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not to rant on here again but how can my uni justify having exams that arent comparable but will get people the same degree. like. my friend and i are both getting a masters in psych and we can choose three modules out of five available ones. we did the same except for one module. for the one he chose he had such a simple exam where the prof mostly talked to himself, asked easy questions and he got the best grade comfortably (ofc he prepared but it was comparably comfortable). now for me i have the hardest fucking exam in my entire uni career, the prof expects us to be Experts in this field she has made multiple people cry before in her exams and its So Much Input that i have to study all while this grade weighs the same as my friends grade in the easy module like ???????? how can this happen fr how can they let exams be so biased. their entire grading system is bullshit
#like in one module i had one lecture and THREE seminars and i got one single grade in a written exam that was only about the lecture like ??#what the fuck ! did i do the seminars for#or this last exam: three seminars for one module and now i have one ORAL exam about all three seminars#its bullshit !!!#how is that testing my ability????#the only thing its testing is how much info i can shove down my throat as quickly as possible this got nothing to do with actual learning#also having a bad day during an exam is fatal bc u cant rly balance the grade out with other grades bc for each module theres only one grad#this system is so fucking stupid like let me write a paper about that presentation i made!! let me work on a project!!! let me write quizze#no instead theres gigantic exams some of them oral#i had STATISTICS oral#can u imagine#anyways im done now gonna go back to preparing for the exam ciao#edit: the one grade i got for the lecture + three seminars is so outrageous not bc it was only about the lecture but bc it weighed 12 ! ect#aka a huge percentage of my final grade is made up of this grade bc its four classes which 3 points each. other modules only have 9 ects#so if i had fucked up that one exam bc a bad day or sth it wouldve rlyy fucked up my overall grade#i did rly good on that exam which saved me but why not give grades in the sems as well and add it up to one overall grade worth 12 ects ???#anyways
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bucky barnes x reader
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author's note: i couldn't stop thinking about bucky being able to use his metal hand as a vibrator and therefore this was born.
warnings/tags: SMUT, oral (female receiving), fingering, bucky being used as a human vibrator, multiple orgasms, language, consumption of alcohol, reader is afab, no use of y/n, slightly possessive bucky, 18+ only
âYouâve got to be fucking joking,â Natasha mutters through a mouth full of popcorn. âTyler from the statistics department? Are we talking about the same Tyler from statistics?â
âNat, for the fourth time, yes. Tyler from statistics. The only Tyler from statistics that I know.â You reach for the bottle of Moscato that the two of you are sharing, pouring yourself some more wine.
âNuh-uh,â Natasha shakes her head. âI don't believe you. There's no way he could be that bad.â She takes a sip from her own glass of wine. âHe's too gorgeous,â she shrugs, turning to face you on the couch. The romantic comedy you had picked out for your bi-monthly movie night plays forgotten in the background.
âTrust me,â you sigh. âI was just as shocked as you are. But I swear on my life, he stuck his tongue in my ear. In my fucking ear, but wouldn't go down on me.â You can tell by the look on her face that Nat is trying her hardest not to laugh.
âHe said his dick game is âtoo good to need to eat a girl outâ.â You shake your head, cringing at the memory. âWhich is also what he said when I merely suggested that he use my vibrator on me instead. He looked like I had kicked his dog.â
âWell?â she asks, a pained expression across her features. âWas it? Too good?â
âI didn't stay to find out,â you admit. âI faked a work emergency and dipped.â A laugh breaks through her pursed lips.
âI'm sorryââ she says, although her face says otherwise. âI shouldn't laugh. You just have the worst luck with men. Isn't that the third failed hook-up in what? Six months?â
âDon't fucking remind me,â you groan, throwing your head back on the couch and staring up at the living room ceiling. âI think I've lost all hope of ever having an orgasm given to me by another person again.â
Nat opens her mouth to speak, but quickly closes it when you both notice voices approaching from the hallway.
Sam and Bucky enter the room a moment later, both dressed uncharacteristically nice. You suddenly feel the desire to conceal yourself with the fleece throw blanket laying across your lap. You and Nat usually plan your movie nights for when the tower is relatively empty, so you're just wearing a pair of old sweatpants and a tank top. Bare-faced and hair unstyled, the fact that Bucky's gaze is locked on you as the two of them approach where you and Nat are lounging doesn't help. He's not smiling - but there's a look on his face that you don't quite understand. The ghost of a smirk on his lips and a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.
It's a look that makes you nervous - in addition to already feeling flutters in the pit of your stomach at how fucking good he looks.
âHey, boys,â Nat greets them cheerily. âWhere are the two of you going so dolled up?â
âThere's a new nightclub in Brooklyn that a group of SHIELD trainees are going to tonight,â Sam answers. âThey invited us and we've got nothing better to do. Figured we'd go check it out, get a few drinks. You ladies want to tag along? Or are you too busy watching - what is this, 10 Things I Hate About You?â He gestures towards the screen.
âCouldn't hurt to get out of the house for a while tonight, right?â Nat looks at you for confirmation, a knowing gleam in her eyes. âWho knows, you might even meet someone,â she adds, nudging you with her elbow.
Bucky lets out a sound halfway between a laugh and a cough, which he tries to play off as the latter. You narrow your eyes at him before glancing back to Natasha.
âFor sure,â you agree, trying to ignore Bucky's bizarre behavior. âCouldn't hurt. You guys go on, we'll get ready and head there soon. Text us the name of the club?â You direct the last part to Sam in particular.
âYou got it,â Sam says as he pulls his cell phone from his coat pocket. He turns to leave when both your and Natâs phones chime with the club information. âLet's go man, our Uber's here,â he directs at Bucky.
âSee you both soon,â he says before turning to follow Sam, though his gaze is still only on one of you.
âI'm gonna go throw on some make-up, curl my hair, and hope I can find something somewhat cute toââ Nat starts as soon as Bucky and Sam have turned back down the hallway.
âWas he acting kind of odd?â you interrupt her in a hushed tone.
âBarnes? Always. I've stopped reading into it too much.â
âSome spy you are,â you mumble. âMeet me back here when you're ready.â
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One hour later, you're applying some last minute mascara and lip gloss in the backseat of an Uber on your way to downtown Brooklyn. Natasha sits beside you, ranting about an assignment that Fury has tasked her with and you swear you're trying your hardest to absorb everything she's saying - but your mind keeps going back to the way Bucky was looking at you just an hour ago.
What was with that little smirk? That curious glimmer in his eyes? Had he overheard your conversation with Nat? Had he developed the ability to read minds and knew you were thinking about how fucking hot he looked? Or was that thought simply written all over your face?
You knew you couldn't deny it. Bucky does look exceptionally attractive in his black suit, with his perfectly tousled hair - but you had found him to be ridiculously good looking since you'd first met him. Even in casual, everyday clothes, even in gym shorts and drenched in sweat, even covered in blood after particularly brutal missâ
âYou girls have a great evening,â your Uber driver interrupts your train of thought as he comes to a stop in front of your destination.
You really need to get fucking laid. You definitely shouldn't be having these kinds of thoughts about Bucky. He's your coworker, your teammate, your training partner on many occasions, your friendâŠ
Natasha thanks him and hands him a generous cash tip before climbing out of the car right after you.
âThanks,â you tell her. âI'll buy our drinks.â
âDon't worry about me,â she tells you with a sly grin as you both flash the bouncer your IDs and enter the club. Despite the night still being relatively young, it's already bustling inside.
âYou just focus on meeting people, mingling, maybe hitting it off with a super hot guy and taking him back to your place for some mind-blowingââ
âSuper hot guy? Are you talking about me?â Samâs voice interrupts Nat. You both turn around to see him and Bucky walking towards you, drinks in hand.
There's a roguish smile on Bucky's face as his eyes skim up and down your figure.
âYou both look wonderful,â he compliments, but once again, his stare is focused only on you. If Natasha notices, she says nothing.
To be fair, you were impressed with how well you managed to put yourself together with such little notice. You found a black, backless mini dress crammed in the back of your closet that you had forgotten all about after snagging it on clearance forever ago. The form-fitting material hugs you in all the right ways, and paired with your favorite pair of strappy black heels, you're feeling infinitely more confident than you were when Bucky saw you just an hour prior.
âThanks!â You chirp quickly, averting your gaze from him to take in your surroundings. To your left, the dance floor is lively, though not too overcrowded for your liking. To your right, there's a bar surrounded by tables filled with groups of people conversing - you vaguely recognize a couple of SHIELD agents huddled around one. The entire room is illuminated by the faint blue-green glow of the mood lighting, and the bass of the music vibrates through the floorboards.
Sam and Bucky excuse themselves to go say hey to the group of agents that had invited them, while Nat all but drags you over to the bar. You order a double shot of whiskey and throw it back as quickly as you can.
âI see what you mean now,â Nat whispers to you after downing her shot of tequila. âAbout Barnes,â she clarifies. âHe's been eye-fucking you since we walked through the door.â
If you hadn't already swallowed your liquor, you would have spewed it all over her.
âHe has not been eye-fucking me, Nat,â you say in an almost scolding tone.
âI'm just saying,â she throws her hands up. âThereâs no way he could possibly be any worse than the last few guys you've gone for. I think you should go for it,â she shrugs.
âIt's not that I don't think he'd be good,â you say defensively, forcing yourself to look away from where he and Sam are socializing with the small group of SHIELD agents a few tables away. âI just don't want things to be weird afterwards. We work together nearly every day, and we have a bunch of mutual friendsââ
âSuit yourself,â she cuts you off in a tone of voice that very much says if you say so. âNow, are you going to dance with me or not?â She adds as she begins tugging you towards the ever-busying dance floor.
You spend the next half hour dancing with Nat before she's swept away by some black-haired doctor looking type. Good for her, you think as you watch them converse intimately at a small booth on the other side of the room.
Thanks to the liquid courage that runs through your veins, you're okay with the fact that Bucky stands just twenty feet away from you, watching you as you dance among the thick crowd of people.
You've made eye contact with him a few times now - on accident or on purpose, you're not sure at this point. But each time, your eyes lingers on his for a moment longer than the last.
You're mentally daring him to come here, to make a move, to do something other than stand to the sidelines of whatever conversation Sam and the others are engaged in.
The slightest bit of pressure on your waist snaps you back to the now congested dance floor.
You look up to find that the hand on your waist belongs to a tall man with shoulder length, sandy blonde hair. He's conventionally attractive enough, though not who you were hoping would come grab you on the dance floor.
âI'm Shawn,â he introduces himself, loudly enough for you to hear him over the roaring music. You tell him your name, pushing aside the pang of disappointment in your chest.
âDo you want to go somewhere a bit quieter to talk, maybe? Let me buy you a drinââ
âThere you are! I've been looking everywhere for you,â a voice booms from behind you.
Shawn immediately retracts his hand from your waist, backing up a few inches as Bucky comes into view beside you.
âMust not have been looking too hard, I've been right here this whole time,â you jab back with a smug smile.
âSorry, I didn't mean toââ Shawn says as he starts to back away.
âNo worries, bud,â Bucky says in an overly friendly voice as he moves to stand in front of you, blocking you from Shawn's view entirely.
âTook you long enough,â you tell Bucky once the man is out of ear shot, once again beginning to sway to the music. âGet bored of listening to Sam hype himself up to the newbies?â
He takes a step closer, angling himself behind you. The crowd of people surrounding you edges you closer to him - your bare back brushing against the cool satin fabric of his suit.
âMaybe,â his chest vibrates against your skin when he speaks. He places his hands on either side of your hips - eliciting goosebumps across your skin in a way that no one else has in a long, long time.
âOr maybe I just wanted to save you from wasting your time on another guy who can't make you come.â
Your movements come to an abrupt pause as his words hit you.
He had fucking overheard your conversation with Natasha.
At a loss for words, you turn to face him. There's a shit-eating grin spread across his face. He thinks this is hilarious and it's obvious.
âHasn't anyone ever told you it's rude to eavesdrop?â
âIs it really eavesdropping if I have superhuman hearing?â He takes a step closer to you, closing what little distance was separating you. The peaks of your breasts brush against his chest.
âSo what happens now that you've saved me from another unsatisfactory hook-up?â You challenge, staring up at him in the neon blue lighting.
You can smell hints of cedarwood and sage from his cologne in your close proximity. It's so delicious that it's dizzying.
âLet me take you somewhere more private than this dance floor and I'll show you.â
âYou seem to have a lot of confidence in your ability to give me a better experience,â you say, leaning forward so that your face is just inches from his.
He responds by placing his flesh hand on the small of your back and pulling you flush against him. The tips of his fingers continue to dance down the skin of your exposed spine. His vibranium hand comes to cradle your jaw, his metal thumb tracing your bottom lip.
His mouth forms a dark smirk - and then you feel it. It starts soft and subtle and then gradually increases in intensity.
His fucking thumb is vibrating against your lip.
If you hadn't been standing in the middle of a crowded dance floor at a nightclub in downtown Brooklyn, you would have taken that thumb into your mouth and sucked on it right then and there.
âWhat do you say?â he asks, now tugging on your bottom lip with the pulsing digit. âAre you going to let me take you to the first empty room I can find in this place and make you come?â
âI say show me the way.â
He removes his hand from your face and turns you in the direction of the back of the club. He guides you through the throng of dancers, keeping his hands placed firmly on either side of your waist from behind. His vibranium fingers still hum softly, reminding you of what he says is to come.
Directly past the dance floor, there's a hallway blocked off by a rope with a sign that reads employees only. Taking a quick look around, you see that all of the patrons surrounding you and Bucky are paying you no mind. Bucky unhooks the flimsy rope and the two of you slip down the hallway.
He jiggles the handles of several doors that all turn out to be locked. Not wanting to waste any time or draw any attention to yourselves with picking locks, you continue down the dark corridor until the heavy music from the heart of the club fades to a muted roar.
The very last door opens without a hitch.
Thanks to the pale orange glow of a table lamp on a desk in the corner of the room, you can see that you're in a makeshift office/supply room - a couple of filing cabinets, cleaning supplies, extra glassware, and some sound equipment strewn haphazardly throughout the limited space.
Bucky clicks the lock into place as soon as he closes the door behind him.
You're going to turn around him and tell him that he doesn't have to do this - that as badly as you want this, you don't want to ruin your friendship, that as badly as you want him, he doesn't have anything to prove to you - but his lips are already on yours as soon as you start to open your mouth.
He doesn't take his lips off of yours as he guides you backwards to the rickety wooden desk. The backs of your thighs hit the table and Bucky effortlessly lifts you to sit on the edge, giving him the perfect angle to deepen the kiss - with his tongue exploring your mouth, you're unable to stop yourself from groaning into the kiss.
You fist your fingers into his hair, tugging just hard enough so that he hisses into your mouth. His own hands trail from the sides of your stomach and down your thighs, until he reaches the tail of your dress. You instinctively part your legs for him, as much as the restrictive fabric will allow, and his vibranium hand shoots between your thighs.
He teases you, dragging his index finger along the cloth of your panties that you know you're close to soaking through already. Just as the tip of his finger pauses above your clit, his finger begins emitting the softest vibration.
You break the kiss, breathless as you throw your head back at the sensation. Bucky takes it as an opportunity to attach his lips to the pulse point of your throat, nipping your flesh with his teeth followed by a wet kiss.
He continues with the ministrations through your panties until you're rutting against his hand, needing more. He tugs your underwear to the side and increases the intensity of the vibration before nudging his middle finger past your entrance.
You have to hold onto his shoulders to steady yourself - despite the fact that you're sitting, your body feels like jelly beneath his touch. He adds in his index finger with ease before cupping your pussy in his palm - the heel of his hand pulsating against your clit.
âFuck, Bucky,â you cry against his mouth.
âYou're so fucking wet for me, you know that?â He coos, thrusting both of his fingers against the spongy-flesh of your walls.
You can feel the vibrations of his hand all the way from your belly to your toes.
You begin grinding your hips to meet the movement of his fingers, fucking yourself against his hand. There's a familiar knot forming in your lower belly as he curls his fingers inside you -
âI want you to think about me and how good I'm making you feel every time you think about letting some fuckinâ nobody touch you,â he says in a low voice next to your ear. âI want you to think about riding my fingers until you come all over my hand.â
His words send you over the edge and you do exactly that - your pussy clenching around his fingers as you ride them through your orgasm. While you're still coming down from the high of your climax, Bucky pulls his metal fingers out of you and brings them to your lips, inserting his index finger in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the slick metal as he brings the vibrations to a halt and then slowly pulls the finger from your mouth.
He picks you up off the edge of the desk and plants you back on the ground - your legs still shaking from how hard you had come.
âTurn around and lean over the desk,â he instructs you, soft but authoritative.
You don't know if it's because of the way he's looking at you or because of how good he's already made you feel, but in that moment, you would've done anything he asked of you.
You bend over the desk, supporting yourself by leaning on your forearms. You peak back over your shoulder to look at Bucky - he hikes your dress up, baring your ass to him.
He lets out an audible groan before he has even pulled your panties down to your ankles.
He kneels on the ground behind you, his face inches away from your cunt. He uses both his flesh and metal hands to spread you open for him, and then his tongue is licking up your center from behind.
God, you hope no one tries to come into this room. The door may be locked but the sounds that someone would hear if they even walked up to the doorâŠ
Bucky knows just how to make you writhe above him. He's soft when he's kissing up your folds and unsparing when he's sucking your clit between his lips. His hands hold your ass in a firm grasp that teeters between pleasure and pain.
You grind back against his face and he moans so deeply that you feel the vibration of it up your core. Your eyes roll back into your head as you clutch the sides of the desk to better support yourself.
His enthusiasm alone has you spiraling towards a second climax embarrassingly fast.
âYou know,â he murmurs against your sensitive pussy. âWhen I overheard you say that someone had refused to go down on you, I couldn't believe it. What a fuckin idiot to pass this up.â He gives your ass cheek a firm slap with his flesh hand before diving his face between your legs once more.
It's just seconds before you feel the telltale pressure growing in your lower belly once more. You go limp against the table, Bucky placing his hands on the backs of your thighs to help keep you upright as you ride out your orgasm on his face.
You continue to lay against the desk as you regain control of your breathing. Bucky stands up, tugging your panties up your legs and back around your waist as he does. He then shimmies your dress back down into place so that you're once again looking club-appropriate.
When you turn around to face him, he's wiping your slick from his lower face on the sleeve of his suit, once again displaying a shit-eating grin.
âWhat was it you said?â He asks in mocking contemplation. âYou had lost all hope of ever having an orgasm given to you by another person again?â
âI think you've made your point. You're fantastic at eating pussy and you're a walking human-sex toy.â You roll your eyes at him and start to walk towards the door, but he grabs your wrist in his metal hand, stopping you.
He pulls you back to him and brings his flesh hand to cradle your jawline. He stares at you in a heavy, uncertain silence for a split second before bringing his lips to yours.
It's a kiss that's a bit more hesitant, and a lot less rushed than the one before. You taste yourself all over him, warm and salty. He takes his time getting lost in your mouth - you savor every second and it still comes to and end all too once.
âCouldn't help myself,â he smiles softly when he pulls away. âJust had to kiss you one last time.â
You can't help the way your heart skips a beat when he says the word last.
You clear your throat. âWe should probably go find Sam and Natasha,â you say, giving him a small smile in return. âI'm sure they're both wondering where the hell we are.â
You spend the rest of the evening attempting to mingle with friends, but there's one thought that torments you for the remaining duration of the night - just a few hours ago, you doubted that you'd ever have a satisfactory hook-up ever again.
Now, you had to wonder if anyone else could ever make you feel as good as Bucky did.
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A Good Girl's Reputation | Aemond Targaryen
Modern!Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader
Summary: It was the last place you wanted to be but nonetheless, you found yourself pulled along to a party you hosted by none other than the Targaryen's, only for spilled wine to force you into Aemond's shirt. A sight that had him dragging you to his bed, eager to corrupt the well-behaved girl who had set him ablaze with desire.
Word Count: 6.7k.
Warnings: MDNI 18+ only!! Oral (f receiving), unprotected P in V sex, dirty talk!!, a major cliche on the good girl trope, reader is shy!, slight degradation, mean friends at a party maybe?, Aegon being sneaky, bad language. Unedited. Please let me know if I missed anything!
Author's Note: Okay, I wasn't going to post this one because it was purely self-indulgent and I kinda wasn't happy with my pen game in this but I was feeling bad about the delay in Dark Cherry part 5 so wanted to share something!! I also love the idea of Aemond being totally feral about seeing reader in his clothes. Share your thoughts my loves, I'm more than happy to discuss things, thoughts and feedback with you all - xoxo, kisses!! <3
There was a nonsensical grandeur about everything that Jilly dragged you into. This time was no different and you silently waited for the sound of the elevator ding while listening to your best friend chatter about the âworldâs best fucking boyfriendâwait, do you think this makes him my boyfriend?â
âI donât know, Jilly,â you nibbled on your lip, craning your neck to look around the corner of the entrance hallway. For what reason, you werenât sure but there was a crawling nervousness on your skin and the urge to make sure there were no unexpected surprises was consuming. âItâs Aegon. Only he can answer that question for you.â
The elevator was taking an infuriatingly long time. You wondered if this was the buildingâs way of telling you to turn around and return to the dorm room that had become your safe haven over the last two years. Jilly had somehow gotten herself involved with none other than Aegon Targaryen, a man notorious for his partying and hedonism.
It was entertaining at first, and you were more than happy to remain a spectator of the ridiculous pairing. Jilly was entirely different to Aegon and tended to carry herself with a lot more modesty than Aegon was known for. She was calculating and calm where he was impulsive and excitable.Â
You thought back to the first time they had met. In a tutorial for a statistics class you needed to take to meet course requirements, the three of you paired together to facilitate a useless discussion on probabilities. The bickering between the two of them was amusing and the first greeting that Aegon had graced the two of you with was a grumbled âwhat kind of name is Jilly?â
And weeks later, Aegon had decided to hold another one of his campus-famous house parties. He had obviously invited Jillyâand by extension he had invited you because there was no chance Jilly would go to a party without you. In fact, before she had met Aegon, there was no chance Jilly would go to any party regardless.Â
A loud, excited hmph! fell from Jillyâs lips when the elevator doors finally opened. You had hoped it had broken down on its way to pick you up and that there was a rather convenient lack of staircase to climb instead.Â
âI donât thinkââ
âDonât say it,â Jilly held a hand in front of your face. She clicked on P with her other hand. For the penthouse, you guessed. âI know you donât want to be here. But we are going to have a good night.âÂ
You sighed, tugging the short, black skirt that Jilly had wrestled you into further down your thighs. It looked good paired with the white satin button down you had insisted on wearing for comfort but it was shorter than you were accustomed to. The thought of maintaining it enough so it didnât ride up past your bum was tiresome but there was no arguing which you could do to wiggle your way into some pants instead.Â
Jilly snickered. âQuit fiddling with your skirt, youâll poke a hole in your tightsâOh!â
The two of you shared a gasp when the doors opened. No wonder people had so much to say about the Targaryen siblings and their parties when their apartment looked like it was straight out of a Forbes magazine. For a moment, it seemed impossible that the apartment housed two students. It was incomparable to the wardrobe sized dorm you had been living in over the semester.Â
Distant chatter pulled you out of your thoughts and you followed Jilly further into the apartment, reminding yourself not to let your jaw drop as your eyes adjusted to the dimmed lighting. The party was an hour or so away from starting - Aegon had told everyone to head in after seven but had given Jilly an earlier time so that the two of you could join their pre-game.Â
Not that you would. The prospect of getting as drunk as Aegon planned at your (embarrassingly?) first student party was daunting.Â
Anxiously, you followed Jilly into the living area where a handful of familiar faces were lounging and drinking. There was a deep bumping of bass, and you could feel the floor vibrating with it, but you couldnât make out the song that was playing.Â
âJill!â Floris, Aegonâs friend who you had only ever seen on campus, pulled Jilly towards the nearest couch. Hesitantly, you followed, flashing Aegon and Cregan a purse-lipped smile as they made their way to greet you. âWe were worried you wouldnât show up. Is this your friend?â
With a smile, you introduced yourself. Floris only grinned at you before returning her attention to Jilly, who had started up an animated conversation with Helaena. Aegon whistled at Jilly, tipping the neck of his beer in her direction as if to say hello, and threw his other arm around your shoulder.Â
He laughed when you cringed, pulling back from him slightly. Aegon smelled like a mixture of beer, red wine and sandalwood cologne. âWe placed bets on whether youâd show up. Glad you did. Thereâs multiple motherfuckers in here who owe me a silver stag each. Not that I need it.â
You spluttered a bit. âWhat-âÂ
âRelax,â Cregan teased you from the other side of Aegon. He was clearly drunk. âYouâre clearly not much of a party girl but that changes two-â he held up two fingers and then aggressively pointed them down at the floor with a jerk. â-night.âÂ
Aegon laughed, handing you a glass of wine which suddenly appeared in his hand. You shook your head and he shrugged, downing it himself. He turned away from you, waving someone down. âAemond!â
Oh gods, no.Â
You tried to keep your smile on your face. Aemond fucking Targaryen was leaning against a counter, a beer loosely hanging between his fingers. He was in the middle of a conversation with Criston Cole, a friend of their family who you had heard of only through mindless campus gossip. Aemond glanced toward Aegon in response, an eyebrow raised lazily.Â
If there were ever a man you had crushed on, it really had to be him. It was a little bit maddening because you were exactly like your peers in thinking Aemond may be the most attractive man youâd ever see in your lifetime. He was tall, had an air of darkness and mystery to him and his silver hair framed his defined cheekbones and sharp jawline perfectly. But it was the severity in everything about him that had caught your eyeâright from the first lecture you had seen him in.Â
Aemond, as you understood, had no idea who you were. And while you knew exactly who he was, it wasnât odd. Everyone knew of him and his family. He had practically been birthed into the public eye.Â
âThis pretty thing here,â Aegon, much to your protest, had pulled you across the room to introduce you. âJillyâs best friend. Much like you, dear brother, she hates parties and is not here by her own will. Youâd get along.â
Aemond looked at you and you suddenly had no idea what to do with yourself. You met his eye, fiddling with the hem of your skirt and waiting for whatever this moment was to end quickly. Your skin was tingling under his gaze which dropped from your head to your feet and then back to your face.Â
When he didnât say anything, you offered him a tight lipped smile and a timid wave. âHi?â
He was going to respond. You could see it in the way he had moved but Aegon was quick to cut him off, ever the loud mouthed brat. As subtle as Aegon believed himself to be, he was an incredibly obnoxious drunk. Â
âSurely,â Aegon drawled, wrapping his arms around Jillyâs waist when she appeared by your side and pulling her into him tightly. Mockingly, he targeted his question at Jilly but switched his gaze between her and Aemond. âYour little-good-girl friend could use a bit of corrupting, Jills. Seems like Aemond would be entirely capable, from what Floris hasââ
âThatâs enough, Aegon,â Aemondâs voice was smooth and darker than youâd expected. He gave you a small, reassuring yet tight smile. âDonât be an ass. Let her be.â
You were a little breathless. Sure, you didnât quite let go of yourself as much as everyone else did but you were no prude. Right?Â
There was no offence intended in Aegonâs teasing but you couldnât help but feel the sting. He was rightâyou were relatively good. All of your time and effort went into studying and working. Where you werenât doing either of those, you preferred the solitude of a good book at a quiet cafe. There were very few bad habits in your life, the worst of which would only be the likes of a dependence on tea or coffee. Parties were a rarity but on the odd occasion you would tag along wherever Jilly would go. And, regardless of that, here you were.
It was embarrassing. You had hoped that if you were to ever introduce yourself to Aemond, things would go slightly better than this and your uptight prudish reputation (which you didnât realise you had until today) would remain undiscussed. He was different and he didnât tend to spend his time with people of your tendencies. Aemond was the object of everyoneâs desires; if they didnât want to have him then they certainly wanted to be him.Â
You were clearly different from his normal type. If only for the fact that he also had a reputation and that reputation consisted of a string of heartbroken girls who he had never pursued or never shared more than his bed with. Those girls were a lot more like his friends; confident, daring and well accomplished. Aemond was not Aegon; there was a lot more respect in the way people spoke of him and his academic and professional talents were impressive to most people.Â
Thankfully, Jilly had pulled you away from that dreadful conversation with a harsh glare pointed at Aegon. The kitchen, which was the closest place for you to hide, was filled with snacks and drinks almost falling off of the countertops. You recognised Helaena, and waved at her.
Helaena had been a friend whenever you had bumped into each other. She was sweet and kind and you actually enjoyed her company. âItâs nice to see you, Helaena. Didnât think weâd ever run into each other at a house party but hey, itâs been an hour full of surprises.â
She laughed with you. There was an easy flow of conversation between the two of you and when Floris and Jilly had taken to what they called âKitchen Karaokeâ, you had even danced together. Jilly, as drunk as she was, pushed the bottle of wine in her hand to you, waiting for you to drink. With some encouragement from Helaena and Floris, you smiled and took a few sips.Â
The peace you had found in the kitchen was short lived and when Jilly, joined by Aegon and caught up in her exaggerated Lady Gaga performance, flung her arm out, the bottle of wine in her hand spilling right onto your chest and soaking through the white fabric of your shirt.Â
âShit,â she winced. It was cold and you had a small sense of panic that raised goosebumps on your skin at the thought of wearing a wet, stained shirt all night but at the drunken apologetic look on her face all you could do was force a smile. Jilly giggled nervously. âAt least it makes your tits look good.â
âRight,â you mumbled, fingers pulling the wet fabric off of your skin. It was uncomfortably sticking to your skin and the smell of the red wine was beginning to catch. âNo problem.â
Aegon tapped your shoulder gently and gave you an animated salute. âDonât worry, Iâll find you something from the fresh laundry.â
You followed him into the laundry, which was only just around the corner, waiting as he grinned and shuffled through the clothes that were sitting in the dryer. When Aegon turned to you, he had a stupid toothy smile and passed you a grey shirt. âWear that. Itâll be big but itâll still look good with the rest of your outfit if you tuck it in or something.â
The t-shirt Aegon handed you was a little long but you werenât going to complain when you were much happier to be in dry clothing. It was a Slipknot shirt, the graphic on the front slightly worn down with time and washes. You figured it could have been worseâat least Slipknot were good. Aegon had long gone, giving you privacy to change and when you stepped out of the laundry room, you were surprised to see that people had started piling into the apartment.Â
Some hip-hop song you could barely recognise played loudly and you were a little thrown off by the crowds of unfamiliar faces. But everyone was having a good time, smiling and dancing among themselves.Â
Cigarettes, cologne and coffee filled your senses and you let out a small yelp as you met with a hardened surface, stumbling a little to catch yourself. Aemondâs hands reached out to grab hold of your arms, holding you steady against him so that you wouldnât fall to the ground.Â
âEasy, missy,â he stepped back slightly, as if he were trying to get a good look at you. As Aemond dragged his gaze over you from head to toe, he smirked and hummed deeply.
The heat that rushed to your cheeks was quick and you wondered if Aemond had always smelled so delicious. Your mind was clouded by him and the way he didnât remove his hands from you, his fingers still gently squeezing your flesh and keeping you far closer to him than you needed to be.Â
Whatever it was, if he continued to look at you with so much intensity and hold you as if he didnât want to let go of you, there was a high chance youâd do something that would only leave you disappointed and embarrassed.Â
âSorry,â you squeaked, pulling away from him in one movement and rushing into the kitchen. Jilly grinned at you, eyebrows wagging exaggeratedly in her drunken state.Â
The rest of the girls had found their way to the kitchen, which had actually quietened down even more in the short moments you were away. You found yourself once again at Helaenaâs side, watching as Jilly danced with her bottle of wine in hand, and failing to listen to the conversation that was somehow still in flow.Â
If you were being honest, the party was a certain type of boring. There was a lot going on yet nothing at the same time and you chalked it up to the fact that you werenât that friendly with anyone here. Helaena was only part of the crowd because she lived here and Jilly was becoming a part of Aegonâs group of mates, all of whom you knew of but had no real friendship with.Â
Floris, who had been staring at you on and off since you had returned, took a sip of her drink and flashed you an odd look. âIs that Aemondâs shirt?â
Helaena giggled beside you, watching you keenly as you frowned. When you answered, Floris looked at you with narrowed eyes. You cleared your throat, nervously nibbling on your bottom lip. âI assumed it was Aegonâs since he gave it to me.â
âWhat was wrong with what you came in?â
âFloris, you saw that blouse get ruined,â Jilly rolled her eyes, stepping closer to you when she noticed the gentle alarm on your face. âShe couldnât have stayed in a stained top. It won't dry out until tomorrow.â
Floris only huffed, regarding you with a harsh stare and a forced shrug. There was an odd silence that lingered and you considered offering her an apology. But you quickly realised that you didnât really have anything to apologise for, even though it is probably Aemondâs t-shirt and it was no secret that Floris was all about Aemond.Â
The night was passing slowly and you continued to make small talk with the same few people you knew. But the weight of Florisâ glare never disappeared. And Aemond, with his gentle smirk and quiet confidence, had been lingering the entire night. You were half-certain that it was Floris who was the purpose of his prolonged presence in the kitchen, which had become somewhat of a break room for everyone at this point.
There was a pointed silence from him aside from the few words he had muttered in conversation with Helaena or Daeron yet his gaze was communicating more than his words could. Aemond kept looking towards you, his wanting eye holding yours assertively whenever youâd catch him watching you. You couldnât help the heat that crept up your neck at the way he looked you up and down at every chance he got.Â
It was suffocating when paired with the daggers you could feel from Florisâ stares and Aegonâs vexing grin.Â
âIâm going outside for a bit,â you told Helaena, placing your glass down on the counter and flashing a pursed-lip smile at whoever caught your eye on your way towards the terrace.Â
The journey to the terrace wasnât easy and you could feel your throat closing in as you tried to squeeze through crowds of people. It was sweaty and loud, shoulders knocking and elbows bumping as you finally pushed your way through to a secluded part of the terrace, sighing at the fresh air and solitude.Â
Once again, your peace didnât last long before you caught a flash of silver in your peripheral.Â
Aemond stood beside you, so close that your shoulder brushed the leather of his jacket. âYou alright?âÂ
His proximity had turned your brain silent and you simply nodded, forcing your eyelids not to flutter shut at his delicious smell. There was a comfortable silence that followed. He rested his elbows on the railing as you were, relaxing against it and watching the street below.Â
A tickle on your cheek from a loose strand of Aemondâs hair following the breeze woke you up from the haze you were entering. âNot enjoying the party?â
âI donât like parties,â he chuckled, reaching into his pocket.Â
You snickered, eyes trailing across his hands as he fiddled with a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. Taking a moment to admire the way his rings complemented his nimble yet clearly strong fingers, you couldnât believe how attractive a manâs hands could be. âYouâre not like your brother, then. Thatâs goodâcouldnât handle having two Aegonâs about.â
Aemond shook his head, smiling as he held the box out to you. âThankfully my brother and I are not alike. Cig?â
âNot for me.â
He hummed, popping a cigarette between his lips and holding the lighter to it. âGood. Do you mind?â
You didnât have much else to say other than a shrug, letting him know it was alright for him to smoke. It would hardly be anything to complain about with the way Aemond seemed to look ten times sexier with a cigarette between his fingers and hanging from his lips.Â
âI guess your reputation isnât a lie,â Aemond let his eye fall to you, holding a world of darkness and sin as he smirked at you. A cheeky grin played on his lips as he turned to his side, resting on his arm and leaning back a bit to look at you better.Â
You swallowed thickly. A wave of heat to your core had you turning away from him, the intensity of how he looked at you like you were tempting all of his urges. âI just try to stay clear of bad habits. It doesnât really matter.â
âSo you are a good girl,â Aemond leaned closer, his fingers gently tipping your head upwards at your chin. He was closer than he was before you had blinked and all of your senses were overwhelmed by him. âI like that. I wonder if Aegon was right about us.â
Because of the way he was holding your chin, firmly and gently at the same time, you had no choice but to meet his gaze. Goosebumps arose on your skin and you shivered despite the burn of his fingers on your skin.Â
âLet me take you somewhere more comfortable,â Aemond drawled. The air grew charged when he grazed his lips against yours, so softly it was almost nonexistent. âThey all thought I would be the one to corrupt you but I can show you all the ways youâve corrupted my mind instead.â
The small gasp that fell from your lips made his jaw tick and he let go of your chin, dragging the knuckles of his fingers across your cheek affectionately.Â
You nodded and cleared your throat quietly, surprised at your own eagerness. âBut I donât understand.â
âI think you do,â Aemond gently lowered his hand to hold your hip, letting one last puff of smoke out before putting his cigarette out. He guided you inside, keeping you right in front of him and his free arm loosely extended in front of your body to stop people from pushing into you. His lips lingered at your ear all the while. âYou were already a pretty little thing, missy. But I never could have guessed that youâd be so fucking delicious in my clothes.âÂ
You were grateful that you werenât facing him. He couldnât see the flush that had crossed your expression and had you shying away gently but only to sink further against his chest as he led you through a quieter hallway. When Aemond pushed open the door to his bedroom, he finally noticed your dishevelled state and let out an affectionate huff.Â
Only letting go of you for a moment so that he could close the door behind him, Aemond had turned you to face him and pulled you back to your place against his body. His bedroom was pointedly his; neat and collected, the walls decorated with a few posters of the bands he likes and bookshelves that were almost filled entirely. It smelled like clean linen and his cologne.Â
âWait.â You remembered the girl who had been far more than unhappy to see you in his shirt and stiffened. âI thought you and Floris-â
âFloris and I are nothing,â Aemond was calm when he spoke, still watching you with that fierce desire that you had felt from him when you bumped into him earlier on. You swallowed down your apprehension visibly, avoiding eye contact. âI promise.â
Odd, considering you were well aware he didnât need to promise you anything.Â
Aemond watched your chest heave with your heavy breaths, covered entirely by his favourite t-shirt which draped perfectly from your breasts. A hand returned to your hip, squeezing lightly while the other rested at the crevice of your neck and shoulder, his fingers tickling your warm skin.Â
He pursed his lips, hyper aware of how tense you were in his hands. âTell me to stop and I will. We donât have to do anything you donât want. We can just chat and get to know each other.âÂ
âNo,â you shook your head.âI donât want you to stop.â
It was impossible to resist the way that Aemond was pulling you against him, as if you werenât close enough despite how you were pressed flush against him and the fabric of your clothing was all that could fit between the two of you. Gods, he smelled so good.Â
Confident with your reassurance, Aemond dipped his head so close to yours that you were sharing air, his smirk returned when he felt you shiver against him. âAre you nervous?âÂ
âI donât usually do this,â you muttered, eyelids fluttering shut when he brushed the tip of his nose against your cheek and pressed a featherlight kiss beside your lips, dragging them to your jaw when you instinctively moved to try catch his lips in the kiss you only now realised you were craving. But you failed and he cheekily worked away from your attempted kiss. His lips felt good on your skin and a soft gasp in his ear had him squeezing your hip harder. It reminded you what you were telling him. âWe technically just met.â
He never stopped placing the smallest of kisses along your jaw, moving them towards your neck. âTechnically?â
âWe have a couple lectures together.â
The thought that it was rather surprising that he had never noticed much of you crossed Aemondâs mind but when you let your hand fall to his chest, fisting the lapel of his jacket and tugging like you needed him more than oxygen, it disappeared into a haze of your perfume and warmth.Â
Aemond hummed as you noticed he did often. âDoes it count if I take you out the day after?â
âIâm sure it does,â you bit your lip to hide your smile, frowning when he pulled away from your neck. âBut only if you really wantââ
All your thoughts were lost when Aemond swallowed your words, his lips finding yours eagerly. You moaned against him, stiffening for a moment as your skin flushed under his touch but returning his vigour when he laced his fingers through your hair, holding it in a tight fist. It was a perfectly coordinated mess of tongue and teeth, and Aemond never once faltered in his fervour.Â
Blindly, you let him guide you to the bed, pulling him down without breaking the kiss when the edge of the bed hit the back of your legs.
In the soft glow of candlelight, the both of you were enveloped in a world of your own. The air was thick with anticipation as your bodies drew closer, the heat shared between you palpable. You tilted your head back, inviting his lips to trace a path along your neck, each kiss sending your blood rushing to your core.
âTell me what you want,â he murmured, his breath hot against your skin.
âEverything, Aemond.â
As his hands found their way under his shirt, fingers gliding over your soft skin, you let out a soft gasp, arching into him. His hands roamed freely, seeking out the warmth beneath the soft fabric, craving your skin against his own.
You felt the weight of him above you, powerful and intoxicating. With a careful urgency, Aemond sat back momentarily, pulling you with him so that he could reach to unclasp your bra. When you moved to take the shirt off with a soft smile, he stopped you.Â
âKeep it on,â Aemond placed a kiss to your clothed shoulder, running his hand across the side of your leg as he let you get rid of your bra underneath the shirt. He pulled your skirt and tights off with steady hands, humming appreciatively at the way your underwear peaked out from where the t-shirt had bunched at your hips. âI want you in my shirt only.â
You watched him, entranced, as he took in the sight of you and muttered under his breath about how perfect you were for him, his eye dark with longing. Aemond moved downwards, nestling himself comfortably between your legs, pressing soft kisses along your inner thighs, his mouth warm and inviting.Â
When you whined impatiently he smiled, a wicked glint in his eye, and returned to his explorations, kissing his way closer to your core. Aemond never took his eye off you and you could see him watching you from where he teasingly licked at the skin where your thigh met your covered womanhood. The tension in your core tightened and you jerked when he wrapped his lips around your clothed clit and sucked hard.Â
Strong hands held your hips down as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, fingers pressing into the flesh of your thighs. Again, you whined at him. âYouâre not very patient are you? Already so wet for me that I can taste your delicious pussy through the fabric. Tell me what you want.â
You propped yourself on your elbows, your arms quivering under your weight and breath hitching when you noticed his own clothes had been haphazardly taken off. Aemond was ridding you of your mind and he had barely done anything. âMore, Aemond. I want more.â
âMore what?â
âMore of you,â you whined again, mouth watering at the way he gazed at you from where he was nestled. âI want more of you.â
Aemond complied, pulling your panties off as soon as your hips had lifted on his command. He gave you a pointed look, scolding you gently when you gave him a shy whimper, moving to shut your legs so he couldnât see you spread for him.Â
âSpread your legs, pretty girl,â he let out a coarse breath when you wordlessly did as he said, baring yourself to him and gracing him with a sight more tempting than all the gold and jewels the world had to offer. Aemondâs hands guided your thighs apart encouragingly. âThatâs itâlittle bit more.â
His gentle commands were both exhilarating and daunting. The weight of his gaze was both thrilling and intimidating, sending heat rushing to your cheeks and your cunt and the chuckle coming from the man between your legs was enough to tell you that he had seen you clench around nothing.Â
Trailing his kisses from your knees and down your thighs once again, Aemond groaned, fisting the bottom of the shirt that rested against your raised thigh and licking a long stripe between your folds. It had you sucking in a breath, the sensation of his wet tongue suddenly exploring your cunt taking over every part of your mind and body, your fingers grasping at the sheets when he lapped at your clit and moaned into your wetness.
âGods, Aemond-â you made the prettiest noises but Aemondâs cock jumped at the way you said his name, giving him a newfound fervour as he ferociously sucked at your clit, flicking it with his tongue.Â
Nothing you had experienced with anyone had you trembling from sensitivity and pleasure so easily. His tongue and lips moved against you expertly and he let his arms wrap around your thighs as they rested against his shoulders, using his thumbs to spread you even more for him.Â
Spit mixed with your wetness, creating a slick that dripped from your cunt and tainted his chin and his cheeks but Aemond seemed only to revel in it. His cock grew painfully hard at the beautiful sounds you made and the sweet, slightly tart and metallic taste of you on his tongue.Â
At a particularly harsh suck on your clit, you jerked, legs clamping shut around Aemondâs head as you felt your orgasm building faster than you had expected. âAemond. Oh fuck, itâs good-â
âAre you going to come for me, missy?â Aemond asked and the vibrations of his voice while he continued to feast on you had you moaning out an incoherent answer. He was watching you as you nodded, head thrown back so all that he could see over your body and his t-shirt was your chin and glimpses of your blissful expression.Â
Shuddering and struggling to even your breathing, a heated pleasure took you with surprising intensity. Aemond continued to suck on you, delving into you with his tongue and teasing you with his fingers as he helped you through your orgasm, groaning at the way your body tensed and your pussy clenched.Â
Placing a final kiss on your clit with a cheeky grin, making his way up your body, enjoying the way you continued to tremble and whimper under his touch. He took a nipple into his mouth through the shirt, teasingly only giving it a moment of attention before his lips were back on yours.Â
Sharing the taste of you, Aemond kissed you hungrily despite having done the same within your folds only seconds ago. It was unbelievably hot in the room and you became dizzy with how your body gave into his, moulding against him perfectly as his hips found their place between your legs.Â
Aemondâs voice was dark and confident, dripping with lust.Â
But you salivated at the thought of taking him in your mouth and tried to push him back. âI want you in my mouth too.â
âNot tonight.â His hand found one of your breasts, touching you over the shirt. When you pouted at him, legs still jerking around his hips, Aemond softly moaned. âArenât you full of surprises? Good girl like you, so eager to suck me.â
Hot and heavy, Aemond grinded his cock against you, pressing it deliciously to your clit and then taking its place with his fingers. He wondered whether the pout on your lips would disappear when he pushed a digit into you, satisfied to see it fall away and be replaced with a furrow of your eyebrows and a silent gasp.Â
Keening at both his words and the way that Aemond slid another finger in and curled them inside you, searching for that spot that had your toes curling, you were increasingly desperate to taste him now that you had felt how hard and ready he was for you. âPlease, let me taste you.â
âYouâll have plenty of opportunities for that.â He sighed deeply when you moaned loudly, grasping at his shoulders and pressing your face into his neck. âI would kill to feel your pretty lips on my cock. Do you want to know what I think, missy?â
Aemond was intoxicating, sending your body into overdrive and your mind hazy with need. All you could do was nod, lost in the way he was perfectly bringing you to so much bliss.Â
âI think,â he purred. âThat Iâm going to make you mine. And that Iâll fuck the well-behaved girl right out of you in each and every shirt that I own.â
Gasping for air as he pushed himself into you, replacing his fingers with his cock, you clung to him as he stretched you out. There was a sharp sting from his size but it subsided quickly and you could feel the effects of Aemondâs cock in you all the way down your legs and to your toes.Â
Aemondâs breath hitched, his eye holding yours as he gave you time to adjust, jaw clenched and holding you tightly as if heâd fall to the pits of the hells if he were to let go of you.Â
For someone he had just met properly only hours ago, Aemond thought he had found his own heaven in you and your body.Â
You mewled, pushing your hips forward greedily. âIt feels so good-so good, Aemond.â
He slowly moved his hips, hissing and letting his forehead fall to your shoulder where he bit down gently. The way Aemond pushed deeper into you at every thrust forward stole your breath from your lungs each time. He felt like he was a virgin once again, feeling the comfort of a wet, hot cunt for the first time, losing the control he had over the urge to claim you properly and spill into you already.
Aemond was no stranger to the pleasures of the body but never had he fallen victim to weakness by a woman and Aemond was of half a mind to understand that he would do anything you asked of him simply because your bodies were a carnally perfect fit. Right now, he would burn down cities if you asked him to.Â
Keeping the steady pace, Aemondâs thrusts became more forceful, driving into you harder and drawing out nonsensical murmurs and whimpers from you. It was white-hot, each thrust sending a barrage of pleasure and sensitivity through your body.Â
âIf only they could see you now,â Aemondâs tone was deep, laced with lust and somewhat desperate as his hips snapped into you, the sound of skin against skin and his cock pushing lewd sounds from your wetness that couldnât be drowned out by the distant thump of the partyâs music. âThe perfect, innocent girl that they all believe you to be, squeezing my cock like a good little slut. Just for me.â
Blissful, incoherent sounds that he pulled from only spurred him on further and you could feel how his cock twitched and moved within you. The way that Aemondâs body fit with yours was perfect and it had that tension return to your stomach, your skin tingling and toes curling as he sped up his movements. It was blinding and deafening at the same time, stealing your breath from you each time he dragged his cock out only to push it back in.Â
Shaking and trembling, your legs squeezed around his hips and Aemond grunted, his head falling to your shoulder as he grabbed the flesh of your thigh and pushing it up and holding it beside you. Angling your hips perfectly, Aemondâs rough thrusts found a sensitive spot and you gasped, back arching off the bed as you gripped him tightly in your arms. You were barely of the right mind to notice him hiss when your nails scraped across his skin.Â
Aemond was convinced he had found a version of peace in your body, the feeling of your warmth and wetness squeezing him, quieting the loud, painful thoughts that never ceased in his mind. He swore, his voice constrained and his fingers digging further into your flesh. There wouldnât be a day that could go by in which he wouldnât be haunted by your perfect cunt and pretty sounds. It was a thought that would have had him scoffing in any other circumstances but he was so lost in you that he couldnât find it in himself to give a damn.Â
âYou are so fucking-â he groaned. âTight. Made to fit my cock perfectly.â
âAemond-â
He chuckled, enjoying the way his name was the only word you could force out between your moans. Aemondâs hips stuttered as you clamped down around him, your eyes rolling back and falling shut as you turned away from him reflexively, pressing your head into the pillow and whining pathetically.Â
âYes, missy?â Aemondâs voice was constricted but still smooth.Â
âGonna comeâIâm gonna come,â you gasped out between whimpers and moans, calling out his name as if he was your salvation.
Aemond let go of your thigh, his fingers clasping around your throat and squeezing the sides enough so that he could force your head out of the pillow. âLook at me when you come, pretty girl.â
When your eyes met his, you were surprised to see that his eyepatch hadnât been discarded but couldnât linger on the thought. Not with the way that overwhelming tension had become too much, coiling in your stomach and making you quiver underneath Aemondâs strong body, coming to its peak and snapping with an earth shattering, burning intensity that forced your entire world to go quiet.Â
With strained gasps, Aemondâs peak quickly followed yours and he pulled out, surprised to see how swiftly your hand replaced his. You felt the ropes of his hot seed fall onto your stomach, the warmth of his breath against your skin as he buried his face into your neck, heaving as he rode through the strength of his orgasm.Â
Strings of curses came from him as he let his body fall to the space beside you. Aemond barely wasted two seconds before pulling you into him so that your head rested against his chest as he held you against him. âYou okay?â
âYeah,â you smiled, letting yourself melt into him, too spent to spare a thought for the mess on your stomach. âBut I doubt Iâll be feeling so great tomorrow.â
A deep chuckle vibrated against your ear. âIâd apologise but Iâm afraid I wouldnât mean it.â
âCheeky.â
Aemond took a hold of your wrist when you slapped his chest gently, bringing your hand up to place a kiss on your knuckles before letting his hand fall to that spot on your hip. âI wasnât lying you know.â
âAbout?â You raised an eyebrow, craning your neck so that you could see his face without moving away from him.Â
âI will take you out.â Aemond grinned, squeezing your flesh playfully. âAnd I will fuck you in every single one of my t-shirts.â
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Spencer Reid x fem!reader
Two best friends alone in a roomâŠnothing will happen, right?
Warnings! Perv!Spencer! Masturbation! Panty stealing! Oral! Fem receiving! Unprotected sex! Degrading! Praise! Barely proofread
Dividers by @cafekitsune
âSo. You waiting for a certain cute brown haired boy to return?â Garcia quipped as you tapped your pen against the desk. You rolled your eyes at her while the blonde gave you a smirk with her pink painted smile.
âFor the last time, heâs my best friend. Thatâs all. And yes Iâm waiting for him to get back. Heâs been gone for almost a week and weâve had to reschedule movie night three times.â You grumbled as you crossed your legs.
âThree times? Reid never misses those. Everything okay?â Garcia asks with a sympathetic look and you sigh.
âYeah. He was on a date the first time. The second time he fell asleep and the third was a date again.â You tried to keep your voice as casual as possible but your friend senses the hidden pang of jealously threatening to come out.
âWell-â She began and then her expression turned when she saw something above you. You shifted in your seat and saw the agents exiting the elevator.
Hotch gave you a curt nod, Rossi gave you a smile, Emily and JJ waved while Morgan winked at you. You bit your lip in anticipation as you finally saw Spencer walk out. His floppy waves were flicked out of his face as he jerked his head and flashed his eyebrows at you in a greeting.
You stood, shoes padding the carpeted floor as your work pants flowed against your thighs. âHey Spencer. Everything okay?â
âYeah! Sorry I havenât really been able to check in with you. Kidnapping cases are a race against time and the unsub happened to be a woman.â You nod as you withhold the urge to hug him but he shifts beside you and leans against your desk.
âA woman? Thatâs not common is it?â
âStatistically speaking-â and then he was rambling. You bit back a smile and listened contently as Spencer caught you up on the case.
Several seconds went by and you cleared your throat, signaling him to slow down. âI know youâre probably worn out but would you want to join me for movie night?â
Spencer nods rapidly. âYes! Sorry Iâve had to reschedule a few times. Whatâs on the watchlist tonight?â He extends his elbow and you wrap your hand around it.
âHmm, you pick. Since itâs your first day back.â You smile at him as he leads you both to clock out.
Spencer Reid was a man with reasonable amounts of self control but every single time he came into your apartment, he couldnât prevent himself from sneaking a pair of panties into his pocket. It was completely off limits. You were his friend and didnât look at him that way. You were a gorgeous, sensible and caring woman but he couldnât possible be your type. Derek Morgan was someone heâd always pair you with. Someone with more confidence. Except now, he was searching for a pair of underwear in your room while you made snacks in the kitchen. You had changed into an oversized evil dead t shirt and shorts. Knee socks to top it all off and all Spencer wanted to do was rip them off and have his way with you but heâd settle for licking a strip in the middle of your thong.
He couldnât imagine what the real thing tasted like. A pretty pussy hidden away in those little outfits you wore everyday at work. Spencer also had a habit of jerking off hidden away in an office, his dick painfully hard whenever he imagined fucking you.
