a glare which should’ve shut you up but didn’t. “Watch your words, and your tone.”

You let out a dry chuckle. “Why? So you can just be a manwhore but I can’t raise my voice? Screw you!” You turned around to leave the living room, the drink you were making yourself long forgotten.

You heard him call out for you. “Don’t you dare walk away from me! Come back here and we’ll fix this. Right now!” He sounded irritated. But you didn’t stop.

You walked upstairs and packed yourself an overnight bag. Tonight, it seems you’d be spending back at your apartment instead of at your boyfriend’s lavish mansion. You didn’t care, you needed to be away from him. His very presence was pissing you off.

You grabbed your bag and made it downstairs in the span of a few minutes. He was by the bar, finishing off the drink you started making earlier. He turned his head sharply once he saw you. “Where do you think you’re going?”

You kept walking, ignoring him; knowing he hated it so much when you did that.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked, louder.

You stopped for a brief moment, turned to send him a dirty look. “Away from you.”

He clenched his jaw and crossed the living room to get to you but you had already begun walking towards the front door by the time he reached you. He ran to you and grabbed you by the arm, pulling you into his strong chest. You got a whiff of his perfume and tried your hardest not to give in. His cologne had always been a weakness of yours.

“You’ve been running your mouth all day, and all evening. And now you think you can just leave?” He sounded pissed too, his patience running low.

You managed to get your arm out of his grip, he let you, thinking you would apologize or walk back inside so you two could fix this but instead you glared at him and turned around to walk away again.

“Oh you think you can just-,” he couldn’t believe the audacity you suddenly had. “Come back here!” He grabbed you by your hand again, snatched the travel bag out of it and threw the bag somewhere before dragging you back to the living room.

He had to carry you for the last few steps because you were screaming right at his face.

“Enough!” he grabbed you gently by the jaw and stared into your eyes with his deep blue eyes making you shiver. “You’ve been such a brat, I can’t believe I’ve been able to tolerate your behavior for so long.” He pulled your face closer to his, and you immediately stopped resisting. “Get on your knees.”

You didn’t do so immediately, which made him raise an eyebrow at you; intrigued by your unusual disobedience. “Oh? So you’re gonna resist me now?” He leaned in, trailing the tip of his cold nose across your cheek. You shivered again, closing your eyes instinctively. “You’ve been such a bad girl today.” He whispered in your ear. “Been running that sassy little mouth…” he spoke as his thumb traced the outline of your lips, definitely smudging your lipstick.

You swallowed audibly, anticipating what would follow.

He pulled away and smirked. “That’s all you need right now I believe. You just need daddy to help you out of that sour mood, don’t you babygirl?” His voice was already calming you down, but you refused to give in just yet. Even though you knew you wouldn’t be able to resist him for long.

He chuckled. “Think you can just be mad at daddy for no reason? How cute…” he tightened his grip on your jaw. “Get on your knees, now. That sassy mouth of yours has been getting me on my nerves all day. Think it’s about time I teach you a little about it’s true purpose, huh?”

You didn’t say anything. He smirked. “On your knees, now.”

You quickly sank down to your knees in front of him. You were grateful for the fluffy carpet you knelt on, because who knows how long he’s gonna keep you on your knees. He spoke up again. “Now come on, we both know what else that pretty little mouth is good at other than being sassy. Show me.”

Your hands hurried to undo his belt, unzip his pants and lower his underwear to free his erected cock. The mere sight of his thick cock had you whining with need, but this wasn’t about you. This was about proving him right.

You wrapped your hands around his cock and placed your mouth on his tip; your tongue slowly circling his tip. Bucky slid his hand into your hair and grabbed a fistful of it; tugging on it gently and slowly pushed himself deeper into your mouth. “There we go, take it. Take all of me. This is all you’re good for, isn’t it baby?” he threw his head back and let out a strained moan. “All you’re good for is sucking daddy’s cock…”

You bobbed your head around his tip; taking him in inch by inch until he hit the back of your throat. You kept your eyes on his face as you sucked on his cock. He closed his eyes momentarily, lips parted and gasping as he tilted his head back. He looked majestic. He moaned as he pushed himself deeper into your mouth, fucking it like he owned it.

