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borathae · 3 years ago

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↳ Index [Day 14 - Kniveplay]

Pairing: gangster!Yoongi x f.Reader

Kinks: dom!Yoongi, sub!Reader, knives, rope bondage, blindfold, tears, choking & breathplay, praise, good girl kink, dirty talk, slight possessiveness but in a sexy way, body worship, strength kink, oral (f.&m.receiving), edging, vaginal penetrative sex, squirting, face fucking, cumming on face, sweet aftercare

Wordcount: 7.4k

a/n: i am 👁👄👁💧 i’m not saying that this is the hottest fucking shit ever but i am exactly saying that *yells*

Jungkook texted you. Told you that the boss refuses to talk to anyone and that you should come home. You arrive twenty minutes later.

The air is tense the moment you step into the mansion. Jungkook, right hand man and skilled with his fists, is sitting with the others. Taehyung, driver and skilled with the machete, is sitting next to him. Jimin, your best dealer and skilled with the gun, is currently being taken care of by Seokjin. He was your lawyer on most days, but serves as a doctor tonight. Hoseok, bodyguard of Jimin during the deals, is bleeding from his eyebrow, right eye bruised to the point of no recognition.

“Well fuck. You guys look fucked”, you say, calling their attention, “how are you?”

“Could be better”, Jimin says and hisses in discomfort as Seokjin once again drills the needle through his skin to close up the deep cut on his back.

“Sorry man, we’re almost done”, Seokjin mumbles, brows furrowed in concentration.

“What happened?” you ask.

“There was an ambush. The whole deal was a fucking trap. We lost five men, the twins barely escaped and the rest of us is fucked up”, Hoseok answer you, pointing at his bruised eye.

“Fuck. Where is he?” you ask them.

“Your bedroom. I wouldn’t go in there, he’s murderous”, Namjoon, financier and consultant, answers you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine”, you assure him, abandoning them in the sitting room to hurry upstairs.

They exchange a look of worry with each other.

“Think she’ll be fine?” Taehyung asks.

“I hope so”, Jungkook says, rocking back and forth nervously. He’ll never forgive himself if you get hurt just because he texted you.

“Boss. You’re back. Welcome home, boss”, the guards outside your bedroom doors greet you, bowing their heads at you.

"Is my husband in there?"

"Yes, boss."

“Good. Leave”, you order them, flicking your wrist dismissively.

“Boss”, they say, nodding their heads in understanding. They leave you afterwards, finding their new post downstairs.

You knock on his door three times, waiting for an answer. It doesn’t come, obviously.

“Honey, it’s me”, you try, knocking twice.

“Come in”, his voice sounds poisonous even from behind closed doors.

You turn the doorknob and push, slipping inside your bedroom. The door closes quietly. The lock falls into place.

The lights safe for your bedside lamp are turned off, the curtains are drawn closed. The room smells like a mixture of blood, disinfectant and whiskey. The blood-soaked pieces of cotton wool scattered all over your leather couch give you an idea of what causes the stench. The open bottles of whiskey and disinfectant on the floor answer the rest.

Your eyes flit to your husband. He is sitting on the bed with a glass of whiskey tangling between his fingers and his hair a dishevelled mess.

Shadows surround him, claiming his black hair as theirs and dragging their spindly fingers over his face as well. He is still in his suit. Jacket discarded on the couch and tie thrown on the floor. His shirt is open, soaked in blood at some parts and revealing the huge cut on his left pec now hidden behind bandages.

“Holy shit, honey. What happened? Who did this to you?” you gasp.

Yoongi clenches his jaw, guiding the glass of whiskey to his lips. He drinks it without any kind of reaction, setting it down on the floor afterwards.

“What do you want?” he hisses.

“They told me what happened. Who the fuck dared to ambush you?”

“Tzt”, Yoongi looks to the side, “who the fuck you think? The fucking Dragons.”

“Fucking bastards, fuck”, you say, hurrying to your husband’s side. You cup his face and turn his head so he was looking up at you, “I’m happy you’re still here though”, you say, smoothing over his tightened brows, “does the cut hurt a lot? Should I look at it?”

“No”, he answers you dryly, trying to turn his head away but you force it to fall against your stomach. He is tense and silent, face contorted in anger you know not to be afraid of. Not you, because you know how to handle him when he wants to kill the entire world.

“It’s gonna be alright, love”, you whisper, running your fingers through his dishevelled hair, “you’re gonna kill those fucking bastards, I’m sure of it. It’s what you do best.”

Yoongi exhales loudly and closes his arms around your waist, turning his head so his nose was buried in the softness of your tummy and he was drowning in your scent.

If any other person in this fucking organisation tried to force him into this kind of hug, they’d have already lost their arms. But not you. You’re his fucking treasure, his light, his better half and you can break every single brick of those walls around his heart with just one touch.

He inhales deeply, twisting the fabric of your shirt desperately.

“It’s alright, love. I’m here now”, you assure him, kissing the crown of his head.

Yoongi lifts his head because of that, nose brushing against yours and half-lidded eyes glued to your lips. He even flutters his lashes, parting his lips slowly. You feel the tension instantly. This addicting kind of tension which, years ago, made you fall so goddamn deep for him. Tension filled with dangerous attraction, leaving you craving more and more with each passing second.

Yoongi reaches up and takes your chin between two of his fingers. His eyes lower even more, his head tilts back further. With a gentle tug, he makes you move, claiming your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. He tastes like whiskey and anger, feeding it to you with hungry lips and an eager tongue. You squeeze his cheeks softly, kissing him back happily.

You know that your husband is the best in the business. He isn’t the boss for no reason. But still, you can’t help but be worried for him each time he leaves for a mission. And now that he is back, almost unharmed, you want to never ever let him go again.

He breaks the kiss a second later, gazing at your lips as he squeezes your chin gently.

“I need you”, he rasps.

“I’m here now. Just tell me what you need”, you whisper.

“Wanna fuck you.”

“Okay”, you rasp, feeling heat tingle in your stomach. You were hoping for that.

“Wanna tie you up for it”, he whispers, pulling you down until your lips are brushing against his.

“I’m okay with that.”

“Wanna blindfold you.”

“Yeah?” you press your legs together, “with your tie?”

“No. The real shit. Need you unable to peek.”

“I’m fine with that.”

“Fuck. Baby”, Yoongi gets out breathily and pulls you back into a kiss.

You moan desperately, feeling dizzy from just how hungrily he kisses you. Held willing hostage with your chin between his fingers and your head dizzy from anticipation.

Yoongi breaks the kiss with a throaty growl, letting the strings of saliva break between your lips before he tilts his head back, dragging his lips up your nose in the process. His eyes are closed, his brows are relaxed, letting you know that your presence is already helping with relaxing him.

“You’re the living fucking proof that god is a woman, baby”, he rasps, turning your limbs into complete mush.

“Yoongi”, you moan, letting yourself fall on top of his lap, “I need you so bad.”

“Same”, he says and then picks you up just to lie you down on the bed, “you know what to do”, he adds and turns his back to you. He slips his shirt off as he does, dropping it on the floor. Like this his sculpted back is exposed to you. It is covered in a few new scratches but looks healthy otherwise. The faint shine of the bedside lamp is casting big shadows on it, making his muscles look even bigger.

You watch him strut to your dresser where your toys are stored. You take on your favourite position in the meantime, taking off your clothes until nothing but your lingerie is keeping you humble. Then you rest back, head sinking into the soft pillows and skin getting caressed by your silken sheets.

Yoongi turns, black bondage ropes in one hand and a silk blindfold in the other. He studies you from head to toe, rolling his shoulders as a sign that the view is affecting him. Good. You’re wearing one of the sets he bought for you. Black lace from the highest quality and fitted right to your body. You know for a fact that the way the lamp is shining on your body and hiding parts of it in shadows is affecting him deeply.

“You look so fucking sexy”, he says, strutting to the bed in heavy steps and his head tilted to the side just slightly.

“It’s the set you got me for Christmas”, you say, writhing on the sheets just for his viewing pleasure.

“I know. I never forget a set”, he answers you, dropping the ropes on the bed to open them, “especially not one like that. You wore it on Bali.”

“Yes and in Osaka.”

The right corner of his lips curl into a small smirk. He hums and nods his head, opening his hand for you, “hand”, he orders.

You place your hand in his palm, tingling when he closes his fingers around it and caresses your skin gently. You watch with sparkly eyes as Yoongi tightens the rope around you in a beautiful braided cuff tie. He finishes the tie by tugging on the rope and forcing your arm into its supposed position.

“Good?” he asks.

“Yeah, good”, you whisper, feeling hot all over.

He nods his head, tightening the rope on the sturdy ring on your bed’s headboard. Afterwards he rounds the bed, repeating what he did on your other hand. He didn’t even have to ask for your hand and you were already presenting it to him, oh so eager to get tied up by him. He asks you for your comfort to which you say that it felt so nice and then he tightened the rope on the ring. He rounds the bed again afterwards, stopping by the foot end. You wait with bated breath for what he will do. His fingers close around your ankles and then he tugs, making you squeak in surprise. Strong and aggressive until your arms are stretched widely and the rope is taut. Like this your head is resting on the mattress.

"That was fun", you giggle, making Yoongi show a small toothless smile.

"Mhm."

Yoongi wraps the rope around your leg right above your ankle, tightening it after making sure two of his fingers are fitting in between the rope and your body. With one tug to the side and your left leg opens widely, now getting tied into the position on the bondage ring.

You feel so out of breath because of it, trying your hardest not to squirm.

