#i just immediately stood up and gave them a thumbs up cause i was embarrassed i feel over

[un-fortunate-sloth]

Soulmate au scenario idea based on something that happened to me an hour ago

So person A is pulling out of their or someone else's driveway or something on their moped/motorcycle/etc when out of their blind spot comes a car and they throw themselve out of the way to keep from getting hit, as a result person B stops their car and gets out to check on them. Character interaction ensues and for whatever reason they touch, leaving a soulmate mark that neither of them notice until that night.

[urinarythreatinfection]

Shoutout to tomboys, you’re great and valid. Someone asked me for this in a comment section but I can't @ them but here you go!

One piece men x tomboy reader. Shanks, Sanji, Zoro.

Shanks

Shanks first met you at a bar.

It might be cliche but he gets fawned over by women (and men) often, you were different.

When you came up to him he already noticed you weren’t the most feminine, but you seemed cool so he didn’t mind.

Before he could lay on some charm, though, you had challenged him to a drinking contest with ridiculous rules.

If you won, you got to join his crew.

Immediately it was like the alcohol in his hand didn’t matter, your boldness was too amusing.

“What’s in it for me? Surely a pretty woman like you has something to offer?”

He didn’t mean what he alluded to, just a test to see what you were like.

When you said you had information on something he would definitely like, well, what kind of a pirate wouldn’t be tempted?

What he didn’t expect is how good of a drinker you were.

Shanks gets drunk, but his mind will stay sober, but you were drinking more than he could handle.

It was a tie, the bar ran out of alcohol.

The both of you were on the verge of passing out when he gave you a thumbs up and said you were in, you gave one back and said you’d give him the info too.

It was the worst hangover since the first time he got blackout drunk when young but man was it an amazing investment.

Turned out you knew info on a rival of his causing trouble around his territories, and you were an amazing fighter.

Shanks couldn’t help himself, he might’ve exploded if he tried not to flirt with you.

Flirts turn to touching and touching leads to the bed, you’re good.

Perfect, really, he fell hard for you.

A capable woman who’s fun to be around, gets along with his crewmates, and is great in bed?

He doesn’t care that you aren't feminine, you’re the most attractive woman he could ask for.

Shanks asked you out and you accepted, now he’s your #1 supporter.

Playing a drinking game? His bets are on you.

Threw a guy who touched you across the bar? Way to go!

You think you can beat him in a fight? Sure, just don’t mind if he gets a little handsy during it~

Overall there is no clear calm and smart one in the relationship, both of you are dumb and Beckman couldn’t be any more unhappy.

Sanji

Sanji is completely put off.

When you first met he was absolutely ready to fawn over you but the moment you, instead of getting mad or flirting back, patted him on the shoulder with a “Thanks, man!” he just stood there.

He almost looked around as if someone else said it.

The way you speak, act, the way you are, it’s like everything in him is rejecting it.

Women are supposed to be sacred, beautiful creatures to be worshiped, yet why are you working out with the mosshead and yelling as loud as Franky?

He still treats you kindly, of course, but there is a bit of a gap between what he’s known all his life and what’s being taught to him.

It changed one day though, you two were running from marines and he tripped.

Embarrassment had flooded through him at tripping in front of a lady(?), but when you had picked him up and kept running his heart started racing.

Here he was, the gentleman, being carried like a princess by a woman.

He couldn’t even protest, it wasn’t long after that that he caught feelings and you two started dating.

Now he worships you in other ways. Always calling you strong and beautiful.

Sometimes he’s still embarrassed, but lord knows he's in way too deep now.

Please be understanding if he pretends that something is too hot for him to touch or if he acts like a damsel.

Getting taken care of by a strong girlfriend just feels way better for him than he could’ve ever imagined.

Zoro

He dislikes you at first, not because you’re a woman that’s masculine, but because he sees you like a challenger.

You drink like him, work out with him, even sleep in random places sometimes. He’s supposed to do that!

You even took the spot he likes to nap in!

Not to mention he can’t even pick a fight with you without the cook immediately butting in because you’re a “lady”.

Lady his ass! You’re hardly a woman!

This sort of thing stopped one day when you two were bickering a bit, and once again Sanji stepped in.