His car was another spot, where heâd moan your name over and over again picturing your mouth wrapped around his cock. Youâd wear the prettiest lipstick too and heâd catch peeks of a pink tongue whenever you ate something. Spencer almost felt like a dog with how pathetic he was for you. Yet he couldnât admit it to you. His shyness won over every time. He even lied about dating. He just didnât want you to think he was completely incapable of having a relationship but no one could ever replace you.
âSpencer? You okay? You coming back?â You called from the other room and he quickly straightened. Pulling your panties into his pocket and shuffling out of your bedroom. He smoothed a hand over his hair and hurried to sit down on the couch.
You held two bowls of popcorn, candy and a few other items with your hips swaying as you plopped next to him. âYour food sir.â Spencer had to swallow painfully at the term and the way your voice sounded saying Sir.
âThank you.â He replied and shifted his body slightly away from you to hide his hardening dick.
You both watched in silence but Spencer caught glimpses of you and the way your body filled out your clothes. He wanted nothing more than to let his hands and mouth cover every each of you. It was almost unbearable.
âHow was your date?â Your sudden question alarmed him and Spencer jerked his head towards you.
âWhat?â
You raised your brows. âHow was your date?â You repeated and he shrugged.
âOh. itâs alright. Donât think itâs anything worth sharing about.â He kept it short and you both fell again into quiet.
You reached over and turned down the volume. âI missed you, Spencer. It feels like itâs been so long since weâve gotten to hang out.â You gave him a slight pout with doe eyes and he wanted to fucking groan. His brown irises darkened as you nudged him with your knee. âItâs been really lonely without my favorite nerd.â You gave him a little smirk and he scoffed.
âIâm the nerd? Youâre the only person who understands my rambles so clearly Iâm not the only one here.â He retorts and you chuckle.
âOkay, okay, Iâm a secret nerd.â You hold your hands up and he points at your shirt.
âAnd youâre the one who lives in shirts like that! Who else knows different seasons of Star Trek than you?â You grin and laugh fully.
âAlight! You win!â
Spencer didnât know what came over him but he leaned in closer and rested his hand on either side of your legs. âAs usual.â
You donât back away. Instead you dip your head down. âDonât get cocky, Spencer. This is a one time surrender.â
The way your mouth moved. Your eyes having a glint and the way your thighs clenched together. Spencer couldnât take it anymore. âYouâre going to be surrendering a lot more. Youâre just too much of a brat to give in right away.â
To his deep surprise, you surged forward and leaned your weight on him, moving him on his back on the couch. âOh yeah? Well I can still pin you down, agent Reid.â
Spencer felt like his dick was going to explode in his god damn boxers as you hovered above him, necklaces dangling over his face. âThatâs because I let you win.â He replied breathlessly and you squeezed him with your thighs.
âThen donât.â You whisper and glance at his lips.
He caved in and caught your mouth in a soft kiss, his emotions clouding over him momentarily before he pulled back. âWas that okay?â
Instead of answering, you meet his lips again harder with a sigh and Spencer moans. His hand move to cup the back of your head and your leg as he adjusts you to straddle him fully. Your fingers trail over his torso then his hips and you feel a lacy material sticking out of his pocket. His eyes shot open as he felt you pull out the pair of stolen panties.
Your face is heated and your lips are glossy. âSo youâre the one who took my favorite pair. Youâre fucking perverted, Spencer. Playing the âgoodâboy act pretty well.â
Something broke in him and he lifted you up, manhandling you on your back. âIâm fucking perverted? Youâre the one walking around wearing those. You wanted me to take them and you wanted me to notice you. Donât act so innocent. Canât believe you actually bought the date story.â He growled and you were shocked at his sudden show of aggression and youâd only heard him swear a handful of times.
Spencer peeled off your shorts and saw your bare cunt. âGod, let me fucking taste it please.â He begged and you nodded rapidly.
Moving downward, he held your knees apart and buried his face in your center. His tongue lapping at your clit with a deep groan before slipping it into your entrance. âYouâre so sweet, better than I could ever dream.â You felt him press two fingers in, curling them as he paid attention to your clit again. Spencer focused on eating your pussy like a starved man and he grinds down on the cushion.
He was about to bust in his underwear from the sounds you let out. Desperate little cries and whimpers as you claw at his hair, rolling your hips to keep him in place.
âIâm gonna cum,â You whisper and Spencer nods against your cunt.
âLet me have it. Give it to me. Please,â And your climax hits you like a wave and you pant heavily.
Spencer follows suit and spills into his pants, his motions briefly stalling as he tongue fucks you through it.
âNeed you to fuck me, please, Spencer.â He didnât have a fucking chance from your pleads as he shuffled up and smashed his cum coated lips against yours in a bruising kiss. He shoved his pants and boxers off, his cock throbbing.
Spencer presses himself deep inside you, filling you to the brim as you wrap your legs around his waist and your hands grip his shirt.
He humps into you like a feral animal, âFuck, your pussy is so tight. Can barely move.â You whine and clench around him harder and he thrusts.
âI want you to cum in me. Please, donât stop and cum in me. I want to feel you, god, Spencer Iâve needed you. Fucking myself isnât enough.â
âTalking like a whore already?â He grunts, âDonât worry Iâm gonna breed this perfect little pussy and then eat it out after Iâm done.â
You reached your second orgasm and your eyes squeezed shut but Spencer wasnât having it. âNo open your fucking eyes, I want you to look at me when I cum in you.â Your eyes spring open as Spencer slaps your clit and you feel ropes of his cum coat your insides. âShit-â He grits out and buries his head in your neck and you feel his open mouth against your skin.
You tremble with aftershock for a few seconds before he pulls down, pumping himself and gestures with his fingers âHands and knees, Iâm gonna lick it off.â
You obeyed him, ass up in the air as he gave it a smack and buried his face again in your cunt. His tongue tasting both of your arousals with a throaty moan.
Youâd have to talk about this but that could wait until after he was finished cleaning his mess.
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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
For the CM Kink Bingo Challenge 2024
Requested: spencer realizing that heâll never love someone as much as he loves you. (whether that be because of a case or what have you), his mind is absolutely blown with how much he worships you and how much you love and care for him and he shows you that with the softest most sickeningly sweet sex you and him has ever done. <3
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI! Discussions of case details, case burnout, very close friends to lovers, oral (f receiving), vanilla sex (p in v penetration). Discussions of mental health, and two idiots in love.
A/N: I'm hitting the prompt Vanilla for this one, so please don't be scared off by the KinkBingo tags! I had a lot of fun writing this one (and adding Pride and Prejudice quotes into the smut scene because HELLO). Let me know what you think in the replies~âĄ
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You hadn't seen Spencer in 100 days. Which in the grand scheme of things wasn't that long, trapped in the purgatory of a âwhat ifâ the way you had been for the last eight years.Â
You'd lived without him for longer than 100 days before. He'd been in prison, you'd been on assignments, you'd lived an entire life before meeting him, but now somehow 100 days was too much time, and you were exhausted. You understood why Spencer had to take some time away from you, from the team in an official capacity after everything he'd been through. You supported him even.Â
But when even your free time didn't overlap anymore, you wondered if your relationship would ever be the same again.Â
Spencer was a friend, your best friend, probably. You'd arrived on the BAU team, he'd rattled off some statistics, stammering the way through them, and you'd immediately warmed to the man. He was brilliant, funny, and fiercely loyal, and you tried your best to protect him even when the job seemed designed to break people like him into thousands of little pieces.Â
You'd tried to convince him to leave before, after Maeve had died. You didn't want to see him heart broken again, but no one else had seemed to agree.Â
âReid needs purpose,â they'd said. âReid needs something to do.âÂ
What Reid needed was to not end up dead before he had a chance to be happy, and happiness didn't come often in your field of work.Â
You'd been almost vindicated a year later when he'd been shot again, almost fatally. Vindicated, maybe but distraught and inconsolable. Morgan had to carry you screaming and clawing out of his hospital room multiple times. It sounded stupid enough to yourself that it was only then you realized your feelings for the man.Â
You wanted to be Spencer Reid's happiness, which was why you were so lost without him.Â
He was coming back on Monday, and at least you had the weekend to sort your feelings out about everything.not just about him, but about the job you'd found didn't fit you well enough anymore, about the team you loved like family, about the relationship you knew would likely never come to fruition.Â
You dumped your bags at your door when you'd arrived in your house that night, pushed yourself into your bedroom and let yourself collapse on your bed, balling up into as cozy a position as you could. You didn't even bother taking your jacket off, you just let your brain haze over and sleep rush in.Â
Three quiet raps at your door lifted you up and out of bed again, not an hour later.Â
You grabbed your phone, grabbed the second go-bag you kept at your house, put your shoes back on, and opened the door, expecting Emily and a new case.Â
âWhere are we going?â You said, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, not even looking up at your guest.Â
âHopefully, nowhere? I brought takeout.âÂ
Your eyes widened then, taking in all 185cm of Doctor Spencer Reid, tweed jacket and plastic bag full of chow mein included.Â
âSpencer,â you breathed out, like a sigh of relief, letting the bag drop to the floor next to the first one and letting yourself into his arms.Â
He held you carefully there for a second before leading you back into the apartment, wrapping an arm around you and ruffling your hair. It was brotherly, and it made you sick to your stomach.Â
âWhat are you doing here?âÂ
âEmily said you were back from a case,â he started, unpacking the takeaway from the containers. âAnd it feels wrong to eat this without you.âÂ
You rolled your eyes and followed him into the kitchen, pulling two forks out of the drawer nearer you and stabbing them in the top of your two cups.Â
âHey, I can use chopsticks now,â he said, defending himself against an inside joke. Spencer was always useless with his hands.Â
âI don't care if you can use them, I care that they don't accidentally end up stabbing me,â you said, taking yourself back to your bedroom, Spencer following.Â
âYou'd hardly die from being stabbed by a wooden chopstick, maybe a papercut or a splinter but-âÂ
âBut you're just bad enough that I don't want to risk it.âÂ
You kicked off your shoes again and climbed onto your bed. Spencer followed.Â
âRemind me again why we aren't sitting on your couch?âÂ
âUncomfortable.âÂ
âOr at your breakfast bar?âÂ
âGlorified filing cabinet right now. Eat.âÂ
He shook his head but complied, leaning back against your pillows as you both began carefully eating. Silently, you pulled your laptop onto your bed, opened it up, and pressed play on a movie, one you'd seen more than once, and you'd forced Spencer to watch before as well.Â
In a comfortable, friendly silence, you finished your food. You stretched out in a yawn once and then curled into his side, letting his mumbling voice, repeating the movie lines as they were spoken, lull you softly into sleep.Â
Spencer knew he had to leave, but he couldn't bring himself to wake you. The movie had finished hours ago, he'd closed the laptop and turned off the bug lights, but he couldn't leave.Â
Unlike you, he hadn't counted the days that you'd been apart. He hadn't needed to. He knew you'd be waiting there for him when he returned, knew you'd give him a smile and a pat on the back, and immediately start bouncing ideas off of him. It was what he loved about you.Â
As he laid next to you in your bed, a place he'd absolutely been before, his heart thumped. Just once, but hard.Â
Even in sleep, you looked exhausted. Your shirt was crumpled, hair a mess, you were still wearing makeup, and he knew he'd probably get an earful for letting you sleep like that in the morning. You were a mess, and he still wanted you.Â
The thought came to him suddenly, another painful thump of his chest echoing in his mind. He rubbed absent mindedly at his chest as if experiencing heartburn. In the dim light of the room, he let his head drop to the pillow and wrapped two shaky arms around you and pulled you in closer.Â
The two of you were a picture - both in suits, both with badges still somewhere on your person, both dearly clinging to the person they feared losing the most.Â
When you woke the next morning, it was actually the afternoon.Â
âSpencer,â you groaned, melting under the heat of his embrace. Somehow, during the night, he'd rolled on top of you, pressing you into the bed with a delightful pressure, head nuzzled into your neck, arms tucked around your waist.Â
âSpencer, we should get up,â you said again, forcing your eyelids apart as your mascara tried to glue them together.Â
âMmmmhh,â he groaned, moving to pick himself up off you for a minute but lowering himself again. If asked, he'd blame your hand in his hair, stroking the rogue curls gently, as if he were a prized pet and you their carer.Â
âSpencer, its 2pm.âÂ
âOn a Saturday.â You laughed at how pouty his voice sounded, but he complied and rolled off of you slightly, arms still wrapped around you.Â
âCome on. Get up. I've got some clothes that might fit you, let's get you out of the tweed.âÂ
He huffed but nodded and lifted himself halfway to upright, eyes still closed lazily as he let in the light millimetre by millimetre.Â
âGod, my face feels horrible,â you said, itching at your nose. âHow did we even sleep so long like this? My belt is still on, Spencer, my belt.âÂ
âIf you were still wearing a weapon, then I'd be worried,â he smiled.Â
You shot him a sarcastic look and finally detangled yourself, only to clasp his hands and pull him forward as well, letting him trail you to your closet.Â
âHere, change in the bathroom,â he nodded and walked away, following directions with eyes still closed, as if it were really his apartment and not your own.Â
100 days without him, and it was as if it had only been 100 hours. Your entire body chemistry changed when he was around, the stick holding your spine rigidly in place, dissolving into calm, into a smile and a free giggle. It felt right again, and you almost forgot you'd ever felt wrong.Â
After briefly changing, you swapped place with Spencer, who'd exited the bathroom with a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth and wet hair.Â
âDry it for me?â He asked, sitting on your couch, and you nodded your ascent. A shower and a quick change later, and you were doing just that.Â
As much as he tried to keep his head upright, it kept lolling onto your thigh, yawns stretching out of him as he nuzzled closer to you.Â
âSpencer, you're like a big kid, keep your head up.âÂ
âI'm not a kid,â he laughed, hooking his arms behind your knees and nuzzling closer into your soft sweats. âI'm just tired.âÂ
âYou're right. A child would probably be better behaved.âÂ
âOur child would be,â he sighed, but you'd already turned the hairdryer back on, drowning out everything. Everything but that thump again. A child, he was thinking about children, and more importantly, he was thinking about your children. With him.Â
He'd always imagined himself with a family, knowing it would ultimately stay in his imagination. But for a second, his visions changed. It wasn't just a child or two. It was you. Thump.Â
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.Â
He only released the image when you finally pushed his head off of you and stood, turning away from him to get a glass of water from your kitchen.Â
âSo, any plans today? Books to read, papers to mark, undergrads to run away screaming from?â You let the ice water cool your hot cheeks, but kept your back to him. You were hot, embarrassed, and you were looking at him in a sickeningly sweet way that could only be described as love struck or struck dumb.Â
âNo, no, I finished all my obligations at the college yesterday,â he said, following behind you and picking up your cup when you set it down, taking a sip himself.Â
âI was⊠I was actually hoping we could spend some time together? Unless you had plans, which is totally fine-âÂ
âNo, Spencer, yeah, I have no plans, that'sâŠ. Well I have to do laundry, which is a bit boring but, no. No plans.âÂ
âLaundry?âÂ
âTwo week case in Florida, I don't know how you didn't smell me yesterday, Spencer. I'd be running for the hills.âÂ
He laughed and stepped away again, grabbing the two go bags by the door and coming back into your space.Â
âHow about we get this done now so we can spend the day in a Who-Trek marathon?âÂ
âMake that a Who-Greys Anatomy Marathon, and you have yourself a deal.âÂ
He pouted again, and you snorted at the sight, taking another sip of water to calm yourself before you could react safely to that face.Â
âCome on, you know you've been dying to know what happens next at the Grey Sloane Memorial Hospital.âÂ
âI thought it was called the Seattle Grace Mercy?âÂ
âOh we better get to that laundry now. You have a lot to catch up on.âÂ
Grabbing a bag in one hand and his free hand in your other, you made your way down to your building's laundry room. But despite the man by your side and the relaxing day threatening to stretch ahead of you, a gloom caught you in the corridors.Â
You'd worked for two weeks, practically solid. You'd killed a man two days ago, or at least someone on your team had multiple shots having been fired. Another day on your job, another unsub felled, and everyone else was content with this just being a part of the job description.Â
It felt like each step towards the laundry room, each thing you did that was normal, that was regular, threw back in your face the pain you endured to save lives.Â
The bag in your hand weighed you down, pulling you lower and lower by the second.Â
You reached the laundry room, and you found the weight almost unbearable, stopping just before you could step in. You didn't have to think about what came next though, because suddenly the bag was out of your hands and Spencer was sorting your laundry for you.Â
âIt's a Saturday, so your neighbour's won't complain if we separate the darks and lights into two machines, will they?â He asked, not looking up at you as he worked pouring out the fabric softener and the detergent. âY/N?âÂ
You hadn't noticed the lightness in your body until the tears hit your cheeks, the weight gone with his support.Â
âY/N, what is it? What's wrong?â He said, hands cupping your face, because of course he was immediately at your side.Â
âI-I can't do it, SpencerâŠâ your voice shook, pitching upwards, your vision blurring with tears.Â
âCan't do what, Y/N? Talk to me please, let me help?âÂ
âI can't do laundry!â You said, finally bursting into a full fit of tears and burying your head in his waiting chest.Â
âL-Laundry?â He said, trying not to laugh, but the smile slipping out anyway now you were holding him.Â
You only sobbed again, nodding into his shirt, aware you were probably leaving snot all over it but not being able to care. It was your shirt anyway. You would just have to add it back to your laundry pile.Â
The thought set you off on another wave of sobs, and Spencer set about comforting you again. Keeping an arm wrapped around you, he put his quarters into the machines and set them off before quickly ushering you back up the stairs into your apartment.Â
âY/N? Y/N, please talk to me,â he begged, smoothing your hair out of your eyes as you tried to gather yourself.
âI don'tâŠ. I can'tâŠ.â You took a breath again, aware of the way your breathing hitched in your chest as you did.Â
âI don't think I can do this anymore,â you said, and his eyes widened quickly.Â
âThis? Y/N, if you mean this as in us, then I can't-âÂ
âThis job,â you clarified, hands digging into the soft flesh of his arms further as he held you, finally sitting back on your couch.Â
âThe job. Okay, the job. That's okay. We all feel like this at some point.âÂ
You sniffed again and refused to meet his eyes.Â
âBut this isn't like the other times this - It's like my whole b-body is protesting, and I can't sleep, and if I don't, then I might get sloppy and an unsub could-âÂ
âY/N, focus on my voice. You're spiralling. Listen to my voice, let's take some breaths, and think about this for a second.âÂ
He guided you through some breathing, a hand on your back tapping out beats even as his voice grew quiet.Â
When you finally relaxed, you were sat on top of him, his hand rubbing circles into your back.Â
âI think it started when you left,â you whispered. âWhen you went to Mexico, and then, you know,â you've voice thickened, and you couldn't get the words out.Â
âAnd then these last 100 days they've just beenâŠdifficult.âÂ
â100âŠdifficult,â he echoed, almost breathless as he listened to you.Â
âIt's like I can't do it without you. I never had to try to do it without you, and now I get what people say when they say this job is shitty, because it is when your best friend isn't there.âÂ
You gave him a weak smile and wiped away your tears, trying to climb from his lap. But his firm arms held you still, and you didn't really want out anyways.Â
âWhen I get home, everything is different, and I can't make myself do anything. If you weren't here, I wouldn't have done that laundry. I'd let it sit and avoid it for weeks. Do you understand?âÂ
âY/N, lots of people feel depressed sometimes-âÂ
âIt's not - Spencer, I don't think this is something I can medicate my way out of. I don't know what to do because I can't do my job without you, and I can't be happy doing my job, and if I leave my job I'll be without you and then-âÂ
Your voice cracked again.Â
âAnd then I still won't be happy.â The words were barely a whisper, but they were a plea, too. You weren't sure what for.Â
âYou can't be happy without me?â He asked, but it was more a statement than anything else. Spencer felt horrible in that moment as his chest rattled, gleeful that he was your happiness.Â
âI love you,â he said, outloud finally after eight years.Â
âI love you, too, Spencer, but-âÂ
âNo, Y/N. Listen to me. I. Love. You.â The thumping of his heart set the tempo for the choir that was his senses to begin singing, as he finally leaned forward and kissed you.
âI love you, and I don't care if you're working at the BAU or if you're avoiding laundry at home. I, god, you're amazing and wonderful, and you're a human being, and you've our yourself under so much pressure for the last decade to keep me alive, to keep all of us alive really andâŠ.âÂ
He took another breath, leaning into kiss you one more time.Â
âAnd you deserve a break.âÂ
âW-When we take breaks, people die.âÂ
âDid anyone die when I was teaching for the last three months? When JJ went on maternity leave?âÂ
You shook your head, but your brain was still a mess.Â
âYou all had reasons, I-âÂ
âYou have reasons, too. Y/NâŠ. Y/N, let me be your reason.âÂ
For a moment or two, Spencer truly thought you were going to say no. He thought you would get up and walk away, or better yet, ask him to leave and never come back.Â
So when you pressed your lips to his, he was sure that this was a dream.Â
But to you, it was salvation. Spencer Reid's love was the lifeline you'd been thrown, and it was buoyant enough to make you start floating.Â
His hands kneaded the flesh at your hips as he pulled you closer still to him, his tongue slipping into your mouth to explore every part of you there.Â
âY/N⊠loveâŠyou,â he mumbled with each spare breath he caught, and you only detangled your lips to hear him say it again as he pressed similarly heated kisses against every inch of your exposed skin.Â
When Spencer's mind lost its ability to create original speech, he leant back on a lifetime of information, of learning love through books and people and marathons with you.Â
âI know that all I know right now is that I love you. And I know that I always will,â he whispered, lifting you and carrying you back to the bed you'd only crawled from an hour hence.Â
A hand slid under your shirt, and slowly pushed it over your head, letting it slowly drop to the floor as he held you tenderly.Â
âTo me, you are perfect.â
His mouth found one nipple, and he gently kissed, then suckled at it, hands softly caressing your stomach, feeling along every ridge of you as you writhed under him.Â
âOf all the FBI Units, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine.âÂ
âSpencer,â you said, voice still thick with tears, but these ones more tender, more joyful.Â
His hand eased your sweats over your ass and off, his hips settling between your legs as if he found the place he was made to lie forever.Â
âThe truth of it is, Iâve loved you from the first second I met you.âÂ
His mouth trailed lower until his tongue hit your clit, brushing against it languidly, as if it was his deepest desire to taste you and nothing else ever again.
His tongue flattened and flicked and pushed inside of you as you replayed his words again and again and again. You found yourself repeating them with him.Â
âI love you,â you echoed as he pushed a finger inside of you.Â
âI.. love you,â you gasped as he added another.Â
âI love you,â you screamed as your back arched up off the bed, finding your pleasure in his tongue, just ad you'd found love in his words.Â
âYou have bewitched me body and soul, and I loveâŠ.â He freed his cock from his pants, and took it in hand.
âI loveâŠâ With another kiss, he pressed the tip of it against you, asking for permission silently as you nodded your head.Â
âI love you.â He pushed in slowly, but it wouldn't matter how he did it because now you knew how he felt, and you didn't want to return to a time of not knowing.Â
Hooking your legs around him, Spencer dropped his forehead to yours and looked you directly in the eyes as he began moving. In and out, he thrust, mouth open in a moan of pleasure, likely mirroring your own.
The poetry, the movie lines, they were gone now, and Spencer was left with nothing but you, and love, and love for you.Â
âSpencer,â you moaned out, and he felt his chest swell. Pride. His name on your tongue, his body pressed to yours, claiming you as his ad you claimed him as yours.Â
He came with a shudder and you were not far behind, his undoing sending a shiver up your spine as his fingers grazed your clit again.Â
You sat panting for a minute, still attached, still forehead to forehead.Â
You weren't sure if it was him who giggled first or if it was you, but you were glad it was one of you.Â
You spent the rest of the night, the rest of the weekend, wrapped in his warmth, dressed in his love, taking each day a step at a time as you basked in his adoration.
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obviously, i feel very normal and chill about ewan's new performance in saltburn. anyways lmao this is my version of michael gavey from the vibes i got from him in the 5 seconds he's in the trailer! i have no idea if this is accurate to how he is truly portrayed in the movie! if the movie comes out and i'm totally wrong, then i don't care bc i got to have fun writing about a cheeky lil oxford student!!
summary: you're nearly failing statistics and the student your professor asks to tutor you seems to gain a sick satisfaction from seeing you squirm; he hates you...or so think.
pairing: michael gavey x reader
warnings: mature, 18+ (minors, do not enter!!!) no use of Y/N, afab reader, profanity, smut, piv smut, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), dom/sub, brief daddy kink (literally one mention), dirty talk, dumbification, humiliation (only a bit), size kink if you squint, mild angst but happy ending, choking i guess (barely), public sex (they're alone but like it's still public lmao), brief discussions of math -- please let me know if i missed anything!
word count: 10.5k (dear lord)
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PRAISE | Taunt Part 2
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âRight, so,â Professor Davies began, pulling a thick textbook off the shelf next to his desk, âSince weâve only just returned from Easter holiday, I thought Iâd go easy on you today.âÂ
A few quiet groans could be heard around the room, a couple students turning to look at one another with grimaces; in the few weeks youâve been in Professor Daviesâs class, heâs never once gone easy on you. With a small sigh, you shuffle through your spiral notebook until you come to a blank page.Â
âDâyou think youâll go to the party this weekend?â Louise whispers, leaning over closer to you as she twirls a pen around in her fingers, âI heard this one is supposed to be fucking insane.â
âLike any of Felixâs parties arenât insane?â You whisper back, smirking as you doodle a small flower on the corner of a page of paper, âOf course Iâll be there,â you murmur, watching as Professor Davies writes an intricate formula on the chalkboard, âI could really use a break, anywayâŠIâve been so stressed recently.â
âChristâŠâ A boy, in the row of desks in front of you scoffs, just barely shaking his head as he copies down the formula, his handwriting sharp and choppy. You feel blood rush to your cheeks as you narrow your eyes, staring intently at his sandy hair. You didnât really know him, this being your only class with him, but youâd seen him around campus, regularly passing by him in the halls. Oxford may be a large university, but when youâre on campus everyday, you begin recognizing familiar faces.Â
He didnât run in the same crowds as you at all, and you got the distinct impression that he looked down on you and the rest of your friends, but you knew his name â Michael and that he was incredibly smart, his hand promptly shooting into the air anytime Professor Davies asked a question. In the few weeks youâd been in the same statistics class, you had yet to see him get a question wrong, watching as he grinned, cocky, everytime he was praised for correctly solving even the most intricate of formulas.Â
You, on the other hand, couldnât be more the opposite, always shying away and praying not to hear Professor Davies call your name in his deep, baritone voice every time his eyes scanned the crowd, looking for a volunteer, or victim, more like. While Michael clearly enjoyed the class, practically glowing with an arrogant confidence as soon as he walked into the wood paneled lecture hall, you were simply here to check it off as a requirement of your major, hoping to survive the class with a C and nothing more.Â
It was annoying, you wouldnât deny that, the way that smug smirk seemed to be permanently etched onto his face, how that stupid taunting glimmer was an ever-present fixture of his blue eyes â blue eyes which, seemingly, always managed to find their way to you, one way or another.Â
His attention was intimidating at first, his cold stare leaving you unsure of what exactly his intention was. Was he trying to challenge you? Trying to determine if he knew you from somewhere else? A small part of you, a naive part, hoped that his staring was meant to be affectionate; he was cute, youâd admit it! Always showing up to class in cozy knit sweaters, his wavy hair still ruffled and untidy as if heâd just gotten out of bed, gold rimmed glasses perched atop a strong nose.
You quickly tear your gaze away from the back of Michaelâs head, biting your bottom lip as you begin copying down the problem on the chalkboard, pausing briefly when you see, from the corner of your eye, his head turn as he glances at you over his shoulder. You felt your cheeks flush despite yourself, that small, sanguine voice in the back of your head cheering.Â
âNow, then,â Professor Davies booms, dropping the textbook down on his desk with a cacophonous thud before sweeping his eyes across the classroom, âA bit of review before we really dive inâŠâ He continues, pacing around the front of the room as he explains the various parts and pieces of the equation on the board.Â
âWhat do you think youâll wear?â Louise asks, leaning over once more to whisper in your ear, you can smell her signature floral perfume on her hair, âI was thinking Iâd do that new blue-ish dress I got, you know, the strappy one?â
âMight still be too cold for strappy,â you whisper back, half listening to the professor drone on as you continue doodling on your paper, pausing every few minutes to jot down a few haphazard notes, âI was just thinking Iâd do a jumper, probably a skirt and tightsââ
Suddenly, you hear Professor Davies call your name, your cheeks practically stinging as blood rushes to your face. Sitting up straighter, you finally find the courage to meet his stern gaze, âSince you seem all too eager to share your thoughts,â He continues slowly stalking towards you across wooden floorboards that softly creak beneath his feet, âWould you care to enlighten us with the solution to the quadratic equation on the board?â He comes to a stop, hands clasped behind his back as he patiently waits for you to answer, a small, knowing smile poised on his lips.Â
âIâ uhm, well,â you stutter, glancing back and forth between your barely there notes and the chalkboard, throat growing tighter as you feel everyone's eyes on you, âDonât you need to solve for G first?â
âAnd how would you go about doing that?â
âWell, you wouldâŠâ You trail off, desperately trying to remember the lessons youâd had before Easter holiday, absentmindedly picking at your cuticle as you pray to be anywhere but here or for a hole to open in the floor and swallow you whole, âIâŠI donât recall, professor. Iâm sorry.â You finally say, not being able to meet his gaze as you stare intently at your lap, desperately willing yourself not to cry, even as you feel your eyes stinging.Â
âPerhaps, in the future, it would be of benefit to socialize with your friends outside of my classroom.â Professor Davies admonishes, giving a sharp glare to Louise as well, who manages an apologetic smile. âYes, Professor.â You whisper, keeping your eyes downturned.Â
Finally, you hear the floorboards softly creaking once more as Professor Davies makes his way back up to the podium at the front of the room and once again resumes his lecture. You canât help but pause for a second when you hear a small snicker from the tall boy in front of you, sensing as he peers at you over his shoulder once again.Â
âWould anyone else like to take a crack at the problem on the board?â Professor Davies asks, leaning against the old, worn podium at the front of the room. Like clockwork, Michaelâs hand shoots into the air. Somehow, that makes you blush even harder.
Eventually, Professor Davies finishes his lecture and retrieves his dark leather briefcase from under the desk, pulling a thick stack of papers out and sitting them on the podium, leaning over it with a sigh, âI have your tests graded. Most of you did very well, you should be pleased with yourselves. Some of you, however,â He says pointedly, âCould benefit greatly from a closer study of the material.â
Slowly, he walks around the room passing back tests, throwing out a comment here and there as he did so. You already know you hadn't done well on that particular test and dread getting it back and confirming your suspicions, so you keep yourself busy, choosing to meticulously pack up your things instead.Â
âMr. Gavey,â he said a few feet away from you, papers rustling as he slid the test across the wooden surface of the long bench desks, âOnce more, an outstanding job! Top of the class, keep it up.âÂ
âThank you, Professor,â you glance up, watching as he takes the paper with a humble nod, that same, oh-so pleased smile gracing his angular face. He must sense you looking at him and quickly shifts his gaze in your direction, eyes glimmering with self-satisfaction behind his gold-rimmed glasses as his smile quickly turns into a smirk. Finally, you tear your gaze away from his with a small, bewildered huff. Why did he seem to get so much satisfaction from besting you, of all people? Itâs not like you were exactly an academic threat.Â
âMs. Bickerstaff,â Professor Davies says, finally appearing next to the table you and Louise sat at, âNot bad, a bit more effort next time and youâre sure to be on track,â he remarks, sliding her paper across the desk. Louise thanks him with a small smile as she flips through her test, eyes scanning over his marks.Â
Finally, Professor Davies stands before you once again, your paper the very last in his hands. You hear him mutter your last name before he slides the paper across the desk to you, and you canât help but deflate as you see your grade; you knew it would be bad, but that? How on Earth were you going to recover your average? What if you had to retake the whole course? What if you failed out of Oxford entirely? Your parents had sacrificed so much to help you get here, spending years and untold amounts of money on private tutors and extracurricular materials, all to help you have an impressive application! Not to mention the money just for the course fees! Unlike most of your friends, you didnât come from piles and piles of money and status â your family was alright, sure, but you were definitely several tax brackets below them.Â
As your thoughts spiraled, you felt Louise elbow you in the side at the same time you heard Professor Davies address you again. Shaking your head to clear your scattered thoughts, you clear your throat and finally turn to look up at him, âSorry, yes, Professor?âÂ
âAs I was saying,â Professor Davies continues, tapping the papers in front of you, âI would like to discuss your performance with you today, after class. Please meet me at the front of the room before you go.â
âYes, sir.â you mumble dejectedly, nodding as you quickly flip the test over, embarrassed at the thought of anyone else seeing your grade.Â
âIâll see you later, babes,â Louise says a few minutes later as everyone is clearing out of the room, âGood luck!â She whispers, giving you a reassuring pat on the shoulder before making her way to the door.
âThanks!â you smile weakly, swallowing the lump in your throat before picking up your things and heading to the front of the room. The afternoon sun is already getting lower in the sky, beams of light shining into the room, bathing rectangular swaths of the floor in bright, golden light and highlighting motes of dust as they scatter in the air. Only a few students are left in the classroom, some of them finishing up notes while others type out quick texts. As you walk by his desk, you notice Michael scribbling down notes in his planner.Â
You shuffle your feet nervously as you stand in front of the sizable oak desk that your professor sits at, watching as he adds a sticky note to the top of another stack of papers, âYou wanted to see me, Professor?â
âAh, yes!â He says, looking up at you over his glasses. He quickly caps his pen and stands, walking around the desk to stand in front of you, âI know this class has been quite the challenge,â he begins, leaning against the desk, âBut, I think Iâve found a solution for you.âÂ
âYou have?â You ask, tilting your head in confusion.
âI think you could benefit greatly from a tutor, perhaps a peer who could explain the material to you in a different way,â he continues, âAnd I have just the student in mind.â Instantly, you feel a pit beginning to form in your stomach, biting your bottom lip as you watch Professor Davies motion for someone behind you to come up to the desk, âMr. Gavey, if you could join us up here, please.â
You freeze when you feel him saunter up beside you, eyeing him out of the corner of your eye. He was so much taller than you, your head barely grazing his shoulder, as he came to a stop next to you, standing casually with his backpack slung over one shoulder.Â
Professor Davies once again turns his attention to you, motioning to Michael as he speaks, âMr. Gavey here is one of my most capable students,â you canât help but notice him stand up straighter at the comment, growing somehow even taller, âIâve taken the liberty of asking him if he would be so kind as to assist you with some of the course work and he agreed.â You freeze a little at that, stunned that he would be so quick to help you when he seems to relish any opportunity to make you squirm. âIâve given it some thought,â the professor continues, fixing you with a stern gaze, âAnd Iâm willing to let you make corrections to your test and resubmit it for half credit.â
âOh, thank you so much, profââ
âHowever,â he adds, crossing his arms over his chest, âThis will be the only time I do so. From now on, I suggest you see Mr. Gavey here on a regular basis; the material is only going to get more challenging as we begin this next unit.â
âOf course, professor. Thank you again.â You respond quietly, shifting uneasily as you stand between the two men.Â
âRight, well, now thatâs sorted,â Professor Davies says, clapping his hands together once as he turns and makes his way back over to the desk chair, sitting down with a tired sigh, âI trust the two of you can come to an agreement upon when and where to meet. Iâll see you again Monday, have a pleasant weekend.â He says, waving his hand dismissively as he goes back to organizing his papers.Â
The two of you murmur your goodbyes before making your way into the hall, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up as he follows you out of the classroom. Eventually, you come across a small alcove in the hallway; finally turning to face him, you let your eyes sweep up his body, finally coming to meet his blue eyes, slightly hidden behind the glare of the hallway lights on his glasses.Â
âSo,â you clear your throat and shift on your feet awkwardly, âUh, what time works for you? I really canât do Saturdaysââ you begin, only to be cut off.
âShame,â Michael sighs dismissively, a smirk pulling at one corner of his mouth, âSaturday is the only day that works for me.âÂ
The tone of his voice and the mirthful glint in his eyes makes you very much doubt that, your gaze narrowing, âOkay, well Saturdayâs are the only day I have off,â you huff, only growing more annoyed as the stupid smirk on his face grows with satisfaction, no doubt pleased that heâs being a nuisance, âBesides, I super canât tomorrow, anyway. I already promised my friends Iâd come with them to this party thaââ
âOh, I know about your little party,â Michael scoffs, âTrust me, love, the whole damn class heard about that stupid fucking party with the way you lot were running your mouths earlier,â he chuckles coldly, continuing in an exaggerated high-pitched voice, one hand coming up to mime twirling a lock of hair, âOooooh, itâs so cold, canât wear the fuckinâ strappy dress, gotta wear me jumper and little slutty skirt, la-dee-dah.â He finishes with a final huff of laughter.Â
âWhat is your deal with me?!â You finally snap, glaring at him, even as you feel your face redden, âYouâve been a dick all semester and I havenât done anything to you! Iâve never even talked to you!â Glancing around the empty hallway, you cross your arms over your chest, praying no oneâs in earshot to hear your hissed tirade.
âI might not know you but I know plenty about your little friends,â he sneers, shaking his head like a disappointed father; the sight makes your blood boil.
âWhat does that even mean?â You demand, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. What did your friends have to do with any of this? None of them ever spoke about Michael, none of them even knew him as far as you were aware.Â
His face softens, if only for a moment, as he registers the genuine confusion on your face, smirk faltering as his eyes narrow. He leans in closer to you as he begins speaking again and you canât help but get a brief smell of the cologne he wears, something warm and woodsy that makes you think of a bookshop and the smell of the forest after it rains, âCome on,â he starts, blue eyes flitting between both of yours as he looks at you intently, âFelix Catton? You and your little friend, the one from class, you go around with him, yeah?â
You nod, giving him another puzzled look, confused as to what the hell Felix has to do with any of his disdain, âYeah,â you say slowly, drawing out the word, âBut, what does he have to do with anything?â
Michael huffs once more, almost laughing to himself as he shakes his head, burying his hands in the pockets of his jeans, âSee, we went to school together, him and I â some of primary, all of secondary,â he shrugs, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he traps you in his gaze once again, âAnd I just donât fucking like the guy. Canât stand him, never couldâve.âÂ
Youâre silent for a second, and now itâs your turn to flick your eyes back and forth, searching each of his for some sort of coherent answer and yet you come up empty. âBut, what does that have to do with me?â You ask slowly, making sure to carefully enunciate each word.
âDonât trust the people around him either,â he mutters, gazing down at his shoe, âWeirdos, the whole lot. Thereâs somethingâŠoff about the guy. Canât put my finger on it, but thereâs something dark there, all around him. Like heâs putting on one big show. All his little gremlins do too, they all act the same.â
The two of you are silent for a moment, neither knowing quite what to say next. You chance a glance up at him, nearly gasping when you find him already gazing at you â an unreadable expression on his face. Yet a light blush still blooms on your cheeks as you quickly look away once again, your heart thudding so loudly youâre wondering if he can hear it â hell, youâre wondering why youâre reacting this way at all, why youâre so shy and skittish around him.Â
âMânot like that,â you very nearly whisper, finally seeming to regain your voice. Only to lose it once again when he takes a half step toward you, suddenly crowding you further into the small alcove.
He makes a small noise, damn near cooing at you, tilting his head to the side when he notices you flinch as he raises an arm, gently raising your chin with one hand, angling your head up to meet his gaze, that signature smirk once again taking hold on his face as he looks at you curiously, âYouâre not like that, are you?â He asks, his voice low and raspy.Â
You quickly shake your head, blinking up at him, unsure of what exactly he wants from you. You feel your cheeks stinging for the umpteenth time today with how hard youâre blushing, a strange feeling taking root in your stomach the longer you stare at him, that small voice in your head positively cheering.Â
But, as quickly as whatever spell he seems to have on you takes hold, itâs broken as he suddenly lets go of your chin and steps back, casually pursing his lips and nodding to himself, coming to some unknown decision in his head, âMeet me in Bodleian, tomorrow at five. Thereâs hardly anyone up on the third floor on the weekends, so we'll be able to focus.â He says simply, turning on his heel to leave without even giving you a second to answer.
âBut Iâm busââ
âDâyou want a good grade or do you want to go get drunk with your creepy gremlin friends?â He asks, peering over his shoulder as he saunters down the hallway, raising an eyebrow at you over the shiny gold rim of his glasses, âSâyour call, love.â He finishes with a shrug, disappearing as he turns a corner and leaves you standing there alone, frowning and dumbstruck.Â
âBodleian at five it is,â you mutter to yourself, sighing as you turn and walk the opposite way, desperately trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach and the fog in your brain.Â
Your shoes tap against the stone pavement as you walk up to the old library, backpack slung over one shoulder; reaching into a pocket of your backpack, you blindly grab for your phone as you pull open one of the heavy, old wooden doors and step into the atrium. Out of all of Oxfordâs libraries, you had to admit that Bodleian was one of your favorites; it had such a soothing atmosphere â from the way the evening light trickled in through the old glass windows, to the intricate wooden decor, and the way the entire place smelled of the old, well-loved books that lined the countless rows of shelves.Â
Stepping to the side of the entryway, you check the time, your hand shaking a bit as you unlock your phone â 4:53pm, a little early, still. Sighing, you crane your head, nervously looking for Michael. Not seeing him, you decide to bide your time examining one of the tall bookshelves near the entrance, eyes skimming over their titles as you fiddle with the strings of the hoodie youâd decided to wear. Smiling, you lean up on your tiptoes to grab a copy of The Two Towers, happy to see a familiar book. Just as your fingers graze over the embossed gold lettering on the spine of the book, a large pair of hands grab you by the shoulders.
âBoo!â Someone whispers, close enough that you feel the warmth of their breath on the side of your neck.Â
You spin around with a small shriek, jerking your head to the side when a hand is suddenly clasped over your mouth.
âShh! Hey, relax!â Finally managing to focus on the face in front of you, your breathing slows as your gaze meets a pair of round blue eyes. Michaelâs face is only inches from yours, concern evident, even behind the mask of a smirk he wears. âItâs only me.â He says softly, smirk softening into a genuine smile that sends a frantic tingle down your spine, which you desperately try to ignore as you nod against his hand, gasping in a small breath as it lowers once again to rest on your shoulder.Â
âHi.â Blinking up at him, you breathe the word more so than say it as you settle back on your feet, cheeks flushing as you realize he has his other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you forward ever so slightly, like he wanted to make sure your head didnât hit the sharp edge of one of the shelves; the voice in your head purrs as the butterflies in your stomach summersalt.Â
âHi.â He answers and you feel the hand on your shoulder twitch, the ghost of a comforting squeeze or rub causing the hair on the back of your neck to stand on end as some strange, warm weight settles in the pit of your stomach.Â
Suddenly, whatever spell the two of you seemed to be under broke and you quickly clambered away from one another. Michael cleared his throat, running a hand through his wheat colored hair as you tugged at the sleeves of your hoodie, trying to look anywhere but in his direction. âShould weââ He starts suddenly, nodding his head to a staircase at the other end of the room, âItâll be quieter up there.â
âSure!â You chirp, giving him a curt nod, âLead the way, you seem to know the place better than I do.â
âWell,â he chuckles, keeping his voice low as he moves past you, âSâwhat happens when you donât spend all your damn time at weirdo parties.âÂ
You roll your eyes behind him, huffing as you start following him up the staircase, one of your hands gliding across the smooth, polished wood of the bannister.Â
âSorry.â He says suddenly as you reach the third floor of the library, running a hand through his hair once again as he stands at the top of the staircase.Â
âWhat?â You ask, coming to a stop on the last step and looking up at him, tilting your head to the side as you lean against the handrail.Â
âFor earlier,â he explains, gesturing for you to follow him as he starts making his way to the back corner of the large, open space, the one furthest from the stairs, âScaring you, I mean. Didnât mean to.â
Youâre quiet for a moment, following him as the two of you walk past aisle after aisle of towering bookshelves. The area is definitely quieter than the main floor, nearly vacant aside from one or two lone students sitting at the long wooden study tables. Itâs calm up here, evening light filtering in through large windows on either end of the long room, casting large shadows on the floor and vaulted ceilings.
Eventually, the two of you come to a stop at a table, the very last in its row, tucked away in a corner. âItâs alright,â you shrug, trying to keep your voice soft in the quiet space as you sit your backpack on the edge of the table, âI donât know why Iâm so jumpy today, maybe the tea from earlier.â You lie, hopefully smoothly, and quickly grab a pen and notebook as well, before sitting down.
Michael huffs to himself as he sits his things out on the table as well, like heâs laughing at a joke you canât hear, âMaybe itâs all that tension.â
âWhâ tension?â You question, cringing at the urgency in your voice as you pray that he doesnât pick up on it, shifting in your seat as he pulls out the chair next to you and plops down, completely relaxed as if he owns the place.Â
âThe stress? That you were meant to be working out at Cattonâs?â He gives you an odd look, resting his head against his hand as he leans his elbow on the table, âCouldnât help but overhear your little conversation yesterday.â
âOhâŠâ You breathe, a pink haze settling over your cheeks once more as you fidget with your pen, acutely aware of how easily he seems to be able to make you blush.Â
The smirk on his face widens as he narrows his eyes, studying you in a way that makes your heart squeeze, your thighs clenching together as that heady weight from earlier makes itself known again in your stomach, âYou canât keep one thought in that head, can you, love?â
You blink, unsure of what to say, as two halves of your brain argue with one another. Why is he so mean? You wonder to yourself, eyes searching his, as you frown, AndâŠGod, why do I like it?
âWhy donât you like me?â You ask, finally breaking the silence with your small voice.Â
He scoffs again, shaking his head as if the answer should be obvious to you, âYou donât take it seriously. You come to class and whisper and gossip with your damn friend or doodle in your little notebook, but you donât fucking listen.â He sits back up, frowning, âI work hard every fucking day in there, for fuckâs sake, I only agreed to help you because I want to be Daviesâs teaching assistant next year! Yet you and Catton and everyone like you can just pay their way in here, collecting a little diploma from Oxford just so their parents can brag about it with their stupid fucking rich friends.â He finally finishes, turning his head to stare out the window.Â
âTold you, Iâm not like that,â you whisper after a moment, voice wavering from the tightness in the back of your throat, âIâm here on scholarship, same as you.âÂ
His eyes flit back to you, his frown deepening, âHow did you know abââ
âLike Iâm not going to ask around about the guy tutoring me?â
âFair enough.â He concedes after a minute.Â
Silence settles over the two of you again, like a stalemate, waiting to see who would crack first. Finally, you turn to him with a sigh, nodding to your test paper on the desk, âCan we just get this done? I donât want to be here any more than you do.â
âAh, of course,â he nods as he picks up your test, looking over the first incorrect problem, âCattonâs big important party. And youâre stuck here with a loser like me; must really be doing your head in, huh?âÂ
You want so badly to correct him, to tell him that no, actually, for once, you were kind of excited to not be at one of Felixâs parties. You wanted to tell him that youâd hoped things would be different, maybe if it was just the two of you he would drop the arrogant asshole bit, that you stupidly hoped it was just an act.Â
Instead, you bite your lip, determined not to lash out and give him another reason to dislike you, âI donât think youâre a loser, Michael,â you say, tiredly meeting his gaze, âCan we just focus on this now, please?âÂ
Heâs quiet for a moment, frozen like youâd said something groundbreaking. Finally, he nods his head, almost imperceptibly like heâd come to a decision you werenât privy to, âSure,â he says gruffly, grabbing your test and reading over the first incorrect problem, âSânot like Iâm the one failing.â He finishes, his voice tight and determined, like he knew it was something heâd regret saying even as the words left his mouth.Â
See? You think silently, pointed words aimed at that stupid voice in your head, Told you so.
Itâs barely an hour later and you already feel cross-eyed, groaning as Michael flips your test over to the next page and you see youâre only just now halfway done correcting the ones youâd gotten wrong. You hate to admit it to yourself, but his tutoring was helping â problems that youâd hardly been able to finish the first time seem far less daunting as he explains them to you. Even he seems less daunting as the hour goes on; shockingly, he doesnât make anymore snide comments and you can tell that he genuinely enjoys talking about the subject, patiently helping you through each problem.Â
âCan we take a break?â You grumble, laying your head down on top of your textbook.Â
âWhat?â He scoffs, rolling his eyes as he checks his watch, âItâs hardly been an hour and youâre ready to give up?âÂ
ââM not giving up,â you mumble, âI just think we could use a little breakâŠâ You say hopefully, looking at him with a small smile. When he doesnât break, holding your gaze with a frown, you sigh, âJust, like, ten minutes, please?âÂ
You want to groan again when you see that formidable smirk make its home on his lips again, âSay please again.â He commands, his voice low.Â
âHuh?â You balk, nearly dropping your phone as you retrieve it from your pocket.Â
âSay please again,â he says slowly, his smirk only growing wider as he watches your cheeks redden, âBeg.âÂ
âW-why?â You question, face burning as you try your damndest to look unbothered by his request.Â
He shrugs dismissively, âMakes you squirm,â he answers finally, leaning back in his chair, âI like that.â
âWhy?â Your voice is so small you doubt heâd even know you spoke if his eyes werenât fixed on you.Â
He hums, a satisfied noise, like youâve finally managed to meander into a trap heâd set ages ago, âSâfucking cute,â he huffs out a laugh when he sees your eyes widen, âMakes you blush and act all dumb.âÂ
You know you should be offended, but you canât find it within yourself to care, âYou think Iâm cute?âÂ
He chuckles, sighing, âThatâs what you choose to focus on?âÂ
âDo you?âÂ
âFine, yes.âÂ
âPlease, Michael,â you say suddenly, the words feeling practically punched from your throat, âPlease, please can we have a break? Please, only ten minutes?â You beg, breathing hard as you quickly scan the room, shoulders relaxing when you donât see anyone else sitting at the study tables.Â
You see the way his eyes widen behind his glasses, like he canât believe you actually did it, before they narrow once more, overtaken by a satisfied gleam, âTen minutes.â He says simply, leaning back in his chair yet again, letting his head flop back, relaxed, and closes his eyes.Â
You donât move for a second, letting your eyes study the side of his face, looking over his sharp jawline and the curve of his nose. After a moment, you look away, deciding to pull out your phone.Â
A few minutes go by as you answer a few texts from Louise, telling her that you miss her too and how you wish you were at the party â a lie, though you canât find it within yourself to care. You busy yourself for a while longer, watching a few people's Instagram stories, the volume on your phone muted as you watch your friends dance under colorful strobe lights, blowing smoke at the camera and clinking drinks together.Â
âI meant what I said.â You say finally, laying your phone on the table and picking at one of your cuticles.Â
âHm?â Michael questions, not bothering to open his eyes.Â
âI donât think youâre a loser,â you answer, fidgeting, âI never have. I think youâreâŠintriguing.â
âIntriguing?â He asks, finally sitting up and looking at you with a questioning stare, âHow so?âÂ
You swallow, tucking your hair behind your ear with a shrug, âYouâre smartâŠyou know youâre smart,â you start, voice small and shaky, âI like that.â
âYou like that or you like me?â Heâs looking at you like a cat playing with a helpless mouse, looking at you like he knows heâs already won a game you donât even know the two of you are playing.Â
âYou.â It comes out as a breath.Â
He doesnât answer and eventually you look away from him, choosing to stare out the window at the streetlights outside, the sky dark.Â
Finally, the silence becomes overbearing and you break first again, âThank you,â you smile at him, keeping your voice low even though you know the rest of the floor is vacant, even though the noise of the floors below has drastically faded over the last hour, âFor helping me, I mean. You probably have a dozen things youâd rather do on a Saturday.âÂ
He stays quiet for a few seconds, âI didnât really have anything better to do,â he smirks, âNo parties.âÂ
âNone?âÂ
âNever,â he shakes his head, shrugging, âDonât get invited.âÂ
âOh,â you answer simply, âWell, still, either way, thank you.â You smile again, but it falters when he leans forward suddenly, crowding into your space with a sly grin, so close that you can feel his breath on your neck.Â
âI know a way you could repay me, love,â he whispers lowly into your ear, your hair standing on end, âOnly if you want to, of course.â He adds, his long fingers toying with a strand of your hair.Â
Your eyes grow comically wide as you process what he just said, âH-how do you want me to repay you?â You whisper, your eyes finally meeting his.Â
He laughs softly, letting go of the strand of your hair to rest his hand lightly against the side of your face, his thumb skimming over your cheek as he watches a rosy hue settle across it, âI can think,â he starts, thumb moving lower to skate across your bottom lip, slightly tugging the skin with it, âOf one very fucking good way to put this mouth to use, love.âÂ
You part your lips slightly, letting the tip of his thumb into your mouth, just barely holding it between your teeth as you lightly run your tongue over it, heart skipping a beat at the way his lips just barely part in shock as you do. The voice in your head purrs again, roaring back to life, and you nod, smiling around his finger.Â
âYeah?â He questions, smirking as he watches your lips twitch around his thumb, ââYâwanna?â
âYes.â You reply around his thumb, your hands coming up to hold onto his forearm, the fabric of his rust colored sweater soft under your hands.Â
âBeg.â He commands again, eyes twinkling.Â
You take in a breath, eyes slipping shut as your thighs clench around nothing â missing the way Michael glances down at the movement, a knowing grin forming on his face, âPlease, Michael.â You practically whine.Â
âOoh,â he coos, finally moving his thumb from your mouth, only to trail his hand down your neck, lightly resting it against your throat, âI think you can do better than that, pretty. Open your eyes and damn beg.âÂ
You follow his orders, a small whimper skirting past your lips at the new pet name as you open your eyes, âPlease, Michael, please let me repay you, let me thank you, please.â The words tumble out, your eyes wide and pleading.Â
âHowâre you planning on doing that, empty headed little thing?â He taunts, the hand around your throat just barely tightening but itâs enough to make you let out a small, desperate whine. He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, moving close enough to you that the front of his chest is plastered to your side, his heart beating against your shoulder, âAsk for what you want, beg properly.â His breath fans across the side of your face again, the feeling of his lips brushing over the side of your jaw making you jump.Â
âPlease, God, Michael,â you whine, squeezing your legs together so hard youâre surprised they havenât fused together, âP-please let me suck your cock â to thank you, thank you for helping me.â You add quickly, breath shaky as you turn your head to look at him imploringly.Â
He chuckles, but he looks pleased as he leans back momentarily, craning his neck to make sure there isnât anyone around, âAlright, alright, love,â he soothes, coming back to face you, nodding his head to the empty space in front of his hair, below the table, âNot God, but Iâll give you what you want.â He teases.