“This is all you needed, isn’t it you little brat?” He taunted, grunting and tugging on your hair. He bucked his hips forward into your mouth, and loved the sight of your spit coating his cock as you gagged just a little. You looked so pretty on your knees, he thought, taking him perfectly.

You repeated your actions again and again, hollowing your cheeks. The growls and moans which escaped his lips made you squirm and it only added to the dampness which was forming in your underwear. And his dirty, dirty mouth…

“Keep going babygirl, come on… show me what that mouth is good for.” He quickened the pace at which he moved in and out of you; eager to chase his orgasm.

“That’s right, it’s only good for sucking daddy’s big cock, isn’t it?” He twitched against your tongue and you tasted some of his pre cum.

“You’re such a good little slut for daddy, aren’t you? See how easy it is when you shut up and behave, and do as I say?” He swore under his breath as you dragged your tongue over the slit on this tip very lazily.

The moment you slowed down a little, you earned yourself a gentle smack on your cheek. It made you squeal in surprise. “Did I ask you to slow down, kitten? No I didn’t, keep going.” He growled when you sped up again.

“Look at you squirming,” he chuckled darkly. “You just need daddy to fill you up, don’t you? You’re desperate for daddy to just fuck you, aren’t you baby?”

His words made you whine, and you discreetly tried to slide your hand down through the slit of your dress and touch yourself but before you could, he caught you. “Put your hands where I can fucking see them!” he hissed and tugged on your hair, making your moan with your mouth full of his cock. You immediately removed your hand from under your dress and placed them on your lap instead. “Don’t you dare touch yourself. Bad kittens don’t get to play with themselves while sucking daddy’s cock, you understand me?”

You nodded. Well then…

You knew you were walking on thin ice here, but you couldn’t resist teasing him. He was already ‘punishing’ you, what else would he do?

He caught the mischief in your eyes as you took him out of your mouth, licking his cock from bottom to top while your hands toyed with his balls. He looked down at you with a warning in his eyes.

“Don’t tease me, kitten,” he growled, looking down at you with his intense blue eyes.

Those words were all it took for you to take him back into your mouth. You felt the veins of his firm cock ramming in and out of your mouth. You felt his muscles tightened under your touch, and you knew he wouldn’t last much longer. So you quickened your pace, and he moaned over and over again as he reached his high.

With one final, rough push into your mouth, you felt him come undone. His cum trickled down your throat and you swallowed him obediently. Slowly, he pulled himself out of your mouth and bent down to look at you from up close. Your lips were swollen, and spit ran down your chin along with his cum. You were panting; an overall mess.

You were much calmer than before, he could tell by the look in your eyes. “Not so bratty anymore, are you?” He asked, standing up straight and held his hand out for you to take. “Up. Come on.”

You took his hand and stood up, your knees felt weak but luckily he held you tight against him. “I don’t like punishing you, babygirl. You know that, right?”

You nodded at his words.

He stroked your cheek with his thumb, softly. “But do you agree that you’ve been bratty for no reason today?”

You nodded again.

He smirked. “Well then, you deserve a proper lesson, don’t you kitten? Go wait for me upstairs,” he leaned in just enough to make your heart race, but not kissing you yet. “I want you naked on the bed when I get there, you hear me?”

You nodded. “Yes, daddy.”

He smiled, kissing you on the side of your mouth; making you whine in need.

“Good girl.”

#mob!bucky #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #mob!bucky x reader #bucky barnes smut #sebastian stan #bucky barnes imagine

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Boyfriend’s Best Friend - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader (ft. Kirishima)

Warnings: CRACK, Fluff, Cursing, Frisky moments

Summary: This was not how Bakugou wanted to spend his weekend. Trapped inside his best friend’s body?! Hell no. What makes it worse is that before he can tell you, you’ve already smothered Kirishima (who is in Katsuki’s body) with more than enough attention. Attention that belongs to the angry Pomeranian. And what does Kirishima think about all of this? Fuck nitroglycerin and boners.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

A/N: This shit is gonna get real confusing so KEEP UP and STAY FOCUSED

“Shit.”

After fighting off that petty thief on their way back to school, the two best friends took a look at each other after feeling a throb in their heads. But something wasn’t right. Bakugou was looking at..Bakugou and Kirishima was looking at...Kirishima???