Usually the argument switches over to him and Sanji but this time you weren’t having it and grabbed Sanji by the leg, flinging him away like a ball before looking back at Zoro.

He couldn’t help it, seeing the curly brow about to defend you like a knight only to be flung away was too funny and he ended up cracking a smile.

Like that, he stopped seeing you less as competition and more as someone to do things with.

One day Nami made a joke while dragging you two back to the ship “Ugh you two are always together, are you dating or something?”

That seemed to open something up.

Zoro didn’t really think of you as a woman, not that that was much different than other women, but if he were ever to have a lover in his life he would like someone to do the things he loves with.

He asked you out and you said yes, then you two started dating.

Seems loveless at first, but he ends up using the time to get to know you, and really appreciates you.

He treats you like a person, not like some unruly woman (even if he says that sometimes to mess with you).

You’re the type of couple where people can’t tell if you’re dating or not, but behind closed doors he’ll rest his head on your lap and let you play with his hair.

You’re the only one he’ll tolerate making any sort of grass jokes about his hair, girlfriend privilege.

[daceydeath]

I Want to Watch (Part 3)

Pairing: Wooyoung x reader x San Word Count: 2K Genre: Pure Filth 🔞 Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Explicit Activities

Although he loves watching you with his friends Wooyoung thinks that maybe he should change the rules just a little to see in joining in is as much fun as watching

“Woo I picked up the food delivery on my way up” You called, opening the dorm front door and stepping inside, slipping off your shoes. You were surprised that there was no answer but potentially he was busy. Walking into the kitchen you put the large paper bag on the counter only to stop dead when you turned to find both your boyfriend and San watching you keenly from the couch in the lounge.

“Hi Sannie, Woo what’s going on?” you almost laughed until their eyes darkened in tandem, Wooyoung licking his lips and San tilting his head as he smirked.

“Baby you are wearing far too many clothes” Wooyoung purred.

“Too many clothes” San repeated his eyes becoming far more predatory as he palmed his length through his sweatpants. Your breath hitched as each of them stood stalking towards you like prey.

“Wanna try something new baby?” Wooyoung smirks, grabbing your chin between his fingers “Wanna play with San and me this time”. The whine that left your lips should have embarrassed you but with San’s hands already slipping your jacket from your shoulders and moving to undo your jeans you couldn’t resist.

“Good girl” San murmured, pressing a kiss to your neck, making you shiver.

“Look at you letting Sannie treat you like you’re his” Wooyoung chuckled darkly, letting go of your chin to allow you to pull your shirt over your head. “So pretty baby”.

“Kinda wish she was” San smirks, raising his eyebrow as he nibbles on your exposed shoulder.

“Bedroom. Now” Wooyoung chuckles as you swallow thickly your brain already clouding with lust. Once again San scoops you up carrying you to Wooyoung’s room and gently placing you on the bed as the younger follows behind you both stripping off his clothes as he goes. Wooyoung crashes his lips into yours, his soft lips already teasing as his tongue slips between yours.

“So we are sharing this time right?” San asks smugly as he too strips off “because I didn’t come round to watch you fuck her after I’ve already had a taste”. Wooyoung huffs out a laugh away from your lips to grin at his best friend.

You couldn't help the way your breath caught in your throat as Wooyoung manhandled you into the center of the bed, sitting you on your knees facing San, nor could you help the way your mouth watered when San cupped your chin, his thumb tugging slowly on your bottom lip. Leaning in he claimed your lips in a fiery kiss, teeth teasing your lip while his tongue flicked across it to soothe it immediately. Wooyoung undid your bra, gradually sliding the straps from your shoulders and flinging it across the room causing your nipples to pebble in the cooler air of his room.

"Do you want to suck Sannie's dick baby? Want to show him what a good little whore you can be for him?" Wooyoung purred, his voice getting deeper as he spoke.

"Yes, please" you pleaded pathetically as San let go of your chin to grab his cock stroking it slowly as you stared at it.