Yoongi repeats the tie on your other leg, fixating it into position with expert knots. Like this your legs are opened far, unable to close on him.

“Done. Are you comfortable?” he says, running his hands up and down your legs.

“Yeah, so comfortable”, you answer him, sounding just slightly out of breath.

“Good. Say the words when it starts to hurt.”

“I will”, you promise him, not getting any answer from him. You wanted to lift your head to check on him, but decide against it when you feel his lips on your body, kissing their way up your inner thigh and stealing your breath in the process.

You moan, enjoying the sensation with closed eyes. His lips are so soft and warm, worshipping your skin with so much tenderness. Truly, Yoongi can be the cruelest man on the job, but not once did he bring any of it into your bedroom. You feel like a queen when he is with you.

He leaves out your pussy purposefully, kissing your lower tummy right along the hem of your panties. Maybe he is still a little torturous but you love that kind of torture. His hands run up and down your sides in the process, sending electric tingles over your skin. He is still not fully on the bed, one knee between your legs and slacks stretching around his thighs. For just one more second because then he kisses too far up your body, forcing his other leg to lift from the floor to instead rest on the mattress as well, knee digging into the sheets right next to your leg.

Yoongi hums in approval as he dances his lips over your clothed breasts, cupping them with his big hands as he does. His warmth seeps right through the material, making you ache for the unfaltered sensation.

One flick of his fingers and he manages to tug the material down far enough to expose your nipples to him. He grunts in approval, lowering his lips to them to suck them until they are swollen.

"Oh god so good", you moan, feeling short of breath. Yoongi just knows how to really get you going, giving you the sensation long enough to rile you up but not long enough to fully satisfy. He's an expert in that kind of torture. Damn.

“So fucking sexy”, he murmurs raspily, abandoning your tits in sake of marking your collarbones with hungry hickeys. He sucks on your skin until it stings and you arch your back for him, moving on to the next spot to repeat the sweet torture. When Yoongi is finally happy with the results, he managed to reduce you to the point where just his breath against your neck makes you want to pray to his name. Luckily for you or perhaps sadly for you, Yoongi never lowers his lips, lifting his head before he does to instead look down at you with half-lidded eyes. His knees are on each side of your armpits, his clothed bulge looks so huge from your point of view. Yoongi grips your cheeks with soft fingers and squishes your face to the point where your lips pout involuntarily. He turns your head from left to right, letting his eyes race over your features obsessively.

“You’ve got the prettiest fucking face”, he says, loosening his tight grip to instead run the back of his hand down your face. He places his pointer finger under your chin, caressing your skin with his thumb, “gonna fuck it later.”

You gulp, ogling his cock.

"Want that, baby?" he asks

You nod your head, painting a proud smirk on his face.

"That's my girl", he rasps.

You feel your cheeks heat up under his praise, eyes lighting up in happiness.

“Close your eyes for me”, he orders.

You follow happily.

“Keep them closed”, he orders next and then you feel the softness of the blindfold on your eyes. He lifts your head for you, tightening the blindfold with a comfortable knot, “is it tight?”

“No, it’s good”, you sigh, sighing again when he places your head back down. Darkness surrounds you. Darkness and the uncertainty of what happens next. Your skin is prickling because of it, becoming so sensitive that even the air in the room feels like too much.

His fingers walking down the sides of your neck remind you that there is something even more unbearable than mere air. His touch. Oh it is so unbearably good when you don’t know where he will place it next.

His touch leaves you again, the bed dents as if he was climbing off of it. His steps on the wooden floor let you know that you were right.

“Honey? Where are you going?” you ask panickedly.

“Relax. I’m not leaving”, he assures you, steps very clearly moving away from you.

Silence. The sound of a drawer opening. Fumbling with something. The drawer closes again. Steps. They come closer and closer again. The sheets ruffle, the mattress shakes. Your breathing speeds up.

You turn your head to where you think your husband is sitting, waiting with a racing heart for the moment he touches you again.

The silence is unbearable. There is this rhythmic clicking sound of something opening and closing and you can’t for the world of you figure out what it was. It continues. Yoongi’s presence is unbearable when he doesn’t act.

“Yoongi?” you ask quietly.

“Yes, love?” he answers you.

“What are you doing?”

“Looking at you.”

“What are you holding?”

“My knife”, he answers you, sending bolts of pleasure through your body without even touching you. He watches in delight as you squirm and tug on the ropes just slightly. He knew that this would affect you.

“W-what knife?” you stutter.

Click. Yoongi most definitely opened it.

Cold metal touches your stomach. The area of touch is small, letting you know that he is pressing the tip of it into your skin. You feel dizzy in an instant.

“Guess”, he says, voice heavy in arousal. He dances the knife up and down your tummy, making sure to never cut but to still apply enough pressure to leave goosebumps behind.

Your husband owns many knives. Next to buying you the finest clothes, collecting knives is his favourite hobby. Trying to guess which one of his huge collection he decided to use on you tonight is almost impossible. Especially when he traces your torso so incredibly good.

“I, I don’t know”, you stutter breathlessly.

“Try harder”, Yoongi orders, flipping the knife so the flat of the blade was between your tits. He makes sure to press the dull site into your flesh while letting the sharp side barely miss your soft skin. The shaky breath you take, makes his stomach twist in arousal.

He knows that you won’t be able to guess. He only used that knife on you once, it would be a surprise if you guessed right. He still loves the game, playing it like an addict.

“T-the silver one?”

“Silver one? Which one? Be more specific”, he says, slipping the knife from your sternum to instead dance the tip over your left breast. He holds it in place for it, making sure the flesh was gathered enough that he can trace every inch of it.

“The, the one with the red handle?” you try, feeling shivers run down your spine constantly. The skin on your tits is so sensitive and now Yoongi is using the knife on it. You want to twist the sheets because of it, but have to twist the ropes instead.

“Wrong”, he says and with just enough pressure makes sure to leave a tiny mark. It doesn’t bleed, stinging for just a second before a deep burn digs into your fibres.

You whimper for him, chasing it with a soft arch of your back

“Two more guesses", he says, soothing the spot with his thumb.

“Two, two more?” you stutter, panting heavily.

“Mhm.”

“What happens then?”

He moves closer, making the mattress creak.

“I’ll cut you”, he rasps, breath swirling against your lips and fingers closing around your throat softly.

“Yoongi”, you mewl, chasing him and gulping under his fingers. Oh how you wish for him to press down on your veins and steal just a little bit more of your sanity.

“Continue, baby. Keep guessing”, he says, keeping his hand around your throat as he swirls the tip of the knife over your face.

Your entire body feels charged. You aren’t scared. Not even a little bit. You know that Yoongi would rather ram that knife into his own thigh before accidentally hurting you. You know that he would never cut you, not unless you beg for it. So you trust him with the sharp blade on your face, but you still can’t help but feel charged to the point where you are shaking. To have his big hand wrapped around your throat as the knife is against your skin as you have no way to escape, fills you with aching pleasure.

You try to concentrate. He took that knife from a drawer, which means it must be one of the knives he keeps in his nightstand. You have one in yours as well, but that doesn’t open and close.

Yoongi slides his hand from your throat to the back of your neck, lifting your head like this. It tilts back, revealing your vulnerable throat to the blade. Yoongi flips it and presses the sharp side of it against your skin, making you gasp in surprise.

“Guess. Now”, he orders, voice dark and dangerous. You feel your pussy throb because of it.

“I, I don’t know. The silver one from the nightstand?” you stutter.

“No. Wrong again”, he says and punishes you by dropping your head and replacing the blade with his hand, cutting off just enough of your airflow to turn your body limp in surprised bliss. Your head starts pounding, you feel like moaning out a gag. The knife rests on your tummy as he caresses your skin and basks in the quick movements you do from all the gasping he forces you to do.

“I’m gonna count to five and then let go of your throat and I want your answer by then”, he rasps, lips ghosting over your cheek, “can you do that for me, baby?”

“Yeah”, you croak, brain working overtime to guess right.

“Trust me, it’s gonna be worth it to get it right, so think hard. One….two…” he starts counting, making you tremble in charged desperation.

Yoongi has four knives in his nightstand. One kukri knife with a brown handle, which doesn’t open and close. His cousin gave it to him during one of their missions as teens. A small bowie knife you gave him for his birthday, it opens but was your second guess so you know it to be wrong. One of his customised daggers which opens with a press of a button and doesn’t sound that sharp. That leaves…

“…four and…five”, Yoongi finishes counting and releases your throat.

You gasp for air, arching your back from the rush of blood going back to your head. Yoongi caresses your sides until you calm down enough to talk.

“The black steel one. The s-spanto blade”, you croak.

“Good job, you guessed right”, he says, carrying a smile in his voice.

You bask in the praise with a fluttering heart, grinning proudly.

“It wasn’t even that hard”, you say, making him chuckle.

“Of course not”, he says, caressing your tummy. He moves down your body, dancing his hands down as well until he has your soft thighs under his fingertips. He kneads them, sitting right between your open legs.

You have already figured out by now what reward he was talking about, barely handling the anticipation.

“Fuck baby”, just the tone of his voice makes your pussy throb in desperation, “you’re fucking soaked”, he says and laughs lazily, eyes glued to your wet panties.

“What are you gonna do with me?” you ask him.

“Whatever the fuck I wanna do”, he answers you, hooking his fingers in the fabric just to tug it away from your body and use the blade to cut through it. He rips it off your other leg, throwing it behind himself without looking.

“Yoongi, I loved those panties”, you whine and whimper, chasing something. You have no idea what you were chasing. Maybe his hand, maybe the cold air on your pussy, maybe your lost panties. You just know that all you want to be is to be touched.