“WHAT IS HAPPENING?!!” The red blonde headed boy asked. Kirishima made a face at his now very deep and gruff voice. He looked down and noticed his tan skin was the slightest bit paler and his clothes had changed. He turned his gaze towards the position where is best friend should be but only saw..well, himself.

“Argh, shut the hell up Shitty Hair. My head is pounding.” Bakugou said while holding onto his now red hair. He looked towards his friend to see a frantic look on his face. “Quit making me look like a bitch, Kirishima.”

“I can’t help it!! Not after what just happened!!” Kirishima said. Bakugou rolled his eyes and huffed before walking over to his friend and dragging him to a reflective window.

“We switched bodies you idiot. That damn thief must’ve hit us while we were distracted.” Bakugou took a look at his new body and cringed. Not that he thought Kirishima was ugly or anything, but he wanted to be in his own body. It just felt wrong having someone else’s dick.

“Well then we should get back to the dorms and find Mr. Aizawa. Maybe he can help.” Bakugou agreed and the boys started their journey back to the dormitory. As they walked, they took notice of a few things.

“Ugh. All these damn extras are staring at my hair.”

“My palms feel so sweaty.”

“Fuck! I keep biting my inner cheek. Stupid shark teeth.”

“Why the hell am I getting a random ass print?!”

“Nitroglycerin works like viagra Shitty Hair! Just fucking get used to it and learn how to control it!”

“I have your hair man! Does that mean you have shitty hair?”

“SHUT THE HELL UP!!”

“.....Is that..*sniff sniff*...caramel?”

“I SAID SHUT UP!”

—

“You’ll be back to normal in 2 weeks.” Aizawa bluntly said.

“2 WEEKS?!?” The boys screamed.

“Wha- HOW DO YOU KNOW?!” Bakugou screamed, trying to jump onto Aizawa with Kirishima holding him back. To anyone else, it would look like Bakugou holding Kirishima back. Oh how the tables have kinda turned.

“I know because officers have been trying to catch this thief for some time now. Even I’ve run into him on some occasions. His quirk is is called ‘Swapped.’ He takes your soul and spirit and places it in a different form...obviously. It doesn’t do much harm but it lasts for some time. Don’t worry though, you’ll be back to normal eventually.” Their teacher explained. “‘Till then, just tough it out for the next 2 weeks. Dismissed.”

The boys groaned and walked back to the common room floor. They walked in to find a few other classmates who thankfully didn’t seem too suspicious of anything. The boys went their separate ways, going to their own dorms to soothe their still aching heads.

—

Kirishima was the first to come out of his room. After contemplating whether he should take a shower or not, he chose the latter. He could survive the rest of the day without one, he’ll just worry about bathing later. Besides, he doesn’t mind smelling like a sweet treat for the next few hours and you know…not having to see and wash his best friend’s body and dick.

He walked down into the kitchen to find it empty. He was glad he wouldn’t have to explain his situation to anyone. If anyone saw Bakugou acting like the sweet bean that Kirishima is then I’m pretty sure a lot of people would have questions.

Looking around, he saw a batch of brownies left on a tray. He couldn’t help himself and went in to grab one. Unfortunately, he wasn’t aware of how chewy they were and after taking a few chomps, he realized the treat was as tough as glue. He couldn’t even open his mouth! And just to his luck, Bakugou’s girlfriend had walked in, seemingly back from her training session.

“Hi baby.” Y/N said. She went up to who she thought was her boyfriend and gave him a hug along with a peck on his cheek. “How was your day?”

Kirishima grew nervous. He didn’t know how to handle this situation. He would totally tell Y/N that it was actually him in her boyfriend’s body but the brownie sealed his mouth shut! He resorted to going with the flow and just nodding with a nervous smile. A very Bakugou smile.

“Tiring?” Y/N asked. Kirishima nodded his head. “Umm..okay. Well, same for me, but I still have enough energy for movie night, so I’ll see you in the common room. ‘Kay?”

Again, the now blonde nodded his head again. You smiled at him and went in to give him another hug. To your shock, you felt something poking you when you gave your boyfriend a hug. You looked down and noticed a pretty impressive print through his sweats and smirked. You looked up to your “boyfriend” and gave him a sly look. “You sure you’re tired Suki? Cuz your friend down here says you’re down for something else.”