"First you gotta make some room for me though yeah? I want you sitting on my face while you let Sannie fuck your prefect mouth" your boyfriend continued pushing your knees slightly further apart so he could slide himself underneath you his dark hair and darker eyes looking up from between your legs as he tugged you down on to him getting you impossibly wet for him. His first long lick from your entrance to your clit making you groan your mouth falling open as he gave you one long hard suck on your clit.

Taking full advantage San rubbed his leaking tip against your lips smearing his precum across them before slowly sliding into your warm mouth. Letting him take control of the pace he wanted you clenched around Wooyoung's tongue when you heard San moan your name, one of his hands moving from your face to grab a handful of your hair in his now clenched fist.

"Fuck I thought Jongho was talking shit when he said how good your mouth is princess" he smirked looking down at your already dazed eyes and stretched lips. "You gonna let me fuck you after this?".

Whining loudly you could feel Wooyoung silently shake in laughter as he continued to slurp and suck on your core, his tongue fucking into you as he guided your hips to grind against his face, your clit bumping his gorgeous nose with each movement.

"That's it princess I know you can take a bit more" San cooed his voice like treacle in your ears. Flattening your tongue and breathing through your nose you relaxed your jaw as much as you could letting his velvety length hit the back of your throat with a growl he pushed further making you gag slightly gurgling around his dick as saliva dripped from your chin onto your own breasts. Moving his hand from your head he carefully wrapped his strong fingers around your neck squeezing each time his hips rolled and forced you himself far as he physically could go down your throat.

"Fuck" San gasped your throat constricting around him each time you attempted to swallow the saliva pooling in your mouth. Wooyoung had been taking his time toying with you and began to suckle on your clit, making you moan around San's cock the vibrations going straight from your mouth to him.

"Oh god princess, I'm gonna cum all over your pretty face" he smiled devilishly pulling his dick from your mouth with a lewd pop, leaving you looking up at him with your mouth open. Seconds later you were hit with hot streaks of his release all over your lips, chin and tits making you press yourself against Wooyoung's face. Grinding against him until the coil that had been building in your belly snapped making your legs shake.

"Woo... Wooyoung... Fuck... Sannie" you screamed feeling your boyfriend groan against your dripping folds and he licked up every drip of your juices that he could while you almost slumped into San’s arms. Wooyoung shimmied out from under you helping San move you onto your back while your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath still in a haze from your high.

“Such a good girl for us” Wooyoung whispered sweetly “Me first then Sannie does that sound good?”. 

Nodding wildly you mewled, feeling your boyfriend sinking slowly into you, his hard length molding your velvet walls to fit him perfectly, closing your eyes in pleasure he moved thrusting into you so deeply that he was brushing your cervix with every movement of his hips.

“So beautiful princess still covered in my cum” San snickered watching your hole stretch around his friend’s length, grunting Wooyoung pushed your knees to your chest picking up his pace to fuck you as hard and deep as he could.

“So fucking tight baby” he groaned looking down at you and grunting as you cupped your tits to play with your cum covered nipples as he snapped his hips into yours “even after sharing you around you are still perfect huh?”.

“For you Woo” you whimpered, one of his hands lowering from the back of your thighs to smack against your swollen pussy. Your gasp at the contact made both of them groan deeply as the lewd wet sound of your cunt squelching filled the room.

“Such a naughty little thing letting me watch her getting her cunt filled up by her Wooyoung” San drawlled sensually, his words going straight to your core making you clench and your head fall back against the soft bedding.

“Fuck me she loved that” Wooyoung’s breath hitched as your walls started fluttering around him.

“Such a dirty little thing, wants to be filled up by all the members huh? Be so full it’s dripping out of you?” San continued while Wooyoung started lightly pinching and rubbing your clit.

“Ah… I’m gonna… Gonna cum” you cried as your boyfriends hips sped up bouncing you with each sharp snap of his hips.

“Go on then be a good girl and cream on his cock” San chuckled, your muscles tightening before you began to spasm under Wooyoung your walls sucking him as far into you as they could until he moaned your name and filled you with a flood of his hot seed. 

“Shit baby” Wooyoung panted pulling himself slowly from your used hole “Such a good girl for me”.

“Princess is the best girl” San chuckled darkly, instantly replacing Wooyoung between your thighs kneeling and tugging you towards him with your legs which were now twitching under his touch. “Now let me treat you like my princess alright? You just lay there and take what I give you”.