Your breath catches in your throat as you look down at the floor beneath the desk, then back up at him before nodding, âYes, sir.â You push yourself off your chair, sliding down beneath the desk.Â
âGoddammit,â you hear him groan above you, running his palms over his thighs as he parts them, making room for you, âKeep that up, love, might even give you extra credit.âÂ
You rest your palms against the tops of his thighs as you move between his legs, getting comfortable on your knees, the old wooden floor cool against your skin, even through your black leggings. Finally, your eyes settle on the sizable bulge, covered by his dark jeans, and you canât help the small whine that leaves your lips. Slowly, you move your hands up to the button of his pants, quickly popping it open and dragging the zipper down, smiling when Michael sighs above you as he pulls his sweater up out of the way, exposing the pale skin of his stomach. You let your eyes roam over him, warmth settling between your legs as you spot the dusting of light hair that starts beneath his belly button and leads downwards, disappearing under his plaid boxers.
You move closer to him, crowding in between his long legs, as you hook your fingers over the tops of his boxers, before finally looking up at him, âCan IâŠ?â You ask, nodding to where his cock is straining against the fabric.Â
âDonât be shy now, princess,â he groans, running a hand through your hair as he stares down at you, âGet on with it.â
You keep your eyes on his as you pull his boxers down, just enough to free his cock, watching the way his chest heaves as he lets out another relieved sigh. Finally, you tear your gaze away from his as you look at his cock, gasping in a breath as you do. As far as dicks go, Michaels is impressive, beautiful even â long and thick with veins running up the underside, leading up to a flushed, leaking tip.Â
You take him in your hand tentatively, squeezing him lightly around the base, your confidence growing when he grunts, breathing heavier. Finally, you lightly lick the tip, eyes sliding closed at the pleasant, salty taste of his pre-cum. You take the tip of him in your mouth, humming around him when his fingers tighten in your hair, lightly pushing on the back of your head, silently urging you to take more of him.Â
âFuck, thatâs it,â he roughly groans, managing to keep his voice low, âKnew that pretty fucking mouth was good for something.â He moves his hips, impatiently thrusting his cock an inch deeper into your mouth, breathily cursing under his breath.Â
You start bobbing your head up and down over his length, taking more and more of him into your mouth, more of his pre-cum leaking onto your tongue as you feel his dick throb and twitch in your hand. After a moment, you take a deep breath through your nose and remove your hand, resting it on his thigh, as you take him all the way to the base, your nose nestled in the short patch of hair there as you breathe in his heady scent, your eyes glazing over as you savor the feeling of him at the back of your throat.Â
âJesus!â He grunts, louder than he meant to, keeping your head in place as he thrusts his hips up again, keeping you in place at the base of his cock, âFuck, thatâs it,â he praised lowly, your center throbbing, no doubt leaking onto the fabric of your leggings, âLook at me, wanna see your eyes while I fuck your throat.â
You whine, desperately blinking back tears as you look up at him, trying to keep your breathing even. You hold his gaze as you stick your tongue out, licking lower, down toward his balls, relishing the way his eyes roll back as you do, stomach muscles twitching as he continues thrusting his hips up into your mouth, soaking his boxers and jeans with your spit.Â
âOh, fuck, thatâs it,â he groans, looking down at you, his eyelids heavy, âGod, yeah, cry on my cock love. Fuck, you look so pretty crying on my cock.â He mumbles, talking to himself more so than you.Â
His words send a shiver down your spine, adding to the heat in your center, and you whimper when he finally moves his hand from the back of your head, allowing you to come up for air. You do, with a gasp, thin strings of spit connecting your reddened lips with the flushed head of his cock. You keep your eyes on his as you wrap your lips around him once more, running your tongue along the thick vein on the underside before sucking at the swollen tip, relishing the way it makes him clench his jaw and gasp through his teeth as you stroke the rest of him with your hand.Â
Above you, he smirks again, gently running his hand through your hair but making no move to press your head down again. He cocks his head to the side, studying you, grinning at the far-off, foggy look in your eyes, âNot a thought in that pretty head, is there?â He asks, bringing his hand down and gently patting your cheek; the ghost of a slap making your thighs clench, making your head dizzy with need.Â
You nod around him, moving your head up and down along his length. You feel yourself throbbing with need, pulsing with heat; almost automatically, your hand starts to wander, a small sigh escaping you as your hand presses against your center through your leggings. You feel a warmth settle across your cheeks again as you feel your own wetness, leaking through the fabric just as youâd suspected. You whimper as you press down again, your eyes falling shut as you let your hips grind against your fingers, the wet fabric creating a delicious friction against your clit.Â
Which you get to feel for all of five seconds before Michael is suddenly yanking your head from his length, causing you to yelp as he tugs your hair. âDid I say you could touch your cunt?âÂ
âN-no,â you whine pathetically, eyes watering from the harsh hold he has on your hair, âIâm sorry, I wasnât thinkââ You try to explain, only for him to cut you off with another harsh tug, making you mewl.Â
âThatâs a pattern with you, isnât it?â He asks, looking at you with a condescending smirk, studying you again, âYou were being such a good girl earlier, what happened? Hm?â He questions, pushing his chair back enough to pull you out from under the table.Â
You get to your feet, suddenly feeling shy in front of him once again despite having his cock in your mouth mere moments ago. âIâŠgot distracted.â You answer finally.Â
âI got distractedâŠ.who?â He asks, looking up at you expectantly over the rims of his glasses.Â
âI got distracted, sir,â you quickly correct yourself, eyes frantically scanning the still vacant floor of the library, âIâm sorry.â
âThatâs much better, love,â he drawls, placing his hands on your hips, âNow, what couldâve been so fucking distracting, huh?â He starts moving his hands, slowly, toward your center, still looking up at you, his eyes questioning. You nod your head, just barely but enough for him to understand, and any hesitancy from him quickly disappeared. âCould it be this, I wonder?â He questions sardonically, suddenly cupping your heat in his large hand, the warmth of it nearly making your knees buckle, even through the thin fabric of your leggings. He hums, the sound low in his chest, when he feels how much youâve soaked the fabric,Â
âOh,â you whimper, grabbing at his shoulders to keep yourself balanced as his fingers continue to tease you, rubbing circles into your clit, âOh my God, fuck.â
âChrist,â he breathes, staring up at you with dark eyes, âSo fucking wet, love, holy hell. Did you get this way just from sucking my cock?â
âYeah,â you whine, nodding your head desperately as you try to swallow all the small noises you want to make in your throat, your hips rutting against his hand, âPlease, sir!â
âOh, so now that dumb brain has no trouble remembering damn instructions, huh?â He taunts, a wicked grin on his face as his fingers rub your clit in smaller, harsher circles, making you see stars, âNeed your wet little cunt played with to be able to do as you're told?â
You nod your head frantically, tears nearly spilling from your eyes at the zaps of pleasure radiating from you, your walls clenching around nothing. Just as you feel yourself about to tip over the edge, he stops, jerking his hand away from you with a knowing chuckle, âW-what?â You question, eyes blinking open, âI was so close!â You whine, nearly stamping your foot on the floor like a petulant child.Â
âTold you,â Michael shrugs, pulling you to sit in his lap, your back against his chest as he wraps his arms around you. His breath tickles the side of your neck and face when he speaks again, âYouâre so fun to tease, love, canât help myself.â
You wiggle in his grasp, making him groan as your ass grinds against his hard length, desperately trying to get your hands free to touch your pussy again, nearly out of your mind with need. âP-please, sir, please touch me!â You finally gasp out, knowing he wonât give in until you do.
âNow thereâs a good girl,â he says, voice pleased and cocky as he plants kisses along the side of your neck, âSince you asked so nicelyâŠâ He says, letting go of one of your arms, letting you grasp the arm still wrapped around you with your hands, as his free hand skirts down your stomach to the top of your leggings, pausing long enough for you to nod again, before he finally touches you.Â
You whimper, jerking in his lap at the feel of his warm fingers directly on your heat for the first time, spreading your wet folds with a satisfied hum. His long fingers move down to your entrance, gathering some of the wetness there, âYouâre so fucking wet,â he marvels, dragging his fingers up to your aching clit, âFucking dripping on my fingers.â He murmurs in your ear, nipping at the side of your neck and sending tingles down your spine as he starts rubbing tight, wet circles against your bud.Â
You tilt your head back, resting it against his shoulder as your chest heaves. A moan leaves your mouth, louder than it should be, and Michaels free hand shoots up, wrapping around your mouth. âGotta be quiet, love,â he whispers, not slowing down the movement of his fingers in the slightest, âWouldnât want someone to interrupt, hm? Make me stop again?âÂ
You squeeze your eyes shut, whining desperately against his hand as he moves his fingers against you, the coil in your belly winding tighter and tighter. Your whole body lurches atop his, making him suck a breath in through his teeth as you move against his cock, still hard and hot as it presses against your lower back, when he moves his hand lower, plunging two fingers into your tight heat with no warning. âFuck!â You yelp, muffled against his hand; tears leak from the corners of your eyes as he moves his fingers, scissoring them into you relentlessly as his thumb circles your clit.Â
âSâfucking tight,â he mumbles lowly, voice vibrating his chest against your back, âGod, youâre tight.â He grunts between clenched teeth, repeatedly crooking his fingers inside you as he fucks his fingers in and out of your heat, letting out small, barely there groans every time your pussy squelches around his fingers as he punches muffled whines and whimpers from you. He crooks his fingers up suddenly in a way that makes you see stars as you writhe on his lap, your knees shooting up off the floor as you attempt to curl up on yourself, âThat the spot?â He teases, relentlessly rubbing his fingers against it as his thumb quickens against your clit. He adds a third finger without warning, curling them up against that rough patch inside you as he bites down on your shoulder, muffling his own groan as he feels you clench down on his fingers.Â
âYou gonna come?â He mumbles, grinning like a cheshire cat when you frantically nod your head, tears leaking onto the hand still wrapped tightly around your mouth. âOpen your eyes,â he commands, not stopping his movements, âWant you to watch what Iâm doing to you when you fucking cum.â
At the promise of finally getting to come, your eyes shoot open as you pick your head up off his shoulder, looking down the length of your body to where his hand disappears under your leggings. You practically come undone at the sight, watching as his hand moves against you through the dark fabric, maintaining a careful rhythm. âMichael, please!â You whine against his hand, desperately trying to keep your eyes open.Â
He chuckles lowly, clearly proud of how quickly heâs been able to reduce you into a begging mess, the sound reverberating off your back. âFucking come,â he commands, doubling his efforts, âSoak my fucking hand, love.â
The coil in your stomach finally snaps and you sob, eyes snapping shut as your whole body clenches, shaking in his lap, as fireworks burst behind your eyelids. Your entire core clamps down so tight he has to fight to keep his fingers within you, muting the sounds of his groans against your neck and shoulder as he feels your cunt pulse against his fingers. He doesnât let up, pressing incessantly against that spot within you as you come, until he finally gets what he wants â both of you groaning together, noises muffled, as a stream of fluid seems to erupt from your center, soaking his hand and the inside of your leggings, though you canât think enough to care at the moment.Â
âGoddammit,â he grunts, finally removing his hand from your leggings, running his fingers through your folds one last time just to make you squirm. Suddenly, heâs lifting you off his lap enough to turn you around, maneuvering you to face him. Youâre practically boneless in his lap as he lifts you just enough to pull your leggings down over your ass, pressing his bare cock against your still throbbing center when he sets you back down, âGonna let me fuck you, love? Hm? Want me to make you go dumb around my cock?âÂ
You nod your head weakly, not bothering to lift it from his shoulder as you straddle his lap. He doesnât make you beg this time, too desperate to feel your wet heat around him, as he swiftly lifts you up again, just enough to align his length with your entrance.Â
Both of you moan as he lets you sit back down, his hard length disappearing into your warmth. He holds the back of your head, pressing your mouth against his neck to muffle your cries; you can feel his jaw clench with the effort of keeping his own muted. He fills you deliciously, thick cock pressed against every part of you, as your clit presses against the small thatch of hair above his length.Â
âFuck,â he huffs, the word hissed between his teeth as he squeezes his eyes shut, savoring the way your pussy pulses around his length, the way you desperately mouth and lick at his neck, âGod, knew youâd feel good.âÂ
Somehow, that remark works itâs way through the fog in your brain, âHm?â you hum against his neck, your hands coming up to tangle in his golden hair, âYou thought about me?â You whimper, words whiny and breathy as he rocks you against him, spearing you on his length again and again, head kissing your cervix just enough to knock the air from your lungs every time he lowers you back down.Â
He sighs, as if just now realizing what heâd said, and nods, swallowing down a moan before he speaks, ââCourse I did,â he admits, grinding you down against him, his hips pressed against yours. âLooked so damn pretty in class,â he continues, âSo cute all, fuck, all flushed and embarrassed every time you got asked a question.âÂ
His admission makes you clench around him, heat flooding through your system as you process what heâd said. Your clit grinds against his body again, just as the head of his cock brushes against that spot in your center, and itâs like your brain has been whited out, all you can do is mewl against his neck as he rocks you up and down along his cock.Â
âFuck, I feel this sweet cunt getting tight, love,â he says, breathing heavily as he gets closer to his own release, âYâgonna come?âÂ
âYes!â You whimper, voice high-pitched and broken as you nod frantically against the skin of his neck, now wet with your spit and tears as you rock yourself against him, moving your clit against the hair at the base of his cock.Â
âHold it,â he commands softly, more breathing than speaking. He chuckles when he hears you whine, loving the way you mewl for him like a soft little kitten, and the hand still holding your head against him strokes your hair, soothing you. âWant us to come together,â he huffs, cursing under his breath as he feels you grow somehow tighter around him, âFuck, Iâm close just hold on.â The hand on your hip tightens, grinding you tightly against him, groaning as he feels your center milking his cock, your walls clenching around him desperately.Â
âF-fuck, Michael,â you whine, breath hot against the column of his throat as you feel yourself tipping over, âPlease! Please I canât hold it, please!â You beg beautifully, weeping against his skin, trying so hard to keep it down to a whisper so you donât draw attention, not this close to your release.Â
âWhere, fuck,â he curses, pulling your head up to look in your eyes, the blue in his nearly swallowed by blackness, âTell me where.â He pants, his voice urgent.
âInside me!â You breathe, cunt clenching around him as you feel him twitch inside you.
He groans, forehead resting against your shoulder for a second as he tries to maintain control, both of his hands gripping your ass hard enough to leave bruises, âAre you sââ
âYes!â You nod, resting your forehead against his when he picks his head back up, ââM on the pill.â You reassure him as you keep nodding. The two of you move together for a few more seconds, wildly grinding together, before the coil in your stomach is finally wound too tight, âMichael, oh, fuck!â
âFuck,â he gasps, seeming to get somehow thicker inside you, âCome for daddy, fuck, be good and come.â He commands, his own voice low and frenzied.
Hearing him call himself that does you in, and you shatter around him, walls gripping him tightly. You open your mouth, unable to control a loud moan, which he quickly hushes by pressing his lips against yours, licking into your mouth as he thrusts up into your center harshly a few times, each rise of his hips accompanied by a grunt into your waiting mouth as you mewl at the heat of his cum filling you up, extending your own release.Â
The two of you stay quiet for a moment, breathing heavily as you sweetly kiss, tiredly pressing your lips together. Finally, you pull away from him giggling shyly when you meet his eyes, blushing as you feel his length slowly softening inside you. âGetting shy on me now?â He teases, smiling at you as he gently plays with your hair.Â
You smile back at him for a second before suddenly coming to your senses and remembering where you are, âShit,â you whisper, hopping up off his lap, âI cannot believe we just did that!â You quickly scan the floor with wide eyes, shoulders visibly relaxing when you still donât see anyone.
âWasnât in my plan,â Michael starts, tucking his member back into his boxers and zipping up his jeans, âBut Iâm certainly not complaining.â He finishes, smirking at you before standing. He leans down, helping you pull up your leggings. He doesnât miss the way you grimace when the damp, now unpleasantly cool, fabric presses against you. âSorry,â he apologizes, gesturing to them, âI shouldâveâŠcontrolled myself better with that one.â He finishes, awkwardly scratching at his chin.Â
You laugh quietly, trying to play it off although youâre dreading the half hour train ride back to your flat. That feeling doubles when you look down, eyes widening as you see the dark patch around your crotch, hardly visible on the dark fabric but enough that it makes you nervous, âGetting home is gonna be fun.â You joke, turning to begin gathering your things.Â
Youâve gotten your textbook put back into your backpack when you feel a tap on your shoulder; turning your head, you look wide-eyed when you see him sheepishly smiling at you, holding his red sweater out as he stands in a band t-shirt, âHere,â he says softly, waving the sweater at you, âYou need it more than I do and itâs my fucking fault anyway.â
You blush, taking the sweater from him with a small thank you, tying it around your waist as he busies himself with picking up his things, before putting the rest of yours into your backpack as well, âOh, you didnât have to do that!â You tell him as you finish situating his sweater around you, satisfied that the stain is covered.
He huffs out a laugh, âYou sucked my cock on the floor of a library,â he jokes, eyes sparkling with mischief yet again, âSâthe least I could do.âÂ
You laugh, playfully shoving at his shoulder as you put your backpack on. The floor is truly, blessedly, empty as the two of you leave and walk downstairs, not seeing anyone on the second floor either and only a few stragglers on the main floor at this hour on a Saturday evening. He pushes open one of the heavy wooden doors at the entrance, holding it open for you as you duck under his arm. The door thuds closed behind you as you both stand outside the library, the air cold now that the sunâs gone down.Â
âI really like them, that band,â you say, nodding to his shirt, âTheir last albumâs really good.â
âOh!â He says, eyebrows raising in surprise, âYou know them?â He asks, smiling when you nod again, âTheir new album is probably my favorite too, actually.â The two of you stand in a comfortable silence for a second later before he notices you shiver as a breeze blows through the stoney courtyard. âDâyou live close to campus?â
âHalf hour on the train,â you shrug, pulling your phone out to check the time, âI should probably go soon if Iâm gonna catch the next oneâŠâ
âYou could come to mine?â He asks, his voice hopeful, âItâs only a walk from here, maybe fifteen or twenty minutes?â
Your eyes widen, having not expected his invitation, but you nod nonetheless, âIf youâre sure,â he nods, âThen, yeah! That would be great.â You smile, walking beside him as you start heading in the direction of his flat.Â
âWould you maybe want to get lunch sometime?â He asks, glancing down at you.
âI would love that,â you smile, your hand brushing against his as you continue down the sidewalk, âI think I might need more tutoring, tooâŠâ
His hand catches yours, your fingers intertwining as he smirks, âWill you suck my cock every time?â He teases, grinning as you laugh, the sound echoing off the buildings and filtering into the night air.Â
Told you so. The voice in the back of your mind echos as you lean your head on Michaelâs shoulder.
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the tutor in dorm 24B
inspired by this request
meantutor!re2!leon x fem!reader
summary: you have no choice but to go to your math professor for help in the class. unfortunately, he can't help you. but he knows a certain blonde that can, top of his class, perfect scores on everything, just the tutor for you.
tags: college!au, math/stats terminology, ooc leon, leon is an asshole, leon & reader have attitudes, dom!leon, slightly jealous leon, degrading kink, praise kink, leon talks you through it, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (use safety guys!), oral sex, cunnilingus, clit stimulation, teasing, etc.
word count: 9.8k đ§ââïž (this shit long sorry)
math is horrible. youâve never been bright in math, plus it isnât fun. itâs only fun when you understand what youâre doing. especially statistics, which is a whole other level for math. there are symbols, very important definitions and strategies, formulas and techniques, very precise calculations and data.
you never understood what the teacher was writing up on the board when youâd step into lecture. he moved fast and spoke even faster, youâre hands would cramp trying to keep up with him and youâre notes were a jumbled mess.
even if you tried so hard, you just couldnât understand. your mind was constantly running, like a hamster on a wheel though it was nonstop. it was the same schedule pretty much every day. you wake up, rush out of your dorm, race to class, get to class huffing and puffing, and you do this three more times for your other classes.
then after a long day of learning, youâre off to work at the cafe down the street. itâs a very famous cafe, especially with it being so close to campus. convenient for students who needed work and wanted a nice coffee.
after work, youâd go back to your dorm on the brink of passing out, but of course, you had to study.
it was a constant look, a constant cycle that seemingly never broke until summer break. your days were starting to blend together and you were slowly driving yourself insane. at one point, you put stats at the back of your mind since you were so focused on an essay for your english class.
little did you know that youâd pay for that in the future. you missed one class, one lecture - and it seemed like you missed a whole semester.
you went to class the next day, after turning in that very important essay, and you were completely lost. you tried talking to your classmate about what the professor was talking about but she was just as lost as you.
if you thought stats was hard before, itâs even harder now. you looked over your notes from before, trying to correlate those to the ones now. though, nothing made sense.
that led you to where you are now. a week later, still very much lost, and youâre grade dropping with every single assignment.
you toyed with the drawstring of your sweats, blinking your dry eyes and nibbling at the dry skin of your lip. you were trying so hard to stay awake as your professor scrolled through your grades. his eyes were squinted and his knuckles pressed to his lips.
he had a pensive look on his face, looking from your scores and back to you.
you could practically read his mind. it was embarrassing and shameful. he took off his glasses with a sigh and turned his chair to face you.
âyou were doing really good in the beginning but after chapter three i mean,â he paused gesturing his head over to the computer where the Dâs and Fâs lined up like a pattern.
âwhat happened? chapter three was so long ago why didnât you reach out?â
you never understood why some professors didnât take students' lives into consideration. some professors think that students have no life while others are very considerate. this professor wasnât one of those professors.
he didnât understand why his students couldnât understand his material or why people asked stupid questions. even though, at the beginning of the semester he mentioned:
âeven stupid questions are good questionsâ
then when that stupid question is asked. he sits there with a disappointed look on his face and quite literally embarrasses that student in front of everyone. which is why, you donât ask questions at all. you donât want to be embarrassed, especially not in front of 30 other people.
âiâm sorry, my life has just been really hectic lately and-â you rambled, running your hands over your face with a heavy sigh. until, of course, you were interrupted.
âno worries, i understand but,â he paused again, judging you with his eyes and completely ignoring the fact that you were on the brink of a mental breakdown. âyou gotta reach out for help if you need it.â
even if you tried, it probably wouldnât help. his teaching methods are like tough love. harsh but itâs supposed to teach you a lesson. spoiler alert, it never does.
he reached over for a pen and a sticky note and you watched him scribble down a few numbers and a name.
âi canât really help you since my life is also hectic,â
alright, asshole. youâre the fucking professor you should be helping me. you said to yourself, never in your life did you want to slap someone so bad,
âbut i can refer you to one of my top students.â he pushed the sticky note toward you. you picked it up and read the name at the top, his dorm number, and his phone number.
great, just what you needed a tutor.
you werenât sure how exactly this âtop studentâ was passing this class with flying colors and it was to the point your professor was impressed. which he never is and never was.
either this top student is sucking your professor's dick behind the scenes or is actually insane.
you read the name at the top as your professor began to speak.
âhis name is Leon, heâs gotten perfect scores on every quiz and test, very smart and a decent kid,â
yup, Leon is definitely sucking this man's dick.
Leonâs contact info and his dorm room were written underneath his name. it was odd that he didnât tutor in the library like the rest of the tutors did. though, given the fact heâd rather tutor in his dorm, he probably isnât a tutor at all.
âi contacted him before our meeting today, heâs expecting you.
âoh, okay.â you nodded slowly, pocketing the small slip of paper. you werenât so sure if you were comfortable being alone in a random dorm with some guy youâve never met, but for the sake of your grade you were willing to do so.
you finalized your meeting with your professor and left his office even more unsatisfied than when you came. you were hoping heâd give you a run down on what you missed but instead, he completely dismissed you to his top student.
you left the building phone and slip of paper in hand, you werenât sure if you should text him or not. ultimately, you decided it could wait. you were exhausted and maybe a small nap would be helpful rather than going to this guy's dorm where you probably wouldnât learn jack shit.
â
Leon waited for you. he was told to expect you around the afternoon, so he canceled his plans with his friends, he went home to his dorm, tidied up, and put on a more suitable outfit. he never wanted to be a tutor it was tiring trying to teach someone something over and over again.
plus, he had doubt in his skills as well. he would be to blame if someone were to get a bad score or if they failed their exam.
but when his stats professor made a deal with Leon, he decided to take it. if he were to tutor you and possibly future students, heâd put in a good word with any police academy he wanted to join.
Leon wasnât so sure how his professor would get that to happen but it was better than nothing at all.
so he waited, half an hour went by and then an hour and another. at this point, he was tired both physically and mentally. he sat leaned onto his desk with an elbow, tapping his pen against his notebook. it didnât take long for him to catch the hint that you werenât coming.
and just as he was about to strip his clothes to take a nap, there was a knock at his dorm door. his hands dropped at his sides and a sigh left his mouth, though he tried to maintain a calm act even though he was close to bursting into flames.
he was irritated, you were two hours late, he was already drained from a long day of sprinting around campus for his classes and he just got dumped not too long ago. he does not have time to be in a good mood.
albeit, he still opened the door with a smile.
âhi, you must be-â
âyes, iâm so so sorry! i know i was supposed to be here hours ago,â
Leon let out a small laugh, mumbling under his breath, âyeah, you wereâŠâ
unfortunately, you heard that part, and your heart dropped. at first glance, this guy looks like a sweetheart. he had a nice face, his cheeks a little round but his jaw very defined and sharp. his eyebrows were relaxed and a thick brown, and his dirty blonde hair was split down the side and a little long â the ends just touching the height of his cheekbones.
his lips were plump and a nice pink, glasses were perched up on his head and you guessed he was probably wearing them earlier.
his chin had a small indent, a little butt chin almost. he had two beauty marks on his throat, right on his adams apple, and a few small ones on his face.
he wore a basic dark blue sweater, even with the baggy fabric you could still tell his shoulders were nice and broad and he paired his sweater with basic grey sweats.
he was very attractive, tall, and muscular but that baby face was throwing you off. it wasnât a bad thing, rather it was intriguing. how are you supposed to focus when thereâs a very attractive man tutoring you? maybe your professor is secretly setting you up.
âoh god, iâm so sorry. i probably shouldâve gotten your number from our professor,â
âuh no worries, just come in.â he said in a hurry, opening the door further for you. you nodded to him a thank you and stepped inside.
his dorm smelt of fresh mint and lemon, there was a hint of spice in the air as well. it was pretty warm, which made you guess the heater was on.
he shut the door behind you, walking past you as you stayed in the doorway to slip off your shoes. you took around the room for a second. his bed was up against the left side of the room, away from the sight of the door. dark midnight blue sheet, with a matching duvet and pillowcases.
underneath his bed were a bunch of bins, probably clothes and extra storage. against the back wall was his desk, piles of papers and different books were all stacked neatly at the side. the large window above the desk allowed a natural hue of light to cast down into the room, giving the room a pale yellow glow.
against the other wall was a dresser and closet. his room was very generic, with some posters and photos taped to the walls and a whiteboard with messy scribbles depicting his schedule for the week.
âso uh, how much did the professor tell you?â he asked, sitting at his desk chair and swerving around towards you and he lowered his glasses down to his eyes. you took a few steps further into his dorm, adjusting the tote bag on your shoulder.
âum he just said to meet you here and that you could help,â
âwell no shit,â he scoffed, catching you off guard and sending a tense feeling through your muscles. âdid he say what you needed help with? which chapter? which concept?â he asked and each time you shook your head like a dumbass.
âiâve kind of been struggling the whole semester i just-â
âwhy didnât you get help earlier?â Leon asked curiously, tilting his head to the side. unlike your professor, who seemed actually concerned this time. but that concern was probably for himself instead of you.
âi was embarrassed, i guess,â you shrugged.
he sighed, dropping his head and nodding his it up an down.
âokay well, uh please sit anywhere really uhh,â he got up from his desk chair and walked over towards the other corner of his dorm. there was another small chair in the corner, albeit a bit old, and he brought it over to his desk.
âsorry, iâm not used to visitors.â
âno worries,â
you sat down on his old chair and placed your tote bag into your lap as he opened up his computer. you watched as he brought his glasses up in front of his eyes and opened up the course page. âso uh, what did you need help with?â
his tone was harsh, almost like your professors. you felt intimidated by him, he was smart and quite rude.
âum well, everything?â your answer sounded more like a question, causing him to raise an eyebrow up at you.
âiâm sorry, i canât help you with everything,â he spat, turning his shoulders towards you with one elbow on his desk. âgive me specifics, like which chapter?â
âevery chapter, it just isnât making sense to me and i-â
a sigh left his lips and his shoulders slumped, you could practically hear the thoughts running through his head. âalright well, i can help you with the first chapter,â he said with a shrug.
you nodded along, reaching into your bag for your notes.
âthe first chapter is pretty basic. basic terminology and techniques we use throughout the class, âkay?â he began, speaking with his hands as he went. you nodded at him, placing your notebook at the edge of his desk and writing down what he just said.
anything counts, anything you could get would help. you needed to get a good grade in this class, if you had to retake it for the credit it would be a disaster.
âitâs mostly the types of data, the collections of data, the types of sampling â and those are the basics.â his eyes flickered from his computer down towards your hunched figure. you were writing down every single word he spoke. youâd repeat his words to yourself in silent whispers.
then, as you finished writing, you looked up at him and waited for him to continue but he was left speechless. you really were desperate.
âtell me, do you know any of the terminology in chapter 1?â he asked, turning his full figure towards you. doing so, his knees were now touching yours. he didnât miss the way you scooched back further in your chair to avoid his touch. cute.
âuh,â you hummed to yourself as you flicked through your notes and back to chapter one.
âno, no,â he stopped you, placing his hand over yours and bringing it back down into your lap. âtell me from memory, not from your notes.â
he watched you blink at him as if you were processing his words slowly, âuh yeah, i can do that.â you leaned away from his desk and your notes and faced him, your knees touching his again.
âi know sample versus population,â
âgive me an example of both.â he cut you off again, leaning back into his chair and adjusting his hips.
âum, a population will be all the college students of our university but a sample would be just the engineer students,â
âgood, at least you know that.â
you gave him a nervous laugh, a little more proud than you should be but his praise made you feel ⊠good.
he continued to make you list what you know, making sure you knew every term by giving him real-life scenarios and every time you got it correct it was like a golden sticker was placed on your forehead. you were beginning to understand and, as ridiculous as it sounds, you were starting to have fun.
relating the different terms to real-life situations made it easy on you, rather than the unrealistic scenarios your professor gave you.
he let out a loud yawn and you caught a whiff of his minty breath, heâd been chewing on mint gum for the past hour now. throwing an old one away and popping in a new stick. you could tell he was getting tired, he was less responsive and blinking slowly.
âi think you should get some rest,â you told him. he looked over at you with a small âhm?â before shaking his head, blonde hair sweeping over the bone of his brow and lips curling down into a frown.
âiâm fine,â he practically shouted out after another yawn, âletâs just finish it, âkay?â
âno, Leon, itâs okay we can continue another time.â
he stayed silent, his lips pursed as he looked down at your notes. gradually, his head began to bob up and down into a nod and another yawn left his mouth. this time, he stretched back, letting his sweater glide up slightly to reveal a sharp v-line and brown happy trail.
you quickly looked away and began to pack up your things, shoving your notebook and pencil case into your bag â not even bothering to shut or zip anything up.
âman, look at the time,â he said, lifting up his sleeve to reveal a black watch. ânext time be on time, that way we have more time.â he smiled at you as you stood up.
you werenât sure whether to take that as a friendly reminder or a warning but either way you nodded.
you made your way towards the door, slipping on your shoes and looking back at him to say goodbye. you expected him to still be seated at his desk or even going to lay on his bed. though, to your surprise, he was standing directly behind you.
hands stuffed in the pockets of his sweater.
âjesus!,â you jumped, âsorry, you surprised me.â
âuh, who else do you expect to lock the door behind you?â
you blinked up at him, again caught off guard. he was a little bipolar with his attitude, one minute heâs proud of you for getting something the next heâs making fun of you with his eyes.
âwell, goodnight,â you said to him as you stepped out the door, he didnât say anything else. he kicked the door closed and locked it the moment you stepped out.
you could feel your eye twitch, only if you could march back in there and beat the blue out of his eyes but he was just a tutor. just a few weeks of this and then youâll never have to speak to him again.
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âare you serious? we just went over this,â
âiâm sorry i blanked out,â
âno, you didnât i was watching you giggle on the phone with that little boyfriend of yours,â
âfirst of all, why are you watching me? and second of all, i wasnât on the phone with any boyfriend.â
he sighed, leaning back into his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. âi wasnât stalking you, dumbass. your bright ass screen caught my attention and when i looked over voila itâs you.â
he leaned forward, pointing a finger at your face and squinting his eyes behind his glasses, âand who else would have you giggling like that in the middle of a lesson huh?â
to be honest, he didnât like that you werenât paying attention, it was more work on him because you always came crying to him about not understanding a topic. he didnât necessarily hate tutoring you. sure, you guys had some fun times but it was beginning to become a part of his everyday life.
canceling plans on his friends, not going to the gym, and missing out on his personal time. his goal was to teach you and go over a chapter every week, it was working ⊠slowly but surely.
âi saw a funny video, âkay?â
âwow, so youâre just sitting in class watching silly videos. no wonder why your brain is rotten.â
âhey, asshole, the professor wasnât even talking about anything important. it was more about his dumbass grandkids,â you rebutted, grumbling your words toward the end of your sentence.
âif it wasnât anything important, how come you donât know what he just fucking talked about?â he said with a scoff.
you groaned and began to pack your things, you probably shouldâve done this a long time ago. sure, Leon helps, but he belittles you in every way and itâs beginning to actually hurt. his rude comments and attitude.
he was like a hawk or a vulture, hovering over you every second of the day and then picking at you when you were alone. slowly tearing at your skin and ripping off flesh until he got to bone. he was always watching you.
you couldnât go on your phone in class to check a text or even walk out early because he will know and will say something about it later. maybe it was time for another tutor.
âwhatever, Leon. youâre not helping anymore.â you scoffed his way as you stuffed your computer into your bag.
âthatâs where your wrong, your grades have been getting better, havenât they?â
âwhat are you? my dad? youâre checking my grades now?â
only if he wasnât so stupidly handsome, you would probably smack him across the face or maybe choke him out. there was something about Leon that you liked, unfortunately. he was intriguing, he knew so much about you but you didnât know anything about him.
he wasnât in the frat, thank god. he was smart and had a large group of friends. you always caught them hanging out in the private study rooms in the library, the ones they always made sure to book. they all would stay there and hang out like obnoxious fools.
it was rare to see Leon smile and laugh, he looked like a completely different person. his eyes gleamed differently and he had a specific glow around him. maybe the reason you saw him so much in public or outside of his dorm was because you looked for him.
you looked for him and that glow.
âiâm not, the professor told me.â he watched as you continued to pack, were you really leaving? was he too harsh? sometimes he was only âmeanâ to you to elicit a reaction from you. it was cute to watch your jaw drop and your fingers twitch as if you wanted to hit him.
sometimes, you played along, insulting him back. it was amusing to watch your spark glow into a flame. he hated tutoring but he didnât hate you.
âof course, you practically suck that man's dick during office hours,â you said to yourself but loud enough to let him hear.
âthatâs hilarious,â he said, rubbing at his nose bridge where his glasses sat.
âyou didnât deny it.â you huffed turning to leave until you were, very abruptly, yanked back. his hand had wrapped around your wrist, holding you back from leaving.
you turned back to him, his head was tilted to the side and he silently motioned with his eyes towards your seat.
âsit, weâre not done.â
his tone sent chills up your spine but you still refused, only if he didnât look so damn good.
âyes, we are.â
you yanked your wrist away from him but much to your prevail, that only prompted him to stand up, grab you by your hips, and push your right back down into your seat.
âno. we are not.â
you sat still, bag in your lap, eyes wide and lips shut. did he justâŠman handle you back into your seat?
he sat back down in his seat after you, rolling his jaw with a sniff. âwhere were we?â
you remained silent and still, you knew if you got back up to leave heâd only pull you back down into your seat. though, you would be lying if you said you didnât like it. the minute his large hands fell onto your hips there was a burn that ran through you, and it wasnât rage.
âwhat is variance?â he asked turning towards you.
âstandard deviation squared,â you replied, very straight and mellow-toned.
a smile grew onto his lips, the blues of his eyes gleaming and his pearly white teeth slowly revealing from underneath his pink plump lips. âgood, youâre getting the hang of it.â
ever since then, Leon was very comfortable with touching you and kind of controlling you. tugging you by your wrists, guiding you with his hand on the small of your back, touching your legs, or shoving you to get your attention.
you were slowly losing it. you couldnât even think straight, he was such a distraction. his voice, his hands, his scent, everything. the way he dressed was always so casual but he always looked so good, basic sweats with graphic tees or a sweater.
glasses, hair sometimes a little messy. you noticed when he was very focused his tongue would stick out from the corner of his mouth, it was cute, to say the least. heâd scrunch his nose to keep his glasses up on his eyes, he rolled his ankle instead of bouncing his leg, and when he laughed.
it was boisterous and full of light. you never thought that you could make him laugh, even if he wasnât laughing with you rather he was laughing at you.
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âare you serious? itâs like you donât retain anything at all, how did you even get accepted?â
that one kind of hurt but you were too focused on the brightness in his cheeks and his perfectly straight teeth.
âwell the acceptance rate is pretty high soâŠâ you shrugged turning back towards your notebook.
you kept on denying the fact that you very much had a crush. is it wrong to find someone attractive? no, not at all. itâs a regular thing to find people attractive, doesnât mean you have a crush on them. but this ⊠is different.
a month and a half in you were beginning to realize you very much had a crush on Leon. you were beginning to get used to him and he was getting used to you.
you looked forward to tutor sessions now, practically dropping everything to go and see him. you began putting on extra perfume and wearing your hair down rather than keeping it up.
you kept your attire casual, you didnât want him to think that you were dolling yourself up for him. so pajama pants or sweats were your usual go-to.
little did you know, Leon noticed everything. he was keen to snuff people out. he could smell you from a mile away, that heavy fragrance of yours was slowly seeping into his clothes and his brain. even after months, everything you touched was beginning to smell like you.
he noticed how your makeup slowly became heavier and your hair was all nicely done for him.
to be frank, he was flattered. he hoped you were getting all dolled up for him and not the guy who constantly blew up your phone. who is he? is he a boyfriend? a relative? a crush? a friend? who is he?
Leon wants to know, who do you see throughout the day? who are your friends? what do you like? do you like him? do you hate him? every time he sees your face he just wants to know, who are you?
Leon sat at his desk, waiting for you. his hands were folded up to his mouth and his leg was bouncing anxiously. youâve never been late, well except for that first day but other than that you were always on time. always.
the pillow you occasionally sat in your lap during these sessions was now in his lap. it smelt just like you. at first, he wanted to snatch it away from you the moment you put the pillow into your lap, hugging it against you and spreading your germs onto it.
but then, it was nice. it was your signature pillow, you looked for it every time you came over and placed it directly in your lap. now, he finds himself carrying it around or having it next to him while he sleeps. is that weird?
well, it was his pillow in the first place. whatâs so wrong about having it in his bed? itâs comforting.
his eyes quickly flicked over when his phone screen lit up, he looked over at it quickly reading the notification. you texted him.
was something wrong? are you sick? do you no longer need tutoring?
he quickly unlocked his phone and read the message, the pillow now bunched up underneath his nose as he slowly inhaled and exhaled your heavy scent.
âhey, might be running a little late today :/. thereâs a lot of traffic.â
traffic? where are you coming from?
âk.â
he kept his reply short and nonchalant even though his curiosity was close to killing him. he knew the semester was close to ending, meaning he wasnât going to see you afterward. itâs a big campus, so many buildings and so many students. he rarely sees you.
though, he catches a glimpse of you in the library, walking and talking with your friends. in the lunch hall, always getting the same drink from the vending machines and leaving in a hurry as you typed away at your phone.
you told him you had no boyfriend, but maybe you were lying to him. maybe itâs because he wasnât a close friend of yours. thatâs right, heâs just a tutor â not a friend or a love interest in your eyes.
he sat there longer than he anticipated, he didnât realize how long he had been sitting until there was a knock on the door. he stood up, tossing the pillow in his lap aside onto his bed and rushing to the door. almost tripping over the clothes and mess that sat on his floor.
shit, he forgot to clean. he kicked the mess aside as he made his way to the door. kicking it under his bed mostly. he almost tripped on one of his shoes, letting out a small cuss before stumbling more towards the door.
the chaos behind the door caused you to furrow your brows.
âLeon? you good?â
âyeah! hold on!â he shouted out. you nodded slowly, itching at your ankle with the tip of your shoe.
Leon looked down at his attire, week-old sweats and a white sweatshirt with oil stains on it.
he turned away from the door quickly and silently ran back into his room, he needed clean clothes and he hadnât done laundry all week. he didnât have time, all because he was too busy thinking about you.
he quickly threw his sweatshirt off, taking the glasses off his head in the same swift movement. now he was just a mess, feeling around his bed for his glasses like Velma from Scooby Doo. all while his sweats were halfway on his legs.
âshit, shit,â he muttered to himself and he almost sighed with relief as he finally found his glasses and a clean, well decently clean, sweatshirt.
he rushed over to the door, sweat sticking to his hairline and very much out of breath. when he swung it open he was met by you looking down at your phone, texting someone once again. you looked up at him with a smile.
âwhat were you doing in there, huh? hiding a girl from me?â you taunted with a smile. he took notice of your outfit once you stuffed your phone away, a small wine-red top paired with some baggy jeans. you had a nice pendant necklace on, hanging right between the swell of your breasts, and cute little bracelets all up your wrists.
your makeup was done nicely, same with your hair. you were very very pretty today. you always were. but who did you look pretty for today?
âdonât be an idiot,â he scoffed, stepping sideways and letting you inside. you chuckled to yourself, finishing up your text to your friend before your phone was miraculously snatched from you.
âno phones tonight.â he snapped at you, taking a sneaky peek at your text convo. it wasn't a guy, it was a friend who was a girl. you two were speaking about a house party and tutoring. he lifted an eyebrow and looked down at you, he was completely ignoring your small grumbles of complaints.
âyou were at a house party before this?â
ânosy much!â you snapped as he shut your phone off and stuffed it away into his pocket.
âanswer the question,â he sighed like a disappointed parent.
âyes, i was and i ditched it to be here. with you.â you finalized.
he wasnât gonna lie, the last part of your sentence sends electricity through his veins. you ditched fun to be here. not for tutoring. not for your grade. but to be here with him. he had no words, he was just frozen in place not sure of what to say or do.
âum, no phones today no distractions. midterm is coming up and i donât want you to fail,â he said, clearing his throat. he shut the door softly and locked it. he turned to face you, taking off your shoes with a pout.
âaw, you care about my score?â
he rolled his eyes, shoving past you with another scoff. âyeah because your score reflects my tutoring.â
"and here i thought you hated tutoring,"
"i do, hurry up and get inside."
you smiled up at him, walking further into his room and instantly looking for your pillow. it wasnât in its usual spot but you found it on top of his bed. his very tall bed. you jumped up, half of your body on the bed and your legs dangling off the floor.
you outstretched your arm for your his pillow. it was just at your fingertips but still out of reach. why did his bed have to be so big?
Leon watched you struggle for a bit, amused at how hard you were working just for a pillow. he also took this chance to admire how good you looked, almost perfect. bent over the edge of his bed, shirt riding up to reveal more of your back.
he couldnât help but imagine you in this position but in different circumstances. his hands on your waist, bodies sticky and sweaty, hips rocking against one another.
he was quickly shaken out of his trance when you hit him in the face with the pillow.
âletâs get this over with, my friends are expecting me back in two hours.â
he cleared his throat and nodded with a small, âyeah.â his voice cracking in between.
it was hard to focus, he couldnât stop looking your way. he couldnât dismiss the burn that flew through him every time your knees touched his. he couldnât form a sentence when your eyes would lock with his as you patiently waited for him to teach you something else.
almost like a dog waiting for a fucking treat.
the mascara on your lashes made your lashes pop more, shiny gloss on your lips, and the blush on your cheeks was nice and bright â but not too obnoxious. what was obnoxious though was your top, so dangerously low and that pendant hitting the fat of your breasts with every movement.
you were speaking to him but his eyes were focused on your pendant necklace. you took notice of it, stopping midsentence and looking down towards your necklace that he was so focused on.
âwhoâs the one distracted now?â you chuckled, taking out the pendant from your shirt and showing it to him.
âwhereâd you get it from? a boyfriend?â he asked out of nowhere. even his own words caught him off guard. he didnât mean to ask that last part but it has been on his mind forever.
âLeon, how many times do i have to tell you?â you sighed out, leaning back into your chair and crossing your legs. âi donât have a boyfriend.â
âthen who is currently blowing up your phone?â he asked, motioning down to your phone constantly buzzing in his pocket.
âmy friends,â you said with a shrug.
âi donât believe it.â
âwell, you should.â
âwhat could they possibly want to talk about?â
âyou,â you said, looking from your phone lighting up in his pocket then back up at him.
you watched his eyebrow raise in confusion and he tilted his head to the side once again in disbelief. but you nodded slowly leaning towards him.
âthey think youâre hot,â
âoh really?â
âyes, really.â
he scooted closer to you, both of his meaty thighs now trapping yours. his pupils dilated as he looked into your own. instantly, your palms began to sweat. you crossed your arms over your chest, subconsciously trying to shoo away the goosebumps rising onto your skin.
âwhat do you think then?â he asked, his voice low and his eyes flickering down to your lips and staring there.
âof?â you answered with another question.
âyou think iâm hot?â he was inching closer closer, surely this was another way to tease and taunt you. even so, your heart was beating out of your chest and you were shrinking away from him.
âmmm not really, youâre kinda ugly.â you lied. that was the biggest lie youâve ever said out loud. you havenât even admitted your little crush to your friends. you were denying it to your core but right now with him so close like this, his breath fanning against yours and his hands placed on either side of your chair â you were ready to give up.
âliar.â
ânot a li-â
before you could say anything else, his lips were on yours. soft plump and warm. wet from the amount of times heâs licked over them with a hint of mint from his gum. you kissed him back, leaning forward to press your lips against his even more.
your entire body lit up, you could feel your knees grow weak and the butterflies in your stomach felt more like a wildfire. with every smack of your lips, there was another spark and more of that fire spread.
his hands found your waist, tugging you up off your chair and towards him. you accepted his instruction quickly and obediently. he pulled you into his lap, hands moving from your waist and towards your hips.
his thumbs rubbed at your skin, calloused fingertips colliding with your soft skin. hot and gentle. you moaned onto his lips, tilting your head to the side and bringing your hands from his shoulders and towards the nape of his neck.
shivers ran through him at your touch, the cold sweat on your fingertips and your manicured nails scratching at his scalp.
he ran his hot tongue along your bottom lip and you welcomed him. tongues finding each other in a heated and passionate battle. you moaned at the minty taste on his tongue practically melting into him.
his hands found the small of your back, pressing you closer to him until you could practically feel his heart beating against yours.
he reached down into his pocket, bothered by your buzzing phone. he threw it to the side and onto his desk, he couldn't care less where it landed, he was more focused on you. your gloss stuck to his lips, it tasted fruity like cherries and he could taste the smallest twinge of rum on your tongue.
he pulled away, one hand grabbing the back of your neck to keep you in your place, âdrinking and driving, huh?â
you rolled your eyes, rolling your hips down into his, âit was just one shot.â
you kissed him again, feverishly. you were hungry and desperate, you never wanted someone so bad. even if he made you feel like shit, pretty privilege at its finest. you didnât care if he tugged and shoved you around like a damn rag doll, it was hot.
you didnât care if he insulted you, part of you really fucking liked it.
he kept his lips on yours as he let his hand run down underneath the curve of your ass and the other guided your thigh around his waist. he stood up taking you with him, your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms wrapped around his neck.
you held him close, both of you kissing at a slow and deep pace. in all truth, you didnât think Leon was interested in you in the slightest but judging from the way his hands traveled all over your body you were very very wrong.
his hands reached up beneath your top, feeling for your bra clasp but he was surprised to find none. you smirked against his lips.
âno bra, fuck thatâs hot.â he sighed against your lips, copying your smirk.
he threw you down against his bed, watching your hair splay out around your head like a halo. your lip gloss was ruined, smeared all over your mouth and your lips were now plump and glossy with his spit.
you looked up at him, the fire behind your eyes and adrenaline running through every vein in your body. you propped yourself up onto your elbows, slowly scooching away from him as he crawled towards you.
his hands on either side of your frame, icy blue eyes staring right into yours. his lips were now swollen and pink, some of your lipgloss smeared all over his mouth.
âwhere you going?â he taunted, a certain tone in his voice. his hands reached for the hem of his sweatshirt, quickly pulling it over his head and throwing it to the side along with the rest of his clothes. you scanned your eyes up and down his built figure, who knew he was so muscular.
underneath all those sweatshirts and loose tees was a greek god. chiseled muscle and wide shoulders, his arms were thick and looked as if they could kill. no wonder he could throw you around like you weighed nothing. he was built like a fucking tank.
your eyes trailed down to the happy trail, you witnessed now and then. sharp v-line, light brown hair with a single vein running down.
his hand wrapped around your ankle, tugging you down the bed until his face hovered over yours. âmy eyes are here,â he told you before placing his lips on yours. your hands ran up his arms and up to his shoulders, you sunk your nails into his skin creating little pink crescents.
one of his hands kept him up while the other worked with the button of his jeans. the minute he got the metal button off, he was tugging them down your thighs and you helped by lifting your hips for him.
he kissed the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, and then your jaw. his kisses were wet and slow, his fingers playing with the hem of your panties.
âgod, youâre beautiful,â he whispered in your ear, kissing your lobe. your body shook with excitement every time he touched you, your body immediately responding to any of his calls. you were under his control and his command.
âi need you,â you whispered to him.
âshh shh, how about this?" he shushed, removing his glasses and then throwing them onto his desk.
he smirked at his own idea, loving the sound of what plan just popped up into his head.
" if you get these answers correct youâll get what you want, âkay?â
you threw your head back against his pillow, whining his name. he swatted your ass as a warning as he traveled down your neck with opened-mouthed kisses, âiâll stop.â
âno! okay, okay.â you exclaimed. he smiled against your collarbone, sinking his teeth into your skin as his hand traveled up the sheets to play with the hem of your top.
âgive me five different ways to collect data,â his hand traveled underneath your shirt, his thumb finding your perky nipple and swiping over the bud slowly. you shivered at his warm touch, your brain melting and your mouth opening into a silent moaning.
âanswer me, baby.â
âum surveys, experiments,â you began, trying to focus on his question rather than his touch. he pinched your nipple, rolling it between his fingers as his knee slotted between your legs and pressed against the gusset of your soaked panties.
he applied just the right amount of pressure and friction to your clothed cunt, earning him a small moan.
âan observational study,â
âgood good,â he praised, lifting up your top and bunching it above your breasts. he watched them spill out and bounce, âso pretty, baby. give me two more.â he placed a soft kiss over your hard nipple and watched your body squirm for him.
âfocus groups and- fuck and sampling,â you whined, arching your back towards him.
he grinned down at you, one hand cupping your left tit while the other stroked your cheek. âgood job.â
he placed another hot kiss over your nipple, dragging his teeth ever so slowly over your hot skin.
this was killing him more than it was killing you. but he just loved teasing you, the excitement in your body, the hunger in your eyes, and the desperation in your voice. he loved having control over you.
âwhatâs the formula for a z-score?â
âLeon!â
he swatted your thigh as a warning, âsay it.â
you pursed your lip, watching him place small kisses around your areola, purposefully avoiding your sensitive nipples.
âx minus x bar-â
âdo it correctly,â
âsample size minus the mean, divided by the standard deviation!â you whined out.
he rewarded you by taking your nipple into his mouth, harshly sucking and dragging a long whine out of you.
youâve never been so sensitive before but he was bringing everything out of you. your hips began to grind down against his knee, the smallest amount of pressure against your clit was all you needed. you were aching for him, clenching around absolutely nothing and dripping into the gusset of your panties.
his hand was splayed over your stomach, his thumb playing with the hem of your lace panties. his lips left your nipple with a pop and he looked up at you whilst biting down on his bottom lip.
âif the mean is more than the median,â he began kissing down the valley of your breasts. âhow does the graph skew?â
you couldnât focus, your brain was mush and you were very lightheaded. you couldnât breathe and you were aching for him worse and worse every coming second. you tried to go over his question but every kiss he placed on your skin was a distraction.
âcome on, baby you got it.â he said, now completely in between your legs. his hands were running up and down your thighs, keeping them at either side of his head. he placed a wet kiss on your inner thigh, sucking and then dragging his teeth over the small hickey.
your hips bucked up and your legs began to shake, âLeon, i donât know.â
âi know you do, baby. come on,â he hummed against the skin of your thigh. the smell of your pussy was making him dizzy, it was right in front of him and god he needed it so bad. he could see how wet you were, just for him.
he wanted to rip these pretty lacy panties right off of you and devour your pussy whole, but he wanted to wait. he wanted to wait until you were at your limit, he wanted to watch your eyes roll back when you finally got what you both wanted.
âum, it skews right!â
he smiled against your inner thigh, placing a kiss on your abdomen and then moving your panties to the side. his cock jumped at the sight of your cunt right in front of his eyes, dripping wet and quivering just for him.
âanswer this next question right and iâll let you cum, âkay?â he said placing a kiss over your swollen clit.
âfuck!â you moaned out, hands reaching for his blonde strands.