Kirishima began to shake due to his nervousness now. He couldn’t help the damn boner! One, nitroglycerin is apparently 12x stronger than viagra, and two! He can’t relieve himself! Looking at and touching his best friend’s dick was wrong! And weird! Even if it was attached to him now!

What Kirishima wasn’t prepared for was you being so willing to help relieve his stiffy. On the bright side, he’d relive his hard on. On the not so bright side, he’d be fucking his best bro’s girl. Big no no. He definitely wasn’t prepared for your hand to travel down his torso and grab onto his Bakugou’s dick. “You still tired Suki?”

Kirishima couldn’t help himself. It felt too good to stop. He threw his head back and enjoyed the stimulation, even though he knew it was wrong. All he knew was that if he let this whole thing play through, he wouldn’t have to worry about walking around with a huge ass boner. A blush grew on his face as he moaned. He felt you peck at his neck a bit before stopping all your motions. The now blonde looked towards you in confusion and saw your laughter.

“Hehe, sorry Suki. Save it for later tonight, okay? I’ve gotta freshen up but I’ll see you later, Love.” You said before giving him a sweet peck and walking away. Once you were out of sight, Kirishima fanned his face to try and get rid of his blush. He then quickly ran to the fridge and chugged a few gulps of milk down to wash away the brownie.

“Fuck.” Was all that he said. Did that really just happen? Shit. Should he have let that happen? At this point he didn’t know. The man in him said HELL NO, but the nitroglycerin said otherwise. All Kirishima knew was that apparently he had a movie date to get to.

—

So now here we are, Y/N and Kirishima (in Bakugou’s body) all cuddled up on one of the common room couches during the late hours of the night, watching a movie. Kirishima thought Y/N looked really tempting in her booty shorts and tube top. The way her plush chest pressed up against his own as she watched the screen with a smile wasn’t aiding Kirishima’s mission to relieve his hard on.

Throughout the whole movie, Kirishima watched from time to time how Y/N would rub her legs together. It seemed she was growing some urges as well. Kirishima couldn’t shake his nerves..like...AT ALL.

Finally. It was almost the end of the movie. Kirishima had almost made it. All he had to do was finish the last 10 minutes and he could go..well honestly he didn’t know yet but he’ll figure it out later! Unfortunately, the universe had different plans. Kirishima watched as Y/N sat up to grab the remote and turn off the T.V. She placed the object down on the table and faced who she assumed to be her boyfriend. She wrapped her arms around his neck and went to straddle his groin.

“Uh-..Y/N?” Kirishima asked with a shaky voice as he gulped down a nerve. You smirked at him and leaned down to leave kisses all over his neck. Kirishima shook a bit and let out a shudder at your soft lips.

“Relax Suki. We won’t get caught. ‘Sides, when have you ever been afraid to fuck in public?” You said. You then went up to start off your session with a hot kiss to “Katsuki’s” lips. Kirishima had wide eyes as you took in his lips, but eventually, your sweet taste and bouncy lips made him succumb to your wishes.

He placed his hands on your waist as he kissed you back. When he opened his mouth you slid your tongue in as your hands entangled themselves in his hair. The kiss was fiery and passionate and eventually you and “Katsuki” both began to moan into the kiss. His hands traveled to your ass and gave in a firm grip which made you release a loud moan. Things were definitely heating up now.

—

When Katsuki came back to the dorms, he had already been exhausted by the entire situation. The only thing on his mind was getting some rest to ware off the headache, hours had passed and he eventually woke up in the middle of the night.

“Shit, how long have I been out?” He stretched and yawned a bit before he got up. The mirror hanging on his wall reminded him of his new body. “Oh, right. I’m in Shitty Hair’s body......gross.”

Bakugou felt his mouth become dry and so he planned to get a glass of water from the kitchen. As he walked down the halls, he couldn’t help but think about you. His precious girl. The love of his life who’s been with him since childhood and who he’s been dating since their second year in junior high. You were with him through it all and he couldn’t help but feel a little bad that he had to miss movie night.

‘Fuck, did I even tell Y/N I wouldn’t make it to movie night? Crap,’ he thought. Oh well, he’d just have to make up for it later. As he walked near the common rooms, his ears picked up a sound. And not just any sound, it was a moan. And he knew exactly who’s moan it was, for he had been the cause of those exact sounds and he’s heard them time and time again.

