#i have so much respect for phone finger drawers… how do you do it it’s so hard to just get lines down how on earth are you RENDERING

[valeovalairs]

some doodles from a magma with a friend

[itoshi-s]

@marycorn requested: rin + bathing with him // no lukewarm love v-day event !

wc: 1.7k. cw: fem reader (referred to as woman like, once), fluff, rin isn't all that used to love :,3

"you're feeling more like oat milk and vanilla, or.." you pause, twisting the jar so you can read the label properly, "oh, you like this one- lavender and lemon?"

you hold up the candles, lifting them respectively as you speak, only to find rin - the very one your question is directed at - still staring at his phone intently as he rubs the back of his neck. the little frown etched between his brows and tense stance of his broad shoulders make him seem entirely too stressed for your liking.

"rin?" you ask again, putting one of the jars down on the counter. "you okay?"

it's only the lighter flicking that makes him snap out of his stupor. he glances over, teal eyes a bit confused until they settle on the candle you lit up - his favorite.

(it's hard to call it a favorite when it's actually the only scent he enjoys among all your other gourmand and flowery ones.)

"hm? yeah, sorry." rin sighs and locks his phone, setting it down before reaching to pull his hoodie off. "just some press shit before the season starts. had to catch up." he explains, voice muffled by the thick cotton over his mouth before he fully peels the garment off.

"'s alright." you hum softly, hand dipping into the bath water to check temperature. "i just don't like seeing you all pent up like that."

now, rin doesn't like how it feels, either. perhaps that's why he values his routine so much - the daily schedule he's been following ever since he realized how serious he is about football. morning stretch, breakfast, practice, lunch, gym, going home, dinner, evening yoga, then some meditation to finish the day. sounds like a lot — and it definitely is — but surprisingly so, it doesn’t feel as tiring as it might seem.

rin’s never really thought this tight schedule of his lacked anything, either — at least not until you crawled your way right into his heart, albeit a little too cold but oh, so aching for love still, and made yourself home in the long abandoned space. it's only natural you came with a whole package - all your silly candles, drawers full of various bath bombs and salts, and far too many masks to count, which you always looked so ecstatic to put on his face.

you came with your own little routine - one that fit so perfectly into his, it's almost as if it was fate's doing.

perhaps, this is exactly what he needed at the end of his day - your skin on his, head tilted back to rest on his shoulder as you listen to him speak, so intently and calmly as always. maybe, the feel of your fingers in his hair, tenderly pushing the bangs out of his face as you grin upon the sight - here's my handsome boy - is the little piece he longed for everyday.

(love, he thinks is the right word for it. he needed your love - but despite getting better at voicing out his feelings over the years, it's still far too sappy to admit to out loud.)

snapping out of thought, rin shakes his head. “yeah, me neither.” the man mumbles under his breath, and you need to look over your shoulder to make sure he’s just teasing — voice far too tired to make out the tone. “if they end up calling again, it's better cause someone's dead or some shit. not picking up otherwise.”

you laugh, and rin’s mouth curls into a rare smile.

“wow," you mumble, "that’s not very captain of you." you tease, to which he snorts.

"not very teammate of them to be such idiots either." you'd suppose there would be more of a bite to his tone as he retorts, but it's surprisingly gentle as he allows his gaze to rest on your silhouette, taking in the image of you slipping the silk robes off your shoulders and exposing the soft skin underneath. he sniffs shortly, "whatever. let's not talk about 'em anymore."

you only give a slight chuckle in reply as you slip into the bathtub, followed by a content sigh. the bubbles have grown thick and luscious, nearly covering most of your body once you’re fully submerged in the glittery lilac water, and rin’s cheeks grow warm in time with your own. yours, because the water is indeed just a bit too hot even for your liking; his, because you look so fucking sweet, a sight for his sore eyes.

pulling your knees chose to your chest, you squirm forward to make space behind you. "c'mon, it's gonna run cold-"

"shut up, woman," rin mutters under his breath as he steps in behind your back, lowering himself and pulling you flush against his chest once he's fully seated. the water sloshes over the edges at his sudden motion and you gasp - both at the mess and his jab.

"hey!" you try to turn in his grasp, but the way it tightens keeps you locked in place. rin laughs by your ear as you lean your head back with a pout. "it's the first time in, like, forever that we have time for this, and that's the treatment i get?"

rin gives your frame a squeeze again, paired with a chaste kiss pressed to the crook of your neck. you lean your head to the side, allowing more space, and it's almost muscle memory by this point - merely an instinct and unconscious thought that makes rin's heart jolt.

it has been a while, indeed, rin figures. you've been both way too busy with work to make way for the small things, pieces of your daily routines that in the end made the day feel this much better. now, he's not exactly sure how did all of... this become a regular routine for you two, but it has quickly turned out to be the very thing both his mind and body long for whenever it's time for a break.

maybe the lack of time was the cause of his annoyance spiking these past few days, eyes rolling upon the most minor inconveniences. he's never been the calmest type around the team, but it was truly best to keep your mouth around him lately. (if there has to be one person to ask about it, it's ryusei. as always.)

as rin inhales your scent, mixing with the faint citrus of the bubblebath and calming lavender the candle diffuses, he realizes that he's missed you.

long eyelashes flutter against your shoulder as he closes his eyes, hands starting to roam down your waist and grope their way to your hips where they finally settle.

"i missed you." rin admits, albeit to his own surprise - and it seems like yours, too, if the way your fingers flex on his knee is anything to go by. he noses at your neck and feels his shoulders finally loosen up. "missed this, i mean."

you shift in your seat slightly, back pressing against the firm planes of his chest even further, until you can nearly feel the steady thumping of his heart.

"me too." you say softly, one hand slipping to rest on his bicep instead while the other guides his other arm to wrap around your chest again. you squeeze it tight and turn your head to get a better look of rin's face. "it's not as fun without you anymore, yanno?"

rin must sense your gaze on him, cause as soon as you're done speaking, his head lifts from it's spot on your shoulder and turquoise eyes lock with yours. a small smile breaks across your face as you reach a hand up, pushing back the bangs that already start to stick to his forehead.

"you're telling me i'm fun?" the ravenette mumbles, corners of his lips pulling upwards when you go to mess with his hair.

your chest squeezes with adoration upon the sight - handsome, refined features on show, paired with the dearest look anyone could ever grace you with. sheepishly, you nuzzle your face against rin's neck and nod. "well- sometimes." you murmur and feel his throat vibrate with a laugh.

"took you long enough t' admit." rin snickers, straightening his legs a tad more as he leans back, until the water reaches shy past your collarbones. "you wanna tell me something else while we're at it, baby?" he taunts, head tipping down just slightly to steal a look at your face, still snugly fit in the crook between his neck and shoulder.

"mmhm, i just might." you hum, "i love you, dummy," you sigh, holding back an amused smile as you push yourself up. sitting up straight, you look back over your shoulder just in time to spot the very sight you've longed after for the past few days - teal eyes just barely hooded yet sparkling with so much affection, and a content smile to pair with.

you watch silently as rin rolls his shoulders back, arms moving to rest over the edge of the tub. it's been a little while since you've last seen his body this relaxed, lean muscles all loosened up and frame seemingly even more broad now as he rests.

"i love you, too," the man replies, feeling his smile widen upon noticing your lips curl up in a grin of your own as well. perhaps it's just these silly essential oils you've loaded the bath water with, or maybe it's the temperature and steam in general, cause there's a giddy feeling gnawing away at his chest and a loop pulling at his heart that makes it just a tad harder to breathe properly.

(it's the same sensation that only ever creeps up on him when he looks at you. love, rin thinks. he can voice it out all he wants, bare his heart for you countless times - but he's never getting used to how dizzy it makes him, searing hot in his veins and cotton-like in his head.)

a sense of serenity swirls around the room and mixes with the delicate lavender as silence falls over the both of you, other than the gentle fizz of bubbles and flicker of the candle. you hold rin's gaze as he breathes, chest in a steady rise and fall until he opens his mouth to speak - and you're surprised he's only ever asking for it now.

"wash my hair, please?" rin speaks - quietly and meekly so, as if you ever denied him the thing - and you roll your eyes, hand already reaching towards the stand to fetch the shampoo bottle as you smile, feeling so lovesick your chest hollows.

"thought you'd never ask."

[kwanisms]

Kinkuary 14 Jun — body worship // bath/shower sex

➥ idol boyfriend!Jun × noj idol!Reader summary: After a particularly stressful day at work, Y/N comes home to find her boyfriend has drawn her a relaxing bath and is pleasantly surprised when he reveals he intends to join her in the bath. wc: 3.8k warnings: afab reader, adult dialogue, alcohol consumption (a glass of wine or two), established relationship, sexual content (minors dni!): Junhui just wants to pamper the reader knowing she's had a hard time, massaging, fingering, biting, hair pulling, bath sex, unprotected sex (use protection pls!), body worship, praise, use of pet names (bao bei, angel, beautiful, etc), the reader calls Jun lǎo gōng (husband) and it makes him all 🥴🥰, let me know if I missed anything!! Permanent taglist: @yoonguurt @candidupped @dejavernon @dilfjohnny Kinkuary full taglist: @baldi-2 @wonderfulshinee @lacie220900 @sup-dallyboy @drunk-on-dk @violagoth @mixling-blog Seventeen taglist: @aikisbbq @95cheols @niktwazny303 @indigo35 @moonlightsora @witherednotes @cixrosie @kirooz Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED AND BLACKLISTED. Join the taglist!

a/n: Junhui doesn't seem to have a lot of content on here but here's some! I haven't written for him in a while so hopefully I do him justice! I hope you like this. Thank you for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

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‘Seriously? Fuck Valentine’s Day,’ you thought as your office door closed.

This was the worst day you’d experienced of the year and it was only the second month.

You sighed and leaned forward, resting your head on your arms on top of your desk. ‘I can’t take much more of this,’ you told yourself. A knock at your door brought you out of your stupor, sitting up and calling out for the person to come in.

“You look stressed,” your supervisor said as she walked in. You forced a smile. “Stressed is putting it lightly,” you replied before taking a deep breath. “How can I be of assistance?” You asked. Your supervisor shook her head.

“I’m sure this isn’t the best time, but we’re over in hours,” she replied. “Normally I wouldn’t dream of asking you this, but seeing as you seemed rather stressed, would you like to leave early?” You couldn’t believe your ears. ‘Leave early?’

“Uh,” you replied. “Are you sure?”

Your supervisor nodded. “I’ll make sure the difference shows up on your next paycheck so you don’t lose pay,” she added. “I just need to send people home.”

You didn’t need telling twice. Shutting down your computer and turning off your desk lamp, you opened your desk drawer and grabbed your purse, slipping your phone into it and getting to your feet.

“Try to enjoy the rest of your day,” she said as she gave you a smile and left your office.

The drive home was frustrating, people swerving in and out of traffic, cutting you and other drivers off, forcing you to stomp on the break more than once.

‘Could this day get any worse?’

As if cued by your damning thoughts, the sky opened up, a downpour covering the city as you drove the rest of the way home to your apartment, pulling into the covered garage and into your parking space.

You noticed that Jun’s car was in the second numbered space for your apartment and wondered when he got home. It wasn’t like him to be home this early.

The ride up to your floor was uneventful as a storm started to rage outside, pelting the windows and walls with hard rain, wind whipping around the high rise you called home as you approached your door.

Soft music could be heard inside your apartment you shared with your boyfriend and you wondered what he was up to.

Unlocking the door, you let yourself in where a delicious smell wafted towards you as you stepped into the living area and shut the door behind you. You set your purse aside, slipping off your shoes and jacket and sliding into your house slippers.

You rounded the corner where your boyfriend was working behind the counter, wearing your pink gingham print apron with a heart top and ruffles. You took in the sight as he bustled about, checking various cookware on the stove.

He finally turned and a wide smile spread across his face. “You’re home!” He said with a cheerful tone, crossing the distance to press a kiss to your cheek.

“What is all this?” You asked, looking behind him at the stove. “It’s not ready yet,” he said, turning you towards the hall that led to the bedroom. “I’m sure you want to get changed so go do that, bao bei. Let me handle this.”

He gave you a gentle push and turned to head back to the kitchen before whipping back around quickly. “Just stay out of the bathroom!”

You gave him a peculiar look before conceding and heading to the bedroom to change out of your work clothes, pulling on a sweatshirt and shorts before returning to the kitchen to watch your boyfriend cook.

“I didn’t expect you so soon,” he admitted as he worked, glancing over his shoulder as you sat at the kitchen island. “My supervisor said we were over in hours so I got to leave early,” you answered.

“Which reminds me,” you said as you got up and headed over to your purse.

You pulled out a small gift box and snuck back to the kitchen where your boyfriend was facing away. “I got something for you,” you called out to him. He turned to look at you and set down the spoon in his hand, walking over to where you stood.

You whipped out the box and held it up. “Ta-dah!” You said excitedly. “I’m sorry I didn’t have time to make them myself but work has been so busy and stressful lately and I—” Jun, who had taken the box from you, looking at it silently quickly pressed a kiss to your lips, cutting you off.

“I don’t care if you made them or bought them,” he said softly. “Thank you, beautiful.” Your cheeks flushed as he kissed your forehead and set the box on the island and moved back to the stove.

“I’ll get this done and then we can eat,” he said over his shoulder as you returned to your seat. “Do you want some wine?”

Dinner was finished soon after and you sat down at the small table with Jun, trying not to blush furiously as he set the table quickly with a vase full of roses. “Juuuun,” you whined as he finished lighting two candles. “You didn’t have to do this!”

He gave you a cheeky smile as he sat down. “Actually, I did,” he answered.

Your eyes narrowed. “Why? Did you do something?” You asked, suddenly suspicious as he took a sip of his wine. “No!” He said indignantly. “Then what’s going on in the bathroom?” You asked as he started to eat. “Nothing! Well, not nothing. You’ll see. Eat your dinner,” he said pointing at you with his chopsticks.

You decided to drop the subject in favor of eating because you actually were starving, having skipped lunch due to the volume of work you had and the lack of time between meetings.

While you ate, Jun asked you about your day, listening to your struggles and stresses of office based work. You asked him about his day and he admitted he had a very short day in comparison at the PLEDIS building. They didn’t have any schedules so most of their time was spent just messing around the practice rooms.

“Cheol said he didn’t need us to stay longer than necessary and since I’m one of the few members with a significant other, he let me go early.”

You were grateful Seungcheol was so understanding of his members’ lives outside of Seventeen and that he knew how important time with your boyfriend was not just to you but to Jun as well.

“Are you finished?” Jun asked, drawing your attention out of your thoughts. You nodded, thanking him as he got up and took your empty plate. “Thank you, babe, it was delicious.” You saw how the tips of his ears turned red when you complimented him, just another one of those Jun things you loved so much.

You got to your feet, following him to the kitchen as he set your plates in the dishwasher and started cleaning up. “Let me help,” you said, moving to grab the storage containers you kept in the far cabinet.

The two of you silently packed up the leftovers and while you put them in the fridge, Jun put the used cookware in the dishwasher. You were closing the door when you felt Jun’s arms wrap around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. “Thank you for helping me clean up,” he said softly.

You turned in his grip, moving your arms to rest on his shoulders. “Thank you for all this, lǎo gōng,” you murmured, leaning in to press your lips to his. You knew he couldn’t control himself when you called him that but for some reason, he simply blushed and kissed you back softly.

“I have something else for you,” he muttered in between kisses. “What’s that?” You wondered, smiling against his lips.

“Let me show you,” he whispered, lips moving across your cheek to your ear. “I think you’re gonna like it.”

Chills went up your spine as his breath tickled your skin but suddenly there was a loud crack of thunder and the room was plunged into darkness. You cried out in shock, feeling Jun’s grip on you tighten.

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” he said softly, moving in the dark. You heard the sound of the drawer open and suddenly a beam of light appeared. “This is why we have flashlights,” he said with a smirk.

Keeping his hand on your lower back, he guided you through the dark apartment to your bedroom where he took your hand and placed it on his waist. You grabbed the material of his shirt as he walked carefully over to the door leading to your bathroom and opened it.

Inside was like some sort of scene from a romantic movie.

There were candles on the bathroom counter, a couple on the back edge of the bathtub and rose petals spread across the floor and floating in the water.

“I might need to get more candles,” Jun murmured as he looked around the room. “I’ll be right back,” he added, disappearing from the room as you stepped further in, taking in the sight.

You had no idea Jun was such a hard romantic as he’d never done anything even remotely like this. Normally your Valentine’s were spent at a fancy restaurant and maybe he’d book a hotel for the night or you’d come back home but this?

This was beyond anything he’d done for you before.

Your boyfriend returned moments later with more candles and you helped set them up and watched as he lit them, filling the room with more warm flickering light.

“I know work has been stressful for you the last couple weeks,” he started, moving to take your waist in his hands. “And I wanted to do something nice for you. So I asked some of the others what their partners like and they all mentioned a nice relaxing bath.”

You wound your arms around his neck and pulled him close, kissing him. “Thank you lǎo gōng,” you replied with a smile. “That’s not all,” he admitted. “Joshua said something about a massage.”

You watched as he slipped from your grip and walked over to the counter, pulling open a drawer and pulling out a bottle of massage oil. Your cheeks burned in the dim glow of the candle light. “A massage?”

Jun nodded. “I can imagine you’re probably very tense, so I thought I could help you relax. A shy smile formed on your face at his admission. “You’ve really thought of everything, haven’t you?”

“Of course,” he answered. “Now, hurry up and get in the bath,” he added.

You hesitated but you weren’t sure why. Jun had seen you naked plenty of times and you’d even showered together a multitude of times so why were you suddenly nervous?

Jun turned to face you, a sly smile appearing. “Are you being shy right now?” He asked, crossing to stand in front of you. “No,” you lied, shaking your head.

“If you needed my help, you could have just asked,” he said, one hand moving to your back and pulling you flush against him while the other moved up to the side of your neck, his thumb caressing your cheek gently.

“Do you want me to help?” He asked softly. You weren’t sure what had gotten into you but you nodded in response, cheeks burning as he chuckled, both hands moving to the hem of your sweatshirt.

“Lift your arms for me,” he instructed, saying nothing more as you did and pulling your sweatshirt off, leaving your chest exposed to him. “God,” he breathed, eyes roaming over your body. “You are so gorgeous.”

Your cheeks burned under his gaze and his praise. It was no secret that Jun loved your body. Every inch of it and he made a point almost daily to remind you how much he loved you and how beautiful you were to him.

Noticing your flushed cheeks, he chose not to comment on them, instead continuing to undress you. “Do you want me to keep going?” Jun asked, his hands toying with the waistband of your shorts.

“Or do you want to do it yourself?”

You shook your head, not wanting to lose the feeling of his hands on your body even if they were about to be all over you in a moment. “Then turn around for me,” he whispered, waiting for you to do so.

Once your back was to him, you felt his fingers slip under the elastic of your shorts, pulling them down along with your panties until they fell to your feet. “I’ll take care of these,” he said, grabbing your discarded clothes. “You get in the tub.”

Jun disappeared into the bedroom while you walked over to the tub.

One thing that drew you to this apartment when you and Jun first started looking was the bathroom, particularly this bathtub. It was a large, deep tub with jets but the best feature and probably what sold you on the apartment in the end, was the temperature control and timer.

The tub allowed you to set a time, fill level, and had a temperature control function to keep the water hot for hours. Jun clearly had filled the tub much earlier and kept the temperature control on while he cooked and the two of you ate because as you stepped into the water, the heat was as if he’d just run it.

You lowered yourself down, leaning against the white tub pillow and sighed in relief as the hot water instantly started to soothe and relax you.

Jun returned a moment later and moved to sit on the edge of the tub, dipping a hand into the water briefly. “That temperature control feature is really something,” he said with a chuckle as he stood up and crossed to the counter, grabbing the oil and returning to sit on the side of the tub.

“Can you sit up for me?” He asked, popping open the top and pouring a small amount onto his palm. You sat up as he set the bottle aside and warmed up the oil in his hands before his hands moved to your shoulders, starting to knead and work out the knots in your muscles.

You hadn’t realized how tense you’d been but as Jun slowly worked on your shoulders and neck, it became apparent you’d gone too long without a massage.

“You are unbelievably tense,” he noted as his hands started to work down your shoulder blades, kneading your back muscles with his knuckles and smoothing them with the palms of his hands.

The pain had subsided at this point and now you were left with just a pleasurable feeling of his hands on your body. When he was done working on what he could reach on your back, his hands moved back up to your shoulder. One hand massaged along your shoulder and neck while the other moved down your arm.

You gasped when his hand zipped down your body, darting between your thighs while the other continued to massage your neck. “Jun!” You admonished but your words fell short when you felt his fingers against your sex, finding your clit and starting to draw slow circles.

“Shh,” he whispered. “I’m not done with your massage,” he added as his fingers moved quicker, the hand on your shoulder stopping as he focused his attention between your thighs.

You let out a soft moan as his fingers dipped lower, finding your slit and slipped inside, forcing a louder moan past your lips. “Jun—” you tried to speak but his hand dipped lower, pushing more of his fingers inside you, curling them and making your back arch. “Just let me take care of you,” he murmured.

“You always do so much for me, it’s my turn to do something for you.”

You let out a whimper as his fingers continued to move, dragging against your walls as he pumped them slowly, the water hindering his movements slightly.

“Your shirt is getting wet,” you commented, noticing how the bath water started to soak his sleeve while his hand was dipped far below the surface. “I don’t really care,” he chuckled, his thumb dragging over your clit as his fingers continued to move.

“You could always join me,” you gasped, biting your bottom lip to hold back a moan. “If I do,” Jun started slowly. “Will you stop holding back those beautiful sounds you make?” You nodded in response, anything to get him in the tub with you.

Jun pulled his hand free and stripped himself to his shirt, tossing it to the floor before pushing his pants and underwear down together and discarding them on the floor.

He stepped into the hot water, lowering himself between your spread thighs and leaned in, pressing his lips to yours as one hand steadied himself on the edge of the bathtub, the other disappearing under the water and between your thighs again.

You moaned against his lips as he resumed his motions from before, thumb working against your clit as his fingers disappeared inside your warm cunt. “Is it bad that I kind of want to fuck you in the bath?” He asked, pulling back just enough to watch your brow furrow from the pleasure he was giving you.

“Please,” you whispered. “I want you so bad, Jun,” you moaned as his fingers curled against your walls, pushing you closer to the edge.

“How can I deny you when you say it like that?” He asked, pulling his fingers from your pussy. “Do you want to ride me? Or do you want me to take you from behind?” He asked softly. Without a word, you moved, the water around you sloshing in the tub as you straddled his lap, your sex brushing against his hard cock.

“So eager,” he mused as you wasted no time in lining the head of his cock with your entrance and sank down on him, hands resting on his shoulders. One of his hands moved to your back, the other to the back of your head as your forehead fell against his shoulder.

“That’s it,” he groaned as your walls clenched around him. “Take your time, baby.”

You felt his hands moved, sliding down to your hips, squeezing before moving to your ass and gripping it tightly. “God I love this ass,” he rasped out, making your cheeks burn for what felt like the hundredth time.

“I could play with it for hours,” he added, kneading and massaging the flesh. “So soft,” he whispered. “Jun, stop, you’re making me hot,” you whined when he chuckled. “That’s the idea, bao bei,” he murmured.

You ignored his comments and instead focused on the feeling of his cock buried inside you but even then he couldn’t let you have that.

Though your body needed time to adjust to the intrusion, your brain said no and you started rolling your hips, your clit grinding against him as his cock barely moved against your walls.

“You feel so good around me,” he whispered, his hands moving up your back, water dripping from his skin and hitting the surface with soft plops. “It’s like you were made for me.” Your face flushed as your heart swelled with his words.

“You’re being awfully affectionate,” you noted. Jun merely smiled, kissing along your jaw. “What can I say?” He asked quietly. “I love my beautiful girlfriend and I love reminding her of how beautiful she is.”

“Fuck, I won’t last if you keep doing that,” Jun gasped as you squeezed your cunt around his length, lifting your hips at the same time. “You’re gonna kill me, Y/N.”

The water moved around both of your bodies as you set a slow but steady rhythm, your movement hindered by the water. “Keep going,” Jun encouraged, fingers tangling in your hair as you rode him. He tugged gently, tilting your head back so he could kiss and nip softly at your skin. “Don’t hold back those pretty sounds.”

You let out a moan as you felt his teeth sink into the skin of your shoulder. He was very much into biting and marking you when you had sex. You always came out of it covered in love bites and hickeys while you couldn’t do the same to him.

At least, not in places that would be seen. His neck, chest, and shoulders were off limits but his thighs and hips were fair game and you’d left your share of marks on him in those places.

“Jun,” you whined. “‘M so tired,” you groaned, your thighs starting to burn. Sex was a workout on its own, but trying to do what you usually did in bed in a tub full of water made it much more cumbersome.

“I know, angel,” he murmured. “Let me.”

You whimpered as he guided you off him and turned you to face the edge of the tub. Without another word, he slipped back inside you from behind and took over, pushing your chest against the edge of the tub as he thrust into you.

It was an unconventional position but he made it work, ignoring the water that spilled over the edge of the tub onto the tiled floor. He’d clean it up later. Right now your orgasm was more important to him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You cried out as your climax washed over you, Jun following quickly as he released into you, his sticky seed painting your walls white as you rode out your highs together.

He stilled inside you, hips pressed flush against your ass as his teeth grazed your skin, leaving as many love bites and hickeys on your skin as he could.

“There’s so much water on the floor,” you complained. Jun mumbled in response, kissing the bite marks he’d left behind as he came down from his climax. “S’okay. I’ll clean it up later.”

“Later?” You asked as he pulled out of you. “It’s still Valentine’s Day,” he said simply as he got up, pulled the plug on the tub and stepped carefully out of the tub onto the floor.

He offered his hand which you took and allowed him to help you out of the tub.

Once you were on common ground, his hands were on your waist, lips descending on yours in a rushed and desperate kiss, his tongue finding yours and one hand moving to cup the back of your neck, deepening the kiss before finally pulling away to breathe. He gave you a devilish grin.

“And I’m not done with you yet.”

[anonymouse1312437]

House Party (Pedro Pascal)

House Party 

Fluff and Smut Warning 

*Minors DNI* 

>>Trigger Warnings: (let me know if I missed any)  

Use of y/n, mentions of anxiety as well as anxiety attacks, mentions of PTSD as well as PTSD episode, mention of abuse, mention of childhood trauma, mentions of working, name calling, down talking, bad parental relationship, antisocial personality, introvert, mentions of songs (if you don’t like that), fluff is heavily implied, smut, oral f receiving, fingering, raw, unprotected sex, use of pronouns (he,she,they,them)(respecting a person's pronouns is something I believe in), multiple characters, adult living at home, rough family life, age-gap, loss of a parent, alcohol, drinking, flashbacks, spanking (abuse), choking (abuse), time jumps (hours not days), dry humping in the form of grinding 

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y/n's Pov: 

It's been too long of a day. I am looking forward to going home and just relaxing. It's about to clock out and go home and relax. I can't stand having to work in an office anymore. I miss working from home. Ever since this company required us to come back into the office half of the staff quit and that includes the only friend I had here so it's even more dreadful than before.  

*Buzz Buzz Buzz *  

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and I took it out and unlocked it and looked at the message that popped up on the screen.  

“Hey, I met up with some old friends today and they had some people with them. I’m giving you a heads up that people will be over at the house. When you get home you don’t have to entertain anyone if you want to just hide in your room like you normally do. Or if you don’t want to come home that’s fine too. I’m just trying to let you know.” I read the message from my dad, and I sighed. It sucked being 26 and still living with my dad. Another message flashed across the screen. 

“Also, your cousins are here too. I know you guys don’t get along all the time so please just try and be nice if you decide to come home and socialize. I know how unlikely that us but please again just try and be nice.” The message from my dad said.  

Son of a bitch. I know what he is getting at. I know he would rather I attempt to socialize but, all I want to do is take a shower and go into my room and get my coursework done and go to bed. Hell, I would even just love to be able to write a couple chapters in my book before I go to bed but, I don’t think that is going to happen. This fucking sucks.  

I locked my phone and put it back into my pocket and clocked out on my computer and took my headset off. I shut my computer down and made sure it was locked before opening my desk drawer and grabbing my keys and wallet. I don’t like purses they are too bulky, and they stop you at security to search through it. I don’t want to wait fifteen minutes for them to look through it and discover if I am on my period or not. I closed the drawer and stood up and stretched trying to pop my back.  

“You heading out?” My boss asked.  

“Yes, I was on my way out. Anything you need?” I asked.  

“I was wondering if you wanted tomorrow off? Make it a three-day weekend for you.” He asked. I really need the money, but I know him. This really isn’t an option.  

“Yeah, I guess that’s fine. I would rather work but, if labor is high, I guess I don’t mind.” I said and he smiled.  

“Thanks for understanding and being a team player. I really appreciate you not giving me a hard time. You have any plans for the weekend?” He asked.  

“No, I don’t think so. Just about to go home and be bombarded by family and their friends. I’m trying to avoid that but, I don’t know how I am going to manage that.” I said and smiled.  

“Oh well I do hope you have a good night and a wonderful weekend.” He said and I smiled.  

“Thank you and you as well.” I said and watched him walk away. I made my way out of the building and to my 2018 Honda civic. It was a nice car, but I really had my eye on an old-style car. I have been trying to save up not just a house but a 1947 Chevrolet fleet master. It has been my dream car since I was six. I took my phone out of my pocket and connected my phone to Bluetooth. I opened Spotify and started to play beautiful crazy by Luke combs and started to sing along. I put my phone in the cup holder and started making my way home.  

I’m trying to kill as much time as possible before going home and trying to wait out the people there, so I decided to swing by the drive thru at Filiberto's and grab something to eat. I made my way there and it was a forty-minute drive before I got to the one by my house. By the time I made it to the speaker u was jamming out to I’m not a vampire by falling in reverse and had to turn it down.  

“Thank you for choosing Filiberto's what can I get for you today?” the person on the other end of the speaker asked.  

“I would like the spicy Pollo fries and a large drinks pepper please.” I said.  

“Anything else today?” they asked.  

“No that’s it thank you.” 

“I will have your total for you at the window.” They said.  

“Thank you.” I said and pulled forward. It was weird that the drive thru was completely empty. They normally have a pretty decent line, but I guess it’s just not that time tonight. I pulled forward up to the window and pulled my wallet out of the Center console. I pulled my debit card out and waited for the worker to open the drive-thru window.  

" Hello, the total is $ 18.98 " The worker said. I handed them my card and smiled. They closed the window and swiped my card and opened the window back up. They handed me my card and the receipt. They then handed me my drink and then the food.  They closed the window without saying another word and I drove away.  

I made the rest of the drive home using the backroads because it even though was going to take a shorter amount of time was ultimately the better choice if I wanted to eat it while it was hot. Twenty minutes later while jamming out to Fuck her gently by Tenacious D while it's blaring, I pulled into the driveway of the house. I looked around and noticed the number of cars that were here, and it was a lot. Not just that but a couple of them were ridiculously overpriced cars. One being an Audi and the other being a Mercedes. I knew who the Tahoe belonged to but, there was also a 2004 Volvo here. There were two ford trucks and a chevy. There are far too many people here for me to get in unnoticed. I wonder if I left my window open. 

I left my car and the door open and made my way over to my window. I pushed on it slightly and it opened up. Fuck yeah! I will just crawl through my window. Thankfully my sister leaves chairs in her barn so I went and grabbed one and set it next to my window. I walked back to my car and turned it off and grabbed my wallet and phone. I walked back over to my window and threw them onto my bed. I went back to my car and grabbed my drink and food. I closed my car door and made it to the chair in front of my window when I heard my front door open and saw someone and before I was able to get through the window, they made eye contact with me. Well, this is awkward.  

“I swear I live here but, based on the amount if vehicles there are way too many people here for my comfort level.” I said breaking the weird eye contact.  

“Okay. I guess I understand that.” They said.  