“I’ll buy you new ones, just want that pussy”, he dismisses you, lowering himself to you without warning.

You yelp up, almost smothering him if he wasn’t pinning down your hips, growling against your pussy as his lips are wrapped around your clit.

You hadn’t expected that. You expected him to play with you with his fingers, but not for him to bury his tongue between your folds.

“Holy fuck”, you croak out, tugging at the ropes with all you got, “fuck, holy fuck.”

Yoongi growls deeply, looking up at you with furrowed brows and his arms tensed from pinning you down. The rings are making such nice noises as you fight against them, your tits looks so pretty now that you are gasping for air. He knows that your eyes are squeezed shut behind that pretty blindfold, you always do that when he eats you out.

Yoongi is right. All you can do is squeeze your eyes shut and gasp for air. Having him worship your body with his blade left you so riled up. You didn’t even realise just how turned on he got you until he wrapped his lips around your clit. Hot and wet he sucks on the sensitive bundle of nerves until it is throbbing for a break. Yoongi gives it to you in the form of fast licks, the kind which shoots involuntary shakes through your thighs and which make those ropes around your ankles feel like torture. You want to close your legs, throw them over his shoulders, bend them by their knees. Anything other than forcing them to lie and shake without having any kind of control over them.

Yoongi tries to soothe some of that shaking with his hands running down your thighs, using his nails when he dances them back up again. It doesn’t help. It just makes it worse.

“Fuck, you’re so sensitive”, he growls, breaking away from your pussy. He lets the drool drop from his lips, covering your dripping pussy with it, “you’re shaking like crazy.”

You make an embarrassed sound, tugging at the ropes around your legs and failing to move. Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief.

“That was adorable”, he taunts, sticking out his tongue to drag the flat of it through your folds. He starts at your soaked entrance and ends it at your swollen clit. He uses his entire head for it, repeating the movements while his hands pin down your hips again.

“Yoongi please”, you cry out, feeling chills all over your body. You arch your back as best as the ropes allow you to, soaking the blindfold with pearls of your tears.

“Cute” he moans, basking in the aggressive clench your pussy does. He knows that he’s got you close. He knows you. Knows every change your body does when he’s got his hands on it. He knows that a blade against your skin turns you on like nothing else and that he can get you there instantly when he decides to use his tongue on you. He’s a little disappointed that he already has to stop, lifting his head despite his tongue begging for another taste.

You writhe, fighting the ropes. Only now he sees the tears seeping through the blindfold, smiling darkly because of it.

“Please”, you beg, fighting the strong hold he has on your hips.

“What’s wrong?” he asks nonchalantly despite his own shaky breathing. He feels so fucking good when he gets you so riled up. It’s the only rush of power he truly needs.

“Something, g-give me something please.”

“Hm”, he hums and then his hands leave your body.

You listen with a dizzy head. He climbs down from the bed. What you hadn’t expected however, was Yoongi untying the knots on the leg hooks. You wiggle in the newfound freedom, gasping when this earns you his strong grip around your thighs.

“Stay still”, he hisses.

“What are you doing?”

“Making sure you don’t close your legs”, he says and forces your left leg to bend. He holds it into position by your shin, wrapping the rope around it and therefore securing the position.

You moan in excitement, bending your other leg already for him. You love this position so much.

“Good girl”, Yoongi praises, working diligently to make sure you are comfortable but also tied up right. He rounds the bed afterwards, loosening the tautness of your arm ties and grabbing a pillow. He returns to the foot end of the bed, pulling your body right to the end of it until the arm rings hook back into place.

You laugh out a moan, enjoying the manhandling with all your being.

“Hm”, Yoongi chuckles softly, lifting your butt just to place the pillow underneath it. Like this your hips are tilted just right to give him the best view of your pussy.

He drags his palm down your inner thigh, resting it over your pussy. His pointer finger he flicks over your entrance, playing with your juices mindlessly. The desperation in your moans seem to leave him cold.

"You've got the prettiest pussy, baby", he rasps, dancing his finger to your clit to trace her slowly, "I thought of you today. You and your pretty pussy got me faded, baby."

"Yoongi please fuck me", you beg, feeling close to crying in desperation.

"I will", he says and pulls his hand away.

You are back to listening again.

His belt opens. His zipper gets pulled down. Then the distinct sound of slacks being pulled down and hitting the floor. You can barely breathe in excitement. Finally. Fucking finally you’ll get his cock. It’s all you want. Nobody fucks like Yoongi does. You need it so bad.

He steps closer, lying his cock down over your pussy. He slaps it against your clit a few times, making you keen and writhe.

"I can't wait to fill you up", he speaks slowly, letting you know with it that he is suffering from just as much desperation as you do.

He spanks your clit one last time, dragging his cock down your pussy afterwards. One circle over your weeping entrance then he finally pushes inside, letting out a desperate grunt as he does.

You whimper loudly, feeling your toes curl in pleasure. Yoongi fits like no other. The stretch is hot as fire, leaving you lightheaded and addicted to it.

"Almost there baby, your pussy's taking me so well", he lulls, watching with blown-out pupils as his swollen cock sinks into you. You fit so perfectly around him, as if you were made for him. Just for him.

He bottoms out, furrowing his brows as he does. Wet, hot, tight.

"Fuck I'm in", he presses out, "are you-'

"Good", you interrupt him, "Yoongi", you moan your best moan, tugging at the ropes.

"Shit you’re so fucking sexy", he presses out and grips your hips to finally begin moving. He goes slow and makes sure to really draw out the movements, slipping out of you to the very tip of his cock until slipping back inside to the very base. He needs to make sure your pussy remembers the shape of him, while remembering the sensation of your wet walls himself.

Your moans are like music to his ears. He answers them with whispered curses and throaty grunts, staying quieter for the sake of hearing you. Your sounds seriously get him off so good.

He looks at his cock. It glistens in your pussy juices, veins swollen and skin dark from all the blood rushing through him. You are so fucking wet that you managed to dirty his pubes by now too. Good. He wants to be marked by you just as much as he wants to mark you.

Yoongi spits on your clit, eliciting a gasp from you. You giggle his name, making him smile his distinct lazy smirk.

"Keep moaning for me, baby. Wanna hear how good I fuck you", he orders, picking up his spit with his thumb to use it on you. He rubs your clit slowly, timing the movements with his deep thrusts.

"Fuck! Ah, Yoongi!" you moan loudly, arching your back as best as possible. It is a little difficult when your legs are tied and your arms are unable to move. But you still try because all you want to do is writhe.

"Keep going baby. Moan my fucking name", he rasps, speeding up his hips in desperation.

"Yoongi", you moan, "Yoongi, ah Yoongi!"

He's got you trembling and clenching. Your pussy's so sensitive, his cock feels so huge because of it. His thumb is callused and the roughness of it almost feels too much. In the best way possible. His movements remind you just who gets you into such a state. He does. Only he can. Only Yoongi.

"So pretty. You sound so fucking pretty", he growls, "louder baby, louder. Let those bastards downstairs know who fucks you that well."

You totally forgot about everyone else. The moment you set foot in the bedroom, the rest of the organisation was gone from your mind. And now that he reminded you, all you want to do is tell the whole world who owes you to the core.

"Yoongi", you wail, "Yoongi! You fuck me so well. Yoongi!"

"Fuck", he growls and grunts, fighting the urge to close his eyes, "good girl. Such a good fucking girl. You’re my best girl with the best fucking pussy."

He drills his cock into you, keeping you from slipping back with his strong hand twisted in your leg tie. You need the support, he makes sure of that by keeping up the rough rhythm. Like this his balls slap against your ass each time he is deep inside you. Like this you squeak like the prettiest little toy and your pussy sounds so goddamn wet that Yoongi has to look down at her again.

It runs out of you and soaks the pillow, droplets of it are sticking to his dark pubes, his cock's tripping each time he pulls out. He can also feel it cover his balls, chasing the sensation with a circle of his hips each time he is buried to the base inside your wet, tight cunt.

"Take me, fucking take me", Yoongi growls angrily, slamming into you with madness in his movements.

"Yoongi please don’t stop" you beg him, voice contorted in pleasure. The blindfold is so soaked from your tears, your head is pounding unbearably.

"No. I won’t. You belong to me. You should remember that", he spits, writing his name right against your g spot. He pulls out afterwards just to slam into you roughly, pulling you on his cock at the same time and making it feel twice as deep, "you're my pretty girl. Mine", he rasps, "wanna keep fucking your pretty, little pussy."

You are barely human at this point, praying for any kind of strength to keep you alive. Yoongi fucks like a madman tonight. Normally the job drains him way too much for fast fucks. On normal days you get slow and deep fucks or if you want to you can ride him stupid. So to have Yoongi rut into you like a crazy animal steals your sanity from you. Because Yoongi’s a goddamn natural in rough fucks. He just needs to be pissed enough for them, fueled by anger at the world and with boiling rage in his stomach. Only then Yoongi fucks fast and rough, using your pussy to punish his demons and wind down in the process.

You won’t ever complain. You love being his stress ball. That shit feels so fucking good to be.

So good in fact that Yoongi’s next flick of his thumb forces a surprise high out.

"Yoongiii", you scream up, dragging out his last syllable as you shake out of control.

"Shit! Fuck!" Yoongi gasps loudly, hips stuttering in surprise, "shit baby, urgh fuck", he throws his head back, "so fucking tight."

"Yoongi oh god, Yoongi please", you keen. You swear that a part of you dies in that high. And resurrects again a second later when Yoongi slips out of you solely to give your cunt the freedom to squirt all over the pillow. It seeps out of your well-fucked hole, soaking the fabric and own skin.