âwhat is the empirical rule? and what does every single one of them mean?â he asked, prodding his tongue at your hole. his breath was hot against your clit, your whole body was shaking to the point you couldnât take it.
âLeon, i-â you stammered out with a tear running down your temple and into your hair.
âcome on, we just went over this yesterday.â
âi canât,â
he gathered a glob of spit onto his tongue before spatting it against your pussy, watching it drip from the hood of your clit and over your fluttering hole. âyes, you can.â he egged on.
âitâs mmm,â you pursed your lips and squinted your eyes close, you just needed to think and avert your attention away from him. â68% falls um one standard deviation of the mean,â your statement was more like a question.
he confirmed your answer by flattening his tongue over your slit and languidly licking upwards. he moaned at your taste, practically drunk on your pussy already. he shut his lids and let his eyes roll to the back of his head.
â95% is two and 99.7% is three!â your voice raised a few octaves as the languid strokes of his tongue became faster.
he was done testing you, for now. right now, heâs focused on making you cum all over his face. his arms wrapped around each of your thighs, holding you close to his mouth as he got to work. his thumb went to find your clit, rubbing small slow circles around your swollen nub.
âoh god,â you sighed out. his tongue prodded at your dripping cunt, messily lapping up at your juices mixed with his saliva. you arched your back, your fingers digging into his scalp both pushing him away and pulling him closer.
he applied more pressure to your clit, his tongue plunging in and out of your hole shamelessly. wet and sloppy sounds filled the room along with the sound of your messy moans and chants of his name.
âfuck, so good.â he moaned to himself, completely focused on your pleasure even if his hips were grinding into his sheets. he could cum just like this, to the sounds of your moans and the taste of your cunt.
he couldnât wait to fuck you, to feel the warmth of your walls suck him in, and the sound of your moans directly in his ear. but he needed to be patient, he needed to reward you for doing so good in class.
he picked up his pace, taking turns fucking his tongue into you feverishly and sucking on your clit. your legs shook around him, thighs clamping around him and keeping him locked in place.
âyes, Leon! iâm close,â you moaned out, drool gathering at the corner of your lips and more tears spilling from your eyes. he kept his pace, not moving faster or slower but he just applied the smallest pressure against your clit that sent you over the edge.
you cried out, arching your back and curling his sheets into your fist. with your release, stars danced behind your vision and every muscle in your body contracted and then relaxed. he eased you down from your high, sucking at your clit lightly and drawing circles over the bone of your hip.
he looked up at you, lips swollen and slick with your release. he placed a kiss on your abdomen with a grin plastered across his cheeks.
his blonde hair stuck to his forehead sweaty and hair disheveled all because of you.
âyou did so good,â
your whole body was worn out, your eyes shut ready to pass out but he wasnât done. he tugged your panties down your legs, keeping them scrunched in his fist.
âiâm not done testing you baby,â he said placing a kiss on your cheek.
âLeon, please,â
he ignored your pleading working himself out of his sweats. you caught a peep of a dark grey splotch in his sweats, either from when he had his knee placed against your heat or his dripping tip.
âget this question right and iâll fuck you, got it?â
you nodded excitedly, biting down on your bottom lip. you watched his cock spring out and god was he pretty. tip swollen and red, veins running up his girth, thick and long. god, of course, he was big.
âwords, baby. i need words.â
âyes, yes, okay!â you snapped at him, very obviously sexually frustrated. he didnât like your tone so he slapped your clit with the tip of his cock, sending a shock wave through you.
âwatch your tone, i donât have to fuck you, i donât have to give you a second orgasm,â he grabbed your chin harshly and tugged your head up to face him, âunderstand?â
âyes,â you croaked out.
he placed a kiss on your lips, letting you get a taste of your juices still on his tongue.
he ran the tip of his cock through your folds, his shoulders tensing up and his hand twisting in his own sheets. it was taking everything in him to be patient.
âhow do you find the three quartiles?â he asked, pressing his tip against your fluttering cunt. you opened your mouth to answer but nothing came out but a weak moan. he watched you closely, not breaking any eye contact.
his pupils were blown out, only leaving a halo of his blue irises.
âplease,â you croaked out.
âcome on baby, you got this.â
you gulped down a lump, getting rid of the dryness in your throat. âthe first quartile is the 25th percentile,â you answered weakly.
he pressed his tip into your dripping cunt, hissing at how your pussy was practically ready to suck him in. your breath hitched at the stretch and a tear ran down your temple, he kissed it away, leaning his forehead against yours.
âkeep going baby, you got this.â
âthe second is the- the median. 50th percentile, the third quartile minus the first,â you rambled, looking up into his eyes as he nodded his head.
âgood, good,â he moaned out, giving you just a few more inches of his cock.
âthe third one is 75th percentile,â
with your final and last answer, he thrust his cock all the way in, until his tip was kissing your cervix. you sucked in a shaky breath, your thighs shaking as you adjusted to his size. he kept his tip pressed against your cervix, stroking your thigh with his large hand.
âs- so big, fuck,â you whined out, walls fluttering around his girth.
âshh shh, take it. take it.â he whispered close to your lips.
âlower fence versus upper fence, quickly.â he was struggling to stay still, he was torturing both you and himself. you choked back a sob. you could feel his cock pulsing inside of you and god you couldnât even think.
âlo- lower fence is the first quartile, mmm,â you moaned out.
âcome on,â
âfirst quartile minus one point five times the IQR,â
he sighed out against his lips, grinding his hips into yours earning him a whiny moan from your quivering lips. âone more baby,â
âupper fence is, shit, itâs the third quartile plus one point five times the IQR.â
he was done.
he pulled out and then thrusted straight back in, your whole body convulsed. every tense muscle in your body relaxing the moment he thrusted his cock back into you. he cupped your cheek, bringing your lips to his. he kissed you hungrily, invading your mouth with his tongue, moaning at the taste of you.
his hips continued to snap into yours, bullying his cock into you with no remorse. each thrust of his cock stroked at your g-spot and your body would jolt from the force.
âbeen waiting to do this forever,â he spoke into your mouth. âfuck, youâre so beautiful,â
you moaned out his name, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him closer to you. his hands reached back towards your top, tugging it over his head and throwing it off the side.
he was quick to cup your breast, slotting your nipple between your two fingers and then slamming his lips against yours. you scratched down his back helplessly, the fresh polish on your nails chipping and blood seeping through the cuts you were giving him.
you couldnât focus on anything else but him, not only did you really like him but he was also fucking you so good. his pace was perfect, his touch was intoxicating and his lips were hot.
there was a ring of white forming around the base of his cock, lewd noises spilled from both of your lips as you both found yourselves inching closer and closer to your highs.
your kiss grew sloppy and his pace quickened, âthis pussy âs so good, fuck,â he groaned out, moving the hand from your breast towards your clit.
your whole body shook once his two fingers began to draw figure eights around your clit. the slow pace of his fingers contrasting with the fast pace of his thrusts.
âgod, look at you,â he breathed out, âall fucked out on your tutor's cock, huh?â
you couldnât reply, only croaking out a moan of his name.
âfucking whore, came here for math help now look at you,â
his words only added to the tension in your abdomen, the burn in your stomach getting hotter and hotter.
âiâm gonna cum,â
âgo âhead baby, cum all over my cock,â he said, placing a kiss on the corner of your lips.
you whined out, chasing his lips for another kiss but he denied you with a shake of his head.
âi wanna hear you,â
you looked into his eyes, seeing a reflection of yourself in his glossy eyes. mascara smudges, lipgloss gone, hair a mess. all because of him.
âfuck!â you moaned out, wrapping your legs around his waist and throwing your head back. he was quick to guide your head to face him, he kept his eyes locked on yours watching your pupils dilate as you came undone.
your walls fluttered around his cock, clenching down as your orgasm hit you like a heavy wave. he pulled out quickly, finishing himself off with heavy and breathy moans.
you watched as he came. thick, white ropes of cum decorating your stomach and abdomen. his abs tensed up with each spurt of cum and his hips still bucked up.
he let out a final breath into the crook of your neck. both of your bodies shook against each other, hot, sticky with sweat and cum.
he leaned up out of the crook of your neck looking into your eyes and you watched as they gleamed, such a rare light in his eyes but you were glad you were able to see it.
he pressed his lips to yours, this time it was slow and deep. there wasnât any hunger or lust, just pure passion.
âiâm sure you wonât fail that test,â
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best potluck ever
ex-pogue kook!reader x jj maybank
summary a few months before they actually start dating , jj and y/n hook up. itâs her first time , his first time with her , and funnily enough it was just how she always imagined it.
warnings profanity , underage drinking , use of marijuana , loss of virginity , smut ( unprotected pinv , fingering , oral f!receiving , titty sucking ) , sex under the influence ( this is still consensual yâall ) , secretive hookup
18+ minors dni
it was yet another bonfire night. john b decided to invite you , kie , pope , and jj over for a hangout. it was a weekly potluck sort of thing that your friends did once a month. you had bonfires more than that , but these potlucks were a little more organized than your usual hangouts.
you brought the drinks : beer , ciders , a bottle of fireball , and water. kie showed up with food and snacks filling her bag to the brim , knowing youâd all get the munchies at some point. jj supplied the weed. pope brought a few movies , and john b had started the fire up just before you all arrived sporadically.
âdo you ever think about how in another world we donât know each other?â jj wondered out loud , lying in the hammock with you as he passed the joint over to kie.
you kicked him lightly , rolling your eyes. âfuck off â us being friends is inevitable. in every universe,â you replied , not wanting to think about not knowing your favorite people. john b threw an empty beer can at jj in protest too.
âi mean , thereâs potentially infinite universes. what are the odds this is the only one weâre all friends in?â pope added in , sipping on his drink slowly , eyes focused out on the water that reflected the setting sun.
âdo you ever think about how in another world weâre probably enemies? statistically,â kie joked , making fun of jj and his existential question. he usually brings them up , if not pope. you sighed , pushing yourself out of the hammock with slight struggle and help from jj.
all of your friends eyes followed you as you walked to the chateau. âwhere you going , lava girl?â jj questioned , the only one to actually need to ask.
you looked over your shoulder and gave him a look. âdude , iâm gonna go waz. leave me alone?â you laughed , turning back to the house before hearing a thud , oomph , and then footsteps. âwhat do you want?â you asked , walking into the house and to the bathroom as you hear john b call out after the two of you, no mackinâ!
âi gotta go too,â he shrugged.
âwell , you can only come in if i can hold it,â you joked , pulling your shorts and going to the bathroom while jj waited in the doorway. jj takes your place as you wash your hands before following your actions.
âyou look really pretty right now,â he admitted , turning to face you as he put the towel down. your eyes were glossy , slightly red. your cheeks were flushed from the fire outside and the liquor in your system. you laughed , pushing him away and walking back towards the door. âno! really , you look pretty,â he repeated , grabbing you before you could go.
âyouâre drunk , j. knock it off.â you didnât mean it. hell , you would take every single compliment jj ever gave you.
jj just smiled at you , keeping you up against the wall , trapped in his arms. âyâknow what we havenât done in awhile?â his voice sounded like trouble.
âwhat havenât we done in awhile?â you whispered back , smile mirroring his. he was infectious.
before you even got the chance to ask the question again , jj was leaning in , planting his lips on yours. it took you by surprise ; it had been awhile , but you melted into his arms , kissing him back. you reveled in the feeling for as long as you could before pulling away. âyouâre drunk,â you sighed.
a scoff left jjâs mouth. âiâm drunk , yes. you are too , and youâre really pretty,â he explained , pressing kisses onto your face lovingly, âreally , very , truly pretty.â
âyouâre obsessed with me,â you giggled , moving his face in front of yours to peck his lips once more before dipping under his arms and out the front door. your friends were obviously waiting for you two to get back , seeing the defeated look on jjâs face just gave them the answer they were looking for.
âshot down again , folks!â jj lied , pumping his fists in the air while you laughed and took your spot back on the hammock next to kie , who had taken jjâs spot.
the rest of the night was filled with drinking games , a movie , and eating all of the snacks kie brought. pope passed out on the porch. kie took residence on the couch. john b went to his room , and that left you and jj alone outside , knowing the spare room was for him.
âdo you wanna go to bed too?â you questioned , watching john b turn his bedroom light off for the night , leaving the sizzling fire to be the last source of light for you â well , that and the blunt.
jj leaned his head back , getting comfortable. âdo you?â he hummed , not bothering to open his eyes.
âwell , it would be nice to not get eaten up by bugs for the rest of the night,â you shrugged. maybe he didnât want to sleep in the same bed as you. maybe you shouldnât have asked. âbut i can crash on the couch with kie. itâs not a big deal,â you rushed to add in.
he opened one eye , peering over at you. âwhy would you do that?â he was right. why would you do that? every time you had ever spent the night at john BâS it was in the same bed as jj. âwhat? do you hate me now?â jj jested , nudging you lightly to knock you out of the headspace you were in, âyou get so overthink-y when you smoke.â
âitâs only when i smoke your weed , jj,â you corrected , sitting up in the hammock, âitâs your fault i am the way i am right now.â
âwhat way are you? pretty?â
oh , heâs still on that too. âstop it , jj,â you laughed , trying to stay quiet so you donât wake pope up. as you were fighting his compliments once again , jj moved around sloppily to play next to you rather across. âwhat are you doing?â
âweâre stargazing,â he whispered , pulling you close under his arm, âjust relax.â
you loved how special you felt when he noticed your anxiety or nervousness. he never pointed it out to be mean , but he made sure to make you feel better in some way. usually by making you laugh , but sometimes it was a gentle squeeze.
âi am relaxed,â you huffed , rolling into his side more â disregarding the stars altogether, âi relax when iâm with you.â
jj tilted his head back a little more , hiding his smile from you the best he could. âyouâre my best friend , y/n/n.â
you craned your neck to look at him ; you knew you were best friends , but it was nice to actually hear it. his eyes were still on the stars twinkling in the sky , and from this angle , the fire was settling a soft glow on his skin. he was perfect.
âeven though iâm a kook now?â you were slightly kidding. deep down , you know nothing would come between you and jjâs friendship , but the boy did have a strong distaste for anyone who lived on figure eight.
âeven though youâre a kook now,â he reassured you softly.
you push yourself up , placing your hands on his chest so you could really , truly look at him. âyouâre my best friend , too. just so you know,â you smiled , getting him to finally look at you when you moved.
âyeah?â
âin the whole world,â you added with a nod , catching his eyes flicker to your lips. its was quick , but you saw it.
he knew you knew what he did. he wasnât slick about it. he didnât mean to be slick about it. and the moment he saw you repeat his actions , he leaned in. you didnât hesitate this time , kissing him back as soon as you felt him shift. âmaybe we should go to bed,â jj mumbled against your lips , agreeing to your earlier question. you giggled , pulling away after one more quick kiss and nodding.
âlets go to bed,â you whispered , maneuvering out of the hammock and turning to hold your hand out to jj with a smile. happily and willingly , jj got up too , goofy smile on his face as you tug him into the house. he followed up closely behind you , kissing at your neck and chuckling as you shushed him.
you both stumbled into the bedroom that was claimed as jjâs. your lips were on each other as soon as the door closed xx slowly moving toward the bed. âso pretty,â jj muttered yet again , stopping when the backs of your knees hit the bed frame.
âso are you,â you giggled back , raking your fingers through his hair. you often did that when you two were hanging out , but this felt different.
jj pulled away first , helping you settle into the bed before climbing over you and kissing at you neck. one of his hands grabbed at your thigh , pulling your leg over his hips as he thrusted against you. you couldnât help but let soft moans escape your opened lips. âgonna make you feel so good , baby,â he slurred out , coming back to face you and kiss your lips once he was happy with the marks heâd littered across your skin.
his hand continued moving up your body , stopping every now and then to caress you slower , trying to lock the feeling into his mind forever. all you could manage to do was whine in response , hips thrusting up to meet his with more fervor. thatâs when he moved that wandering hand to the front of your bikini bottoms , feeling the damp patch that had started to form and rubbing you through the cloth.
you whispered his name , not knowing what you were asking him off , but he simply kissed you. âthis okay? we can stop if you want to,â he questioned , slowing down his ministrations almost completely. your eyes were still closed , cloudy head filling nothing but want.
âkeep going , please,â you spoke so softly , jj almost couldnât hear you , but itâs when you opened your eyes and looked into his that he knew he wasnât stopping anytime soon.
âyeah,â he mused , pinching the fabric and pulling it to the side, âiâll keep going for ya. only because you used your manners though.â jjâs smile alone was killing you ; the way he cocked his head to the side ever so slightly. this had to have been heaven. but as he slowly , gently slid a finger into your begging entrance , you realized you were wrong. that was heaven.
your eyes closed yet again , head falling back into the pillows you had stacked on the bed when you realized how often jj was crashing here. his hand kept moving , pulling all the way out and twisting back in as far as he could , reaching the perfect spot. âfuck , jj!â you moaned , far louder than you expected to. his free hand shot to cover your mouth.
âgotta be quiet,â he reminded you , sliding his hand to your cheek to kiss you again, âcan you be quiet for me , baby?â you nodded into the kiss , grinding into his palm when he added another finger.
you were a virgin , yes , but you had touched yourself before. almost every time was to the thought of jj. the real thing was so much better. he reached deeper , stretching you out further than you had ever done yourself. âharder , please , j?â your voice was a whisper this time , listening so well.
his hand shifted , doing as you asked while he watched your face twist into a new form of pleasure. âiâll give you whatever you want,â he promised , shifting lower until his lips could plant deep kisses into your thighs, âgod , youâre so fucking tight,â he ogled just before moving his mouth onto you , tongue rolling around your throbbing mound, âwant you to cum for me. please , baby?â
it was like the last thing you needed to reach your peak was jjâs tongue. it worked around your clit as his fingers slid in and out of you leaking pussy. âjj!â you whimpered , trying to move your hips he had pinned down with his other arm, âgonna â fuck , iâm gonna cum!â you warned him , but he didnât slow down ; he didnât change what he was doing. he just held you closer and kept going. he didnât stop his own hips from grinding into the mattress ; only when your body deflated and a strangled moan came out did he slow , coming up for a breath.
âtaste so fucking good,â he exhaled , kissing your thighs and gently pulling his fingers from you. you were still catching your breath , lips tingling from your orgasm when you opened your eyes and saw jj licking his fingers off and undoing his belt. âwill you take this shirt off for me , please?â he asked running his hand up your stomach until he reached your face , thumb pulling at your bottom lip. âhuh?â
you decided in that moment. you would never say no to jj maybank in your life. you nodded , sitting up a little to pull your his shirt off of you , leaving you in your bikini as he ripped his own shirt off with you.
âprettiest girl iâve ever seen. swear to god.â his eyes raked over your body , taking in ever detail before moving to slip your bottoms off. you shifted , helping him out as you untied the knot at the back of you neck. a groan left jjâs mouth , head lolling back for a second before he reached forward , filling his hands with your now bare tits. âholy fuck!â he grunted , grinding against your puffy core again and leaning down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth.
âmmh , jj?â you spoke softly , pulling at his hair to lift his head up with failure. his eyes locked with yours , mouth still sucking at you when he nodded for you to go on. âwill you fuck me?â tears were in your eyes from the pure euphoria your body was taking on , and you were moving your hips in time with his , begging for more.
jj pulled himself away from you and sat up on his knees. âi can do that,â he chuckled , pulling his pants and underwear down before clumsily kicking them off his legs the rest of the way. he situated himself between your legs again , stroking himself as you eyed him.
you had felt him hard before. you had an idea of how big he was. âfuck,â you sighed , taking in how much bigger he was than you expected, âjjââ
âwe need a condom?â he cut you off , sure he could find one somewhere in the house if you said yes. you shook your head , still foggy and wanting. his smile appeared again as he moved to cover your body with his , lips meeting yours again. his hand guided himself to your core , and he let out the faintest whimper when his tip caught your soaked entrance.
jj pushed into you , only a little bit , slowing to take in the sounds you were making for a moment. your eyes caught his again , and thatâs when he shoved himself all the way in , burying into your cunt until his hips were pressed flush against yours. âfuck , baby. feel so good,â he grunted , pulling out and pushing back in harshly a few times before your hands shot down and held his hips back and a squeal came from your lips.
âwaitââ you gasped out , his hips complying with your hands despite the ability to continue if they wanted.
âwhatâs wrong?â jj worried , not moving in or out , scanning your face for an answer, âdid i do something?â
âno , no! itâs just â i , uh , iâm a virgin,â you blurted out , hands moving to cover your face in embarrassment, âiâmsorryishouldvetoldyou.â
jjâs eyes softened to their natural , sweet state as he looked at you. ây/n , iâm sorry. i didnât know,â he apologized , slowly pulling out of you, âitâs no biggie ; i mean , iâll just make it special-er you,â he chuckled , pressing light kisses to your hands until you moved them.
your cheeks were red , burning at the fact that this was happening. why wouldnât you tell him before? âyou still wanna?â you questioned , surprised that he was okay with you lying to him. well , omitting facts.
âdo you?â jj echoed gently. you nodded , smile coming to your lips again. âthen hell yeah i still wanna.â he laughed as quietly as possible and kissed you again, âyouâre my dream girl ; of course i still wanna.â
you two stifled your laughs together , your hands snaking around his neck and pulling him into you. âyou can go again , now. iâm ready,â you admitted , planting two kisses on his lips with a smile.
jj nodded , goofy little smile on display before reach down and guiding himself to you again. he slid his cock through your folds , smacking your clit a couple times before running through you again. âjj,â you whine , wanting him to do something now that you were ready again.
âbe patient,â he demanded , holding back his own moans as he continued sliding himself over your slick, âiâm gonna give it to you. promise.â a promise he sealed with a kiss.
and just when your lips locked again , he slide all the way in nice and slow. you groaned into his mouth , biting his lip. âfuck , jj!â you moan , back arching from the bed as he thrusted into you deeper than he had earlier tantalizingly slow.
âah , quiet. remember?â jj hummed , stopping to emphasize his point, âcanât do this if we get caught , baby.â one of his hands came up to your mouth , and you naturally opened your lips to take his fingers he held up. your tongue swirled and sucked them as jj started moving his hips again.
you moaned around his fingers , your own finding purchase in the bedsheets. jj removed his fingers from your mouth and used the lubricant to rub against your swollen clit. you yanked him down into another kiss , needing to muffle your cries somehow. it was getting harder to keep them discreet.
âso fucking close , jj. donât stop,â you begged , looking at him with wide , glassy eyes.
he groaned in response , sitting back on his heels and gripping your hips. âfucking cum on my dick , baby,â he grunted , moving you at his own whim to fuck you on himself, âplease.â his voice was whiny as his thighs started to shake , feeling his own orgasm approaching. your back arched further off the bed , your shoulders your only support as you gushed around him , forcing his cock out of you and your hips to fall back on the damp sheets.
âfuck , fuck , fuck!â you cried , no longer bothering to control your volume. jj moaned out with you , hand jerking himself off over your stomach. he came on your skin before crashing over you , head falling into your neck as he grunted again.
âoh my fucking god.â jjâs voice was deeper , raspy as he caught his breath. he pulled out of you and rolled to his side. âfuck youâre amazing,â he chuckled , moving the hair from your face to kiss your cheek.
âthat wasââ you blew air out at a loss of words.
âyou fucking squirted,â jj awed , sitting up on his side and rubbing you leg, âdid so good for me. lemme get you cleaned up , baby. stay here.â
you nodded lazily , still coming back down from your high. you could feel the wetness soaking into the mattress below you , sending a chill up your spine. in a minute jj had darted to the bathroom for a towel and back in , slowly closing the door behind him.
âfeeling okay?â he checked in , starting to clean your stomach off with the towel.
âbest potluck ever,â you confirmed.
not proofread but i will edit it after i come out with the next part<3
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SYNOPSIS: Bakugou decides to put his delusional secretary in their place.
pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader
word count: 9.6k+
genre: fluff, SMUT, maybe a smidgen of angst
tags/warnings: 18+! minors dni! reader is not the secretary, basically this other lady is trying to seduce your man but katsuki isnât falling for it! marking, exhibitionism, oral (f!receiving), riding, soft!bakugou but also mean!bakugou, humiliation (not really at reader), a couple spanks, office sex, praise, degradation, pet names (baby, princess, angel), crude language
authorâs notes: this is very overdue, like incredibly overdue LOL i started this wip last year but could only continue writing during random bouts of inspiration. so i apologize if the smut is a little half-assed and if the characterization is questionable. but enjoy my late kinktober 2022 present to yâallÂ
The sound of Dynamightâs heavy boots hitting the floor resonate throughout the wide hallways of his agency, drowning out the heels clicking behind him. A woman quickens her pace in an attempt to catch up to the impatient blond hero, rushing into his peripheral vision.
âSir? Oh Bakugou sir~â The dulcet chime calling him is sickly sweet, enough to make him grimace. âI need you to look over these reports before I file them away.â She whips out one of the thick packets of papers clutch to her chest, bringing his steps to a halt which makes the hero point a glare at her.
âHow many times do I have to fucking tell you that youâre suppose to call me by my hero name.â Malice coats his words, dripping off his tongue as he swipes the reports from her fingers. The woman, to the heroâs annoyance, indulges in his feisty attitude.
âAw, but âBakugouâ is more fitting given how closely we work together!â She waves off his displeasure, hoping her excessively cheerful personality can tone him down. âI am your secretary, after all.â She leans into his space, too damn close for his liking by how he could get a whiff of her pungent perfume. The overbearing scent has him side-stepping to create more distance between them.
The blond rolls his eyes before giving the papers in his hand a once-over, not even granting her the satisfaction of eye contact. âYou work at a Pro-Hero agency, not some ordinary office job.â
Normally, he isnât one to admonish any of his employees unless theyâre his sidekicks. Heâs always out and about on missions, never dawdling around the office long enough to find anything to scold them about. So long as they were competent at their job, he never had to give them any earfuls. But this woman here has been testing that resolve.
A month into her new position, his secretary has been greeting him every morning with far more energy than should be considered possible at such an hour. Her regular tasks shouldnât be anything out of the ordinary. She was mostly tasked with filing villain reports and contacting other Pro-Hero agencies, but her enthusiasm warrants him to think otherwise.
She deliberately shares elevator rides with him, droning on and on about god knows what before getting off at her floor, ending their dull conversations with winks and wide-eyed smiles that make him want to gag. Itâs one thing to be genuinely excited about your job, but itâs another thing to be attached to your boss at the hip. Sheâs at his beck and call when he doesnât even ask for her.
One can chalk this up to her simply gunning for a promotion, buttering up her boss to garner his favor. However, Bakugou isnât an idiot. He can read the air, deciphering the meaning behind her words and advances. Her deceptive guise of a hardworking secretary beneath those batting eyelashes is easily uncovered by him.
If she was really trying so hard for a promotion sheâd approach him with more important topics in mind. Statistics, analysis, updates on villain activity and hero work. Yâknow, discussions that would actually benefit his agency rather than waste his time.
Instead, Bakugou stands there listening to⊠this.
âYou know, Iâve been thinking,â her voice drifts off as she taps a finger against her bottom lip pensively, âwe should consider holding a party to get to know all our co-workers better!â she proposes. The blond narrows his brows incredulously at her suggestion.
Oblivious to his lack of interest, she moves closer to him, caressing a hand along his hard bicep. She tip-toes her fingers up his arm before flattening her digits next to his ear to whisper, âCompany members only, of course. But Iâm sure weâd still have a fun time even if it was just the two of us, right?â
Recognizing the suggestive lilt in her tone, he shoves her off of him without even touching her, abruptly tossing his shoulder back. The secretary freezes and comes across the peeved expression on the explosion heroâs rough features.
âWeâre here to beat villains and protect civilians, not throw dumb parties.â
âButââ
âShut it,â he retorts harshly, not letting the bewildered look on the secretaryâs face demur him. He shoves the reports back in her arms. âJust do your damn job.â With his brows taut behind his mask, the blond glares hard at her, watching her fumble with the papers before he resumes the rhythm of his combat boots stepping down the hallway. The hero gives her one last glance over his shoulder.
âAnd remember, itâs Dynamight to you.â
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Man, what an annoying woman.
Is the thought that plagues Bakugouâs mind as he stands beneath the running water in his shower, washing away the sweat and grime accumulated from another busy day of heroics. Yet he still canât get the irritating thoughts in his head to do the same.
His fingers weave the shampoo through his spikey locks, the pads of his digits massaging his scalp. Glancing at his reflection in the foggy, glass screen door, he meets his scowling mug.
âTryna get in my pants and shit⊠Worry about keeping your damn job,â he grumbles to himself exasperatedly. What he finds especially annoying is knowing his secretary will start the day again tomorrow as if nothing happened. Even with Bakugouâs firm stance at wanting to keep things strictly professional, sheâs going to continue getting up in his space, trying to caress her nails up his arm, and stink up the place with what he swore was five different kinds of perfume sprayed on her clothes.
But Bakugouâs not some oblivious fool. He can recognize from a mile away what her goal is and he absolutely wants no part in it.
Besides...
âKatsuki! Dinner will be ready when youâre done showering!â
His head swivels toward the door of the bathroom. âYeah I heard ya!â
Heâs already got someone deserving of his time and affection.
You.
ââKay!â you reply, voice gradually growing louder. Bakugou hears your feet plodding toward the bathroom door just as the door creaks open slightly. âIâll leave you a new towel to use after youâre done showering, too.â Even through the steam, he can recognize your silhouette peeking inside to drop the towel off. Unbeknownst to you, behind the cloudy glass door of the shower thereâs a smile that finds his lips.
After washing the lather off his hair and body, he shuts the water. The last streams falling from the showerhead glide down his skin, joining the suds on the floor before they all disappear down the drain. As the thick steam surrounding him dissipates, he covers his toned body in the towel you left for him.
While patting down the excess droplets cascading his blond locks, Bakugou puts on some sweatpants, but forgoes his t-shirt for now, leaving it hanging over his shoulder. He continues rubbing the towel around his torso as he exits the bathroom.
The savory aroma of thick cheeses and tomato sauces hits Bakugouâs nose the moment he enters the kitchen. He stops in his tracks to take in the pleasant smells, along with the sight in front of his eyes that effortlessly forms a grin on his face.
Your soft hums accompany the harmonious atmosphere of the kitchen. Bakugouâs ruby eyes rove over you shimmying your way around an array of pans and plates like you own the place (which you essentially do), watching you finish piecing your dinner together with a generous sprinkle of garnish and spices.
Eyes never leaving you, an expression of admiration and fondness paints his usually hardened face. With arms crossed over his chest, he could just stand there, admire you, and be more than wholly content. You could do the most mundane things and still have him wrapped around your fingerânot that heâd ever mention that to you out loud of course. Occasionally, Bakugou wonders how he ever got so lucky with you in the first place.
Youâre so blissfully unaware of your hotheaded boyfriend lurking nearby. Itâs all the more apparent by how you abruptly pause as soon as you discover him idling in the kitchen doorway in all of his half-naked glory.
The blond doesnât let the fact that youâre practically ogling his hard muscle slip past him, and definitely doesnât miss your moment of hesitation before you avert your gaze, your cheeks growing hot. It brings a smirk to his face and his ego through the roof.
Bakugou tosses his towel and t-shirt somewhere off the side before coming to you. âWhat? Getting flustered or something, babe?â he taunts. His deep tone hovers next to your ear as his chest touches your back. His hands are on either side of you, trapping you against the counter.
âThat fuckinâ hot that I got you this speechless?â His breath is so close to you, he just knows you have goosebumps trailing down your spine. He can tell by the heat swirling in your cheeks just how much he has an effect on you and he absolutely loves how easily he can get you flustered.
Though he canât say heâs all but immune to your charms, either. He trails a calloused hand up your bare thigh and hips, giving your ass a firm squeeze through your booty shorts which causes a yelp to flee your lips.
Fuckinâ hell.
The way you were dancing around in these things, tip-toeing to reach high cabinets that caused the shorts to ride up slightly and give him a glimpse of the plushness peeking past the fabric already had Bakugou half-hard simply standing behind you. But being able to touch what was essentially his started to make the material of his sweatpants absolutely suffocating.
In a single motion, he spins you around. Your back is pinned against the counter as youâre forced to face him. The cocky grin plastered on his lips greets you.
Finally grasping your composure, you raise an eyebrow at him. âFor someone who wanted to take a shower as soon as their stinky-self got home, you sure are eager to get dirty again,â you retort, tracing your hands up his arms to place them on his broad shoulders. âWork didnât get you sweaty enough?â
The blond chuckles lowly at your cheekiness. His face inches closer, mere centimeters away from your lips. âI could go for an extra workout,â he says huskily, voice dissipating with the shortening distance between you.
His eyes are lidded as he targets your lips, hands leaving the edge of the counter in favor of wrapping his arms around your waist. To his surprise, when he darts forward he meets nothing but air.
Hearing your giggles beside him breaks the tension between you. He opens his eyes and discovers that youâve tilted your head out of the way. Before he can open his mouth to spit a retort, you rest your head against his shoulder, arms winding at his neck.
âFoodâs gonna get cold, big boy,â you hum.
The noise that leaves his gritted teeth is practically a growl. âDun care about the foodââ His hands at your sides play with the waistband of your shorts. âWould rather eat you out on this counter.â
He watches you gulp down the lump in your throat, finding the idea tempting as a dull throb aches between your legs. But to his dismay, you donât want to let him indulge in you just yet.
You lean forward to kiss his cheek to prepare him for your next words, âFirst and foremost, dinner. And then I'll let you do whatever you want with me. Howâs that?â You tiptoe to peck his nose one more time for good measure before wriggling free from his clutches. You shuffle away to the steaming hot food you left on the other end of the counter.
Pink swathes his cheeks as Bakugou stands there dumbfounded. He rubs the back of his head, his brows furrowing in frustration.
âYouâre killing me here, dammit.â
You let out another dulcet giggle. The urge to sneak up on you again to try to get you all hot and bothered lingers until itâs interrupted by a piece of fabric thrown in his face. âAlso, shirt on we please.â You turn back at him with two plates of stuffed ravioli perched on each hand. âNo shirt, no service.â
He yanks the white t-shirt off his face, grimacing as he begrudgingly pulls it over his head. âYeah, yeah. You love it though.â Nonetheless, he follows behind you while the savory aroma of your food creates a path toward the dining table. The scent alone makes his stomach growl, the effects of a long day at work making themselves apparent.
Despite the antics he has to put up with, he canât help but soften around you. Itâs as if you possess an innate ability to effortlessly get him to shed his notoriously rough exterior.
He takes a seat on his side of the table, his stomach now growling loud enough for you to hear. You tease a wry grin before placing the ravioli dishes on the table, letting the delicious aromas waft around him, his mouth watering.
âI know itâs been a long day for you so you better eat up, hero.â
The blondâs eyes flicker for a second, chest enveloped with pride as he meets the look on your face that awaits for him in anticipation to dig in. âYeah⊠Thanks for the meal,â he murmurs, mild gratitude woven in his words as he picks up the fork and finally chows down.
Again, what did he ever do to deserve you? He knows how hard you work each and every day. The fact that youâre still willing to love and take care of him is enough for him to want to cherish you for an eternity. Coming home to the person he loves and sharing meals with them is a blessing to him as it is and he absolutely wouldnât trade this for anything else.
Which just makes the matter of his secretary all the more annoying to him.
The damn woman has walked in his office plenty of times to see the framed picture of you two on his desk, even occasionally interrupting his phone calls with you that would end with him mouthing low âlove yousâ before heâd have to turn around to acknowledge the petty expression resting on her face. Heâd watch as her demeanor quickly shifted into a full 180âfrom a bitter frown to a forced grin to keep up her facade. She definitely knows heâs in a happy, committed relationship. The real question is whether or not she cares enough to acknowledge the fact.
He could just fire her for unprofessionalism. That seems like an obvious solution, but knowing her, sheâd probably feed the media some false rumors about alleged abuse towards his employees. Of course, that wouldnât at all be true. Far from it, but the news loved to twist the truth so long as it got them clicks. Given Bakugouâs naturally rugged demeanor, it wouldnât be hard for the public to buy their shit and for his ranking on the hero chart to plummet. Which Bakugou could not afford right now considering how close he was to the top.
ââTsuki, stop playing with your food.â He hears you chide, tugging him from his contemplation.
Bakugou huffs, jamming his fork onto the plate. âIâm not a damn kid.â
âRight, tell that to the ravioli youâre mangling with your fork.â You raise your brow and point at his stabbed and defeated pasta, the filling oozing out from the punctured holes. He keeps his gaze suspiciously fixed on the ravioli.
Does it taste bad? You wonder warily. âIf you donât like it then you donât have to eat it, yâknow.â
âWhat? Noâ The foodâs fine.â He stuffs three pastas in his mouth one after the other. âFucking delicious,â he mutters through ungracious chewing, cheeks puffed profusely, bringing a grin to your face.
âWhatâs wrong then? Bad day at work?â
He swallows his food. âCould say that,â he answers, resting his head against his propped arm. âJust some employee causing trouble.â
âHopefully itâs not one of your sidekicks,â you pick at the raviolis while stuck in your musing, âI remember your first batch of recruits when you just started your own agency. You nearly scared half of them away by the end of the week.â
âHow else was I supposed to whip those newbies into shape?â He lounges in his seat. âIf they canât take some yelling from a Pro, then theyâre definitely not ready for the real hero world. Besides, they were the ones that came to my agency knowing that Iâm the best,â he boasts with confidence, shoving more pasta in his mouth, and munching at his leisure.
âAlso, itâs not a sidekick. Just some lady who canât do her fuckinâ job.â
âAw, cut her some slack, Iâm sure sheâs trying her best.â
Bakugou almost scoffs. If you knew the real reason for her lack of work ethic, youâd be on the same page as him.
Either way, he really needs to get this secretary off his back before shit blows out of proportion. If pictures, phone callsâhellâeven lunch dates canât get her to wake up, then what?
To his surprise, the idea actually comes to him quicker than he anticipated, red eyes perking up at a scheme forming in his head.
Of course. Heh, why didnât I think of that sooner?
This is how heâs going to do it, he thinks. His lips barely resist the urge to quiver into a smirk that will no doubt have you questioning whatever was riling him up. Swallowing his final piece of pasta, Bakugou pushes his plate away but aims his fork in your direction.
âYou free tomorrow?â
âI just have to drop off some papers at work in the morning. Why?â
âGood. Come by the agency for lunch.â
Your brows furrow at how sudden the request is, however, you go along with it. âOkay, should I make lunch for us?â
âNah, donât. Iâll order something,â he assures, but in his head heâs sure lunch would be the last thing on your mind tomorrow afternoon with what he has planned for you, him, and his secretary.
Bakugou scoots his seat back, leaning over on your side of the table. âNow, I remember a certain brat made a promise to me after dinner was done.â
âHold it, I still have a pieceââ
âNuh-uh, câmereââ He lightly pushes your hand away, and with effortless strength, pulls you out of your chair and over his shoulder. âAlready waited too damn long.â
âWhoa..!â Your last piece of pasta falls back on the plate, forgotten. You watch as the distance between you and the dining table diminishes, the impatient blond leading you two into the hallway. At your fidgeting, he swats your thigh, warning you to stay fucking still unless you want to accidentally fall on your face.
With a squeal escaping your lips, you comply. As a reward, he presses his lips against the side of your ass as youâre still hanging over him, nipping at your curves. Your yelps are replaced by laughter. The ticklish sensation nearly makes you squirm again if not for Bakugou dropping you unceremoniously onto your bed.
âYou better make it up to me for having to make me wait, Princess.â His emphasis on what is supposed to be your endearing little pet name comes out as a snarl as youâre cornered against the sheets. Expecting this kind of intense reaction from him after your meal, you grin slyly.
âI mean the ravioli was good, wasnât it?â
Well that he canât deny. Still, the blond smirks, showing his pearly canines. âYeah, but,â he moves away from you, kneeling while grabbing at the hem of his shirt to pull it off,
âIâm still fuckinâ hungry.â
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There is no doubt that the next day, you woke up incredibly sore. Sore yet also just as happy.
The tension in your muscles had dissipated as a result of being repeatedly fucked into your own mattress last night, allowing you to sleep soundly. So soundly that you donât even notice your boyfriend leaving for work that morning. But it canât be helped given how ungodly early his hero work starts every day.
Some hours after Bakugou has already left, your alarm goes off to remind you that itâs about time to begin your day. Even after a spent night, you canât bear the thought of lying in bed anymore, especially with how cold the sheets had become, devoid of the blondâs natural warmth. Plus you had something to look forward to this afternoonâyour lunch date.
Once you get washed and dressed, you grab your business files from your desk and dash out the door to drop off your papers at work.
Before you know it, itâs noon and youâre standing in front of the receptionistâs desk at Dynamightâs agency.
While you wait for the receptionist to finish their business call, you think back on the employee Bakugou mentioned yesterday. You note in the foreground how busy the entire place looks, which doesn't surprise you. The agency runs like a well-oiled machine. With all the hustle and bustle going on, it seems like everyone is doing their job with peak efficiency. Honestly, you canât imagine anyone wanting to test the wrath of the explosive Number Two Hero, but you assume such people existed.
âThank you for waiting! Here to see Mister Dynamight?â The receptionist greets you after hanging up their call, immediately recognizing you from your prior visits.
âYeah, just coming by for lunch.â
âHeâs in his office right now so Iâll let him know youâre here then.â
You mouth a thank you, followed by a farewell wave as you make your way to the elevator.
ââSukiâs office should be on⊠this floorâŠâ you murmur, pressing the corresponding button on the panel. While you wait for the doors to close, you spot a figure approaching from a distance. You can see the personâs wrinkled professional attire, disheveled hair, and slightly smeared makeup as she approaches the elevator clumsily.
âH⊠Hold the door!â she pants.
Hearing her frantic request, your mind catches up with you. You jam your index finger on another button on the panel, keeping the doors open just long enough for the woman to slip inside and catch her breath.
You watch her ungraciously drop to the floor, lungs gasping for air. âThat was a close one.â You bend down to extend a helping hand.
She sputters as she reaches out to you, âYeah, thanks, Iâ Wait, youâre...â When she looks up, her eyes squint to get a better look at your face, brows knitting together as she recognizes your features. Dismissing your help, she abruptly retracts her hand before getting up on her own. You cock your head suspiciously when you notice her change in demeanor.
âOh, Iâm just stopping by to have lunch with my boyfriend. Heâs your, uh,â you piece your words as eloquently as you can, âboss.â
Itâs always difficult for you to tell any of Bakugouâs staff that youâre his girlfriend. Youâd done it before in front of his group of sidekicks while waiting outside his office and as a result they all flipped, bombarding you with questions about your relationship before falling dead silent when his door suddenly swung open.
Youâre expecting the same, if not, a similar reaction here, but youâre surprised to see a deadpan look in the womanâs eyes. She averts her gaze. You glance over at her, taking note of her fists shaking at her sides and how she bites the inside of her cheek which forms a pout on her lips.
Youâre beginning to wonder if you shouldnât have disclosed that information. âAre you okay?â you inquire, your voice filled with genuine concern. She eventually turns to look at you straight on, her expression teetering between a smile and a scowl. In any case, she tries to steer you away from the elephant in the room.
âYep! Just peachy!â she assures through a strained grin that makes you all the more suspicious of her. Even if you want to question it, she has no intention of continuing the conversation. Her lips press together in an effort to maintain her smile, or else risk blurting something that shouldâve stayed in her mouth. You keep to yourself in the elevator so as not to bother her, but the prolonged silence, combined with the elevatorâs incessant dinging throughout each ascending floor, creates a suffocating atmosphere.
With every floor you pass you soon realize that despite keeping your distance, sheâs still looking in your general direction. You notice her sneaking glances at you and your neck grows hot as you follow where her eyes wander. You press your palm against your jugular, the spot you recall Bakugou laying his teeth on last night.
I thought I covered thatâŠ
You want to chastise yourself for not spending enough time this  morning to conceal the blemishes on your neck. Your coworker had even commented on them before you left for Dynamightâs agency, to your embarrassment.
You settle for letting out an uneasy chuckle while adjusting the collar of your shirt. Though the majority of Bakugouâs staff are already aware of your relationship, youâd rather hide any detail of your sex life if possible. Youâd prefer not being the hot talk amongst the whole faculty.
You expect to be the brunt of the womanâs teasing next, anticipating her wiggling her brows or whistling, but she keeps her mouth shut and her expression even appears offended.
Fortunately, the elevator saves both of you from any more uncomfortable silences. Right on cue, the doors slide open for the woman to exit on her floor. She doesnât spare you a glance on her way out, but you overhear her mutter under her breath, âEnjoy your lunch or whatever.â
She stomps in the opposite direction until her figure disappears behind closing doors. Your face scrunches. âWhatâs her deal?â
Youâve gotten used to the bitter reactions some people would give over the fact you and Bakugou are in a relationship. You kind of have to, considering who Bakugou is and the hoards of fans heâs accumulated over the years as a Pro-Hero. But any of the backlash you receive is mostly posted online by petty netizens. No one has the guts to confront you in person. Mostly because if they do, Bakugou has no qualms about retaliating with equal venom and more. This lady, on the other hand, works for Bakugou. When it comes to greeting her bossâs girlfriend, she should be professional, right?
You brush those thoughts away, recalling that no one should ever have to suck up to you simply because you're a Proâs significant other. âSheâs probably on the PR team.â You laugh off, remembering how much trouble it is to manage Bakugouâs public image and how she must be tired from working overtime.
The elevator dings one last time to indicate that youâve arrived at your destination. When the doors part, the entrance to Dynamightâs office is directly across from you, passing a short corridor. Normally, sidekicks and employees had to press the button on the side of the door, or page him ahead of time before entering. However, you have the luxury of just swinging those doors open whenever you like.
âHeya, Katsuââ
âFor the last fuckinâ time, thereâs no way Iâm going on that mission as his fucking standby.â The voice booming at the other end of the room behind a wide, wooden desk drowns out your voice. âTell Grand that if he canât find another B-rate hero agency like his to do his damn dirty work, then he can just fuck himself,â he spits into the receiver. He slams the phone down and hangs up the call without a second thought.
You announce your presence once more with a low whistle. Another one for the PR team. âVulgar as usual,â you joke.
He sighs loudly, âThe only way to get the message across their thick skulls is to beat it into their heads at this point,â he says, leaning against the large glass windows behind him. âThat Shindou needs to get off my back. I thought I told everyone I wasnât taking anymore calls from that asswipe.â
âIâm sure Grand will finally get the idea after he receives your message from his manager.â Slipping in next to him, you wrap your arms around his neck. Your fingers delicately crawl up to his chin, tilting his head to face your smile. Bakugou reciprocates the gesture, his gloved hands gripping your waist and pulling you in as your lips briefly meet. When you part, you rest your forehead against his.
âHow was patrol this morning, hero?â you whisper, playing with the tufts of hair above his neck.
âSame old shit,â he tells you quietly as you hum at his response, an amused grin tugging at the seam of your lips. Just as youâre about to separate, his hold at your sides tightens, locking your body against his.
âBet you missed me, didnât you, princess?â He leans in to nibble your jawline, causing laughter to tumble from your lips. âBed got cold without me?â
Your answer is interrupted by a hand brushing up against the waistband of your pants, ruffling your tucked-in blouse. The man growls in the crook of your neck. âDidnât have my cock to keep you nice and warm?â
Your nose scrunches at his unfiltered tongue. âKatsuki, I came here for lunch, remember?â You push at his chest, attempting to get him off you, but his teeth lock onto your clavicle.
âFoodâs on the way,â he assures. Fingers play with the loops of your pants, dragging your shirt out slowly. âMight as well kill timeââ His lips suddenly collide with yours, stealing your breath and drowning out any protests. He scuffs his teeth against your bottom lip, looking for a way in. You whimper in response at his persistence, stumbling backwards against the edge of his desk as he finally pries through your lips.
After an intense moment of kissing, his attention shifts to your jugular, nipping at the tender skin again. Every time his canines make contact with the broken skin, you wince. âStill got my marks all over ya,â he boasts, but the more skin he tries to unveil, the more he has to pull at your shirtâs collar which quickly annoys him. âThough I donât understand what the hell youâre covering them up for.â
âD-Donât want people to seeâŠâ you fumble with your excuses yet tilt your head to grant him better access. He scoffs at how your actions betray your words.
âWhy does it matter when I want them to see? Let those fuckers look and know weâre together.â He licks one of the patches of broken skin. His harsh words make you shiver in his hold, but beneath his rough exterior, you sense a tender possessiveness in the amount of attention he pays to your body.
Your fingers brush through his hair, gently pulling him off of you so you can look him in the eyes, âYouâre so damn insufferable, you know that?â
âHeh, you like it though,â Bakugou counters. You click your tongue, feigning ignorance. With his hand wrapped at the nape of your neck, he thumbs at your blemishes. His ruby eyes take their time to admire every inch of his claim on you. âYou were clenching whenever I marked you. Screaming nice and loud too.â
âI bet the neighbors hate us nowâŠâ You sigh quietly.
âTook them that long?â He grins, almost proud of being a menace to those extras next door despite being a heroic figure. âBesides, not my fault you let me do whatever I wanted to you.â You pout, but accept itâs a fact you very well canât deny.
As his deft hands unfasten each button of your blouse, he switches your positions. He yanks your shirt, dragging the fabric down your shoulders to reveal your skin and the bra hugging your chest. Licking his lips, he removes his thick gloves before hoisting you up to sit on the desk with him, making you straddle his thighs. Another pause of appreciation for the blossoms adorning your chest makes him blurt out, âMaybe I should let you mark me up just as much.â
You look at him precariously. He doesnât take back the grin on his face. Seeing your wide-eyed expression, he cups your jaw, pulling you toward him. âWhatâs the look for? I know youâve thought about it, princess.â Bakugou reads you like a book. He revels in your flustered face, telling him how right he is.
The image of his scarred, toned skin covered in hickeys has crossed your mind more times than you can count, but youâve always been too engrossed in the intoxicating sensation of his teeth grazing every stretch of your skin to ever have an opportunity to bring the thought to light. Bakugou never gives you an inch when it comes to taking the reins in the bedroom. But now heâs practically granting you the opportunity on a silver platter.
You point a dubious look at him. âAre you serious, or did you bump your head somewhere earlier on patrol?â Anticipating your skeptical response, a chuckle rumbles low in his throat. He scoots back to remove his tank top, letting your hands lay over his chiseled physique. Your fingers immediately trace the scars and cuts lining his muscles, each one standing as a testament to every one of his battles. The idea of your own marks joining his adonis of a canvas has your eyes fluttering.
ââs no joke, babe,â he clarifies, a wicked grin plastered on his face. He then remembers why he made this whole arrangement in the first place. âArenât you tired of those fuckinâ extras always ogling meâlooking at me up and down like they even have a damn chance to touch all of this?â He grabs your wrist and guides your hands above his chest, your fingertips brushing his collarbones.
You bite your lower lip. âWellâŠâ
Hearing your voice linger, he snarls, âAre you seriously hesitating?â
Itâs not like you hadnât ever clenched your fists in front of the TV whenever your boyfriend was being interviewed by some mischievous news reporter or journalist. They never make it subtle when casting one too many glances at the Proâs sweaty, skintight attire, staring into his red eyes for so long that they started looking dumb. Though as much as dark green jealousy occasionally takes root in your subconsciousness, you never act on your displeasure.
In the back of your mind, you always saw it as a sign of clinginess. But Bakugou sees it differently. To him, heâd want nothing more than his girl staking their claim on him. For you to get needy, jealous, possessive. Let the entire world know that you both belong to each other and no one else.
You fix your gaze at his cynical expression that eggs you on. Before you know it, you lunge forward. Your mouth latches onto his neck, arms curling around his shoulders. Bakugou draws you skin-to-skin, his low chuckle reverberating in the depths of his chest.
âOoh, thatâs it,â he encourages, rubbing your back. His other hand palms your ass, rocking you both back and forth, grinding his bulge against the crotch of your jeans. Your teeth cling to him, sinking into his skin. Your lips vibrate against his collarbones while you whimper at the delicious friction on your clit.
âHarder. I wanna see nice olâ purple marks here,â he orders, relentlessly rolling his hips. You want to slap him on the wrist, your concentration waning as heat quickly pools in your abdomen. As if the grinding isnât enough, Bakugou effortlessly undos the button of your jeans. He pulls down the zipper before reaching inside and touching you through your underwear.
âFuck, already this wet from a little grinding? Nasty girl,â he hisses, running his index and middle finger across the ruined crotch of your panties. âOr maybe marking me is getting you all riled up?â
âShut upââ you mutter half-heartedly. With a pop, your lips leave him. You lean back to evaluate your work. Theyâre not as noticeable as the marks Bakugou usually gives you, but theyâre visible, and theyâre purple as requested.
A small trail of violet hickeys adorns the crook of the blondâs neck and collarbones. Your finger traces the path, eyes capturing the sheen of your saliva over the marks. His skin gleams in the sunlight streaming in through the windows.
Reaching inside the pocket of his baggy pants, Bakugou pulls out his phone to turn on the front-facing camera. He gets a clear view of your work on the screen, and his smirk appears on the display. âMy girl did that, huh?â He cranes his neck to examine the blemishes from different angles. Soon after, you hear his cameraâs shutter release, capturing the image and adding it to his gallery. He should really consider making an album out of these.
Tossing his phone to the side, those piercing red eyes return to you, and your assertiveness fades. He grabs your wrists and leans in to kiss your temple.
âYou did well, princess.â
His hushed voice makes your cunt clench and your ears warm. âI'll be sure to show these off later,â he promises, his tone dripping with smugness.
God, you realize how little his hero costume does to hide any of those hickeys. Given that he has to go on patrol again soon, you can expect his neck to be a hot topic in the media. Regardless, you canât deny the satisfaction that wells up in your chest at the thought.
Katsuki was right. You really are possessive over him. And of course, it goes both ways.
While youâre distracted by your epiphany, he uses this opportunity to unhook your bra, happily discarding the garment. You exhale as he roughly cups the underside of your breast. His breath tickles your perky nipple, strong arm hooking you into him.