Wait, they look a bit familiar. Where do I know them from? I set my drink and food down on the end table just beside my bed and started crawling through before their head popped up just outside my window when I turned to close it.  

“Can I join you in a minute? It is a bit over stimulating in there and I just need somewhere to calm down. I promise I won’t bother you nor will I rat you out for sneaking past everyone.” They laughed.  

Wait, is that Bella Ramsey? That’s why they look familiar. I watched the last of us a couple of months ago. What the hell were they doing here?  

“Uh yeah I guess that’s fine.” I said and made my way off the bed and made room for them to get inside. Bella crawled through and immediately took notice of the style of my room. There was greenery everywhere. My curtains were green, bed sheets were green, comforter was white and so was my rug. The dresser was white, books were everywhere and my accent chair facing the bed was green as well. I had gold picture frames hanging up and a wax burner on, but it was a gold skeleton or appeared gold when it was on.  

“Wow. You really like the color green. It actually looks really nice in here.” They said.  

“Thank you.” I said. They got off the bed and stood next to me on the floor. I reached behind my bed and closed the window.   

“Where does your bedroom door lead out to exactly?” Bella asked.  

“Directly into the hallway. I am pretty close to the bathroom if you needed to go to the bathroom but, it’s also directly next to the living room where the front door is.” I said.  

“Okay awesome. I just want to make sure in case I need someone.” They said.  

“Okay. May I ask what you are doing here? Also, hi my name is y/n.” I asked.  

“Oh, yeah well nice to meet you y/n. I am here because my coworker and best friend is a mutual friend of Dani and I guess his girlfriend is your cousin Taylor. We were visiting him, and your cousin mentioned having to come out here to let everyone meet her new baby and well since we were here, she had us tag along. Then Dani invited your other cousin Seth since he was in town who also invited his friend Tommy who then invited Joseph and I guess more of your family’s friends showed up and somehow this turned into a party and then your dad’s best friend came over with a ton of beer and your next-door neighbor came over. He kind of looks like a gnome. Sorry I babble when I get anxious or nervous.” Bella said.  

“Now when you say my dad’s friends are here and the neighbor that looks like a gnome, I imagine they ordered pizza then or got tacos from jack in the box?” I asked.  

“Actually, they got both. I heard your dad say that he was going to call, and have you pick them up, but Pedro offered to go and get them with Sarah and since I was in the bathroom, they left without me, which is what led me to bumping into you. They took Sarah’s car and haven’t come back yet.” Oh my gosh. This is insane. How is this even possible?  

“Sarah?” I asked.  

“Yeah, his best friend Sarah Paulson.” Bella said.  

“Oh my god. I love her. She is amazing. Sorry I’m going to try and calm myself down a bit. I am a fan of yours as well, but I have been a fan of hers since I was a kid.” I said.  

Bella’s phone went off and they unlocked it and answered the phone.  

“Yeah, well y/n came home, and I went outside to get a breath of fresh air. I caught her sneaking into her room through the window and well I just kind of invited myself into her room and thankfully she welcomed me. It’s actually quite nice in here.  

Yeah well, it’s the door with the code lock on it at the end of the hallway. Don’t tell her family she is home. She mentioned there are too many people here for her as well. Plus, she is eating.  

Yeah, well hold on let me ask first.” Bella said and turned to face me.  

“Would it be alright if Pedro came in here too? Sarah had to leave pretty much right after dropping the food off and now he is feeling a bit alone.”  

“Yeah of course as long as no one has noticed he is coming to my room. I don’t expect him to come through the window.” I laughed. Oh god this is happening. This is how I am meeting my celebrity crush.  

“Actually, can he wait a moment? I would really like to get changed out of my work clothes before running into anyone else or having anyone else in my room.” I asked.  

“Yeah of course. Here let me give you some privacy.” Bella mentioned.  

“It's fine you can stay if you want, I’m not really uncomfortable with it but if it would make you uncomfortable then okay.” I said and Bella smiled.  

“Alright well I promise I won’t look then.” Bella mentioned. They turned around to make sure they weren’t pointed towards the closet, which made me smile. I opened my closet door and pulled my shirt off and pulled my bra off. I put on a black T-shirt and then took my pants off and put on my Rick and Morty shorts. I put my dirty clothes into the hamper and kicked off my shoes and put them on the shoe rack. I closed the closet and sprayed on some perfume before opening the door after hearing a small knock. I almost melted as soon as I saw his brown eyes. I stepped aside to let him in and closed the door before anyone noticed I opened it. He had brought himself and Bella food from Jack in the box and handed them a drink.  

“Is it alright to eat on your bed?” Bella asked as I sat my food on my lap and opened it up.  

“No not at all.” I smiled. I know they aren’t used to my sarcasm, but it was quickly picked up on laughed at. I took a bite of my food and grabbed my remote off the floor. I turned my TV on and looked over at them.  

“Do either of you have a preference on what you want to watch?” I asked really hoping neither of them suggested anything.  

“No, no preference we are open to whatever.” They both said.  

“Alright cool.” I said and put on Hell's Kitchen. This has quickly become my favorite thing to watch while eating. I try not to eat in my room too often but for the moment it’s for the best.  

“Sorry, I completely forgot to introduce myself. I’m y/n welcome to my room. I don’t let everyone in but Bella caught me at the right moment and well I get the same feelings they do when becoming overwhelmed so I couldn’t just brush them away. Sorry if this isn’t your favorite show, I’m just used to watching this while I eat.” I said and never averted my eyes from the TV. He was much better looking in person. He looked amazing in the pictures but still he was a dream boat in person.  

"Nice to officially meet you. Your dad has mentioned a lot about you." Pedro said while not looking towards me. He already didn't seem very fond of me but if he is telling the truth and my dad has talked about me then I have a pretty good idea Why. My dad never has anything good or nice to say about me. He tells everyone with ears that I do nothing and mooch off him. That I don't clean or cook or pay rent and that I am a bitch towards him so of course he wouldn't like me if that's all he has heard. 

I couldn't help how in my head I was, so I put my fork down and pushed my food away. Bella noticed right away and tried not to bring it up. 

“Are you done? was it not good?" Bella asked. 

"Yeah, I am done, it's fine. I am just full. If you want, you can have it. I know Jack in the box is sometimes unsatisfying. " I said and that made them smile.  

"Thank You.” Bella said and put the sandwich in the bag and pulled my food in front of them and started eating it. 

"Oh my gosh you aren't joking these are pretty good. Thank you again." Bella said. 

"Do you know your father speaks ill of you to people?" They asked. 

"Yes, I do. None of its true. I am the only One that does any of the cleaning and cooking. I am also the only one providing groceries for the house. As well as I do pay rent. Quite honestly I pay an unfair amount." I said. I wrapped my right arm in front of my stomach because it started to hurt. 

"If that is true, why does he tell people that? I mean do you have proof he is lying to everyone?" Pedro asked. 

I grabbed my phone and unlocked it. I pulled up my bank account and opened up the statements. I put my phone in front of him and he could see most of my transactions went to a different account and those transactions were called rent. He handed the phone back to me and I switched over to the Walmart app and pulled up the purchase history and showed him the history where once and sometimes two times a week I do the grocery shopping and go and pick it up. Then when he handed it back, I opened up the text messages between my dad and I where he is thanking me for cleaning and cooking. That he appreciates that I have taken the responsibility of picking up after everyone even though I shouldn’t have to. He handed my phone back to me with a hint of disgust on his face.  

“Why don’t you stand up to him?” Pedro asked.  

“Because I have tried, and he has threatened to throw me out. I can’t afford to be thrown out right now. I’m waiting to have enough for a down-payment on a house and once that has been made then I can leave. I won’t have to look back at that point. I am on track financially that I should be able to put a down payment in about a month on a modular home that I just love.” I said with a smile. 

“Oh well that’s good. When you say not look back are you implying you won’t be coming to his house anymore or?” He asked.  

“That’s exactly what I’m implying. I don’t deserve that he is lying to people about me. I don’t need the fake apologies that he offers. I also have known for a long time that him and my sister actually don’t like me, and my mom is dead and can’t stick up for me so that’s what I will be doing. They don’t treat me like family so then I won’t be their family anymore.” I said smiling but, internally that hurt. Emotionally I am pretty numb but, the kid that always wanted to be loved never felt that love from anyone. I was alone. I am always alone. I don’t have friends and I don’t have family. It sucks but it is what it is.  

“Well, I am sorry that you have gone well I guess are going through that. No one deserves that.” Pedro said and his demeanor shifted towards me. He didn’t seem angry or that he didn’t like me so much anymore. I locked my phone and put it back on the side table.  

“Just curious what’s up with that lock on your door?” He asked.  

“I don’t like them getting into my room when I’m not here so now they have to have a password to get in or my fingerprint. They also try to come in when I’m asleep to take stuff that is mine so again the lock is there, so I feel secure.” I said. I took my eyes off the TV and looked at him, noticing he was looking at me and so was Bella.  

We all stopped when we heard knocking on the door.  

“Hey, is anyone in here?” My dad’s voice came from the other side of the door.  

“Yeah, Bella and I are in here. I hope that’s okay.” Pedro stood up and opened the door while I put myself off to the far side of the room so my dad couldn’t see me.  

“Yeah, that’s fine. So, y/n’s cousin’s boyfriend mentioned that you didn’t have a place to stay. I don’t think she is coming home tonight she is probably out being a tramp. Anyway, you both can stay here if you want. The room next to this one is a guest room you just would have to put the bed together as well that way you don’t have to share.” My dad slurred out. Fuck he has been drinking.  

“Oh, uhm thanks yeah that would be great.” Pedro said. My dad walked away, and Pedro closed the door. With him drunk like that I went into an anxiety attack. The last time he was drunk he lunged at me and punched me in the stomach and face. Fuck. I don’t want to be here. I started to hyperventilate and sat on the ground. I folded into myself holding onto my legs and pushed myself up against the wall. I put my head on my knees and just started to cry. I never made sound when I cried anymore but it was just sudden, and they didn’t realize I was having an anxiety attack for a moment. After a minute Pedro was quick to realize what was happening and walked over to me and sat down next to me.  

“I’m going to hug you, okay?” He said and with no objection he embraced me and squeezed a little. 

“It’s going to be okay. He is gone. He has walked away. Your door is closed, and it has locked again. He is gone and he can’t come in on his own. It’s okay. You are going to be okay.” He squeezed me a little more. The pressure was reassuring but, the words are what brought me to stop the tears. I opened my eyes again and realized I was against the wall. I closed my eyes again and took a deep breath.  

~flashback~ (trigger warning heavy abuse mentioned)  

“You should have just washed the fucking dish I put in the sink. Such a stupid bitch!” my dad yelled at me. He started to lunge for me.  

“No please I’m sorry I will wash it. Please dad, I am sorry. Please I will wash it. Please don’t hit me.” I pleaded with him, but it fell on deaf ears.  

“Too fucking late. You had your chance.” He continued to lunge for me until I was backed into a corner, and he slapped me across the face. I started to cry loudly because of the pain that stung my face from his slap. I felt a sharp pain on my head, and he grabbed my hair and forced me to look at him.  

“Next time just do what I fucking asked. I shouldn’t have to ask twice!” He screamed into my face and dragged me by my hair to my room. He threw me onto the trundle bed and walked out of my room. He shut the door and locked it behind him. I know he isn’t done. He never is. I heard cabinets open, and slam shut. A few minutes later I heard his footsteps come towards my room. I just need to hide. That’s all. If I can hide, I will escape the wrath. I quietly got off my bed and quietly opened my closet door and hid under my desk behind a box I had in front of it and the boxes next to it should have hidden me pretty well. The clothes that fall on top and over it should aid my escape. I closed my mouth and clamped my hand over it attempting to silence my cries completely as I heard my bedroom door open.  

“I know you are in here I locked the door.” He said.  

“You can come out and get it over with or if I have to find you and drag you out it is going to be worse.” I heard him crack his belt. No please. I don’t want to be hit anymore.  

“You have until the count of three!” I don’t think he would look for me. I think he is trying to purposely make me come out.  

“ONE!” He started to shout. I made no movement.  

“TWO!” He shouted again. Oh god. Am I making a mistake?  

“THREE! You are going to wish you had just come out!” He immediately walked over to my bed and pulled out the second mattress expecting me to have hidden there. He walked over to the closet ripping the door I wasn’t at and punching the clothes hard. He slammed that door shut and opened the door almost directly in front of me making the same motions of hitting all the clothes. He started to pull at the box in front of me. No please no. Don’t. He is going to see me. Please.  

“I found you!” He said. He grabbed my ankle and dragged me out of the Closet.  

“Dad please stop! Dad please. I’m sorry. I will go wash it. I swear I’m sorry please.” I cried with snot now bubbling out of my nose.  

He dragged me over to my bed and sat down with his belt still firm in his hand. I kept moving. I didn’t want to stay still for him to spank me with the belt.  

“Stop moving or I am just going to swing and where it lands is where you will get spanked!” He screamed at me. I didn’t listen and kept moving until I felt a hard crack on my back that halted my movements. I felt another crack against my back and then another one. He laid five cracks of the belt on my back and when I fell onto the ground and cried it annoyed him more. He lifted me back up by my hair and threw me onto the bed and wrapped his hands around my neck. He started to squeeze it and I wasn’t able to catch my breath or breathe. I felt all hope escape me before I blacked out on my bed. I felt him finally release my neck before completely losing consciousness.  

~End of Flashback~ 

The tears were persistent. They were back and strong. I sniffled to try to quiet myself again and the squeezing was no longer effective. I was in full blown panic.  

“Please no. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry. I’ll do it. Please don’t hit me again. Please!” I said never looking at who was hugging me. My PTSD was happening strongly. I wasn’t going to get better at my dad’s house. I just need two more paychecks and then they will accept my work history for the down payment. I have practically enough, and my credit isn’t shit so I should be fine.  

“It is okay. Nothing like that is going to happen with people in the house, okay? Come back. Whatever you are seeing is not happening right now, okay? Come back.” He said, whispering it against my ear as he hugged tighter. I felt the pressure and it began to release. Bella and Pedro heard a scratching at the door and Bella stood up and let the animal scratching at it in. It was a dachshund dog. He had dark brown and light brown spots, and he was mine. I named him Cow and if you Moo'd at him he barked and jumped on you. Little cow ran over to me and muzzled his nose against me until I put my legs down and he jumped into my lap. I started to pet him and between the hug and him I was able to snap out of the flashback. I opened my eyes and I no longer felt like I was stuck in my old purple room. I was back in my room with white walls and a bunch of green and gold decorations. I had someone’s strong muscular arms around me and I looked up and saw Bella staring down at me with watery eyes.  

“What happened to you?” They asked.  

“Let’s not get into that right now. Right now, y/n needs to think of anything else. Obviously, something bad happened and he did it because she was fine up until that point. For right now though let’s put a movie on, meet the puppy and help y/n calm down, okay?” Pedro said before I could say anything.  

“Thank you.” That was all I was able to say. I felt him release his arms from around me and I just wanted to cry again but I stopped myself. I didn’t need them to see me cry anymore. He stood up and lent me his hand to assist me in getting up. He pushed me towards the middle of the bed and with Bella on the other side he grabbed the remote and pushed Netflix.  

“We are going to watch whatever is in your continue watching section. Outside of this I don’t know what you like so I’m going to not guess.” He said. He ended up putting Grey’s anatomy on because it was the only thing on the list thankfully. I just finished Narcos, so I knew it wasn’t going to be on it. Thank the lord that none of his movies were on that list. Talk about embarrassing. Granted having an anxiety attack that shifted into a ptsd episode and crying was definitely embarrassing. He wrapped his arms around me again and Bella followed suit. Cow was on top of my lap and with all the pressure on me plus my best fur friend I ended up falling asleep in about ten minutes.  

❤️Two hours later❤️ 

I woke up in a sweat. Why is it so hot? I felt an arm around me, and I froze. Who was in my bed?  

I looked at the person who was wrapped around me and it was Pedro. Oh, that’s right but where is Bella? Fuck I need to pee. I slowly and quietly slipped out from under his arm and got up. I made my way to the bathroom and did my business. I walked to the guest room peeking in and seeing Bella asleep in there. Okay cool. They stayed too. I really am thankful they were here to help me through it. I walked into my room and quickly realized none of my fans were on. That’s why it is so hot. I turned on my ceiling fan and then the two fans pointed towards my bed. I walked back over to the opposite side of where I usually sleep since Pedro was on it and laid back down. I felt his arm snake around me again and I smiled, and a blush crept on my face.  

“Are you okay?” He mumbled. Maybe he is sleep talking.  

“Y/n are you okay?” He asked again. Definitely not sleep talking then.  

“Yes, I am fine go back to sleep.” I said. He pulled himself closer to me and pulled me to face him.  

“Are you sure? Did something happen?” He asked this time looking at me with worried eyes.  

“Nothing happened I woke up because I felt hot but then needed to go to the restroom. I promise I am fine thank you.” I said. He nodded and again pulled me closer to where my head was on his chest. I noticed he was sweating, and I pulled myself away from him.  

“Are you warm?” I asked sitting up.  

“Yeah but, it’s okay. I don’t have anything else to wear with me right now.” He said.  

“Hold on.” I stood up and walked to my closet and opened it. I pulled out a pair of men’s medium shorts and another pair of men’s shorts but in a large. It kind of makes me smile that his choices with these are either Scooby-doo or Rick and Morty as well.  

“One is a medium and the other is a large. Which ones do you want? I promise they are men’s basketball shorts.” I said and smiled.  

“Either works honestly. Are you sure? Are these your boyfriends or something?” He asked. I laughed a bit.  

“No boyfriend. They are mine. They are comfy for when I feel bloated or have some body dysmorphia. It happens more so now after the weight loss.” I said. I handed him the large ones and hung the medium ones back up. While I was turned around, he pulled his pants off and quickly put the shorts on.  

“Would it be okay if I slept with my shirt off? I won’t if it makes you uncomfortable.” He asked.  

“Yeah, that’s fine.” I said trying not to think of him sexually at the moment but it’s not working. I turned back to face the bed and saw him take his shirt off and I noticed his muscles were defined but not entirely. I could sort of see an outline of his abs, but he still had enough cushion that it was hot. I mean muscle is too but oh my god he was hot. I laid back down peeling my eyes off him and faced towards my closet. I need to calm down. No way was he thinking of me like that.  

“Like what you see?” He asked laughing.  

“I’m sorry. I really am sorry.” I said feeling heat run to my face. I am happy I am facing my closet because I know I was beat red right now.  

“It’s okay.  Don’t worry about it. Get some rest okay?” Pedro said.  

“You too.” I said before trying to settle my thoughts down. I felt him slowly and gently put his arm back around me. I scooted back to put my back against his chest. This is probably the best sleep of my life. I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep, but I couldn’t. I felt his hot breath on my neck, and I felt goosebumps crawl onto my skin slowly. Fuck maybe if I faced him, I would be better off. I slowly turned to face him and nuzzled my head into his chest and took a deep breath. He smells so good. I can’t help but wonder what other parts of him felt like. Fuck go to sleep. Quit being a perv. It’s not okay. He is just being nice. He isn't going to be into me like that especially if he witnessed my anxiety attack with the tears. I rolled my eyes at my own thoughts and started to close my eyes. I am really tired. 

❤️6 hours later❤️ (slight smut/fluff)

I kept feeling something poke me. It has officially woken me up but, I have refused to open my eyes. There is a chance I imagined everything last night and the person wrapped around me was a booty call.  

I started to hear light moans in my ear. Fuck that's hot. I tightened my thighs as I started to feel my clit throb as I was getting turned on.  

"Mhm fuck." I heard him whisper. I felt the grip he had on me tighten and then felt him grind on me.  

"Fuck you feel so good." he moaned out.  

Fuck I am getting so wet. Whoever he is dreaming about is lucky. He grinded against me again and feeling his bulge poke against me made me gasp and open my eyes. I lifted up the blanket and looked down at a very hard cock covered in the shorts I had let Pedro borrow. Fuck he is not small and now I know what woke me up. I let the blanket go, letting it cover the both of us and quickly turned to where my back was facing him again. I felt another ache between my legs. God, I want to feel what it's like to have him inside me. I felt his arm snake around me again and he pulled me into him. He grinded into me again and a soft moan escaped my lips. Fuck I want him so bad. What time is it? I want to reach for my phone but it's not within arm's reach and if I reach for it then I am pretty sure I would grind against him, and I am not trying to torture myself. I am already wet for him. Maybe I should sneak off to the bathroom and masturbate to take the edge off. Nah fuck that my hand is not going to be enough for me and it would be weird if I got caught going to the bathroom with my vibrator. 

I felt him grind against me again before he jerked himself awake. I felt him pull his hand off me and whisper to himself. "Fuck I hope I didn't wake her up. I hope she didn’t get bothered by that. What is wrong with me?" He was being hard on himself. 

"I am awake. That woke me up. It's okay don't be so hard on yourself." I chuckled a little at the pun I threw in there. "If anything by grinding on me the way you have, I am incredibly turned on." I said now chewing on my cheek. 

"Wait, I grinded on you?" He asked. I laid on my back. 

" Yes, a few times. The first time I was facing you. I pulled away and faced with my back towards you and you pulled me back into you and grinded into me a couple more times until you woke up." I said now blushing and I turned my head to look at him and he had his hands on his face.  

"I am so sorry.” He said. 

"It's okay really. It's been a hot minute since anyone has poked me awake. " I laughed a bit more. 

"Thank you for not being mad." He said now, pulling his hands off his face and looking at me. He looked at my lips and back towards the door. 

"So no one else knows the code to the door other than you?" He asked.  

"No one else but me. Why?" I asked. He pulled himself closer to me. 

⭐️Smut Ahead warning! Minors DNI!!⭐️ 

He pulled me against him as close as he could get before brushing his lips against mine. Oh fuck. 

"Can I?" He asked. I just nodded and he leaned the rest of the way in and started to kiss me. His lips felt so soft. He ran his tongue against my bottom lip and I opened my mouth enough for him to slip his tongue into my mouth and I felt him run his tongue along mine. I felt his right hand glide up my body. He rested his right hand on the left side of my neck. I felt a little pressure on the back of my neck from his fingers. I moaned a little at the pressure release it had given to me. He slowly let his hand fall back down my body. He brushed his fingertips on my left breast letting his hand slow when his fingers grazed my nipple making it harden. Fuck I think my whole body is sensitive right now. His fingers continued to fall until it met the edge of my shirt and he pushed up on it a little. I pulled away from his kiss despite not wanting to. I sat up and took my shirt off throwing it across the room. I don't need it any time soon. I quickly stood up off the bed and took my sleep shorts off kicking them to the side before getting back onto the bed. It's been a long time since I have been touched by someone. I repositioned myself next to him and pulled his hand back to where he had it a moment ago.  

"please." is all I said before he leaned back in giving me a quick peck on the lips before getting off of the bed and pulling the shorts I loaned him off. He got back on the bed but he didn't take the same position as before. No he sat on the end of the bed and was now pulling my left leg to position me on my back with my legs spread open. He crawled between my legs and stopped when his face was in front of my very wet pussy. 

He looked up at me and then positioned his arms under both of my legs. He did his best to hold his eye contact with me when he lightly licked my slit. I lightly moaned and my eyes closed at the feeling just the small contact brought me. He pulled his right arm free from Under my le9 and started to massage my inner thigh before looking down at my pussy bringing his hand to it and using his pointer finger and middle finger to hold my pussy lips open as he licked me from my hole up to my clit. His tongue went flush against my clit and began massaging it in circular motions growling against it. His facial hair scratching the skin surrounding my clit bringing another sensation that instead Of hurting felt really good to me. 

" Oh fuck" I moaned out. “please, more." I managed to moan out. 

He pulled his mouth and tongue off my clit and before I managed to whine out, I felt his hand move and I felt his fingers slide through the slick mess my pussy had become. Oh god. I need more. He ran his fingers over my opening before pushing them in making me groan.  

"Fuck you are tight." He said before licking my clit again running his teeth over it every other lap he did before pulling his fingers back out and plunging them back into me. He twisted them around a little before I felt him tapping something on the inside of me that made my mouth fall open, my head fall back, and my eyes squeeze shut, and a shiver raked down my body.  

"There it is." He mumbled against my clit. He continued the same tapping movement on the inside of my pussy while licking and sucking onto my clit. I started to feel a strong urge to cross my legs like something was going to come out. He pulled his mouth off of me but started to jerk his wrist in an upwards motion while his fingers kept at a bruising pace.  

"Fuck me. Relax. Let go. It's okay. Trust me." He said in a hushed and soothing tone. He ran his thumb over my clit a couple of times before my legs started to shake. I let go. I felt a gush of liquid escape me and heard a growl escape him before I felt his tongue on me again as I continuously moaned loudly through my orgasm.  

"Fuck you taste so damn good." He moaned out before removing his fingers from inside of me and slipped them into his mouth to suck off the remaining juices that were on them from me. I put my hands in my hair and pulled on it a little still feeling the effect that orgasm had on me. He started to kiss my stomach and continued to kiss his way up to my mouth. He was still positioned between my legs. He brushed his lips against mine again. 

"Is this still what you want?" He asked before brushing the tip of his cock between my pussy lips and ran it down from my clit and lining himself up with my entrance. 

"Yes. I so badly want to feel you." I said and this time I closed the gap and kissed him. He pushed the tip of his cook in stretching me out. He was girthy so he was not even remotely prepping me with his fingers for that. He moaned into the kiss and bucked his hips forward slamming his cock into we completely. I squeezed my eyes shut. It hurt to be stretched like this, but it was worth the pain. he had to have been nine inches. Eight inches is when it starts hurting for me but, he definitely passed that point about an inch ago. He continued to bury his cock into me until I felt his balls against my ass. 

"Fuck Fuck Fuck!" I moaned back.  

"God you are so fucking tight." He said before pulling his hips back until he left just the tip of his cock inside of me before thrusting himself back into me until his balls slapped my ass again.  Fuck. Oh god. This is going to ruin me. He sat up still buried inside of me. He pulled my hips back into him before he moved again. His knees now under my ass. He put my legs onto his shoulder and leaned forward as much as my body would let him before finding the angle that allowed him to pull out and slam right back into the spot he found in my pussy. I groaned really loud at every thrust he sent into that spot. The pressure was building up again inside me. I felt myself starting to shake again. He let my legs down when he felt my body shake against him. He got back on top of me and began kissing me again while managing to slam his cock into the same spot.  

“Fuck fuck oh god oh fuck Pedro please." I moaned out. 

"Squirt for me again. Cum all over my cock. Please. I want to feel it all over me.” He said mumbling against my lips. I can’t take it oh my god. It’s too much. Fuck. I let everything loose and felt another gush leave me. Fuck I squirt. Oh god that’s what that is. Oh my god I didn’t know I did that. I haven’t done that before. Oh god.  

“Oh fuck. Yes, oh god y/n fuck that feel so good. I’m gonna cum.” He put his head against my neck and started moaning. He continued to slam into me, but his pace quickened and became sloppy. Oh god please. I want every drop.  

“Where can I?” He started to ask.  

“Please cum in me. Please.” I said looking into his eyes making eye contact. Without breaking eye contact he started to groan, and his hips bucked forward harshly a couple times one quickly after another with his mouth parted open.  

“Oh fuck.  

So, 

 Fucking 

 Hot.” He moaned out and put his head on my shoulder. His head now dripping in sweat. His cock throbbed inside of me as he started to cum. I felt every bit of his release fill me up and I couldn’t stop myself from tightening my pussy around it trying to ride out the fresh orgasm that quickly started to happen at feeling all his cum release from his cock and deep inside of me. Fuck it felt so good. I grinded against him a little to get some friction on my clit. I didn’t want this to end. I never wanted this to end. I am not going to have these kinds of orgasms with anyone else. He made me squirt. I didn’t know I could do that. How am I just supposed to walk away from this.  

He finally pulled himself out of me and quickly the feeling of being empty was saddening me. However, I still felt happy when I noticed the dripping between my leg was his cum. He rolled onto his side getting off me and laid on his back. He took a deep breath and then he brushed his hands down his face.  

“Fuck I don’t know about you but, that felt so good.” He said.  

“I think you ruined me.” I said with a big smile on my face.  

“What do you mean?” He asked now rolling onto his side looking at me and running his fingers over my stomach.  

“I didn’t know I could squirt. I haven’t done that with anyone yet so yes, I think you just ruined me. Now I am always going to crave that kind of orgasm.” I said laughing a little at the end and then turning to face him.  

“Okay here is a question. What do we need to do to prevent something growing inside of you that isn’t me?” Pedro asked and I couldn’t hold back the laughter from the little comment he made.  

“Don’t stress about it. I have an IUD and on top of that I still take a birth control pill. The chances of anything growing inside of me that are not you are extremely unlikely. The way my doctor explained it to me was that whatever the IUD doesn’t keep out the pill will. As well as I have no STD’s and I am hoping that is the same for you.” I said and then looked at him a little worried.   

“Don’t worry I am clean, and I wouldn’t have done anything like that if I wasn’t. I promise.” He said and I honestly believe him. I don’t think he would lie about something so serious.  

I turned my head towards the door when I heard someone knocking on it. Oh shit. We were loud. Some people knew that we were both in here.  

“Guys it’s just me Bella open up after you get dressed.” They said through the door. Pedro ran his hands over his face and tried to hold back some laughter. I smacked his arm playfully and laughed myself attempting to get out of bed before feeling his hand on my arm pulling me back into him.  

“Not so fast. They can wait for a bit. I just want to lay down and cuddle right now if that’s alright.” He said and I smiled and laid back down on the bed and cuddled into his chest. He started to lightly stroke my hair and I was not going to lie. It felt so good that I had quickly fallen asleep against him. 

[maybankbae]

My Valentine

Word Count: 1,000+

Warning: Strong Language and Smut

A/N: I’m sorry this took such a while but I hope you love the Valentine’s Day chapter. My birthday is also in 2 days so maybe I’ll do something fun for that! Anyway happy reading!

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It was now offically Valentine’s day and Daniella cursed to herself as she stood in the bathroom in some oversized shirt for the time being as makeup brushes and products were sprawled everywhere on her bathroom sink.

She was slicking her hair back into a spiky bun as she was on facetime with KayKay.

‘This looks fine. I don’t have time to redo it’ She thought to herself.

“So is this like a date?” She asked as she sprinkled tajin seasoning in her Ramen noodles making Daniella furrow her eyebrows in disgust.

She cleaned up her vanity by putting her makeup brushes and sponges in their respective drawers.

“Nope it’s just two close friends going on a friendly ramen date.”

She raised an eyebrow and stopped her task at hand, “Who shamelessly flirt with one another in public, slept in the same bed, hold hands, kiss each other, and you’ve been photographed in his clothes multiple times so I would call this little outing here a date.”

“I guess it is a date if that makes you feel better.” She opened her closet looking at the white off the shoulder top and picked it up examining the fabric.

“Too much?” She asked KayKay who was sitting on her couch, eating the spicy noodles while looking at the fabric through the phone.

“Just enough. It’s sexy, yet classy. Saying I wanna get dicked down but getting ate out would be enough.”

Daniella may or may not have gone a couple rounds with her vibrator last night while thinking about Calum and how it would feel if he just rubbed her clit from behind while they were in the middle of a dirty fucking session.

But nobody needed to know that except her.

Her eyes’s widened as she slipped on a pair of wide legged jeans and her black kitten heels. She wasn’t that tall and this gave her some sort of height compared to Calum.

Her phone buzzed with a Ring doorbell notification that someone was at the front door, her golden doodle Pepper barking and scratching to see who it was.

“Go get your man girl. He’s outside I’m guessing. I hear Pepper scratching at the door.” KayKay announced, wiggling her fingers suggestively.

“Not my man.” Daniella defended as she sprayed some Miss Dior perfume on her wrists.

“Not your man yet you’re using Miss Dior, suree. And you’re getting Ramen together on Valentine’s day. This is a date.”

“I’m gonna go now. I’ll call you later.” She bid her goodbye before hanging up.

She trotted downstairs and looked at her reflection in her phone before opening her door, seeing Calum sporting his blond grown out buzzcut and she would be lying if it didn’t make her weak in the knees.