"Good girl, that’s it. Squirt for me", he rasps, rubbing your overstimulated clit to force even the last drop out of you.

"Yoongi please", you sob, crying the hottest tears. The ropes are way too strong, you can't fight them. Holy shit you are victim to his maddened touch if you wanted to or not, "please honey please ah.."

"It's okay baby, almost there. Almost there", Yoongi soothes you. He circles his thumb and forces those last two convulses out of you. They were terribly stubborn, almost making him believe that they would never want to come out.

You wail and fight the ropes. Yoongi almost feels pity for you, but doesn’t. Not when your pussy looks so happy squirting for him. He is so obsessed with it. It’s the visual proof that only he can fuck you that well, that all those years with you made him an expert in your body. Yoongi feels invincible in those moments.

"Please", you barely get it out, trying to close your legs as best as possible.

"It's okay love. You’re already done", he says softly, abandoning your clit to caress your tummy instead, "see? It wasn’t that bad, was it?"

"Yes it was", you whine, sobbing softly, "I'm, I’m so w-weak now."

Yoongi chuckles, "adorable", he rasps, jerking off his cock lazily.

"Don't laugh at me", you whine, "it's your fault."

"I know, I take the blame completely", he says, bending down just to kiss your tummy, "good job, baby. You’ve done so well", he whispers against your skin.

The praise makes you feel so fuzzy and happy. You did a good job. You were his best girl.

"Can I be rewarded?" you ask shyly.

"Rewarded?" Yoongi lifts his head to look at you.

You open your mouth and stick your tongue out.

"Fuck yes", Yoongi full on moans, squeezing around the base of his cock, "I'm the luckiest fucking bastard, baby. You’re so goddamn perfect."

He climbs on the bed behind your head, hovering his cock over your face. You can smell him so well like this. Sweet like your pussy and addicting like his cock.

You tilt your head back, sticking your tongue out further.

Yoongi curses and cups your cheek just to move your head into his prefered position. Seconds later you feel his cock glide into your mouth. He tastes like you and his own pleasure. Sweet and a little salty. It’s a nice combination because it tastes like a good and satisfying fuck.

"That's it", he rasps and sucks in air through his teeth, "fuck", he releases it again.

Yoongi keeps holding your face, using his other hand to support his cock. He rocks back and forth slowly, watching in delight as your lips move around his girth.

"Good girl, the best girl", he rasps and scrunches his nose in bliss, "fuck baby."

You moan around his cock, basking in the sensations like a hungry animal. You love getting your face fucked by your husband. His cock tastes so goddamn good.

He laughs lazily and rolls his hips deeper, hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. You whimper happily, welcoming him with a tingling stomach.

"So good, that’s so good", he lulls with a dizzy head.

His fingers slip from your face to trace your throat instead. He feels it bulge each time he bottoms out, basking in the sensation of your gag and the happy moan that follows. He can feel his balls rub against your face, cursing them for being so goddamn heavy and sensitive. If they weren’t, he wouldn't have to shiver each time he feels your nose against them or the softness of the blindfold.

You moan around him again, throat tight and wet and oh so warm.

"Seriously", he hisses, eyes falling closed, "I'm close baby", he croaks out and finally moans. He doesn’t care that he overshadows your sounds. He feels them around his cock nonetheless and he needs to let those sounds out before he goes insane. Holding back as he fucked your pussy was bearable but not this. Not fucking your face. It feels like fucking paradise and Yoongi needs to moan.

Somehow you seem to begin meeting his movements because of his moans, sucking on his cock as if your life depended on it. Your husband has the sexiest voice, crafted especially for moans. You love when he lets go and lets them out.

"I'm really fucking close", he croaks, breath trembling and throat rattling in a deep moan. He is throbbing inside you, dripping down your throat. Every movement feels like sweet torture, his balls are so fucking tight that he could explode.

You encourage him with a sweet moan, sending the vibrations of it all through his body. You need his cum so bad.

"Baby", Yoongi growls loudly and pulls out just to fucking abuse his cockhead with rapid jerks of his hand, "baby now", he moans deliciously, thrusting his hips against nothing as his cock squirts all over your face. He is shaking like crazy, head thrown back and cock fucking his own hand.

You love this so much, welcoming the warm facial with your tongue sticking out and your eyes producing happy tears.

Yoongi comes down with a graphic curse, slacking and falling on his butt right behind you.

"Holy shit", he croaks, panting heavily.

You mewl and tilt your head back. With one lick your lips are cleaned. You swallow happily, making Yoongi purr deeply.

"You're so sexy", he rasps, "fuck baby, give me a moment. I'll free you."

Yoongi opens your hand ties first, soothing your wrists with soft kisses.

"Good girl", he praises, “does anything hurt, baby?”

“No, it’s just a little sore, but it’s not bad.”

“Okay. I’ll massage them for you later, promise”, he says, kissing each of your wrists once more before moving on to your legs.

He cuts through the ropes. That's what he does. He uses the knife to cut the ropes and it is glorious.

"Really? Again?" you laugh, "we lost so much rope already because of you.”

"I'm too lazy. I can’t be bothered", he says in a chuckle, helping you move your legs to stretch them out and get them relaxed again.

"Mhhm honey, that’s nice", you sigh.

"That's good. You did really well with the ties", he praises, setting your legs down so they were tangling over the edge of the bed.

He pulls the ruined pillow from under you, throwing it on the ground.

"That one's ruined", he says.

"It's your fault", you throw back, making him chuckle.

"I know, I don’t feel guilty", he says, pulling you into a sitting position to take off your blindfold.

You have to blink a few times to get used to the new freedom. When his face finally appears out of the blurriness, he is smiling. He cups your cheeks, wiping your tears away.

"You cried."

"It felt so good", you answer him, making his eyes soften.

"My pretty girl", he whispers, tilting your head up for a sweet kiss.

You feel so giddy, melting in his hands like a chocolate drop in the sun.

Yoongi breaks the kiss just to continue gazing at you.

"Thank you", he whispers.

"For what?" you whisper back, holding his waist.

"For taking my mind off of today. I seriously wanted to set the whole world on fire."

"Don't. You know I’m always here when you need me", you say, making his eyes sparkle in adoration.

"And I'm here whenever you need me, baby. You can count on me. You know that, don’t you?" he whispers, resting his forehead against yours.

"I know", you promise him, reaching up to twist his hair just to make sure he doesn’t leave, "I know baby, I know."

Yoongi nods his head and caresses your temples, letting you know that he is so, so grateful for everything you do but most of all for your existence.

"Fuck", he exhales deeply, "now all I gotta do is go down and face them. Shit, I don’t wanna. I don’t know what to tell them."

"Then don’t. Take a bath with me, let me take a look at the cuts and forget about them for tonight. Sleep. Rest. I promise you'll think of something. There's still tomorrow."

"I guess you’re right."

"I'm always right", you say, making him chuckle and peck your forehead.

"You're lucky I love you", he whispers with a smile.

"I love you too", you say with a grin, standing up just to pull him into a kiss as you guide him to the ensuite bathroom.

And Yoongi follows gladly, forgetting all about the messy future waiting for him tomorrow.

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lemmetreatya · 2 years ago

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eren secretly uses your cocoa butter thinking you wouldn’t know but one day you smell it on him 👁👄👁

LOOOOL 😭😭 this boy would be sneaking in all your creams and hair products thinking you wouldn’t know but how he think he can mask the smell of castor oil and cocoa butter likeboy come on 😭

All you planned on doing was getting yourself a bag of plantain chips but it’s when you randomly passed by Eren that you were stopped in your tracks.

“Yo…”

Sniffing the air, you walked back in Eren’s direction. The brunette could only look at you weirdly, unaware of what was bothering you.

“What?”

He side glanced you as you started sniffing at him, your face finding itself between his neck. With a raised expression, Eren grinned down at you, his hands automatically finding their way to your ass.

“What you tryna get a piece of this, mamas?”

Ignoring his comment, your sniffing halted before you pulled away and contorted your face in candor.

“Eren.”

“Babe?”

You sniffed him again before prying away with an even more upset expression.

“You’ve been using my fucking cocoa butter!”

The man’s eyes widened as he looked to the sides with guilt.

“Uhh—”

“Don’t lie to me!”

There was a small whine that emitted from Eren’s throat as he slid himself out of your grip. Suddenly, he was acting all soft.

“I’m soooorrrrry. It smelt nice and I wanted to try.” He pouted.

You threw your arms up in exasperation.

“Why were you sniffing around my products, Ren! You know them shits expensive.”

Eren pouted even more now as he bent his head in shame before quickly bringing it up as he remembered a point.

“It’s because I smelt it on you first! Then… I tried a few of them to see which one it was—But I promise I didn’t waste none! It was just a lil’ dab.”

“A lil dab?” You raised your eyebrows at him. That definitely was not the smell of just ‘a lil dab’.

Eren stretched his lips into a duck pout as he looked up at the ceiling to avoid your gaze. Once he looked back down to see your expression was still expectant of an answer he groaned.

“Okay, maybe a handful, but it was one time!”

Seeing how culpable the man looked you could only sigh. You couldn’t even stay made at him for long.

“Whatever. Just… don’t play in it again! If you wanna do that get your own.”

Knowing he’d gotten off the hook, Eren grinned widely as he pulled you closer to him again.

“Okay, promise! No more cocoa butter testing.”

He pressed a quick kiss to the edge of your temple despite your light reluctance.

“Although, I might buy a bottle of my own if it gets you to smell at me like that.” He cooed, which caused you to playfully roll your eyes.