“Yes Sannie” you almost wailed, feeling him drape your arse over his thighs and sink into you so easily you would have been embarrassed if you weren’t so needy.

“Such a sweet baby, letting us fuck you however we like” Wooyoung cooed scooping up some of mess San had left cooling on your chest with his fingers and shoving them in your mouth, you swirled your tongue around his digits cleaning them thoroughly and releasing them with a pop.

San almost purred watching you suck his cum off your boyfriends fingers kneeling up to slowly start fucking into you his slow deep thrusts almost making you see stars as your eyes rolled back again. 

“So beautiful baby” Wooyoung whispered, leaning in to kiss your neck while you keened as San continued rolling his hips plunging so deep inside you that you were sure you could feel him bulging out of your belly. Each thrust letting you feel every ridge and vein of his cock.

“Fucking gorgeous princess” San murmured breathlessly hands firmly grasping your waist his thumbs rubbing circles into your skin.

“Sannie” you mewled as you felt the spark of fire beginning to spread through your body as his tip hit your g spot over and over again “oh my god Sannie”.

“You like that princess? You like me fucking you like this?” he smiled genuinely, his dimples appearing on his stunningly handsome face.

“Love it Sannie, love you fucking me like this” you sobbed softly reaching out for him but instead finding Wooyoung who took your hands in his and pinned them to the mattress above your head as tears began to form in your eyes the pleasure almost too much for your body to handle. 

“Shit you’re crying on my cock” San moaned, speeding his hips up slightly as you cried out again his cock twitching against your drenched walls “Fucking perfect for me princess”.

“Sannie… ngh… Sannie” you babbled your eyes rolling back as you started to fall over the edge as fire erupted in your veins spreading through you so fast you couldn’t hold it back, your walls fluttering wildly around San’s cock “Woo…Woo”. San called your name loudly as you gave in your whole body shaking and thrashing in pleasure while your vision went blank. You could feel San stiffen and his thrusts stuttering as he filled you with his thick ropes of his release, the combination of his and Wooyoung’s too much to prevent it leaking out around his dick as his hips still.

“Fuck baby you are too good to me, too good to us” Wooyoung mumbled against your lips his fingers wiping away the tears on your cheeks.

“So fucking good to us” San echoed pulling himself from you and grunting softly as cum seeped out of you onto his legs. Wooyoung got up leaving you with San as he slipped into the bathroom for a washcloth to help you clean up. Tossing one to San he started wiping your chest clean of the now drying mess before gently cleaning you up.

“Did you want San to stay?” he asks while San has disappeared to the kitchen to get you all some water.

“Please, I need cuddles” you yawned blinking lazily.

“Your wish is my command princess” San smirked, passing Wooyoung a glass of water to help you drink before you fell asleep the food long forgotten in the kitchen.

A/N: Thank you for reading this is my first Ateez series so I am so grateful for all the encouragement and love you guys have been sending xx

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[sseatherny]

I THINK HE KNOWS

📷 05 — I'll be in your care

You find yourself waking up earlier than usual. Your mind is immediately consumed by thoughts of everything that may unfold later in the day. You couldn't help but feel excited. After almost 3 years of pining, you're finally given a chance to talk to Sae.

As you rushed to get ready, you noticed that you were putting in extra effort into fixing yourself. For some unexplained reason, you felt the need to look your best. Shaking your head, you looked at your reflection in the mirror and whispered, “I'm only doing this for the project.”

Upon your arrival at school, you spot Bachira and Rin, with Rin seemingly getting annoyed by Bachira's antics. You approach the duo and pat them both on the back, prompting Bachira to tease you, asking you why you aren't wearing a wedding gown. Just as you were planning to respond, your alarm goes off, causing you to feel embarrassed.

Quickly shutting off the alarm, you hear Bachira let out a laugh. “Pfft, dreamy jazz, huh?”

You glared at him, and Rin sighed, watching the both of you. “How mature,” he thought. He checks his watch and says that it's time for class.

“I'll see you later.” He waves goodbye before heading off, leaving you with Bachira, who is still laughing.