“Hey!” They said at the same time. Pepper ran up to Calum’s leg and rubbed her nose against his leg making him chuckle and pick her up.

“Even after 2 years of you having Pep, she still loves me more than you.”

Daniella scoffed while filling up the dog’s water bowl.

“She smells Duke on your clothes don’t even with me. She loves her mommy.”

Grabbing her wallet with her essentials like her license and extra cash from the rack and she grabbed Pepper from Cal’s arms and placed her in the crate, making her whine. “I know baby. I’ll be back soon though.”

"Got everything?"

She nodded and made her way to Calum's new G-Wagon.

"We should get going before traffic picks up." Daniella stated before her phone automatically connecting to his bluetooth and playing Cruel Summer as it was on repeat in her house.

He started the car wordlessly before turning on the main road on the way to the ramen place.

Calum snook a couple of looks of Daniella singing with the window down, without thought he reached over and placed his hand on her jean clad thigh.

She paid no attention to it as she kept singing along to the Taylor Swift song playing.

20 minutes later they pulled up at the ramen place as Calum searched for a parking space, not wanting to pay the 10 dollars for public parking.

"You could just parallel park for free." She suggested looking at an empty row of parallel parking spaces.

"I could but I just really don't want to, but looks like I'm gonna have to."

He set the car in reverse. Grabbing Daniella's headrest to see him backing up in a straight line and pulling forward. He put the car in park.

Calum got out before Daniella could open her door and opened it for her.

"And they say chivalry is dead." She grabbed his hand as they walked in and sat down.

Walking out together hand in hand a while later in laughter as they were talking about the lady who was cursing at one of the workers for getting her order wrong apparently.

"Oh my god that poor girl she looked like she was gonna cry. She's probably just a teenager and working her first job. I feel so bad for her." Daniella sympathized with the young girl.

They soon pulled back into his driveway and she got out with the leftover ramen in the takeout bag. Daniella didn’t believe in wasting food.

Duke approached Daniella as soon as Calum opened the door, yipping at her with excitement in his puppy eyes.

“Duke! Hi little man, I missed you so much.” She baby talked him and gave him kisses on his fur as she sat down on Calum’s couch, him turning on Criminal Minds season they were on.

“He only likes you right now cause he smells Pepper.”

“Whatever you’re just mad your son likes me more.”

By the time they ended their binge of 6 episodes, Daniella had fallen asleep with Duke in her lap as her head was on his chest with his arm around her exposed shoulder of her top.

“Daniella. Wake up.” He shook her gently making her squint her eyes to realize where she was. Duke climbing off her lap and wandering somewhere else in the house.

“I always end up falling asleep here.” She mumbled in disappointment. You smell good Cal.” She mumbled still half asleep against his chest. He was wearing a Calvin Kiln cologne he’s been wearing after he took from Ashton’s house after a night out.

“Thanks.”

They looked into each other’s eyes and their breathing picking up as Calum made the first move and captured her full lips with his. Her eyes widened in shock but soon melted into his touch.

She moved onto his lap as their lips never left each other’s, her thumbs stroking his cheek. Their sloppy make-out session still going on. His lips traveling down to her neck marking her skin with little purple bruises.

She pulled away first, her red lipstick smudged and lips swollen from the intensity of the kiss. Both of them giggled at the sexual tension in the air that could be cut through like a knife.

“Nice marks.” He smirked.

“They’re as sexy as the one who put them there.”

Soon enough they went back to making out, Daniella rolled her hips slightly against his hard on making her sigh in his mouth.

Continuing her actions, Calum’s hands gripped her ass through her jeans. “Go on baby, get yourself off on my lap.” He spoke softly in her ear.

She sat on his hard cock. He let out a groan as she rocked against his hardened cock. He gripped her ass in his hands and guided her along.

She leaned her neck back in pleasure, him leaning forward and sucking marks on her.

“Oh fuck.” She breathily whispered as she grabbed onto his shoulders for support as she began to move her hips back and forth against his cock.

“Your doing so good darlin.” He praised her, thumb rubbing the side of her cheek in encouragement.

She moaned out as she rutted her hips faster, chasing her high as her stomach was contracting.

“C’mon Daniella I know you’re close.” He hummed as he met her hips with thrusts as she pinched at her nipples. Her eyes rolling back in pleasure.

“Calum.” She moaned out as her hips stopped and her thighs shook slightly.

“I got ya.” He stroked her back as she came down from her high.

“How’d that feel?” He asked her with a small smirk.

She slapped his chest playfully and stretched her arms out.

“Stay with me tonight?” He asked running his hands over her hips.

She pretended to think. “I guess so.” Making him give her a blank stare.

“I’ll stay because Duke is here.”

[sluttywonwoo]

something more || h.js x reader

Summary: it’s a tale as old as time- your roommate walks in on you masturbating and things escalate from there

Warnings: swearing, smut (18+) additional warnings under the cut

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )

Masterlist

additional warnings: additional warnings: masturbation, unprotected sex, choking, degradation, lowkey spit play

“Joshua! Come look at this!”

There were a lot of things you liked about your apartment. Cheap rent, nice views, mostly functioning air conditioning… however the gaping hole in your bedroom ceiling was not one of them. It had started out as a small leak a couple of weeks ago, water dripping from some imperceptible hole in the plaster that had slowly turned into a trickle and then a steady stream, until finally the ceiling had collapsed in on itself, unable to hold the weight of all of the water any longer. You had filed a maintenance request when you first noticed the leak, but it had gone ignored. Maybe now, now that your bed was covered in drywall and pipe water, now that you could see into the apartment above yours, your concerns would be important enough to be addressed.

“What is it?” your roommate called back.

You heard him approach and waited for the gasp that would follow. “Y/n…” he hissed, one hand over his mouth, the other gripping your shoulder in shock.

“I know.”

“Holy shit.”

“I know.”

“What do we do?”

“I don’t know.”

You sighed and took a tentative step forward into your room, wincing when your sock made contact with your damp rug.

“I’ll call maintenance,” Joshua offered and turned on his heel to grab his phone.

“I’ll… try and figure my shit out, I guess.”

His footsteps faded into the background as he retreated into his own room and you looked around your room with a frown, surveying the space for anything salvageable. You were surprised you hadn’t started crying yet. But apparently your brain hadn’t quite caught up with your eyes because all you felt was a numb sort of apathy as you gazed at the mess in front of you.

There was no way you could sleep in your room tonight. Even if you managed to dry everything and clear the debris, there was still a giant fucking hole in the ceiling. The mere thought of trying to fall asleep underneath it made you uneasy. You would have to crash somewhere else.

“They said not to touch anything-” Joshua shouted from the other room. You froze in place, afraid you’d already done something you weren’t supposed to and decided to join him in the kitchen instead.

Your socks left wet footprints against the concrete floor as you padded over to where Joshua was. He shot you a look of sympathy as you peeled them off and tossed them to the side, shifting his attention back to the notepad on the table in front of him to write something the person on the other end of the phone was saying.

The pen hovered above the paper momentarily, and Joshua rolled his eyes with an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Tomorrow? Is that the earliest- yeah that’s fine.”

The little hope you’d had that the issue would be resolved tonight fizzled, and you blew out a breath of frustration. You pulled out your phone and began scrolling through your contacts, mentally making notes of who might let you spend the night at their place.

Joshua thanked whoever he was talking to and hung up, pushing the notebook away from him with a groan.

“They’ll be here tomorrow morning,” he said, giving you an apologetic look. “What are you doing?”

“Texting Seungcheol.”

Joshua made a face. “Seung- why?”

“I’m going to ask if I can sleep over.”

“You haven’t talked to him in months,” your roommate protested.

“He’ll say yes to me,” you assured him.

“That’s because he expects you to sleep with him.”

“I know.”

“Y/n! You’re not seriously going to have sex with him in exchange for a place to stay, are you?”

“Well when you put it like that…” you trailed off and sighed. “Whatever, I’m not above it. It’s been a while since I’ve been laid anyway.”

“Seungcheol couldn’t even last thirty seconds-” he paused when you gave him a look, “I know from what you’ve told me. Not because I slept with him.”

“You know saying that makes it sound like that’s exactly why you know.”

“Please, y/n, I have taste,” he said matter-of-factly, easily dodging a swat from you. “You’re not sleeping at Seungcheol’s,” he said as if he’d decided, as if he had final say on the matter.

“Well, what am I supposed to do, Joshua?” you demanded. “I can’t sleep in my own room, and you know I can’t sleep on the couch so what do you suggest?”

“Take my room,” he offered simply, shrugging like it should have been obvious.

“What?”

“You can have my bed and I’ll sleep on the couch. You don’t even have to fuck me for it.”

You rolled your eyes. “Well what do I have to do for it?”

You could tell Joshua wanted to say ‘nothing’, but knew you wouldn’t accept his offer without feeling like you could give him anything in return so he settled for “fried rice”.

“You want fried rice?”

“I want your fried rice,” he clarified with a grin. “You know it’s my favorite.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“Okay,” you agreed. “Fine. Thank you, Joshua.”

He gave you a knowing smile and nodded. “Don’t mention it.”

-

Joshua kept his room colder than yours. Your wet hair from the shower only made the chill worse, but you didn’t want to mess with the thermostat and throw off how he liked things. You were even hesitant to touch the pillows on his bed. You knew Joshua wouldn’t care, but you still wanted to respect his space.

Joshua was literally the most easygoing person you knew, which offered a nice balance in contrast to your high-strung, perfectionist personality. One time you’d bled on his sheets while you were just hanging out in his room and he was completely unphased. He just threw the bedding in the wash like nothing had happened and mentioned that he’d been needing to wash them anyway while you practically cried in embarrassment.

“It’s okay, y/n. I’ve had girlfriends before.”

“Yeah, but I’m not your girlfriend!”

“We live together, close enough.”

To be fair, you knew that this kind of thing happened all the time, but you were still mortified. You didn’t even pay attention to the rest of the movie you and Joshua had been watching. To this day you didn’t know how the Lego Batman Movie ended.

“You need something to sleep in?” Joshua had asked on your way from the bathroom back to his room, having noted your state of undress.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to make the trips to and from the shower in nothing more than a towel, but he knew you wouldn’t be able to go back into your room tonight, and that most of your clothes were still damp from the ceiling anyway.

“Yeah, that’d be great.”

He just nodded from where he was on the couch and gestured past you in the direction of his door. “You know where everything is. Pick out whatever.”

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

You’d chosen an old t-shirt from a gas station souvenir shop, one of many in his collection of road-trip tees and a pair of panties you had managed to snag from your dresser before Joshua had yelled at you to get out of your room earlier.

You hung your towel on a hook attached to the back of his closet door and sprawled out on his bed, pulling the comforter around yourself.

It was late. It had been late for a while, but you and Joshua were night owls. You both kept busy schedules, so at night you liked to take some time for yourselves before bed. Still though, you knew you should sleep. But you couldn’t.

You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to relax your muscles.

If you were being honest, the idea of getting laid had been exciting and you were a bit disappointed it wasn’t going to happen for you tonight. It had been a while since you’d been with anyone, and you were craving the intimacy, even if it was coming from someone like Dylan.

Your skin was beginning to feel hot and sticky, and you pushed the covers off of you in your frustration. You had just been cold a few moments ago, and all it had taken to make you sweat was the mere thought of sex. It was pathetic, you were pathetic, and you knew it.

Your fingers inched toward the waistband of your panties almost unconsciously before you stopped yourself. You were in Joshua’s bed. You shouldn’t be getting yourself off in his bed. That was wrong. It wasn’t your room, there must be some sort of boundary for this sort of thing. Roommate code. What if Joshua walked in on you- no. You clenched your fists by your sides and sighed. The idea of your roommate walking in on you with your hand down your pants should not be turning you on. It should be having the opposite effect. But you couldn’t help it.

You had managed to suppress your attraction to him for this long, being in his bed shouldn’t be the breaking point. Maybe it was because his sheets smelled like him, or maybe it was because you were wearing his shirt…fuck, you wished you had your vibrator. The little pink toy was sitting in the drawer of your bedside table, likely water damaged beyond repair. God, hadn’t you lost enough?

“Forgive me, Shua,” you whispered hoarsely into the empty room as you resigned yourself to your pleasure.

Your pussy had won over your head and you’d given into your desire. Familiar sparks of arousal flickered faintly in your stomach when you brushed the tips of your fingers over your panties. You weren’t shocked to discover that the material was already damp from where your wetness had seeped through.

You tried to think about Seungcheol, about your celebrity crushes, about anyone other than the person behind the other side of the door, but your mind kept drifting back to your roommate. You thought about what Joshua’s fingers would feel like instead of your own. They were so much longer than yours… you stifled a moan as you curled a finger into yourself and let your thumb begin to circle your clit, imagining Joshua’s head was buried in between your thighs instead.

Getting yourself to the edge was usually difficult for you without the help of toys or a third party, but you surprised yourself when your thighs began to tense in anticipation as you worked your fingers over your g-spot repeatedly, orgasm just out of reach. You were trying to be as quiet as possible, but you kept letting quiet sighs and curses slip from between your lips as your focus began to blur.

You pictured Joshua pushing himself into you, pictured how his face would scrunch up in pleasure as he felt you clench around his cock for the first time, how he’d kiss your neck and praise you for taking him so well- you bit down on your knuckles to stop yourself from screaming.

The invisible string inside of you snapped right as the door to Joshua’s room swung open and you were forced to rip your hand away from yourself as you came and your pussy clenched around nothing.

The light overhead flicked on and you squinted, groaning at the sudden blinding intrusion.

“Sorry,” Joshua apologized sheepishly. “I just forgot a pillow.”

You used your dry hand, the knuckle-bitten one, to throw him one of the pillows from behind you. He caught it with ease and you thought that would be it, but he zeroed in on your hand, narrowing his eyes at it with a confused expression on his face.

You hoped he couldn’t tell that you were still trembling from the aftershocks of your ruined orgasm, hoped he didn’t question why you were so flushed and breathless.

“What happened to your hand?” he asked, tossing the pillow aside and taking your hand into his own to observe. “You’re bleeding.”

Damn, you hadn’t meant to bite your hand that hard.

“It’s nothing,” you said and tried to yank your hand out of his grasp, but he was holding onto you too tightly.

“I have some Band-Aids in the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

“Shua you don’t have to-”

He was gone before you could finish your sentence, and back before you could protest any further. While he was in the bathroom you hurriedly wiped your other hand on your- his- shirt in an attempt to erase any evidence of what you had been doing just moments before he had interrupted.

“Give me your hand,” Joshua instructed, taking a seat on the bed so that he was facing you.

You outstretched your arm so that he could see the damage and watched as he dabbed a tissue at the specks of blood on your skin, applying pressure to stop the flow.

“It’s just a little scrape,” you insisted.

“Still, we don’t want it to get infected.”

“I guess,” you mumbled.

Once he was sure that you had stopped bleeding he dabbed a tiny bit of Neosporin onto your knuckle and wrapped a Spider-Man Band-Aid around your finger.

“Thank you.”

“Wait, I’m not done!”

“What do you mean?”

“I have to kiss it better.”

You rolled your eyes but gave in, lifting your hand to his face princess style. He pressed a gentle kiss to the Spider-Man Band-Aid and took a moment to admire his work. It was only when he was holding your hand closer that he noticed the indents in all of your other knuckles.

“Why were you biting your hand?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

There was no use in lying about it, the marks on your hand were clearly teeth marks. He would know you were bullshitting if you tried to play it off.

“I wasn’t.”

So much for that.

Joshua blinked. “Show me your other hand.”

“What? No.”

“Show me.”

“No!”

You grabbed the comforter and pulled it tighter to you while Joshua tried to wrestle it from your grasp.

“I swear to God, y/n,” he muttered under his breath.

You put up a good fight, but he was stronger than you and tugged it off of you within seconds of struggling. He pushed you back onto the bed and used his body to pin you to the mattress so that you couldn’t wriggle away. Now that you were stuck underneath him he was able to assess the hand that you had been trying to hide. You whimpered in embarrassment and watched in horror as he brought the hand… brought the hand to his…

“Joshua, what are you doing?” you breathed out.

He looked at you brazenly and then put two of your fingers in his mouth. You shivered as he sucked the arousal, the evidence, from your fingers to confirm his suspicion.

“You’re a liar,” he said finally.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you stammered.

Joshua chuckled to himself and let your hand fall back to your side. “And a brat too.” You scoffed in offense but Joshua just leaned down to kiss your forehead sweetly. “I already knew that, though.”

“Excuse you, but I am fucking delightful!” you argued.

“I never said you weren’t!”

“You just called me a brat!”

“Two things can be true at the same time.”

“I hate you.”

“So you… don’t want me to… give you a hand there?” he asked.

You paused. Was he really offering to-

“We’re friends, Joshua. You don’t have to do that.”

“I know. I want to.”

You could feel your heart beating in your throat and in your pussy. Joshua was your best friend and your roommate… but was there something more? Right now you wanted him more than you had ever wanted anyone. This couldn’t end well.

“Joshua?”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me.”

Joshua was back on top of you as soon as the words left your mouth, pressing his lips to yours while one of his hands tangled itself in your hair. You could taste yourself on his tongue and moaned softly into his mouth. You found yourself wishing the moment could last forever, but you quickly changed your mind when you felt Joshua pressing his thigh up in between your legs. Lazily making out was nothing compared to what he was doing now. He brought a hand to your hip and urged you to move. He guided you until you were rocking back and forth on his thigh at a steady pace.

“Feel good?” he asked.

You could only nod, not trusting yourself to speak. Your panties were the only layer between your pussy and Joshua’s leg, and although they were certainly ruined by now they still provided the means to create friction that went straight to your clit.

Joshua’s hands fiddled with the hem of the t-shirt you were wearing and he tugged at the bottom of it, motioning for it to come off.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

Another nod from you and he was whisking the shirt off over your head without a second’s hesitation. He was pulling his own shirt off next, tossing it into a pile on the floor with yours. His fingers found the waistband of your panties soon after, and he played with the elastic impatiently, eager eyes searching yours for approval. You lifted your hips off of the bed so that he could take them off, leaving you completely naked before him.

Joshua let his gaze travel down your body, shamelessly admiring every dimple, curve, and freckle that was now exposed to him. You shifted under him self-consciously, silently wishing you had shaved. If you had known you’d be fucking your best friend, you would have, but it was too late now and you could only hope he wasn’t bothered by a little hair.

“How are you real,” he murmured to himself, earning an eye roll from you. Joshua reached out and dragged a finger through your folds, smiling when you flinched. “So sensitive…” he noted. “Did you cum already?”

“Yes, but it was ruined,” you admitted.

“Poor thing,” he tsked in fake sympathy, bringing his hand back up to his mouth. “Just wanna nother taste. You’re too sweet to resist.”

“Shua,” you whined.

“What is it, baby?”

“I need you.”

He smiled down at you and took you by the chin, tilting your face up towards him. “You already have me.”

“You know what I mean!”

“But I want to hear you say it.”

You groaned stubbornly and twisted your head out of his grip, only to let out a yelp when he closed a hand around your throat.

“Stop being a brat,” Joshua spat as he forced you to look at him again. “I’ll give you one more chance to be a good girl, got it? Good girls use their words to tell me what they want. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you choked out desperately.

“Are you going to be a good girl?”

“I’ll be a good girl.”

“So what is it that you need, love?”

You swallowed your pride and opened your mouth to respond. “Your cock, please.”

“Sorry, what was that?” Joshua asked, cupping a hand around his ear as if he couldn’t hear you.

“I want- I need your cock, please.”

“Atta girl,” he praised and eased the grip around your neck. “Was that so hard?”

You shook your head weakly and watched as Joshua pushed his boxers down to his thighs, then onto the floor, letting his cock bounce up against his stomach. He was fully hard already and you wondered how long he’d been like that, wondered how he had so much self-control when you barely had any.

“We can stop whenever you want, okay?” Joshua said, face softening and hand gently cupping your cheek. “Let me know if it’s too much. Just tell me what you need, baby.” You nodded obediently and met him halfway as he leaned down to kiss you. He broke away from the kiss suddenly and held a hand underneath your mouth. “Spit,” he ordered.

You complied and sat up a little to spit into his hand. He worked that same hand over his cock a few times, using your spit to lubricate it before positioning himself over you.

“Is this a good idea?” you blurted right as Joshua was about to push himself into you, suddenly aware that you wouldn’t be able to go back from this as soon as he did.

You had shoved any feelings you’d had for Joshua down for so long and it would be impossible to keep doing after sleeping with him. But you had already come this far.

“Probably not,” Joshua answered with a shrug. “Do you want to stop?”

“No. Do you?”

“No.”

“Okay, cool.”

“Great.”

A brief moment of silence lapsed while you both stared into each others’ eyes, not quite sure where to go from there.

“I’m gonna fuck you now,” Joshua said casually after thirty more seconds of silence.

“Yes, please do.”

You braced yourself for the stretch as Joshua pushed into you at an agonizing pace and sank your teeth into his shoulder to relieve some of the pressure. Joshua groaned at the feeling of you pulsing around his cock, a feeling which was only heightened by you nipping at his skin.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“You’re… so big,” you echoed back.

He allowed you a few moments to adjust before he moved. You were already so worked up that he slid in and out of you easily and it wasn’t long before he was pounding into you at a fast tempo. He pressed hurried kisses to your jaw and neck, leaving a trail of hickies to remember him by.

You cried out each time his cock hit your g-spot, overwhelmed and still sensitive. Joshua kissed you to drown out your moans, clamping a hand over your mouth in his stead whenever he came up for air. His other hand was up against the wall for stability, though it wasn’t helping much.

“Joshua,” you gasped.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Can you choke me again, please?” you all but begged.

Joshua smirked. “Of course.”

He did as you asked and cursed when you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him in closer.

“See what happens when you’re a good girl and ask nicely?” he teased, cocking his jaw arrogantly. “You get rewarded.”

You could feel your orgasm building in your abdomen as Joshua continued to thrust into you and wondered if he was close too. You guessed that he was from the way his hips had began to falter.

“Up,” Joshua commanded suddenly.

He slipped out of you and grabbed you by the shoulders, hauling you into a sitting position.

“On your hands and knees,”

“And if I don’t?” you challenged.

“You don’t want to find out.”

“Are you sure?”

“Should I finish myself off, then?” he asked, pumping his cock lazily as if he expected you to call his bluff. “Leave you here needy, not let you cum?”

“No, please!”

You quickly got into position on all fours with your back to Joshua praying that he wouldn’t make good on his threat.

“That’s what I thought,” he said. You could hear the smile in his voice.

You fell forward on your face when he shoved his cock back into you only for him to tug you upright by your hair. He fucked you like that in doggy for a minute or so before he snaked an arm around your upper body and pulled you flush against his chest. Being seated on his lap allowed Joshua the ability to touch practically anywhere on your body. He took advantage of the new position by grabbing your tits.

He was so fucking deep in you like this you couldn’t stand it. Every tiny movement brought you closer to the edge and you weren’t sure how much longer you could last.

“Shua, I’m close,” you warned through broken gasps.

“Don’t cum yet.”

“Why not,” you whined.

“You’re not allowed to cum until you answer this question for me,” he said breathlessly.

“What is it?”

“When you were touching yourself earlier, who were you thinking about?”

“I-”

“Was it Seungcheol?”

“No.”

Joshua’s fingers found your clit and began rubbing circles around it, making it that much harder not to disobey him.

“Fuck, Joshua…”

“Who was it?”

“It was you! I was thinking about you!”

“Do you always think about me?” he pressed.

“You only said one question,” you accused defensively.

Interrogating you while he had you on the brink of orgasm was not fair.

“Fine, cum.”

You cried his name as you finally came. He held you through it, your orgasm triggering his own as you clenched around him repeatedly. Your name tumbled from his lips too, while he lost himself in the midst of pleasure. You couldn’t see his face as he came, but you could imagine it, like you had hundreds of times before. The way his hair would stick to his forehead, the way he’d bite down on his lip and squeeze his eyes shut as he let go of control…

You couldn’t see him as he came, but you could feel him. You felt his entire body tense behind you, felt the warm spurts of cum fill you up, felt the way he instinctively grabbed at your throat to anchor himself.

Neither of you spoke for what felt like an eternity as you both caught your breath. Joshua collapsed on the bed with you in his arms, cock still buried inside of you. He brushed your hair out of your face and turned your head so that he could look into your eyes.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded sleepily and gave him a weak smile. “I’m good.”

“Are you sure? I wasn’t too rough?”

“No, you were perfect.”

He kissed you again without a second thought and you kissed him back. It felt familiar and warm, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Here let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, pulling out of you.

You winced at the empty feeling, but laid in bed motionlessly and let Joshua dote on you. He used a warm washcloth in between your thighs and wrapped a new Spider-Man Band-Aid around your hurt finger. He slipped back into his boxers and tossed you another pair of his to wear before fetching you a glass of water from the kitchen and making you drink it all.

Joshua returned to bed finally and snuggled up to you instantly. You nestled yourself into the crook of his arm and rested your head on his shoulder.

“I thought I didn’t have to fuck you to sleep in your bed,” you said quietly once he had gotten comfortable.

“Shut up.” There was still a lot to discuss between the two of you, but nothing that couldn’t wait until morning. For now you were content to fall asleep in his arms and ignore all of the unanswered questions bouncing around in your mind. “For the record, I still expect my fried rice.”

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I don’t know how to ask you this bestie 😩… But if you write incest do you mind doing one where all might’s daughter has a crush on Endeavor? And they both smash her… Feel free to make it stepcest if that’s more comfortable 🥲

DON’T BESTIE ME YOU FREAK!!!!-

Anyways, congrats on being my FIRST controversial ask. That being said, it took me a while to figure out whether or not I would write this one 🤔. Of course, this will be one of the ones I won’t be able to post on Wattpad lmao, but I’ll give it a go!

If you didn’t already read the request, I will give you the necessary warnings again.

tw: incest….. never thought this day would come, dp

Author's annual moral PSA: I would hope I wouldn't have to tell yall I don't condone this irl. This is both illegal in many states, and in all ways an abuse of power and trust. Not to mention no one should look at their family members in this way and if it has happened to you don't be ashamed of it as it is not your fault but seek help because it is dangerous in the long run. This is for pure fantasy purposes

You are not underage in this fic. I never do underaged work.

There is way too much plot in this

Your cheeks were stretched wide enough to rival your fathers’ as you ran home. Your feet bounce and your pull at your braids nervously as you look out the window of the train, the excitement you felt made you restless to get home. Your neighbors watched you as you ran by, dents caused by your shoes hitting the pavement as your quirk flowed through your pumping blood. “Dad!”

You slam your front door open and scramble through the labyrinth of your rich home. Tossing open your father’s office door unaware of how your outburst startles All Might. “Y-Yes what is it?” Papers flutter all around as you carelessly glide through Toshinori’s neatly stacked papers. You slam the slightly crumpled papers onto his desk, ignoring how the sheer strength of your hand nearly causes his cold cup of coffee to fall. “Remember how 3rd years get the chance to have the first pick in finding the company they’ll sidekick for?!”

All Might watches you with fondness in his eyes as he cleans his glasses off. He was now far in his years, a healthy 82. His hair was now less of a golden yellow and more of beige as it silvered slowly. He was still his normal towering height, retained much of his muscles, and could periodically assume his big form now that he finally had the time to rest and heal properly. “You mean the program that you talked about every day because it was free.”

You roll your eyes, “Free for me, not for you. Anyways look, look, look!” You hold the paper in his face and he takes it from you, “I see you were accepted into your first choice at-” You snatch the paper from him and hop around excitedly, “-At Endevā Jimusho And that’s not even the best part!” All Might's contempt face drops, “All sidekicks get to stay in a guest house in close quarters with Endeavor himself!!"

Joy no longer existed in Toshinori's emotional library. "Absolutely not." Your face falls and your rant halts completely. "What?" Yagi puts his glasses on and shuffles through his papers stiffly, "I do not agree on Endeavors training methods." You raise an eyebrow, "Is this coming from the man that punched Pro-Hero Dynamite and Deku into buildings during an emergency villain drill? In front of everyone?"

Yagi hides his face behind a stapled packet, "I was giving them a taste of reality, a villain does not care for a hero's well-being." You sit down on his desk, legs crossed before curling your finger over his paper, your eyes miss how AllMight briefly glances down, “Yes, but isn’t it a job as a hero to protect people, even the students they train?” Yagi craned his neck until it makes a satisfying crack, a smirk adorning his lips. “I suppose you are right.”

He thinks for a moment before silently shuffling his papers before returning his gaze to your hopeful face, “Why should I assist you with your obvious little crush on my coworker?” You clearly stiffen “Well if it will make you happy-” You don’t allow him to finish before your arms around his shoulders squeezing his neck with most of your strength.

AllMight watches you leave his room slightly disheartened, reaching into his desk drawer he pulls out his phone and dials. “What do you want?” AllMight leans back in his chair pulling at his pants to loosen the tension in his groin, “A proposition.”

The next day Yagi is driving you to your new home for the next 6 months. Your eyes glaze over with futuristic thoughts on how your stay would be. “Everything is so shiny!” Yagi shrugs as he pulls into the parking lot. Enji was always minimalistic when it came to modern designs.” Your head snaps to Toshinori’s side of the car, “His name is Enji!?” Your question is laughed off as Toshinori shuts the car off.

Although your amazement is captured solely by the prospect of working with a pro-hero, the fact that your father is a pro-hero does not go unnoticed by the people around you. “Is that AllMight!” “Should I ask for his picture?!” Even with Yagi’s shadow enveloping your body your attention hones in on the automatic glass doors in front of you.

Inside there is a crowd of students experiencing orientation and getting assigned their respective dorm and possible roommate. You take your first steps in their direction before your arm is pulled and Yagi dawns a playful grin as he presses his finger to his lips. You follow him, eyebrows furrowed “You aren’t trying to change my mind are you?” You don’t get an answer as you are dragged along.

Stairs after stair you follow your father until you come to the very top, legs throbbing but interest peaked. Yagi opens two double doors as easily as breathing and your eyes go wide as the broad shoulders of a familiar hero come into view. “You’re finally here, took you long enough.” Your heart beats in your chest, auburn hair, broad shoulders, and a stoic face that you’d only seen on television, now present in front of you. Yagi shuts the door causing you to jump, “Oh um hi!” A large hand touches your shoulder making you jump” Calm down Y/n!” A cheerful exclamation rings out from above you as Yagi transforms into his larger form.

Heavy footsteps make the room shake wherever the two men walk around the room, “I heard you wanted to meet with me.” Your demeanor goes from uneasy to panicked giggling, “O-Oh really, who told you that!’ AllMight chuckles before patting your head, why don’t you ask him all the silly questions you want, I have to use the restroom.

Endeavor leans against his desk, arms crossed allowing his muscles to bulge through his white button-up shirt. “Yagi tells me a lot of good things about you.” Endeavor stands straighter, a ballpoint pen in hand before he gestures for you to take a seat. You settle in the seat glancing towards the door before looking up at Endeavor who settles on his desk. “What’s the matter, you seem nervous?” The deepness of his tone sends a shiver down your spine. Shifting your legs closer together you clear your throat, “I’m just not used to meeting my childhood hero in person.” Endeavor laughs in a way that sounds more like a bellow, “When you say it like that I feel old!”

Your face hadn’t stopped burning since you entered the room but the joke forced a chuckle through your lips allowing you to relax just a little bit. Calculating eyes narrow, making you feel even smaller than you already did in the hero’s presence. “Now, come on. I’m sure you have something you’d always wanted to do if you met your hero.” Endeavor’s happy-go-lucky attitude catches you off guard as it juxtaposes the hardened persona he had cultivated over the years. “Well, I suppose a picture would be a start if you don’t mind?”