Bakugou ran to the common rooms to find his girlfriend and his body making out and slowly grinding on each other on the couch. He watched “his” hands travel to grope Y/N’s ass and bit his lip when he heard his girlfriend’s pleasured moans. He wasn’t gonna lie, the scene before him had turned him on, but what became a huge turnoff was the fact that Bakugou knew it wasn’t him in there and he knew exactly who was in his damn body!

“THE HELL?!” Bakugou screamed in Kirishima’s voice. He watched the two of you jump away from each other in shock and saw a look of fear flow through Kirishima’s his own eyes.

“Jeez, Kirishima. You scared us.” You said to your actual boyfriend without knowing it. Bakugou fumed at the fact that you were just making out and were probably about to fuck his best friend but he couldn’t blame you. You called him Kirishima so you must’ve not known about the switch.

“Can I talk to Bakugou real quick, L/N?” Bleh. Calling someone else by his name was weird and calling you by your family name was very uncomfortable.

“Umm..we’re kinda in the middle of something so maybe if you could jus-“

“Thanks.” He said and dragged “Bakugou” away behind a hallway corner. He pinned his body up against the wall and got in Kirishima’s face as he held the man by his collar. “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING KISSING MY GIRLFRIEND?!”

“IM SORRY! I DIDN’T MEAN TO! SHE CAME ONTO ME!” Kirishima explained while being held against the wall.

“NO SHIT SHE CAME ONTO YOU! YOU’RE IN MY BODY! YOU’RE ME! I’M HER BOYFRIEND! SHE THOUGHT YOU WERE ME SHITTY HAIR!” Bakugou screamed. Kirishima just laughed nervously as Bakugou continued to fume. After venting, Bakugou finally dropped Kirishima back on his feet and pressed the bridge of his nose with 2 fingers. “Okay. Why THE FUCK did you not tell her about the quirk?”

“Because man! .....Your quirk has built in viagra!” Kirishima said in defeat as he threw his hands in the air due to the pent up frustration. “I’ve had a fucking stiffy ever since I got put in your body! So I thought-“

“You thought you could relieve yourself with my girl?!” Bakugou asked with big, angry eyes.

“.....Yes?”

“KIRISHIMA!”

“ALRIGHT!” Kirishima sighed. “Well what now?”

“We go out there and explain to her what happened so you don’t end up fucking her!” Bakugou explained as he tried to walk back to you but Kirishima pulled him back.

“Okay but what about my fucking boner?” The pent up boy asked.

“Just rub it out!” Bakugou exclaimed.

“No way! I’m not touching your dick!” Kirishima rebelled.

“Why not? I’m clean. And big! Just saying, I got a pretty dick dude.” Bakugou said with both hands up in defense.

“BAKUGOU!”

“Yeah, fair.” The ex blonde said. The boys thought about it for a bit before something hit Kirishima like a train.

“Wait..if you’re so okay with me seeing your dick..does that mean..you took a look at mine?!” He asked while shaking Bakugou’s his shoulders.

“What?! Gross! No! I was napping all day Shitty Hair so relax! And get your damn hands offa’ me!” Bakugou said while squirming out of Kirishima’s hold.

“Alright, fine whatever! Let’s just go out and explain to L/N.” Kirishima said.

“Good!”

“Goooooodd!” Bakugou said more dramatically. The two boys finally made it back to you and instead of your boyfriend’s body taking a seat next to you, it remained standing. Meanwhile, “Kirishima” took the seat “Katsuki” previously had. You looked towards the red head and then to your boyfriend in a confused tilt.

“Suki? Are you gonna sit?” You asked to “Bakugou.”

“I am.” “Kirishima” replied. You looked towards the muscular boy sitting next to you with a raised brow.

“What?” You questioned.

“Listen, L/N, we got something to tell you.” The actual Kirishima said. You looked to your “boyfriend” with almost a hurt look on your face as to why he was calling you by your family name. The real Bakugou took notice of your sad voice and softened his eyes at your now upset demeanor. “I’m actually Kirishima...”

Your face grew in surprise and then silence hit the room. The boys gazed your looks for a reaction but got nothing other than pure shock. You couldn’t even say anything other than “Eh?!”

“Yeaahhhh..I’m your actual boyfriend.” The red head said. You looked to Kirishima and inspected him closer.

“Uh..Suki?” You said while zooming in of his face.