#eren x reader #eren jeager #eren x black reader #eren yeager #aot

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evansbby · 3 years ago

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Poyt Steve and omega have fucked in his football changing room at least once, right?! Like idk maybe he has a lucky charm that he always brings with him on game days but he forgot it in their bedroom that one day, so omega being the perfect (unofficial as of yet) wifey brings it to him, and Steve is always ready and revved up for his omega so he just pounces and starts fucking her right then and there 😵‍💫. Not even caring when his team mates start walking in 😵‍💫

Bucky just tryna get dressed for the football game and having to witness his secret crush getting fucked real good and real feral by his bestie 👁👄👁

Oh of course they have! I wish POYT had more parts and I could write a full version of this into a chapter, but for now a drabble will do! (also lmao @ Bucky, forever cursed to watch from the sidelines whilst his not so secret crush gets wrecked by Steve 😌😌)

Warnings: smut, daddy kink, semi-public sex, humiliation, a/b/o dynamics, dirty talk, (please excuse my lack of American football knowledge)

“Hey, Rogers! Your little girlfriend’s here!”

You cringe when one of the jocks loudly announces your arrival. Honestly, the guy couldn’t have been any louder — and now there’s about five pairs of alpha eyes leering at you as you slowly walk through the changing room.

They don’t dare say anything (unless they want to face Steve’s wrath) but many of them stare at you unabashedly. It doesn’t help that they’re in various stages of undress. Heat rises to your face when you see multiple shirtless bodies, and you squeak and cover your eyes when you think you see someone’s actual penis…

You find Steve moments later, taping his wrists whilst simultaneously lecturing another player; a guy you recognise to be a freshman like yourself.

“Next time I see you fumble a pass, and you’re through, Jenson. You got that? I don’t wanna see them chant butter-fingers at you again, alright? Not on my fucking watch.”

“Yes, got it, Cap!” The guy — you think his name is Jake — vows. And then he spots you, his already mischievous face smirking as he eyes you up and down.

Steve follows his gaze, turning around to see you. There’s a split second where his features soften, before he’s frowning and looking at Jake again.

“Get your fucking eyes off my girlfriend, Jenson.” Steve snaps, “And get out of my sight before I bench you for the whole game.”

The younger man doesn’t need to be told twice, his eyes glued to the floor as he hurries off to a different part of the changing rooms. You bite your lip, shuffling over to Steve who looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Omega. What are you doing here?” He asks as he sits back down on the bench, patting his leg and looking up at you expectantly. Cheeks burning, you debate whether it would be appropriate to sit on Steve’s lap when there’s so many others in such close vicinity.

You don’t get a choice, however, before your alpha grabs you and tugs you over, manoeuvring you till you’re straddling him, skirt riding up and your core against his crotch, making you squeak.

Steve smirks nudging his nose against yours as his hands meander down to grab your ass and give it a squeeze, “Hey.”

“H-Hey.” You stutter, heart soaring when he kisses you. It’s insane the effect he still has on you, how his scent combined with his touch is currently making you light-headed.

“I… uh… you forgot your lucky jersey.” You say quickly, lest he keep kissing you and make you forget the reason you came here to begin with. Shaky hands fumbling inside your tote bag, you pull out his old jersey, the one with all the holes. “I thought I’d bring it for you.”

Steve looks at you with an unreadable expression on his face, taking the jersey from you and fingering the soft material in his hands, “How do you know this is my lucky jersey?”

You blink up at him. Why would you not know? “B-Because you always take it with you to your games. But you never wear it because you always wear your captain’s jersey.” (You know this because you do Steve’s laundry) “And this one… it has holes in it and it’s old — but you still keep it. So I assumed it was lucky—”

Steve cuts you off with a fevered kiss that has your heart racing and swelling at the same time. Oh, how you love it when he kisses you! It gives you a thrill each time, and makes your heart skip a beat.

“You’re just a little mini housewife already, aren’t you baby?” Steve teases, kissing from your lips to across your jaw and then down your neck, “Taking care of your alpha. You’re right — it’s my lucky jersey. But I couldn’t find it today.”

You squirm. You’re too shy to tell him that you use his old jersey to cuddle with, and you keep it folded up in your nest along with about five other articles of his clothing.

“I think you deserve a reward, sweet omega. For being such a perfect little wife for your alpha.” Steve squeezes your ass again, making you whimper into his chest, too scared to look up because you know his teammates are all in very close vicinity, “And I think daddy needs a little stress relief before the game…”

You don’t get much say in what happens next. But somehow you find yourself pinned against the lockers, skirt lifted up and panties stowed away in Steve’s pocket (“my other good luck charm” he’d said). His dick, hard and angry, is nudging against your wet folds.

“St-Steve, we can’t! They’re watching!” You whimper, hiding your head in his shoulder because you know some of the other alphas are undoubtedly watching or listening. But at the same time, you can’t help but hump against him, creating friction and wanting him inside you.

“Ignore them, baby. They’re just jealous because they all want you. But none of them can have you, you’re too perfect and pure for them. Daddy’s little baby, came all the way here to give me my jersey, didn’t you?”

You nod, “Y-Yeah. Was kinda scared.”

Steve almost busts a nut at that, “Oh yeah, baby girl? How come?”

“D-Don’t like big crowds. Scary.” You mumble truthfully, not understanding why his eyes grow darker and his dick harder at your words.

“Scary, huh?” Steve groans as he enters you, and you let out a gasp at the same time, “Don’t worry, sweet omega. Daddy’s got you. You’re gonna make your daddy feel real good, aren’t you? Forget the scary crowd outside and just focus on how good daddy’s gonna fuck you.”

And he does fuck you good. So hard and precise that the lockers behind you bang with each heavy thrust. And you don’t even have the capacity to feel embarrassed, because the feel of your walls squeezing around his big dick has you practically crying. You don’t even hear the cheering and leering from the other alphas.

“Atta boy, Cap!”

“Fuck her good, Rogers!”

“Damn, I wish my girl came to wish me luck like this…”

“D-Daddy, they’re all watching!” You whine, practically going dumb as Steve fucks you like you’re a rag doll, hoisted up in his arms and crying out with each slam of his hips.

“Let ‘em watch, baby. They’re just jealous they’ll never get to fuck the sweetest omega pussy on campus. Because you’re mine, sweet girl. My fuckin’ property. So just ignore them.”

You obey, trying your hardest to do just that. And it’s not too hard when Steve’s making you see stars, one of his hands slipping down to rub at your clit, circling around it and pinching the sensitive bundle of nerves before giving your button three lewd slaps in quick succession.

“Ah! Oh fuck, daddy! Fuck!”

You grip onto his muscular biceps, nails digging into his pale skin and leaving dots of scarlet in their wake. You moan when he licks at his mark on your mating gland, teeth grazing against it and making your legs turn to jelly.

The next time you open your eyes, you meet cold blue ones that stare at you from behind Steve’s back. Immediately your blood runs cold.

Bucky.

With a soft gasp, you bury your head in Steve’s neck, scrunching your eyes shut and willing the other alpha away. How long had he been watching?

“Steve!” Bucky suddenly calls out, his eyes locked on yours, “Coach is calling you.”

“Goddamit. Gimme a few minutes.” Steve grunts, hips pistoning into your poor, used pussy at record speed. “Mm, fuck baby, you’re so tight just for daddy, aren’t you?”

You hate how you whimper and tighten against him, ashamed because Bucky’s still there, still watching. But Steve’s dick feels so good, and you feel your high approaching anyways.

“Fuck, baby. I can feel your little baby pussy tightening against my daddy dick. You gonna give daddy your cream, huh baby? Gonna give daddy his good luck charm? Sit and watch my game with my cum dripping from between your legs?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” You cry, cockdrunk and Bucky forgotten, you tighten your legs around Steve’s waist, “Fuck daddy, yes!”

“That’s my good girl. My little wife. So perfect for me. You made daddy so happy today, baby. Now it’s my turn to make you happy. Daddy’s gonna give you a baby now, alright omega? And then I’m gonna go win this fucking game. Now stay still while daddy fills you up.”

The end. 🫣😵‍💫 please tell me what you think!

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #x reader #poyt drabble #Chris evans #chris evans x reader #KADHWJXJSKJSIWJS TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK PLS #dark steve rogers #anon #poyt ask

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7ken3 · 3 years ago

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GIVING THEM HEAD PRANK

character(s); fushiguro toji, geto suguru, gojo satoru, kamo choso, nanami kento

tw; gn!reader, not smut but nsfw i can say so MINORS DNI

notes; watched a video on fb and was quite inspired to write this since i’m curious how they’d react hehe

navigation; master list

(nsfw below the cut, MINORS DNI)

# FUSHIGURO TOJI

A smirk plasters on his lips, watching as you slowly get on your knees while gathering your hair to the back

God how quick was he to imagine what would happen after this, this man is filthy in the head smh

His smirk drops the moment he sees you laying on the floor with your eyes closed

He just leans forward and stares at you with slightly furrowed eyebrows, his mouth slightly agape in disbelief

Honestly he doesn't know how to react back to it, should he do back the same? Should he ignore it? He's feeling so many things right now

So, he continues to stare with the same reaction until you become aware that a pair of eyes were pointing at you

And when you open them up, you're met with a 👁👄👁 face

Rolls his eyes when he sees you laughing at him before getting up, a small groan leaving his lips as he enters the kitchen

"You're not getting away with that, doll."