The pattern of his breaths are erratic, excitement coursing through his veins. His carmine eyes are lidded as he flattens a tongue against the hardened nub. As Bakugou fully wraps his lips around the stiffening bud, sucking and biting to his heartâs content, mewls part your mouth.
âYour tits still taste fucking amazing,â he mutters, mouth caught between sucking and spewing obscenities. âThese tits gonna give me some milk too, princess?â
âDonât push your luck, mister,â you quip before biting your bottom lip. You concentrate on moving your hips back and forth against his thigh, trying to find the right angle that provides you with the delicious jolt of pleasure you craved between your thighs. With a smack, his lips leave your nipple.
âGuess I didnât give you enough attention down here since you keep rutting against me like a needy slut.â He swats your ass before gripping the plushness harshly. The mild sting has your pussy clenching. âMy baby doesnât feel satisfied unless sheâs getting stretched open by my cock, huh?â
Just a little bit of dirty talk from him is enough to make you whimper pathetically, âPlease, âsukiâŠâ
âPlease, what? Gotta tell me more than that, princess.â He tugs the waistband of your pants, teasing you. Never breaking eye contact, Bakugouâs hand sneaks under the edge of his desk. âUse your words, I want to know what Iâm doing to you. Donât skimp on the details.â
A light click goes off, but if you hear it you donât make it apparent, too focused on the hot blond in front of you that was making your head spin.
âFuck⊠âSuki, I feel so hot⊠Need you right nowâŠâ You grab his hand showing him your ruined panties by letting the pads of his fingers trail your wet pussy. âSee? Look what you did, Iâm soaked.â
Bakugou mutters curses under his breath, applying more pressure to your panties to thoroughly inspect the slick saturating the fabric. He couldnât have asked for a better reaction, finding your pleading to be incredibly sinful and all-too-tempting. He considers it a waste that he isnât recording anything. Well, maybe it isnât an entire waste.
âDamn, how are you this messy? This pussyâs fucking sobbing for me.â You nod, sloppily gyrating on top of his hand. For once, Bakugou is considerate to your needs and slides your panties to the side to slip his digits across your bare folds. You both moan in unison, you at the extra relief and him at the slippery honey dripping down his knuckles.
In his eyes he was being generous, granting you his thick fingers prodding your silky walls rather than reduce you to pitifully grinding against him. But, being greedy, you thought he wasnât being generous enough.
Bakugouâs fingers leave your cunt to sample you, wet digits laying flat on his tongue. âFuck, I need to lick you clean right now.â
âN-No, âsuki, jusâ want your cock in me already,â you whine with a pout. However, Bakugou is insistent on stealing more than just a little taste from your sweet cunt.
âNot gonna even let me indulge a little? Must have spoiled you with too much dick last night.â He scoffs, but doesnât move to discard his uniform to free his hard cock. Instead, he motions you to step down and stand in front of him while he remains perched atop his desk.
He eyes you up and down. âWhat are you waiting for, princess? I want it all off already.â
Your fingers start moving toward your disheveled blouse. As fabrics pile the floor, you catch the blond licking his lips, lewdly eyeing your panties that slip down your legs to reveal your juices coating your inner thighs.
âTurn around and kneel on top of my chair.â
At his blunt tone, you obey. Dynamightâs luxurious office chair cushions your knees as you carefully lift your body onto it.
âBend over.â
Without question, you use the arms of the chair as leverage to safely lean forward, spreading your pussy in front of him. As half of your face presses into the cushion of the head rest, you steal a glimpse of his reaction from your peripheral vision.
With a guttural hiss between his teeth, he gets off the desk, pulling the chair closer for an even better look at your glistening center. He palms your ass, rolling the globes in his hands before spreading them, exposing your slick folds.
âYou seriously trying to deny me this angel cunt?â His words are emphasized with a quick smack before his tongue dives between your folds. You whine at the contact, his lips fluttering around your clit as it works its way up your slobbering hole.
Knees shaking, you subconsciously muffle your sounds as you press your face into the headrest of the office chair. Not satisfied with your muted cries, Bakugou reaches one hand toward your head. He cups your jaw, turning you more to the side so you arenât hiding in the cushion. When his tongue swivels around your sensitive bud, your moans resonate across his office with euphoria.
ââsuki! Iâm gonnaâ!â
âGonna cum? Do it then you slut.â
At your warning, he works his mouth vigorously against your pussy, even adding two fingers into your walls. Your toes curl behind you as your grip on the arms of the chair tighten.
âFuck, youâre dripping all over my damn office chair.â
Maybe you wouldâve issued a half-hearted apology, if not for his tongue and its unrelenting intensity across your sensitive bundle of nerves. You only offer a string of moans that Bakugou happily accepts, smiling into your pussy as he feels you tense up against him.
âKa..tsuki!!â You practically scream, electricity coursing through your skin as your orgasm shakes your entire body.
âThatâs it, princess. Want your taste all over my tongue⊠So fucking good,â he drones against your folds, not letting a drop go to waste as you slowly come down from your post-orgasmic bliss.
âAh! âSuki, Iâm already too sensitiveâŠâ You gasp, still feeling him drunkenly licking up and down your slit despite you just coming. Reaching behind you, you weave your fingers through his ash blond hair, nudging at his scalp to try to push him away, but Bakugouâs strength clearly outweighs yours. He grips your wrist, lifting his face off your sloppy pussy of his own volition.
âThat sensitive just from my tongue? Oh, sweetheart, I plan on ruining you in my office chair alone.â Keeping his word, he replaces your pliant body with his own, planting himself right on the cushioned seat with his legs spread thoughtlessly. He dashes for the hem of his pants, unfastening the zipper, and pulling down enough articles of clothing for his cock to spring out, stiff and glistening with his arousal.
Lust blown eyes admire the thickness of Bakugouâs shaft, rightdown to the veins on the ridges of his cock. A smirk and chuckle follow in the wake of your heady gawking, swearing that you look like you were about to pounce and give him the best head of his life. Sadly, as he glances at the digital clock perched behind you, he realizes thereâs no time.
âSorry, babe, foodâs gonna be here any minute and I need you on my cock right fucking now.â He rolls the office chair closer to get a firm grasp of your hips, motioning you on top of him with rousing urgency. Thighs on either side of his own, you reach over your body to level his cock over your dripping folds.
The blondâs lips curl into a sneer beneath you, hands fondling your breast and assâthe latter spreading your cheek to help you accommodate his size. âBesides, this what you wanted, right? To beââ As you begin sinking down his length, your mouth opens in a soundless mewl. ââsplit open on me, even after I fucked you into the mattress last night?â
Your teeth tug at your bottom lip while you do your best to bottom out. Katsuki isnât amused by your muted reaction, pinching your nipple as punishment and spurring his desired noises from you. âWhat did I say? Answer me, slut, you wanted to get fucked dumb again, didnâtcha?â His words are harsher this time, demanding your attention.
âYes, yes! Wanâ you to make me your little cockwhore, âSukiâŠâ you confess, moaning when you feel his dick fully impale you. At the same time, Bakugou hisses at how your walls mercilessly hug his shaft.
âYeah princess, Iâm going to give you exactly what you needâ Fuck! How are you so damn tight?!â It hasnât even been ten hours since he had sex with you, stretching you into his shape last night until the sun shined, and yet you still had the innate ability to squeeze every ounce of pleasure out of him and then some. At this rate, heâs not going to last. âNeed you to move, baby. Ride me already.â
Hearing the urgency in his tone, your hips begin moving on their own, dragging yourself on and off his cock. Hands on his shoulders, you leverage yourself to maintain a steady rhythm that had you both delirious and panting in pleasure. The blondâs thick fingers dig into your soft flesh, growls leaving his lips as fire flares in his veins, threatening to ignite his last ounce of willpower to allow you to keep this sustained tempo.
âF-Feeling good, âsuki?â you question, looking down at him with a sinful expression painted on your gorgeous faceâpretty eyes half-lidded and needy just for him.
âYeah⊠God you make me act up all the damn time Iââ His cock twitches between your tight folds, eyeing you from below and watching you clasp his hand thatâs pawing your breast to gesture to him to play with you some more. The sensual yet genuine smile you give him ultimately breaks his resolve.
Oh, fuck it.
As if chains have snapped around him, Bakugou suddenly shoots up, carrying your body against him. He lays you across his desk quickly but carefully, with little regard for whatever else tumbles and falls off of it except for you.
You squeal in surprise, your arms and legs attempting to find purchase around him before youâre reduced to jelly by the new quickening pace of his cock pounding your insides.
âOh my god⊠Katsuki!â The obscene slapping of skin on skin accompanies your desperate cries throughout his office. Arms that were wound around his neck lose their hold on him, pathetically dropping to your sides to clasp Katsukiâs wrists, where heâs pulling your thighs apart to spread you open for his unrelenting thrusts.
âSorry, princess⊠you looked so damn hot I couldnât hold back anymore. Needed to feel you deeper and make you cream already.â His tepid apologies donât reach your ears as youâre overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of his movements, followed by a searing knot welling up in your abdomen.
By the looks of it, you have no objections to the turn of events, gazing dreamily at him as his hardened body hovers over you. From your point of view, you get glimpses of the sweat dotting his forehead, his nose scrunched in concentration, and narrowed ruby eyes glimmering with feral desire.
With stars in your eyes and features all flushed with warmth and lust, you sing a euphony of I love youâs between whimpers. Your voice catches in your throat when his cock repeatedly hits that sweet spot inside your gummy walls.
Bakugou canât get enough of you, heart swelling with his affections that he canât help but flick his wrist to intertwine his hand in yours. Despite his progressively carnal thrusts, he possesses contrasting tender devotions in his voice.
âI love you, princess. Itâs been you and no one else. No other bitch can compare,â he repeats over and over like a mantra, a declaration of his loyalty to you and only you. You swear thereâs an extra weight behind his words, but youâre too engrossed in the feeling of utter euphoria this man gives you in mind, body, and soul to give it a second thought. Itâs as if youâre walking on Cloud 9 as your pussy clenches around him, back arching in the moment thatâs pushing Bakugou to the breaking point
âSo damn perfect, you were fucking made for me, baby. Give it to me, cum on my cock,â he pleads, âI know youâre almost there, princess.â
âYea, âsuki⊠Wanna cum for you, you make me feel so good,â you murmur brokenly, voice splintering into an incoherent babble that he finds so endearing, caressing your cheek while deepening his brutal pace. That knot in your tummy tightens and when the cord eventually snaps, you cry out, clutching onto his hand.
Katsuki insists heâs never seen a prettier sight than you finally losing yourself all because of him. It urges him to reach his own high and claim you in the only way he knows howâcoming in your pretty cunt and dedicating himself wholly to you.
âPretty angel, youâre making me crazy over here. Fuck! âBout to blow my whole load inside you. That what you want?â
âMhm! Please..!â You manage a few urgent pleas before Bakugou finally reaches his limit, groans resonating in the wake of his cock stuttering between your silky folds. His growls reverberate from the depths of his chest, thick with rapture as his body is bathed in the sweet sensation that is your entire being swallowing him whole. Ribbons of his cum paint your insides. You feel so full, both physically and spiritually, your heart bursting with love for the man that was spilling his adoration for you merely seconds ago.
Bodies spent and chests heaving, you lay on the desk with Katsuki on top of you. You donât notice his hand sneaking under the desk, a click going off that goes equally overlooked, enveloped by your collective pants echoing in the stillness that is his hero office.
After a moment, the sensations catch up to you and the weight of his sweaty, heavy torso makes you squirm.
âFeel stickyâŠâ
âThereâs a shower and bath right there.â Bakugou grunts, but thereâs playfulness behind his deceptively gruff mannerisms.
Your hands trail over his back at his response. âI know, but can you carry me?â
âFine. Such a princessâŠâ
âIâm your princess though.â You giggle, a teasing lilt in your carefree tone.
The blond canât help the grin that finds his features. âHell yeah you are.â
Bakugou pulls on his uniformed cargo pants to scrounge together some semblance of decency as he cradles you against him. Your body is like jelly in the Pro Heroâs strong arms, barely exercising the strength to hold onto him properly as he moves you to the unnecessarily luxurious bathroom built in his office. While setting you down on the counter next to the sink, the pager in his pocket rings.
âFoodâs finally here.â He reaches for a hanger on the door, finding a bathrobe to blanket you in. âIâll be back.â
You raise a brow. âGoing out like that?â
âRelax, Iâm putting a shirt on obviously.â
âA shirt, huh?â Not at all convinced, you cross your legs. You and him both know he absolutely reeks of sex. The marks you gave him are also an obvious giveaway. No doubt heâll be an eye-turner to anyone he crosses paths with at the agency.
âFine, Iâll have someone bring it up.â He meets you in the middle and you happily oblige, shoo-ing him to go about his business once again. The blond rolls his eyes, exiting the bathroom and out the large double doors of his office to wait at the elevator for his delivery.
And when those doors open with a ding, heâs greeted by the very last person he wishes to see. Swathed in the overbearing odor of her pungent perfume, his secretary stands heel-to-heel in the elevator, eyes crossed and a furious blush penetrating the matte layer of her foundation. Her steps traverse the threshold between the lift and hallway. With hands balled into small fists, she jabs the plastic bag of take-out food into the heroâs chest before wagging her finger at his disinterested demeanor.
âYou..! You! How dare you?! Why, I should charge you for sexual harassment for what you did! So uncouth! Barbaric even!â She lectures vehemently, voice dripping with malice akin to the insults she practically spits at his face. The benevolent facade she dons everyday to garner his favor crumbles to pieces before his eyes and Bakugou canât contain his laughter at the pathetic display.
âWhatâs so funny?!â
âOh man, youâre a riot arenât ya? You coulda very well just turn off your speaker if it bothered you so damn much,â he suggests, but the glint in his expression tells the woman he can see right through her. âBut you didnât, did you? You listened in on the whole thing like a fuckinâ pervert.â
At his deduction, the secretary blushes even harder. The fists at her sides shake with an anger that boils under her skin, melting her composure like the wicked witch of the west.
âWhy you..! Youâre the pervert here! Donât think you can turn the situation on me when youâre the one who instigated this!â She points an accusing finger in his direction, an empty threat to the indifferent blond.
The hero barely offers her a scoff. âMe? The instigator? You got some fucking nerve saying that when all month youâve been coming onto me practically on all fours despite knowing Iâm a taken man.â Now itâs his turn to retort with equal venom and then some. His sudden switch in demeanor quickly overwhelms the woman as with every step he takes forward, she grows smaller and smaller.
âWhatâre you going to do? Tell the media? Report me to the authorities? Make a bunch of baseless rumors on your online blog? Well news flashâunlike you Iâm irreplaceable. There wonât ever be another hero that has left as big of a mark on this country as I have, and you know it.â He holds his chest proudly after every word. In his presence, the secretary shrinks, gradually cowering back toward the elevator. Any semblance of nerve she held vanishes in front of her.
âNow start packing your things. If I donât see your station left spotless by tomorrow morning Iâll make sure your days working for the hero industry are numbered.â Itâs a threat she doesnât dare challenge, wordlessly pressing a button on the panel to descend the floors and flee with her tail between her legs. The flabbergasted expression on her face is the last he sees of her.
And just like that, Katsuki feels a weight evaporate from his shoulders, releasing a deep sigh he hadnât realized heâd been holding. He bounds back to his office with your lunch in tow.
When he returns, he overhears the water running in the bathroom before itâs soon shut off.
âAh, âSuki, youâre back! I just filled the tub with water for our bath.â Your sincere smile meets his eyes which soften at the mere glimpse of you kneeling next to the tub, patiently awaiting his arrival.
âFuck, babe, you werenât suppose to move. Should be too sore after what I did tâya.â He hoists you off the floor and into welcoming arms.
You pout cutely. âCâmon now, Iâm not helpless you know.â
ââCourse not. But youâre my princess, remember? All mine.â He settles you both into the depths of the soothing, warm tub, nestling your body against his chest as he presses kisses in every area of tender skin he laid his claim on.
âAnd I plan to treat you like one for the rest of our lives.â
.
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The very next morning, he finds a letter of resignation on his deskâthe very place the two of you had fucked.
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BANKER!KENTO
CONTENT WARNINGS: fluff, slow burn, coworkers to lovers trope, reader is whipped for nanami, smut, office sex, oral (m. receiving, f. receiving implied) cum-eating
senaâs note: i will never get over my hubby :(
MINI-SERIES MASTERLIST
â© BANKER!KENTO who recently moved back to tokyo after having spent some time in malaysia; who came back as a well-rested, new man (& even more handsome with a nice tan)
â© BANKER!KENTO who had absolutely no interest in socializing with his coworkers and making friends at his new job and whose one and only goal was to survive his shifts and leave
â© BANKER!KENTO who didnât think heâd meet a person who hated work as much as he did until he saw you nearly ripping your hair out in your office through the glass door
â© BANKER!KENTO who you got teamed up with to do the annual financial statement together to present to the entire team; and you couldnât be more nervous to approach the blonde
â© BANKER!KENTO who approached you instead and asked if you should just split the tasks up and present them together in the end, because he assumed you didnât want to interact with him
you blinked up at the tall man while he leaned over your desk. what?
âcome again?â embarrassingly, you hadnât listened to what he said. his forearms just looked so buff and he had no damn business rolling the sleeves of his perfectly ironed, blue shirt up to his elbowsâ
ââme which part you prefer and iâll do the other.â
fuck. what did he say? you couldnât ask him to repeat it once more. heâd think you were a dumbass. what was the best way to get out of this situation without completely busting it?
âyeah, sure!â your response was weird and overly enthusiastic, and you were never happier to be sitting at this desk. you wouldnât have the slightest idea what to do with your arms and legs, or frankly, yourself, if you were standing.
totally missing the look of disappointment on nanamiâs face â which he covered by clearing his throat and collecting himself again quickly â you spent the next few seconds looking at each other.
did he have something on his face? had he forgotten a splotch of shaving foam on his chin or cheek? or did he have a coffee stain on his shirt? your gaze was making him wonder.
âyou can choose your part, then,â he muttered, hinting at the stack of papers that had been given to you and kento. oh now it made sense⊠of course he wouldnât want to meet up to get this done together. obviously.
âuh, i could do the statistics and the powerpoint.â this time it was you hiding how disheartened you were, and he had no idea.
â© BANKER!KENTO who, as time passed, grew fond of the way you carried yourself so gracefully; how you always kept a clear head (except for in the confines of your office where you liked ripping and crumpling papers instead of shoving them into the file shredder)
â© BANKER!KENTO who actually enjoyed doing the annual closure exposure with you on christmas eve and watched as you stayed behind to tidy up
â© BANKER!KENTO who silently joined you, much to your surprise as it was well-known already that he didnât like staying for longer than he had to
âoh, kento, iâll take care of it. just go enjoy your christmas eve.â
he grunted, throwing the plastic cups into the nearest trash can while you collected the leftover cookies, placing them into a tin. âdonât you have anywhere to be?â you asked out of interest, to which he shook his head. you smiled. âme neither.â
as you left through the backdoor, wrapped up in thick coats, gloves and scarfs, you noticed that it had started snowing. you wanted to ask him if he was up to come over to yours and have dinner together â perhaps not your usual pompous family christmas dinner, but takeout â and then watch a sappy movie with two mugs of hot cocoa⊠but you didnât.
ironically, he thought the same, but he couldnât get the worst past the lump in his throat.
instead, you seperated after a couple of feet, wishing each other a merry christmas and cursing yourselves why you didnât speak up.
â© BANKER!KENTO whose fingers hovered over your contact information a day before new yearâs eve; who knew you two would probably spend that day alone, too, and who thought it wouldnât be worth it to make the effort of roasting an entire duck just for himself
â© BANKER!KENTO who was beaten to it when you called him instead
âhey, kento.â you said, and he could hear your soft smile. âi was wondering if you uh⊠would like to come over for new yearâs eve? i was going to⊠bake a cake, and it would be a waste to just eat it all by myself and have to chuck the rest in the trash...â
as you chuckled awkwardly, you didnât have the slightest clue that nanami sent a smile of victory towards the duck in his fridge and a bottle of red wine resting on his kitchen counter. as if he had gotten caught, he quickly coughed.
âyes, iâd like that,â he muttered into the speaker, which made you cover your speaker to let out a joyous squeal. âdo you like roasted duck?â
â© BANKER!KENTO whose eyes went wide at the sight of you in a dress, elegant as always, but less formal; who felt the need to loosen his tie, sweating despite the freezing temperatures outside as you pulled him into a hug after taking the pan from his arm
â© BANKER!KENTO who never thought much of others complimenting his cooking, but who felt giddy as you swooned, asking him about all the ingredients and expressing how youâd never eaten a meal as delicious as his in your entire life
â© BANKER!KENTO who wanted to excuse himself minutes before new yearâs eve, but who let himself get dragged to your balcony to watch the fireworks, and who let out a sound of surprise as you pulled him down gently by his now loosened tie to smooch him breathless
âdarling, what if someone sees?â nanami sat back in his chair and let out a shaky sigh when his dark eyes darted to the door, before settling on you, hidden right behind his desk as you sat on your knees, unbuckling his belt with deft fingers.
âyouâve been pressing against me every time you walked past me today, kento.â your eyes were laced with need as you took his thick, hard cock out of its restraints. âdidnât you want this?â the blonde gritted his jaw when your thumb knowingly rubbed against his slit, smearing precum all over the reddened tip.
âyou donât know what you do to me, loveâŠâ he couldnât stop himself from bucking his hips into your mouth, not when you took him so well and sucked him so nicely. it was almost as if you were asking him to shoot his cum down your throat when your eyes met.
you greedily swallowed every bit of it when he did, tucking him back inside and dusting your skirt off, acting as if nothing happened. when you shot him a coy smile and attempted to leave his office, he grasped your wrist in his hand, uncaring if anyone saw or not at this point.
âwâwhat are youââ
âdid you think i missed the way you rubbed your thighs together the entire time? sit on the desk, let me reward my lovely girl.â
â© BANKER!KENTO who now had someone to spend all holidays with, and who he didnât even mind working overtime with :)
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my guardian demon sucks at his job (not clickbait)
â look, i accidentally summoned jeonghan from my statistics textbook the day before you met him at the olive garden. â
PAIRING âž demon!yoon jeonghan x fem!reader
GENRES âž smut, fluff, humor, angst, supernatural, demon au
WARNINGS âž not so biblically accurate, profanity, slowburn, found family, inspirations from mythology and h. p. lovecraft, lots of banter, alcohol consumption, sexual tension, teasing, dirty talk, oral (fem. receiving), fingering, palming, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), mc is painfully horny, ft. demon!shua and demon!wonwooÂ
SUMMARY âž just when you thought your luck couldn't get any worse, you accidentally manage to summon an ancient demon prince named jeonghan out of a scrap of paper from your statistics textbook. now, you're tasked with figuring out how to return your so-called "guardian demon" back to where he came from before he can stir up more trouble.
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WORD COUNT âž 23,610 words
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AUTHORâS NOTE âž i had so much fun writing this so i hope you guys enjoy this one!! thank you so much for supporting my works ⥠lmk what u think!
TO BE FAIR, YOU REALLY DIDNâT EXPECT THE SPELL TO WORK.
You initially thought the scrap of paper you found in your statistics textbook was someoneâs torn-up Latin homework. You borrowed the copy from the library earlier in the day, realizing that the only way you would pass your midterm would be if you actually studied. Wedged between the pages of Chapter Three - Linear Regression was the dubious piece of paper. Â
You thought nothing of it at first. You turned a blind eye to how it was yellowed due to age, thinking it was just left behind by accident. It didnât even cross your mind about how strange it was that someone left their Latin homework in a statistics textbook.
There was no real reason why you read the words aloud. You thought it could act as some sort of good luck charmâsomething that could manifest good grades on your examsâbut you ended up with the exact opposite.
The paper started glowing, but it wasnât bright light; a void of pitch darkness emitted from the scrap instead. Mind you, it was nearly the middle of the night. It was already dark, but your room was starting to look like you had opened up a schism in space.
You dropped the paper in the middle of the room instinctively, hissing lightly at how it nearly froze your fingers off. Your roomâs temperature dropped by several degrees, and if you werenât internally freaking out about the random black hole in the middle of your room, you would have curled up in your blankets.
This was one hell of a karmic retribution for slacking on your work for half the semester.
You could hardly see the paper, but you could see faint smoke coming from the middle of the source. It seeped along your bedroom floor, and you contemplated calling your roommate for help before realizing that you, in fact, had no roommate and lived alone.
From there, the paper seemed to crumple up and dissipate into thin air. Instead, a shadowy figure emerged from the smoke. You were not religious by any means, but you felt like this was probably the best time to start praying to whatever higher power was out there.
Light returned to the room once the darkness and smoke faded away. You could now make out the entityâs figure more clearly, noting how it towered over you with sharp horns sticking out from its tuft of hair. Once you could see well enough to make out its face, you were met with what you thought was a human, though the horns and red eyes were throwing you in for a loop.
Humans often had four different psychological responses to traumatic or stressful experiences:
Fight: facing any perceived threat head-on.
Flight: running away from the perceived threat.
Fawn: resorting to appealing to the perceived threat to avoid potential conflict.
Freeze: being unable to move or act against the perceived threat.
Being the absolute weapon of survival you were, your body chose to freeze.
The thing just stared at you until its mouth stretched into a lazy smirk. âHey, Iâmââ
In seconds, your body moved on its own. As soon as you heard the smallest sound come from the being, you grabbed your backpack that was leaning against your bed frame, and you started swinging at the entity with it.
You chose to fight.
You were no longer useless.
âOw!â the thing winced, shrinking back with each blow. You were slightly worried about breaking your laptop inside, but you were currently prioritizing your life more. âCut it out!â
You got a better look at this thing. He was clearly attractive with his strong jawline and dark, sleepy eyesâassuming he was even a dude in the first place. You still kept your guard up around Pretty Boy, though, considering he had just Harry Potterâd his way into your bedroom.
âWhoâwhat are you?â you spluttered, holding your backpack up in a (hopefully) threatening way.
âMe?â Pretty Boy grinned. âIâm your demon.â
What in the Wizards of Waverly Place was this man talking about? You stared blankly at the guy before taking a careful step backward. Of course, there were far too many supernatural elements packed into the last minute for you to completely shut down the idea, but it sounded downright crazy. This was something that only happened in books and movies, and they werenât supposed to be hot!
âA⊠a demon? From Hell?â
âYes, thatâs usually where demons tend to be from.â
Great, this âdemonâ was a smart-ass, too.
âWhatâs a demon?â you asked. It took you a few moments to realize that you had, in fact, asked an extremely stupid question. Of course you knew what a demon was; you didnât have to be a religious studies major to know about all the Jesus and Satan lore.
âIâm glad you asked,â said demon started, although he didnât seem to be glad at all. âThere are demons that should be summoned, and there are demons that should not be summoned. Can you guess which one I am?â
âUhâŠâ You deliberated carefully. âYouâre a demon that can be summoned.â
âWrong!â Pretty Boy answered. âIâm a demon that shouldnât be summoned, so I need you to explain how on Earth you summoned me.â
âIâI thought you said you were my demon.â
âI am,â he said, âbecause most demons can only be summoned by their designated human, which you did, but I, of all demons, am not meant to be summoned and trapped in this realm! How in Luciferâs name did you summon me, human?â
You held up a hand to keep him from charging forward at you. âFirst of all, my name is Y/N. Shouldnât you be familiar with your own humanâs name? Second of all, what do you mean by âdesignated humanâ?â
Pretty Boy sighed. âIâm supposed to be your assigned demon.â
You frowned. âSupposed to be?â
âYeah, sorry, Iâve kind of been neglecting you. Totally forgot your name and everything.â He hummed inquisitively. âRemind me of it again?â
âY/N,â you repeated carefully, slightly offended. âWhat the hell is an assigned demon?â
âIf I tell you,â he started in a somber tone, and you hung onto every word, worrying at your lip and fearing something dreadful would happen, âthen itâs no fun.â
He had to be fucking with you.
âNo fun?â you questioned. âAre you kidding?â
âI happen to be very serious,â he answered, âand Iâm getting the feeling that youâre a bit of a kill-joy, human.â
âListen,â you spat, âI have a stats midterm tomorrow, so you better start talking before I get back to studying and ignore you.â
âFine,â he complied. âThink of it, like⊠a guardian demon.â
âDamn.â You looked up at him with wide eyes. âIf I give you my soul, can you help me pass my midterm?â
âThatâs not quite how it works, and I may be a demon, but thatâs a pretty stupid request in exchange for your soul,â he deadpanned. âOkay, now tell me how you summoned me.â
Your gaze dropped to the spot on the floor where the black void opened up. You recalled the slip of paper disintegrating into thin air once the demon appeared. You were certain that was the key to this bizarre merging of two realms.
âUh,â you said, âthere was a piece of paper with some Latin written on it. You appeared after I read the words out loud.â
And after turning your room into an arctic tundra.
Pretty Boyâs face fell upon your words. You were shocked that the demon looked so crest-fallen all of a sudden, and it was making you feel a bit guilty for dragging him out of Hell.
You decided to ask, âAre you okay?â
âI am not okay, I am Yoon Jeonghan, one of the seven princes of Hell,â he started angrily, causing you to take a cautious step backward. âI am Greed, the creator of alchemy, forger of the Twin Blade, constructor of theââ The demon cut himself off when you held up a fist to your mouth to keep yourself from laughing. âW-what? Whatâs so funny, human?â
âIâm sorry,â you apologized quickly, accidentally letting a giggle slip from your lips, âbut thereâs no way some pretty face like you is a demon prince.â
âI emerged from an opening in the ground, and you still refuse to believe Iâm a demon?â
âWellââ
âHuman, do you know why a âpretty faceâ like me is a demon prince?â Pretty Demon Boy a.k.a Jeonghan inquired, stepping closer until you were backed up against your desk. âThe King of all demons himself was once considered the most beautiful of all angels. Why?â With three fingers, he tilted your chin up enough for you to take a good look at himâat the swirling dark red in his eyes. âBecause demons represent temptation.â
âTemptation,â you echoed, embarrassed that your voice came out more strangled than intended. âYeah, well, Iâm really tempted to kick your ass back to Hell right now.â
You supposed he was onto something, in a sense. Maybe Jeonghan was telling the truth because you couldnât focus on anything else but how his lips were nearing yours. It was as if your senses had completely clouded over.
Upon your words, however, he dropped his gaze and pulled away from you. Jeonghan looked saddened, which was a sight you had not expected from the smug-faced demon. You werenât educated on demon lore or anything, but you were quite surprised that they were capable of feeling such human emotions.
âThere are ways demons can be summoned,â he said in a somber voice. âIf we are summoned by our names, then we can appear and promptly return to Hell. Incantations, though, are tricky; with negligence, there is a possibility that Iâm stuck here.â
âStuck here?â you asked, raising your voice. âWhat do you mean? You canât go back?â
âWell, do you remember the words on that piece of paper?â
âNo.â
âThen I donât have a way of going back, dumbass.â
You huffed. âI didnât know a demon prince could have the vocabulary of a middle school boy.â
âWe can speak any language on this planet and adapt to modern slang,â he explained. âI can also speak dolphin. Wanna hear?â
âNo, letâs circle back to getting you back to Hell,â you shut him down before he started using echolocation. âThere has to be some other way, right?â
âWe have a few options, actually,â he said, sitting on the edge of your bed. You cringed at the thought of the intruder making himself at home, but you supposed you were the one who got him in this mess, anyway. It wouldnât be smart for you to boss him around, especially since he could overtake you easily. âEither you remember the incantation, or⊠actually, I havenât thought that far ahead yet.â
âSo, we only have one option?â you clarified. âI have the memory of a goldfish, so I think youâre fucked.â You scratched your neck in thought. âCanât you call one of your demon buddies to bring you back?â
âDemon buddies?â He laughed coldly. âWe arenât exactly buddy-buddy down there.â
âThen why do you wanna go back so bad?â
âThis materialized human form of mine will not last me very long,â he replied gravely, though you werenât quite convinced the horns and red eyes were doing him any favors. âNormally, I could be up here for as long as I want, but my powers are weak right now. I will eventually perish like this, unlessâŠâ
âUnless?â
âUnless I kill an angel.â
After your morbid conversation with Jeonghan, you decided you would deal with the issue after your midterm. The demon insisted that he would not be able to leave your side since you summoned him, so that led to him sleeping on your floor. To your horror, he was pleasantly satisfied with this sleeping arrangement, claiming it was âbetter than being boiled alive in oil.â
His bedroom in Hell didnât sound very cozy.
The next morning, you woke to an email notification that your midterm had been canceled. Something about your professor falling sick out of nowhere.
You wanted to rejoice, but you couldnât help but feel that this was because of Jeonghan. This was probably the whole âguardian demonâ thing, but he was causing chaos and disorder to get you what you wanted. It left an uneasy feeling, but, regardless, you were satisfied with not taking an exam.
Anyway, why was Jeonghan, self-proclaimed prince of demons, assigned to be your guardian? When you turned in your bed to see him sitting at your desk and staring at your textbook, you asked him the question that was bugging you.
He scoffed and replied, âI donât know. Luck?â
You narrowed your eyes. âIs it really lucky that a demon prince was assigned to me? Sounds a little unnerving.â
âThat just means you have a powerful demon on your side.â He smirked and leaned in to ask, âWere you happy to see your midterm canceled this morning?â
âSo it was you!â you exclaimed. âLook, I appreciate it and everything, but you canât just make people sick to help me out.â
âI canât?â He looked surprisingly innocent when you reprimanded him, like a seven-year-old being told not to color on the walls. âI didnât even murder him or anything.â
âThatâthatâs also pretty bad,â you stammered. âLetâs not do any of that, okay?â
âBut thatâs no fun.â
âThis isnât about having fun! These are peopleâs lives. How would you feel if I harmed one of the other demon princes for fun?â
âThatâs hot. Iâd probably cum in my pants.â
âOkay, maybe that was a bad example,â you grumbled. âIs there anyone you care about down there?â
âNot down there, not up here,â he replied. âIâm a demon, remember? Thereâs no one who cares for me, so I donât care for anyone either.â
âWow,â you said. âYou could be the poster boy for 2012 Tumblr angst.â
âIâll pretend I understood that, human.â
There was something bothering you, though. Jeonghanâs words last night about killing an angel were parroting in your head. You couldnât shake off the guilt that he could potentially die on Earth because of you, but it felt immoral to kill an angel to return to his prison in Hell. On the other hand, you couldnât bear to see him perish because of you.
âHow long do you have?â you asked. âYou know⊠to live.â
âHm⊠Iâd say about 718 years?â
âOh, what the fuck? Youâre chilling.â
âIn Hell time.â
You frowned. âHow long is that in Earth years?â
Jeonghanâs gaze flew to the ceiling as he tried to calculate the math in his head, using his fingers to count off. âThatâs about half an Earth year, so, like, six months.â
âOh no,â you replied in absolute dread, âand youâre still planning on killing an angel?â
âIf thatâs the only way to save meâyes.â
âWell, how do you even find one?â
âI can sense their presence,â he said before standing up. âCome on, human. Youâll have to show me around your world so that I can remember the mortal way of life.â
âI guess, but firstââyou stopped him by raising your handââyouâll have to get rid of those horns.â
Once Jeonghan concealed his horns and changed his eyes to a more socially acceptable color, you gave him the green light to go outside. He looked good like this, but he was attracting too much attention. The demon simply had too big of an ego to tone down the attractiveness, so you were stuck walking around with a chick magnet.
âYouâre a demon,â you whispered harshly. âYouâre telling me you donât have any ugly forms?â
Jeonghan sighed. âThat is the unfortunate curse of a demon. We canât help that our beauty is so blinding.â
You wanted to punch him. The boiling oil prison bed wasnât a curse, but this was?
âWell, people are staring, and itâs making me uncomfortable. Iâve never been the center of attentionâor, well, around the center of attention.â
âThen would you like me to gouge out their eyeballs with a dagger?â
âNo!â you yelled. âNo, there will be no gouging of eyeballs!â
You started going off on your Murder Is Normally Socially Unacceptable And Wrong tangent up until you realized that Jeonghan was no longer next to you. Fear shot up your spine right before you spotted him standing in front of an Olive Garden that you two had walked past earlier.
âJeonghan, what are you doing?â you asked, frowning. âLetâs keep walking.â
âHuman,â he said, clearly ignoring your words, âtake me into this restaurant.â
âYouâre hungry?â When he nodded, you sighed and complied, saying, âAlright, then, Iâll pay.â
You were worried that the demon wouldnât behave properly, but, to your surprise, he stood to the side and let you do the talking. You found his shy smile strangely endearing, especially when he tilted his head after the waitress asked if you two were a couple.
âYes,â he answered before you could shut it down. âWeâve come in a pair.â
You forced a laugh, glancing at the waitress to make sure she didnât think you two were absolute nutjobs. Well, you supposed it had no effect on you if your psychotic demon was perceived as one, but you were 100% normal across the board. Thankfully, the waitress laughed it off and asked if either of you wanted anything to drink.
You smiled. âJust water, please.â
âDo you have any blood?â Jeonghan asked at the same time.
Your head shot up to see his furrowed brows as he tried to decipher the Italian dishes on the menu. At this point, you were mortified and could positively say that you were not taking Jeonghan outside after this. Youâd rather be stuck in his boiling oil prison than be put through this torment.
âB-Bloody Mary?â the waitress asked.
âOh, is this Mary providing the blood? I donât really care to know who exactly she is, but I appreciate theââ
âYeah, he meant a Bloody Mary,â you cut in loudly, putting on a sugary sweet smile for her. You turned to the demon with a warning look in your eyes, but you kept up the playful act as you chided, âJeonghan! I told you to quit with the pranks here!â
âOh, you two are so funny,â the waitress gushed. âIâll be right back with your drinks.â
âThank you!â you chirped. When she was out of sight, you dropped your fake smile so you could kick the living crap out of the demonâs shin. He winced and raised a brow at you. âWhat made you think you could ask for blood at a restaurant?â
Jeonghan scoffed. âIâm a demon.â
âOh, really? I wouldnât have guessed from the hundred times youâve mentioned it.â
âI canât eat this food.â Jeonghan put the menu down and ran his fingers down the list of options. âWell, I suppose I could stomach it for sustenance, but it wonât satisfy my hunger.â
âThen what do you need to eat?â you asked, expecting to hear something morbid.
âWell, human blood or flesh would help,â he said. Just as you thoughtâmorbid. Then, after a moment of thought, he added, âor⊠Iâd need to have sex.â
âS-sex?!â you exclaimed. You tried not to choke on air, which failed about five seconds later. Never in your life did you expect hellbound demons to be so lecherous. Well, it made perfect sense, but it was still odd to think about. âYouâre telling me the only way you can be fed is by cannibalism or sex?â
âCannibalism is a strong word.â
âCannibalism is the only word for people who eat other people!â
âIâm not a person,â he defended. âIâm a demon. I believe you humans call this âthe food cycle,â am I right?â
You leaned back in your seat to groan into your hands. âI guess weâre just gonna have to find a way to get you back before you get too hungry. How long can you go without food?â
âProbably forever if I was in Hell,â Jeonghan said, âbut I feel really hungry.â
âIs this some ulterior motive to get into my pants?â
Jeonghan barked out a laugh. âHuman, do you know who the Seven Deadly Sins are?â
âSort of? Iâve seen the anime.â
âTheyâre the seven human vices, and Iâm Greed,â he explained. âOther than me, thereâs Lust, Wrath, Envy, Sloth, Gluttony, and Pride. Many say that Pride is the worst of them all, but I am destructive at every level. Greed is what breaks a person down and then brings them to destroy the world around them.â
His voice was pitched deeper when he continued, âGreed is the sin that can never be satisifed.â
âO-okay,â you said carefully, âso why are you telling me this?â
âIâm telling you this because youâre pretty naive for someone who summoned a demon as powerful as I am,â he replied calmly. âIâm Greed, so of course that was an ulterior motive to get into your pants.â
Oh.
Awkward.
You werenât sure if you were blushing because Jeonghan was hot or because no man had ever been so direct with you. For what it was worth, you were positive that the warm feeling in your chest wasnât because you were flattered or anything. Being asked for sex in the middle of a restaurant wasnât hot in the slightest bit, and especially after he proceeded to mansplain how he was a manipulative, conniving bastard.
âDonât feel pressured,â he said.
Although those were the words that came out of his mouth, you could feel the impatience seeping from him. However, it had you thinking that this could become some sort of transaction. You would surely feel used if you let him get what he wanted so easily, but you would definitely be swayed if there was something in it for you. Plus, Jeonghan was unmistakably attractive, which was probably simply the devilâs temptation getting to you.
âIf I let you satisfy your hunger⊠um, sexually,â you started, âthen I want something in return.â
A mischievous glint flashed in his dark eyes. âOh? Youâre making things fun, human.â
You felt something hot roiling deep inside your core, making you nearly lose your breath for a moment. The effect he had on you was otherworldly. (You supposed this checked out considering he himself was otherworldly.)
Before you could lay down your guidelines, a voice called from behind, âSorry, your previous waitress had something come up, so Iâll be taking your orders for your meal. My nameâsâwhoa, Y/N?â
Your eyes widened. âSeokmin! Oh my god, you work here?â
âYeah, I do,â he said, laughing lightly at your surprise. âIs this your, uh, boyfriend?â
You met Jeonghanâs stare with an awkward smile. âN-no, weâre just friends.â
Seokmin beamed at the demon, who, to your dismay, made no effort to reciprocate. âNice to meet you. I was in one of Y/Nâs classes last semester. Where are you from?â
Jeonghan reached out to shake the hand that Seokmin held out. You knew he was blunt, but you really didnât expect him to respond by saying, âHell.â
You were stabbing metaphysical pitchforks into Jeonghanâs side, fighting the urge to groan into your hands. Seokmin let out a stilted laugh, pausing for a moment to give Jeonghan time to clarify. When the demon didn't, however, Seokmin probably determined that Jeonghan was messing with him.
âYouâre funny,â he praised with a grin. âAnyway, can I get you two started on anything?â
Seokmin had the brightest smile you had ever seen. In fact, he seemed to glow brighter just by showing his teeth. You were almost blown away for a moment, just looking up at him and trying not to stumble over your words as he set your drinks down.
âUm,â you started after regaining your composure, âIâll take the stuffed ziti fritta, please.â
Seokmin turned to Jeonghan, who nodded in your direction with a distracted look on his face. âYeah, Iâll get the same.â
âGreat! Iâll bring those over soon.â With that, Seokmin took both of your menus and walked off.
You smiled to yourself. âWhat a small world.â
âI have to kill him,â Jeonghan muttered at the same time.
âExcuse me?â you nearly cried. âJeonghan, are you crazy? You canât just say things like that in public!â
âWhy not?â
âPeople are gonna think youâre a homicidal maniac! Which you are, but⊠at least pretend to be normal.â
âWhatever, weâre alone now.â He rolled his eyes. âYour little friend has angel blood in him.â
âWhat? Youâre crazy.â
But then, when you took a moment to consider his words, the lines were starting to draw themselves. It was starting to make sense in your head, with Jeonghan randomly stopping in the middle of the street, as if he was drawn to the restaurant. There was also Seokmin, who almost had an aura of light radiating from him.
Of course, there was the possibility that the demon was speaking nonsense and trying to get in your head. It wouldnât be out of the ordinary for him to deceive you, but there was no reason for him to lie. Jeonghan needed an angel to live longer, so he wouldnât waste his time dealing with those who werenât of use.
You asked, âHow can you tell if heâs an angel or not?â
âIâm a demon. I can sense these things,â he answered, âbut Iâm sure you can see some of it, too. You saw how he glowed a bit? Maybe even made you feel a little happy out of nowhere?â
It was true that Seokminâs smile made you forget all of your worries for a second. You thought his radiance was just contagious, but this sort of made sense now that you were semi-familiar with the supernatural. If angels were able to make people feel contented, though, did that mean demons had the opposite effect?
That could probably explain why Jeonghan got on your nerves so easily.
You leaned over the table a little, whispering, âWouldnât he know what you are, then?â
âDoubt he knows it himself. Heâs a Quartarionâquarter angel. I bet he doesnât even know he has wings.â
âSo⊠you canât use him, right? You need an angel, and heâs mostly human.â
âNo, I could kill him, actually,â he replied. âI just need to kill an angel-blood. In fact, killing a Quartarion instead of a pure-blood would make my job a lot easier.â
You felt trapped. It wasnât like you were in any position to argue about Jeonghanâs decisions, considering it was your fault he was in this state. However, you felt sick to your stomach over getting blood on your hands because of him. Even if you werenât the one killing Seokmin, it was indirectly your fault.
âYou are not killing him,â you said firmly.
âWhat?â Jeonghan almost sounded like a child. âNot even a little?â
âYou canât kill someone a little.â
âWell, maybe if I sliced hisââ
âOkay! Be normal, be normal, be normal,â you chanted, trying to get him to hone in some morals. âNo murder, no cannibalism, noââ
âTwo stuffed ziti frittas!â Seokmin chirped, shutting you up effectively. You swallowed thickly as he set the plates down in front of you and Jeonghan. âCan I get you two anything else?â
âYeah, actually,â Jeonghan spoke up, a sly grin spreading across his face, âare you free this week?â
Poor, poor Seokmin, you thought miserably.
Jeonghan managed to sweet-talk Seokmin into hanging out with you two later in the week. The very idea was absurd, considering you and Seokmin have only spoken about five times. You thought the demon used some sort of demon power to get Seokmin to comply, but Jeonghan later told you that he was just naturally charismatic.
You decided to deal with the Seokmin issue later, though. Now, you had another problem at hand: the proposal you initiated earlier.
Currently, Jeonghan had you pinned up against your door, his head dipping low so that he could look into your eyes despite your efforts to avert your gaze. Jesus, you knew this was a terrible idea, but every nerve in your body was telling you to just go with it.
He hummed. âWhat was your offer?â
âThis isnât very guardian demon of you,â you squeaked out.
âI just canât kill you,â he said. âSex is still on the table.â
This piqued your interest. âWait⊠youâre not allowed to kill me?â
That just made you feel like he wouldâve murdered you already if he had the chance.
âI could try, but I physically canât harm you. I can harm others for you, though,â he said. âNow letâs go back to that offer you were going to make.â
âLet me clarify,â he continued, âitâs not the act of intercourse that feeds me, itâs your taste.â
He was basically saying that he needed to eat you out. You would be lying if you said you were opposed to the idea. You werenât sure if it was the whole devilâs temptation thing or whatever, but you found yourself wanting to just let Jeonghan have his way with you.
You sucked in a sharp breath. Back at the restaurant, you werenât ready to lay down any guidelines for the exchange. However, it was clear to you now.
âIâll agree as long as you donât kill Seokmin.â
The demon pulled away from you, frowning. âWhy canât I kill him?â
âHeâs my⊠friend,â you tried.
âHe appears to share a deeper connection with me, a complete stranger, than he does with you, an established acquaintance.â
Okay, ouch. That stung.
âOkay, heâs not really my friend,â you admitted, âbut itâll make me feel really guilty if you kill him. I know you need to kill an angel-blood to get back, but there has to be another way, right?â
Jeonghanâs voice was pitched lower when he said, âI donât know about that.â Silence hung heavy in the air for a few moments before he spoke up again, âFine. Iâll accept your offer. I wonât kill Seokmin for now, but I canât promise that in the future if Iâm left with no other choice.â
That was probably the best you were going to get out of him, so you nodded in agreement. âDeal.â
Before the demon could reply, you shimmied down your shorts, kicking them off your ankles, and then you sat back on your bed. You pressed your thighs together, waiting for him to come forward and take the lead.
Jeonghan just stared at you, jaw gone slack.
âWhat?â you asked with a frown. Slowly, embarrassment started to heat up your cheeks. âYou donât wanna do it anymore?â
âHuman, I feel a bit strange doing this with the stuffed animals lined up on your bed.â
âI just had to convince you not to murder my classmate a minute ago, and you draw the line at this?â You sighed in exasperation. âYouâre unbelievable, you know that?â
Jeonghan just moved closer until he was right in front of you. He pushed your legs apart, surprisingly gentle, and he reached his hand between your legs so that he could prod at the thin material of your underwear at the apex of your legs. You shivered instantly at his touch, grabbing his sleeve when you felt your core ache for more.
âI donât know,â he murmured, observing how wet you were getting with his gentle touches. âYou seem to enjoy bickering with me a little too much, human.â
âT-thatâs ridiculous.â
âIs it?â The question sounded genuine, but the smirk on Jeonghanâs face was unmistakable. You swallowed hard as his free hand traveled up your thigh slowly, inching further and further until he tugged your underwear down past your thighs. You kicked it off your ankles while he started to position you properly on your bed. âWhatâs ridiculous is having these adorable playthings watching us.â
You turned your head to see your Sanrio MyMelody Squishmallow staring at you with its big, empty eyes and mocking smile. It almost felt like you were being judged by your own plushie.
Okay, you were starting to get why it was capable of freaking a demon out.
You propped yourself up on your forearm and rose up enough to grab your Squishmallow by its bow and turn it around. Now that it was facing the wall, you strangely felt more at ease.
âOkay, now you can go,â you said with a grin.
Jeonghan scoffed, amused. âThanks.â
âYouâre welâoh,â you moaned, pressing a fist to your mouth when you felt Jeonghanâs tongue work its way between your folds. âGive me a warning next time, damn.â
He paused for a moment to look up at you, mischief twinkling in his dark eyes. âYouâre already thinking about the next time, huh?â
âJust shut up and keep doing your thing.â When he raised a brow at you, you added a frantic, âPlease?â
This moment may have been the first time Jeonghan had complied so quickly. He got to work right away, gripping your hips and licking a stripe along your cunt. You arched your back once you heard him groan at the taste of your arousal, and the demon had to push you back down to make sure you werenât fidgeting too much.
You turned your head to the side, digging your chin into the mattress as Jeonghanâs tongue rolled around your clit in torturous motions. You were fighting the urge to cry out in pleasure because you knew you would never hear the end of it from him. Eventually, though, the feeling overtook your pride, and you let yourself moan for more.
Jeonghan was insatiable. That probably came with being a demon, especially when he represented the sin of greed.
But, the thing was, you didnât expect him to be so mind-blowingly good.
Your sounds must have spurred him because Jeonghan gripped your thighs harder and ate you out with more fervor. It was a back-arching level of pleasure, but he forced you down every time you tried to squirm. When his tongue snaked past your folds, flicking against the walls of your cunt, you truly understood the sheer power of temptation.
Jeonghan didnât neglect one inch of your core, flattening his tongue so he could cover the surface completely. He switched from plunging his tongue into your cunt to licking long stripes along your slit so quickly that your vision was starting to curl at the edges. You felt like you were going crazy when you grinded your hips against his tongue and felt his smirk.
No man had ever made you feel this goodâno, you were positive that no man could ever make you feel this good. Even Jeonghanâs nose brushing against your clit made you feel like you were combusting.
He brought you to the edge so quickly, and you wondered if you had even made yourself orgasm so fast before. The sensation left your legs shaking around his neck and your head turned to the side in a desperate attempt to hold back your moans. You managed to let out strangled whimpers that left Jeonghan chuckling once he pulled away.
You didnât know what you were expecting, but you felt a touch disappointed when you looked up at him. There was absolutely no hint of a boner tenting his pants.
âIâd ask,â Jeonghan started with a smirk, âbut I can already tell you liked it by the way you were moaning for me.â
You raised yourself onto your elbows, huffing a little. âWhat about you? Are your powers back now?â
âIt doesnât exactly work like that.â Jeonghan patted his stomach, satisfied. âIâm full, though.â
âInteresting.â You left it there, not wanting to divulge further into his demon diet. âSo, you donât ever have sex for pleasure? Just when youâre hungry?â
âI donât care for pleasure all that much.â
âFigured,â you mumbled. âAnyway, Iâm going to sleep.â
âAlready?â
âYeah, Iâm tired. Wake me up in a few hours if Iâm not already up.â
âSure. Iâll go do human things and not kill people.â
âKeep up the good work.â
When Jeonghan left your room, you pulled the covers up to your chin and let out a long sigh. The feeling was fleeting, but long enough for you to take notice. A gentle quickening of your heartbeat and a warm feeling in your chest.
You pushed it down as a brief moment of confusion.
Living with Jeonghan felt like having a guard dog that you kept off its leash.
Not only did you have to stop him from attempting murder on several occasions, but, on the flip side, you also had to warn him about being too nice to make up for his twisted imagination. Jeonghan was far too attractive to be human, and from the numerous times you went outside with him, you realized that he drew too much attention. You were left standing to the side idly while he was chatted up by the umpteenth random girl that wanted his number.
Over the past week, you ended up explaining a lot of things to the demon. Going into depth about the criminal justice system was your favorite because Jeonghan looked flabbergasted by the levels of punishment they had.
(âA six month sentence for theft?â he asked with a frown. âThatâs absurd. I got eternity in Hell while being boiled alive in oil!â
âWell, what was your crime?â you asked.
âUhâŠâ)
Once, you even found him staring at the TV screen with a somber expression on his face. You had never seen Jeonghan so visibly upset, so you asked him what was going on, only to be even more confused when he explained that his pet died. You suspected the demonâs pet to be a hellhound or something. Never did you expect him to pull up a picture of Mount Fuji.
(âHis name was Doljjong,â he explained sadly. âHe was only 1,359 years old when he erupted for the last time.â
Apparently, Mount Fuji was now extinct. In Jeonghanâs crazy demon lingo, that meant it died.
âYou basically had a pet rock, dude.â
âHe was more than a rock in my heart.â)
You also had to adjust to living with another man in the house. Thankfully, Jeonghan wasnât messy or as disgusting as you had expected, but you still had to adjust to some of his living habits that took you by surprise.
For one, Jeonghan preferred showering in scorching hot water. This would not bother you if you hadnât been dragged into the shower with him on one occasion, which he didnât seem to think was improper at all. While you were trying not to look at his (beautifully-chiseled) naked body, he was urging you to help him turn down the cold water. As soon as your skin made contact with the water, though, you couldnât stand the scalding heat.
Strangely enough, although the thought of having a demon in your house terrified you, it was kind of fun to live with him. You liked having someone around that could keep up with your antics, someone who challenged your thirst for argument. Jeonghan was the perfect match for you, and maybe that was why he was your assigned demon.