“Tch. It’s me Teddy Bear, relax,” Bakugou said while looked away with a blushed face as he pushed your face away. You grumbled at his push and took his hand off.

“Yup. That’s you.” You said, relaxing. “So...you’re Katsuki..and you’re Kirishima?”

You watched the boys nod their heads and you were settling down until another thought came to mind. “Wait..so I was-..on the couch-...I thought-...”

“Yeah, you were making out with Shitty Hair but in my body..” Bakugou said with a hand behind his neck. Your face jumped in shock once more until it was replaced with anger. You watched as Kirishima’s new face became nervous and gave a shaky chuckle.

“Kirishima...” you seethed with slanted eyes before you attempted to jump onto the new blonde. Mid-jump, Bakugou grabbed onto your waist and pulled you back onto his lap. You fought against Katsuki’s hold on you but alas he was too strong.

“Nope! No, settle, settle.” Bakugou said with an iron grip on your waist. You finally calmed down until you took notice you were sitting in BASICALLY Kirishima’s lap. Feeling uncomfortable you scooted off your boyfriend and sat next to him. Bakugou looked at you with a confused expression that demanded an explanation.

“Heh..sorry um, Suki. But I’m not sitting on you or doing...anything else that’s lovey dovey until you’re back to your own body.” You explained.

“Wha- that’s not fair! You were all over here grinding on him just a few minutes ago!” Bakugou whined and pointed at his body.

“Because I didn’t know it wasn’t you!” Bakugou just grumbled and groaned at you. Your reasoning was fair but he just wanted his girlfriend.

“Okay, whatever. Be pouty. Just- When is this quirk gonna wear off?” You asked. Bakugou continued to pout with crossed arms but luckily Kirishima answered.

“2 weeks.” He said.

“Alright then!” You said while clapping your hands and standing up, gathering Katsuki’s attention. “For the next 2 weeks or until you go back to normal, Suki, no touching, no kisses, no overly-friendly hugs, no cuddles, no lap-sitting....”

Bakugou listened to you list all the things he couldn’t do. As you went on, his jaw dropped as he realized he wouldn’t be able to do all the things he usually does to you for the next 2 weeks. The list went on and on until you finished it with one final detail. “...and finally. No sex.”

“WHAT?!” Bakugou said while standing up now. “WHY?!”

“Katsuki. I’m not fucking my boyfriend’s best friend’s body. No offense Kiri,” you said to the other boy.

“None taken!” He said with his winning smile. Just less shark-toothy. Bakugou just mumbled about until you cut him off.

“Anyways! I’m going to bed. After this long and frankly awkward day, I think we all should.” You said and the boys agreed. You all walked to your respected dorms but when Bakugou tried following you into your dorm while he was still in Kirishima’s body, you stopped him with a hand on his chest.

“Uh, sorry Suki. You’ll be sleeping in your own dorm for the next 2 weeks. No sleeping together either.” You watched as Bakugou became much more agitated as he huffed. He grumbled as he reluctantly walked all the way to his own dorm room. You giggled as you watched the now red head walk away and shut your door. You couldn’t help but laugh as you laid down on your bed but 10 minutes passed and before you could fall asleep, a knock was at your door.

“Suki, I said we can’t sleep on my bed together.” You said once you opened the door, finding Kirishima’s body holding a pillow and blanket.

“I know it’s just- *sigh* look, if I can’t cuddle with you can I at least sleep on the ground and hold your hand?” He said, looking away with an embarrassed blush. “I know you said hand-holding isn’t allowed but you won’t be seeing me since I’ll be out of your sight and on the ground.”

You smiled at how clingy he was being. It was adorable and you just had to give in. “Fine, come in.”

Katsuki perked up with a small smile and happily followed you into the room. You got comfy on the bed while he set up his little pillow and blanket. You finally dropped your hand down so he could hold onto it and his warm hand held a strong grip on your own.

So now here you were, late at night, “cuddling” with your boyfriend. In a way. You smiled as you held onto his hand and couldn’t help but giggle when you felt his lips place a sweet kiss to your knuckles. Oh well, I guess there was nothing wrong with holding hands with your boyfriend’s best friend. As long as it’s your boyfriend who’s in his best friend’s body.

You couldn’t believe this was gonna be your life for the next 2 weeks.

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