# GETO SUGURU

He lets out a laugh before opening his legs for you, watching as you look up at him, a little doe eyed

The raven can't help but to wonder what you’re up to since you two had to go somewhere

He gently caresses your cheek before patting your head, he then sinks into the couch, causing you to grin back at him cause you know what’s about to happen next

Even took out his hair tie and offered you his one, which you kinda ignored it and still went down (he doesn't know since he has his eyes closed)

Kinda sensed that something wasn't right as you would've done something by now

But the moment he sees you, you were by the dustbin throwing a tissue, he falls back on the couch, heaving out a sigh

kinda yelling in his head like NOOOO HOW DID YOU FALL FOR THAT???

"Ah ah, you owe me one later."

# GOJO SATORU

He acknowledges you when you enter the room with a hum, your feet shuffling along the tiles while his eyes focuses on the moving figure on screen

The moment he glances at you briefly, he had to do a double take at where you were standing (or should i say, kneeling) right now

Kinda takes him a short moment to gather himself as a lustful chuckle escapes his lips

He automatically manspreads himself this mf is shameless

And finally! He closes his eyes, sighing at how he could have a short break from winning his match

And unexpectedly for his win he gets to enjoy the feeling of your hands holding onto his thighs

But when he doesn't sense any more action, he peers down, only to see you charging your phone under his table

Lets out a groan while kinda tossing his hands in frustration, but sooner or later a smirk plasters itself on his face

"Aw man... That's not fair. Give me one while I'm playing?"

# KAMO CHOSO

PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO HIM

He was just there, sitting on bed while scrolling through his phone

When you suddenly arrive, not saying anything and simply just got on your knees, then proceed to start to 😲😐😲😐 at yourself to 'warm up' your jaw???

You've never heard him hitch his breath this loud for oral before

And when he decides to lean down to press a kiss on your forehead?

Ngl you feel bad for what's going to happen to him 😭😭

So you did what you had to do, caressing his knees, have his legs separated.

He was WHIPPED

And you leaned in, finally — to pull the blanket over under his arm

His shoulders now slumped, his phone tossed aside as he rubs his nape

"Oh...I thought you wanted to... nevermind."

# NANAMI KENTO

Just got home from work and is by the edge of the bed, tie and button undone

Seeing you in his favorite outfit (his button up), his face heats up, pink dusting the tip of his ears and cheeks

He watches you with widened eyes as you knelt before him, a smile playing on your lips upon seeing his reaction

Lets you spread his leg apart, since he doesn't know exactly what to do considering his brain is BRRRR right now

So, slowly he leans back on the edge of the bed, his elbow supporting him while the other runs through his hair

He barely sees anything, and he wonders why nothing's happened yet — until he sees you grinning with a phone in hand

Immediately hides his face in his hand or cushion beside him, groaning into it

Conclusion: horny frustration

"Seriously Y/n, don't you have anything else better to do?"

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justyouraveragecsmfan · 2 years ago

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"Soo, how much do you love me? "

Characters : Asa Mitaka, Denji, Yoshida, Yoru

Warning : spoilers for Chainsaw Man 2

Asa Mitaka

Asa frowns at your seemingly innocent question. Was it a test? Were you questioning your relationship? Did she not show how much she loves you properly? Are you-

"Asa?? "

".. Why are you asking this so suddenly..? "

"Hmm no reason, kinda like those romance scenes in movies yknow? "

Asa cringed. Did you really expect her to say something cheesy like, "I love you more than anything~" or something equally cliché? Nope, there's no way she would. Nuh-uh. Never.

So she decided to counter back

"Why don't you tell me first? How much do you love me? ", she tried to make it sound aloof but the curiosity behind her eyes was evident.

"Hmm.. I love you enough to never get tired of your kisses, and more than enough to be with you forever!! "

Asa's cheeks flushed red as she glared at you.

"Ugh..you're so embarrassing, how can you say such stuff in public?"

"Hehe.. So can I get a kiss? "

"What? Noijustsaidwe'reinpublic!"

She'll still link arms with you, acting as discreet as possible, while avoiding the knowing looks you give her.

Denji

"Huh?", Denji's heart fluttered. "Wait d'ya want an exact number or something? "

"Noo Denji, just an example or something I guess"

Denji scrunches up his eyebrows in deep thought as he mulls it for a while, before finally responding, looking down at your hand as he softly traces your fingers with his.

" I'm not like, completely sure y'know. I love ya s'much, just being with you is.. Idk calming. But I promise I'll be with you, no matter what happens. "

You both smile softly at each other before Denji leans in, pecking you on the lips before giggling.

"Well at least I love ya enough to study that fucking boring chemistry with ya tomorrow. I'll get a good grade for you on Monday's test, jus' wait and see! "

".. Denji we have a History test on Monday.. "

"Oh"

Yoshida

"Hm? "

Yoshida simply stares at you, his smile unmoving, but you could swear you saw his lips twitch in amusement as he leans closer to you.

"I'm not sure, how much do you think I love you though?"

The glint behind his eyes was as clear as day. You huffed.

"It was a mistake to assume you would even answer straight, forget it, I-"

Yoshida suddenly chuckled before leaning in to kiss you on the cheek.

"It's a secret."

You narrowed your eyes. "So you won't tell me. "

"If I did, it wouldn't be a secret, who knows, I might be too embarrassed to expose my inner thoughts like this"

"....Now I'm not sure I would wanna hear the thoughts of someone with the creepiest smile I've ever seen"

Yoshida chuckled again, looking at you fondly. Maybe he was really a bit embarrassed to say it outright, but it's fine as long as he still gets to spend time with you.

Yoru

"I love you enough not to turn you into a weapon, especially after a question like that idiot. "

You : 👁👄👁 👍

#chainsaw man #csm #csm x reader #csm headcanons #csm spoilers #asa mitaka #denji #yoru csm #denji/reader #asa/reader #yoru/reader #yoshida csm #yoshida/reader #my fics ✨

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moonhoures · 3 years ago

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how enhypen would react to their admirer giving them gifts

— heeseung

- would be so caught off guard

- you would go to hand him a ramen voucher you got from your favorite convenience store, and he would look at you like a confused deer in headlights. literally this: 👁👄👁

- “why are you giving this to me?”

- “well, i know you like ramen a lot, so i figured i would give it to you. you can buy two cups of ramen and get a third one free 🙂”

- would probably fall in love with you right then and there tbh

- but fr though he would smile sweetly and thank you for the voucher. he would tell you to have a good day, and your heart would falter, thinking that was it?

- but fear not! ☝🏻 because a light bulb would go off in heeseung’s brain and he would turn back to you

- “would you like to get some ramen later then? with me? we can share the voucher.”

- you on the inside: 🗣💘✨

- you on the outside: “sure!” 🙂👍🏻

— other members under the cut!

— jay

- would look at you like: 😐

- not because he’s ungrateful or anything but because he genuinely doesn’t understand why you’re giving him something. like what did he do to deserve it? it’s not even his birthday? 🤔

- you held out the small box and told him to open it, patiently waiting while so many thoughts ran through his head

- he would open the box to reveal a sleek black bracelet with a charm on it of a blue jay

- his eyebrows would pull together making him kind of look like this: 🥺

- “i saw the blue jay charm and thought about you, so i figured i would gift it to you.”

- he would have to look away to hide the tears brimming in his eyes because he can’t have people seeing him about to cry over a gift 🙄

- “thanks, _______. really, this is a nice gift. i’ll have to go get something for you in return.”

- “you don’t have t-“

- “nope. i’ve already got an idea of what i’m getting. i’ll bring it tomorrow 😊”

— jake

- he would be so happy to see you, but his head would tilt with curiosity when you had your hands behind your back

- “hey, jake, what did you say your favorite drink was?”

- would look at you like this emoji: 🤨

- “uh, grape soda . . . why?”

- “well, you’re in luck! because i was getting a drink from the machine and it jammed. this came out with my drink. so i figured i would give it to you. 😁”

- you hold out the can of grape soda to him, making his face light up

- “thanks, ______! you’re the best!”

- your heart would flutter at his words, and you would watch him crack open the can happily

- “well, i don’t want to bother you. so i’ll see you later.”

- “you’re not bothering me,” he would pout, “here, come sit with me.”

- your heart as you sat down beside him: ❤️💥✨❤️💥✨❤️💥✨❤️💥✨

— sunghoon

- he would be chilling by himself, listening to music in his earphones when you tapped him on the shoulder

- he would look up at you with wide eyes, slowly removing his earphones

- “oh, hey _______. what’s up?”

- “not much. i just, uh- i was out shopping the other day and saw something that reminded me of you, so i wanted to give it to you . . . here you go.”

- you held out the small toy keychain of a penguin holding a heart between its flippers

- his eyes would twinkle as he carefully took the cute accessory from your hands

- “awh, it’s cute. thanks.”

- you told him you were welcome and watched with a racing heart as he wordlessly reached into his pocket

- his keys jingled in his hand as he pulled them out and looked for a good spot for the new addition

- his nimble fingers attached the penguin to his keyring, and he smiled that dimpled grin you fell for in the first place

— sunoo

- his eye smile would make you want to melt faster than the ice cream cones in your hands

- “_______! i feel like i haven’t seen you in forever ☹️”

- “sunoo, i saw you this morning 🧍🏻‍♀️”

- he would simply pout at you and roll his eyes, letting you sit across from him at the table he was seated at

- “i know you like ice cream, but two cones? really?”

- you would narrow your eyes at him, trying to hide the nervousness you were experiencing, “i actually got this one for you.”

- you hold out the cone with two scoops of mint chocolate chip ice cream in it, making his judgmental gaze turn into a soft one

- “really?”