[ 📷 ` ]

As the lecture came to a close, you felt a sense of relief wash over you. You had just endured a grueling 4-hour lecture, and you were eager for a break. As you were about to bury your head in your arms, your phone vibrated with a message from Rin.

“Who is it?” Bachira asked out of curiosity, tilting his head.

“It's Rin. He wants to meet us outside,” you replied as you began packing your things.

Bachira didn't ask any more questions and soon followed suit, packing up his things as well.

While the two of you were making your way out of the room, Rin was waiting for you outside. Already looking impatient. He began to walk before you even had the chance to say something.

“Where are we going, Rin?” You asked as you tried to catch up with him.

“I thought you wanted to talk with Sae?” Rin answered, furrowing his brows. Upon hearing his response, you froze in your spot, feeling nervous and excited all at once. Bachira, who noticed your nervousness, made an attempt to lighten the mood.

“You look like you're about to take a dump, lol,” He said, trying to make you laugh.

Of course, it didn't work.

“Shut up, you're not helping,” you glared.

After walking for over 15 minutes, Rin stopped and looked at you.

“Ready?” He asked. You gave him a thumbs up and tried to force a smile. Rin didn't say anything and just walked towards the door of Sae's class, which, luckily, was open.

Shidou, who was zoning out, saw the younger Itoshi outside, causing him to tap the older Itoshi's shoulder, getting his attention.

“What?” Sae replied, looking irritated.

“Your brother is outside,” Shidou answered, pointing at Rin. Upon seeing Rin, Sae stood up nearly immediately and walked towards him.

“Someone wants to talk to you,” Rin said to his brother.

“It's not a fan that's going to confess their love to you. Don't worry,” Rin added before turning to you, nodding his head, and signaling you to start talking to Sae.

“Hi! My name is Yn, and I'm a student in Ms. Rosedale's art class. We've been tasked with finding a model for our final project, and Ms. Rosedale suggested that you would be perfect for the job. So I was wondering if you'd be interested in being my model for the project. No pressure, of course! Feel free to decline if you're not interested. I completely understand.” You speak politely, forcing yourself to not smile like an idiot while speaking to Sae.

“Is it right now?” He asks as you finish speaking.

“Oh, no, no. It doesn't have to be right now,” you replied, shaking your head.

The student model asked several more questions about the project before finally nodding.

“Alright then. I'll be in your care. I look forward to working with you, Yn.”

SUMMARY. After being assigned the task of finding a model for a project, you, a student photographer, have to face the challenging task of approaching and persuading Itoshi Sae, whom you have a crush on, to be your model. Working with Sae is a huge opportunity to add a renowned name to your portfolio. The pressure and responsibility are real, but so is the chance to achieve something great.

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[goldlockets-and-redwine]

That Time of The Month - Touya Todoroki x Reader

Authors Note: I am on my period and the only thing keeping me sane is writing this. Reader is gender neutral in this fic.

Word count: 889

Summary: Touya takes care of his partner on their period.

Content Warning: Some cursing, reader has a uterus, that's it. Just fluff.

Waking up to the obnoxious ringtone my new boyfriend picked for himself was not in my plans on this fine Saturday morning. Well, afternoon. It took a moment of feeling through the sheets to finally find the damn thing and my thumb quickly found the “Answer” button.

“Good afternoon doll face,” Touya’s voice immediately came through. I rubbed my face with my free hand. I gave him a grumble in response. The dull ache in my lower back wormed its way to the front of my attention. “You alright? I know you said last night that you started.”

“Yeah, I’m okay, I think. Just in a bit of pain.”

“Well, that’s no good. Come let me in doll.”

Suddenly I am very awake. “Touya! You can’t see me like this! I just woke up and I feel gross as fuck.” I sit upright and wince as pain shoots up my back.

“Don’t make me pick the lock. Let me in please.”

“Fine just give me a second.” I hung up without giving him time to answer. My legs feel heavy as I swing them over the side of the bed. I quickly make my way to the bathroom and wet my toothbrush, shoving it in my mouth and brushing my teeth as quick as I can get away with.