You finally decided to give him your old phone. It was supposed to be a hand-me-down for your younger brother, but your parents ended up getting him a new one. Since Jeonghan was pretty much ancient, you figured he wouldnât mind an old phone.
âI want an iPhone 14 Pro Max.â
âWhat?!â you exclaimed as he took the used iPhone 8 from you, inspecting the home button with a frown. âHow do you even know what that is?â
âI wasnât born yesterday, human.â He scoffed. âI donât care for outdated possessions.â
Oh, right. Greed.
âWell, if youâre gonna live in my house, then youâre gonna learn to be grateful for what youâve got.â
âWait.â Jeonghan paused, looking between you and the phone about three times before he asked, âCan I contact Seokmin with this?â
âUh, yeah, butââ
âGive me his number,â the demon insisted.
âJeonghan! You said you werenât going to kill him!â
âI never said I was going to kill him,â he said, âbut I did invite him to hang out, so I should follow up on the offer. Didnât you tell me that keeping promises is important?â
Ah, right. He was using one of the rules from Y/Nâs Guide To Being Human against you. You saw this coming, though; you were no stranger to Jeonghanâs manipulation tactics by now.
âKeeping promises are important, but leading someone on is also wrong,â you chided. âDo not text him if you plan on hurting him in any way.â
He let out a petulant whine before agreeing, âOkay, okay, I wonât.â He thrusted the phone in your direction. âGive me his number, though.â
You bit your lip before you complied. âFine.â
A few days later, when you had just gotten back from getting lunch with your best friend, Park Sooyoung, you entered your apartment to see Seokmin sitting on the couch.
âOh!â you exclaimed. You were so startled that you couldnât even process how furious you were with Jeonghan for inviting him without informing you. âHey, Seokmin. Whatâre you doing here?â
The older boy flashed a kind smile. âSorry to intrude. Jeonghan invited me. I think heâs in the bathroom right now.â He pointed in the direction of where Jeonghan went, and then he said, âI had no idea you two were roommates!â
You recalled last week when you asked Jeonghan if demons had to use the bathroom like humans did. For some reason, you couldnât imagine it at all. The demon answered that he didnât have to do such things in his own dimension, but his body was subjected to the same biological system as humans on Earth.
âAh, yes. Roommates.â You forced a laugh, trying to not sound bitter. So that was the narrative Jeonghan cooked up. Honestly, you were just glad he said something normal. âHe didnât tell me you were coming over.â
âAh, speak of the devil,â Seokmin said.
Meanwhile, it was just Jeonghan. Well, on second thought, he was kind of right.
âWhatâre you doing at home?â the demon asked, sounding more accusatory than welcoming. âI thought you were getting lunch with your friend.â
âAnd we finished lunch,â you answered. âWhatâre you and Seokmin doing?â
âWe were gonna watch a movie,â he said. âThe Notebook, I think?â
Your anger fizzled. Now, you felt like you were interrupting something.
âDo you wanna watch it with us, Y/N?â Seokmin asked, voice all sugary and light.
You found it way too hard to refuse him, so you sat down on the couch next to Jeonghan. Every time Seokmin spoke, you felt your nerves ease up. However, coupled with Jeonghanâs presence, you were undergoing a never-ending state of easing and tensing up again.
âBy the way, whyâd you guys pick The Notebook?â you inquired.
âOh, âcause Jeonghan hasnât seen it yet,â Seokmin replied, looking distracted as the film started playing.
Jeonghan hadnât seen a lot of movies. It wasnât like there were limited options to choose from.
Thankfully, the lights were off while the movie played, masking how bored you looked for its duration. You were convinced Jeonghan wasnât enjoying it either considering he started up about ten different conversations unrelated to the movie. Seokmin, being the sweetheart he was, responded to him enthusiastically as he watched. You, on the other hand, were sulking on the other side of the couch and praying for this to be over because you felt like a third wheel.
You almost didnât notice the mood shift when the kissing scene came up. Seokmin seemed to feel a bit awkward, so he laughed and made lighthearted remarks throughout the scene. You had stiffened up and lowered your gaze, remembering once again why this was an odd choice for a movie night.
Jeonghan, though, turned his gaze to you for the duration of the scene. You could feel his eyes drift to your lips, and it made you hyperconscious of every little movement of his. Your heart was pounding so loudly that you were praying no one else could hear it, and the blood rushing in your ears drowned out the audio from the movie.
The demon dipped his head to whisper in your ear, âFrankly, human, Iâm enjoying your reactions more than this movie.â
You had no idea why, but you felt something unsettling in your chest. Your heart felt like it was going a hundred miles a minute, but not in a good way; the organ twisted painfully in your chest.
You had no idea why.
Seokmin came around a few more times over the next four weeks. You found yourself feeling less like a third wheel over time, and you were finally comfortable hanging around the both of them. Movie nights became more common, although The Notebook seemed to be so traumatizing that Seokmin and Jeonghan only watched horror and sci-fi movies now.
You were honestly surprised that Jeonghan hadnât made any moves to kill Seokmin, but you were happy that he honored your agreement. The two of you had gotten closerâor, well, as close as a demon and a human could get. He still called you âhuman,â but you were banking on him calling you by your name at least once. Moreover, Jeonghan wasnât completely convincing just yet, but he was starting to learn how to act like a proper human. (There were the occasional murder threats that you had to fend off, though.)
Jeonghan found himself between your legs nearly every other day. You feared that you would get too comfortable, but he still made you orgasm every single time. It was strange, to say the least. You knew demons werenât capable of feeling anything remotely romantic, but your heart was still acting like a fool, twisting painfully whenever he pulled away.
Today, Jeonghan had followed you to the library. He met your friend, Sooyoung, who kept gushing earlier about how she was dying to meet your new âfriend.â The rest of the day went smoothly, save for Sooyoung asking you and Jeonghan if youâve ever made out. (You shut her up with a smack upside her head.)
Back at home, Jeonghan, who was sitting on the floor with his back against the couch, leaned his head back to look up at you. You found it strangely endearing, resisting the urge to run your hands through his soft hair.
âDid I do good today?â he asked.
âYeah,â you said, âyou were like a proper humanâno weird demonic antics or anything.â
Jeonghan lifted his head up again, and then asked in a quiet voice, âHuman, could I perhaps try something?â
The demon was asking you for permission? Strange, but you went along with it.
âHm? What is it?â
âLet me try kissing you,â he said. His words were so clear that you couldnât even pass them off as something you misheard. You only managed to let out a few incoherent stammers before he added, âMove your laptop. Iâm getting on top of you.â
âY-you didnât even ask me!â you stuttered, although you were putting your stuff to the side as you spoke. âIs this about what Sooyoung asked? About if weâve made out?â
âIâm asking you right now: yes or no?â
You frowned. It was as if all your nerves were cut wire, electrifying every limb in your body. Even though you couldnât comprehend what came over Jeonghan and what possessed him to ask, your brain was screaming at you to just accept his offer.
âFine, go ahead,â you murmured, feeling your face go hot when he smirked right after.
âGood,â he said. âThank you for being my experiment.â
You couldnât ask any further questions because Jeonghan already started moving on top of you, straddling your lap and placing his hands firmly on either side of your face. You stared up at him, wide-eyed, until he leaned down and brushed his nose against yours experimentally.
He was so close. So close that you could feel his hot breath fanning your lips. So close that you could see the gold flecks in his dark eyes.
You shuddered. There was that twist of your heart once again.
You swore you could hear his breath hitch, and you almost called it out before a crevice started opening up in the center of your living room.
âWhat the fuck?â you shrieked, scrambling back against the arm of the couch and holding up one of the throw pillows to defend yourself. Jeonghan had gotten off of you and stood up, eyebrows knitted into a frown. It looked like he knew what was going on, so you asked, âWhat is it, Jeonghan?â
It was the same void of darkness from beforeâthe same one that Jeonghan came from. The room was freezing this time, too, and the windows had iced over. You swallowed hard, wondering if this was one of your mistakes again. You hadnât said or done anything this time, though, so it must have been someone here for Jeonghan.
From the wisps of smoke emerged the most beautiful man you had ever seen. Or, well, second after Jeonghan.
âMammon, you bastard.â Second-Most Beautiful Man scowled. âIf this is one of your conniving plots to escape Hell, then you will face punishment worse than being boiled alive for damnation.â
You looked to your right to see Jeonghan with his arms folded across his chest. Smiling.
âAsmodeus,â your demon greeted with coldness in his tone, âyou planted that scrap of paper in my humanâs book, didnât you?â
Asmodeusâ glower slowly morphed into a wicked grin. âYou donât leave any room for entertainment, do you? I came here to drag you back, anyway, so donât be so bitter.â His red, beady eyes shifted to you. âThis must be your precious human.â
Jeonghanâs voice was deeper when he warned, âDonât you dare lay a finger on her, Asmodeus.â
âOr what?â he mocked. âWhat could you possibly do to me in that pathetic human body of yours? Have you gone soft already? Your powers have weakened, Mammon. Face it. Youâll die out hereâno, youâre already dying.â
âWhat do you want?â Jeonghan snapped. âIf you want me dead, then you have no need to be here.â
âI need you alive,â Asmodeus muttered, âin your true form.â
He scoffed. âIâll just die and be reborn.â
Reborn? You straightened up at Jeonghanâs words. Why didnât he tell you he would be reborn? Here you were, like an idiot, worrying over his possible death.
âThe other five princes are requesting to see you, soââ
âOh, why should I give a damn about the other princes?â Jeognhan fussed. âThey only care about using me for their trivial schemes!â
âJeonghan,â you spoke up loudly, and both of the demon princes turned to you with shocked looks on their faces. âIf Iâm interpreting this correctly⊠then arenât you being offered an easy way to get back? You should take it, right?â
âHumanââ
âOh, I forgot you go by your human name here,â Asmodeus said with a chuckle. He walked toward you and reached his hand out, smiling so wide that his eyes crinkled at the corners. âNice to meet you, Y/N. You can call me Joshua, if thatâs easier. Iâm the demon prince of lust.â
âHow do you know my name?â you asked, cautiously shaking his hand. You looked toward Jeonghan with a scowl. âWait, how does he know my name and you didnât?â
âMy bad.â
âYouâve truly gone soft, Mammon,â Asmodeus observed. âYouâre on Earth entertaining a human girl instead of doing your job back in Hell. Arenât you the one who told the rest of us to be happy with what weâve got in Hell?â
âMy job,â Jeonghan corrected, âis rotting in Hell. My other job is taking care of my human.â
âYour allegiance is with the princes, Mammon,â Joshua hissed. âThis human is insignificantââ
âDo not speak about my human with that filthy mouth of yours, Asmodeus,â Jeonghan interrupted sharply, his eyes darkening. âTell me what you want from me and leave this place at once.â
âPythius wants a seat with the Seven Princes.â
Jeonghan raised a brow. âHe wants to rebrand to the Eight Princes? Doesnât have as nice of a ring to it.â
âNo, you idiot.â Joshua groaned. âHe wants to overthrow one of the Seven Princes, which is why you need to come back. Greed must have a seat at the throne room of sins.â
âTell him to go ahead. He can be boiled alive in my place.â
âYouâre still on that? That was eons ago.â Joshua sighed. âDonât be a fool, Mammon. If you die on Earthâsure, youâll be reborn in Hell again, but you will still waste your time by dying on this planet.â He continued, âThink about how disastrous the situation would be if Pythius actually takes your place. You will be stripped of your title, your powers will weaken, and greed will no longer be one of the Seven Deadly Sins.â
âDoesnât sound too bad, honestly.â
âMammon,â Joshua growled. âTake this seriously. Youâre acting like Belphegor with that flippant attitude of yours.â
âAh, Belphegor.â Jeonghan turned to you with a light laugh. âI think youâd like him. He goes by Wonwoo here. Seriously, such aââ
âI will slice up each limb of that mortal body of yours, Mammon,â Joshua warned. âYouâre not understanding the severity of this situation.â
âI understand it well enough now,â he replied. âSo, you can leave. Iâll figure out what to do on my own. Either way, Mammon will be reborn as usual. Happy? Good, now get lost.â
Joshua sighed, frustrated. âDo you even have a way to get back, you fool?â
âIâll figure it out.â
âThen Iâll be on my way,â Joshua said before his body started to tessellate out of existence, vanishing piece-by-piece into thin air. âI really hope you know what youâre doing, Mammon.â
You were the first to break the silence once the demon of lust disappeared, asking, âYouâll be reborn? So you never even had to worry about dying?â
âDemons can be killed, but they canât die.â
âOh, yeah, thanks. Really cleared things up for me with that.â
âLetâs just drop it.â
You couldnât just drop it, though. âYou werenât actually imprisoned in Hell, were you?â
âI was. Sort of.â He paused. âHavenât been for a while, to be honest.â
âThen why didnât you go with Joshua? It doesnât sound like he wants you back to throw you back in the lake.â
âI donât want to be a pawn in their silly games anymore,â Jeonghan muttered darkly. âItâs infuriating.â
âThen what are you gonna do? That was the easiest way for you to get back!â
âI have time, human.â Jeonghan didnât seem to want to be pressed further, so you backed off. âDonât worry about me.â
He walked into your room and slammed the door shut, so you settled back into the couch and hugged the throw pillow to your chest. How could you not worry? You couldnât understand Jeonghan at all, and although you wanted to respect his decision not to go back with Joshua, you were at a crossroads; staying here was killing him. He had far too much pride to think rationally.
Plus, the longer he stayed with you, the more it stung when you realized time was running out. Fast.
The next day, Jeonghan appeared as if he was back to normal. It was odd, though, given how he was brooding yesterday. You made a conscious effort not to mention Joshua, but you knew the topic was still weighing heavy on his shoulders.
(He was insatiable once you were awake and sitting up in bed, prying your legs open and begging you for a taste. Although you had several questions for the demon, your carnal desire overtook whatever curiosity you had.
âFeeling better?â you asked cautiously.
âIâll feel better soon. Anyway, good morning,â he purred. âYouâre dripping already, human. I havenât even touched you yet.â
Your chest felt hot. âYeah, yeah, just get to it.â
âMy pleasure.â)
âHey,â you called out later during breakfast. âIâm going out with Sooyoung tonight. Are you gonna be okay being alone at home?â
âWhere are you going?â he asked instead.
You paused between your spoonfuls of cereal. âUh, just a party.â
âI love parties,â Jeonghan said. âWill there be human sacrifices?â
You grimaced. Although your guardian demon was making impressive improvements on his transition to human life, there were still some flaws in his way of thinking. On the bright side, though, he made sure to pass his morbid comments by you before he tried them out in front of others.
âNo, itâs a college party,â you replied. âThe most deadly thing there will be alcohol and Old Spice.â
âBoring,â he mused before getting up from his seat and heading to the living room. âWell, be safe.â
You nearly choked on your cereal, completely forgetting to respond to his words. Did JeonghanâMammon, manifestation of greed, one of the Seven Princes of Hellâjust tell you to be safe? You had to be hearing things.
Or, your heart offered, maybe some part of him cares about youâdeep, deep down.
You pushed down the thought entirely, forcing yourself to think of other alternatives. After all, there was no possible way for a demon to feel those sorts of emotions.
It was almost midnight and Sooyoung was passed out on the couch.
âYouâre fucking kidding me,â you said in dismay. âWe literally just got here.â
âThatâs tough,â Kim Mingyu, president of Sigma Omega Nu, replied sympathetically. âAt least her boyfriendâs here to take care of her. That means you need to drink more and get on her level.â
âThat sounds like a terrible idea.â
âHey, thatâs what college is for.â
You whined when Mingyu handed you a new cup of jungle juice. Normally, you didnât accept drinks from strangers; Mingyu was harmless, though, and you two were well-established friends for a few years now. However, you were on your third cup of juice by now, and, if you kept it up, you were probably going to end up like Sooyoung. Since she was the one who drove you two here, though, you had to stay sober enough to find a ride home. No matter what happened, you were determined to not fall asleep on the musty frat house couch.
(It already happened once last year. You woke up the next morning to Kwon Soonyoung yelling, âSomeone take a picture of Y/N sleeping on the couch I got laid on!â)
âI canât get drunk,â you insisted. âI have to get home.â To make sure my pet demon is behaving, you wanted to add.
Mingyu let out a snicker. âCall someone to pick you up or I can ask one of the sober monitors to drop you off.â
You pondered for a moment. Technically, you could call Jeonghan. Now that he had gotten the hang of using his phone, you saw him texting Seokmin every once in a while. You were sure he would be able to pick up a call, as well.
âFine, whatever. Hand it over.â You took the red solo cup from him and downed its contentsâjust under ten seconds, counted by Mingyu himself. âIâm gonna go call my friend before this starts hitting me.â
You walked out into the backyard where the music wasnât as loud. The cool air hitting your flushed skin made you feel like you could breathe properly again, but you still werenât walking nearly straight enough. With careful hands, you searched up Jeonghanâs number in your contacts.
Your phone rang three times before he picked up.
âHuman? Are you dead?â
You frowned. âIf I was dead, how would I be calling you?â
âI was hoping I could keep your soul around as my pet in Hell,â he said.
You must have had some sort of degradation kink by this point because that comment was not supposed to make you feel butterflies in your stomach. It was time for you to consider therapy.
You cut straight to the point. âCan you come to the party?â
âWhat? No.â
His refusal normally wouldâve stung, but you were too tipsy to back down now. âPlease? Sooyoung already passed out and her boyfriendâs taking care of her. Iâm getting drunk all by myself now.â
Sort of an exaggeration. You were going to use every card up your sleeve.
âThen walk home.â
âI canât. Homeâs too far to walk.â
âThen sleep over at whoeverâs house youâre at.â
âItâs a house full of frat boys. Their living conditions are probably worse than yours down in Hell.â
âThen sober up.â
âArenât you supposed to be my guardian demon?!â
âIf you want an angel to come rescue you, I would try Seokminâs number.â
You let out a groan and crouched down, letting your head hang between your knees. This was fruitless; Jeonghan was stubborn as a mule, and you were getting nowhere with this conversation.
But this wasnât just about getting someone to take you home. You certainly had other options, so you could hang up on Jeonghan right now and find someone else to drive you back. However, you just didnât want to admit out loud that you wanted to see Jeonghan. You wanted him to come over and take care of you, even though that was impossible for the demon.
You were just foolish.
âFine, Jeonghan,â you snapped. Your head started to feel fuzzy, and you were quickly losing control over your own tongue. âIâll get home all by myself. Iâll walk home in the cold, dark night, and hell, Iâll even walk on the road if I feel like it. Maybe Iâll lay down and take a nap if I get really tired, and if I canât even make it to the door, Iâll just sleep in Mingyuâs bedââ You didnât realize you were pacing until you hit a solid surface. âOwâwait, what the hell?â
Jeonghan, in the flesh, sighed heavily and hung up the call in front of you. âHuman, youâre really such a pain in the ass sometimes.â
âH-howâd you get here?â you asked, your cheeks starting to feel hot. âDid you teleport or whatever again? Didnât you say that eats up your power? Are youââ
The demon clamped a hand over your mouth. âI materialized here, and yes, it eats up the little power I have left,â he whispered harshly, âbut you wouldnât stop running your mouth, so here I am. How could you get intoxicated so easily?â
âWell⊠Iâve been here for about an hour,â you defended. âIt doesnât take that much for me to get drunk. Iâm pretty lightweight.â
âHow much did you have?â
âLike, three cups of jungle juice.â
âJungle⊠juice?â
You snorted. âThis oneâs got vodka, rum, and fruit punch. Itâs pretty good.â
âThree cups?â Jeonghan asked with a scoff. âI forget that humans have such weak tolerances for alcohol. I can drink eight bottles of wine without getting drunk.â
âOh yeah?â you challenged. You dragged the demon inside the frat house, not giving him the chance to take in and process his surroundings. You poured him a cup of jungle juice in the kitchen and handed it to him. âDrink up, then.â
Jeonghan raised a brow at you before chugging down the liquid like water. He handed it back to you with a light smirk playing on his lips.
âAre you sure thereâs even alcohol in this concoction?â he asked, barking out a laugh. âHuman, youâre too cute. This is nothing for a powerful demon likeâŠâ he trailed off, looking down at his feet and letting out a soft exhale. âMy chest feels hot.â
Your hand flew up to cover your mouth, stopping yourself from bursting out into laughter. This sight was absolutely priceless. You didnât think you would ever be able to see Jeonghan so vulnerable.
âAre you drunk off one cup of jungle juice?â you asked, and, at this point, you werenât able to stifle your laughter. âOh my god!â
âShut up, human,â he grumbled. He blinked a few times and held onto the edge of the counter. âIâve never felt this way before. My body isnât used to having a humanâs biological system.â
âWhoa, this guy is fucked,â Lee Chan retorted, showing up out of nowhere. âHeâs talking like something out of I, Robot.â
You rolled your eyes at his pop culture reference, but Jeonghan didnât seem to follow at all. For all the movies he and Seokmin had been watching, you were surprised that they didnât get around to this one.
âRobot,â Jeonghan mumbled, moving to lean against you. You grabbed his arm and tried to hold him steady, but he just wrapped his arms around you and let his head rest on your shoulder. âI feel like Iâve just been expelled into the Outerverse with Yog-Sothoth. Ah, fuck, those guys owe meâŠâ
You had to get Jeonghan out of here fast. Before he started speaking crazy demon lingo again.
âAre you sober monitoring tonight?â you asked Chan. âYou think you could drive us home?â
âYeah, sure,â Chan agreed with a smile. Gauging that Jeonghan wasnât responsive enough to answer any questions, the frat boy decided to ask you, âDid you bring a friend from another school, Y/N?â
âYeah, I guess you could say that,â you mumbled. âThis is Jeonghan.â
Chan ducked his head to get a good look at Jeonghanâs face. âNice to meet you, Jeonghan.â
âHi, Robot.â
âNo, my nameâs not Robot.â
Jeonghanâs biggest weakness wound up being seatbelts.
You and Chan had to fight him down to get him to sit down properly in the back seat. Since he was fussing too much, you decided to sit with Chan up front, letting Jeonghan moan and grumble incoherently in the back.
(âUnchain me, human,â the demon kept whining. âI refuse to be imprisoned in the mortal realm.â
When he was stopped at a red light, Chan threw a glance over his shoulder before telling you, âI think your friend watches too much anime.â
âHeâs going through a phase,â you lied.)
While you made light conversation with the frat brother, you felt like your guardian demon was glaring daggers at the poor boy. You wanted to smack him upside the head for his rudeness despite Chanâs generous act.
You craned your neck to look back at Jeonghan, shooting him a warning look. He simply scoffed and looked the other way, although he ended up resting his head against the window once he realized his world was still spinning.
âCome on, Jeonghan,â you murmured once Chan parked the car in front of your place. âGet up.â
âDonât wanna.â
You tugged the sleeve of his shirt impatiently. âWhat? Why?â
âNot going back with someone who ignores me.â
Your jaw nearly went slack. Was he jealous? Yoon Jeonghan, Prince of Greed, was jealous over frat boy Lee Chan? Over something so miniscule as you sitting in the passengerâs seat? This was definitely something you were going to hold over the demonâs head for as long as you could.
âIâm not ignoring you, okay?â you tried. âCome back home with me, and youâll have my full attention.â
Jeonghan hesitated before he let out a begrudged grumble. âFine.â
You and Chan hauled the drunken demon to his feet, taking one of his arms and throwing it over your shoulders so that you could help him walk. Chan assisted you by slinging Jeonghanâs other arm over his shoulder, but you still found it hard to walk properly with Jeonghanâs head lolling to the side. His face was so close that you could feel his hot breath against your neck, sending shivers down your spine.
âYou smell so good, human,â he murmured. Jesus, he was saying all this while Chan was still here? You were glad that Jeonghan couldnât tell how flustered you were, but it was probably evident to Chan. âWhat perfume is that?â
âThis guy sure does call you âhumanâ a lot,â Chan observed with a light laugh.
âUh, yeah, inside joke,â you explained quickly. âLetâs just get him to the couch.â
Once you and Chan let Jeonghanâs heavy body drop onto the couch, you walked the frat boy to the door. He stuffed his hands deep in his pockets, a shy smile playing on his lips. He looked at you expectantly, like he was waiting for a tip or something. You were considering handing him the crumpled-up five dollars you left in your back pocket.
âWe should hang out sometime, Y/N,â he started. âI feel like I barely see you around the house anymore.â
âOh, yeah, I havenât been in a partying mood lately,â you explained, âbut Iâll try to drop by more.â
âAlright. Iâll see you around.â
Before you could respond, a voice from behind you loudly interjected, âBye.â With that, Jeonghan slammed the door shut with one hand.
âThat was rude,â you said.
âCan I gut him like a fish?â
âThatâs even more rude. Please donât.â
âWhatever.â
You looked back at Jeonghan, who had one hand against the door that was right beside your head. âWhatâs your deal? He was nice enough to drive you back and help you to the couch.â
âWhy do you keep ignoring me?â he asked, proceeding to ignore you at the same time.
âI-Iâm not ignoring you!â you stammered. âIâm the one who helped you get back to the apartment!â
He had you backed up against the door, looking up at him with worry knitting your brows together. Jeonghan let his head drop to lay on your shoulder, leaving you frozen in place. You figured it was the alcohol rushing to his head, but you couldnât help the fact that your heart was pounding in your chest.
âHuman,â he mumbled against your collarbone, âwhy canât you just stay by my side?â
âHuh? Butââ
âI wanna be human, too.â
The words sounded strange coming from him. Almost like he was at his tipping point. Tender. Raw. Vulnerable. You were absolutely dumbfounded by what you had just heard. With no coherent response coming to mind, all you could do was raise your hand to gently thread through his soft strands of hair.
âLetâs get you to bed,â you replied softly, letting the demon stay in your embrace as you walked him back to your bedroom. He looked up at you quizzically when you sat him down on the edge of your bed. âItâs about time you stopped sleeping on the floor. Iâll take the couch, soââ
You cut yourself off when Jeonghan wrapped his arms around your legs and pressed his lips to your thighs. âStay here with me.â
You stared ahead, straight at the wall, a dull ache throbbing in your chest. âWhat are you doing, Jeonghan?â
âWhat?â
âWhy are you doing this to me?â you asked. âYou only have months left to live. You shouldâve just gone back with Joshua.â
He stiffened. âI didnât want to.â
âYeah, I guess youâll just be reborn, anyway,â you muttered. âYou never had anything to worry about to begin with.â
Jeonghan suddenly pulled away from you, his eyes cold as ice. Since he was always docile around you, there was never any reason for you to feel scared around the demon. However, the look he was giving you left you backing up slowly from him.
âIâd rather stay dead than be reborn,â Jeonghan said, âand I wouldnât feel so agonized about it if I didnât have to meet you.â
Tears pricked your eyes. You felt a lump rising in your throat, and you felt the hot, salty tears hitting your feet before you even realized you had started to cry. It took all of your willpower to keep the waterworks at bay. The demonâs cruel words were never supposed to get under your skin this bad. You held him at armâs length for that very reason.
Maybe, all this time, you had been pulling him closer unintentionally.
âYou think nothing hurts for me just because Iâm a demon,â he continued, âbut it stings every time you try to chase me away.â
âIâm not trying to chase you away.â
âThen why do you keep pushing me to go back to Hell?â he asked. You couldnât exactly read his expression, but it was clear that Jeonghan felt tormented. The pain in his eyes was telling of that. âWhy did you want me to go back with Asmodeus?â
You huffed. âI really donât understand you. You donât want to die and be reborn, but you donât want to go to Hell either? Arenât you going to die if you stay here?â
âYou donât get it.â He shook his head. âI donât want to be reborn because I lose all my memories of the mortal world. I lose all my memories of you.â
âAnd you donât want to go to Hell becauseâŠâ
âThe only reason you summoned me was because of AsmoâI mean, Joshuaâsâneed for pointless entertainment. Surely, with whatâs been going down in Hell ever since I left, they wonât let me leave again until Pythius is quelled. That could take hundreds or thousands of years.â Jeonghan scoffed, shaking his head. âPythius⊠one of the most fearsome and hideous demons. Thereâs no telling what heâd do for a seat with the Seven Princes.â
âIâm sure if I go back, he would try to kill me over and over again,â he continued, âbecause he detests me the most. That group of themâthe Malebrancheâthey might be more sadistic than Lucifer himself.â
You frowned. âWhatâd you do to him?â
âWhy do you assume I did something to him?â Jeonghan scowled.
âBecause youâre the demon prince of greed,â you replied. âIâm sure you pissed him off somehow.â
He snorted. âPythius rules the eighth circle where frauds are punished. He hates nothing more than the greed that consumes those humans. Of course heâd loathe the demon that represents the very sin.â
âI donât think Iâve seen you act that greedy here, though. Are you different when youâre down there?â
The dark glint in Jeonghanâs eyes nearly went undetected. You only managed to catch it because of the way his smile dropped in tune. His normally easygoing expression was replaced with the same serious look he wore when Joshua was around.
âI havenât been this greedy in eons, human.â
You tried to think back to when Jeonghan had acted in such a way. Sure, there were the multiple times he gave you (mind-blowing) head and the time he asked you for the newest iPhone, but those didnât seem as drastic to you. You expected the very demon of greed to be more selfish.
âReally?â You forced out a stilted laugh. âI think youâre about as greedy as a toddler, like, in a bratty way, but thatâs it.â
Jeonghan stood up.
You took notice of his broad shoulders before, but now you felt swamped under his gaze. He towered over you with ease, looking down at you with a storm brewing in his eyes. There were no words exchanged at first, but one look at the demon told you that whatever he was experiencing was far too human for him to understand fully.
âIâm so greedy that I would let the hierarchy in Hell fall to shambles because of you,â he started. âI would abandon my seat and let Pythius take control just so I can stay here with you. I would rather wither away on Earth instead of going back to Hell where I canât see you again. I would let Alastor, the chief executioner, torture me over and over again until the ache in my heart finally goes awayâthe ache you caused.â
His next words were no louder than a weak whisper when he grabbed your forearms and said, âIâm so greedy that I wanna just give up everything for you, Y/N.â
With that, Jeonghan muttered something about sleeping on the couch before he walked out of your room and shut the door. That was the first time he had ever called you by your name; yet, it didnât even make you feel happy. The first salty tear hit the floorboards, then the next, then more. You could only watch the demon leave in silence, finally letting yourself cry once he was out of sight.
Crying because you didnât want him to leave. Crying because your feelings were already running too deep.
Crying because you knew a botched confession when you heard one.
Just as you were about to settle in bed, burrow yourself in the sheets and sob until you fell asleep, you heard Jeonghanâs footsteps coming back from the living room. You had no time to regain your composure when he flung open the door, his eyes stony and his lips pulled down in a frown.
âI canât sleep if youâre crying like this,â he murmured, walking over to cup your face with his large hands. âThatâs foul play.â
He kissed you.
The motion was swiftâa gentle grab of your jaw and tilt of your chin, and Jeonghan was kissing away your disquiet with surprising tenderness.
Temptation.
Temptation was the utmost desire that demons could draw from mortals, but you werenât quite sure this was it. Jeonghanâs kiss felt differentâmore intimate. His lips moved against yours with hesitance at first, and he only deepened it once you reciprocated. It felt like he wasnât trying to pull you closer; rather, he was waiting for you to find him.
Once you two were lost in desperate kisses and heavy breaths, Jeonghan jerked away with a light gasp. You stared at him, dazed, before he grabbed your wrist and pressed your hand firmly against his chest. At first, you werenât quite sure what he was having you do, but the realization was a slap in the face.
A heartbeat.
Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump.
It was fast, like he had just run a marathon. You looked up at the demon quizzically, but he was already pulling away. Your hand hung in the air before dropping to your side, registering too late that he had already let go.
âYou think nothing hurts me,â he mumbled. This time, he had his own hand flat against his chest. âI torture myself every day like this because I know, deep down, thereâs no happy ending for us.â The demonâs eyes, normally masked with golden brown irises, glowed a dim red.
It started drizzling outside. Soft pattering of rain that drowned out the silence.
Everything would fall apartâslowly, gently, inevitably. Jeonghan, too, would eventually become nothing but a ghost of a raindrop that once streaked your window.
Post-party hangovers always called for breakfast at The Veranda. It became a tradition between you and Sooyoung to go there after a night of partying. That, or you two would skip straight to lunch and get pho. There was no telling when either of you would wake up the next morning.
Today, however, Sooyoung texted you early enough.
âWe should get cocktails,â she suggested while looking down the menu.
âYou already blacked out last night, you crazy bitch.â
To be frank, you had ulterior motives for this outing. For one, you wanted to get out of the house because the tension between you and Jeonghan was making you suffocate. The other reason was because you wanted to consult Sooyoung with your problems.
You started with, âSo, thereâs this guy,â and your best friend was already at the edge of her seat. Once you finished giving her the rundown (which only concluded after you ordered your food and were halfway done with your herb roasted chicken sandwich), Sooyoung paused to think, which stretched into about five minutes. More than enough time for you to finish your sandwich.
âI donât get what the problem is,â Sooyoung finally said, tilting her head curiously. âIf you two like each other, then just ask him out.â
If only it were that easy, you thought to yourself, but you couldnât spare her the details of how impossible the situation was. You werenât in the mood to hear âif he wanted to, he wouldâ when you were dealing with a guardian demon who was literally dying in the mortal world.
You hesitated. âLetâs just say that heâs not exactly available right now.â
âHe has a girlfriend?â Sooyoung asked, raising an eyebrow in suspicion. She looked ready to start telling you off for being a homewrecker, so you had to clarify immediately.
âNo, no, heâs single,â you said. âHeâs just not⊠emotionally available to date.â
âSo, heâs been getting all close to you without wanting to date you.â
âUh, not really? Heâs justââ
âCut him off, Y/N.â
âWhat?â you asked, eyes widening. You figured the situation sounded bad from an outsiderâs perspective, but there was no way for you to break it down without explaining that Jeonghanâs your guardian demon from Hell that ended up being trapped on Earth because of your statistics midterm and demonic intervention from Joshua, the other oddball from Hell. âI canât do that.â
âSure you can,â Sooyoung replied. âItâll hurt at first, but youâll get over it eventually.â
âBut heâsâŠâ you trailed off, wondering how the fuck you were going to defend a demon prince of greed. You settled with saying, âHeâs funny.â
âSo are clowns, Y/N. You donât see me asking out Ronald McDonald.â
âOkay, itâs not that simple, Sooyoung!â you cried out. âItâs more like⊠he doesnât have that much time left here.â
âOh.â She sounded lost at first, but the confused look on her face was slowly replaced with somber understanding. âIâm sorry, Y/N.â
âNo, youâre good. I didnât know how to say it.â
âWell, if thatâs the case,â she said, âwhy donât you just make the most of the time you have left with him?â
Sooyoungâs words hadnât left your mind ever since breakfast. Even after she dropped you off at your apartment, you were still replaying the conversation in your head.
You thought about it in the shower.
You thought about it while doing your homework.
And you continued to think about it when Jeonghan was spreading your legs apart later that day.
âDidnât we just fight?â you asked, your voice unnaturally high. Despite your words, you came to realize that you were sort of feral when it came to your sex life. A little fight was just a chip on your shoulder.
âThat was a fight?â Jeonghan asked. âIâve been in fights before. Theyâre pretty gruesome. Usually some heads roll or someone gets disemboweled.â
âA verbal fight,â you clarified.
âIâve been in verbal fights before, too. They usually end with someone getting stabbed.â
âOkay, well, thatâs not a verbal fight.â You sighed. âI mean, arenât you upset with me? You were acting like being around me was hurting you.â
Jeonghan looked down and went completely silent.
âHello?â you called. Did you break him?
Jeonghan looked back up. This time, his cheeks were tinged scarlet red. Your eyes went wide at the sight of the demon fully blushing over your words. You were definitely adding this bullet point to the Blackmail on Jeonghan folder you kept in your Notes app.
âI let my emotions get the best of me, okay?â he mumbled. âLet's just drop it.â
You, however, were brimming with questions. âHey, but you let me feel your heartbeat last night,â you started. âDid you always have a heart?â
Jeonghan pulled away to look at you with distaste dawning on his face. âDid I always have a heart? Of course Iâve always had a heart, human. How would I be giving you the head of your life if I was a corpse?â
Your demon was gradually evolving to develop a filthy mouth. You werenât sure if this was improvement or regression.
âYou have a human heart and you can feel human emotions,â you said. âWhat makes you and I so different, then?â
Jeonghan opened his mouth, but before he could speak, there was a knock at the door. You glanced at Jeonghan suspiciously, wondering if he invited Seokmin without your knowledge, but even he looked clueless. There was no one you were expecting, so you wondered if it was just the UPS guy dropping off a package.
When you opened your door though, it was indeed Seokmin, and he was pissed.
You had never seen him like this, with his nostrils flaring and his skin flushed red. It was almost as if steam was coming out of his own ears. But there was something very glaring about Seokmin that had you gawking at him.
His wings were on full display.
Snowy white wings fanned out behind him. You could hear a low, angelic hum faintly resounding from the feathers. You were in shock for a moment, unsettled and overwhelmed by the heavenly light that Seokmin was bathing in.
It seemed to have an even worse effect on Jeonghan. You noticed how he flinched at the sight, backing up slowly.
âGet back, Y/N,â Seokmin ordered. âI know this is gonna sound crazy, but your roommateâs dangerous.â
You wondered if he had some unexplainable power over you because your actions were going against your words as you found yourself stumbling away from the two. âSeokmin, donât do this,â you begged.
He frowned. âWhat?â
But Jeonghan got his words in before you could. âLooks like the both of us figured it out before you did. You just found out youâre a Quartarion, huh?â
He was jeering, like he was taunting the angel to attack him. You couldnât understand what the demon was thinking when he was clearly overpowered right now. Even if Seokmin wasnât a pureblood angel, Jeonghanâs powers had considerably weakened ever since he entered the mortal realm.
âHowâŠâ Seokmin was shocked for a moment, straightening up and glowering down at you. âHow did you know?â
âYou found out recently, didnât you? Mommy or daddy told you they were half, which meant youâre quarterâweaker than them,â Jeonghan pressed. âThey kept it from you all this time, huh? Because your angelic presence wasnât strong enough to be a threat, but then you started glowing brighter.â
âJeonghan, enough!â you yelled, trying to mediate whatever was happening. You had no idea what Seokmin was going to do, but it definitely didnât seem like he was here for another movie night.
âMammon,â Seokmin said through gritted teeth. âThatâs your real name, right?â Suddenly, the angel turned on you with an accusatory stare. âAnd youâhow did you know about all of this? Did he tell you?â
You gulped before starting slowly, âLook, I accidentally summoned Jeonghan from my statistics textbook the day before you met him at the Olive Garden.â
Seokmin tilted his head, looking utterly puzzled. None of those words were in the Bible.
âI knew he was a demon,â you continued, âand he told me you were an angel. He could sense it, or something like that.â
âOh,â Seokmin replied rather sadly, as if he had just discovered he had been the brunt of a joke all along. âWell, Iâm sorry you were caught up in this Y/N, but I have to kill your roommate before he hurts anyone else.â
âWhoa, hold onâhe hasnât hurt anyone!â you cried, holding onto Seokminâs shoulder to keep him from charging at Jeonghan. âYouâre an angel; you canât kill him!â
âTechnically, he can,â Jeonghan noted as he just barely avoided the angel grabbing him. âSome angels are specifically assigned to keep demons away from humans. I think Seokminâs just mad, though.â
âIâm not just mad,â Seokmin spat, although he was visibly seething. âI just feel stupid that I befriended someone who was trying to kill me this whole time!â
You turned your gaze to Jeonghan, who held up his hands in surrender. âOkay, okay, Iâll admit I might have had murderous intentions at first, but come on! You would be dead by now if I really wanted to kill you.â
âYou canât kill him, Seokmin,â you repeated in a desperate attempt. âYou owe him!â
Now the angel was lost. âAnd how exactly do I owe him?â
âRemember when your card declined, and I bought you that croissant on campus last week?â you tried. As soon as the words came out, you heard a loud groan from Jeonghan, and you were sure he was pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head. âYou owe me, who owes Jeonghan, so you owe Jeonghan!â
Seokmin was even more lost. âWhat?â
âTransitive property of equality: A equals B equals C, so A equals C.â
âThereâs no way youâre actually applying the transitive property of equality to this situation.â
âAnd what exactly do you owe me for?â Jeonghan chimed in, equally as confused.
âYeah, I canât believe Iâm agreeing with him on this one, but heâs a demon, Y/N,â Seokmin said. âIf you feel like you owe him anything, itâs likely you were manipulated by him.â
âNo, I wasnât!â you protested before the demon could object himself. âI owe him becauseâŠâ
You trailed off, wondering how you were going to string your feelings into comprehensible words. They were all a mess of jumbled vowels and consonants in your head, holding no significant weight until you thought long and hard, feeling it get heavier and heavier on your tongue.
The angel raised a brow. âBecause what?â
Letters unfurling in your head. Piecing themselves together. You felt like your head was going to explode until you blurted out, âBecause he showed me what love feels like.â
You looked over at Jeonghan to see him staring at you like a deer caught in headlights. He looked helpless at the moment, wild with pain, like he had let down all lines of defense at your declaration. A scarlet red blush stained his cheeks, and it was perhaps the single most human expression you had ever seen from him.
Seokmin moved forward, and an agonized scream tore itself from your throat before you could even think. His sudden movement chilled your blood, and all you could think about was how you needed to protect your guardian demon before he was struck by the angel.
And so you did.
Confession time: you kicked an angel in the balls.
You were pretty sure that was a one-way ticket to Hell.
âIâm so sorry, Iâm so sorry, Iâm so sorry,â you kept repeating to a defeated Seokmin, who was now laying on the couch with pain drawn all over his face. âMy fight response has been kicking in a lot more lately.â
âI wasnât gonna hurt him,â he explained weakly. âMy foot was just cramping up.â
âSo you wonât kill Jeonghan?â you asked, brimming with hope.
âI⊠I donât know,â he answered. âJeonghanâs a demon, Y/N. Just because you have feelings for him doesnât mean he isnât capable of manipulating those emotions out of you.â
âHeâs as good as human, Seokmin.â
âY/N,â Jeonghan started, but you shook your head.
âIâm right!â you insisted. âJeonghan has a heart, and it beats; Iâve felt it myself.â The two men were silent, so you continued, âHe canât handle alcohol at all; heâs more lightweight than I am. He likes building lego sets. He likes the rain, and he said itâs because that means an angelâs crying, but itâs really because he loves the way the Earth smells after rainfall. He likes coffee, but he always pours me some first before he takes any. You think heâd have the vocabulary of a Victorian man, but he knows more slang than I do. He⊠Jeonghan wants to be human. Isnât that enough for you?â
Silence hung in the air. You wondered if you overstepped for a moment, aired out too much of his business, but then you could visibly see Seokmin at war with himself. You could see the internal battle in his eyes, fighting to believe in whatever the angels had instructed him to do.
He narrowed his eyes at the demon and asked in a calmer voice, âYou swear you wonât kill me?â
âI swear on God.â
âYouâre a demon. Swear on something else.â
âUm, okay⊠I swear on, uh, Y/N.â
âPlease donât swear on me,â you muttered, looking at your feet nervously as if the ground was going to swallow you whole.
Seokmin closed his eyes, exhaling loudly. âSo, when did you stop wanting to kill me?â
âY/N and I had a deal that I wouldnât kill you in exchange forââ
You slapped a hand over the demonâs mouth immediately, successfully muffling the next words that decided to slip from his lips. It felt like your face was burning from how embarrassed you were. While Jeonghan shot you a confused look and tried to lick your palm to get it to budge, you exclaimed, âThat detail isnât important!â
âAnyway,â Jeonghan continued once you finally removed your hand, âI guess⊠part of me started enjoying those movie nights. Kinda hard to discuss the endings after you kill your friend, right?â
You could see Seokmin visibly soften, the fondness returning to his eyes. âYouâre telling the truth.â
âYeah, I am.â
âYou can tell?â you inquired, wondering if it was some sort of angelic ability he had recently acquired.
âYeah, Iâve always had some sort of sixth sense about these things,â Seokmin said, although you werenât quite sure about this because you and Jeonghan had lied to him on numerous occasions. âI was only able to tap into it after I saw my wings for the first time.â
You then wondered if the longing etched bone-deep in Jeonghanâs face was also real.
It took a couple of hours for you and Jeonghan to explain everything to Seokmin, from beginning to end. You had to start from how you accidentally summoned him, which seemed to entertain the both of them, and you had to scold them both to take the situation seriously. Then, Jeonghan explained his side of the story, detailing how he didnât have much time left because his mortal body was weak.Â
âWhat do we do now, then?â Seokmin asked, sitting up straight now. âYouâre gonna die if you stay here, right?â
âThatâs why he wanted to kill an angel,â you said, âbut now we donât have a game plan.â
The three of you sat in silence for several minutes, letting the situation sink in. Your nerves were still buzzing from your earlier confession, still unanswered by Jeonghan, but you knew it wasnât the time to dwell on that. There were more important matters at hand, but no one knew what to do.
Jeonghan sighed. âItâs fine. Iâve already accepted that Iâm going to die here and be reborn in Hell.â
âYou think thatâs fair to Y/N? Or me?â Seokmin burst out. âYouâre basically telling us to watch you die, dude.â
âYou think I wanted this outcome?â he snapped. âNo, I didnât think I was going to actually enjoy living in this realm! I didnât think I was gonna fall in love with my human! I didnât think mortals had such excellent marketing strategies!â
Seokminâs eyes went wide. âYouâŠâ
âJeonghan,â was all you could say, and his name came out no louder than a whisper.
âWhat?!â
âYou said you love me.âÂ
You looked toward Seokmin for confirmation, who answered with a quiet nodâan indication that not only had you heard it correctly, but Jeonghan was telling the truth.
To be honest, you were quite embarrassed that this was all coming to light in front of Lee Seokmin. He seemed very out of place in this otherwise tender moment. Yet, you were filled with inexplicable happiness and absolute dread simultaneously.
Once the grief settled, you were born again. Newfound confidence rising up your throat. You were determined to do whatever it took to mortalize Jeonghan.
âOh, right.â The demon sounded nervousâenough to make you nervous. He simply stared at you for a moment before brushing the proclamation off with a wave. âAnywayâŠâ
âJeonghan!â
He shot you a withering look, glaring you down with every fiber of his being. âSeokmin is right there. Do you really wanna do this right now?â he whispered in an exasperated tone, turning his back to his friend so that he could converse with you. Although Jeonghan was lecturing, you were enjoying the way his blush rose to his cheeks. âWe can talk about this after he leaves.â
âOkay, fine,â you agreed. âWhyâd you have to blurt out a confession while he was here?â
âYou did the same thing!â
âI can still hear you guys,â Seokmin reminded unhelpfully.
Somehow, Jeonghan took this as an opportunity to continue to chastise you. âSee? This is all because you canât keep quiet.â
âI canât keep quiet?â You knew this was not the time nor place to bicker with your guardian demon, but he was an expert at getting on your nerves. âYouâre the one who speaks in crazy demon lingo wherever we go!â
He scoffed. âI donât speak in crazy demon lingo, human.â
âYeah? Tell that to Chan. Poor guy had to witness your drunk ass going on about the Yog Sloth owing you or whatever.â
Jeonghan stammered and did a double take, looking at you like you had just kicked him square in the chest. âWait⊠what did you just say?â
âUh, Chanââ
âNo, the other thing.â
âThe Yog Sloth?â
âYog Sloth,â he echoed, and then something clicked. âYog-Sothoth? Wait, the Outer Godsâoh my god! They do owe me!â he all but yelled, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. âY/N, youâre a genius!â
Seokminâs eyebrows knitted together in confusion. âWhatâd she even do?â he asked, and you were glad you were on the same page as him.
âYeah, whatâd I do? Who the hell are the Outer Gods?â
For the next thirty minutes, Jeonghan went on to explain how billions of years ago, the most powerful beings of all creation, that rivaled even God Himself, were ruling over the universe. Before space and time was Azathothâchaos. Azathoth even tried to disrupt the beginning of Godâs Creation by starting a war. Each blow delivered from both God and Azathoth caused a rippling effect, creating infinite multiverses that were birthed from the clashing between darkness and light.
There was a period in time when the angels and demons had to side together for once to seal away the Outer Gods. Although they were no match for these cosmic beings, God was able to lock them in the Outerverse, where they have been slumbering ever since.
The key that locked away the Outer Gods had been missing for several millennia, but it happened to end up in the hands of Mammon and Belphegor. Mammon had the clever idea of reshaping the artifact into a human hand and hiding it in a fiery lake in Hell. It was called the Right Hand of Doom, but it hadnât been touched ever since its reform.
âYou reshaped a key of cosmic importance into a hand,â you summarized in disbelief. âThat key has the power to doom all of our existences, and you turned it into a human hand.â
âYou know, Belphegor had the same reaction after I created it,â Jeonghan said. âActually, let me give him a call to fetch it for me.â
âWait!â Seokmin exclaimed. âThat key could wake the Outer Gods from their slumber. What are you planning on doing with it? Are you seriously considering using the Outerverse?â
âNo, Seokmin, Iâm gonna use it as a back scratcher.â
âDonât get me wrong; I do want you to stay here, but this is extremely dangerous. Itâs a really selfish decision, Jeonghan.â
âIâm literally the Prince of Greed.â
âJeonghan, no matter how much I want you to become human and stay with me, this is just⊠itâs just crazy,â you said. âWhat if it goes completely wrong? What if youâre trapped in the Outerverse and killed by the Outer Gods?â
âListen,â Jeonghan started. âWhen I first created the Right Hand of Doom, I was contacted by Yog-Sothoth himselfâAzathothâs grandson.â
âHow did he contact you if heâs imprisoned?â you asked.
âThese gods have their ways the same way demons do,â Jeonghan explained. âItâs kept on the down-low, but there are numerous worshippers of theirs that seek out ways to release them. None of them are ever successful, though.â
He continued, âAnyway, Yog-Sothoth isnât as cruel as the others. Heâs actually quite generous when he deems someone worthy, and I guess he thought I was that person when I refashioned the Right Hand of Doom. Millions of years ago, I helped the Outer Gods out by bringing them sacrifices to empower them, so theyâre in my debt.â
Seokmin's face soured. âWhyâd you bring them sacrifices?â
âDunno. I was bored.â
âLet me get this straight,â you spoke up. âSo, youâre gonna risk your life over the slight chance that you could be turned human?â
Jeonghanâs dark eyes pierced yours, as if he was saying, Look at me. Look at how far Iâd go for you.
âRelax.â He cracked a smile. âItâs not like Iâm going to the Outerverse myself. I just need the Right Hand of Doom to communicate with Yog-Sothoth across our realms. Even if he rejects my bargain, I doubt heâd try to crush me to a pulp from his prison.â
âIf thatâs all there is to it,â Seokmin started, a smile creeping to his face, âthen I donât see why we shouldnât try.â
Jeonghan left the room momentarily to contact Belphegor, Prince of Sloth. He hadnât exactly disclosed how he was going to summon the demon, but he returned with a scowl on his face, shaking his head as he explained that Belphegor was too lazy to retrieve the Right Hand of Doom at the moment. You and Seokmin asked when he would return, but even Jeonghan didnât have an exact answer.
âGive me a call whenever he decides to show up,â Seokmin said before he went back to his apartment. You could tell that he was still shaken up from finding out that his friend had been a demon all this time, but you were glad that they were both being civil for now.
However, there were now other issues at hand. As soon as Seokmin left your apartment, you realized that the tension between you and Jeonghan couldnât even be cut by a blade. To your surprise, your guardian demon was the first to mention it.
âYou love me,â he murmured, more to himself than to you. It was like he was trying to wrap his head around the concept, trying to make sure it was real.
âI do,â you said bravely, âand you love me, I think. Seokmin seemed to believe it was true, and heâs an angel, soâŠâ
âI think I do.â He looked pained. âThese feelings are really confusing. I feel like I canât breathe sometimes. You have a way of making me feel like Iâm at the top of the world sometimes, but sometimes I feel like Iâve hit rock bottom.â
You understood that completely. When you and Jeonghan had your good moments together, you felt like you were soaring. However, when you were reminded about how little time he had left on Earth, you wanted to shut out the rest of the world and hide.
âWe can figure it out together,â you told him, reaching forward to grab his hand and squeeze it.
Jeonghanâs eyes always looked different to you, like melted amber. They held many millennia of age and experience, so it felt like Jeonghan was unfazed by most aspects of life he encountered. Nothing could make the man falter.
But now, with evident panic in his eyes, newfound confidence surged through your blood that compelled you to get on your tip-toes and press a chaste kiss to his lips. It was a seemingly tame sign of affection, so you were thrown off when Jeonghan quietly slid a finger past the hem of your jeans. With his head dipped, the demon looked at you through his long, feathery lashes.
âAre you⊠are you hungry?â you stammered out.
âNo,â he mumbled, raising his head to meet your eyes with his expectant ones. âTwo people who like each other⊠Normally, this would lead to dating, wouldnât it?â When you nodded, he continued, âHow about it, then?â
âHow about what?â
âLetâs go out.â
Your mind went blank for a moment. With how straightforwardly he said it, you would have thought Jeonghan was messing with your head, trying to push your buttons by teasing you. But his face looked determined this time, like he actually meant it. You could see the red glow of his eyes as he waited for an answer.
You blinked. âLike, as boyfriend and girlfriend?â
âYes, as boyfriend and girlfriend,â Jeonghan confirmed, exasperated. He gripped your hand tighter, as if he was getting his feelings across with a gentle squeeze. âLike Hallie and Noah.â
âItâs Allie.â
âYeah, whatever.â He scoffed, surprisingly tender in the way he cupped your cheeks and pulled you closer. You were still a bundle of nerves, but something about Jeonghan made you feel secure. Quite the opposite of how you theoretically should feel around a demon. âHey,â he tried again, his voice no louder than murmur, âI wanna kiss you.â
You smiled. âThen do it already.â
And so he did.