- “yes, now take it before it melts on my hand,” you chuckle

- your chest would erupt with butterflies when his fingertips graze your hand and he eye smiled at you again

- “you’re always so sweet to me, _______!”

— jungwon

- he would be so . . . awkward 🥺

- you didn’t mean to startle him, but you approached him from behind quietly, making him jump and gasp softly when you spoke his name suddenly

- “i’m sorry, jungwon! i didn’t mean to scare you!”

- “no, it-it’s fine,” he would laugh nervously, hand clutching his chest as he turned to you, “uh, did you need something, ________?”

- “yes, i- well, no, but i had something to give to you.”

- “give? to me?”

- you nod hopefully, making his eyes avoid your gaze, “um, okay.”

- he held out his hand awkwardly, eyes widening when you placed a small, potted succulent in the palm of his hand. he looked up at you with confusion.

- “i remembered you saying that your cactus passed away a while back and your other one was lonely, so i got him a friend. you can name them if you’d like.”

- he literally wouldn’t know what to do or say. he’s so touched, but he’s never been abruptly gifted anything like this before.

- “________,” he blurted out.

- “y-yes?”

- “no, that’s- that’s what i’m naming it. after the friend who gave it to me.”

- cue you screaming and squealing on the inside 💔

— niki

- “whatcha doin’?”

- you whipped around, hurriedly covering the gift you had for him in your bag, “you scared me!”

- “sorry,” niki laughed, still trying to peek into your bag, “what are you hiding? is it for me?”

- “yes, but- oh, whatever. you ruined the surprise anyways,” you sighed, making him frown mockingly at you.

- “it’s not my fault you were looking at the secret gift out in the open. here, i’ll close my eyes.”

- he closed his eyes and held out his hand, a dumb grin on his lips as he waited for you to place the gift in his palm

- you rolled your eyes and chuckled, taking the gift and putting it in his hand

- he opened one eye, then the other. his jaw dropped, “_______-“

- “i hope that’s the right one. i know you had mentioned you needed one more CD to complete your Michael Jackson collection, and- oof!”

- you weren’t sure if you were more shocked by niki interrupting you or the fact that he did it by hugging you. he never hugged you.

- “uh, you’re welcome,” you laughed nervously, patting his back before he pulled away to stare at the CD again

- “thank you! this is the last one i needed. where did you find it?”

- “eBay?”

- “ugh, why didn’t i think to check there. thanks again, _______! this is better than all my birthday gifts this year!”

- you swelled with pride watching his star-filled eyes looking at the gift in his hands

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indiaalphawhiskey · 2 years ago

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fake love for an hour or so 👁👄👁

Ah, my failed attempt at a ballet fic! Here you go, love!

🩰 Fake Love (For An Hour Or So)

Louis Tomlinson, the ABC’s wunderkind danseur, is finally back in New York after his three year long stint with Pacific Northwest Ballet, and rumour has it he’s choreographing a dance for this year’s Academy recital. The timing of his return, however, is really quite peculiar - it comes right on the tail of Tomlinson’s ex-boyfriend and former Academy classmate Sacha Gaspard’s engagement to ABC’s director Lucien Powell.

Unbeknownst to all, this is Louis’ last ditch effort to win Sacha back, and though Sacha pretends not to be the least bit interested, Louis knows better - the sight of Louis chasse-ing in his tights has always been enough to stir any pot, especially one he’s dipped his finger in before. But when an entire month in close quarters has passed without any headway, Louis begins to get desperate. Luckily, there’s a sweet little aspiring soloist by the name of Harry Styles that seems all too willing to be Louis’ arm candy. It seems heartbreak is inevitable now - but for who?

And, just for fun, a little snippet too!

God, a cigarette. What he would give to have a cigarette right no–

“Ow!” Louis yelled – more from surprise than pain – as his body collided harshly with the absolute dufus that decided smack-dab in the middle of the quad would be a good place to just stop.

Louis snapped his head upward, an irritated reprimand ready on the tip of his tongue, when the dufus in question wobbled precariously close to the edge of the large fountain, his arms flapping outward awkwardly, desperately trying to regain his balance. Reflexively, Louis reached out and snatched him by the elbow, pulling him back a couple of steps lest he tumble head first into the dirty water.

“Steady there, Bambi,” Louis quipped, smirking as he watched him fumble still, though his feet were flat on the concrete.

“Sorry about that,” the apology came out muffled, what with the dark curtain of curls shielding Bambi’s face, his head still turned down in embarrassment. “I’d say it doesn’t happen often but that would be a lie.” Louis could hear the sheepish smile in his voice, before he offered up a shy shrug.

Then, as if in slow motion, the stranger finally peeked up at Louis, his eyes going comically rounder with every inch he lifted his head – an exact replica of the way his mouth had fallen open.

Louis barely had time to raise an eyebrow in question when Bambi let out a squeak.

“O-oh my God,” he stuttered, and Louis was a little alarmed by how red his cheeks were right now. Was this boy alright? “You’re – you’re Louis Tomlinson,” he breathed, and the blatant awe in his voice made Louis want to laugh.

Ah, he thought with a nod. A dancer. (Only a dancer would ever say his name like that – like he might be as famous as George Clooney or those kids from that One Direction band his sisters were always screaming about.)

“So, you’re a dancer,” Louis repeated aloud, smirking as he crossed his arms over his chest.

And though he still looked dreadfully embarrassed, Bambi managed a slow grin, his green eyes twinkling.

“What gave me away?” he asked, ambling back a few steps to where he had left his bags, his long, gangly legs like jelly, knees buckling at odd angles like he had only just learned to walk. “My stellar coordination?”

Louis chuckled amusedly at that.

“Everything but,” he deadpanned.

Bambi didn’t seem the least bit offended, sticking his tongue out at Louis playfully.

Charm, a winning smile, and a deadly pair of dimples. Honestly, if Louis was still in Seattle (or anywhere but here really) he’d be so, supremely fucked. Thankfully, that was not the case, though Louis made sure his mind didn’t wander too far in that direction either – there would be enough time to obsess over the incumbent mischief he was about to wreak later.

He shook his head to clear it just as Dimples shouldered his duffle bag.

“‘S my first day and I’m super nervous,” he admitted, cheeks pinkening slightly again. He bit his lip, and it really shouldn’t have struck Louis as adorable, but it did.

“You’ll be fine,” Louis scoffed easily, striding towards him.

He nodded, and blew out a nervous breath. “Any advice?” he asked.

Louis tipped his head to the side, making a show of trying to think. After a long moment, he nodded once, like he had finally settled on something sage and important. He sidled up close then, thoroughly enjoying the obvious hitch in Dimples’ breath as Louis raised himself on his tiptoes.

“Try to stay on your feet,” he whispered tauntingly, tapping Dimples’ chest twice. Louis lowered himself on flat feet, throwing a soft chuckle over his shoulder as he walked away swiftly, immeasurably pleased at the bright, burning blush that had settled on Bambi’s cheeks once again.

#Fake Love fic #iaw ballet WIP #iaw ballet drabble #iaw drabble #iaw ask #iaw anonymous #WIP title game

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jungwoniics · 3 years ago

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all night long. — OT7

↦ pairing: ot7 / ot7 x reader

↦ synopsis: when you want to pull an all-nighter to revise for your exams

↦ genre: fluff

↦ rating: pg

↦ w/c: 0.7k+

↦ warnings: none

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≡;- ꒰ ° 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚 . ꒱

suddenly calls you while you’re doing your work

“y/n? why are you still awake?” “you called me, though” 🤨🤨

“no but i was expecting you not to answer because that would mean you’re asleep ☹️”

heeseung… ???

“ok point is… you better go to bed within the next 5 mins or i’m going there and tucking you in” 😡😡

heeseung, i would stay up for another 5 mins just so you will come and tuck me in 🤭🤭

no because he’s just worried that you won’t get enough rest before your test tomorrow ☹️🥺

#bestboyfriend #youcouldnever /hj 😆😆

you were already in bed scrolling through your phone when you hear the sound of your window opening 🪟

you quickly drop your phone and closed your eyes, knowing who it was 👁👄👁

you feel his hand caress your hair gently as he kisses your cheek softly

“sweet dreams, baby” ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

≡;- ꒰ ° 𝗝𝗔𝗬 . ꒱

he knew you were going to stay up studying even before you told him #jaysspecialability

comes knocking on your window at 11PM with a box of goodies in his hands 😋😋

“what are you doing here?” you feel guilty that your bf is still up just to accompany you ☹️🥺

“i’m making sure you don’t tire yourself out just before the exam, duh 🤨”

his eyebrow raise will be the death of you ❤️‍🩹

just sits next to you, feeding you while you study 🥺😻😻

occasionally helps you when he can

≡;- ꒰ ° 𝗝𝗔𝗞𝗘 . ꒱

would stay up to study with you (1)

he’s knocking on your window as early as 9PM and guess what he brought???

his physics book if you hadn’t guessed 😭😭

you’re lying on your bed while he’s lying on the floor as the both of you study

and you’re listening to the spotify playlist he had created just for occasions like these 🎶❤️‍🔥

who’s the best boyfriend/study partner? jake. 😻😻

≡;- ꒰ ° 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡 . ꒱

keeps bothering you (1)

he’s been standing in front of your mirror for the past 5 mins

“i look so handsome” 😆🔫

he sits next to you and watches you do your revision

“y/n, aren’t you tired” “no, hoon”

“y/n, don’t i look handsome” “yes, sunghoon.”