Seconds later you somehow find yourself in Endeavor's lap as he holds the camera up for a picture. His body is unpainted hot but you assume that was simply just a side effect of his quirk. “Um, are you sure you’re okay with this?” Endeavor hums in acceptance. A heavy arm loops around your waist pulling you closer, close enough to become aware of a problem pressed gently against your ass. “Oh!” Endeavor’s fingers slipped pressing the capture button, “What’s wrong did I do it wrong?” You shake your head becoming embarrassed for the both of you, “Nothing!” Enji’s voice lowers into a mumble that reverberated against the back of your neck, “Good.”

Enji straightens his arm once more to retake the picture and you awkwardly smile into the camera, grin becoming strained when he had yet to snap the photo. You shuffle the slightest bit to get a more comfortable position and a guttural groan is released from Enji’s lips. "Are you alright, Endeavor?" Your question is ignored and your phone is put down on the table. Large hands contrasting unbridled power is your stomach delicately as though you were made of porcelain. "Are you sure there is nothing else you'd like to do with your hero?"

Endeavors face nudges away your braids allowing him to press his heated mouth against your skin. "Nothing that would help you get to know them better?" You don't get to respond, your body is hoisted around to face Endeavor. Why nervousness clearly painting itself on your features before being overcome with confused pleasure as Endeavor pressed his lips against your own.

You moan against his lips, hips grinding against each other, the thought of where you are slipped past your mind and to your pussy. Endeavors hands down your body, pinching and pulling before sighing with his calloused fingernails. You couldn't believe this was happening, you feel your pants being pulled off. Just yesterday you believed that you would only be able to meet your hero in passing. Your bra is on the floor and your pussy weeps against his slacks.

The motions are fast-paced and you feel his thumb pressing against your clit. “Yes!” Endeavor kisses your lips, his stubble scratching your cheeks slightly as his tongue explores your mouth. Confidence floods your body as you hop off of Endeavor's lap and quickly undo the buttons of his slacks, he watches you out of breath in the best way.

Thick in your hands, the veins twitch to the tune of his blood. The clear stickiness of pre-cum coats the underside and you use it to stroke his length. "Please fuck me Endeavor!" You look up at him, face contorted with desperate thoughts as you angle your body towards his cock, the tip of it rubbing against your folds. You were wet, so wet making the fuchsia tip of his cock feel more engorged.

"Don't regret this. "You’re pulled back into his lap with ease, pussy trembling from the display of strength. With Endeavor holding your weight and your hand positioning his length below you, the slide down was easy as it could be. Your legs wrap around his waist as you adjust to him. “We have to be quick.” Endeavor rolls your hips when your breathing becomes even again, “We have all the time in the world.” You smirk trailing your finger up Enji’s chest, “What, you have a thing for getting caught?”

Your cheeks are spread apart by Endeavor’s fingers as he hooks one into the small slit left remaining in your pussy. “Something like that.” From behind you the sound of the door shutting makes your neck quickly craned around to look back. Standing with his arms behind his back and an unreadable expression stood Yagi, “Am I missing the party?” Ashamed excuses leave your mouth, tearful and panicked you squeal when Endeavor raises your hips before sliding you down his cock. “No, you are just in time.”

Yagi slowly removes the suit he wore, shrugging off his suit jacket as the sound of your muffled whimpers filter through his ears. You hide your face, curling into Endeavor’s form but a hand stops you, gripping your face, “Don’t be shy, it was his idea after all.” AllMight chuckled, “Yeah, it took a lot of convincing on my part.”Long fingers wrapped around the base of your skull where your braids connect before yanking your head back.

Toshinori looked down at you, face stoic and mockingly disappointed, "I thought it would take a lot more convincing but look at you. " Yagi dragged the back of his hand around your jaw and down your chest ripping the fabric with ease. Your tits bounced on every thrust that Endeavor continued to make, wordless moans and drool leaving your moan as your pussy clenched around the cock inside you.

"Such a little whore for him aren't you?" You shake your head in protest before your eyes widen as chapped but soft lips are placed over yours. He was kissing you, your brain short circuits as his tongue forces its way past your lips. It's wrong, you know that. Hell, this whole situation is wrong. You should be downstairs with the others doing orientation, not upstairs riding the cock of a pro-hero and french kissing the other. You knew it was wrong, but why did it feel so good?

Endeavor groans at how sloppy you were becoming. The sound of your pussy squelching as cream gathered around Endeavor's cock before being pushed back inside of you. "So both of you are twisted in the head." A large thumb presses down on your clit making your pussy spasm as you cum from the heightened stimulation. Endeavor keeps thrusting, his libido unmatched and energy pent up.

Yagi reaches in between the two of you pressing his palm against your pussy as his fingertips graze Enji’s dick on every upstroke. “Are you getting wetter sweetheart? He feels so good doesn't he?" Your mouth is agape and your weak hands Endeavor's shoulder is the only thing keeping you upright when your eyes roll back. "Y-Yes daddy!" Yagi wheezes before he's fiddling with his suit pants and pulling you back by your hair.

It was a strange display of balance on your end. Endeavor’s arms hold your legs tightly in order to keep you on his lap and on his cock meanwhile you are as your father slaps his hardened cock against your cheek, splashing his precum onto your chin. "I got you this far dear, why don't you return the favor?"

Whether it was diluted senses or your subconscious coming forward, you open your mouth for him, moaning as he invades every crevice of your jaw. Your throat constricts and you retch around the warm heat. Yagi is unapologetic and downright brutal as he pulls back before bringing his hips forward again.

The two men's moans empty into the office room and your garbled cooking is ignored as they both have their fill, leaving you to wonder if this really was for you. Numbness invaded your senses as you come again on Endeavor's cock with him not that far behind as he blows his load into your pussy. "It's been a while I will admit." Endeavor slaps your pussy once, then twice just to feel you squeeze down on him every time your hips jerked.

Tears and drool running down your face the faster your father fucks your throat and you knew you'd be sore the next day. "My turn." All Might pulls out and walks away not even showing you a glance as you choke from the lack of oxygen. Enji helps you sit up and wipes your face before Toshinori is pulling you away from Endeavor showing no care that his cock was still in you. He sits down and pulls you onto his own lap ignoring your dazed look as your brain struggles with the various changes of attitude.

"You gotta thank daddy for helping you meet your hero, don't you think?” His hand cups your round cheeks before the other slams down on the other one. Overestimated tears tremble down your brown skin as you hiccup, "Yes daddy." You rock against his cock, both your saliva and his own precum staining your stomach and public hair.

He fills you, even better than Endeavor did, and begins his onslaught of thrusts. You scream, the sound no doubt traveling outside the room, "Daddy please fuck me!!!" The speed at which you were moving was one that could only be done by a hero and it was more pain than pleasure. The constant pounding of your cervix makes your teeth clench together each time his mushroom head punches it.

"Yes, give daddy this sloppy pussy, squeeze down for me-oh fuck!" Lewd words you never even believed Yagi was capable of saying leave his lips. Your shoulder is bit by the redheaded man behind you as he cups your breasts together, tugging on your nipple before rubbing the nubbed patterns on your areolas. "I can't take it any more daddy please!" Your arms wrap around his shoulders as he causes your pussy to queen and cream, balls slapping the underside of your ass, sticky with Endeavor’s cum.

"This is what you raised Yagi? A little whore?" Yagi chuckles, "I'm just as surprised as you are Enji, say why don't you join? You aren't one and done are you?" Endeavor scoffs, you wish that upon me don't you?"

Your mind, altered with lust, does not understand the hidden meaning behind the word "join" but you soon realize it when fat fingers are pushing their way in the same hole Toshinori occupied. "E-Endeavor?" You're shushed as his fingers pump inside you with Yagi’s cock, curling and prodding your walls at every turn. You feel fuller than you ever thought you could and the pressure only continued.

"Look at my pretty little girl taking her daddy's cock, so fucking tight for me. Can you do this for Endeavor too? Fit both our fat cocks in your hero guzzling hole?" You nod at the degradation and feel the warmth from Endeavor envelope your back. His tip massages the stretched opening as Yagi stops thrusting for a moment.

There is silence, and then there is pain. You hardly feel the initial penetration of Enji’s cock, but you do feel it when Yagi tries to move again. You can hardly breathe between the sandwich the 3 of you created and your comfort is practically ignored as they both begin to move at opposite tempos. “O-oh god!” With your eyes screwed shut and mouth agape the two men grunt against your ears.

Your g-spot and cervix are both pushed against as their thrusts become more impersonal. Endeavor grabs your arms from around Yagi’s neck before pulling them behind your back. Your legs tremble uselessly around Toshinori’s thighs. His breath huffing the more he exerted himself steam easily slipping from his lips the faster he went. “I’m gonna cum!” Endeavor grunts, pistoning out of you even faster than he was before. A hand rests on his shoulder and he’s shoved back making you whimper from the partial emptiness. “Not inside bastard.”

Yagi becomes his gental self again as his still hard cock slips from your entrance. He places you on the ground giving you time to prop yourself up before grabiing his dick and stroking it infront of your face. You are to fucked out to do anything but present yourself as a pretty little canvas as his cum paints your face. You lick the small drops painting your chin before flashing a coy smile, “Thank you Daddy!”

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let me be your ruler.5

Warnings: guns, dubcon, noncon, fingering, treats.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Pairing: (dark!mob!) Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You find more to worry about than just Peter.

Note: We get the long awaited update for mob Peter and I hope you like this twisted little chapter! Tomorrow Zemo and Wednesday the finale of Birch!Loki. I’ll try to keep up with Zemo and go back to an old series and try to pick away more at finish WIPs.

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Peter’s intensity did not let up. If anything, he grew more insistent and more suffocating. After the pool, there was the bed, then the shower, then another romp that kept you from logging into your work email. You were sore and drained by the time you laid down, too exhausted to try to wriggle away from him as he joined you and kept his arm over you as you drifted off.

You woke to him drinking coffee and looking out at the lush property. He wore only a pair of short boxers, his muscles lined perfectly along his bent arm and firm stomach. You let out a soft breath and rolled onto your back. 

Your thighs brushed together and made you squirm. You thought once he had his fun, he might let up. You could not predict this man in anything.

“You want a coffee?” he asked as he turned away from the windows, “I’ll send for one. Latte? Mocha?”

“Mmmph,” you grumbled and sat up carefully. 

Those cocktails went down too easy and added to the weight in your head and limbs. The alcohol made him bearable, made your new reality palatable. You were naked still. You held the sheet to your chest and he went to the dresser and pulled out the drawer with his free hand. He dangled the long camisole gown before you as he neared.

“I hate to cover such a pretty woman up but I think we’ve exposed my staff to enough of our fun,” he held the thin straps over a single finger.

You reached for it and he drew it just away from your grasp. He bent and his dark eyes clung to yours, “not a good morning kiss?” he taunted.

You leaned forward and pecked his lips. He purred and stood, draping the silk over your lap.

“So, coffee?” he asked again.

“With just a little milk,” you answered as you pulled on the nightgown and turned your legs over the edge of the bed. Every part of you was stiff, “thank you.”

“You’re learning, princess,” he praised, “such sweet manners.”

You stood and crossed your arms. He chuckled and nudged your chin with his knuckle playfully. He pulled on a robe and knotted it loosely around his body. He went to the door and hit the button right beside the frame. A knock came shortly and he handed over his empty mug and requested one for you.

“I was thinking, we’d extend our stay a while,” he said as he turned back to the room, “I need a break from the city… but if you’re good, I’ll let you invite your friends. They’re nice girls.”

“Is that a suggestion or an order?” you asked dully.

“Both,” he smirked at you as he came closer and wrapped his arms around you, “you’re starting to get it, princess.”

You searched his face and held back a sigh. His brown eyes were smokey as his hands slipped down to your ass.

“I’ll need them around to distract my guests,” he purred.

“Guests?” you turned your arms and planted them firmly against his chest as he bent to kiss your neck. He ignored you easily as he swayed you with him.

“I was woken up early by a call,” he spoke against your skin, his lips sending shivers through you, “we got today and tomorrow, then those two goons will be joining us. I can get away but…” he raised his head and ran his hands up your sides and along your arms, pulled them over his shoulders, “business is business… we can still fit in a little play.”

You stiffened and swallowed. Your brows furrowed and you slanted your lips as you looked past him.

“You mean Bucky?”

“And Steve,” he filled in, “you don’t get one without the other.”

“I thought you guys were all… sorted out,” you said quietly.

“Ah, princess, you don’t know the half of it,” he cooed, “let’s keep it that way. Better for everyone.”

You nodded. He was right, you knew whatever he did was unsavoury and you didn’t need the details. You knew what he was capable of. A flash of fear went through you as you recalled the barrel of his gun pointed at you.

“I don’t wanna do that again, princess,” he uttered as if he could read your mind, “so… let’s not. Give the girls a call.”

A tap came at the door and he parted. He opened it and took the mug from the servant and brought it to you. You took it as the scent promised to fend off the ache behind your eye. You sat in one of the upholstered chairs and took a cautious sip. He watched you with a grin and bit his lip.

“Better finish that fast,” he warned, “coffee stains don’t come easy.”

You eyed him as he pushed open his robe and you saw the bulge twitch in his boxers. You kept your face placid, not wanting to provoke him. What exactly were you holding onto? He already had your whole life in the palm of his hand.

✨

Halle was more than overjoyed to accept your invitation but Molly passed as she wanted to hang out with Charlie. Desiree said it would be good for her as her co-worker turned out to be a total waste of time. 

You hated that you were doing this to your own friends; using them as bait. Peter made it clear that they were welcome only on the condition that they could be an ends to his means. ‘Tell them to bring bikinis’, he insisted before you made the call.

Your second morning at the beach house was just as heavy as the first. The day before was filled with Peter’s incessant touching and another dip in the pool that ended in his delight. The staff was set to cleaning the pool once more in preparation of the guests. You were embarrassed as the servers, cleaners, and chef were all too aware of your activities.

Peter left you after a quick shower and you were thankful for the chance to wash on your own. He pecked your lips as he held his phone to his ear and squeezed your ass before he went. 

You stood beneath the steamy stream of the faucet and melted beneath it. You came out slightly refreshed and wrapped yourself in a plush towel.

You went into the bedroom and sorted through the second drawer as you searched for something more comfortable than showy. There wasn’t much you could categorize as practical. You heard the door creak and didn’t look up as droplets cooled on your arms and you pulled a yellow sun dress out of the closet instead.

“That’s a good colour for you,” the voice made you freeze and you glanced over at the open door. 

You assumed it was Peter or the wind, but the man who filled the doorframe with his thick shoulders, made your chest tight. Bucky stood with his arm against the wood as he leaned nonchalantly and leered at you.

“Wh-when did you get here?” you stuttered as you held your towel tight and shielded yourself with the dress.

“Just a couple minutes ago,” he smiled, “I was just looking for the bathroom but…” he tilted his head as his voice trailed off and his eyes ventured down your body, “...think I found something better.”

“Get out,” you hissed, “or I’ll shout.”

“Why? I’m not doing anything… just watching,” his lips curled lasciviously, “and you are fun to watch.”

“What-- I said, get out, Bucky,” you snarled as you stomped over to him.

You pushed on his thick arm, the muscle firm as it peeked out from beneath his short-sleeve button-up. He didn’t budge as he loomed over you.

“Your man likes to treat me like some errand boy. Sent me off to keep an eye on you. Boring, at first, all those months following you around to cafes and grocery stores,” he reached out and cradled your chin. You tried to pull away but he gripped your jaw firmly and held you in place, “but those things you do when you think you’re all alone… I was tempted to lend a hand but… business.”

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you grabbed his wrist and wrenched it away, “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about--”

“That little pink dildo, well, not very little is it?” he licked his bottom lip, “I thought he would’ve told you. He’s a careful man. He plans ahead. I respect that, at least.”

“Go!” you shoved him in mortification, “or I’ll scream right now and you know Peter won’t be happy--”

“Calm down, little girl,” he scoffed, “don’t get so worked up. I’m not that stupid…” he squared his jaw and raised a brow wryly, “but he will get careless and I’ll still be watching.”

He winked and turned away slowly. You quickly closed the door as he retreated down the hallway and you locked it with a shaky hand. You staggered back blindly and sat heavily on the cushioned bench at the foot of the bed.

How long had Bucky been hounding you? How long had Peter had his eye on you? Your heart raced at the realisation of how deep in you truly were. You could deal with one, but two? You were well and truly fucked.

✨

You tried to hide in the bedroom until your friend arrived but Peter dragged you out to welcome his guests over breakfast by the pool. You sat quietly and picked at the fruit plate until they excused themselves for more business. You were grateful as you didn’t miss Bucky’s fleeting looks.

Halle and Desiree arrived just after noon. The men were locked away in the parlor so you greeted them as they approached the walk, beach bags on their arms and rolling suitcases bouncing up the stones.

“Oh my god, girl,” Halle chirped, “he sent a car and everything.”

“Thank god, my old piece of shit wouldn’t have made it this far,” Desiree added, “oh, you look so good. I love that dress.”

“Thanks,” you sniffed, “um, I hope you guys don’t mind staying on the second floor. Peter’s staff just got the rooms ready--”

“Staff?” Halle swooned, “you hooked in a real sugar daddy.”

“No, I-- Halle,” you sneered, “it’s not--”

“I’m teasing,” she giggled, “but come on, look at this place.”

“Mm, well there is another hitch,” you said as you led them inside.

Two staff members approached and offered to take their bags. They gave you silent looks of amazement as they handed over their luggage and you rolled your eyes.

“So, what’s the hitch? Don’t tell me the pools out of order,” Desiree whined.

“No, pool’s just been cleaned, but… we have company,” you said tritely, “couple of Peter’s… friends. I’m sure they won’t bother you but--”

“Are they hot?” Halle asked.

“Are you serious?” you blinked.

“I’m so serious. I need to get laid. Bad.”

“And a stranger is the best choice for that?” you scoffed.

“If he’s cute,” she shrugged.

“It’s an important question,” Desiree seconded, “I can’t keep dating boys. You won’t believe what this asshole did.”

“I dunno,” you waved off the question, “how about I show you around first and then we can get to all that later.”

“Ooo, yes,” Halle clapped, “this place is huge.”

“Alright, well, we can’t go in the parlour right now but you won’t really be in there anyway,” you ushered them forward, “the pool’s just through here…”

✨

When at last the girls were settled in, you waited by the pool as they went to change into their suits. You requested some drinks from the staff and thanked them profusely as you felt entirely out of place asking anything of them. The fruity margaritas were left on the round table as you sat in the middle of a lounger.

“Uh, this place is gorgeous,” Halle declared as she came through the sliding doors, “oh my god, are those for us?”

You nodded as she swiped up a drink and sipped noisily from the straw. Desiree took her own but side-eyed Halle, “It’s barely one o’clock, slow down,” she chirped.

“It’s a vacation! Sort of. I had to use sick time for this so no Insta please,” Halle sang, “I can’t wait to get in.”

She set down her glass and strode over to the pool. She slid out of her sandals and dipped her toes in. She surprised you as suddenly she dove in and sent up a splash of water. Desiree giggled as she swallowed her mouthful and placed her drink beside Halle’s and raced over to join her.

You dragged yourself to your feet and sat at the side of the pool with only your legs in the water.

“Come on, don’t be such a party pooper,” Desiree splashed you.

“I’m not, I’m just… all pooled out right now,” you shrugged, “you guys have fun, I’m just happy to have you here.”

It wasn’t a lie. In those last two days when it was just you and Peter, you felt so completely isolated. Even if they were there to act as diversions, you were reassured to have a glimpse of your former life.

“You ladies look like you’re having fun,” Peter’s voice startled you and you looked over your shoulder as he emerged from the house, “drinking already?” He was dressed in his trunks already, “I hope you don’t mind, the guys were hoping to hop in too.”

“The guys,” Halle giggled.

“I told them we had company,” you assured Peter, “and uh, you know Halle, but this is Desiree.”

“A pleasure,” he said as he neared and sat beside you, “why aren’t you in there with them?”

“I will get in, I’m just… enjoying the sun.”

He hummed and put his hand over yours on the rim of the pool, “you okay?” he lowered his voice.

You squinted at him and nodded. He didn’t really care if you weren’t okay. He was only telling you to start acting like it.

You heard the others before they appeared. Peter introduced them as they came out and the girls were all too happy to have them sink into the pool with them. Peter nudged you and you slipped over the edge and he quickly followed. He caught you as you broke the surface and held you to him.

“They’re getting along,” he intoned.

“I still don’t get it,” you pressed against his chest as he waded you over to the other side of the pool, “why do you need them?”

“Part of the deal,” he said, “they want some fun too.”

“What? You mean--”

“The girls seem willing. They’re pretty enough and I wouldn’t say Bucky or Steve are hideous,” Peter chuckled, “it works for everyone.”

“You’re whoring out my friends for a deal?” you spat.

“Now, princess, watch it,” he curled his lip, “I’ve been patient, haven’t I?” he leaned into you and squished you between him and the wall of the pool, “if I was a worse man, I’d just let them have a taste of you… but you’re mine,” he kissed you roughly and drew back, “and so long as you are, you will only be mine. Understood?”

You swallowed and nodded. He relaxed and kept his arm around you as he came parallel to the pool wall and floated beside you. Steve and Desiree were chattering as she came back to the pool with her drink and Halle gabbed on at Bucky but his eyes weren’t on her. He smirked as he watched you and slowly dropped his gaze to your roommate.

“Maybe Bucky will chill out a little,” Peter grumbled as he pushed himself away from the side of the pool.

“Mm, maybe,” you let him pull you with him as he waded around the middle of the pool.

“Don’t worry so much,” he chided.

“How can I not? I hardly know these men and these are my friends, Peter,” you hissed, “I should’ve known.”

“And if you had, you still would have done what I said, princess,” he snipped, “why are you doing this? Everyone’s having fun so join the party.”

You thinned your lips and forced a smile. His eyes narrowed and he latched onto your arm. He pulled you with him to the large round steps along the far corner and you tried not to slip as you climbed out of the water. The others were too distracted to notice and as you glanced back, you found Desiree with her tongue down Steve’s throat.

“You don’t wanna have fun with them,” Peter dragged you into the house, “then we can have some of our own.”

“Not right now, Peter, please--”

“Listen, princess,” he spun and pulled you to him, “you’re not getting this. I’ve been nice. I bring you to my nice house, I send a car for your friends, I get you off… you need to start using that head instead of your mouth…” he eyed your lips, “well, the mouth is good for some things.”

You quivered in disgust and he turned as he forced you further down the hallway. He flung you through the bedroom door and you barely caught yourself on a chair. The door slammed as your damp feet slipped on the floor and you stood to face him.

“I’ve done you all these favours so you can do me one,” he hooked his thumbs in his shorts and pulled them down over the protrusion of his arousal.

You glanced away and he closed the distance between you. He grabbed your chin and made you look at him. He kissed you roughly and shoved you away. He stormed over to the bed and flopped down, his cock bobbing as he moved to recline against the pillows and exhaled loudly.

“Well…” he said.

You stared at him and the bitterness laced your muscles. You huffed and walked to the bed slowly. He stroked himself tauntingly as he smirked at you. You put a knee on the bed and braced yourself. There was a moment you were ready to run and not look back, but your friends were in his pool and the vision of his pistol pulsed in your head.

You climbed up and crawled to him. You sat back on your heels, just between his legs and he tutted, “now, princess, don’t give me that look.”

You wiped the anger from your face and closed your eyes. You grasped his dick and his hand fell away. You moved your hand up then down and tamped down your reservations. You bent over him and your lashes fluttered as your lips pressed to his tip. He gasped at the soft sensation and you stretched your lips around him.

He groaned and put his hand on your shoulder as he urged you down. He met the back of your throat and you eased back, wetting his length to ease the tension in your jaw. He gripped the back of your head impatiently and you strained to let him further as he invaded your throat. You gagged and he let you back only for a moment before he forced you back down.

You followed his motion, fast and deep, until the spit dripped down him and across your face. You clung to his thigh as you breathed with each retreat only to be smothered again. Your throat burned as your jaw ached as you kept your tongue firm to his length. The sloppy sucking mingled with his lusty moans and he held your head between both hands as he thrust from below.

He stopped you suddenly. Your head spun as he lifted you off of him and sat up to kiss you messily. He pushed you over as he got to his knees. You fell back and bounced on the bed as he parted your legs, bending on over his as he moved to straddle the other. You laid at an angle as his hand slid up your stomach to your neck.

He squeezed lightly as he pulled aside the crotch of your suit and angled his dick against your cunt. You moaned as he filled you and pressed his thumb to your clit. He kept his hand at your throat as he held you down and jerked his hips sharply. He jolted your body with each decisive thrust as he watched your face.

“You like sucking my dick, princess? Makes you so wet, huh?” he growled.

You grabbed his hand but he only gripped your throat more firmly. He bit down as he sped up, the mattress shaking beneath you with each tilt of his hips. He rammed into you hard and harder, your leg stretched up his torso as he kept astride your other.

He teased and toyed with your clit as he fucked you. You choked out raspy moans as the coil wound tight inside of you and your muscles knotted around him. Your eyes rolled back as you slapped at his bicep and clawed deep into his flesh as you came. You squirmed in your orgasm and he sped up.

He pulled his hand from your throat to hold your leg to his body. He kept playing with your bud as you groped your chest senselessly and your voice rose unrestrained around you. His deep grunt punctuated each airy cry from your lips and the entire bed rocked beneath your bodies.

“That’s it, that’s it,” he snarled, “oh, princess, that’s it.”

He sank deep and pulled his hips back in a series of cruel thrusts that made your hips throb painfully. Your walls squeezed him as you came again and you milked him as he spent himself inside of you. He slowed and stopped as he hung his head and the muscles in his chest and arms tautened.

“Shit,” he breathed and slipped out of you, flinching as his tip brushed against you.

You stayed as you were as he let your leg fall to the bed and he sat between your legs and pushed his hair away from his face. He sighed and shook out his arms as if to free himself of the tension.

“You’re so good, princess,” he felt along your cunt and played with his cum as it seeped from you, “aren’t you?”

✨

Shamefully, you left the room in a new swimsuit. The former was stained from Peter’s punishment and after cleaning up, he forced you out with a fake smile. You emptied your margarita and ordered another with less reticence than before. Steve and Desiree had disappeared as Bucky humoured Halle’s flirting on one of the loungers.

Dinner was awkward enough as you weren’t foolish enough to think that no one noticed or heard your absence. You emptied three more glasses and Peter excused the two of you as he kept you from a fourth. You wobbled back to the room ahead of him and fell onto the bed without changing out of your shorts and shirt.

“You’re mad again?” you bubbled drunkenly.

“You’re drunk,” he said as removed his watch and unbuttoned his shirt, “I don’t like that.”

“You don’t, ha?” you rolled onto your back, “that first night you had no problem feeling me up while I was--”

“Princess,” he snapped, “you can only blame the drink for so much.”

“You’re an ass,” you slurred and turned your back to him.

He huffed and the light went out. You felt the mattress dip behind you as he lowered himself next to you. He was stiff and didn’t try to touch you.

“I should spank you for that,” he muttered, “but you’re so fucking lit you wouldn’t remember it.”

“I feel good,” you murmured, “for once.”

He pinched you and the bed jostled as he rolled onto his side.

“Go to sleep,” he ordered. 

He didn’t need to tell you twice as the alcohol weighted your eyelids and you were soon snoring carelessly into the pillow.

✨

You woke with a start as your stomach churned. It was still late as you clamoured out of the bed and ran for the bathroom. You hugged the bowl as you retched into it. Your body revolted and the alcohol came up with your dinner. 

You shuddered as you caught your breath and flushed. You rinsed your mouth and steady yourself as you veins were thick from excess.

You stumbled back into the bedroom. Peter was asleep. His even breath rasped up into the dark. It was a rare moment of peace unsettled only by the memory of the day. You recalled his reproach before you fell asleep, you knew that wouldn’t be the end of it.

You groaned and crept to the door and let yourself out quietly into the hall. You went to the kitchen, tiptoeing through the dark, and filled a glass with water. You sipped but a noise pricked your ears. You listened as you kept your lips on the rim and drank to ease the fire in your stomach.

You followed the sound until it was too late to retreat. The whimpers and groans mixed and sent a tingle through you as you realised what was happening. You stopped in shock, frozen as you found Bucky and Halle in the immense front room. He had her bent over a round ottoman, her fingers curled at the seam as he rutted into her from behind.

She squealed each thrust as her head hung over the other side of the cushion. “Slow down,” she wisped, “please, I told you-- ugh, I never done it like this be--”

She cried out and bit into the cushion as he slapped her ass and fucked her harder, his other hand stretched between her shoulder blades. You took a step back and the movement caught his eye. He looked up and held your gaze as his face contorted into a sinister grin.

He sped up as he reached to smother her wails and held your gaze. You gripped the glass tightly and trembled as you backed away from the doorway. You spun and raced back to your room and tripped through the door. 

You crashed to the floor and the glass shattered as water splashed around you. Peter sat up with a snort and reached to flip on the lamp at the bedside. 

“What’s going on?” he asked sleepily.

“Just getting water,” you croaked as you sat back on your heels in the midst of the broken glass.

“Shit, did you cut yourself?” he asked as he saw you.

“No, no, I’m okay but-- stay there, you’ll get hurt. I’m close enough, I can… I’ll clean it up… I’m sorry.”

He stared at you and slowly nodded. The anger crinkled in his forehead and you stood carefully.

“So, now we know not to drink like that, huh?” he girded.

“I said, I’m sorry.”

“Mmhmm,” he leaned back against the headboard, “go on, princess, clean up your mess.”

[buckysgoldenheart]

Just Us

Henry Cavill x Reader

Summary: Henry is sick and tired of you bringing dates back to your shared apartment, and he has no problem letting you know. So basically, mega jealous Henry, which I am a pathetic sucker for.

Warnings: mentions of sex, lots of cursing. I think that’s it.

Notes: this is kind of similar to another fic I did, and I try not to do that, but I just really felt the need to write this, so I did.

Words: 2732

Henry’s mood turned sour the second you walked through the door with your date in tow. You came in with a bright smile on your face that he returned with a scowl, but you did your best to brush it off. Your roommate acting like an overgrown child every time you brought home a guest was nothing new; you certainly weren’t surprised, and you had no intention of stooping to his level.

“Don’t mind us,” You called to Henry from over your shoulder as you shed your coat and draped it on the hook. “This is James.”

Henry only grunted in response, not looking up from fixing his dinner; peanut butter about to be spread messily on a slice of wheat bread. You rolled your eyes, took James’s coat and led him over to the couch where he smiled sweetly when you invited him to sit and offered him a drink.

Entering the kitchen, you opened the fridge door and pulled out two beers. “So?” You asked, your eyebrow raised as you searched for the bottle opener in the junk drawer. Henry dropped the knife with a clang on the countertop, then turned to you and crossed his arms.

“So, you just thought this was fine,” He asked, his voice dripping with aggravated sarcasm as he shrugged his broad shoulders and frowned. “Just whatever, no big deal?”

You chuckled at the weak argument you’d had at least three times before. You wouldn’t have given him the chance to say anything about your date at all if you knew he wasn’t going to hang on to it the entire night just to explode in the morning for bringing a stranger into his home. Your home too, you would often have to remind him. So, it was your mission to let him get the anger out early in the night. You’d be less likely to have to worry about it later and could focus your attention on the man sitting in your living room rather than Henry’s imminent frustration.

“Henry,” You sighed and took a sip of your beer. “As of right now, it’s just the continuation of an innocent date. We’re going to watch a movie.”

“As of right now?” Henry huffed deeply. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“It means that if it gets a little heated, I promise not to make out with him in front of you, but at this current time, you have little to worry about.”

He sucked in a long breath through his nostrils. “Ok, that’s—”

“And we won’t fuck on our couch. I’ll take him to my room so you don’t have to see anything scarring,” You teased with a wink.

“Ok, enough.”

“And we won’t be loud, I swear.”

“Enough!” He snapped. You quickly whipped your head around the corner to see if James heard, but he was still sitting there, playing with his fingernails as he patiently waited for you like the gentleman he was. When you looked back at Henry, he was practically quaking with anger. “Get that asshole out of my apartment.”

“Um, our apartment. And no thank you.” You smiled and cocked your head to the side as innocently as you could. “I’d like to be having sex tonight.”