Jeonghan had kissed you before, but it was nothing like this. It seemed so urgent before, like you both knew you were running out of time. This time, though, he was slow, taking his time to memorize the shape of your lips as he moved his mouth against yours. You felt his long lashes tickle your cheeks, and it almost made you giggle, so you had to pull back to regain your composure. Jeonghan looked down at you, chest heaving even though the kiss was nothing but gentle.
âAgain,â you pleaded.
Immediately, his current expression turned cocky. The corner of Jeonghanâs mouth lifted in amusement, and he kissed you not-so-gently this time. He pulled your body flush against his, and you reciprocated by wrapping your arms around his neck. The moment he slid his tongue past your lips, you heard a soft groan from Jeonghan that made your knees buckle under you.
Jeonghan held your waist with one hand and the back of your head with the other. Even though you were still standing on two feet, you were sure that he could hold you up, anyway. He gripped you like he never wanted to let you go.
âYou taste good,â he mumbled against your lips.
âYou taste like⊠coffee.â You made a face and let a giggle slip. Â
âWell, itâs a good thing you like coffee.â
âNot when Iâm tasting it secondhand.â
âYou know, a minute ago, I wanted to fuck you properly,â he said. âNow, Iâm just miffed. Slightly turned on, but still miffed.â
âFuck me properly?â you asked, sort of embarrassed by how high your voice got. You inched closer, allowing Jeonghanâs finger to toy with the waistband of your underwear. In return, you placed your hand flat against his abdomen, moving it down slowly until you reached his crotch. Jeonghan hissed when you pressed against his growing bulge. âYou meanâŠâ
âWith my cock, yeah,â he finished bluntly.
It was silent for a moment. You removed your hand, swallowing carefully after realizing that your guardian demon was hard.
Jeonghan wordlessly slid his hand down your pants, maintaining direct eye contact with you. His hand cupped your clothed cunt, and although you tried to resist, you couldnât help but throb for more contact. You wondered if he just wanted to see your reactions, and you confirmed this by watching his smirk form when you whimpered.
âOh,â you breathed out.
âYeah, you like that?â
His voice was heavy, ragged. You felt like you could get drunk off it, so, naturally, you backed up with him until the back of your legs hit the bed. You made a sound of agreement when he hummed, prompting you to answer his question. You couldnât even form words when all you could think about was being under him. Jeonghanâs palming grew more intense, and you were having a harder time staying upright.
Then, he was occupied with your neck. Jeonghan dragged his soft lips along the flesh, nipping and biting where he pleased. You let out a soft whine when he sucked on that one spot that turned your brain into mush.
âIâm gonna lay you down,â he said, although it felt like a question with the way he was looking at you. His eyes were careful, like he was holding onto your every word before following through. âAm I doing this right?â
You laughed, delighted as he set you down on your bed and got over you. You looped your arms around his shoulders and asked, âWhat do you mean?â
He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. âAm I going about this the right way? I donât really do this sort of thing.â
You were surprised at his sudden meekness. Judging from Jeonghanâs overwhelming confidence from your past hookups with him, you expected him to carry on with the same arrogance. You never thought he would be so hesitant all of a sudden.
âYouâre doing perfect,â you reassured with a chaste peck to his lips.
âRight.â He did one of his breathless laughs, easing your nerves with his grin. âJust tell me if Iâm screwing up, then.â
Jeonghan dipped his head again to pepper kisses across your collarbone, working his way back up to the column of your neck. He worked on your sweet spot, biting and sucking until he had successfully left a bruise. You squirmed underneath him the entire time, tugging your hands through his hair and begging for him to fix the ache between your legs.
The demon only chuckled darkly in response. As he bit the shell of your ear, he removed your jeans and underwear swiftly, which you aided by kicking the garments off your ankles. He prodded your cunt with nimble fingers, grinning wider when he saw the desperation in your eyes.
âYouâre so wet,â he commented in a silky voice. âAll for me, huh?â
âShut up,â you grumbled, âand take your clothes off already.â
Jeonghan rose up to sit back on your thighs, staring at you the entire time he pulled his shirt off and discarded it to the side. You couldnât help but ogle at his figure; he was absolutely gorgeousâsculpted by God Himself.
âDonât do that,â he said gruffly when you reached out to poke his stomach. You deduced that Jeonghan was most definitely ticklish and trying to hide that weakness from you.
âBut your reaction was cute.â
He rolled his eyes but smiled, his hands moving to tug at the hem of your shirt. âCâmon, your turn.â
âH-huh?â
Even when Jeonghan gave you head in the past, you always kept your shirt on. He, too, had never stripped down in front of you like this. Surely, you were expecting this to happen, but the thought of being fully naked in front of Jeonghan was intimidating. It felt like you two were reaching a level of intimacy and closeness that you thought was unattainable months prior.
âDonât worry,â he said. âI already know youâre not wearing a bra. You've gone braless for, like, almost a week now.â
You raised a suspicious brow at him. âYou were staring at my tits?â
âNo comment.â
Jeonghan placed his slender hands on your waist, squeezing your sides comfortingly as you pulled your shirt off over your head. He watched you with marvel in his eyes, eyes trained on the swell of your breasts. He leaned close to press soft kisses against the skin, whispering praise as he did so. You didnât peg the demon to be so romantic, but you werenât complaining.
You heard gentle pattering outside your window while Jeonghan kissed down your chest.
âItâs raining,â you whispered. The two of you broke apart for a brief moment while Jeonghan hastily got rid of his pants and boxers. âAn angelâs crying.â
You looked to the side, and you nearly had to look away before Jeonghan could notice how flustered you looked. The demon stood in all his glory. You had seen naked men before, but Jeonghan was, of course, a creature beyond human comprehension. He was the most gorgeous being you had ever come across.
And, strangely enough, for the first time, you didnât feel that uncontrollable tug of desire when you looked at him. You werenât compelled to drop to your knees and submit to the demon. Your attraction felt innate, much like how the rain falls so naturally from the sky. Not that Jeonghan ever had you under a spell or anything, but it almost felt like he was becoming more human.
Whether that meant he was losing his powers or was growing accustomed to living as a human, you had no idea.
âYouâre beautiful,â he admitted, looking down at you like you were the stars in the night sky.
âThanks,â you replied shyly.
âThatâs your reaction?â He beamed, amused. âWell, whatever. Iâd rather you save your voice for when I make you scream, human.â
You thought it would be impossible at this point, but your cheeks grew even hotter. Yet, you couldnât even chide the demon because he was already getting over you, promptly attacking your neck with more kisses.
You were a soaking mess already, so Jeonghanâs fingers slid into your cunt with ease. You were taken aback yourself by how effortless it was, but you figured two fingers couldnât hold a candle to the girth of his cock.
You propped yourself up on your elbows to watch how Jeonghan fingered you. Both of you stared at the spot where his fingers disappeared in you, and the sight only turned you on even more. For once, Jeonghan was pleasuring someone else without the favor being returned, yet you had never seen him so satiated. He was thriving off of your moans and cries, like the sounds itself were feeding him.
A moan escaped your lips, fragmenting off into broken whimpers as Jeonghanâs fingers sped up. You felt your thighs start to shakeâthe preamble of your orgasm building up. Heat bloomed under your skin, and you dug your nails into the demonâs shoulders to warn him.
The warning only spurred him to move his fingers fasterâin scissoring motions this time. His thumb found purchase on your clit, circling the ball of nerves slowly. Finally, you fell off the edge, crying out in ecstasy as boundless pleasure tore through your body. Your mind went blank, thinking about nothing but how good you felt. It was like you were bathed in heavenly light.
âI got you,â Jeonghan murmured, kissing the spot under your ear.
If you had half the mind to kick him in the shin, you would. Pretending to comfort you while torturing your swollen clit throughout your orgasm was pure evil. You expected no less from a demon.
âWill you do me a favor and fuck me already?â you asked, exasperated. For good measure, you flattened your palm against his stomach and slid your hand down his abs.
âAlright. Beg for it.â
You balked. âW-what?â
âYou want me to fuck you that bad? Then beg for it,â he said with an air of haughtiness. You couldnât tell if he was joking or not, but the man didnât budge. âIâm waiting.â
âI am not begging you, thatâs soââ You paused. Jeonghan raised a brow, prompting you to continue, so you admitted, âItâs embarrassing!â
He shrugged. âI think weâre both past the point of being embarrassed in front of each other, human.â
You sucked in a sharp breath. âOkay, fine. You want me to beg? Iâll beg.â You laid back down, looping your arms around Jeonghanâs neck once more and pulling him close. âIâve been waiting months for you to fuck me, so please make me feel good and IâllâŠâ
âYouâll what?â The mischievous glint in his eyes was unmistakable.
âIâll be good.â
âAre you sure?â
âYes!â you whined, the agitation growing in your chest. âIâll be a good girl, okay? Iâll be really, really good.â
âAlright, Iâm sold.â
Jeonghan pressed a kiss to your forehead, letting out a light laugh before his demeanor completely shifted. His easygoing smile turned into a proud smirk when he practically folded you in half, throwing one of your legs over his shoulders so that he could line himself up to your entrance. He hummed, teasing your folds with the head of his cock.
You wanted to cry out, to push at his chest and beg him to just fuck you already. All of the teasing had you at your tipping point, and you were about to complain until you felt the tip of Jeonghanâs cock enter you slowly.
Your breath hitched. He hadnât even completely entered you, and you were already throbbing at the thought of his cock inside you. Jeonghan used one hand to hold your hips down, pushing into you slowly but surely. You could tell he didnât want to rush or hurt you, so he kept his eyes trained on your face the entire time, gauging whether to proceed based off your reactions.
âSorry,â he apologized, placing a kiss against your stomach as he continued pushing his way inside you until he bottomed out. Your eyes nearly rolled back once he was fully inside, and all you could do was clench around him until he growled. âHold still.â
âKeep going,â you begged, holding onto him like he was your anchor. If you let go of him, you were sure you would fall apart.
Jeonghan simpered, looking quite delighted as he started rocking his hips slowly. It seemed as though he was waiting for you to get adjusted to his size. Despite all, you were still clenching around his cock occasionally, leaving him holding onto you tighter and groaning into the crook of your neck. Jeonghan sped up his thrusts and left a bruising grip on your hips.
âYou like that?â he asked, and, lord, you nearly came for the second time just by his words.
âJeonghan!â you cried out, nearly gasping the words. âI⊠I wantââ
âWant what?â he cut you off smoothly, smirking down at your disheveled appearance. He punctuated his words with a sharp thrust. âWhat do you want, princess?â
You whimpered. âI do wanna be your girlfriend.â
He froze for a moment, stunned. Apparently, that wasnât the route he was expecting you to take.
Then, the demonâs shock wore off and was replaced with a warm smile. âYeah?â he asked, leaning down to meet your lips in a sweet kiss. He pulled away to look into your eyes. âIâd be honored to be your boyfriend, Y/N.â
It was like clockworkâthe way your orgasm hit you at that very moment. You tightened around him uncontrollably, the sporadic motions causing Jeonghan to cum as well. He pulled out right before his climax, ropes of cum spilling onto your stomach. You watched it pool together with hazy, unfocused eyes, still dazed from your orgasm and sudden confession.
Jeonghan was your boyfriend now.
âI see why mortal men are such fools for women,â Jeonghan said once he collapsed next to you. âIf sex is always this good, I would start wars, too.â
âYouâre a demon prince. Youâve started wars, anyway.â
âOh, right.â
Afterward, you taught Jeonghan a thing or two about aftercare. The concept was completely foreign to him, so you informed him that good boyfriends took care of their girlfriends after sex. When Jeonghan told you to just grab a tissue and call it a day, you had to scold him to get him to clean you up.
To your surprise, Jeonghan did a satisfactory job. You half-expected him to do the absolute bare minimum, but you could definitely see that he was trying his best.
So, you bestowed upon him the highest honor: allowing him to sleep with you in your bed.
Jeonghan got under the sheets beside you, wrapping an arm around you once you cozied up to him. It was strange how comfortable you felt with him, especially considering he was your assigned demon. In some parallel universe, you and Jeonghan might have been normal people with normal lives, and you two probably felt the same level of closeness as you did right now.
Neither of you could sleep right away. Jeonghan traced patterns along your arm and you told him countless stories about your childhood. He smiled fondly, intently listening to the life you lived before him.
Later, he kissed you, and, between bated breaths, whispered promises of forever. And eventually, the soft trickling of rain lulled you both to sleep.
You woke up freezing.
At first, you thought Jeonghan had stolen the blanket. It wasnât anything out of the ordinary for the Prince of Greed to be, well, greedy. However, considering your limbs were entangled with his, that didnât seem to be the case.
The feeling was awfully familiar. It was the same sub-zero temperature you experienced when Jeonghan appeared in your room the first time. However, it was brief this time, dissipating as soon as it started.
Although you couldnât identify the strange man who materialized in the center of your room, you had a good idea of who it was.
âOh, Belphegor,â Jeonghan greeted without a care in the world, confirming your suspicions immediately. You were amazed that the half-naked demon was completely unfazed by his demon friend coming out of nowhere. Maybe this was just a regular morning for their kind. âAbout time you showed up.â
Belphegor made a noncommittal sound. âYeah, wellâŠâ
âI canât believe it took you centuries to fetch the Hand.â
âI was going to do it,â he said, âbut then I didnât want to.â
Jeonghan groaned. âYou idiot.â
You gathered up the bedsheets, making sure to cover yourself fully before turning your attention back to the two demons. Maybe if you acted like everything about this situation was normal, it would distract from the fact that you only had a blanket to cover your naked body. The stranger seemed to have no interest in you whatsoever, so you figured he wouldnât think anything of you and Jeonghan sleeping together.
âJeonghan!â you hissed, glowering at your startled boyfriend. âIt wouldnât kill you to wake me up?â
âOh, Y/N,â he started, seeming pleased with himself. He gestured toward the demon next to him, who looked like he had just rolled out of bed himself. âThis is Belphegor, but you can call him by his human name: Wonwoo.â
âNice to meet you,â you said cautiously.
âHi.â
There was clearly no room for conversation between you two.
âAnyway,â Wonwoo continued, shooting Jeonghan a curious look, âwhatâre you gonna do with the key? Youâre not opening the Outerverse, are you?â
Jeonghan shook his head. âIâm not gonna release the Outer Gods, Iâmââ
âWell, thatâs good to know,â Wonwoo cut him off, clearly uninterested in the conversation. âNow that I know youâre not trying to kill us all, Iâll get going.â
âYeah, okay, good talk.â
Later in the day, you sat on the floor of your living room with Jeonghan and Seokmin. Jeonghan was giving him a rundown of Belphegorâs visit, which didnât take very long considering he was there for a grand total of nine moments. You almost made an offhand comment about how Jeonghan didnât give you any time to get dressed, but that would have exposed what went down between you two last night.
Neither of you had even mentioned to Seokmin about sealing the deal.
âAlright, so,â the Quartarion started, âhow does this work?â
Jeonghan pulled out a ten dollar bill, a deformed-looking Twinkie, and a tiny bottle of bath salts from the pocket of his sweater. He laid them out carefully around the Right Hand of Doom before looking up at you and Seokmin. A smug grin spread across his face, but you and the angel were flabbergasted.
âA Twinkie?â you asked.
âHe likes sweets,â was the extent of Jeonghanâs explanation.
âPrimordial Outer God of space-time likes Twinkies. Good to know.â
âAnd the ten dollars?â Seokmin asked.
âHe likes money, too,â Jeonghan said. Before either of you could question the bath salts, he pointed to the bottle and added, âThese are just for the vibes.â
Nice.
âAnyway,â Jeonghan continued, âthese types of invocations usually require human sacrifices or something along those lines.â Seokmin and him glanced in your direction at the same time, and you shot them each an icy glare. Jeonghan coughed into his fist. âWeâre obviously not sacrificing you. Iâm just saying heâs more likely to answer me because Iâm a demon prince.â
Seokmin looked on edge. âSo⊠are we starting?â
âI donât want Y/N in the room,â Jeonghan answered.
âWhat?â you asked, shocked at the sudden dismissal. âWhy?â
âHeâs so powerfulâeven knowing of his existence can drive some mortals insane,â Jeonghan muttered darkly. âSeokmin should be fine since heâs an angel, but thereâs a chance youâd go mad if you heard his voice, so stay back until I say so.â
He didnât have to tell you twice. You were already starting to get to your feet the second he mentioned mortals going insane.
âIâll stand in the hallway, then,â you decided, far too curious to lock yourself in one of the rooms.
You watched as Jeonghan and Seokmin took each otherâs hands quietly and exchanged a silent nod of understanding before closing their eyes. Jeonghan then started reciting some strange incantation that was far more complicated than the one you used to summon him. It seemed to drag on for close to a minute before the air around them went still. It was as if they were trapped in a time vortex, suspended in space while all you could do was wait for them to be released.
You took careful steps backward until you were against the wall, and then you sank down to the floor. As much as you tried to calm your nerves, you were riddled with anxiety. You had to physically hold your thigh down to keep it from bouncing.
Jeonghan didnât tell you how exactly this would go. Hell, he probably didnât know himself. Because you were so unaware, though, you werenât sure if what was happening right now was normal or not. The two men werenât even twitching or breathing; they were like still images.
Minutes stretched on. You werenât sure how long it had been, but each passing second felt longer than it should have been. There was nothing you could do but wait. Stare at the motionless air around the two boys and wait.
It had probably been around half an hour when Seokminâs eyes shot open with a loud gasp. You scrambled to your feet immediately, badgering the poor boy with questions to find out what happened while he was just trying to catch his breath. Jeonghan, on the other hand, looked the very image of tranquility when he opened his eyes.
âWhat is it?â you kept asking. âWhat happened?â
Seokmin had a strange, distant look in his eyes. He tried to speak several times, but no words came out.
âCould you get him something warm to drink, Y/N?â Jeonghan asked. âI think heâs in shock.â
âIâllâIâll make some tea,â you stammered, stumbling over your feet before you could start walking properly. âHow about you? Are youââ You stopped yourself once you saw the hint of fear in Jeonghanâs eyes, and it chilled your blood. You couldnât even fathom what they had just gone through. âIâll get you a cup, too.â
It took two hours for the two men to recoverâslowly but surely. You brought them tea and gave them time to process what they had just been through. It mainly consisted of you sitting to the side and keeping yourself from asking any questions. You figured theyâd tell you if they wanted, but you werenât in any position to press them.
Jeonghan seemed to feel bad for letting Seokmin tag along. He kept glancing at the angel with sad eyes, seeming remorseful. Then, he turned his attention to you. To your surprise, he walked over to where you sat on the couch to sit next to you and lay his head on your shoulder.
âHey,â you called softly. âAre you feeling better?â
He nodded, although he didnât look you in the eyes. âYou should probably go to your room. Yog-Sothoth told us heâs thinking about my request, so he could be making up his mind any minute now.â
âYouâre going back?â
âI guess. It was more like my consciousness was transported there instead of my physical body.â
He said it like it should have been no big deal, but the two were clearly unsettled by their visit. You werenât sure how to feel about them going back. It could break Seokmin for good. Even though he was an angel-blood, he didnât have the power that Jeonghan had.
âThe fact that he listened to Jeonghanâs request means that heâs considering it,â Seokmin spoke up after a period of silence between you three. âItâs a good thing you didnât go, Y/N. The Outerverse is the most terrifying realm Iâve ever seen, and Iâve been to Alabama.â
You smiled a little. At least he seemed to be feeling more at ease now.
âThey say Yog-Sothoth exists beyond our reality, so he can possibly see other streams of reality that arenât connected to the branches of Creation,â Jeonghan explained. âThat sounds insane, right? When youâre in the Outerverse seeing those pockets of different realities⊠it can make you go a little crazy. I mean, Iâd give Hell a five star Yelp review over the Outerverse.â
Seokmin tucked his head in his folded arms. âI never wanna go to that place again.â
âWell, Iâm not exactly planning to have my next birthday party there.â
âMammon,â a voice boomed in your ears, and the sound itself was weird.ââ There were undertones of echoes in its words, and you couldnât even tell if the voice was in your head or not.
You didnât have to ask who it was because the fear in Seokminâs eyes was unmistakable. Jeonghan straightened up, panicked, but you assumed it was because you were still in the room because he swiftly placed his hands over your ears in an attempt to muffle the sound. You werenât sure it would help, but you did feel safer that way.
âGod of Time, I appreciate your presence.â
âIâve decided to accept your offer,â Yog-Sothoth said. His voice sounded louder, even with Jeonghanâs hands over your ears. âIâll help you.â
There was a way.
He removed his hands from the sides of your head, and you sat up straight again. You never thought those four words would light up so much hope inside you, but here you were, beaming like an idiot next to your demon boyfriend. There was a hope for a future between you and Jeonghanâhope that you two could live out the rest of your lives as humans. More importantly, there was hope that you two could live out the rest of your lives together.
For a moment, you were filled with doubt. There was so much at stake for this decision, and you couldnât fathom someone loving you so much that they would give their world up for you.
âJeonghan,â you murmured, âare you sure about giving up immortality?â
âIâd rather live a short life with you than spend the rest of eternity longing for what we could have had,â he declared with a fire blazing in his eyes. âI donât want forever if itâs not with you, Y/N.â
His soft words coupled with his fierce gaze only sent butterflies to the pit of your stomach. You were hopeless when it came to Jeonghan; whatever he said left you like putty in his hands.
âJeonghan,â Seokmin whispered, looking fearful. He was pointing at the makeshift summoning circle. âThe Twinkieâs gone.â
So, the primordial Outer God of space-time was helping Jeonghan out because of a Twinkie. You decided against questioning why the all-powerful being was about to manipulate the fabric of reality over an over-glorified sponge cake.
âBut,â Yog-Sothothâs voice echoed in your ears as he spoke, âfor this exchange, I require a sacrifice.â
âA sacrifice?â Jeonghan asked, frowning. âThe Twinkieââ
âNo, Mammon, not the Twinkie. I want you to bring me a loved one; an eye for an eye.â
You frowned. Jeonghan could split his soul into twoâone residing in his demon form in Hell, and the other residing in his human body hereâbut he had to sacrifice someone he loved? You couldnât understand how this was a fair exchange; he was already giving up a part of him for this ordeal.
âSacrifice a loved one in exchange for what I want,â Jeonghan echoed, a faraway look in his eyes. âIâve seen this before.â
âYou have?â Your eyebrows narrowed. âWhen?â
âAvengers: Endgame.â
âYouâre kidding, right?â
âDude,â Seokmin chimed in, and you were starting to think you were the only one who understood the gravity of the situation. âThis is literally Thanos sacrificing Gamora for the Soul Stone.â
âStop embarrassing us in front of the Outer God!â you whispered harshly.
âWell,â Jeonghan started, his tone growing serious again, âIâm sure you know my choice.â
âYes, I do.â Yog-Sothoth hummed, and something about it seemed calculative. You wanted to interject and ask Jeonghan what the hell he was talking about, but you felt like you were immobilized. âVery well, then.â
You looked at Seokmin to see if he understood what was going on, but he seemed just as confused as you were. Jeonghan just stared ahead, refusing to look either of you in the eye, and panic rose in your throat. You wanted to trust him, to confidently know that he wasnât choosing you or Seokmin, but you really didnât know who else it could have been.
Like Jeonghan told you before, demons didnât care about anyone or anything. Only you and Seokmin were able to crack him open.
That was why horrifying realization was drawn across both of your faces. Jeonghan was choosing either you or Seokmin, and considering you were the reason he wanted to be mortal in the first place, you were terrified he was going to sacrifice Seokmin. And it seemed like Seokmin was terrified of that possibility, too.
You stood up and grabbed his shoulder. âJeonghan, youââ
But before you could get any words out, you were sinking and the ground was swallowing you whole.
Everything went dark, and then silence followed.
You had gone under anesthesia once in your life. It was back when you were thirteen and the doctors had to perform an appendectomy on you. Being sedated didnât feel like sleeping at all; it felt like closing your eyes and then waking up to a weird jumpcut in your memory. You remembered being extremely disoriented at first, not even realizing what had just happened to you.
Now, as your eyes fluttered open, you felt the same way.
You were tucked in your bed, which had to have been impossible because you were in the living room when everything turned black. You sat up to gather your bearings. Your head was a mess for a second, unable to focus on one thing at a time.
Jeonghan. Seokmin. Yog-Sothoth. Twinkies. Sacrifice.
The words etched themselves in your bones until you felt dread seep in. If you were still in your bed, completely unharmed, that meant Jeonghan had gotten rid of Seokmin. You looked down at your hands, and you realized they were shaking before you could stop yourself.
âJeonghan!â you yelled, furious. Before he could hurry to your room, you stormed out, fighting back tears. Just as you thought, he was rushing down the hallway to see you, but you werenât in the mood for a happy reunion. âHow could you?!â
He looked confused. âDidnât⊠didnât you want this? Iâm human now, Y/N.â A bright smile broke across his face. âYog-Sothoth split my soul, so Mammonâs back in Hell where he belongs, but Iâm here to stay as a human.â
You punched his shoulder. Hard.
âOkay, ow,â he complained. âY/N, Iââ
âDonât,â you warned. Your voice was wavering and you could feel your throat closing up. âI donât wanna hear it after what you did to Seokmin. You promised me you wouldnât kill him!â
As if on cue, the angel-blood, who was supposed to be dead, peaked into the hallway from where he was in the living room. He had a bowl of ice cream in his hands, shaking his head at you repeatedly.
âIâm not dead,â he clarified, even though you could very clearly see that. âIâm alive.â
âOh.â You had to take a step back because now, you were more confused than ever. âYouâre alive.â
âYou sound disappointed. Donât worry, Iâm not gonna steal your boyfriend.â
âIâm not! Iâm⊠really fucking confusedâwait, you found out weâre dating, too?â You turned to look up at Jeonghan. âWait, so whoâd you sacrifice, then? What happened after I blacked out? I feel like Iâm so in the dark right now.â
Jeonghan looked down at his feet, suddenly glum. âI sacrificed my pet.â
âMount FuâI mean, Doljjong? I thought it was dead already?â
âNo, my other pet.â He showed you his phone screen, which was on an article about Mount Vesuvius going extinct. âJjongddol.â
âOh, another rock.â You tried to sound sympathetic, but it was hard to feel bad for a volcano. âIâm so sorry for your loss.â
âHeâs not even sad about it!â Seokmin argued, pointing his spoon at Jeonghan in an accusatory manner. âHe gaslit the Time God!â
Jeonghan huffed. âI am sad, okay! Just because it took me a while to remember his name doesnât mean I donât have fond memories with Doljjong!â
âJjongddol,â you corrected.
âOh, rightâJjongddol!â
You smiled, taking his face into your hands. âYou know what this means, though?â
Jeonghan looked at you, eyebrows lifting in pleasant surprise. âWhat?â
(âOh, Christ, theyâre gonna start making out,â Seokmin muttered and hurried back to the couch. âIâm gonna look for movies on the TV, Jeonghan!â)
âIt means we finally have all the time in the world to ourselves, Yoon Jeonghan.â You got on your toes to press a chaste kiss to his lips, which he reciprocated almost immediately. âIâm a little sad I donât have a guardian demon anymore, though, even if he sucked at his job.â
âHey, I didnât suck!â He pouted a little, which you laughed at. âNow, though, you get to show me how to be a proper human.â
âOh, shoot. We need to find you a place to live since my lease only allows one person, and then we need to figure out getting your documents in order, and thenââ
Jeonghan cut you off with a laugh. âIâm on board for all that, but Iâd really like to celebrate my new life right now by watching a movie with my best friend and girlfriend.â He slung an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer, and you couldnât help but giggle. âAnd then tonight Iâd like toââ
âAlright, alright!â you interjected, feeling your face go hot. âYou know, the demon part of you might be gone power-wise, but I donât know about personality-wise.â
âYou love it, though.â
âJeonghan, letâs watch Superbad!â Seokmin called from the living room.
âOkay!â Jeonghan turned to you and held out his hand. âCome on. I heated up popcorn and even put in some jalapeños for you.â
âHey.â You stopped him, and you werenât exactly sure why, but you felt so overwhelmed by your emotions at the moment. There were so many forces against you two, yet you still managed to fight the odds. A constant storm you both battled to stay together, and only now you felt like you could finally breathe. So, when Jeonghan looked at you, the words came out naturally. âI love you.â
He looked at you for a moment, before his face broke into one of those heartbreakingly beautiful smiles again. âI love you, too, Y/N.â
Now it was your time to smile and grab his hand. âLetâs go watch that movie.â
âOh, is Y/N watching with us?â Seokmin asked.
âThis may come as a shock, but this happens to be my apartment, Seokmin.â
And, as you three watched the movie, you and Jeonghan kept your hands interlocked, unwilling to let go. You thought it was beautiful how two hands could touch and forge a bond like no other. It must have been why you and Jeonghan had made it past every obstacle that came hurtling your way.
In some parallel universe out there, some stream of reality that didnât branch from Creation, you and Jeonghan were probably normal people who found each other naturally. In that world, neither of you had to go through all the pain and suffering to find each other, to finally end up in each otherâs arms.Â
But you would choose this reality over that one every single time. You would go through all the trails and tribulations for Jeonghan however many times you needed to because, at the end of the day, the love you two had for each other couldnât compare to any other reality out there.Â
And you would never admit it out loud, but he was right; your guardian demon didnât totally suck at his job.
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always you â mick schumacher
pairing. mick schumacher x verstappen!merc racing engineer!fem!reader
summary. mick had always been inexplicably tied to you, no matter what distance grew between you. even if it took over two decades for you to figure it out, it had always been mick. it would always be mick. 5.4k, 18+
playlist. "invisble string" by taylor swift, "the perfect pair" by beabadoobee, "moves" by suki waterhouse, "i wanna be yours" by arctic monkeys, "let the light in feat. father john misty" by lana del ray
warnings. pining, mick is kind of very much pitiful in this alright, smut, l-bombs, sort of sub!mick, google translated german, almost choking, oral (fem and male receiving), penetrative sex
masterlist.
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"I'm telling you what the data says, and it says you're wrong, so follow the damn line, George."
Mick fought a smile as you told George off over the radio. Toto cast you a look that you didn't even seem to see, let alone acknowledge. The team principal didn't look all that surprised when you didn't take your eyes off the screens of data you were getting input from.
In the next lap, George's lap time dropped nearly a second thanks to your suggestion. George didn't offer an apology for doubting you and you didn't expect one; you only expected him to be consistent in how he attacked turns seven and eight, to continue following your instructions.
Mick had observed your and George's relationship over the last few seasons you had been working with him. As George's racing engineer, you had quite a close working relationship with the Brit.
Off track, you were good if unlikely friends. Where George was all pretense and propriety and politeness, you were nothing but brutally honest, succinct, and to the point. But you were close in age and often seen together chatting and laughing.
On track, you were pretty much the same, if not even more blunt, if that was possible. George fed off your no-nonsense attitude, communicating clearly and without any of the fluff normally gracing his conversational skills.
Mick admired how well you worked with George. He admired just about everything you did. You could sit there doing absolutely nothing and F1TV would catch Mick staring at you like a lovesick fool again.
He still doesn't know how he hadn't seen the cameraman filming him as he watched you from across the garage two weekends ago. People kept referring to him as "Heart Eyes" Schumacher and he really could not blame them after seeing the clip of himself watching you.
You hadn't said anything to him about it. In fact, you hadn't said anything to him all season. Or during pre-season. Or in the two years prior when he was driving for Haas. Or in the thirteen years it had been since your dads had their falling out.
Mick would have liked to talk to you. He would have liked to talk about nothing or everything like you used to. He would have listened to you ramble about statistics and analytics and anything you wanted, even if he didn't understand a word of it.
But you had looked at him maybe three times since he signed on as Mercedes reserve driver. You either didn't remember orâmore likely, knowing your keen mindâyou didn't care about your shared history.
Even if it was in your childhood and so much had changed since then, Mick still remembered. He remembered playdates and shared family vacations and spending every second together that you could before your dad dragged you away.
He remembered noticing how different your dad treated you than his dad treated him. He remembered sleeping over once and hearing your dad screaming at you until you ran to your bedroom in tears. He remembered telling his dad about it all.
He remembered how he was the one to ruin everything.
You didn't seem to remember any of itâor, at least, you never seemed to reminisce on it. Never got caught up staring at him wondering how things could have been different. Never got distracted by unexplainable yet unavoidable and likely unrequited feelings for someone that was once your friend over a decade ago.
When he was with Haas, your lack of interaction could be excused; you were on different teams. Since he had signed with Mercedes, it felt like you had purposefully been ignoring him for months.
He could approach you. He could simply walk up to you at any point when you weren't fully absorbed by readout screens and analytic diagnoses and strike up a conversation.
He didn't want to push his luck. He didnât fully understand why you wouldnât talk to him but he also didn't want to make you uncomfortable.
If being near you meant never truly being close to you again, Mick could live with that. Ultimately, you owed him nothing, so he could watch from afar and adore you silently. He could be content with that.
After all, it was his fault that everything fell apart in the first place.
.
"Hey, heart eyes! Come here!"
Mick hesitated before making his way to where Lewis was in the VIP section of this Friday night's club of choice.
"Hi?"
"I can't help but notice that you're pathetically in love with your race engineer."
"She's George's engineerâ"
"Thatâs beside the point. Anyway, I think your girl could use some saving."
"She's not my girl."
Lewis hadn't said your name. Mick didn't need him to.
Mick leaned on the balcony railing beside Lewis, looking down over the crowd on the main floor of the club. He found you embarrassingly fast. You were wearing a black shirt, pink shorts, and sandals.
He had seen you come in earlier with your brother and thought you were probably the prettiest girl there that night. If you were put in a room with the world's top models, Mick would still think the same.
On the floor below, your personal space was being invaded by a dark-haired man in glasses. You looked incredibly uncomfortable, glancing around for anyone you knew who you could latch onto and get away from the man who was talking at you incessantly.
It wasnât even a conscious decision on Mickâs part. One second, he was watching you from the VIP balcony and the next, he was pushing his way through the dance floor to get to you.
The unnamed glasses man put a hand on your back, touching the sliver of exposed skin between your shirt and shorts. You visibly tensed up.
Before he could think better of it, Mick called your name and pretended to stumble into you and the man.
âHey! Iâve been looking for you.â He played up being drunk as he stuck himself between you and Glasses. âHey, mate, howâs it going? Who are you?â
âIâm Nolan. And we were having a conversation.â
Mick had to hand it to âNolan,â he was persistent. âMy bad, I guess. Y/N, your brotherâs looking for you. Come on.â
He walked off and you followed after him. He hadnât really thought this far ahead. He hadnât been thinking at all. He was running by the seat of his pants and hoping he didnât end up making things worse.
Last time he had thought he was helping you, he didn't speak to you for thirteen years.
âMy brother left an hour ago.â
âI know.â
Mick kept walking towards the stairs up to VIP.
You kept following.
Maybe this time, things would be different.
.
When Mick was 11, he mentioned to his mom that your dad yelled at you and made you cry. That same day, his dad sat him down and asked him to tell him everything he knew about how Jos Verstappen treated his children.
He had told him everything he knew because he didnât know why he shouldnât. If his dad wanted to know, it had to be important. Maybe he would be helping you by telling his dad.
A week later, Mick was playing with you in the backyard when your dad started yelling. Except that time, he wasnât yelling at you or his most frequent target of your older brother Max, he was yelling at Mickâs dad.
That day had ended with your father dragging you away from Mick. Mick remembers thinking he had grabbed you so roughly; didnât it hurt to be seized by your arm and jerked around like that?
Jos didnât care. He just yelled at Mickâs dad to stay away if he had such an issue with how he raised his children. So, the Schumachers stayed away. The last memory Mick had of you was with tears streaming down your face, begging your dad not to make Mick leave.
A little less than ten years later, Mick was a Formula One reserve driver. That same year, you had graduated early from university and earned a spot as a Williams performance engineer. Then, you went to Mercedes in 2021 and took over as Georgeâs racing engineer at only twenty two years of age while Mick was racing with Haas.
"I thought you hated me."
You looked up at him, mouth full. "What? Why would I hate you?"
"For telling my dad about everything. For tearing us apart."
You swallowed your mouthful of sandwich, sat across from him in Mercedes hospitality on your lunch break.
After that night in the club, you and Mick rekindled your old friendship. You looked at him, now. You smiled at him and talked to him and sought him out just to sit and talk during your break.
Getting a second chance to be your friend was more than Mick ever thought he would have.
"Mick, that wasn't your fault. My dad... it's complicated. But our dads' falling out wasn't your fault. I never blamed you for it. You know that, right?"
No, he had not known that. He had spent the last thirteen years blaming himself for losing you. He had assumed you would blame him, too, for ending your friendship because he had spent so long as a self proclaimed scapegoat.
"Mick."
"I know that now."
"Mick!"
"Iâ Okay, I know it's stupid but I have always blamed myself for the whole situation. Then, when we both were getting into F1, you never reached out."
"You never reached out, either!"
"I know that but I figured you wanted nothing to do with me, so I never tried to talk to you."
"You're so daft sometimes, Schumacher."
Mick took your empty insult without argument.
After spending every free second he had with you over the last several weeks, he realized how dumb he had been. He never thought of himself as the melodramatic type but he had really been going through it when he thought you were avoiding him.
"I've never been the smartest when it comes to you."
You just scoffed at him and ate more of your sandwich.
The next day, it was a double podium for Mercedes with Lewis in P2 and George in third. With your brother on the top step of the podium, you were elated, grin broad and voice loud over the radio as you congratulated George for a race well done.
Then, you looked around the garage. Mick didn't know why until your eyes found him along the back wall. You were looking for him. You smiled (at him) and he was smiling back before he even had to think about it.
Being with you had always been easy. As kids, you never argued. You shared toys and always managed to find some weird, convoluted way to mash what you both wanted to do together.
Now that you had gotten over whatever misunderstandings that kept you apart for the last few years, it was easy again. There was never anything you two couldn't talk about. There was never awkward silence. There was never any want to not be near each other.
Mick spent all night celebrating Mercedes' 2-3 finish with you. It was easy to spend hours by your side, to stand too close, to look at you for too long. Once he had a few drinks, it was all too easy to speak his mind around you, lips loose and heart full.
"I missed you."
"I missed you, too, Micky."
"I mean I really missed you. All the time. I would think about you sometimes and miss what we used to have."
Your eyes were soft and focused only on him. He was barely tipsy from the alcohol but he was definitely drunk on you.
"Then, we were both in F1. But it was the pandemic and I was still worried you didn't want to see me. Then, when I was with Haas, I was so scared to approach you."
"Did I do something to make you think I hated you?"
"No, I was just in my head. And those months preparing for the season with Mercedes were the worst. You were so close but I was still too scared to talk to you."
"I wanted to talk to you, too," you admitted. "I thought about doing it sometimes but... I don't know. We hadn't spoken in so long and I was always so busy. I guess I was scared, too."
"I wish we had spoken sooner. We could have had this so much sooner."
"Had what sooner?"
"I don't know." That was a lie. "This. Us."
In all honesty, Mick didn't know what you two were. To anyone who asked, he would say old friends. But you were much more than that.
When he was ten, Mick kissed you for the first time. He had been in love with you since before he even understood what it meant. There was more heartbreak in the severing of your friendship than your families knew, more than either of you had known at that point.
And now, you were together again. Friends again. Except, friends don't sit knee to knee for hours at a time, wholly absorbed in nothing but each other in a raucous club with post-race celebrations going on all around them.
Friends don't let friends ghost their fingertips over the exposed skin of their shoulders, rest their hands on each other's thighs, play with the ends of their hair or the hem of their clothes.
"I missed us." Mick wondered if you knew what he meant by that.
You smiled (at him, again). "Me, too."
You were so close to him. Any sort of respectable distance was out the window. Your thighs were pressed together. You were sat sideways, head resting in your hand as you leaned an arm on the back of the couch.
He could sit up a little straighter and that was all it would take to reach your lips. He was seriously debating doing it.
Then, your brother smacked the back of your head as he was walking past, said something to you in Dutch that had you cursing at him in the same language.
"Hey, Mick," Max tossed at him with an uncomfortably knowing grin.
"Hey, Max."
Suddenly faced with the older brother of the woman he was just been fantasizing about kissing in the middle of a public space, Mick felt his face grow hot. He couldn't quite make eye contact with the eldest Verstappen child.
"Go away, Max," you told your brother with a glare.
Kelly took pity on you, dragging her boyfriend away.
"What did he say?" Mick asked you.
"'Get a room.'"
Mick laughed nervously, shifted away from you slightly. "Sorry, Iâ"
"Do you want to get out of here?"
Being with you had always been easy. It was maybe the easiest thing Mick had ever done to nod his head yes and let you drag him out of that club.
You sat too close in the cab ride back to the hotel. He stood too close in the elevator up to his hotel room. You held his arm as he fumbled with the keycard to get the door open.
You pushed at his chest to get him to sit on the edge of the bed. He went down willingly, kept his eyes on you the entire time. You stood between his legs, pushed his hair back, let him lean into your touch.
"Is this okay?" you asked.
Were you seriously asking that? He had turned into putty in your hands from just a few touches. You hadn't even kissed him yet.
"Mick," you insisted at his silence.
"Yes. It's okay. It is so okay. Don't stop. Please."
He couldn't find it in himself to be embarrassed by just how easily you had reduced him to begging.
Above him, you smiled before leaning down to press your lips to his. His neck was craned back; you had a hand on the back of his head and one on his shoulder to keep him in place. He let you dictate the pace, let you kiss him however you wanted.
It was slow at first, just your lips on his. You set the tempo low, moved your mouth at a torturous pace. You sucked his bottom lips between both of yours. When your tongue finally poked out, he let his jaw slacken, let you lick into his mouth without a need to fight against it.
You slid your tongue against his. The exchange of saliva was erotic and messy and left Mick panting against you. He gripped the backs of your thighs, adjusted his hips, tangled his fingers in the hem of your dress.
Mick slipped into German as he got lost in want. "Liebe, bitte. Bitte, ich brauche dich." [Baby, please. Please, I need you.]
And youâbrilliant, keen, genius youâknew what he was saying. When did you learn German? Did you remember enough of it from all the time you had spent with his family as a child? He had no clue.
"Sei geduldig. We will get there." [Be patient.]
"I have been patient for years. Please, Y/N."
You kissed him again to shut him up, faster, harder, sloppier this time. Your hand slid over the column of his throat, just resting there as nothing but a reminder. He keened into your mouth, the vibration getting caught by your hand.
"I love you," he gasped, out of breath.
You drew back.
Mick's heart stopped.
"You love me?"
He swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing against your hand. "Yes. I have since we were kids. I don'tâ I don't want this if this is all it will be. I want everything with you. I want you to love me, too."
Somehow, it was still easy for him to lay all his cards on the table, to let you see everything and wait for your verdict. He was terrified, yes, but he trusted you implicitly.
He loved you and only youâhe had only ever loved you this desperately and wholly, thirteen years apart be damned.
"I'm in love with you," he said.
You seemed breathless and speechless all at once.
He knows he said too much. It was definitely overwhelming to have all of that said to you with no warning but once he started, he couldn't stop. He had kept it all to himself for so long, watching from afar, never able to get close to you.
Now, here you were. He only hoped he had not read into things that were not there. He looked up at you, ice blue eyes wide and hopeful, patiently awaiting your response.
"I love you, too," you said on an exhale. "I'm in love with you, too. I thought I was crazy for it but I think I've always loved you."
Mick was not entirely convinced that this all wasn't some sick wet dream he would wake up from in the morning. He didn't care. He couldn't care, not when you slid your hand up to his jaw, held his face so gently, looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky.
"It's always been you, Mick."
He couldn't stop himself anymore. He pulled you close, guided your legs to either side of his hips, held your head and kissed you.
Dominance was shared this time as you kissed each other. You sighed into his mouth, a contented and wanting sound. You rested your arms on his shoulders as your tongues danced. His hands pushed up higher under the skirt of your dress, squeezing the soft skin of your upper thighs.
"Okay?" was the simple question he asked before taking things any further.
"Please."
Supporting your weight, Mick lifted you out of his lap and laid you out on your back. Hovering over you, he slid a hand up your dress to your hip. He caught the waistband of your underwear, glanced up at you to make sure.
You nodded.
He got both hands under your dress to pull your underwear off. He pushed your legs apart and you let them fall open, exposing yourself to him and he nearly moaned at the sight alone.
You were laid open and not quite bare with your dress still on but your pretty pink folds were in clear view. He had never expected to have you in any way, let alone spread open and ready to be ravished, but to say he hadn't imagine it two hundred times over would be a lie.
He moved down your body to kiss your left thigh, first closer to your knee then moving up so the soft, supple skin of your inner thigh. He let his breath fan over your pussy, felt the way you twitched at the sensation. Then, he kissed back down your right leg, trailing kisses down to your knee.
"Mick," you urged.
He bit back the repetition of your words about patience from earlier, instead deciding to be nice and lift your knees up over his shoulders, slide his arms under your legs to warp around and hold them in place, then settle in between your thighs like he had nowhere to be for quite some time.
Your folds were glistening in anticipation by the time his lips met them. He kissed over your aching core one, two, three painfully slow times before finally letting his tongue slot against your clit. His lips moved in tandem with his tongue, sucking and licking at the little bundle of nerves until you threw your head back and choked out a throaty moan.
"Mickâplease."
That was all the encouragement he needed.
Mick dropped his head to slide his tongue down between your folds, to press at your entrance over and over, lapping at your pussy in a way that could not care about saliva and slick dripping off his chin.
His nose nudged at your clit. Every breath in was nothing but the scent of you ingraining itself in his brain in a way he will never forget. He would never want to forget a single thing about you in that moment.
Not your scent or the taste of your cunt on his tongue. Not the feeling of your fingers tangling in his hair, not pushing or guiding just holding onto him like you just wanted to have your hands on him in any way you could. Not the way you breathed his name halfway between a moan and a cry, or how you arched your back as you were overwhelmed with bliss.
You were coming apart on his tongue and lips and nothing else. If he could save the taste of you and get high on it every night he would. If he could bottle the feeling of you trying not to squirm under the pleasure that he was bringing you, he would drink himself dumb a thousand times over.
"Mickâ!"
He hummed in perfect contentment as you cried his name in warning. Your muscles tensed, legs tried to close around his head as he worked you closer and closer to the edge. He just dug in more, ate you out more fervently, slipped his tongue inside of you until you were gasping from the feeling of it.
When he made you come the first time, it was with a cry of his name and panting moans as you bucked your hips up against his face. He worked you through it, kissing and licking at your clit until you were pushing at his head to pull him off.
When he lifted his face from between your thighs, his face was wet, covered in you and he loved it. You laughed breathlessly as you saw him, still shaking slightly from your orgasm.
"Jeez, Mick. When did you learn to go down on a girl like that?"
He was a little lightheaded and a lot pussy drunk, but he still knew better than to mention any girl he'd been with before. "I want you to be the only girl I ever go down on again."
"Good answer," you said, and pulled him up to kiss you as a reward.
You could probably taste yourself on his lips but didn't seem to care as you kissed him hungrily. You tugged at his shirt, so he pulled it over his head. You ran your hands over his torso unabashedly, feeling his stomach and shoulders, bringing goosebumps to his skin as you ran your fingernails down his chest.
Despite having you crumbling apart under his mouth not three minutes ago, when you climbed into his lap and started kissing his neck, Mick felt like he was short circuiting.
Your dress had fallen back over your hips to hide it but he knew you were uncovered underneath the silky fabric. If his pants were off, he could be inside of you right now.
He slid the straps of your dress off your shoulders as you gripped his jaw and tilted his head to the side to kiss at his neck some more. He went pliantly, moaned softly at the feel of your teeth tugging at the sensitive skin where his neck met his clavicle.
He reached around to your back to unzip your dress. When you slid your arms out of the straps and he pulled the top of the dress down, he was finally able to get his hands on your boobs, taking big handfuls of each.
You were still kissing and licking his neck, teasing your teeth against his skin every so often. When he ran his thumbs over your nipples until they were hard under his fingers, your breaths grew shaky. He carefully let his nails drag over the firm peaks, pinched them between his thumbs and forefingers and tugged until you were arching into him.
"So handsy," you commented breathlessly.
"I want to touch every inch of you until you can recognize me by feel alone."
Mick dropped his head between your breasts, kissed the skin there and the side of your boob before you pushed him back. He whined as you deprived him of becoming acquainted with another part of yourself he already knew he would never get enough of.
Then, you stood and stepped out of your dress to leave yourself bare. He couldn't find a reason to complain.
He was prepared to slide to the floor at your feet. Then, you beckoned him toward you.
You had him sit at the edge of the bed again. You dropped to your knees. You popped the button of his pants. You pulled his boxers down just enough, and then his cock was stood at full attention just in front of your face.
He cursed under his breath. You heard it and smirked before licking up the underside of his cock. You wrapped a warm hand around him, stroked him a few times while kitten licking at his tip.
"Y/N. Liebe, please. Y/N, please."
You were not as easily convinced to dive in and give Mick what he wanted as he was with you. You didn't change what you were doing, just continued to let the tip of your tongue dance along the top of his cock while your hand moved on him slowly.
You finally closed your lips over the head of his dick and Mick could have come from that and nothing more. You popped him out of your mouth with an audible noise. Mick groaned; you would be the death of him and he wouldn't even fight against it.
You shot him a Cheshire grin. The sight was lewd and unbelievably hot: you, with a hand around his cock and a big smile on your face like you enjoyed nothing more than sucking him off. Mick was going to combust if he wasn't inside of you in the next two minutes.
"Y/Nâ"
He tried to tell you as much but your mouth was on him again and he couldn't get the words out. You swirled your tongue around his head, then your jaw opened and and you took as much of him in your mouth as you could. It was warm and wet.
Your tongue flexed against the underside of his dick when it hit the back of your throat. He could feel himself press into your soft pallet until you had to come up for air with a slight gag.
He couldn't bring himself to make you stop when you went back in for more. His breaths were short and labored, legs tense under your free hand as he mentally and physically had to hold himself back from coming down your throat.
He could imagine how you would gag around him when he did, pulling up to take his load just behind your lips instead. You might open your mouth after he had finished, show him your handiwork as it was pooled on your tongue before swallowing it all.
"Y/N, you have to stop. I'm going to come."
You took him out of your mouth to press a sloppy kiss to his cock. You pouted up at him as you let his length rest against your face. He could feel your eyelashes against it when you blinked.
"You don't want me to make you come?"
"I don't want to be spent yet. Come lay down for me?"
You let him pull you off the floor, kissed him as you crawled up the bed and laid yourself out on your back. He managed to kick his pants and boxers off while searching his suitcase for a condom then get back over to you without tripping over his own feet.
You giggled at his eagerness. Your hands ran over his chest as he ripped the packet open and slid the condom on. Your legs were already parted for him as he positioned himself.
He glanced up at you, not nervous but checking in. Your gaze was set on where your two bodies were about to fit together, hungry and expectant. Who was Mick to deprive you of what you wanted?
Entering you was as easy as anything with you was. You were still soaked from Mick's saliva and your own fluids. Your mouth fell open and your walls fluttered around him. A moan croaked past your lips as you gripped his arms.
"Holy shit, Mick."
He had to be sure, so he asked, "Are you alright?"
"I'm in fucking ecstasy. Oh my god, baby."
Mick started moving his hips, long, slow strokes in and out as you keened beneath him, panting from almost nothing at all. He could live off the noises you made for him. He snapped his hips against yours, was rewarded with a gasp and startled little mewl and your fingernails digging into his biceps.
"Mick, please."
He continued the same slow pace. In and out, almost languid, near torture but so worth the desperate way you pulled at his shoulders and hips, physically trying to get him to speed up, to give you more.
"Mick. Go faster."
"I love you." Anything for you.
He made a smooth transition from rolling his hips against yours to making them a piston, pace and weight faster and harder. He bore down on you heavier. You cried out, dragging your nails down his back to only spur him on.
He sat back, pressed down on you with his hands on the backs of your knees to fold you in half. You couldn't easily get away from him when he had you pinned down like this, thighs spread wide and pussy bared to be split open on his cock. You tipped your head back and moaned loudly.
"You've got to try and be quiet, baby," he told you; you were still in a hotel.
"You're making it really difficult."
Mick grinned but eased off just a bit. "Sorryâ"
"Don't you fucking dare. Fuck me, Schumacher. Fuck me hard."
So, he did.
.
You were sticky, shaking, and more than satisfied when Mick was through with you. Three more orgasms, four different positions, and five I love you's later, you had passed out against Mick's chest after he had carefully wiped you clean.
The next morning, you and Mick came down for breakfast together. Max was already there; you usually ate breakfast with your brother if you were staying in the same hotel because there wasn't much time to see him elsewhere on race weekends.
When he clocked the way you and Mick were so casually close together, the little looks you kept sneaking, he smacked a hand on the table and pointed an accusatory finger in your face.
"I knew it!"
Mick went red.
You just rolled your eyes. "Shut up, Max."
. . .
a/n. this was partially inspired by this one max fic i read a while ago that i couldn't find again. it's schumacher!reader x max and reader is the one to tell michael about how jos treats max then reader and max reconnect years later. i think it was inspired by "seven" by taylor swift.
if anyone can find it/the author lmk and i'll give credit! hope you enjoyed <3
edit: credit is due to @mastermind123 (who i cannot tag for some reason) and their story, seven. go read it; itâs so cute!!
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A request for George after his win! Surprising him with lingerie underneath your outfit when he gets back to Monaco
âł A/NÂ Thank you for this, anon! I know you sent it after Austria but I wasn't quite feeling inspired until the events of his Belgian weekend. I know you must have been hoping for elation but we can't have the highs without the lows. This came of it (and was a great way to purge my feelings-)
âł Pairings:Â George Russell x Fem!Reader (NO use of y/n)
âł Word Count:Â 3.8k
âł Warnings:Â 18+, NSFW, oral (m receiving, kinda deep throating?), slight cum play, desecrating items that loosely symbolize the Mercedes AMG Petronas F1 team after the heartbreak of Sunday, July 28th, this is also incredibly unedited so don't come for me if it sucks LOL
George felt so out of place returning home empty handed. It was as if his mind hadnât processed what the fuck had happened. That morning, getting into the car, his goal was a podium at best. Suddenly, he had found himself on top step of all places after a risky one-stop race he managed to pull off against all odds. Then, in the midst of his elation, the news broke that he was disqualified for his car being 1.5kg underweight.Â
He could still feel the weight of the trophy in his hands, the shiny gold metal under his lips, the rapid thudding of his heartbeat in his ears as he was caught in the arms of his team. The team that had betrayed him with an underweight car and being the cause of his beautiful first place trophy to be snatched from his hands. Oh, God, he swore his heart had never hurt this badly after a race before in his entire career. Anger and sadness were a toxic, cruel mix.