^^ the exact conversation literally happens every few mins 🤭

sunghoon, you are incredibly handsome but please let your s/o do their revision in peace 😭🙏🏼🙏🏼

≡;- ꒰ ° 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗢𝗢 . ꒱

drops by your house at midnight with an entire box of snacks yum 😋😋

BUT WAIT. the snack aren’t for you ☹️

“excuse me? who said i brought them for you 🙄💅🏼”

gosh sunoo, can’t you spare just one packet of crackers ☹️😭💔

will go on a private tour of your room uninvited

stops at your mirror and goes “gosh, my cuteness and handsomeness is on another level” 😆🔫

sunoo, i agree 💯

you wonder if he’s just here to tease you 😅😅 but he’s really here to keep you company while you study ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

≡;- ꒰ ° 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢𝗡 . ꒱

would stay up to study with you (2)

you’re both on call with one another since you live quite a distance from each other 📱

“y/n, do you want to play a game” 🤨🤨

“what game” “whoever completes five math problems last has to pay for food on our next date 😏😏”

you’re afraid since your bee eff is really good at math but you accept his terms

and so the ‘game’ begins.

“y/n, what question are you on”

he keeps asking you that while you were busy completing your last two questions 🤭

“OMG IM DONE AHA! 😱😆”

jungwon has the widest grin on his face as he watches you happily celebrating your success 🤓

“well, i guess i’ll be paying on our next date” 🤷‍♂️ he glances at the piece of paper in front of him with his solutions to the 5 questions

yes, he had gone easy on you BUT! to be fair, which gentleman would make their girlfriend pay for their food on a date, right? 🤨

jungwon best bf fr. ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

≡;- ꒰ ° 𝗡𝗜𝗞𝗜 . ꒱

keeps bothering you (2)

“y/n, do you want to play with me?” “sorry riki, i’m busy right now.”

“y/n, are you done studying yet?” “no, not yet.”

“y/n, will you play with me now?”

he gives you puppy eyes as if begging for you to entertain him 🥺🥺

“a couple more minutes, riki 😁☝️☝️”

“fine” his sigh is so loud it makes you laugh 😆🔫

“alright alright, i’ll play with you now” sorry, you couldn’t handle how cute he was being in that moment 😫😫

“YAY 🎉🎉”

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adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy · 3 years ago

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Yn to the freshman: I’ve flicked the bean sm because of the man you will not be getting any real action before me

The freshman: 👁👄👁

“Monica, hey. You caught me just in time, I was about to leave. How can I help you?”

“Hey, Harry!” The young woman steps to the side to allow Harry to finish exiting his office, watching intently as he locks the door behind him and tucks the keys into the front pocket of his tan slacks, fixing his glasses on his nose before giving her his full undivided attention. He gives her an anticipatory glimpse, silently egging her to state her business outside of his door, and the way in which he gazes down at her over the crests of his cheekbones makes the tips of Monica’s ears burn. His cool and collective personality can be so fucking intimating. “I was actually wondering if we could maybe get together sometime soon, I could really use some help with my term paper! There’s some things I’m still unclear about and I was hoping you could shed some light on those areas.”

“Did you look at the rubric?”

“I did, but I just wanna double-check in case I misunderstood anything.”

“Fair enough. Prevention is better than damage control.” Harry slips his bag over his torso, settling it along the outer part of his thigh with an empty thud. “My office hours are posted on the portal and on my door, you can drop by any time and I’ll be happy to clarify whatever you need.”

“Oh, um, I— I was actually hoping we could maybe do it over coffee? If you’re available, of course.”

Harry raises an eyebrow skeptically, the edges of his lips quirking into an unenthusiastic grimace. “Coffee?

The freshman begins to fiddle with the notebook in her hands, struggling to keep eye contact under his scrutinizing behavior. “Yeah! Maybe on campus, or at that cute café in the outdoor mall that opened up last summer? The Avalon, I think it’s called.”

He pauses for a moment, proceeding to clear his throat softly as he adjusts the strap of his bag over his shoulder, tone blasé and logical. “Don’t see why we’d need to do all that for a tutoring session.”

The young woman’s arms tighten around her books as she tries to regulate her nerves. “Oh, I was just…I just thought—”

“I’m more comfortable in my office. That way, we can go down the hall and ask the prof any questions that I might not be able to answer.” He remarks with blunt finality, cocking his head towards the closed door of his designated room, referencing the paper taped at the center of the frosted glass window. “Again, office hours are on my door and posted on the portal. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m about to go on my lunch break, so I’ll see you in class on Friday. Don’t forget to do the online quiz, and email me if you have any more questions. Have a nice day.”

Y/N, who’d been observing the exchange from around the corner of the wall, actively bites into her tongue to keep from sputtering into laughter. A wave of twisted satisfaction surges through her chest as she watches Harry turn his back on the girl with a curt nod goodbye, pacing directly towards her with an emotionless aura about his nature, as if he’s already forgotten Monica’s existence. The student’s face pinches into a hurt expression over his shoulder, and she finally peels away towards the other end of the building, clearly dejected and irked by his cutthroat rejection. Y/N finds herself feeling a bit guilty for finding pleasure in the awkwardness of the exchange. She’s happy he’d turned her down, because indirectly, it means he’s probably not interested in pursuing anyone else except her, but she’s always been prone to empathizing with others, so she can imagine the dent the entire situation must have left on Monica’s confidence.

Y/N dismisses her thoughts as Harry finally meets her at the end of the corridor, opting for repenting later when she’s has the time to spare.

He greets her with an airy smile, his demeanor much less harsh and clinical than it’d been a few seconds prior. “Ready for lunch?”

Y/N returns his gesture with a gentle grin of her own, nodding delicately as she falls into step beside him, heading for the exit of the liberal arts building in route to the university’s cafeteria. “Gotta admit, that was kinda hot.”

Harry’s features peak with mystified curiosity at her unexpected compliment, utterly lost on what he’d done to deserve it. “What was?”

She juts her head back over her shoulder in a motion that highlights the scene that had unfolded earlier, and she can’t stop her mouth from curling smugly at the fact that she’s one of the only people who gets to enjoy Harry’s company off campus. “The way you turned her down. It was very technical and prompt. Points for professionalism.”

Recognition slowly dawns across Harry’s appearance, his dimples winking awake. “You were eavesdropping?”

“I happened to be in the area and accidentally overheard the convo.”

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s exactly what happened.” He replies playfully, absently drumming the pads of his fingers along the thick strap of the bag hanging off his body. He reverts back to her initial topic, shrugging one shoulder casually as he unconsciously matches her stride, his voice indifferent and dismissive. “It wasn’t hard, to be honest. I don’t sleep with students.”

Y/N blinks blankly at his contradictory statement. “We’re all students here, Harry.”

“Right, let me rephrase: I don’t sleep with my students.”

“Mm, smart. Prevents bias.”

“Precisely. S’not fair to score higher on an assignment just because you’re deepthroating the TA on weekends, is it?”

“Not fair at all.”

“It keeps things clean cut and simple. I don’t like drama, especially not when it comes to my degree. Don’t really feel like getting expelled.”

She gives him an understanding nod, allowing a couple of silent beats to suspend between them for a moment, the only sound being the echoing steps of their shoes. Then, she speaks up again, her words a low, curious mumble. “Is that the only reason you rejected her?”

Harry shoots her a knowing glance, mood sarcastic and jesting. “I think we both know the answer to that, Dickinson.”

“Do we?”

“Yeah. We do.”

“I don’t think I do, actually. I might need you to clarify, Socrates.”

He sighs lightly through his nose, extending his arm forward as they reach the glass door of the building, tugging it open and stepping to the side for her to pass first. “Are you really gonna make me say it?”

Y/N halts before the threshold of the exit, refusing to move even a smidge, a cocky smirk stringing across her lips as she stands there and waits for him to cave under her whims. “Absolutely.”

Harry rolls his eyes grandly, running his tongue over his top teeth and pushing it against the inside of his cheek, contemplating her with a deadpan look and an apathetic vein under his next comment. “Are you serious right now? What are you, five?”

“And a half.” She jokes arrogantly, crossing her arms over her chest as she begins tapping the toe of her converse expectantly, not intending to budge anytime soon. “So I suggest you elaborate on what you meant, or we’ll be here all day. And I suggest you hurry; I heard The Pavilion has those chicken fajita wraps you like and they always run out quick.”

The young man sighs again, the exhale rough and irritated this time around, though she can detect a faint glimmer of amusement glinting beneath the glossy surface of his glasses. He scoffs dramatically in mild disbelief, and then forfeits the validation she’s obviously seeking. “Student rule aside, I rejected her because I have no immediate interest in pursuing a relationship right now.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because I’m seeing someone. Sort of.”

“Are you, now?”

“Mmhm.”

“So you rejected her because you like someone else?”

Harry’s presses his lips into a thin line to keep them from spreading into a smitten smile. “‘Like’ is a strong word. ‘Tolerate’ is more appropriate.”

“Alright, so you said no because you tolerate someone else?”

He gives her body a swift, objectifying once-over, shrugging his brows suggestively. “Unfortunately.”

Y/N’s cheeks simmer at his thinly-veiled innuendo. “Interesting.”

“Is it?”

“It is.”

“Are we done here? Can I go get my wrap now, before I starve to death and end up as a dissection cadaver for the anatomy lab students?”

After giving him one more cheeky look, she finally caves, stepping through the opened door and regaining their path towards the food court at the center of their campus. “I suppose.”

Harry follows behind her, the irony in his voice carrying over her shoulder. “How generous of you to give me permission to go on with my life. Very ethical.”

“Don’t act like you don’t love it when I boss you around. I bet you’re hard right now, aren’t you?”

“Maybe just a bit.”

#anthropologyrry

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