“With him?” Henry pointed a long finger in your date’s general direction. The fury in his eyes could’ve stabbed James through the back of his head if the wall weren’t in the way.

You rolled your eyes. “Obviously.”

“For fucks sake, Y/N. Have some self-respect.”

Your playful smile instantly dropped, and if you weren’t leaning against the wall, you would’ve stumbled. Henry had said a lot of things before; Hurtful things, things that made you want to slap him, but something about this felt worse. Assuming you were devaluing yourself by wanting to have sex with a man who was sweet, and kind and generous, and million other lovely things men, other than Henry, have never been to you, was like a stab to the gut. Henry was your best friend; you were his. You supported his choices and dreams, and it seemed Henry did the same for you unless it came to this very particular subject. He hated every man you brought around, but bringing them around or getting involved with them did not make you a stupid girl who cannot take care of herself.

“Jesus Henry, stay in your lane, would you?” You said, shaking your head and rubbing at your temple with your free fingers. “I don’t need my best friend giving me shit. Why can’t I bring a guy here without you acting like a complete dick to him and me?”

He stepped closer until you had to look up to meet his glare. “You’re a very smart girl, Y/N. Figure it out,” he growled, then moved around you, but you grabbed his arm before he could escape yet again. Every time, he tried to escape. Every time, he stomped away from you like a grump as if you had some reason to be sorry or ashamed, and you weren’t having it any longer.

“We aren’t children, Henry. I’m not playing this game. If you’ve got a problem with me, say it to my fucking face.”

He stared at you for a long beat, but then shook your hand off him and made his way down the hall, slamming the door to his room once he was inside.

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James was better than most at kissing you, and you’d kissed your fair share. He knew what you wanted--how you liked things--without you needing to ask, and it was like its own little miracle. There was no fumbling around. His lips were firm and his arms around you were strong. He was confident in his touch on your skin as you straddled his lap, and all of it combined had you a moaning, whimpering mess.

“I wasn’t sure we would actually get to do this,” He said between kisses as you both tried to catch your breath.

“Why?” You lightly chuckled, your fingers skimming down to the little buttons holding his shirt together and easing one open. “I’m certainly having a good time.”

“Believe me sweetheart, I am too, but Superman there looked like he wanted to kick my ass.”

Fucking Superman. That asshole had come out of his room at random, inconvenient times as you and James lightly pawed at one another throughout the movie, and you both could feel Henry’s eyes on you. After the look he gave you the first time he came into the living room, you stopped turning your heads his way when his heavy footsteps thudded against the hardwood.

You made a low humming sound that had James’s cock twitching in his pants, and you moved your head down to peck your lips against his. “Don’t bother with him,” You whispered.

He leaned into the light scratching your nails were giving the side of his scalp, and with a groan, said, “If you say so, babydoll, I won’t give it a second thought.”

“Good.” You smiled, satisfied, then kissed him again but he pulled back barely a minute later.

“It’s just…the way he looks at you.”

“He’s a protective friend.” You snickered and ground your hips down on his a little harder to get him back on track.

He groaned as his fingers dug into your waist, but it didn’t distract him. “No, it’s not only that. It’s like…” His lips pursed trying to find the words. “He looks at you in a way that friends normally do not look at one another.”

“He’s got some weird attitude tonight, ok? It’s nothing.” Grabbing his cheeks, you forced him to look directly at you when you said, “Now keep kissing me before I get too impatient.”

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At two in the morning, you figured you were safe. You figured there would be a direct and easy path to the front door of your apartment as you let James out with a smile and a goodbye kiss and promises to text one another the next day, though you weren’t sure how much either of you really meant it. And you were right, there was an uninterrupted tiptoeing to the door. It was when you turned back for your bedroom that you realized the path had a roadblock.

Henry stood in front of you, the fumes nearly visibly wafting off him, with the harshest look he had ever directed at you taking over his entire face. It was a disservice to his handsome features and made your stomach twist uneasily.

“Is this for fucking real right now?” He growled so intensely it vibrated in your ears. “Did I just see what I think I saw?”

“Jesus, Henry, you scared me.”

“You actually slept with that guy?”

“Wh—”

“Un-fucking-believable.” Laughing half-heartedly, he ran one of his hands down his face, but that was all it took for the shock to wear off and for your annoyance to set in.

“Ok, I’m done with this. What is your goddamn problem?”

The two of you didn’t fight this way. Not for long anyway, and even so, this time was significantly worse than any other. Outbursts happened for the both of you, snapping, and words you wish you could take back, but Henry was still looking at you the way he had earlier in the night; like you were a reckless child he was losing respect for by the minute, and it broke your heart.

He stared at you as if expecting you to have an answer to your own question, but when you didn’t continue, he shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck, and said, “I’m going to a hotel. I can’t be here right now.”

“What? Henry, why?”

His keys were in hand, his phone and wallet tucked into the pockets of his sweatpants, when it finally registered to you that he wasn’t kidding. He was leaving so fast he didn’t care to take anything other than the necessities with him. That’s how much he wanted to get away from you, and you hated it. You never wanted to get away from him.

Light from the hall streamed through the doorway as you finally began to follow after him. You grabbed at his t-shirt when he wouldn’t respond to your repeating calling of his name, and he whipped around fast with a frown down at you. Your mouth kept opening and closing, unsure of what to say.

He sniffed once, thinned his lips, and removed your hand from his body, then as calmly as he had spoken all night, said, “I’m in fucking love with you.”

Then door was slammed behind him, jarring you and leaving you to soak the night in.

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When he said those words to you, the six words that he would never be able to take back, the ones that irrevocably changed your friendship in the blink of an eye, everything inside of you began to tremble and vibrate and beat with such intensity you could almost feel the functions of your body. Your blood was pumping a hell of a lot faster and you heart was ready to burst.

Your brain, your skin, the nerves and veins under that skin; every bit of you was working overtime to help process what happened and keep you alert as you did so, and maybe it was all a little overkill, but he had said the one thing you never thought you’d hear.

I’m in fucking love with you.

It would repeat over and over in your head, bouncing around the walls of your skull as it tried to find a way to escape, but there was no use. You could never forget his confession, or the way he said it. There was something desperate about it, weak. There was exhaustion, as if he were tired of holding it back and had given up on even trying.

It was too much. You’d never dismiss it, and God, when he got his ass back home you wouldn’t let him brush it aside, but for now, it was too much.

You wanted sleep after sitting completely still for two hours, staring into space. So you carried your body to the closest room, his room, crawled into his bed, and tangled yourself within the sheets until you wouldn’t be able to unwrap yourself without effort you did not possess at such an ungodly hour. You were stuck, trapped, engulfed by him, just like you wanted to be. Then you took his king-sized pillow, massive like his body, and hugged it to your chest, tucking your face in it. It smelled like him, all musky and piney and perfect in a way that always made you dizzy when he would sit a little too close and drape a long arm around your shoulders as you watched tv or read a book.

And you cried yourself to sleep, wishing he was beside you.

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Henry came back in the morning, though he wasn’t sure how he gathered the courage. Maybe it was the fact that it was you. Just you, his best friend, his roommate. He loved you in more ways than one, and perhaps it was that knowledge that made him a little stronger.

He’d face you, and he’d do it with the intention of making everything clear. He was in love with you and it wasn’t going to change. He loved you as his friend; that wasn’t going to change either, and no way in hell was he going to lose you twice over.

Taking a few deep breaths, Henry unlocked the front door and eased his way inside. You weren’t around the sunlit soaked first floor of the apartment, and when he traipsed upstairs and nudged your door open, you weren’t there either. He wanted you tucked in your bed, not gone and probably terrified at the thought of seeing him, so running to James’s or Jake’s or Jason’s apartment to avoid him. That would be the perfect painful exclamation point on the disaster of his poor decision making.

Then he found you. Not missing, but snug in his bed, warming the mattress with your body as it dipped the slightest under your weight. Everything about the sight killed him and melted his heart simultaneously. There you were, laying peacefully angelic, right where he had wanted you for months. And it looked so beautifully natural.

Not even stopping to think, Henry inched his way to the other side of his bed, lifted the duvet and slid beneath it. He reached an arm around your waist and pulled you close to kiss your forehead, then tucked his face into the crook of your neck. When you stirred, he leaned back to take in your face as your eyebrows scrunched and your lips parted in a yawn.

You didn’t open your eyes but rose a hand, placed it on his cheek, and ran a thumb along the corner of his mouth. As the goosebumps spawned all over his body, he wasn’t even sure you were fully awake, but then you whispered, “It was always you, Henry. Always.”

Henry swallowed hard as your sleepy voice continued.

“I figured you weren’t an option, and I was doing my best working around that.”

After running a hand over your hair and tucking some behind your ear, Henry pressed a kiss to your lips. A short, soft one to see how you’d react. Then you opened your eyes slowly and met your Y/E/C with his blue.

“Do it again,” You said, and so he connected your lips a little firmer, tightening his hold on you, and rolling on his back until your body splayed over his.

You moaned when he caressed his tongue against yours after opening your mouth an inch. Your heart fluttered in your chest the stupid way dramatic, moony-eyed women often described it in novels. You thought it was a myth, the idea that anyone could make you feel so loved just from a kiss, and you’d lost hope for that kind of thing long ago. But Henry ripped your pessimism to shreds in a matter of minutes.

“I want you to be mine,” he mumbled against your lips. “Just mine.”

“Then I’m yours,” You said without hesitation, tilting your head back enough to look in his eyes. You nudged your nose against his. “Just yours.”

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[ladydimitrescuspet]

Never Again, I Promise

AO3 link! y'all, listen, this one was floating around in my head for weeks and I finally had a breakthrough cause of a random tumblr post I made..... anyway, you know what? I finally forced myself to finish it up I hope y'all enjoy it, tell me your thoughts if you'd like to! and as always, sorry for any grammatical errors!

warning: implied abusive parents, clingy reader, and lactation

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"Cassie, hi, do you know where your mother is? I've been looking for her all morning." You asked when you ran into Alcina second oldest daughter, Cassandra.

Cassandra scratched her head. "I think she might be in the library or her study or her office. Honestly, Y/ N, Mother is usually all over the castle before a meeting." Cassandra replied.

You nodded your head. "Okay, I'll just check all those places until I find her. Thanks." You replied before heading to the library.

You didn't expect yourself to want to be near the tall vampire lady when you first arrived at the castle, but she was so kind to you that you took to her like a baby animal imprinting on the first thing it saw. The library was a bust, but you did find Daniela, Alcina's youngest, in there studying her French.

"Hey, Dani, do you know where your Mother is? I asked Cassandra and she said that she might be here, her study, or her office." You asked as you walked up to her.

Daniela shrugged. "Well, there's a meeting coming up so those last two choices are good places to look. Unless, no, I can't tell you about that place. Anyway, yeah, her study or her office, check there. If you still can't find her then come back and we'll look for her together." Daniela replied.

You sighed. "Okay. Thanks." You said before heading out of the library.

You checked her study, knocking on the door first and getting no reply so you opened the door slightly and poked your head inside. Sigh, she wasn't in there either. You crossed your fingers and hoped that she was in her office. As you walked in the direction of her study which was on the other side of the castle you ran into Bela, Alcina's oldest.

"Bela, hi! Do you know if your Mother is in her office?" You asked.

Bela nodded her head. "She is! I just came from there, but if you go in there be cautious. There's-"

You cut her off. "A meeting, I know. I'll try to be respectful of her space." You replied. That was going to be a bit hard to do since you just wanted to invade her space as much as you could. You headed to where Alcina's office was and knocked on the door. "Alci?" You called out, your voice slightly muffled through the thick door.

"Come in, little one." Alcina said and you pushed the door opened. "What can I do for you?" Alcina asked as she continued to do her work.

You walked over to the desk. "I was just- can I sit?" You asked. Alcina nodded her head and you wedged yourself between her and her desk much to her surprise.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" Alcina asked as you got comfortable in her lap.

"I asked if I could sit and you said yes. I can, I can mo-" You started to say but Alcina shook her head. "I'll be good, promise." You said quietly as you let her get back to her work. You quickly grew bored just sitting in her lap and started squirming, moving along to a beat that was playing in your head.

Alcina pressed her hand into your side to keep you still. "Y/N, I cannot concentrate if you're going to do that." Alcina said. "Why don't you go bring a chair over and you can sit next to me?" Alcina suggested.

You pouted a bit at the idea, but reluctantly removed yourself from her lap to bring a chair over. She patted the top of your head when you sat down and you smiled to yourself. You didn't want to seem like you were trying to annoy her, but you were still bored so you tapped her arm.

"Yes, Y/N?" Alcina asked, not taking her eyes off her paper.

"Alci, I'm bored." You replied. "Do you have anything I can do?"

Alcina let out a small sigh before nodding her head. "The girls used to come in here all the time. There are pencils, crayons, paper, and colouring books. You can use whatever you want, but please try to keep as quiet as possible. I still have tons of paperwork to do." Alcina said.

You nodded your head. "Okay, Alci." You replied with a small smile before digging into the drawer that Alcina had pointed to. You sat on the floor by the fire after you'd gotten some coloured pencils and a colouring book. As you coloured, you started humming to yourself, catching Alcina's attention.

"Dear," You snapped your head up to look at her, flushing a bit. You gave her an apologetic smile. "Thank you."

It wasn't long before you stopped colouring to look up at Alcina. "Ali?" You called out. She hummed in reply. "Can I sit in your lap again? The floor hurts." You whined. You heard her sigh a bit before she nodded her head, scooting her chair back a bit so you had enough room to get on her lap. "Much better." You said with a small sigh as you sat on her.

It was an hour later before Alcina patted your side to get your attention. "I'm afraid I have to make a call to Mother Miranda, little one." You nodded your head and got up from her lap.

"Can I stay?" You asked. Alcina shook her head. "Please, Ali? I'll be quiet, promise."

"I don't know, Y/N. This is a very important phone call." Alcina said as she headed to the phone. You nodded your head, understanding her decision. "But if you really promise to be quiet then I suppose." You smiled at her and moved to pick up your stuff when she stopped you. "It'd be best if you stayed right here. Things with Mother Miranda can get quite... tense. And I'd hate for you to get caught in the middle of the rage she incites in me. Do you understand, little one?"

"I understand, Ali." You replied, albeit a bit dejectedly. You moved your things up onto Alcina’s desk as she sat down in front of the phone.

Alcina gave you a small smile before she dialled Mother Miranda’s number. You had tuned out most of their conversation, only ever jumping when Alcina would growl and pull you out of your thoughts. You didn’t let it bother you much, but you still closed your eyes and took deep breaths to calm yourself down. It was going well until Alcina had slammed the phone down onto the receiver and threw it at the wall on the other side of the study.

You quickly got up and headed over to where she was seated, your heart beating fast. “Alcina?” You called out, but she ignored you. You called out her name again, attempting to rest your hand on her shoulder, but froze when hers shot out and grabbed yours.

Alcina slowly turned to look at you, her eyes narrow as she stared at you. Her nostrils flared and her chest heaved heavily. You let out a small whimper and tugged on your arm when her grip tightened. “Alcina, please, you’re hurting me.”

“I thought I specifically told you to stay at the desk.” Alcina growled. “But what can I expect from a clingy little mouse? I tell you to do one thing and you don’t listen. Do you need a punishment to help reinforce the rules, is that what you require? Answer me!” Alcina spat at you.

Your lip trembled as she spoke to you. Did she really think you were clingy? Your face flushed as your anger got a hold of you and you ripped your arm from her iron-like grip. “I hate you! I hate you! You’re just like them!” You didn’t realise you were crying until you had run out of the office and to Alcina’s room.

You hid in the closet, terrified of what she’d do if she found you. She wanted to punish you, she wanted to hurt you. You whimpered at the memories of what your parents did to you if you even so much as breathed in their direction. But your Alcina would never hurt you, would she?

You wrapped your arms around yourself, sobbing into your knees. “Clingy. She thinks I’m clingy.” You whisper to yourself. You sniffled and felt yourself tense at the sound of heels, Alcina’s heels. You burrowed yourself further into her closet, grateful for how big it was.

“Y/N, I know you’re in there.” Alcina rasped out. “Please, I’m sorry. Please, just come out.” You could hear the cracking of her voice. “When you said that you… you hated me, my heart broke, draga mea. I never wish to harm you. And when you compared me to those monsters you had to call parents, I felt sick to my stomach. I don’t wish for you to view me as you view them.”

“Alcina?” You replied softly, not moving from your spot. You heard rustling in the room before the closet door opened. “Alcina?” Your lip trembled again as you felt tears build up in your eyes again.

Alcina crouched down in the closet before crawling over to you. “Iubirea mea, I’m so sorry. Forgive me for the way I snapped at you, please?” Alcina asked as you crawled into her lap, burying your head in her neck.

You sniffled. “You… you called me cli-clingy. Yo-you h-hurt me, Ali.” You whispered into her neck.

“I never should have said that. I was just so frustrated with Mother Miranda and you… I never want you to see me like that again.” Alcina replied, pressing kisses to your forehead. You nodded into her neck, scooting down to lay in the crook of her arm. You were still crying softly as she caressed your cheek. “Shh, shh, little one, I’ve got you.” Alcina said as she brought one of her breasts out of her dress.

You squeezed it in a silent question and Alcina nodded her head. She let out a small sigh when you latched onto the nipple, putting you in a better position to get her milk.

“Never again, my love, I promise. Never again.” Alcina said softly as you drank from her. You felt your eyes start to droop as you suckled at her breast. “Rest now, little one.” Alcina pressed another kiss to your forehead, running her hand down your back as you fell asleep in her arms.

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[littlegodzilla]

Keys NormanReedusxFem!Reader +18

Hi! Today I come with another sequel. I really didn't expect this idea extend so much, but I've been thinking about this for a few days now (Among other things, I have too much free time now, Help!) I think with this is the last part of this story.

I hope you like it and enjoy it as much as I did writing it.

Sorry for my English, it's not my first language!

Keys.

Norman Reedus x femreader

Wanna fuck? Part 3. (part 1 part 2 )

Warnings: M, Smut, +18, fluff, a drama attempt.

Summary: You ran away from Norman and he needs to find you. The things can’t be finished like this.

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Everything has gone to shit.

Norman's not entirely sure what's happened, but suddenly you've disappeared. Maybe yes, maybe he has a vague idea of what has caused you to run out of his house and he hasn't been able to track you down for weeks.

It's frustrating and Norman feels like he's at the end of his patience. He knows that you lead a different pace of life to everyone else, he has never minded, he has adapted to it over time, being careful how he handled himself around you and your environment so that nothing was foreign to you, yet it has worn on his patience. It's not fair to either of you, he knows, he shouldn't be thinking about throwing in the towel, he knows where he got himself from almost day one, much more confident after talking to the mother at that dinner, but still, he is frustrated. Norman really thought things were going well, that he had the situation under control, that you both felt comfortable enough together that this could happen, but no, he's failed again and you've walked away.

He knows he can't behave like a hothead showing up at your door every day, making demands of you, much less banging on your door waiting for you to open it, but he tries. Being nice, the first few days he walks around, calls you and asks you to please open the door, but no one answers from inside, which makes Norman think that maybe you have gone to your mother's house to feel more protected, but you are not there either, Norman uses your mother as a last resort to find you.

He doesn't want to worry the woman, but when he shows up at her door, she already knows what has happened. Norman lowers his head, feeling embarrassed by the situation. You are both adults and supposedly responsible people and there you are, playing cat and mouse. Sarah lets him into the house and offers him a coffee, Norman accepts although he doesn't think it will calm his nerves.

They talk quietly, Sarah doesn't ask questions, but he tells her his own side of the story, wanting to defend himself somehow, knowing that the fault is not his. None of them really, but the situation is surreal to anyone who can hear it without knowing the details. Sarah smiles with kindness and infinite affection when Norman finishes explaining himself and watches as the man runs his hands over his face and hair, a clear gesture of desperation, wanting to restrain himself somehow. Sarah gets up from her seat and walks to the furniture that adorns the entrance of the house, opens one of the drawers and returns to the living room leaving some keys on the table where the coffee cups rest. Norman stares at the object, raises his eyebrows, understanding what Sarah is offering him. He bites his lip nervously and his fingers play with the hair on his chin. He looks at the petite woman and she smiles warmly, nodding her head.

"My daughter is at home, she hasn't left the house all these days, but I've talked to her on the phone, I know you've tried to go see her every day and you've respected her stubbornness in not opening up to you, but you have to talk, so if she doesn't want to do it the easy way, other measures will have to be taken..."

"I don't want to scare her any more than I already have..." he admits lowering his gaze, but his fingers brush against the keys your mother has given him.

"You've done nothing wrong, Norman, you've taken the step you wanted to take with her and believed she would understand, and not only that, you've been patient with her reaction. You're good for her, Norman, I know that, I know she sees it too and that's why it scares her...I'm just asking you not to give up." Sarah looks at him pleadingly and Norman sighs nodding his head, smiles softly and grabs the keys in his hand, getting up.

"I'm going to fight for her, but if she doesn't see herself capable of accepting things as they are...I'm not going to force her into anything."

"I understand, Norman. Thank you." The woman smiles and stands up, hugging him.

Norman walks out of your mother's house with the keys in his hand and a decisive idea in his head. He's not going to give up, he's going to go back to your apartment and try to talk some sense into you. If you don't want him to, then he'll turn around and accept that it's all over there. But first you're going to talk to him.

Go back to your building, open the door to the street and go up to your apartment, after that night you asked him to stay there you hadn't been back there, you always met at Norman's house, but he has a good memory and remembers perfectly how to get there. He clenches the keys in his pocket between his fingers and again his teeth scratch the skin of his lower lip thinking about what he can do, what he can say. He sighs and drops the keys, knocks on the door as he has done so many times before and waits. He closes his eyes, leaning his head against the door. He doesn't want to force his way in, he knows that barging into your intimacy, your privacy, isn't going to help fix things.

"Please..." He mumbles against the wood of the door. "I just want to talk to you, then I'll leave if you don't want anything to do with me, but open up..." He asks you. He tenses because he hears a creak, but it's not your door, but another one not far from where he is. He turns his head to discover an old woman peeking out of another house.

"She's not home, pretty boy." He says to her in a shaky, muffled voice. "She went out a few minutes ago, if you wait, she won't be back long." She tells him with a wrinkled smile. Norman mimics her gesture by nodding his head.

"Thank you, ma'am. I'm sorry for the show." He hones in, but she shakes her head, downplaying the matter.

"That's all right, young man. You like her very much, don't you? She's a very special girl."

"Yes, yes she is..." He smiles because it's true. He steps away from your door and walks over to the lady who smiles a little wider, opening the door to her house. "But I don't think I'm doing things right with her."

"Don't talk nonsense, I know she likes you too."

"Has she been told?" Norman looks at her in surprise and the woman laughs low.

"No, but I see these things and I’m old enough to understand what she's thinking about." She tells him in a confidential tone and winks at him. "Don't let her get away." She squeezes his arm affectionately and closes the door again.

Norman stands there for a moment staring at the closed door, weighing what the old woman has told him. He tenses because he hears footsteps on the stairs and turns in time to see your head appear around the corner of the hallway.

You are unaware of his presence, you are looking inside your bag at the things you have gone to buy at the supermarket down the street. Normally you do all your shopping online, but you needed food and maybe to get some air, so since you had work ahead of you, you allowed yourself to go out and shop. You don't really like it because you always end up buying things you don't want because what you're looking for, specifically, they don't have it, but this time you're satisfied with your purchases. You're near the door when feet appear in your field of vision. You stop and raise your head. Your face pales as you discover Norman in front of you. For a second you want to turn and run, but Norman grabs your wrist. Your gaze shoots from his face to your hand and back to him. Norman releases you by holding up both hands, in an attempt to get you to stay calm. You babble, fiddle nervously with the keys and the bag in your hands. He still doesn't say or do anything. Following an impulse you can't control you open the door to your house and leave it unlocked. Norman hesitates for a moment, but then comes in after you, closing the door behind him, following you into the kitchen where you leave your shopping bag. He continues without a word, watching your movements, watching as you gather the groceries in your fridge and various drawers, pick up some clean dishes and make coffee. Norman sighs biting his lip. You startle when you hear him speak.

"Aren't you even going to look at me?"

"I'm making coffee..." You reply. "Do you want some?"

"Yeah, sure, do you want me to help you?"

"No, it's just a coffee..."

"Yeah, sorry..." The nervousness is evident in him, he's folded his arms and repeatedly bites his lower lip, tugging at his beard hair with his teeth. "Do you think you could put that down and talk to me?"

"Coffee's almost done..." You mutter turning back toward the coffee pot. Norman lets the air out of his mouth very slowly and nods.

"Okay, fine, we'll do it your way..." He agrees without turning away from the kitchen door, not taking his eyes off everything you do.

You move through the kitchen, take two cups and prepare coffee for both of you, black with two spoons of sugar for him and for you a little milk and two spoons of sugar. You hand him his cup with a nod of thanks and move into the living room where you have your entire work area set up. Several computers plugged in, your laptop on the side table next to the couch. You point to it and both of you sit there. The silence is still thick and uncomfortable. Your heart doesn't stop beating violently and violently, your mind doesn't stop working at a mile a minute. There are too many variants open and again your anxiety is winning over your sanity. You have to get back to work, you're on your workday, you can't neglect your job. You have to talk to Norman, clear things up or else ask him to leave, to leave you alone. You also need to talk to your mother, set some rules as it is clear that she is taking too many liberties. Especially when Norman leaves the keys to your own apartment on the table in front of you. You raise your head looking at him in surprise.

"Your mother gave them to me, I thought I should use them if... you kept ignoring me, but I didn't want to force things, I didn't want to pressure you."

"And coming to see me at my house and knocking on the door everyday when I'm working?"

"I'm sorry, I know I was an idiot doing that, but God, I didn't know what to do." He ran his hands over his face again, trying not to get too worked up. "You just disappeared."

"I didn't... you gave me..." You mutter, lowering your gaze again.

"It was just some fucking keys..." You snort unable to control the frustration in your voice. "They don't hurt you, you know, you could've..." He licks his lips searching for the words. "I don't know, you just could have not taken them and that's it."

"It's... It's another change, Norman I didn't..." You muffle because you know what he's going to answer you, you can see him clench his fists slightly, controlling himself. "A set of keys means a lot of things... I..."

"Meant nothing more than what they are, keys." He cuts off your stuttering and hesitation. "We always go to my house, okay?" he shrugs wanting you to understand what he means. "We've been doing this for two years, and...I don't know, I thought maybe some keys wouldn't hurt."

"It implies a commitment, Norman..."

"It doesn't imply anything, just that you can come to my house whenever you want... I told you, I'm going to be with you as much as you need me, but you can't block me every time I want to do something else for you..."

"You already do for me..."

"I don't want to follow a fucking plan." He cuts you off again and you bite your lips holding back your thoughts. "I don't want us to compulsorily see each other on Fridays, yes, it's not once a month anymore, yes, now it's every Friday of the month, I know the changes are slow going with you, I know you have a hard time accepting them, that you don't like them, but I thought we talked about this."

"You are not a change..." You mumble understanding what he means.

"Exactly...It’s been..." He bites his lip and moves a little closer to you, squeezing your hands between his. You startle and look up at him. "It's been two years since we started this...I don't want to follow a fucking calendar." He says and knows he's letting his anger get the better of him and he takes a deep breath. "I want to be able to meet you on Monday, Saturday, Friday, I don't care what fucking day. I want to be able to call you, know if you want to see me and leave the house or not, fuck like animals here or at my place, come home from work one day and see you waiting for me on my couch, not because it's the fucking day we're supposed to see each other, but because you really want to see me. That you've missed me at some point." He's sincere and squeezes your hands a little between his. You stare, understanding what he means, thinking over all his arguments, looking for a logical answer that will make you also understand if you want the same or she's just crazy. Norman sees that you are not able to answer and speaks again. "Is it the case that when you stay at my house on the weekend you feel bad about being there? Tell me, do you feel uncomfortable when you stay with me after we've seen each other on Friday?"

You hesitate for a moment on what to answer, there are so many things swirling around in your brain at the same time. You understand what he's telling you, what he's asking, but he also knows that you can't give him a yes or no answer, your answers are never simple, you never leave your decisions to a few simple monosyllables. You look down at your joined hands and feel his thumbs caress your skin lovingly.

"Yes..." You whisper, but he doesn't move, he waits, he knows there's something else caught in your throat. "I was uncomfortable, at first and yes, I wanted to leave because it wasn't what was agreed, I didn't want to... but that gradually changed, like everything about you... you always manage to trap me, you always manage to make my mind cloud and with you I'm unable to think about anything else but you... See us outside of... our dates? Yes, I thought about it once, I even came over to your place one night, but...

"What?" he looks at you in disbelief. "Why didn't you tell me... why didn't you knock on the door?"

"Because I showed up there too late, it wasn't the right time... maybe I could have bothered you or..."

"Oh God..." He can't help but chuckle under his breath and cover his face with both hands, trying to process what you just said. "Really, and I give you my keys and everything goes to shit?" He still can't believe it. He knows he shouldn't be using that asshole tone, but he's just feeling overcome. "You came all the way to my house yourself outside of our... dates. Don't you think if you had my keys, you would have avoided standing at my front door and going home? You could have come in whenever you felt like it and we would have had a great night, don't you think?" He insists and once again, the pieces seem to fit together much better than they do now Norman is the one explaining the situation to you.

"Yes... I suppose you're right, as usual..."

"No, don't say that, I don't want you to feel obligated to believe what I tell you." He sighs and again his hands fall on yours, he squeezes them and brings them over his mouth, kissing them lovingly.

"No, but it's true. I've gone back to acting without thinking about... anything." An amused smile forms on your mouth and Norman looks at you with a frown. "It's ironic, because my brain can't stop thinking... even now..."

"What can I do to make you stop thinking? What do you need me to do? Tell me." He looks at you intently, one of his hands releases yours and strokes your cheek affectionately.

You stare at him for a moment, move closer to him and kiss him slowly, your lips caressing his. Norman gasps, holding the back of your neck, kissing you back, making you sigh against his mouth.

Norman didn't come to see you with that intention, he didn't really have it in mind at all. But you find yourself in front of him, completely naked, devouring him with your eyes and he is not made of stone. Well, he is now, but for a totally different reason. His bare chest and his jeans concealing a more than obvious erection. He settles down on the couch, spreading his legs, inviting you to come to him. His own fingers caress his lips, watching every move you make, his breathing is heavy, but he tries to be as calm as possible, letting you do what you need to do with him. You walk slowly up to him, your leg brushing against his as you slowly, slowly climb onto his lap, resting your hands on the back of the couch he's sitting on. Norman's breathing becomes heavier as you consciously brush your breasts against his face as you sit up. Your hard nipples brush against his lips and Norman opens his mouth to catch your tit between his lips. You gasp and moan at the feel of his lips and tongue against your skin.

His hands caress your thighs slowly, you sit fully on his cock, hard and hidden inside his pants, you move your hips against him and Norman releases your breast from his mouth, panting against your wet skin.

"This is... this is all we are?" you gasp feeling your mind finally stop thinking.

"No... you know it's not..." Norman caresses one of your cheeks, lifting his head to kiss you slowly, stroking your hair, letting it fall to your shoulders. "But if it helps you keep your mind blank..." he smiles kissing your jaw, moving down your neck slowly. You gasp letting yourself do it, closing your eyes. "I told you I'd be with you whenever you needed me... and that's what I'm doing." He whispers against your skin, catching one of your breasts in his mouth again, enjoying it. You sigh at the sensation and move your hips against his body, rubbing against his hard bulge still inside his pants.

Your hands come loose from the fabric of the couch to caress his head, his shoulders and down to the edge of his pants, brushing your fingertips against his belt. Norman pulls away from you a little again, letting you follow your path, you settle over his thighs unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants. You slide out and between his legs holding the edge of his pants and underwear, slowly pulling them down, Norman lifts his hips to help you and you leave him totally naked in front of you. Your eyes are riveted on him, who doesn't look away either, with a crooked smile, slowly stroking himself, hardening his cock all the way. You lick and bite your lower lip crawling up to him, licking the tip of his cock as he grips his own erection from the base, grunting at the wet touch of your tongue.