It was a blessing and a curse that it was now summer break. On one hand, it gave him a good amount of time to catch his breath, recharge, and come back ready to fight. On the other hand, his disqualification left a pit in his stomach that he was going to be stuck feeling for the following three weeks until he could rewrite himself a new race. The whole flight back to Monaco, he just wanted to get home and curl into a ball and rot for three weeks. He angrily ranted in his head that he didnât want to see another statistic, another car, another person until Zandvoort, dammit.Â
But then he saw you, sitting in the warm light of the dining room when he stepped across the threshold of your modest apartment. He saw you and all the tension in his body just melted and he thanked God that you were his person he could see for the next three weeks.Â
Of course, you knew what had happened. If it wasnât thanks to the plethora of Formula 1 news and updates that were filling up your phone, it was the emotional texts from George, the tearful phone call from his drivers room, that undeniable connection you had to him that made your heart absolutely ache for him. The moment he stepped inside, you were shutting your laptop and taking the few quick strides across the hardwood floor and throwing your arms around him.Â
He melted into your arms like butter.
You instinctively slid your hands around his back, rubbing along his spine, feeling him exhale in your embrace like he hadnât been able to breathe the whole trip home. His strong arms wrapped around you tightly, burying his face in your neck with a shaky inhale as if trying to pull you into all of his senses.Â
âOh, my loveâŠâ you cooed gently, tangling your hand in the back of his hair to scratch your fingers through the roots consolingly, âYouâre home.â
George held onto you for a moment longer, accepting the comfort of your embrace, âYeah.â
You pulled away just far enough to share a fleeting chastĂ© kiss, your hands naturally finding each others between your bodies. You pressed another kiss to his cheek as his eyes drifted over your shoulder to look across the apartment. On the console table in the living room sat his trophy from Brazil and his trophy from Austria. Beside them, the empty space looked miles wide. It was supposed to be a trio. He had made it a trio.Â
He shut his eyes for a moment again in frustration and exhaustion, âI just want to sleep. Forget today ever happened.â
You studied his downcast gaze for a moment, the way he stared at your joint hands, your thumbs caressing his knuckles. In a whisper, you pitched in a soft light tone, âI was hoping we could celebrateâŠlike we usually do after a podium or a winâŠâ
George let out a dry laugh, âThereâs nothing to celebrate, love.â
âYes, there is.â you insisted strongly, âThis is still your win, no matter what the FIA says. Thatâs bullshit. This was the best race of your career and you won it on your own merits.â
âWhat do I have to show for it?â he retorted almost sharply, as if he didnât want to talk about this anymore, âNothing. Lewis got his 105th P1 trophy and I got nothing.â
âDonât say that.â you insisted, âHe got your P1 trophy. It was gifted to him, not earned.â
Georgeâs shoulders slumped, and he mumbled, âIt just hurts so bad.âÂ
âI know. I feel it too.â you breathed, âMy heart breaks for you. I wish there was something I could do to take away your hurt.â
âThereâs nothing you can do.â George sighed, defeated, stepping away from you to head farther into the kitchen to fetch himself a glass from the cupboard. âThe rules are the rules. Itâs a brutal sport and sometimes, honestly, itâs fucking unfair. Thereâs nothing either of us can do to make any of this feel better.â
You leaned forward on the peninsula countertop, watching as he poured himself a glass of water. His face was still stone and flat despite the flush of his cheeks from the hurricane of emotions stirring within him for the last however many hours. He didnât deserve this. Despite everything, you knew that there was something you could do to at least take his mind off of the chaos and upset of the day. Your lips pursed in thought and then you replied to his statement in a blasĂ© tone, âFine. Then I guess I shouldnât bother with your surprise.â
He perked up a little, almost like a dog, his eyes snapping back over to you as he stopped pouring, âWhat surprise?âÂ
You shrugged modestly and took a step back from the counter, letting your hands fall to your sides, âOh, nothing. You donât want to celebrate soâŠâ
âWell, hold on a second,â George put the water filter back in the fridge and closed it so he could give his full attention to you. The peninsula stretched between you, the clink of his glass on the countertop the only sound for a moment. He spoke again, eyes trained on you, âYou got me something?â
âOf sorts.â you took another step away, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt, âIâll show you, but youâre not up for it soâŠâ
Georgeâs eyes followed the movement of your hands as you started to pull up the bottom of your shirt, his eyebrows slowly raising with it in anticipation. You finally dropped your shirt to the ground, revealing the lacy teal bra you wore, the fabric standing out against your skin. Around your waist rested a matching teal garter belt that accentuated your curves, its silk straps disappearing down past the waistband of your slacks. His tongue darted out between his lips habitually at the sight of you, eyes skimming down your body as you dropped your pants and kicked them to the side to show off the matching pair of panties on your hips and the lace garters that hugged your thighs.Â
âJesus.â George exhaled.Â
âAn untimely choice for Petronas teal,â you said casually, your tone holding a playful smirk, âbecause I know weâre mad at the team right now butâŠmaybe that just means you can tear it off me.â
He just blinked at you, âYes.â
âYeah?â your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, biting back your smile, fingers tracing the shape of your breasts in the cups of your bra, âSuddenly youâre up for your surprise?âÂ
âIt is certainly a well welcomed distraction.â George replied, basically speaking to your chest.Â
âThink itâll make you feel better?âÂ
âLoads.â
âWhere do you want it? Bedroom orâŠ?â
George took a step back from the counter and snapped his fingers to the floor at his feet, âRight here.â
Who were you to deny George Russell a damn thing?Â
You sauntered around the counter and into the kitchen where he stood, slinging an arm around his shoulders as you both leaned in for a kiss. It was quick and simple and his hands fell to your hips as your lips met again, sharing a few more soft close-mouthed kisses as if testing the waters. After a moment, he tilted his head to the side a little and parted your lips with his own before locking your bottom one between his two.Â
Your small moan had him breaking away from that kiss to quickly move in for another, raising a hand up to the side of your face to hold you there. You swore you could taste the remanence of champagne on his tongue as it nudged against yours; a reminder that he was the winner through and through. In everything but the obvious, he was the winner. Your winner.Â
Butterflies shot through your stomach as he deepened your kisses, resting his thumb under your chin to guide you into each one and you followed his lead with ease. The two of you fell into a familiar rhythm of lips and tongues, filling the kitchen with the lewd sound of your kisses. Georgeâs hand was warm against the small of your back, resting there politely for a few moments, just above the fabric of your panties.Â
Your hands slid down his chest over his t-shirt, blindly fisting the material with a nudge upwards to silently get him to take it off. He pulled away from your lips long enough to do just that, aimlessly letting his shirt fall onto the countertop. His eyes were already falling half-lidded and lustful, staring at you almost down his nose with this sinful expression and this bite to his swollen bottom lip that could have had you dropping your knees in an instant. Instead, you dusted a kiss to his angular jaw line, his neck, his throat; feeling his small groan under your lips.Â
You kissed down his chest, between his pecs, over his abs - your hands trailing after sensually, rising goosebumps over his tanned skin. As you sank to your knees in front of him on the kitchen floor he pulled in a shaky inhale, his fingers carding through your hair.Â
âMy three time race winner.â you purred up to him as you slowly unbuttoned his slacks, moving slowly and sensually to drag it on a little longer, building on that anticipation that thudded warmth through his veins. âI think you deserve a reward for your performance today.â
Before he could reply with any kind of half-self-deprecating rebuttal about his unfair disqualification, your hand was slipping through his fly and giving his clothed cock a squeeze over his underwear. George withered slightly, words dying at his lips, channeling his emotions into the reassurance of your touch and how much he had missed your presence throughout the weekend. You always knew how to take his mind away from the darkest places.Â
âMm,â you hummed contently as you palmed him strongly, feeling the thick shape of him pressing against your hand through his briefs, âalready getting hard for me, arenât you?â
George breathed out a dreamy, âYeah.â
You tugged at the waistband of his slacks a little to force him a half step closer, just so you could lean in and press a slow, open mouthed kiss to the bulge he was hiding beneath the fabric. Your eyes fluttered up to look at his face, finding him already staring down at you, and you sent him a sultry smile with your fingers linking in the waistband of his underwear
Without a word, you pulled them and his slacks down his legs, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip as you watched him be revealed before your eyes. You had seen him naked and uncountable number of times but in moments like that, he still managed to take your breath away.Â
You left his pants and underwear forgotten around his ankles as your priority quickly shifted to something far more pressing. In a gentle hand, you cupped his balls and his dick in one go, feeling the weight of him hungrily. Your unwavering gaze stared at how he stiffened up some more right before your eyes, forcing you to habitually lick your lips. You were salivating.Â
âMy God, baby,â you breathed, giving him a tender squeeze just to pull a groan from his chest, âYou have such a pretty cock.â
âAll yours.â George replied easily, his accent thick with lust, his slender fingers still brushing through your hair.Â
âAll mine.â you echoed.Â
Keeping his eye contact, you leaned in to purse your lips and press a slow, wet kiss right to the tip. His chest shuddered through his next inhale at your action, staring down at you wide-eyed and needy.Â
You raised your other hand to join your first, using one to cradle his balls while the other held his cock steady for you to press another precise kiss to the head. Turning to press another kiss to the length, you hummed in appreciation for the warmth under your lips. Holding him tenderly in your hands, you tried not to smirk too wide at your own ridiculousness as you teased up to him, âI dunno how they declared your car underweight when you were carrying this heavy load.âÂ
George let out a breathy genuine laugh, shutting his eyes for a second and lolling his head back in disbelief over your corny words, âJesus, love.â
âSo delicious.â you hummed, licking your lips before teasingly lapping at the tip with your tongue, earning a tight gasp from his throat. âSo, so, delicious.âÂ
Keeping your hands in place, you swirled your tongue around the swollen head of his cock before settling your lips around it for a soft suckle. Your eyes fluttered closed as you stayed like that for a moment, testing the waters, giving him the slightest suction and warmth of your mouth.Â
âDarling-â George withered, his hand slipping to the back of your head to try and pull you deeper.Â
You pulled back again, pausing just long enough to spit on it, letting your hand start to move to slick him up in it, before you answered innocently, âWhat is it?â
George chuckled breathily, âYou are such a tease.â
You smiled sweetly up at him, keeping your hand moving in precise twisting strokes, âDoes my race winner want me to suck his dick? Give him his reward for a job well done?â
You dribbled more spit onto the tip, letting your hand move a little faster. He inhaled sharply at the change in pace, fingers almost tugging at the back of your hair with need to get your mouth back on him. You held back.
âPlease, love, I need it. I need your mouth.â George purred, his voice dreamy and rich.
âAnd you deserve it.â you reminded him.
And then you were swallowing him up in one smooth motion.Â
âO-Oh, fuck-â George gasped sharply, his entire body flinching at the sudden presence of your warm, wet mouth around him. His eyes screwed shut and his jaw clenched, trying to keep his composure with a stiff grunt.Â
He tasted warm and slightly salty against your tongue, resting thick and heavy in your mouth. You could have stayed there on your knees with him just settled in your mouth all night but the desire to bring him pleasure outweighed your selfishness. So, you started moving in slow bobs of your head with your hand still snug around the base to keep him where you needed him.Â
Up and down, in and out, slowly and surely. You kept your tongue running along the underside of his thick cock with every stroke, making sure to hollow your cheeks every time you pulled back. You knew what he liked.Â
George never pushed you but he always encouraged you; his hand resting on the back of your head and following your motions to help you keep your tame pace, only pulling you along the slightest bit. He was staring down at you with a lascivious gaze, long lashes hiding dilated blue eyes, swollen pink lips parted to let out breathy gasps and soft moans. You pushed yourself a little deeper.Â
âCrikey-â
His ridiculous exclamation had you letting out a small wet laugh that, given that your mouth was full of dick, sounded more like a gag than anything. His fingers tightened in your hair with a handsome moan from his chest, wanting to make you do that again.Â
You slowly nuzzled your mouth farther, choking slightly on him until your eyes were watering and spit was trickling down your chin. When he reached as far as you could easily take him, your body lurched with a wet gag and you pulled away.Â
âFuck, love, youâre insatiable.â George praised.Â
You took a second to catch your breath, smiling proudly up at him as your hand took over for your mouth for a moment. The slick sound of your spit under every quick pump of your palm filled the otherwise silent kitchen, luring more melodic moans from your belovedâs throat. Everything about him was perfect to you; a perfect man who deserved the entire world. When someone tried to take the world from him, you would do everything in your power to try and make it better for him.Â
With a lick and a bite to your spitty lips, you dropped your gaze from his face to your hand, watching how he looked with your fingers wrapped around his thick girth. Your other hand still cradled his balls, giving them a little squeeze and caress at the same time.Â
Georgeâs free hand dropped to the counter beside him, suddenly in need of support to keep himself upright.
You giggled sweetly and leaned in to kiss his leaking tip, once, twice, and then you were wrapping your lips around it again. This time, your hand kept going, moving in firm twisting strokes in time with your mouth. George panted from above you, fingers tangled in your hair, his hips trying not to nudge into your touch at the same time, not wanting to hurt you in the process.Â
But you gladly took the initiative, gagging yourself on his cock until tears were stinging your eyes and your senses were taken up entirely by him. The scent of sex lingered in your nostrils, filling the kitchen, swirling around the two of you in a salacious cloud. It was a reminder of the balance of your lust and love, the connection you shared, how you would never stray from giving him the best treatment - no matter how filthy.
George let out a string of expletives under his breath as you worked him graciously, his eyes screwing shut. You could feel how he throbbed in your hand, already so close, so you slowed a little before pulling away again.Â
He groaned in displeasure at being edged but you didnât let him linger in that for too long. Instead, you asked him, âWhere do you want to cum?â
Not having anticipated that question, Georgeâs eyes fluttered open, his eyebrow furrowed in slight confusion as he processed your words through his lust. He licked his lips, bit them, let out a little hum in thought. Then, his gaze dropped to that pretty little set you were wearing. His eyebrows raised with a slight nod towards you, âOn those perfect fucking tits.â
You smiled slyly up at him and kept your hand going, âWhatever you want, race winner.â
âJesus, youâre so good to me.â he exhaled, taking his hand from your hair to take over for you.Â
You let go of his cock, spitting on it once more to make sure he was plenty wet, and for a second you just watched as he stroked himself up to that same speed you had going prior. Right in your face, his large hand jacked himself off in frustrated tugs behind heavy breaths, staring down at you with an intense purpose behind his eyes.Â
Lifting up onto your knees a little more, you used your hands to push your breasts together in your lacy teal bra so it was right up close to him. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip for a moment as you just took in the sights and sounds of it, watching him use you to get off.Â
âThatâs itâŠcome on.â you encouraged warmly, glancing up at his face with a lick to your lips.Â
The pleasure that was rippled across his face was gorgeous, right down to the hints of pink across his cheeks that stretched down the sides of his neck and the slight scrunch of his nose. So concentrated, on a one track mind.Â
âThatâs it,â you repeated, looking at his hand on his cock again, in a dizzy haze at how hot the sight was. You pressed your breasts together a little more, the teal fabric standing out in the warm light of the kitchen, and you let your stream of consciousness out to get him there faster, âThatâs it. Show me how you feel about your team right nowâŠhow you hate the sight of this colour right now. Come on. Ruin it. Desecrate it. Thatâs it, baby, come on.â
âFuck-â George choked out.Â
âUh huh. Come on, baby. Ruin it. Thatâs it.â you nodded him on, speaking a little louder as his moans and gasps rose in volume and pitch.Â
And then, pretty spurts of white were shot across your chest as he moaned handsomely through the kitchen. You shifted slightly to make sure he got most of it on the bra itself, thrilled on the symbolism of what he just did entailed.Â
âThatâs it.â you purred as he faded out of his orgasm, âBeautiful.âÂ
You reached up to set your hand around his on his throbbing dick, leaning in to clean up the tip with an eager tongue and a few little suckles, making him hiss in sensitivity. Your smiling eyes locked on his face as you sat back on your haunches again, wiping your mouth and chin with your thumb before your fingers were trailing through his cum splattered across your chest and you smeared it over your bra some more. He watched you breathlessly, only letting out a soft groan as you licked your fingers off.Â
Without tearing your eyes away from his, you stated teasingly, âNext time weâll break into Brackley and have you cum all over the trophy that should have stayed yours.â
George couldnât even word a response for a second between your outlandish âideaâ and the fact that you took his wrist and guided his fingers into your mouth just after. His lips trying to form a reply to no avail, wide eyes staring down at how you sucked his fingers clean, before all he could do was let out a breathy huff of laughter and turn his head away from your insistent gaze. His pleasured, suddenly shy silence spoke volumes. You grinned proudly up at him.Â
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Iâd let the world burn for you
Unsub!Spencer Reid x bimbo!fem!reader
Spencer Reid is obsessed with you. He stalks you. Removes anyone whoâs possibly a threat to you. But eventually, thatâs not enough. He has to take you. And keep you forever.
Requested by anonymous! Hope you enjoy! W.C Over 1.5K thank you to @xxbimbobunnyxx for helping me!!
Warnings! Talks of violence! Stalking! Murder! Non graphic! Kidnapping! Drugging! Oral!male receiving! Unprotected sex! Breeding kink! Light restraining! Praise! Light degrading!
You were the BAUâs little sweetheart. The pretty girl who everyone loved and wanted to protect. You had a tendency to get yourself in dangerous situations and Spencer knew he would have to use his work computer to justâŠmake sure you were safe.
He had no guilt when he installed the cameras in your apartment when you were gone. He had to. How else would he make sure you were okay? He had to follow you around in his car when you took walks. Spencer never imagined heâd have the ability to kill outside of the job but when he saw you bringing in a date, it was second nature to shove a needle into the males neck and drag him off into the woods as he left your house.
It was all for your best interest. You were his little doll. An angel. Spencer didnât come forward about this to anyone. His secret life where he kept in close proximity with you outside of work.
Hotch paired you with him as a partner as you both went to the family of the victim's house today. You were better with emotions than he was concerning consoling families. Your soft eyes and sweet words had a tremendous effect on them as they mourned.
Spencer idly watched in the corner as he examined their behavior. Everyone was drawn to you and your magnetic presence. It also made him angry. You were his. Someone he wanted to keep locked away from everyone.
After learning about the victim, you both got into the car and you crossed your legs. Your soft curves filled out your work pants as you applied a coat of lipgloss in the mirror. âSpencer, why does Hotch never let me interview families alone?â
Spencer withheld the urge to set a hand on your arm and tell you it was because you were simply unable to handle it. âHe just wants to make sure youâre safe.â
âI do carry a gun. Just like the rest of you.â You rolled your eyes and snapped the mirror shut. You huffed, pouting your lips and he felt his cock twitch.
âCarrying a firearm is a lot of responsibility. The statistics of gun misuse are alarming and rising.â You giggled at his words and he almost started trembling.
âYouâre so cute! I love it when you talk about dorky things!â You reached over and ruffled his hair. Spencer gripped the steering wheel tightly as he managed to smile.
God, he needed you. Heâd never felt this carnal desire for someone before. Spencer went his whole life being pushed around until you. He killed for you. He followed you. Kept tabs on you through his computer and phone.
Of course, you didnât know that as he stared at his screen while you slept in the hotel room. His own room down the hallway. Spencer watched as you turned soundlessly in bed. Cute little pajamas adorned your perfect body as you held a stuffed animal.
Spencer didnât know how it could possibly escalate from murdering men you dated previously but he was corrected. Two days later, you had chased down the unsub in an abandoned building but had been knocked out cold. When he caught up, seeing you crumpled on the floor with a bloody nose; Spencer snapped. He emptied his clip on the male and then beat his dead body.
Thatâs when he knew he loved you.
And thatâs when he would do what it took to keep you away from all the bad people in the world.
When you all flew home, Spencer had it planned. He got rid of the bodies. Created a sanctuary for you in his basement. He had inherited his childhood home and took time perfecting it. Gathering your favorite things. Clothing. Everything you needed to be happy. He couldnât live with himself if you werenât happy. So then, he called you and asked if you needed a ride to work the next day. However, you didnât know that he had requested that day off. Forged an entire document explaining you were being transferred to another state to Hotch. It was approved.
Your family lived far away so it wouldnât be surprising if you went out of contact for a few weeks. Enough time to make sure you knew he wasnât going to hurt you or let anyone take you from him.
Spencer eyed the coffee in the cup holder on the passenger seat as you slid into the car with a bubbly smile. âHi Spencer! Thanks for the ride!â He grinned.
âYeah! No problem. I uh-got you something.â He cleared his throat and you smiled.
âThank you! Youâre so sweet.â You took a long sip and happily twirled your hair.
Spencer shuddered and swallowed harshly. It was working. You blinked slowly, biting your lip and you looked at him. âSpencer. I donât feel so good. I feelâŠtired.â
He nodded. âJust close your eyes. We will be there soon.â You drifted off into sleep against the window and a sick sensation came over him.
Spencer carried your unconscious body into the house minutes later, his heart thudding against his ribcage as he delicately changed your clothes. Your perfect body and skin made him drool as he dressed you. Putting you into a little nightgown, knee socks and lace panties. They were your favorite color. His cock was throbbing as he tried not to focus too hard on your cunt.
Not yet.
He locked the door and waited for you to wake. The decorated room is lit up by string lights. He hoped youâd like it. Stuffed animals. Spencer also had a drawer full of toys that he would see you use on your pussy. Spencer actually hadnât touched himself the whole time he watched you. He wanted to cum inside you. Breed that precious cunt.
His cum was only for you.
When you started to stir, Spencer carefully climbed into bed as you whimpered with confused blinks. âShhhh, youâre okay. Everything is okay nowâŠ.â
You shifted in bed, looking down and then feeling your clothes. âSpencer? Whatâs going on? Why-why am I here?â He gently smoothed your hair and tenderly stroked your cheek.
âItâs okay. I had to do it. I had to keep you safe. No one is ever going to hurt you again. Youâre gonna stay here with me.â He softly smiled when you examined the room.
âYouâŠdid all this?â
He nodded warmly. âYeah. All for you. Just for you, princess. You wonât have to do anything. Just let me take care of you. Forever. Donât be scared. I will never let any of those men near you. I took care of them.â
âYou were the oneâŠâYou whispered. âI didnât think youâd actually do it.â
Spencer cocked his head to the side. âYou knew I was watching you?â
You bat your eyelashes with and rub your thighs together. âMhm. I liked the attention. I always thought you were cute. But I didnât think you actually liked me this much.â
Spencer shook his head and rested his hand on your legs. âI love you. And I killed for you. And Iâll do it again. Youâre gonna stay here with me. I need to keep you safe. Can you do that?â
You nodded rapidly with a hazy smile. âYes. Of course. I want to stay here with you, Spencer.â And then you kissed him.
Spencer felt like he was on fire as he returned the kiss by hungrily mounting you. He straddled you, his hands wandering all over your body. This was it. This was exactly what he needed. You knew this was the right thing to do. Spencer swirled his tongue in your mouth, nibbling your lower lip as he maneuvers your panties to the side.
âSpencer, let me taste you,â You begged against his mouth. âLet me show you how thankful I am.â Spencer moaned as he allowed you to move him on his back. You tugged off his trousers and underwear. His dick slapped against his thigh and you lowered down. Your tongue lapped at his tip with drool gathering at the corners and you fondled his balls.
He threw his head back and his hand buried in your hair. âFuck, feels so good,â He praised as you hummed and took him further in your throat. You bobbed your head up and down, working him over with your tongue at the same time and pulled back. You wrapped your lips around his balls and sucked. He saw you grind on the mattress and whine when he thrusted into your mouth.
You groaned and gagged on his dick but kept going. Spencerâs vision went white as he saw you shudder and shake as you continued sucking. âDid you just fucking cum?â He asked and you nodded with tears in your eyes.
He manhandled you around, pulling you off his cock and he was shoving it inside your pussy. Spencer lost control as he pinned your wrists down and moved into you roughly. âSuch a tight pussy. Youâre such a good girl. I knew you were perfect. Youâre such a good slut for me. I needed you so bad.â
You cried out with a fucked out and your eyes rolled back as he reached down and massaged your clit at the same time. âCum in me, please, please, please!â You begged and a sadistic smile came over Spencer.
âIâm gonna breed this perfect pussy. Cover you in it then fuck some back in. Nothing is gonna go to waste. Youâre mine and you always have been.â Spencer kept his promise as he came inside you as a scream escaped your throat. He yanked out, pumping himself to coat your stomach before he gathered it with his hand and fucked it back in with a thrust. âGonna fuck a baby in you. Just breed you over and over again. Youâre never getting away from me. Youâre mine. Say it!â
âIâm yours!â You wailed and wrapped your legs around his waist as pleasure overcame you. Spencer released your hands and you dug your nails into his back, sliding them into his hair. You pulled him down to your lips. You moaned loudly against his mouth.
âIâm yours, Iâm yours, I'm yours.â He sighed in satisfaction before heaving your legs over his shoulders.
âIâm just gonna use your holes until you canât take it anymore.â He would burn the world for you yes. But he would also make you his personal whore.
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Kiss it away| Spencer Reid
A/N:This is my first time writing a sub Spencer, so it may not be as good as my other smut pieces. But I still hope you enjoy. This is also partially requested as someone wanted a sub!Spencer. Please tell me if you want more sub! Spencer. Iâve also started writing the first chapter of Mind Games, and honestly Iâm really looking forward to posting it on here.
Summary: Spencer is suffering with a migraine, you find a natural way to help relieve his pain, with some natural analgesics.
Content: Smut and fluff. Fem!reader. Dom!reader. Sub!Spencer. established relationship/dynamic Praise kink. Handjob (M!receiving). Oral(M!receiving). Vaginal penetration (P in V). Cream-pie. No mentions of contraception. Pet names (Good boy. Sweet boy). Migraines/pain. A tiny mention of Spencers addiction(literally in passing/referencing why he wouldnât want medication). Vulnerability. Caring reader. Use of Y/N. Suggestive ending. 18*
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Spencer, the man known for talking peopleâs heads off and giving everyone unwanted statistics, was being unusually quiet. In fact he didnât really seem to be all there. He kept rubbing his head and couldnât seem to be in bright rooms for prolonged periods of time.
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Even when you two were at home together, he wouldnât talk much to you. Instead, he would shut himself in the spare room with the lights turned off and the curtains drawn. You didnât know what to do, or how to help. You knew he wouldnât want any medication, so all you could do was try and offer a helping hand.
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Before going to work one morning, you decided to ask him if he was okay to go to work. You were sure that everyone would understand him wanting to stay home if was feeling this ill.
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âHey, Spencer. Are you okay? Youâve being acting off lately. Are you sure you want to go into work today? Weâve not been called out into the field or anything.â
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Spencer looked up from his coffee, his eyes bloodshot and distant. He gave a weak smile, but it didn't reach his eyes.
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"I appreciate your concern," he murmured, his voice barely rising above a whisper. "But I can't stay home. I need to keep my mind occupied, even if it feels like it's tearing me apart."
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You watched him closely, the worry etching deeper lines upon your face. Spencer had always been a man of routine, finding solace in the structure and predictability of his work. But now, there was something far more sinister lurking beneath the surface.
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"Spencer, please," you pleaded softly, taking a step closer to him. "You don't have to suffer alone. We can figure this out together. Maybe it's time to seek some help."
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âIâve already being to the doctors; they couldnât see anything wrong. So, please let me go into work.â Though his voice barely crept above a whisper, you could sense the anger.
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You sighed, feeling the weight of his frustration and desperation. You knew how much he valued his work, how it gave him purpose and stability. But seeing him like this, so lost and distant, it tore at your heart.
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âIâm going to call in sick, handsome. Please join me in staying home today, let me take care of you.â
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Spencer's eyes flickered with uncertainty, a mixture of gratitude and resistance fighting within him. He seemed torn between his desire to protect you from the darkness that plagued him and his fear of burdening you with his own struggles.
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"I don't want to hold you back," he whispered, his voice trembling with vulnerability. "You deserve someone who can give you the happiness you deserve."
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Your heart ached at his selfless words, for they only made you love him more. You reached out and gently cupped his face, your touch tender and full of reassurance.
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"Spencer," you murmured, your voice laced with determination. "Happiness is not something I seek outside of us. It is in being with you, in trying to help shoulder your burden. Let me be here for you."
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His eyes searched yours, tears shimmering in their depths. Slowly, he nodded, relinquishing the weight he had been carrying alone for far too long.
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âOkay.â He whispered, his voice trembling with a mixture of relief and vulnerability. "Okay, maybe staying home with you today wouldn't be such a bad idea."
You called Hotch, who was very understanding, and told him that you were both taking the day off work.
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You closed all the curtains and kept only a little lamp on and told him to make himself as comfortable as possible. His sat down on the sofa, with his cup of coffee in hand. You decided to do some research, to see what possible ways you could help ease his pain.
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Through your research, you saw that orgasms can help, as they act as a natural analgesic. You didnât know if that was something Spencer would be willing to try, but you knew it was worth a shot.
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You took a deep breath, feeling a mix of nervousness and determination as you approached Spencer. Sitting down beside him on the sofa, you gently placed a hand on his thigh.
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"Spencer," you began softly, trying to find the right words amidst the heaviness in the room. "I've been doing some research, and I came across something that might help... It's a bit unconventional, but... orgasms can actually act as a natural analgesic. They release endorphins that can alleviate pain and promote relaxation."
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Spencer blinked, surprise flickering in his eyes as he processed your words. You could see the wariness and scepticism etched across his face, but there was also a glimmer of hope.
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âWould you like to try it; you donât need to do anything. Iâm going to do all the work.â Spencer's gaze met yours, his apprehension slowly fading as a small spark of curiosity ignited within him. He knew the pain that haunted him was not physical, but if there was a chance that this unconventional method could provide even a momentary respite from the torment in his mind, he was willing to give it a try.
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"I trust you," he whispered, his voice laced with vulnerability and gratitude. "If there's a chance it might help, then let's give it a shot."
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âNow thatâs my good boy. Iâm going to make you feel better, okay?â Your voice was light, soft and caring.
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You led him into the bedroom, making sure that he would be comfortable. You slowly took of his clothes, making sure to be delicate. Â You could feel the tension and anticipation building between you as each article of clothing was removed. Spencer stood before you, his naked body exposed and vulnerable. You took a moment to appreciate the sight before you, the way his gaze met yours with a mix of trust and longing.
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With gentle hands, you guided him to lie down on the bed, his body sinking into the soft sheets. The dim light cast a warm glow across the room, creating an intimate atmosphere that felt like a sanctuary from the outside world.
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You positioned yourself beside him, your fingers trailing delicately along his skin. Every touch was deliberate, filled with tenderness and a desire to ease his pain. Slowly, you let your hand travel lower, caressing the sensitive skin just below his belly button.
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Spencer's breath hitched, his chest rising and falling with measured anticipation. His eyes never left yours, as if seeking reassurance that this act of intimacy was meant to heal rather than exploit.
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âI love you, my sweet boy. I would do anything to help you. Do you understand?â
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Spencer nodded, his voice barely a whisper. "I love you too," he replied, his words filled with gratitude and vulnerability. He trusted you implicitly, knowing that your intentions were pure and genuine.
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As you continued your gentle caresses, your fingers slowly descended further, tracing the outline of his growing arousal. The weight of his pain seemed to lift slightly as pleasure began to replace it, inch by inch. Your touch was delicate and purposeful, seeking to provide comfort and relief rather than raw desire.
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Spencer's breath hitched again, a soft gasp escaping his lips as your fingertips brushed over the sensitive head of his penis. His eyes fluttered closed momentarily, his body relaxing into your touch as you continued to stroke him with soothing care.
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With each stroke, the tension in his body seemed to dissipate further. His muscles softened beneath your touch, the knots of anguish gradually unravelling as pleasure washed over him in waves. In this moment of intimacy and vulnerability, he allowed himself to let go of the weight he had been carrying. The pain that had consumed him for so long began to fade into the background, replaced by a newfound sense of relief and release.
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You watched the transformation unfold, your heart swelling with both love and pride. This was more than just physical pleasure; it was a catharsis, a moment of respite amidst the storm that raged within Spencer's mind.
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As you continued to stroke him, your movements became more purposeful, more focused on unlocking the pleasure hidden beneath the layers of his pain. You could feel his body responding to your touch, his breath quickening and his muscles tensing with anticipation.
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"Let go, Spencer," you whispered, your voice laced with both tenderness and command. "Surrender to the pleasure, let it wash over you and carry away the darkness."
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His eyes snapped open, meeting yours with a mix of vulnerability and trust. He took a deep breath, releasing it slowly as he allowed himself to fully surrender to the pleasure that enveloped him. The heaviness in his mind melted away, replaced by a blissful ecstasy that radiated through his body.
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You continued to stroke him, your movements steady and sure, attuned to his every response. The room was filled with the sounds of his gasps and moans, mingling with the soft rhythm of your touch. With each stroke, the tension in his body unravelled further, making room for a profound sense of release and relief.
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Spencer's muscles twitched beneath your fingertips, his body trembling on the precipice of something powerful. His breath hitched as he teetered on the edge of climax, teetered on the edge of being released from the chains of his pain. And then, with a shuddering groan, he let go.
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His whole body convulsed as an intense wave of pleasure coursed through him, washing away the thoughts that tormented him.
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âOh, my sweet handsome boy, look at the mess youâve made. I guess I better clean it up, huh? Would you like that?â
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Spencer didnât answer for a while, he was still coming down. As he caught his breath, he let out a âyesâ. You lowered your head, making sure to give him a trail of kisses.
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You lowered your head, pressing soft kisses along his abdomen as you made your way down to his spent cock. The taste of him was familiar and comforting, a reminder of the intimate connection you shared. With each gentle lick and suck, you cleaned him up, taking care to savour every drop.
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Spencer's body relaxed further against the bed, his muscles loosening as a blissful satisfaction settled over him. His chest rose and fell with deep breaths, the weight of his pain replaced by a gentle calmness that washed over him.
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âYou donât weâve finished yet though. Do you?â
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Spencer's eyes fluttered open, his gaze meeting yours as a flicker of anticipation danced in his eyes. The words hung heavy in the air, a promise of continued pleasure and release. He shook his head slightly, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.
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"No, I don't think we're finished," he replied, his voice filled with a newfound sense of confidence and desire. "I want to keep going."
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You smiled back at him, a mix of adoration and mischief dancing in your eyes. Your hand gently cupped his cheek, your thumb brushing over his bottom lip.
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"Good boy," you murmured, your voice dripping with satisfaction. "Let's see just how far we can take this."
With a mischievous glimmer in your eyes, you leaned down and captured Spencer's lips in a searing kiss. Your hands roamed over his bare skin, tracing every dip and curve, as desire coursed through your veins.
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Spencer's body responded eagerly to your touch, his hands gripping the sheets as he arched into your caress. His kisses grew hungrier, more desperate, as if he sought solace not only from his pain but from the world itself. There was an unspoken understanding between you, an unquenchable hunger that demanded to be sated.
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You slowly lowered yourself back to his cock. As you worked your mouth up and down his length, your hand stroked his thigh, adding to the sensations coursing through him. Spencer's moans grew louder and more desperate with each passing moment, his body arching off the bed as he surrendered to the ecstasy that washed over him.
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You could feel the tension building in him once again, his breath quickening, his muscles tightening. With a final stroke of your tongue, you brought him to the edge once more, guiding him over it with expert precision.
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His release was explosive, his body convulsing in waves of pleasure. You swallowed every drop, savouring the taste as if it were a decadent treat.
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âDo you think you can give me another?â He slowly nodded your head, as he found himself unable to speak.
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You moved off the bed so you could undress yourself. Spencerâs eyes scanning your body, he couldnât believe how lucky he was. With each piece of clothing that fell to the floor, Spencer's anticipation grew. He watched you undress, soaking in the sight of your bare skin, the contours of your body that held a promise of pleasure. The desire in his eyes mirrored your own, a hunger that demanded to be satisfied.
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As you climbed back onto the bed, naked and eager, Spencer's hands reached out instinctively to touch you. Each caress was filled with longing and need, his fingertips tracing the lines of your body as if memorizing every curve.
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Your skin tingled under his touch, and you couldn't help but gasp at the electricity that coursed through your veins. It was as if every nerve ending in your body had awakened, craving the pleasure that only Spencer could provide.
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With a gentle push, you urged Spencer to lie back on the bed, his body surrendering to your desires. Your lips sought out his with an urgency born from months of pent-up longing and anticipation. The taste of him was intoxicating, a heady mixture of desire and need.
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âYou havenât been able to cum yet. Please let me help you out?â His voice was cracking, his eyes pleading for you to let him do anything.
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âMy sweet boy, I told you I was going to be doing all the work. Just relax.â
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Spencer nodded, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and desire. He allowed himself to sink into the mattress, surrendering control over his pleasure to you completely. You straddled him, positioning yourself just above his aching need, teasing him with the anticipation of what was to come.
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You began to slowly grind against him, the friction between your bodies sending waves of pleasure coursing through both of you. Each movement was deliberate, calculated to build the tension and desire that simmered just beneath the surface. Spencer's hands grasped at your hips, pulling you closer, desperate for more contact.
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But you kept your pace torturously slow, denying him the release he yearned for. Each time he tried to thrust upwards, seeking more contact, you gently but firmly held him down, reminding him who was in control.
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"You're doing so well," you whispered as you leaned down to capture his lips in a searing kiss. "Just a little longer. I promise it'll be worth the wait."
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Spencer's body trembled beneath you, his fingers digging into your skin as he fought against the overwhelming need for release. His eyes were glazed with desire, his lips parted in a silent plea for more. The intensity of his desire mirrored your own, and you reveled in the power you held over him.
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With each tantalizing movement of your hips, you could feel yourself growing wet and swollen, your own need begging to be satisfied. But this moment was about Spencer, about giving him the pleasure, he so desperately craved. You would have your turn soon enough.
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His moans grew louder, more desperate, filling the room with their raw intensity. With each passing second, Spencer edged closer to the brink of ecstasy. But you were not ready to let him go just yet. Your movements quickened, but only slightly, teasing him with the promise of release while denying him its full realization.
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"Please," he begged, his voice thick with desperation. "I need to cum, please."
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You smiled down at him, your eyes filled with a mixture of affection and dominance. You knew he was on the edge, his body trembling with need. But you wanted to push him even further, to take him to a place of ecstasy he had never experienced before.
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"Patience, my love," you whispered, your voice silkily smooth. "I want to make you feel so good."
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With those words, you increased the tempo of your movements, grinding against him with a relentless rhythm. The pleasure intensified, threatening to break through the dam of control that Spencer had managed to maintain. His breaths came in ragged gasps, his body writhing beneath yours as he fought against the mounting pleasure.
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You leaned forward, capturing his lips in a searing kiss that swallowed his moans and pleas for release. Your tongue danced with his, an erotic ballet that mirrored the movements of your bodies. The taste of him mingled with your own desire, intoxicating and addictive.
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With a final thrust, you felt Spencer's body tense beneath you, his release imminent. The grip of his fingers on your hips grew tighter as he surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure that washed over him. His moans filled the room, a symphony of ecstasy that reverberated in your ears.
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As he climaxed, you continued to move against him, prolonging his pleasure until he couldn't take any more. Wave after wave of intense sensation coursed through his body, leaving him gasping for breath, his limbs limp and sated.
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You slowly eased yourself off him, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of your lips. The sight of Spencer lying there, spent, and thoroughly pleasured, made your heart swell with pride and delight. You had taken him to new heights of pleasure, pushed boundaries and explored desires you had only dared to whisper about.
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âWhen youâre feeling better, I think you should reward me for taking such good care of you. Donât you?â
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Warnings: Light Dom/sub. Finger fucking. Oral. Wall Sex
As always thanks to @ljs-woso-vibez for being the best proofreader and amazing person out there and for the lovely anon that request it cause you have been amazing and so supportive, hope you like it.
Aitanaâs blood pounded in her ears. Although she had told you âWe could both be professionals.â Sitting next to you, smiling and joking for the cameras had been a lot. She had told herself she could do this. She was Aitana Bonmati, professional through and through, but her breathing techniques weren't working, she couldnât calm down. Thatâs how she found herself on the other side of your office door, nostrils flaring, temper just past boiling.Â
âAitana?â you were sitting in your chair, phone in hand, obviously busy scrolling through some match statistics to study for the next match.Â
âHello.â Aitanaâs voice was deceptively calm as she addressed you. She shut the door behind her, locking it before turning back to you.Â
âDid you need something?â you swallowed, your eyes drifting over Aitanaâs form as you tried to focus on her words and not her dark stare.
âYou fucked me over.â Aitana couldnât stop the words from leaving her mouth.Â
âIâŠwhat?â your eyes were wide.Â
Aitana crossed the room in two long strides, her hand gripping your chin, forcing your face up. You gasped in surprise, and it was at this moment that Aitana decided to merge her lips with yours. You couldnât breathe, couldnât think, all you could feel was Aitana. The scent of her perfume, heady and floral, filled your senses, overwhelming you. Aitana tasted sweet, like honey and strawberries. Her hand moved from your face to your hair, fisting black locks as she tilted your head back further. She bit your lip enough to hurt before soothing it with her tongue.Â
âFuck,â you hissed.Â
âIsnât this what youâve always wanted, que te follora?â Aitana husked, her breath ghosting across your lips.Â
âFuck, Aitana,â you muttered, grabbing her by her shirt and pulling her in for another searing kiss that made your blood burn. Both of you were on fire, desire pulsed in your core as Aitana pulled you up and walked you backward until your spine hit the wall with a soft thud. Aitanaâs lips never left yours, she kissed you with hunger, like she wanted to devour every inch of you, and you were powerless to stop her.Â
A hand found the hem of your dress and roughly shoved it up your thighs, ignoring the way you gasped at the contact. Your head hit the wall as Aitanaâs fingers found their way between your legs, searching for your damp heat. You gasped as strong digits traced over the rough lace of your panties, stroking the molten heat below.Â
âChrist, you canât be this easy. CĂłmo puedes estar tan mojada?â
You glared, but could not keep the hardened look as Aitana slipped two fingers in without warning. Your arousal in the moment made it easy, too easy, for Aitanaâs fingers to slip inside and start roughly fucking you. Aitana was merciless, her curling fingers hit that spot deep within you that had your legs shaking.Â
âOh fuck,â you cursed.Â
Aitanaâs lips went to your neck, sucking harshly on your pulse point. Your hands flew to Aitanaâs shoulders, short nails digging into Aitana as she fucked you mercilessly. A breathy moan was torn from your throat as Aitana curled her fingers.Â
Aitana laughed again, curling her fingers again and fucking you harder. âTe gusta duro mi zorrita?,â Aitana hissed, breathing hot against your skin.Â
âFuck. Fuck. Fuck.â you chanted as pleasure pulsed through you in time with Aitanaâs thrusts.Â
Aitana pulled away from your neck, opting to stare down at your face as a third finger joined the first two. She fucked you with purpose. Aitana switched between rough shallow thrusts and smooth deep thrusts, fully sheathing her fingers in your pulsing heat.Â
âOpen your eyes,â Aitana hissed. It took a moment for you to comply. Aitana nodded towards the vanity, your position was reflected in the mirror. âMira como te follo.â
You let out a broken whine as you saw your position in the mirror, looking at yourself being fucked by Aitana.Â
Aitana smirked at you, curling her fingers roughly at the sounds you were making. âNo quites la mirada. I want you to watch me make you cum, just like this.âÂ
You watched your body react to every rough thrust through hazy eyes. You were so close and Aitana inexplicably knew just the right angle, the right amount of power behind each thrust to leave your head spinning and toes curling. Your walls fluttered around Aitanaâs fingers, pulsing in time with your rapid heartbeat. You looked at yourself in the mirror, you were coming undone, your head thrown back, mouth open in a silent scream.Â
âCum for me,â Aitana hissed, lips hovering next to your ear.Â
You let out a strangled cry, your knees giving out as you came hard, your cunt clenched around Aitanaâs fingers, squeezing them in a vice grip as your fingers dug into Aitanaâs shoulders.
âAitana! Fuck!â you cursed as she curled her fingers hard, drawing out your orgasm. You shook against Aitana as you came down from your high. But the momentâs calm was short-lived. The hand that had been around your waist went to the back of your neck.
âAitana?â you questioned; your mind was still hazy from your last orgasm. Â
âOh, I am not done with you yet,â Aitana whispered, her fingers finding a punishing rhythm as she began to pump into you again.Â
You let out a moan, your fingers scrabbling at the wall as Aitana made you see stars.Â
âYouâre going to have to be quieter than that,â Aitana chuckled against your skin, the sound dark and rich. âA no ser que quieras que todo el mundo se entere que eres una zorra a la que le gusta que la follen duro en un vestuario.â You whimpered at her words, biting down on your lower lip to stifle the sound.Â
Aitana felt a fresh arousal coating her hand. âOh, you like when I talk dirty to you donât you? Or is it just the thought of being caught?âÂ
Aitana moved the hand on your neck to your hips. You were meeting every thrust with one of your own, but Aitana stopped you with a firm hand squeezing your sides. She was in control, whatever pleasure you got from this would be of her doing. âNever would have pegged you for such an exhibitionist, but then again you always did love attention, eres una pequeña zorra.â
You stifled another noise, reaching back to try and grab Aitanaâs hand to try and take control. âFuck.â
âNot a chance.â Aitanaâs breath was hot against your skin, as she grabbed your wrist before you could touch her. She withdrew her fingers quickly and you let out a cry at the emptiness you felt. âAre you going to be good?â
You nodded rapidly, feeling your face flush at the question. Aitana sank her fingers back into your dripping cunt, kicking your legs further apart and pressing you harder into the wall. Your legs shook as a low whine escaped your lips; you couldnât stop yourself. Aitanaâs fingers curled against a sensitive spot that made you see stars, her thumb abusing your aching clit. You whimpered, your abdominal muscles clenching as you tried to hold off your orgasm.Â
âFuck, fuck!â your words were a whisper through clenched teeth as your body shook.Â
Aitanaâs arm was around your waist in a second as your second orgasm ripped out of you. Your thighs trembled as your cunt clenched hard around Aitanaâs fingers, your legs couldnât support your body. The only thing holding you up was Aitana. You let out a stifled whine as Aitana curled her fingers again, drawing out your orgasm.Â
âChica mala, coming without permission.â Aitana withdrew her hand, causing you to shudder at the unexpected emptiness. With both hands she picked you, lifting you with ease as she carried you to a seated position on the vanity. âSabes quĂ© les pasa a las chicas malas? que tienen que recibir un castigo.â
âAitana,â you choked out, but Aitana was already sliding to her knees, pushing your dress further up your hips.
âWider,â Aitana murmured, placing a kiss on the inside of your knee and spreading your thighs. âJoder, estas muy mojada.â
âFor you,â you moaned as Aitanaâs breath ghosted across your lower lips, âIs all for you.â
Aitanaâs tongue extended, dragging from your entrance to your clit, fully tasting you âMmmmmâŠ. delicious.â
âAitana,â you gasped as Aitana flicked your clit lightly with her tongue. âFuck. Please!â
âAre you already begging, zorrita?â Aitana smirked as she looked up at you.Â
You rocked your hips reaching for Aitana. âFuck! Fuck me, Aitana, please!â
Aitana hummed, sending vibrations into your core, her tongue flicking on your clit with slow precision. Your hand went to her hair, encouraging her to move past the slow teasing. Your hips tried to jerk up, forcing more pressure on your sensitive bundle of nerves, but Aitana's hand held you in place. Â
âAitana,â you whined, deep and low. It was still quiet enough that no one would be able to hear on the other side of the door.Â
âDid you need something?â Aitana smirked up at you. You whined tugging at her hair, trying to guide her back to your clit.Â
âFuck me Aitana, please!âÂ
Aitana chuckled against your skin, teasing it right next to your clit, purposefully avoiding where you wanted her most. âNo seas impaciente.âÂ
âAitana,â you hissed between clenched teeth. You wanted more, you needed more than what Aitana was giving you. Your hand reached down, ready to take matters into your own hands, but Aitanaâs hand caught it, easily stopping you.Â
âNo, no,â Aitana said, squeezing your wrist a little bit harder in reprimand. âI think I like you like this. Desperate.â Her tongue ghosted over your clit, barely making contact. âNeedy.â Another lick this time a little more forcefully. âBegging.â
âAitana, please,â you begged. Your head hit the mirror as Aitana teased your clit, refusing to give you the pleasure you wanted.Â
âDime lo que quieres,â Aitana comanded. âBeg me for it.âÂ
âI want your fingers and your tongue, please I need them.â You were beyond caring now; your arousal overrode your pride. You wanted to come again, but this time on Aitanaâs tongue. You wanted Aitana to make you see stars with her tongue on your clit and fingers curling inside of you. âMake me cum.â
âBuena chica,â Aitana praised, spreading your thighs wider. âNow you need to beg me.â
âPlease Aitana,â your back arched at the feeling of Aitanaâs tongue on your dripping cunt. âPlease, please, please! Oh fuck! Please fuck me!â
Aitana sucked your clit into her mouth, humming around it. Your head hit the mirror behind you hard at the pleasure, your eyes fluttering shut.Â
âFuck! Aitana! Please! More! Oh, oh! Jesus! Fuck me!âÂ
A single finger came up, slipping into your dripping cunt as her mouth hummed around your straining bundle of nerves. You whined, it was good, but far from enough to send you towards the edge. It was just enough to make you drip with need. Your hips tried to move against Aitanaâs mouth but were stopped by a firm hand holding them in place.Â
âAitana. God. Please. More.â you whined.Â
âYo marco el ritmo no tu. You beg so prettily.â Aitana hummed against your skin, her eyes flicking up to watch you writhe above her.Â
âPlease Aitana, fuck me.â your hand tangled in Aitanaâs hair, futilely trying to direct her to fuck you harder.Â
âMmmmm,â Aitana pretended to deliberate for a moment. âTodavia no. Just a little bit more.â
âPlease, I will do anything. Just fuck me.â You were desperate. You wanted to come so badly, you wanted to come all over Aitanaâs face, painting her mouth and chin with your juices. âI need you so badly.â
Aitanaâs eyes looked directly into yours, a smirk clear on her face. And then suddenly Aitana was doing as you begged. Two more fingers were added as her tongue went to work on your clit. You let out a broken whine at the stretch, spots bursting behind your eyes at the pleasure.Â
âFuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck!â you chanted rhythmically, your hips bucking against Aitanaâs grasp. âPlease Aitana! More! Harder!â
Aitana was happy to oblige, her fingers twisted, corkscrewing into you with each bruising thrust. Her tongue went from flicking the sensitive bud to sucking on it, teeth lightly scraping.Â
âYes!â your hips jerked against Aitanaâs hand. âYes! Yes!â
âSo needy,â Aitana murmured against your clit, the sound sending vibrations coursing through your whole body.Â
âPlease, please, more! Fuck! Aitana!âÂ
Despite how tight you were, Aitana managed to squeeze in a fourth finger. You clenched painfully around her digits, but you enjoyed it. The way you moaned with each hard slam of her hand against your pussy was setting a fire between Aitanaâs legs. You let out a broken whine as you felt yourself stretching around Aitanaâs fingers. You were impossibly full, and you didnât know how much more you could take.Â
âPlease, Aitana! Please!âÂ
âBuena chica,â Aitana cooed from between your legs, giving everything she had into fucking you. âCum for me.â
You whined, loud and long as your orgasm ripped through you. âFuck! Aitana!â you cried loudly; your head hit the mirror as your thighs trembled.Â
âBuena chica,â Aitana soothed, stroking your clit to prolong your orgasm. You shook against her, your release flooding Aitanaâs mouth. âSo good.â
Aitana let you come down from your high. It took several moments for you to get back to yourself, but Aitana stayed, resting her head against your thigh as she used one finger to tease your sensitive slit.Â
âFuck, that was amazing.â
âSuch high praise,â Aitana teased.Â
You rolled your eyes as Aitana pressed a soft kiss to your inner thigh. âFuck.âÂ
âI believe we did that, several times,â Aitana smirked, standing and fixing her clothes. She carefully helped you off the vanity, smirking as you adjusted your dress.Â
âWhere...â you flushed as you looked around searching for something.Â
âLooking for these?â Aitana smirked as she pulled your panties from her pocket.
âThose are mine.â
âSuddenly so coherent.â Aitana pocketed the fabric without further words on the subject. âYou know my place has a lovely patio. A perfect little place to relax.â
âIs that so?â You raised an eyebrow, confused by the change of subject.Â
Aitana rolled her eyes. âIâm asking if youâd like to come back with me.âÂ
âTo your place?âÂ
âYes.â Aitana took a step forward, so she was directly in front of you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You could taste yourself on Aitanaâs lips. âCome back to my place with me.âÂ
You whimpered as Aitana deepened the kiss, your hands going to her waist. âYes,â you breathed.Â
âGood, come on.â Aitana opened the door, letting you walk out first. You knew you could stagger their exit, but a part of you wanted to leave the room with Aitana. You wanted people to see her leaving with you and then you suddenly remembered âYour stuff,â you breathed. âAnd mine⊠I need my bag, my phone, my coat.âÂ
Aitana smirked as she turned back to look at you. âSomeoneâs a little distracted,â she teased. âGet your things, Iâll wait.âÂ
You swallowed, disappearing back inside the dressing room and emerging a few seconds later with your things. âDonât you need your stuff?âÂ
Aitana shrugged as she led you out, typing out a quick message to someone. âFrido will take care of it.â She let her eyes rake over you. âIâve got plans for you, and all of them involve that dress on my floor.â
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