You like hearing him, you like feeling him grunt and twitch with need and some desperation as you take your own time sucking and licking the tip of his cock, producing little wet sounds that bounce in the silence of the room. Your hand replaces his hand at the base of his cock and as your mouth continues to give his tip a warm wet treat, your hand strokes and moves up and down his length. You hear a hoarse moan escape his mouth, your chest filling with a certain pride in yourself. You look up and your body shudders as your gaze connects with Norman's, he watches you intently, breathing hard, biting his lip, enjoying what you are doing with him. Your fingers close around his base and you open your mouth a little wider inserting every inch you are able by closing your lips around it, starting to move your head in a gentle up and down motion, lubricating his entire cock with your saliva.

"Oh fuck!" Norman grunts and his hand closes over your head.

For a second you stop, but again your lips close around his cock, still sucking up and down, tightening your grip on his base a little. It's another thing that has changed in your relationship. The first few times you shared your intimacy, the contact you allowed from Norman to you was minimal, only when he takes his time to go all over you. When you were the one enjoying him, the occasions were very specific, but now you don't care. You like to feel his hand closing in your hair, his fingers twitching against your skin at the pleasure, his hips moving against your mouth wanting to go deeper. You've tried, but your mouth has never fully cooperated, yet you know you're capable of making him enjoy it, of taking him almost to the limit, of feeling his thighs tremble and his cock swell inside your mouth, only to stop and leave him there, pleading and completely needy. You've discovered that you like the animal side that takes over him when you play with him like that.

“I love that fucking mouth of you…” He grunts and his fingers grip harder your hair. “Feels so fucking good around my cock…”

Your body shudders when you hear him talk. That's another thing that has changed between your relationships. At first Norman didn't talk much, if at all, while you were fucking. Maybe a little at first or when he felt your mind going back to thinking too much, but it wasn't usual. Then, little by little, his tongue became bolder, in every possible way. At first it felt strange and even uncomfortable, you felt that something was cutting the moment short, forcing your mind to start up again, but then you discovered that it wasn't your brain that started to work at speed, but your body, which reacted to every word the man whispered, with goosebumps and your pussy totally wet.

“You like that too, right? All my cock on your mouth, taking me to the edge… Feeling my cum on your tongue…” He grunts again and you moan getting wetter just thinking about it. “Yeah, I know, girl, but not now. I wanna play with you too… Stand up.” He says and you look at him sucking his cock once again before doing with he wants.

You stand up slowly, feeling the insides of your thighs completely wet, Norman looks at you biting his lip. He lies down on the couch and gestures for you to come closer again. Once upon a time you would have demanded that you go straight to the bedroom, that the couch was no place for such things, but now you feel the need hitting you so hard, you can't even protest.

You approach ready to straddle him and ride him the way you both like it best, however, Norman holds your wrist carefully and guides you. A gasp of surprise catches in your throat as he pulls you down and you end up on top of him your thighs on either side of his head. He pushes you down and his tongue brushes your folds from his position beneath you. You moan and shudder. You clutch at the couch and your other hand closes on his hair.

You've never sat on a man's face before and your whole body trembles at the sensation. You gasp as you look down to find Norman staring up at you. His hands caress your legs, your thighs, his fingers spread your folds further apart and his tongue delves deep into your tight interior. You cry out at the sensation and your legs slam together. You exhale in fear and move over him. Norman stops and looks at you with concern.

“Are you okay?”

“N… No… I never… I never did it before…” You mumble embarrassed, fearing that in some movement you couldn't control, you might hurt him. He smiles understanding what might be going through your mind and turns his head slightly to kiss your thigh.

“It’s okay, let’s go to the bed… You will not to escape from me anyway.” He smiles and you do the same getting up of him.

Norman has you back on the mattress. Your legs raised, the inside of your knees resting on his shoulders, he has you with your hips slightly raised, holding your thighs and his mouth is once again buried in your pussy. He licks, bites and sucks your folds, his lips tighten around your clit making you moan, arch against him and fuck you against his tongue as he makes his way inside your wet inside. His gaze is once again fixed on you, not for a second neglecting what he is doing. Your mind, as well as your body, are a complete mess, as he always manages, you can't think, you can't be coherent with any of your actions feeling his tongue take you to the limit. He lets go of one of your legs and inserts his fingers spreading your walls apart, moving them in and out, curving them inside you touching that special spot that manages to make you see stars. You moan loudly and arch once more, pull his hair hard and cum against his fingers and mouth, feeling the spasms of pleasure shaking your whole body uncontrollably. Norman licks, sucks and moves his fingers, slower and slower, until he pulls them out. His gaze is on you again, he sits up and licks the cum on his fingers, you gasp at what you see and bite your lip. Your gaze is clouded with desire, your chest rises and falls erratically, your body still twitching in the little scraps of pleasure that envelop you. Norman stretches over your body, now your legs encircling his waist, he kisses you slowly, with infinite affection, his tongue brushes your lips and enters your mouth lazily, he breaks away again to look at you and kisses your chin and neck.

You caress and scratch his back enjoying the kisses that run down your neck. You bite your lip and push his waist a little. He puts up no resistance. He separates from you and lies down on the mattress. You sit up, your hand caresses his hard erection and Norman hisses holding your wrist.

“Easy, girl… I’m so fucking hard, I could cum too fast.” He says in a husky voice and you nod.

You let go of his cock but not without squeezing once more on his tip, Norman moans and uses all his self-control not to cum on it. You straddle him, rubbing your folds against his erection, lubricating it with your own flow. He holds you by the waist and helping you position yourself on top of him, you sit on his cock, feeling it work its way inside you without resistance. You moan once more, he grunts digging his fingers into your skin and holds you still, again controlling himself. You watch him out of the corner of your eye guessing when you can start moving again, your hands rest on his thighs and you begin to move slowly over him, bouncing slightly, gasping as his own hips rise, meeting you on the way, going deeper, throwing you back to the edge of your own pleasure. Norman joins in, wrapping his arms around you, the two of you sitting on the mattress. His hands move down from your waist to your ass, your knees dig into the mattress to gain momentum, your hands clinging tightly to his shoulders starting to move quickly over him. Norman helps you propel yourself by grabbing your ass, digging his fingers into your skin and even allowing himself to spank you. You moan at the sensation and clench tightly around his cock.

It's triggering for him, as he feels his cock strangling around your walls he can't hold back any longer, he moans hoarsely against your neck, his fingers pull at your skin and push you down, getting wedged deep inside you as he cums intensely. The heat his cock gives off and his cum inside you, makes your body shudder and you reach your own orgasm, pressing back against his cock feeling him pulsing inside you.

Norman opens his eyes the next morning. It takes him a moment to discover that he is still in your bed, but you aren’t with him. There is a small twinge in his chest of fear, imagining that you might have run away again or waiting for him to ask him to leave. He remains silent and hears a steady murmur coming from your living room. You're talking to someone and from the mechanical tone of your voice, Norman deduces it's something about work. He stretches out under the covers and looks around for something to wear, but remembers that all his clothes were left lying on your living room floor, he's never left anything there either, so if he wants to go out he has to do it naked. Not that he minds, but he's convinced it won't be a good show if you're in a business meeting. He finally makes up his mind by wrapping your sheets around his waist like in the typical movies, feeling a little ridiculous, but at least this way he'll placate a little embarrassment if your coworkers see him through the camera. He trips a couple of times on the fabric of the sheets but manages to get out of your room unscathed. He peeks through the living room door and smiles.

As I thought you are busy talking to your co-workers. You seem to be explaining to him your latest interventions, what you've been up to over the past few days, the results you've been getting, but that's not what really catches his attention. Your hair is messy and you look a little sleepy, maybe you've been up too long talking about it, over and over again, but what he likes is to see his shirt wrapped around your body. You got up in a hurry and it was the first thing you grabbed before starting the meeting. The smell of Norman on the fabric relaxed you and allowed you to focus on what you had to say without overthinking things. Something that surprised your colleagues. You continue talking to them, your fingers stroking the collar of your shirt, feeling the softness of the fabric against your skin. You spot Norman in the doorway, but he doesn't move, just nods at you. You smile and point to his clothes, folded and gathered on the table you use for family meals. He winks at you in appreciation and walks over, avoiding being seen by your coworkers and puts on his boxers and pants, folding the sheet to put it in the washing machine if you want. You look back at the computer screen, listen to the proposals of your coworkers and your boss and say goodbye to them, turning off the laptop. You get up from the couch and stand there quietly, watching him. Norman smiles and points to the kitchen, separated from the living room by a breakfast bar. You haven't spent much time in your house, but you've had breakfast there before.

"Would you like me to make some breakfast?" he offers and you nod.

"Thanks." You whisper and Norman walks over to you giving you a soft kiss.

"Good morning..."

"Good morning..." You reply back feeling your cheeks flush. It's like you're getting to know each other all over again.

Norman walks back to your kitchen, the good thing about you being a methodical and mechanical person for some things makes it easy for him to find things around him. He's a bit of a stickler for that too, but not to your extreme. You sit on the stool in front of the bar watching him move from side to side. He looks so natural that again your heart races. You clench your hands tightly, rubbing them together nervously. Norman catches your eye after placing the coffee pot on the stove and there is a mute question in his gaze. You know you've left a talk hanging, that last night you had to have a serious talk about what was going to happen from now on. Norman has nothing more to say for now, you are aware of that, now it's your turn to be clear with him. You sigh and tangle your fingers in your own hair before intertwining your hands again.

"I think I'm afraid to fall in love with you..." You whisper at last, not daring to look at him, but you know Norman doesn't take his eyes off you. "I think... I was afraid of falling in love with you..." You clarify because you're sure it's too late to stop that from happening. "You know things work differently for me..." You whisper again and Norman nods his head.

"I know, but it's been two years..."

"I know, but I'm not like you..." You shake your head because you don't want to refer specifically to him. "Like everyone else... I need a plan, a routine, I need stability so that... so that I don't collapse..."

"I understand..."

"No, actually you don't." You look at him and sigh covering your face with your hands. "I need everything to have a specific place and control around me so I can keep moving. Since I've known you all that has failed, everything has been changing, little by little around me; changing things, bringing in new things and forgetting routines I had since I was almost a child... Everything has been transforming around me and you've seen what happens when that happens."

"It's never been a problem, I mean... We've known how to handle it..." He insists, he thinks your relationship is on a good footing, or at least he thought it was.

"And it's not, at least not now, now that I've adjusted to... a lot of our relationship. I like hanging out with you, I like being with you, staying at your house even if it's not part of the program, I'd like to see you outside of the program we have set up, but I'm afraid that one day... it'll all be over." You lower your gaze again and bite your lip nervously. "I can't go back, I can't... forget about it and start from scratch like you or someone else would. You leave a person because you stop liking them, or because things become complicated, you are maybe a few days or a few hours bad and the next day you find another person who seems to fill you as well or better than the previous one... I can't do that. My brain won't let me, I'd need to think it all over again, rebuild my wreckage, almost everything would go back to zero and... and I'd just collapse." You confess and your voice sounds choked, tears have taken over your eyes without being able to control it. Norman moves closer towards you and his hand squeezes yours. Your whole body shakes so hard he's afraid you'll break. "That's why every time you wanted to be with me, to bond with me in a more personal and intimate way I..."

"You think you're the only one in love?" He tells you softly, you lift your head like a spring and see that his cheeks are aflame. "Do you really think if I didn't care about you I'd be here?" He asks you again, but doesn't wait for you to answer. "You are important to me. Very much. I've had times when yes, I've wanted to throw in the towel, Has it been frustrating? Yes. Have I felt overdone? A lot, but it's not your fault, or mine. It just is what it is. And I'm not going to run away. And if you need me to come after you when you run away again because you really don't know what you're doing. I will. I told you, I'm going to be with you whenever you need me. That the first night was weird? It was, but I think it was for both of us. That the second night was personal curiosity? Yes, I confess that too, but then everything came together. I don't know whether to call it love, even for me the word is perhaps too strong, but I'm not going anywhere, nor am I going to get bored of you. That's not going to happen.

"You're just saying that now..."

"I've been telling you that for two years, actually." He jokes and you look up at him again, his warm, amused smile making you smile too. You squeeze his hand against yours and then stand up.

Norman takes advantage of you stepping away to take the coffee off the stove and put two cups on. When you return to the table, you leave the keys your mother had given Norman the day before on the table and look at him hesitantly.

"You can... You can keep them... I'd really like you to come and see me... Even if I'm working or it's not... Friday..." You say this last in a breathy whisper and Norman's smile grows much wider.

"Thanks, I'd love to... Mine I think you still have them." He jokes raising an eyebrow. "You ran out of my house with them in your hand."

"Y... Yes, I'm sorry..."

"There's nothing to be sorry about." He smiles once more and hides the keys in his pants pocket, just in case you drastically change your mind again at some point.

Your back protests once again as you shift in your chair and groan low. You've clearly stretched your working hours beyond what was rightfully yours, again. You peel your eyes away from the computer screen, rubbing them with your hands, feeling them dry from overexertion. You look around, still getting used to the idea that this is your new workplace. It's been a few years since you have reduced your work area to that room in your new house. You were used to working anywhere in your apartment, but that has been changing little by little, like everything else. But it's good, you know, there's nothing to worry about. Besides you imposed it on yourself for obvious reasons.

You smile weakly drinking from your coffee cup when you hear the door of the house open and close, filling the silence with laughter and nervous, anxious voices.

So much had changed.

Your gaze falls on the ring that decorates your ring finger and you rise from your chair, ending your workday. You grimace painfully and bring your hand to your bulging abdomen, caressing it gently, feeling the little one stir inside. The door to your office opens and two pairs of blue eyes stare at you, asking permission in a mute way, if they can come in. You smile and walk towards them.

"Are you done yet?" Norman asks you, opening the door all the way. The little boy with him runs up to you and hugs your legs.

"Mom, dad says we can go to the park if you're done working! Can we?" Norman's little reflection pins his innocent gaze on you and you laugh nodding your head.

"Sure we can, I think I've been sitting here too long." You smile and Norman comes up to you kissing you lovingly, his hand caresses your belly and his eyes sparkle with restrained emotion. Your cheeks redden as you look away, you still can't get used to him looking at you that way.

"How are you feeling, is she behaving?"

"Yes, you know it's been a very quiet pregnancy."

"Good, then I'll get some things ready and we'll go to the park."

Now you remember with embarrassment what your first pregnancy was like. You were so surprised by the news that you repeated the test a couple of times and then went to the hospital for a third. But there it was, it was tiny, barely a couple of weeks gestation. A "chickpea" as the doctor who attended you had called it, and for the first time in your life you felt like hitting someone. You didn't have a chickpea in your belly, you had a baby. Yours and Norman's. You had made a little person and you needed Norman with you to take it in.

You burst into the man's work to the cry of "I'm pregnant!" you literally shouted in the middle of the photography studio earning you a look of surprise and amusement from everyone there. Norman was thankful that day that he had his camera strapped around his neck or he's sure it would have fallen out of his hands.

After that you both needed a moment to take it in. Of course it wasn't an easy thing to hide until you were sure the pregnancy was going well, your scream in the studio had caused all your mutual acquaintances to spread the news like wildfire and a few hours later you had your mother in your house. For that was another change that had happened to you before the baby. You and Norman had married and moved into a nice house where you could both start from scratch. It was a complicated process for you too, but it was less difficult than you had expected from the beginning.

The dizziness, the nausea, the avoidance of certain foods and suddenly wanting to eat other things you had never tried before made the eight and a half months of your pregnancy a real roller coaster for you and Norman, you were both new to it all and every gesture, discomfort or doubt that assailed you became a big dilemma that kept you both on edge. At least at the beginning. From the fifth month onwards you both seemed more sure of what you were doing and Norman loved touching you, loved having his hands always on your belly, feeling it grow, feeling the baby move. He would lie close to your belly and whisper to it as he caressed your skin, sometimes, to your surprise, the little one would react to Norman's presence by moving into his touch or his warm breath would collide, making the man smile with immense excitement.

You never expected Norman to be a man who adored children.

"How did it go at the studio? I hope he's been good..." You say looking sideways at your son.

The little boy was born with a personality very similar to yours. Some things that happen around him are hard for him to assimilate, but it's not as drastic as in your case, however when he feels anxiety taking over he shows it by getting too excited. Norman found that painting and photography calmed the little boy. Despite his young age, he was able to capture very interesting things in the pictures his father let him paint. While Norman took care of the photography, developing and mounting, the boy stayed close by, painting on small canvases or in sketchbooks. Crises had dwindled to almost none over the course of the year, but one could never let one's guard down for good.

"We brought a gift with us. We left it in the living room." He tells you as his only response, biting his lip in amusement.

"What did you guys do this time?" You look at him fearfully and the three of you walk out of your office.

Your eyes widen when you discover that your son is holding a small black kitten in his hands, clutching onto his shirt like a life preserver. You look at Norman and his smile grows much wider. He's enjoying the situation, he knows you like animals and that you're not going to be able to say no to him staying at home.

"How did you...?" you try to ask and he laughs with a shrug.

"Our little adventurer found him and held on to our son so tightly that I couldn't say no to him." You look back at the boy petting and playing with the cat who keeps purring and rubbing against his face, making him laugh. "I think it will be good for him."

You look sideways at Norman and then at the little blond boy who has put the little kitten down and both of them explore the room making little jumps and running scared when some extraneous noise over jumped the little feline. You smile and stroke your belly feeling your second baby move. Norman catches your gesture and comes over and hugs you from behind. He kisses your cheek, rests his chin on your shoulder and his hands caress your sides, the baby moves again, looking for the source of warmth and you smile.

"You know what I love most about your pregnancies?" he whispers in your ear, as if it's a secret. "How big your breasts get..." He confesses and after a few seconds you both laugh loudly. You shake your head and turn around hugging him.

"You're such an idiot..."

The End...

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[nurse-buckley]

Muchas Manos En La Olla Echan El Guiso A Perder

Fandom: 9-1-1  Word Count: 1,676 Pairing: Buddie x Reader  Warnings: mentions of blood and injury.  Summary: Like the title says, ‘too many cooks spoil the broth.’  Tagslist: @firemedicdiaz @fireladybuckley @pupandangelscoffee @winterreader-nowwriter @dayrin085 Beta’d by the amazing @evanbuckos

“Thanks for letting me use your kitchen Eddie.” Your kitchen was being renovated, and when Athena and Bobby announced they were having a barbeque, you knew you couldn’t show up empty handed. Eddie was kind enough to offer up his oven for you, and invited you and Buck over to cook your respective dishes together. 

You, Eddie, and Buck get to work, Eddie preparing the bread rolls for the oven and Buck chopping vegetables for the salad. The pie you offered to make for dessert had already been cooked and was cooling on the side, so you offer your services to help Eddie with the tortilla española he’d offered to make, recipe courtesy of his abuela.  

You all fall into a comfortable rhythm, moving around each other in synchronicity as you prepare your plates for the barbeque. Eddie opens his phone, connecting it to his bluetooth speakers, wiggling his hips to the beat as he continues his prep. You let out a laugh watching his dance, gaining Buck’s attention. 

The younger firefighter, upon seeing his friend, begins an impromptu food fight, grabbing a piece of tomato from his chopping board and throwing it in his direction. You shake your head, not wanting to be involved in their antics, dodging the piece of food as it flies passed you.  

Choosing to ignore them for the time being, you grab the mandoline and begin slicing the potatoes for Eddie into thin discs. You don’t notice the piece of cucumber flying towards you from Eddie’s direction, your mind too focussed on thinly slicing the ingredient in front of you. The piece of food misses its target of Buck, instead hitting you. You flinch in retaliation to the object flying towards you, the potato slipping in your hands and your fingers slicing against the blade. 

The laughing ceases, the two men not knowing what your reaction would be to being brought in to their antics. Your silence worries them as you pause chopping the vegetables, staring down at the chopping board. The cheerful music playing a stark contrast to the energy that now fills the room. 

“Y/N?” Eddie asks. 

You’re still frozen in place, staring down at the chopping board as you turn to him. It’s then he sees the blood flowing freely from your index and middle finger.  

He drops what he’s doing, grabbing a clean cloth from the drawer and moving to your side immediately. “Buck, get the first aid kit, now!” 

The younger firefighter sprints into action, running out of the kitchen to find the box of supplies he knew Eddie keeps in the bathroom cabinet. 

“Shit, I am so sorry.” 

He presses the rag firmly to your fingers, holding your hand above your heart to try and stem the bleeding. He chances a look, removing the cloth to see the damage, only being met with a fresh stream of blood that trickled down your arm. 

Your face pales as you realise the magnitude of your injury, sucking in a breath, not sure if it’s from the shock of seeing the blood or the pain emanating from your fingers. 

Eddie doesn’t miss your reaction, attempting to get your focus on him and away from your injury,  “hey, keep your eyes on me, okay?” 

You suck in a breath, the pain alone was enough to make you feel sick, but the sensation that made your stomach churn was the feel of the warm liquid soaking through the rag and down your fingers as Eddie held your hand in the air. 

You chance a look, not being able to resist, attempting to see the damage you had caused to the digits. Eddie’s reflexes kick in as he sees your face pale and your eyes start to roll back. He uses his free hand to press you against the counter, pressing his body against you, sandwiching you between him and the counter in an attempt to keep you upright. “Easy, I got you.” 

The jolting sensation of being pushed into the counter brings you back slightly. You still feel woozy, leaning into the man next to you for support. “Sorry,” you begin, “looks like tortilla española is off the menu.” 

Eddie lets out a chuckle in disbelief at your apology, “doesn’t matter, what matters is getting those fingers seen to.” 

Buck returns, his face conveying his worry upon seeing you so pale and unstable. He rushes to your side, placing the first aid kit on the counter next to you and helping Eddie keep you upright. 

“Let’s get you laying down,” Buck takes your other side, taking the majority of your weight to allow Eddie to keep pressure on your wounds. 

The two firefighters gently lay you on the floor, Buck cradling your head as they lower you down. The younger firefighter leaves your side momentarily, returning with a chair, and gently lifts your legs, elevating them in an attempt to stop you from going into shock. 

The younger man looks towards Eddie, seeing he’s ready to take another look at your injuries and begin treating them. “Just keep looking at me alright,” Buck’s gaze never leaves you as he picks up your uninjured hand, squeezing it in his own. 

You suck in a breath as you feel Eddie removing the cloth from your hand, keeping your focus on the other man. “How bad is it?”  

“I don’t think you need the emergency room. I can treat it here if you want me to.” 

You nod, regretting the decision immediately as the dizziness returns. “Yeah, please. I don’t want to go to the hospital.” 

Buck gives your hand another reassuring squeeze, bringing your focus back in the moment. You allow yourself to relax slightly, feeling like a weight has been lifted knowing that you wouldn’t have a stranger looking after you.  

After a few more minutes of pressure, Eddie was happy the bleeding had stopped enough for him to dress the wounds on your fingers. “You alright to sit up for me? It’ll be easier to patch you up at the table.”  

Buck lets go of your hand momentarily, placing his hand around your shoulders, supporting you into a sitting position. His free hand comes to your uninjured hand, his fingers moving to the pulse point there. Once he’s happy you’re stable enough to move he nods to Eddie, the silent conversation between them signially their next move. The younger firefighter helps you to stand, all the while keeping a firm grip with an arm around your waist. The pair lead you to the table, sitting you down in the chair before Buck leaves to grab the first aid kit he’d left in the kitchen. 

Buck passes the box to Eddie, opening it and unpacking the materials he needs. It looks more like the kit bags you stock on the firetruck than a family first aid box. You’d laugh were it not for the pain in your fingers throbbing in time with your pulse. 

The medic begins pulling out plastic vials of saline, dressing packs, tegaderm and so on. By the time he’s finished gathering the supplies he needs, the table is covered in gauze, tape, and bandages. 

Buck is at your other side, your hand in his, talking about anything to distract you. Eddie chips into the conversation between preparing his work surface. Your anxiety begins to rise as you see Eddie pulling on a pair of surgical gloves, announcing that he’s ready if you are.  

Your anxiety doesn’t go unnoticed by the younger man, “just keep looking at me, okay?” 

Eddie gently pulls your hand away from Buck’s grasp, checking under the rag, happy the bleeding has stopped. “We’ll go at your pace, if you need me to stop or feel like it’s getting too much, just say and we’ll take a break.” 

You nod, smiling for the first time since your accident. You feel lucky to have them with you. 

“I guess it's true what they say, muchas manos en la olla echan el guiso a perder.”  

Buck frowns in confusion at Eddie’s statement, “what does that mean?” 

You let out a scoff, shaking your head, “it means too many cooks spoil the broth. More like two idiots partaking in a food fight gets the innocent party injured...”   

The pair apologise in unison, feeling incredibly guilty that their actions had caused this to happen to you. 

Once confirming you’re ready, Eddie begins by opening one of the saline tubes, wetting a piece of gauze. He looks up to you for consent before he begins cleaning the wounds on your fingers. He gently rubs around the wounds, ensuring your fingers are clean before wiping the dried blood that had crusted on to your fingers and hand. Grabbing another piece of gauze, he gently dabs at the area, drying around the wounds. He applies the first dressing to each of your fingers, securing the adhesive around each finger before applying the additional bandages, securing them with tape. 

Buck grabs the sling Eddie had laid out, gently holding your wrist as he places the sling over your chest. He gently places your arm back across your chest, tying the bandage around the back of your neck, successfully elevating your hand. 

Buck glances at his watch, looking between you and Eddie, who is now busy cleaning up the wrappers from the table. “We can still make it if we leave now. You both still up for it?” 

You glance at Eddie who shrugs, looking back at you for confirmation. “I’m up for it if you are.” 

The pain is still throbbing in your fingers and you take a moment to think if you are up to facing other people. You decide you still want to go, knowing being with your friends, your work family, would be a better distraction than staying inside. 

“Lets go,” you pause for a minute, thinking back to the mess in the kitchen, “we have the pie, but we might need to run by the store though, if we don’t want to turn up empty handed!”

[shorkbrian]

Babysitter

Prelude - I do not understand how some people get turned on by spanking, but I still respect that kink. I could never lol I just think back to the days where I got spanked so hard I’d pass out or the wooden spoon would break haha.

Pairing - Bakugou Katsuki X Reader

Prompt - idk I just thought of babysitters being so flipping like “Im in charge here” and stupid and I feel like Bakugou would enjoy babysitting like someone just a few years younger than him cause he’d get such a rush of power. 

Warnings - NSFW, abuse of power, noncon, spanking, degradation, slight misogyny. slight masochism?

Music - https://open.spotify.com/track/5E30LdtzQTGqRvNd7l6kG5?si=IG4WgPeSQf2_UzyLXMWR7g

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Your mom was overbearing.

Here you were, a full-grown adult, and your mom was yelling her thanks to your “babysitter” as she rushed out the door.

You knew she was a bit protective, a bit hyper-vigilant and akin to a helicopter parent. But it was hard to be mad at her for it, not ever since dad had divorced her. She was terrified of something happening to you, of loosing the last thing in her life that she cared about. 

Still, it was hard not to feel a little bubble of irritation in your throat as you watched your “babysitter” wave to her as she climbed in her car. You didn’t need a babysitter, not at your age. And you especially didn’t need the gruff, surly man that had lived in the house across the street as your babysitter. You could take care of yourself, thank you very much.

And how come your mom didn’t trust you by yourself, but somehow trusted this Mr. Grumpypants that you had met a total of zero times. You had seen him once, when your mom’s car had broken down at her job and you had to go pick her up. 

You hadn’t minded, rolling up to the curb to see your mother animatedly talking to some blonde man with a stick shoved up his ass, his handsome face grimacing like he just sucked on a lemon dipped in hot sauce. Apparently she worked with him, the younger man a security guard for the complex her office was located in. You watched as his bored red eyes slid from your mother, over to you through the car window, his brow furrowing. The bored look had disappeared, and he regarded you with… curiosity? Contempt? It was hard to tell what emotion was hidden behind his eyes, underlaid so strongly with irritation and anger.

Mom had gushed about him all the way home, telling you details you didn’t really care about. His name was Bakugou Katsuki, he was single, 27, and wouldn’t you know - he lived right across the street!

Well, if she trusted him, you guess you should too. Didn’t mean you had to like it though.

And you didn’t, huffing as Bakugou closed the door and you turned back to your game, mashing buttons and sitting forward as you tried to beat this level.   It was ridiculous, your mom going over to his house a few days prior with a plate of cookies, asking the man if he wouldn’t mind coming and hanging out while she was away on some business trip. She had expressed her worry about leaving you - what if something happened while she was gone for a week? Someone could kidnap you and she wouldn’t even know until she got back!

Even when you politely reminded her that cell-phones existed, she was adamant; you were going to have someone big and strong stay in the house with you. It not only would keep potential burglars and thieves away, but it’d keep you safe, make sure you weren’t doing anything silly like staying up too late or eating too much junk food. It was embarrassing.

Some small part of you wanted to stomp your foot and whine at her, but that wouldn’t help you in trying to convince her that you were an adult. Once your mom convinced herself of something, nothing would be able to change her mind. Even when you pointed out that Bakugou was a strange man, she didn’t budge. 

“I see him everyday at work!” She had pointed out. “Plus, he’s a security guard sweetie - his literal job involves keeping people safe.”

Bakugou locked the door, before glancing your way. You felt his eyes on you, but you didn’t feel like acknowledging his presence, by gracing him with conversation or any sort of interaction. The man moved on after a second, walking behind you and into the kitchen. You heard him rustle in the cupboards, the clink of glasses, then the sound of water filling a cup.

Right - your mom had kindly showed him where everything was. She had guided him through each room showed him the guest room which she had made up for his stay, even walking him through the kitchen and showing him the contents of each cupboard. 

He came back into the living room with his backpack and cup full of water, settled himself down in one of the armchairs by the couch.  You didn’t spare him a glance as he pulled out his laptop, threw on some glasses, and settled himself in for… well, whatever he was doing. You were just glad that the two of you didn’t have to interact with each other.

You continued playing your game, occasionally getting frustrated enough to mumble under your breath at the TV as your character died yet again. This was going to be a long week.

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You were taking a gap year after graduating, relaxing before you threw yourself into college and working. Right now, your days were spent playing games, scrolling on your phone and laughing at memes, going to the pool for hours on end, the library, bike rides, hikes… lots of activities that kept your mind and body occupied. But this week? Bakugou threw off every plan you made.

It was the second day, and you had gotten up early to go swim and goof off at the community pool for a few hours. It was fun, you could tan a little, cool off, maybe see some cute boys your age. 

When you got out of the water you had two missed texts from Bakugou. 

Where are you

Tell me where the fuck you went

Instead of answering, you huffed, wrapping your towel around your waist. It took maybe fifteen minutes to walk home - you’d deal with your overprotective babysitter then.

He met you at the door, throwing it open before you could even touch the handle. His face was drawn tight in a scowl, the blonde crossing his arms as soon as you stepped inside and shut the door behind you.

“Your fucking phone die? Or are you just ignoring me?”

You shook your head, irritated with how big of a deal he was making out of this. You went to the pool all the time, you weren’t going to die. “I was at the pool, chill dude.”

“Oh, I thought you just popped out to go fucking parachuting!” He spat, uncrossing his arms to gesture at your body. “I can see that you went to the pool dipshit. Why didn’t you fucking tell me, huh? You normally run off on your mom without a damn word?”

You stared at him, curious to see if he would burst a blood vessel with how worked up he was getting. He didn’t seem like someone that knew what the word “relax” meant. Bakugou probably slept all angrily, arms crossed, lips pulled into a frown, eyebrows drawn low.

“Fucking hey, earth to idiot!” Fingers snapped in front of your face, and you recoiled, glaring up at the man in front of you. Before you could open your mouth, he huffed, rubbing a hand across his forehead. “Don’t fucking go anywhere unless you run it by me, understand? I don’t need you wandering into a fucking alley and getting stabbed or some shit.”

Snorting, you moved past him, not even bothering to answer. He was an asshole. Despite what your mother thought, you weren’t a child. You knew how to take care of yourself, you didn’t need some grumpy old guy bossing you around.  Said man was grinding his teeth as he watched you walk away, headed for your room. It probably annoyed the life out of him that you hadn’t answered, but he didn’t say anything. 

When you finished grabbing clothes for your shower, you came out of your room to see Bakugou leaning against the wall. 

“So you’re being a little spoiled princess, not even talking to me? That’s rich. You know I’m gonna be here for the next fucking week - you better make peace with that.”

“Dude, I don’t know what you want. I’m fine, I do this all the time. Just leave me be, and I’ll do the same for you.”

Bakugou grumbled something under his breath, but your skin was getting dry and tight from chlorine, so you ignored him as you slipped into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. You could hear his feet stomping away, and almost giggled at the sound. It almost seemed like he was the petulant child that needed a babysitter.

It didn’t take you long to rinse off, get all the chlorine and salt off your skin. Drying off, you quickly realized you forgot a bra when you had grabbed clothes - which was fine, you would just wrap up in your towel and waddle back to your room. Plus, the bathroom was directly opposite your room, and Bakugou wasn’t nearby, you could hear dishes rattling in the kitchen, so that wouldn’t be a problem. 

And it wasn’t, not until you were in your room, door closed, towel on the floor as you rifled through your dresser drawers for the bra you really liked.

“Hey princess, do you want-“

You only heard him as he opened the door, and by that time you were scrambling to snatch your towel up around your naked body. Bakugou choked on his words, face turning a flaming red before he slammed the door shut, giving you your privacy. 

Heart racing, you sat down on the floor, too embarrassed for words. That was awkward. 

“Why the fuck would you grab clothes, only to come back and change in your room!??!” Bakugou yelled from the other side of the door, a decidedly angry “thump” from where he banged his fist against the door.

“I forgot something, geez! Why didn’t you bother knocking?!?” You yelled back, your own face heating up.

“Holy fucking shit, just get some fucking clothes on, asshole. I’m makin’ pancakes and shit.”

Breakfast was an awkward affair, your gaze focused firmly on the perfectly cooked food on your plate. Bakugou was glaring at you between bites, obviously fuming. He was probably just as embarrassed as you were, but at least he wasn’t trying to make small talk.

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Bakugou doesn’t appreciate how much time you spend playing video games, and it’s only the third day. He’s grumbled about it several times already, but you aren’t hurting anybody, and there’s nothing else for you to do, so.

It seems like the only thing Bakugou is willing to do is sit nearby, glare at you condescendingly, and mutter under his breath about how you spend your time. When you decided to run to the store to get groceries (there was a surplus of food in the house - you just wanted some air and time away from your “babysitter”) Bakugou had suddenly appeared, moving in front of the door and sneering. 

“Are you trying to fuckin’ sneak off again? I won’t let that shit slide twice.”

You huffed, shrugging on your jacket. “Bakugou, I was going to the store. Contrary to what you think, I’m not eight years old, and I can take care of myself. My mom’s just a helicopter parent. You don’t even need to be here, honestly.”

The man scoffed, his face souring. “You’re literally a fucking child. Didn’t you just graduate highschool?”

Stepping closer to him, you squared your shoulders, eyebrows furrowing as you looked up at the blond. “Call me a child all you want - doesn’t change the fact I’m old enough to do stuff by myself. Now-“ you gestured to his body “-please move.”

“No.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “And why not? You can’t just lock me in the house until my mom comes back.”

Bakugou’s head cocked, red eyes burrowing into your head. He grinned. “Why the fuck not? I’m in charge here, I get to make the damn rules. I say your ass stays here, and it’s going to.”

Clenching your jaw, you huffed, spinning on your heel. You weren’t going to be able to talk the bull-headed man into leaving you to your own devices. There was nothing left to do except shuck off your shoes, admitting defeat. It was so irritating - you didn’t need anyone looking after you, you were an adult! You were more than capable of handling yourself! Why didn’t your mom trust you? Did she think that you were too stupid to keep yourself alive and safe?

You left Bakugou at the door, grabbing a soda from the kitchen before flopping onto the couch in front of TV.  

Sure, you could read a book, do a puzzle, browse social media. But right now, you were feeling particularly angry, violent. You wanted to achieve something, finish quests, accomplish tasks. So video games it was.

Of course, that meant Bakugou sauntering back into the living room, groaning as he saw you back in front of the TV. But if he wasn’t going to let you go out, then this is what you were going to spend your time doing. If he wanted to treat you like a child, then you were going to act like one. Show him how much of a brat you really could be.

You turn on your console, select the game you’re going to be playing for the next few hours, and settle further into the couch, making yourself comfortable.  Reaching down to the coffee table, you’re about to grab the soda you had brought in earlier, but Bakugou beat you to it.

“Hey!” You whined, watching the blond pop the tab, take a long, slow drag of the carbonated drink. He smacked his lips and cocked his head, smirking down at you. 

“You shouldn’t drink this sorta shit, ’s bad for you.”

“Why are you drinking it then?!!?”

Bakugou shrugged. “‘Cause I’m in charge here. I get to do whatever I fuckin’ want.”

Huffing, you gave up the argument, starting to push yourself off the couch. Bakugou was one of those people that got off on power trips, liked being the one to call the shots. The best course of action here would be to just ignore him and grab another soda.

“And where the fuck do you think you’re going? I didn’t say you could move.” The blond man was standing in front of you, making it impossible for you to stand. He was so irritating - you couldn’t wait for this week to be over.

“I’m going to get something to drink, since you decided to help yourself to my soda.”

He moved out of your way, clicking his tongue before flopping down into the armchair by the couch. You glared at him for as long as you could, until the kitchen wall hid his face from view. Ugh, he was such a jerk. At first he had seemed somewhat decent, but as he got more comfortable around you, the man was turning into a self-absorbed tyrant. 

Whatever, you were only going to have a stupid “babysitter” for a few more days.

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“Get off the damn game! Don’t make me haul your ass off that couch.” 

Bakugou threatened. He wasn’t very intimidating, standing there vigorously brushing his teeth like there was something wrong with them. The blond had already asked you two other times, and you had ignored him on both occasions. You were so close to leveling up, just a few more points.

If Bakugou wanted to go to bed when the sun was still up, he was more than welcome to do so. You however, had better things to do with your time.

You saw him stomp away out of the corner of your eye, apparently giving up on trying to tell you what to do in your own house. Good.

If anything, Bakugou should be grateful that all you were interested was playing video games and going to the pool. You could be out getting in trouble, doing drugs, rebelling against the system or something - but you were here, chilling and causing zero trouble. 

The sink in the bathroom ran, then clattering could be heard as Bakugou finished up his bedtime routine, putting his toothbrush away, washing his hands, yada yada.

He appeared back in the living room, arms crossed. His muscles bulged out like that, showcased by the sleeveless black tank top he was wearing. But you weren’t intimidated, it’s not like he was going to hit you or something.

“Alright, last chance. Turn the fucking game off, it’s your majesty’s bedtime now.” He sneered.

You ignored him.

“You seriously wanna do this princess?”

You stayed silent. Just a few more kills….

“Alright, you fuckin’ asked for it.”

The TV turned off, Bakugou yanking the cords out behind it.

“Dude, what the hell! I was so close to leveling up!!” You screeched, sitting up straight. Bakugou’s face was screwed into an angry frown, and he advanced towards you, walking with purpose. You were fuming, rising to your feet so you could get in his face, tell him off. He was acting like he was your dad or something, and he most definitely was not.

When the man got within an arm length of you, you immediately jabbed a finger into his chest, mouth opening to spit nasty words. Those words died when your hand was slapped harshly away, Bakugou still walking forward until he was crowding into your space. You tried to shrink back, but a rough hand latched onto the back of your neck, holding you still as Bakugou closed in on you, bringing your foreheads together.

“You are such a spoiled little princess. Think you can get away with shit, yeah? Never had a man in your life to put you in your goddamn place, that’s why, isn’t it?” 

You blanched, still trying to lean backwards, away from his overwhelming presence. It was kind of scary, how he was all up in your face, how his fingers gripped the back of your neck so tightly, how his face was so close to yours that you could feel his warm, minty breath.

“Bakugou, ple-“

“Nah, shut the fuck up. We’re past any point where you could’ve begged for forgiveness. I am so sick and tired of your bratty little attitude. You keep testing my patience, being a little shit, acting like you own the damn place. You’re gonna show me you’re fuckin’ sorry princess.”

A hand wrapped around your waist, another on your thigh, hefting you up with brute strength and slinging you over his shoulder in the blink of an eye. The swift movement made your head spin for a second, but you quickly adjusted.

“Woah, what the hell man? Put me down!” Bakugou ignored you, spinning on his heel and marching towards the guest bedroom. “Dude, put me down right now, this isn’t funny anymore. C’mon, put me down, I get it. You’re in charge, and I gotta listen. You can let me down now. Please?”

Your pleading went unheard, even as it got more and more desperate the closer to the guest bedroom he walked. When you passed through the doorway, you kicked at the mans stomach, tried to hit his back - you had a faint idea of where this was going, and it was nowhere good.

Without ceremony, you were thrown on the bed, the air getting knocked out of you with the impact, your head bouncing a few times on the mattress.  Bakugou turned, shutting and locking the door before he was back in front of you again, a vicious look on his face.

You scrambled backwards on the bed, holding out one hand as if to ward him off. “Okay, dude, wait, you don’t want to do this. Please don’t do this, you’re a good guy-“

“Shit, do you ever stop running your mouth? Calm the fuck down princess, I’m just gonna spank you ’till you cry, then we’ll be even.”

The idea was humiliating, embarrassing, degrading. But it was better than what you thought was about to happen. Bakugou grabbed your ankle, pulling you back towards him with a quick yank, sitting down beside you on the bed. The man patted his lap expectantly, before getting impatient with your hesitance and grabbing your hair, pulling you across his lap with a pained shriek from you.

“Now, here’s how this is gonna fucking go. You’re gonna sit there and take it, and you’ll be done once I say so. Now shut up.”

Without further ceremony, a broad hand slapped your ass, your shorts providing only the thinnest of barriers. You weren’t ready for the hit, so you lurched forward across the mans lap with a small cry. Another smack landed, and while you still weren’t ready, the sting wasn’t as jarring as the first slap.

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK SMACK SMACK

You tried to not whine, or cry, or make any noise, but it was hard. His hand was coming down with more force on each strike, and it /hurt/.  You could feel your skin throbbing underneath your shorts, red and tender, and you were ready to be done. 

Bakugou however, was not.

He kept going,

SMACK

Each hit harder than the last.

SMACK

You wanted to cry, trying to hold it in, just endure through the mortification of being spanked like a child.

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

You couldn’t take it anymore, bursting into tears, skin burning, blubbering for Bakugou to stop, please.

The spanking stopped. 

The two of you sat there, you sobbing, Bakugou rubbing the skin of your ass over your shorts. Somehow, that hurt just as much as the spanking did, so you reached a hand back blindly, trying to catch his wrist and push him away. As soon as you grabbed his wrist, Bakugou delivered another savage slap to your behind, making you immediately apologize and drop your hands, let him pet and stroke your ass at his leisure.  It hurt.

You don’t know how long you both stayed there, Bakugou further irritating the burning, raw skin of your butt, you sniffling and calming down from the full-bodied sobs that had wracked your form earlier.  It had been long enough that you barely flinched when Bakugou tentatively fingered the waistband of your shorts, twisting up the fabric, as if he were hesitant to go further, but obviously considering it. You didn’t flinched when a decision was seemingly made, and a hand started slowly pulling your shorts down.

You flinched when the fabric slid over a particularly sore welt on your ass.

“What are you doing??” You panicked, trying to rise up, move away. A hand between your shoulder blades held you down, Bakugou’s gruff voice telling you to stay still.

“I just wanna see how it looks, fuckin’ chill out princess.”

It’s not like you could argue, so off slid your shorts. You tried to protest again when you felt fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties, but another swift slap to your rear had you keening in pain, quickly falling silent. You could let him assess the damage, but that was it. If he tried to touch you further, you’d bite a chunk of his skin off, go find your phone and call the police. 

With your lower half bared to the room, you squirmed uncomfortably, immediately stilling when Bakugou’s hand smoothed over the abused skin of your ass. He seemed fascinated by the damage he had caused, and you were sure that there were welts, maybe even bruises already forming. Your skin burned, and not in a pleasant way. God, it was painful.

There was so much pain, your skin somehow felt numb and on fire at the same time. You almost didn’t notice Bakugou’s hand dropping to your thigh, slowly beginning to wiggle it’s way upward, headed towards the little pink slit nestled between your legs. 

When his hand made contact with your pussy, you flipped out.

Almost literally - you rocketed off the man’s lap so fast that you almost flipped over onto the ground, just barely catching yourself at the last second. 

And then you were standing in front of the man, lower half completely bared, him staring at the space between your thighs, before slowly dragging his eyes upward to find your own. 

You turned tail and ran for the door.

A problem with your aforementioned plan of calling the police, was forgetting that Bakugou was a security guard. His job was literally chasing people down, subduing them.

He had you pinned to the door in a matter of seconds, chuckling in your ear. 

“Damn, I really was just only gonna spank your ass raw. You look goddamn delicious though, and it seems like you just haven’t learned your fucking lesson.”

You were hauled backward, a hand pulling your hair, the other wrapped around your waist. For the second time that day, you were tossed onto the bed, but this time you barely stayed for a second, already trying to scramble off the other side.  But Bakugou was faster, his hand around your calf and dragging you back to him with an iron grip. 

A scream tore out of your throat, and you kicked at the man with all your strength as you got closer, catching him square in the jaw. His head snapped back, but his grip never loosened, keeping you stationary while you tried to wiggle away. 

His other hand came up to massage his jaw while he slowly rolled his head down to fix you with the most intense, hungry look you’d ever seen a human wear.

“Ohhh, shit. You don’t even know what you just did, do you princess?”

You gasped at his breathy laugh, the way his eyes seemed to light up. Within a second, he was on top of you, face inches away from your own. You could feel his dick, hard against your thigh.

“Wait, you don’t have to do this-think of the consequences! Please, I won’t tell anyone, just let me go, right now. You don’t want to do this Bakugou, please, it’s not gonna be good for either of us-“

He ignored your reasoning, instead focusing on ripping off your shirt, doing the same to your bra. You tried to stop him, hitting and punching, trying to sink your nails into his back, claw at his eyes. You even resorted to snapping your teeth at his nose when his face got too close, turning your head to sink your teeth into his forearm.

Bakugou just groaned throatily, his eyes fluttering shut. Immediately, you let go, not expecting that response. That was supposed to hurt, why wasn’t he yelling in pain? The man lifted his forearm, watching blood start to drip from where your blunt teeth had punctured his skin. He was breathing heavily, straddling your legs, hunched over you like a dog.

The next seconds were a blur, clothes coming off, his hands manhandling you onto your side, his deranged laughter and low, excited swearing filling your ears.

You found yourself on your side, Bakugou straddling one thigh, holding the other up with his arm. He was lining himself up with your opening, rough hand guiding his dick to nudge against your entrance. You screamed.

“Stop it! Stop it, please! You can’t do this! Oh god, stop, stop, stop, don’t-“

“I can do whatever the hell I want, princess.” The man spat, seemingly unaffected by the way you thrashed your body. You tried kicking the leg under him, but his weight anchored it firmly to the bed. You tried kicking the leg he was holding in the arm, but his tight grip just became painful, squeezing you into place. You tried to sit up, to reach out and grab him by the neck and squeeze, but the position you were in was impossible. He knew what he was doing.

You screamed again, a sound of pained, fearful anger crawling out of your throat. Bakugou just laughed.

“This wouldn’t be happening if you had just been good and listened to me. We could’ve gotten along.” He gathered the spit in his mouth, before crudely spitting onto his fingers. “I would’ve left you alone for now, I mean, I’m not a bad guy. “ Bakugou slapped his spit-slicked fingers down over your pussy, smearing his saliva along your folds, messily rubbing it in.

“I’m an upstanding citizen, I keep little crooks and stupid brats from running things their way, that’s all I’m doing.”

You yelled as a finger entered you, probing at your walls. “That hurts! Take it out, take it out! You’re disgusting, get off of me! Stop-!”

Bakugou kept talking, pointedly ignoring your panicked whining. 

“Yeah, I’ve seen you before, and you’ve got a nice little body. But it’s not like I was just gonna up and hold you down. Good thing you’ve been giving me reasons all week though, being an absolute spoiled-ass princess, you’re so fucking annoying.”

Another finger joined the first, roughly jamming into your cunt, your juices beginning to flow and smooth the way. It was so stupid that your body was responding to this.

“I woulda never touched you, no matter how much I fucking wanted to, if you had just been good. I guess it works for me that you’ve been shit, huh?”

The man laughed again, leaning down towards your face to smile at you in a jeer, adding another finger to your aching pussy. The stretch hurt, it was too soon, but it felt good nonetheless. It’d been a while since you’d last messed around with someone.

When his fingers retracted, you gasped, face quickly blushing red. Another glob of spit was ejected onto Bakugou’s hand, and he quickly slicked up his cock with his own saliva, hissing as he first touched it.

As he lined himself up, you tried begging one more time. “Bakugou, Bakugou, please. Please don’t, you don’t want to do this. You can’t! Just let me up, please? Oh god, please, just let me go, I won’t tell anyone.”

He shoved the entirety of his cock inside with one, jarring thrust.

You screamed, voice cracking in the middle. The stinging pain of your ass was forgotten in the face of the jabbing, spiky pain in your lower abdomen. Bakugou hissed, eyes closed in bliss.

“God, you’re fuckin’ tight. You a virgin?”

Tears in your eyes from the unexpected pain of being filled so suddenly, you shook your head no. Bakugou clicked his tongue.

“Ah, I kinda figured. Slut like you probably can’t go a few days without a cock stuffing your cunt.” A thought seemed to cross his mind, and Bakugou’s eyes opened, peering down at you inquisitively, a slight twinkle in his eye.

“Is that why you’ve been such a demanding little princess?” You shook your head no vehemently, the pain slowly fading the longer Bakugou remained still inside you. “Holy fuck, that’s why you’ve been like this all week! You just needed a cock!” The man laughed before reaching a hand down to pat your face condescendingly. “Don’t you worry princess,  I’ll give you what you need.”

No further words were spoken, despite how much you wanted to scream and yell and curse at the man above you. He immediately drew his cock back, before thrusting into you again, quickly finding a mind-numbing pace that didn’t allow you any time to think.

His thrusts were smooth, steady, fast - it was hard, no, impossible to stop yourself from moaning at how good everything was starting to feel, despite how much you didn’t want it to. It was even worse when Bakugou’s hand found it’s way to your clit, beginning to furiously rub the little button as he fucked you stupid.

“Yeah, you fuckin’ like that?”

You ignored him completely, turning your face against the covers of the guest bed. Bakugou just huffed, increasing his pace ever so slightly.

It wasn’t long before you were gasping, moaning on every other breath, trying to hold yourself back from begging the man to let you cum. You writhed underneath him, trying to arch your hips back to meet every one of his thrusts, ride the hand that was rubbing at your clit so nicely.

Your orgasm hit you out of nowhere. 

It fizzed in your stomach, pleasure racing through you so quickly that you lost your breath, muscles locking up. It felt so good, you couldn’t breath, couldn’t move. Bakugou fucked you through it, smirking down as you obviously rode out your orgasm, his finger falling away from your clit before you could get overstimulated. 

A few more thrusts, and Bakugou pulled out, quickly moving to straddle your chest as he quickly jerked himself off. His hand made the most lewd sound, squelching up and down his length that was drenched in your juices. 

You were so blissed out from your orgasm, you almost didn’t mind when cum started splattering over your face.

You did mind, however, when Bakugou tried to rub it into your skin after he finished.  A quick snap of your jaws towards his fingers made your point clear, and Bakugou backed off.

“We have plenty of time to work on you, seems like you still need to be put in your place by the man of the house. Spoiled little princess.”

——

When your mom got home, you barely kept yourself from sobbing in her arms as she hugged you. You wanted to tell her everything that had happened, what Bakugou had done to you - but that would just make her more paranoid, fearful.

She would lock you in the house and never let you leave. Plus it was embarrassing. “Hey mom, by the way, the babysitter you hired for me, your adult child, raped me after spanking me so hard I bruised, and I couldn’t stop him!” Wasn’t a sentence you wanted to utter. You were weak, and stupid.

Bakugou watched in the background, his backpack slung over his shoulder, ready to head across the street and back to his own house. Your mom kissed your hair, finally disentangling herself from your arms, moving to talk to the gruff blond. You stayed by the door, watching Bakugou with narrow eyes.

“We were fine - although, you were right in having someone come over. She’s irresponsible as hell, I don’t know what could’ve happened if I wasn’t here to stop her from doing stupid shit.”

Your mom threw you a disapproving glance, quickly turning to thank Bakugou for helping the two of you out. She pressed money into his hand, but he told her not to worry about it - he got to eat good food, sleep in a nice bed, and the wifi was better here than at his house. Your mom gave him a quick hug, and you watched his face sour, before he quickly moved away from her grasp.

“Just let me know if you ever need me to come hangout with her again - I think it’s good for her to have a strong male figure in her life. And my wifi sucks, so it’s a win-win for everyone.”

Except you.

Your mom clapped her hands together excitedly. “Oh, that’d be perfect! What a nice young man you are, I knew you were trustworthy.”

Your stomach soured. 

Bakugou said his goodbyes, obviously trying to get out of the house and away from your touchy mother as quickly as possible. Your mother thanked him again, welcoming him over “at any time!” To use the faster wifi, as long as he wouldn’t mind hanging out with you.

Bakugou gave a gruff laugh, brushing past you on his way out the door. He turned, looking at your mother, then at you.

“I’ll be here to help out, don’t you worry princess.”

You slammed the door in his face.

He was never stepping foot in your house again, not if you could help it.

[caretaker-au]

CHAPTER 10

Bright light spilled into Chara’s vision as the world manifested around them. Their body—heavy and fragile—struggled and dropped them to their knees.

As they fell forward Chara caught themselves with their hands. They stared out at their small, feeble fingers that were splayed on the lavender colored floor, each digit tipped with a dull, flat fingernail. Where were they? And what was that awful pounding sensation? They pulled a hand to their chest. That’s right. Their heart. No longer made from monster magic, Chara’s human flesh felt comparatively sluggish and dense. The body they were never supposed to return to. Chara crossed their arms and gripped themself tight. Fierce emotion flooded through their body: a touch of grief for their own death, relief for their survival, and most of all, rage.

“Asriel…” they breathed, their voice a shaking whisper, “How could you?”

After everything they had done, after all that they sacrificed for him, Asriel had betrayed them. Again. As he always had. It didn’t matter how hard Chara worked or how many timelines they chased, their wretched partner threw away everything they had to protect accursed humans. This time was the worst, however. Asriel’s betrayal ended in orchestrating a shared execution.

“You really hate me that much?” Chara’s voice was little more than a shaking growl. They wanted to scream, to declare that they wouldn’t allow it, that they would find someone else who would respect them and carry out their plan. But they didn’t believe it.

“Chara?”

A small voice broke through the fury. Chara looked up and saw them. A child hesitating in a stone doorway just ahead of them: Frisk.

The child’s expression relaxed into a smile, “I’m glad you’re okay.”

Anger flashed across Chara’s face. They pulled themselves to their feet, wavering slightly. They staggered towards Frisk with heavy steps, increasing their speed into a run. Frisk’s eyes widened for a moment before they scowled. The child braced themself and held out their arms, “Chara, stop!”

The caretaker grabbed Frisk by the collar and wrenched them up against the doorframe. The kid’s teeth chattered as their skull thudded against the stone behind them.

“Why?!” Chara barked, hatred seeping from their every pore, “You took everything from us! Our lives, our future, the salvation of all monsters!” Frisk turned their head away, clenching their eyes tight as Chara berated them. “Nothing was stopping you from leaving. So why?” Chara demanded, “Why did you return? To mock me? To torment me?”

“No…” Frisk answered quietly, “To save you.”

Their answer didn’t make any sense. Chara stared back, unable to even articulate a response. Instead, they slammed Frisk against the wall again. “Liar!” Chara cried out, “You expect me to believe that?”

“It’s the truth!” Frisk squirmed and pulled on Chara’s hands to no avail, “Escape isn’t worth anyone’s life. Not even yours, Chara!”

Chara’s fists clenched tighter around the slack of Frisk’s sweater. With a heave, they tossed the child to the side. Frisk splayed across the floor with a grunt.

“You are wrong,” Chara huffed, “And you… are a fool. Did you not learn the first time? I don’t care about your mercy.”

Frisk pulled themself to their feet. They straightened and returned Chara’s frenzied glare with a quiet gaze.

Chara continued, “I will not stop. This time I’ll take the souls, ignore you, and escape to the Surface. There, Asriel and I… we’ll…” Chara trailed off as Asriel’s face crossed their mind again. They sank to the floor, the air feeling heavier and heavier. “That traitor… he will never… he will never cooperate.”

The realization was like a knife twisting in their gut. Even with his betrayal, Asriel was always the most devoted. No one would be able to replace him. Despair crept into their heart as Chara realized they needed him more than Asriel needed them back. Chara had considered Frisk their greatest opponent, but it was Asriel who truly stood in their way.

Chara’s vision swam, so they turned their head away from Frisk, their hair falling in front of their face. Knowing the human was seeing them like this made their skin crawl, and they wished the ground would swallow them up. As Chara spoke, they held their breath to keep their voice from shaking. “Leave.”

Frisk hesitated, surely coming up with a response. Mockery? Pity? Chara wouldn’t bear it.

“Out of my sight! Now!” Chara shouted; their roar made the air tremble. Frisk didn’t wait to be told again. The sound of scuffling footsteps faded from earshot, and soon Chara was alone in the silence once more.

Finally, Chara let the tears fall from their eyes. They were disgusted with the way their breath hitched and sobbed no matter how much they tried to stifle it. Asriel did this to them. Asriel would have to pay.

Chara indulged in several minutes of sickening self pity before they finally wiped their face. Looking around, it took Chara a moment before they registered just where they were. They were deep within the Ruins, just outside the chamber Frisk had fallen into. But that didn’t make sense. From Chara’s experience, time could only be turned back to the most recently fixed point. Frisk should have been returned to just before their battle, perhaps in the jail. Instead, here they were, back to the moment they first met. Was Frisk not confined to the same limits of time travel?

Chara shook their head. They couldn't think about this now. Only one thing mattered: Asriel’s punishment. Drawing the will to stand, Chara pushed themselves upright to follow the child.

In one way or another, Frisk had made it past all the traps, through the house, and—presumably—out the exit. It was for the best; Chara couldn’t stand to cross paths with the child again. Inside the house, they paused to collect a large padlock they had stored in a table drawer. It was heavy and nearly the size of a text book with ornate designs engraved across it. The lock was imbued with abjuration magic, made specifically to lock the Ruins after Asriel was nearly killed by the human years ago. The lock would render any door unbreachable by human or monster, and Chara held the only key.

Chara carried the device with them into the basement, down the hall, and to the large exterior doors that lead to the snow draped forests beyond. The doors were slightly ajar, revealing a set of footprints that dotted the snow off into the distance.

Chara sighed, taking one last look at the snowy view, before pulling the doors shut. For decades, the lock had only been placed on the outside, removed only when Chara came through to patrol the ruins or escort monsters between Home and Snowdin. Today, for the first time, the doors would be locked from the inside with Chara within. They looped the padlock through the handles of the door, and when they snapped it into place, the doors shuddered and clamped together with a jolt. Chara traced a fingernail down the seam of the two doors. No one would be passing through without their permission.

Confronting Asriel directly was not an option. After all, any progress made with Asriel could be undone by Frisk. Not to mention they weren’t even sure what they could tell him. Asriel’s traitorous inclinations were buried deep into his core, waiting until Chara was at their most desperate to stab them in the back.

But there was one tactic that Frisk would be unable to interfere with. Silence. If Chara withdrew to the Ruins without a word, Asriel would surely blame himself for Chara’s sudden absence. Chara knew Asriel well: he’d beg for Chara’s return and apologize for things he didn’t do, all the while ignorant of his traitorous compulsions. Cruel, perhaps, but nothing was as cruel as what he had done in those erased timelines.

Chara checked their phone. They already had one message from Asriel inquiring as to when they’d return home. The caretaker marked it as read before slipping it back into their pocket.

---

As predicted, Asriel came to the door and stayed all night long. Knocking, calling, pleading-- Chara relished each pathetic attempt at reconciliation. He deserved to be confused, heartbroken, and alone, just as Chara was. Over the course of the day Chara received messages from Asgore, Toriel, and many other monsters. They all asked the same thing: Are you okay? Do you want to talk? We found this human named Frisk, do you know them? Even Muffet demanded an explanation. Chara would have to deal with her later.

Leaving everyone wondering and begging for answers was the only power Chara had left. Word was getting to the monsters in Home as well, evidenced by the additional messages piling up on their phone. Chara ignored them too. Eventually they would realize they were trapped on this side of the door as well, unwilling hostages in Chara’s scheme.

No matter. The monsters deserved to be trapped. Every one of them was just like Asriel: eager to please and sentimental to a fault. Chara had devoted their entire life to serving them and in return they never offered to help collect the souls that would free them. In fact, Chara had to resort to time travel to push them in the right direction for just an ounce of support. They all deserve to rot in this dark, claustrophobic hell.

---

“So you just let a human walk on by?” Muffet inquired in a sing-song voice, “That doesn’t seem much like the great caretaker at all!”

The two of them were sitting in her parlor, each on a lavish chair. A full tea set complete with baked goods sat on a low table between them, though Chara knew better than to partake in it. Spider legs stuck out of the scones like coarse hairs, and they couldn’t even imagine what the tea had been steeped with.

“Yes. Well.” Chara said, looking down at their lap, “There is not much I can do about it now.”

“Oh yes, I imagine the sweet thing is the new royal favorite, aren’t they?” Muffet’s fanged smile turned up in a mocking grin, “The queen has always had a soft spot for filthy little strays. You know that better than anyone, right, dearie?”

Chara bit back a retort. With time no longer under their control, they had to be careful while inside of her lair. It had been a week since they sealed the Ruins, and Muffet was the only person they had spoken to since. The crime lord wasn’t their first choice of confidant, of course, but she had been insisting on meeting and they knew better than to reject her invitation.

“I suppose so,” they responded softly.

Muffet giggled to herself, then suddenly reached for the plate of cookies between them. It was only after she grabbed a couple treats that Chara realized they had flinched when she moved. They tried to relax but the attempt only made them more tense.

“So, is that why you locked the exit? Had a bit of a falling out with the in-laws?”

“Something like that.” Chara frowned, “I’d rather not talk about it.”

“Oh of course, a lady like me wouldn’t dream of indulging in distasteful gossip! Instead, I have a business proposition~”

Chara straightened. In their current circumstance, they didn’t have much in the way of influence or leverage.

“How can I be of service?” they asked.

“I want to relocate,” Muffet paused to bite into one of her cookies. It sounded... crunchy. “You see, the Ruins are awfully drafty, and the cold isn’t good for my constitution. I was thinking about moving in the next year or so, but now that you’ve so... graciously sealed us all in here, I predict the traffic in my shop will be slowing down considerably.”

“Understood.” Chara nodded, “I will make an exception for you and open the d—”

“I wasn’t finished, Chara.” Muffet said, her voice lowering. There was a tense pause before she smiled again, “I want a limousine~”

“A—A what?” Chara asked, incredulous.

“A heated limousine that will chauffer my employees and I all the way to Hotland,” she gestured to the spiders that skittered between the tea cups, “A necessary luxury to ensure we make it safely through the biting cold of Snowdin. Should be a simple task for a monarch, correct?”

“Of course. Leave it to me.” Chara smiled, “Is that all?”

“Not much for business, are you, Chara?” Muffet smirked, “This is where you negotiate the terms of the agreement~”

“No need. I am happy to do this as a gesture of goodwill.” Chara outstretched their hand—it wasn’t trembling anymore, thankfully—and Muffet gave it a dainty shake.

Once Chara was safely out of Muffet’s lair, they heaved a sigh of relief. Somehow they had managed to leave in one piece despite Muffet’s attempts to bait them. Now they just had to figure out how to serve her outrageous demands. Chara fished their phone out of their pocket, dismissed several dozen missed calls and text notifications, and opened their address book. They were going to need to call in some discreet favors.

---

One month had passed since they sealed the Ruins. It wasn’t easy, but Chara managed to arrange for Muffet’s departure without alerting the Dreemurrs. Eventually, the royals found out the Ruins door had been briefly opened which led to a fresh barrage of calls, messages, and knocking on the resealed door, all of which Chara ignored, of course.

Chara walked the streets of Home late at night, the crystals in the ceiling sparkling above. They could feel the eyes of the monsters on them, but after weeks of Chara ignoring and scowling in return, the monsters had given up on approaching them. Wordlessly, they did their weekly shopping at the local market. As a member of the royal family, Chara had never needed to pay for any necessities, and it seemed the benefits even extended here. It was only fair compensation, of course. After all, Chara was still serving the undeserving monsters by patrolling the Ruins every day for human threats.

---

“Ugh, really?” Chara muttered. They were nearly done with their patrol, having reached the large trap of spikes that was circled with a moat. Chara pushed down on the edge of the spike panel’s pressure plate with their foot, but the spikes failed to retract completely, the deadly points standing out by a few inches. It wasn’t a good sign: the springs inside were starting to give out. And if the springs snapped while Chara was standing above it…

Chara shuddered. They had witnessed that messy result and they didn’t care to experience it first hand. Typically, Chara would order replacement parts and perform maintenance themself, but the machinist that created the pieces was in New Home. Unsealing the door again was out of the question.

“Of course this would happen now,” Chara grumbled. They moved their foot off the plate and the spikes shot back into place. How many more compressions would it tolerate before it broke? Before Frisk came to the Underground, Chara could risk it and undo any unpleasant accidents, but if the past five months were any indication, Frisk was not nearly as eager to manipulate time. In fact, time had been rolled back only two times since Chara let the child go.

It was inconceivable. How could Frisk resist the urge to erase the inevitable little mistakes that ruined every day? Embarrassing moments, broken tea cups, scraped knees… all could be fixed in an instant with the right application of their power. To have such power and yet choose to carry the weight of their failures—it defied reason.

More importantly, if Chara suffered a tragic accident while isolated here, no one would come to their rescue… whether through time manipulation or otherwise.

“Unfortunate.” Chara said to themself with a resigned sigh, “I will have to dismantle them. All of them.” They turned around and headed back home. While they didn’t have access to their machinist anymore, they did have a few hand tools and plenty of time.

---

Eight months had passed since Chara had let Frisk go. As they walked the path of the now defanged Ruins, they revised and repeated their old plan over and over. If they could just get one more soul to replace Frisk, they would have the seven required to break the barrier and purify the Surface. The only thing missing, of course, was a willing monster to absorb them.

They reached the end of their patrol: the entrance to the Underground for lost, unlucky humans. The chamber was empty, as it had been every day since Frisk fell in. Chara walked into the center of the room and stared up into the vacant darkness looming above. One hundred years had passed on the Surface and only eight humans had fallen in that time. How long would it take for another to arrive? Ten years? Thirty? Without the help of their powers Chara could very well die before seeing the next human soul.

Chara turned to leave, but did a double take as they glimpsed a glimmer of gold on the ground. They kneeled and pushed the grass aside to reveal a small yellow bud, barely beginning to open.

“It cannot be…” Chara breathed, “A Golden Flower?”

Golden Flowers were common on the Surface, but had no presence in the Underground. Chara was so sure of this that they had incorporated them into their original plan over 20 years ago. By requesting to see the wild flowers on their deathbed, Chara could ensure Asriel would cross the barrier with their corpse in tow.

Or at least, that was what should have happened.

Chara clenched their teeth at the bitter memory. It was the first of many perfect plans ruined by Asriel’s cowardice. The caretaker grasped the plant and ripped it out of the ground by the root.

Immediately, Chara felt a pang of regret. They stared down at the pathetic thing. Their favorite flower, somehow growing in this dark, sunless prison. When had it taken root? Did some seeds blow in from the Surface? Or were they brought in by a... passenger?

Chara shook their head. Regardless of how it was introduced to the Underground, it was now a part of the Ruins—their Ruins. It didn’t deserve to suffer for Asriel’s mistakes. Reflexively, Chara attempted to turn back time, but nothing happened.

With a sigh, they returned the flower to where it was and buried its roots back into the soil. The stem was bent and it wouldn’t stay upright, but weeds were resilient. With a little help, it might still make it.

---

Chara hesitated before their latest masterpiece, knife in hand. Resting on a serving plate was a beautiful, hand crafted chocolate ganache cake. Strawberries perched on top of the silky dark topping, and the intoxicating aroma filled the house. Somehow, even without their powers, it had turned out almost too perfect to eat.

Emphasis on "almost". Carefully, Chara slid the knife through the decadent construction and placed a slice on their plate. They paused to admire the moist cross section before sliding a fork through the end and taking a bite.

Absolute bliss.

"Not bad for a humble birthday cake," Chara said to themself. They were thirty-seven today. Chara looked across the dining table into the empty living room. The only sound was the fire crackling in the hearth, emitting heat for a one person abode. They wished this house wasn’t nearly identical to the one in New Home; the similarities made it too easy to imagine Toriel in her chair, Asgore in the kitchen, and Asriel leaning on the table with his elbows, big goofy grin on his face. The Dreemurrs loved birthdays, always spending weeks preparing for a large and lavish party.

This was the first birthday they had spent alone since they were thirteen. They had forgotten how miserable it could be.

Chara checked their phone. They had over one hundred notifications that had come in just today. They scrolled through to find the only contact that mattered: Asriel.

“Happy birthday, Chara!!” the message read, “Mom and Dad and I are thinking about you lots! We even got you a gift, so I hope we can give it to you one day! Wherever you are, take good care of yourself, okay?” A line of party and heart related emojis followed.

Chara read the message over and over. Asriel’s texts would always fill them with disgust and hatred, but not today. Instead Chara just felt… lonely. It was a pathetic, shameful feeling, but a true feeling nonetheless. Despite all the ways Asriel had disrespected them, Chara couldn’t hide from the fact that they missed him.

The caretaker allowed themself to vocalize a thought they had been pushing out of their mind for months. “Maybe…” Chara spoke, their soft voice breaking the quiet, “Maybe it is time to go home.”

They sighed, resigning themself. The eternal silent treatment was never a realistic plan, and while Asriel was the intended subject of the punishment, it was unpleasant to Chara, too. Scrolling up through his messages, Asriel had sent hundreds upon hundreds over the past year begging them to “just talk”. All had gone unanswered. The confusion and desperation in those messages were clear; he was perfectly primed for a reconciliation.

But Chara wanted more than reconciliation. More important than companionship was freedom. Freedom not just for undeserving monsters, but most importantly, freedom for themself.

“There is still a way,” Chara muttered to themself, “I simply… pushed Asriel too quickly. Asriel always responded better to a softer approach.” Chara stood, pacing.

“We will delay soul fusion until the end of my natural life. Nothing barbaric or tragic. My dying wish will be to live on within him. He cannot turn down my final request.”

Chara nodded, they could see it now. After a few decades, Chara would peacefully pass from their old, frail body into Asriel’s strong, youthful one, a benefit of his species’ long life span.

“Then we gather the rest of the souls. But not right away. Asriel will need some time to adjust to sharing a vessel with me. But he will with time. Perhaps even the child can be convinced to willingly donate their soul to the cause.” Even though Frisk wouldn’t be a child anymore, it was hard to imagine Frisk as anything but a meddling brat. Honestly, they’d probably still be a brat in thirty years.

“If not, that is... fine. The child can be suffered to live.” The decision was a reluctant one, but giving mercy to such an undeserving creature gave Chara a pleasant feeling of self-righteousness. After all, it didn’t really matter if Frisk lived or died. The important thing was purifying the Surface and breaking the barrier. One human would not make a difference.

“Yes. This will work.” A smile crept onto Chara’s face and their heart thrummed with excitement. They would return to Asriel, who would embrace them with utmost relief and joy. After all, absence makes the heart grow fonder, and Asriel had shown no signs of giving up on them.

Chara would enjoy a long life in the company of their loved ones until the day they would embrace their prophesied purpose as the Underground’s savior.

It would require patience, but their splendid utopia was once again within reach. They began planning their grand return.

chapter 10 // end

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[bangtangalicious]

cancelled (1) | myg, jjk

summary: you cheated on your boyfriend, one of the most sought after boys on campus, with the nerd from the back of the lecture hall. that’s not the whole story, but only you know that. now a video has leaked across and everyone is turning against you for hurting such a perfect s/o.

pairing: yoongi x reader, jungkook x reader

wordcount: 3k

genre: yandere!yoongi and nerd!jungkook exyandere!jungkook

established-relationship!au college!au cheating!au

warnings: reader discretion is advised. cheating, mentions of past dubcon activity, yandere behavior, guilt, slight oral (f and m receiving), reverse cowgirl, soft smut in a not so soft situation, manipulation, jungkook calls you his pretty baby, sexual harassment, yoongi is lowkey a creep in this, prostitution i guess but like...its not how you'd think, mentions of rape fantasy but it doesnt happen

twoshot: part 1 | part 2 | masterlist

They say that you let a good thing be. Don’t bite the hand that feeds you. Well in your almost perfect life, that hand was Min Yoongi. Your boyfriend of 2 years now. You met through family, he was an heir, and you were the daughter of a wealthy associate. He used to spend his spring breaks with your family back in high school. You recall fondly how he sneak out, begging you to cover for him, end up passed out drunk in some alley and calling you, scared for his life.

You saw the way he grew—no, blossomed into the amazing man he is. You both got accepted to the same prestigious university program, and it is here your love story truly began. Straight out of a movie, Yoongi did not realize how much he adored you until he saw you grinding your ass up on some random guy at a frat party. A few months of drama gave way to pure happiness.

Yoongi made quite a name for himself on campus. He was incredibly charming, was impressive in his studies, and was always around for a good time. He treated everyone with respect and had no enemies. You felt proud to be his girlfriend, by his side as he made his mark.

And he was so so good to you. While your start may have been driven by jealousy and rage, he made up for it entirely by taking you on weekend getaways, loving you sweetly, holding you while you cry and buying you food. You two were freakishly domestic, and you loved it. You were ready for the ring whenever he was. So blessed that you could wake up every morning in a pair of arms that held you like you were their whole world.

Unfortunately, paradise tends to be a destination never quite reached. You sat, curled up into your knees, trembling as you watched cruel comments pop up on a video.

ungrateful whore.

Yoongi deserves so much better

#y/nisoverparty

why would you even want to cheat on a catch like yoongi? jfc

You didn’t know what bothered you the most. Was it the comments? Was it your fucked out face in the video? You moans that clearly indicated pleasure? Was it the fact that you hurt a man you loved? Or was it the fact that he was still there, sitting right next to you and kissing your damp cheeks every time he saw a tear, mumbling into your neck that it was okay, that he wasn’t mad. Did you deserve someone so perfect?

“Aw baby” He coos at you, stroking your hair as your sobs got louder. You fell into his embrace, unsure of what to think or do. “Ssh…I’m not mad baby. It’s my fault I wasn’t there”

You didn’t know how true his words were. You didn’t know just how at fault he was.

Yoongi had been doing his work in your shared apartment in his private study which even you weren’t allowed to enter. The security footage of your lecture played on his monitor, but he was barely paying attention. He kept an eye on you, but it was getting unnecessary. You had been together for so long, he could trust you now. He sighed and zoomed into where you sat, whispering something to the person seated next to you. They giggled and slid their hand onto your thigh. Yoongi simply watched, a smirk playing on his lips. The whole campus knew you were his. No one would dare make a move on you. He made sure of it. It was the whole reason he made your relationship so visible. He had people’s respect, and so they would respect that you belonged to him.

The hand trailed up your thin yoga pants, cupping your core. You slapped the hand away and Yoongi grinned wider. He liked to test you every now and then.

Yoongi wired money to that man’s bank account through his phone. Now all you had to do was tell him what happened. There was no room for secrets between you two.

“I’m home babe” He heard you walk in. He popped a Xanax and gulped down a glass of water. He smiled at you sweetly, taking your bag and setting it down before attacking your neck with soft, breathless kisses.

“How was your day?” He asked quietly, “Anything interesting happen?”

“Nah. Pretty uneventful” He raised his eyebrows.

“Oh. Nothing at all?”

“Well” Yoongi’s eyes perked. Tell me someone harassed you baby. Just tell me. “I did try this amazing latte at the cafe in the Literature building.”

Why were you lying to him? Yoongi tilted his head. It wasn’t that big of a deal, it just made him wonder what else you hid from him. The little things. The little things that pile up.

Yoongi realized it had gone too far when he heard you gossiping with a few of your girl friends in the hallway of the Science Institute. “I just can’t believe he won’t fuck you. Doesn’t he know how many people would if they had a chance?”

“He seems so perfect but it’s almost like he’s just lacking the one key thing. Dick” They giggled. You rolled your eyes. You had confessed that you really did want to have sex. Yoongi wanted to save himself for marriage, but it was getting hard for you. When you brought this up with Yoongi he shut you down immediately.

“Baby” He fingered the purity ring on his pinky finger, “You know I can’t”

You had been frequently meeting with someone from one of your lab classes, a certain Jeon Jungkook. Yoongi didn’t love this, but he was acquainted with Jungkook, and knew that he likely was not a threat. The boy was not your type at all—his clunky glasses and sweater vests and his hair long and swept back, unlike Yoongi’s fresh blonde cut. Sometimes you wouldn’t tell him that you were with Jungkook, but he still knew. Nothing happened. But he still got irritated.

Unfortunately it was impossible to truly watch you all the time. After all, Yoongi was a social guy and had to make appearances frequently. He often wondered if you knew he watched you, so you waited to run off fuck yourself on Jungkook when he wasn't looking. He bit his lip until blood came out, raging at the prospect.

He wasn’t entirely wrong about you though. You did always feel pressure of behaving in a way that reflected well on him. So when everyone was looking at Yoongi, you were able to slouch your shoulders and relax. You would go to Jungkook’s house for a drink, with no ulterior motive on either of your end. You loved Yoongi. Jungkook respected him, and you. There was no issue.

So when Yoongi showed up at Jungkook’s doorstep a week later with a bag full of cash asking him to fuck his girlfriend, he was disgusted at first.

“E…excuse me?” He stammered, blushing. Yoongi squinted at him.

“Have sex with y/n the next time she is over.” He put on a show, “I just feel bad I cannot give her what she desires. I don’t want to deprive her of anything. I know she is fond of you so if you wouldn’t mind…she is very beautiful I can tell you that”

“I…that’s not…do you realize how insane this is?”

Yoongi shrugged, “It’s twenty-thousand dollars to fuck a pretty girl. What’s so bad?”

“Does she want this? D…do you have her consent to be asking me this?”

“Of course.” He chuckled giving a charming smile, “In fact, she has a bit of a fantasy that I was hoping you could indulge. I am not sure if she will go through with it but, she might try to resist at first, but really she wants to be used like a whore. She will love it, really.”

Jungkook gave him a skeptical look. “What the fuck? You want me to indulge your girlfriend’s rape fantasy? I’m not a fucking sadist”

“It’s not a rape fantasy. She just likes to struggle a bit but then she will get into it. She will want it”

“I can’t believe I am even entertaining this conversation, you need to leave”

“Forty-thousand.”

“Fuck off Yoongi. First of all, I am not even into y/n…” He paused.

“Oh please, she’s the finest thing in miles of here, you just haven’t considered her as available. That’s how I know I can trust you to do this for me.”

Jungkook gulped. That’s not quite it. He thought to himself. But the thought passed when Yoongi took off his watch and handed it to him.

“This is worth half a million dollars. Are we good?”

Jungkook just gaped at him.

“You have had sex before right?”

Oh yes he had. Once. He nodded slowly.

“Okay good. Please show her a good time and keep this between us”

“She knows right? She knows you’re asking me to do this?”

Yoongi grinned and pat Jungkook’s shoulder, “Oh baby boy, she’s the one who suggested it”

Jungkook found that a bit hard to believe.

What Yoongi didn’t know was that Jungkook already has had sex. With you. You didn’t know it was him, and it was long before you began dating Yoongi.

Jungkook had been obsessed with you as a high schooler, your pictures collaging the back of his bathroom door, a variety of your things—forgotten hoodies, dropped pens— messily shoved into the drawer of his desk.

It was an innocent phase at first. You were just so pretty. He couldn’t help the way his blood would rush between his legs every time you would glance in his general direction. He couldn’t help watching the way you outgrew your uniform skirt, almost breaking down in tears when you replaced it with a larger size. He would sneak out of class when you had PE to watch you run, and the way your breasts bounced in the tight top you wore.

You didn’t know him. Why would you? He was no way near your league. He worked extremely hard, dreaming to get into the same university as you on a full ride because his family could never afford it.

Jungkook would normally follow you home, obviously he just wanted to make sure you reached safe. You had been crying the entire walk home. Jungkook had to gather every ounce of self restraint not to go hug you and kiss you until you smiled again. He hated seeing you cry, and it made him want to die.

He was worried about you. You entered your beautiful home, but no one was there. What if you tried to harm yourself? Who would protect you?

He had snuck in through the back.

If anyone had been around, they may have heard a scream. But more likely the would have heard the cries of pleasure that followed.

That evening you told Yoongi you were going to work on stuff with Jungkook. You dressed modestly, not bothering to freshen up much. He watched through his cameras as you arrived into Jungkook’s tiny apartment. So much smaller than his, probably in more ways than one, he clicked his tongue in amusement.

“Hey Jungkook!” You hugged him lightly. He looked extremely uncomfortable which made Yoongi all the more amused.

Two people fucking who both don’t want to. What do you call that? Yoongi chuckled darkly.

“Listen y/n…I know that…I know I agreed but I just wanna make sure…” Jungkook could barely look you in the eye. As destiny would have it, you chose that moment to pull your hoodie off, giving Jungkook a flash of the underside of your breasts. He gulped. “You really don’t remember me do you…”

“What do you mean?” You were so confused. Jungkook licked his lips and crawled over where you were sitting on his couch, causing you to lay on your back. “What…hey what the fuck are you doing?”

He didn’t like your tone. It awoke a protective instinct in him. He stroked your hair and gazed deeply into your eyes. “How long has it been since you’ve had sex?”

You blushed furiously, face heating up dangerously fast at the sudden question. You shifted your neck away from him uncomfortably. “Um…I guess…3, maybe 4 years?”

“Tsk, poor girl.” He cooed, his finger grazed your cheek, “Alright, I’ll play along. You can let me know if you want me to stop okay?” He lowered himself enough to let his lips trace travel down the veins on your neck. He inhaled you, memories of innocent years coming back to him in floods.

You were frozen. His body radiated heat, his scent was giving you a high you couldn’t quite explain. You shouldn’t feel this way. You had sweet sweet Yoongi waiting for you at home. Sweet Yoongi who loved you, and was saving himself for you like the pure angel he is.

You looked up at the soft dark eyes of the man above you now. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of deja vu.

“Jungkook” You exhaled as his lips began kissing over your shirt, down the valley of your breasts, lifting your shirt so he could kiss your stomach. “I…I have a boyfriend”

“You’re really committed to this huh?” He chuckled, taking some of his fingers and slowly circling under the waistline of your shorts. You blinked a few times to try to react to what was happening but your body was overwhelmed. It had been so long since you were touched like this.

“Please” You said loudly, so loudly that Jungkook barely hears the “don’t do this” that followed in a whisper.

Jungkook thought back to the night you took his virginity. It hadn’t been on his agenda, he was content following you around and jacking off to your social media accounts every night. That night had changed him. He had realized then that he was messed up. He realized he needed help and he sought it out. A few years of therapy had done him good. He felt guilty about it for a while, but eventually had to grow and move on. He would never act like that again.

But here he was.

And there you were. Below him again. Begging for him through your actions and pushing him away with your words.

Emotions overwhelmed you. Your heart wrenched at the bitter guilt that you were doing the unthinkable. They very thing that you would condemn about other couples. How could you? How could you cheat? But your body was whimpering.

“I have a boyfriend. He’s so good to me. He’s so amazing, and I…I love” You let out a sob as he allowed his hips to roll into you, giving you friction you had craved for so long, “Jungkook…please” You knew he was reading between the lines. You knew he heard your consent, and that disgusted you.

“Mmm I know baby. I know you love him” Jungkook sighed as he pulled down your shorts, “Tell me about him baby. Tell me how much you love him” He began kissing your thighs, burying his face into your cunt.

“He’s so—ahhh” Jungkook took his tongue and pushed aside your underwear to lick a long stripe between your legs. “So good. So fucking…mmmmhhh” You squealed as Jungkook shoved his tongue inside you. The sensation was heavy in your core, but the sensation drove you wild. He flicked his tongue around, almost too easily being able to find all the right places to make you twitch and moan his name.

“Do you want my cock pretty baby? Hmm?” He whispered teasingly, his voice muffling against you as he continued to eat you out. You yelped as he sucked on your clit and nodded your head dumbly. “My little girl so desperate for cock she’d cheat on her boyfriend hm?” He came up for air, your juices messily spread across his lips, his eyes shot with lust.

“Don’t…don’t say that” You whined. Jungkook nodded before pulling off his sweater. You traced his muscles with your fingers, so defined and beautifully tan as he shrugged off his jeans. He took his glasses off and folded them carefully but you grabbed his hand.

“Keep them on…your glasses…” Jungkook’s eyes widened in amusement.

“Why” He teased.

“I like them. I like them a lot. You remind me of someone I used to like” Jungkook’s blood ran cold.

Did you remember?

Did you remember the way he had pinned you up against your kitchen wall back then? The way he left hickies all over your body, marking you as his. The way he had entered you for the first time, with you sprawled out across your dining table, then again on the counter tops, then again from behind pressed up against the window.

Did you remember how many times you both came? It was like a sex fest of hours and hours. In your mouth, on your face, on your tits and buried deep in your cunt, the condom barely surviving the pressure of his seed.

Did you remember the way you cried after in his arms, unable to walk? The way he held you and kissed you softly, apologizing.

Did you remember how he had given you pills so you would forget, hoping that you wouldn’t be sad any longer?

Jungkook had been too lost in thought to notice that you had pulled your own shirt off, leaving you in a sports bra, pulling his neck down so you could kiss him.

“Jungkook” You gasped as he finally regained consciousness and dragged his fingers across your pussy.

“Will you ride me baby?” His eyes twinkled in his request and you were more than happy to indulge him. Jungkook switched positions with you. You reverse cowgirled him, unknowingly, the perfect position for Yoongi to see all of you as you fucked yourself silly onto Jungkook’s cock.

You lowered yourself down on him slowly, savoring the stretch that you had almost forgotten you could ever feel. Your fingers could never give you a sensation quite like this. Jungkook shut his eyes and tried to savor the feeling.

“Pretty…pretty baby” He cooed, sitting up so he could nibble your shoulder and hold your hips as he bounced you slowly on his cock.

“Tell me something” He exhaled, feeling himself slowly approaching his orgasm, the feeling of your soft, warm walls around him too much to bear, “Did you want this because of me…or did you just need cock?”

You continued thrusting yourself back into him, the firm hold of his hands on you giving you an arousing sense of comfort. You wiggled your ass, liking the way he would grunt when you did.

“Did you want me baby? Did you do this for me?”

You cried out suddenly, feeling a long awaited orgasm overwhelming your senses. Jungkook’s grip on you tightened as he tried to keep fucking you through it, your body going limp, twitching erraticly.

“So pretty…my sweet sweet girl” He turned your head to kiss your lips, slipping his tongue in and relishing in the love you poured in through your actions. He caressed your breasts and continued to thrust up into you.

“Come inside me” You exhaled softly.

“No y/n…that wouldn’t be right” Jungkook was reminded of the eerily intimidating presence of the man who was paying him to do this. He slowly brought his thrusts to a halt before helping you up off of him, his cock still painfully erect. “I can finish myself”

You pouted, watching him drill his graze into your naked presence, violently stroking his cock. He licked his lips shamelessly.

“I don’t love you anymore y/n” He whispered too softly for you to hear, “I’m over you. I’m over this. This doesn’t mean anything—AAAAhhh” Your mouth was on his cock and that was all it took for him to come harder than he ever had.

He took you into his arms, wrapping them around you and kissing your face over and over again, caressing your hips and trying to relax your muscles so you wouldn’t be sore.

You reached for your phone as Jungkook began to fill the silence.

“Yoongi seems really great. He clearly cares about you a lot. I’m really happy for you, genuinely” He says softly, “I’m honestly really impressed he let this happen”

But you didn’t hear him, all you could hear was your heart drumming loudly in your ears as you saw the stream of notifications on your phone. Your heart dropping like a bomb when you saw the single message you dreaded more than anything.

yoongi: what’s this? <link>

And linked was a live stream of the events that had just transpired.

masterlist                                                       next----->

A/N: im just cackling at #y/nisoverparty HAHA um stream film out! woohoo

[onceuponabarnes]

Focus, Sir

summary \\ ceo!bucky and assistant!reader confront their feelings after a late night in the office together

word count \\ 1.4k

warnings \\ possible age gap relationship hinted (not mentioned, though), boss/employee relationship

this was written as part of @celestialbarnes​‘s 4k writing challenge, using the prompts ceo!bucky and “stop biting your lip, i can’t focus at all” “make me” which have been put in bold :)

Being James Barnes’ assistant wasn’t exactly the typical job you thought you’d be accepting. You thought you’d be making appointments and posting letters and collecting dry cleaning, not poring over his diary by soft lamp light in the early hours of the morning with your faces only inches apart.

“You can’t make that appointment,” you said, pushing the post-it note towards him. “You’ve already got a meeting with Steve about the last quarter and those usually run on for over 2 hours,” you told him.

Bucky let out a heavy sigh, dropping his weight back into his chair. “God, what would I do without you, doll?” he asked dramatically.

“I don’t know, sir,” you chuckled, your attention turning back to the papers in front of you, pen pulled between your teeth.

“I can’t keep you here all night, doll. Go home,” Bucky urged after glancing at the clock, seeing it tick closer and closer to 2am.

“With all due respect, sir, I’d be going home to an empty apartment and a load of laundry to do whilst I wait for take out to arrive. This seems like a much better use of my time,” you told him sweetly.

Bucky looked at you skeptically, eyes squinting slightly before finally letting out another heavy sigh. “Whatever you say, love. And please, for the love of God, I’ve told you it’s Bucky or James,” he said with a soft smile. “Sir makes me feel ancient.”

“My apologies, Bucky.”

“I do like your idea of take out, though. Have you ever tried that 24 hour chinese place down the street? They do amazing chow mein!” he enthused, already reaching into his desk drawer to pull a menu out and thrust it in your direction.

“I haven’t, but I trust you not to give me food poisoning,” you chuckled, accepting the menu and opening it out over the clutter in front of you.

An hour later, you’d moved to the seating area in the corner of Bucky’s office, overlooking Brooklyn from 50 stories up. Your feet were pulled up on the couch next to you, shoes discarded by the desk what seemed like hours ago. “You were right,” you told Bucky, tapping your chopsticks together in the direction of the food you were eating.

You seemed to have broken him out of some sort of daze, earning a small jolt and a soft hum in reply. “About the food. Very nice,” you said softly.

“I know the best spots in Brooklyn for everything, doll,” Bucky grinned, voice effortlessly smooth even as it fast approached dawn and neither of you had slept since the previous morning.

“You might have to show me one day,” you grinned before your eyes widened. “Oh, god! I didn’t mean it like that! Not that I wouldn’t like that but- Oh, Jesus. I’m so sor-”

“It’s okay, doll,” Bucky chuckled, finally putting you out of your flustered misery. “I’d love to show you around,” he added, voice just as soft as the gentle blush rising over his ears. “If you’d want to, I mean.”

Before you even got a chance to reply, to accept his offer, his office phone started ringing. His eyes darted to the clock before he let out a long groan. “That’ll be Stevie in London. I swear he doesn’t realise that time zones are a real thing.”

You hid your giggle in your next mouthful of noodles as Bucky traipsed over to the desk. “Steven, it is 3am. If what you have to say isn’t life-alteringly urgent, I would like to get back to having chinese with my lovely assistant,” he quipped.

You couldn't hear what was being said, but if your knowledge of Steve and Bucky’s eye roll were anything to go off of, Steve was apologising for not realising that 8am in London meant 3am in Brooklyn and that he’d ring Bucky back at a better time. “It’s fine, Stevie. Just send me it all in an email and we can discuss it later on, yeah?”

As the two of you scraped the scraps out of your take-out tubs, Bucky looked to the clock again. “I’ll walk you out once we’re done here. And if I see you back in this office before noon, I will fire you,” he told you, already reaching to grab the plastic bag that the food came in.

“No you wouldn’t,” you scoffed, finishing your last mouthful before putting the box and chopsticks into the bag.

“And how do you know that?” Bucky asked, a flair of sass jerking over his eyebrow.

“You’d be lost without me, Barnes,” you smirked. You watched as he tried to formulate an argument, give you one example of how he’d functioned perfectly well without a single ounce of your help.

“You’ve got me there, doll,” he smiled lazily, tiredness seeming to seep into his facial features as he stood up to finish tidying the remnants of your supper away. “What can I say? I only surround myself with the best,” he smirked.

You and Bucky tidied your things away in silence, only speaking to let him know that you were returning your pile of papers to your desk. He met you out there, turning the key in the lock to his office door as you locked your desk drawers. “Come on, doll. I’ve kept you long enough.”

As you stood side by side waiting for the elevator, you turned to him slightly. “I’d love for you to show me around Brooklyn… If the offer’s there,” you told him nervously, pulling your lip between your teeth and gnawing at the skin.

You watched as Bucky blushed and fumbled over his words. “Unless the offer isn’t there…” you trailed off, mortified that you’d read the situation wrong and just taken your boss up on the offer of a date that was never even made.

“No, no! The offer’s definitely there,” Bucky rushed out, turning to you jerkily. “You’ve just gotta stop biting your lip, doll, I can’t focus at all on what I’m trying to say.”

The elevator opened in front of you and Bucky placed a hand on the small of your back, leading you into the carriage and following right behind you. As soon as the doors had slid shut, you looked up at him through your eyelashes.

“Make me, sir,” you goaded.

You watched as Bucky took a deep breath, nostrils flaring slightly. “You can’t go saying shit like that, doll. A guy might get the wrong idea,” he told you stiffly, fingers tightening into a fist by his side.

“I don’t think I’m giving anyone the wrong idea, sir,” you said, voice barely above a whisper even though it hung loud in the small carriage of the elevator. You risked a look at him, peeking out from under your eyelashes to see Bucky staring right back at you.

In an instant, you’d been crowded up against the side wall of the carriage, Bucky’s chest holding you in place. His flesh hand came and rested on your cheek, metal hand cupping your jaw. 

“Please,” you whispered when you saw him hesitate. “Bucky… James,” you pleaded.

His lips were soft against yours, smooth and firm and just right. The first moments of the kiss with him were the best kiss you’d ever had, and that was before he slipped an arm around your back to press you closer and raise you up on your toes. One of your hands slipped under his unbuttoned suit jacket, resting about his waist, and the other reached up to tease the hairs at his neck.

“God, doll, the things you do to me,” Bucky groaned, resting his forehead against yours. “Been wanting to do that since your interview,” he chuckled, reaching down to press a soft peck to your lips.

“Took you long enough,” you grinned, pulling your bottom lip in between your teeth again as you tried to hide your growing smile. Bucky’s gaze drifted down, to the tight line of your lip, and his eyes darkened ever so slightly.

“What did I tell you about that lip, missy.”