I pad my way to the front door to my small apartment and open the door. “Touya?” Is all I can get out as I see my favorite coffee order in his tattooed hand along with what looks like a grocery bag ready to break apart. “Hey Doll, took you too long.” He smirked as he looked down at me. For some reason, this combination of seeing my favorite drink and my favorite blue eyes at the same time must’ve been the most beautiful thing in the world to me. The floodgates let loose. My vision blurs and it’s almost comical how my tears fall like a literal waterfall. Touya’s face instantly switched from downright handsome devil to panicked.

“Oh fuck, oh what the fuck, (Y/N) what happened? I’m sorry, did I do that?” He shuffled his way past me, plopped everything on the kitchen counter, and instantly turned back and embraced me. “Hey, it’s okay doll. I’m sorry for showing up like this. I wanted to surprise you.” His hand rubbed soothing circles over my back.

“It’s okay,” I sniffled, “I just wasn’t expecting it. You’re such a sweetheart. You didn’t have to do this for me.”

“I want to make you feel comfortable. I know you have a hard time with your period. I don’t get it, but I figured I should do something for you. I got a few things.” He did a smooth spin now holding my favorite drink in hand and passed it to me. I took a long, savoring sip. I’m sure the look on my face was equal to that of an orgasm because when I opened my eyes again Touya’s cheeks were tinted pink. Maybe it was just the embarrassment of him actually being sweet to someone. Who knows? “I also brought you some tampons and pads. I wasn’t sure what size cat you got but I figured you might need some.” He quirked his brow as I huffed a small laugh at the comment. “The other stuff can wait for later.”

My brows pinched together as that ache made its way back to the front of my mind. I refuse to let these cramps interrupt this sweet moment. My arms snaked around Touya’s neck as I stood on my tip toes. Unfortunately, my body had other plans because right before our lips met a jolt of pain shot up my back causing me to fall back to the flats of my feet. I nestled my face in his chest and gasped.

“Woah, woah Dollface! You alright?” I nodded lightly with my eyes squeezed tight. “No, you aren’t. Come on let’s get you in bed.” With a quick movement I was whisked up bridal style and being carried back down my hallway. It was just a moment before he was placing me on my bed and he was covering me in my blanket.

“Are you for real tucking me in? I’m not dying you know. If you’re making me lay in bed all day, then you better join me.”

“Of course, why did you think I showed up?” There was that dumb smirk again. He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. “So what movie we watchin?” After picking the first remotely interesting thing on Netflix, Touya disappeared down the hall for a moment. He reemerged holding the bag again quickly dumping the contents on the bed in front of me. “Period’s make you hungry right?”

The snacks that covered my bed instantly had me salivating. Chocolate, candy, chips, and a few other little sugary snacks took hold of my attention. “T,” I paused for a moment to gather my thoughts. “Just get in the bed.” Touya did just that.

The rest of the day was filled with cuddling, movies, snacks, and Touya muttering sweet nothings while I cried way too hard during the sad parts of the movies. At the end of the day I looked into those blue eyes again wondering what I did to deserve such a man.

Thank you for reading!

This is my first time writing fanfiction please be nice or I'll cry.

[worldofl0re]

Hearing the name, "Destructo," after twenty years of peace and quiet helped me to realize that in hindsight, the name was pretty stupid. I guess that was a testament to how good I was at what I did: being evil, that the sheer weight of context made people afraid of the name, rather than thinking, 'Well, that's pretty unoriginal."

The girl standing at my door was young, somewhere in her twenties. She wore that new-fangled, new-age kind of clothes I never really got, with a couple piercings on her face, and one bright, red streak through her otherwise black hair.

I could still hear the echo of my old name ringing in my ears, how did you know that? More importantly, how did she know it was my name?

"Kid, I got no idea what you're talking about. Please-" I started to tell her as I closed the door on her.

"Wait!" I heard her cry, shoving her foot in between the door and it's frame, "You're the only one who can help me!"

I opened the door again, and gave her a glare. "Kid, I think you got the wrong old-timer, now please-"

Before I could finish my sentence, a thin bolt of fire shot past me, about twice the width of a thumb. I smelled burnt hair on the side of my head, and looked past me. The bolt shot into the center of my living room, and then died out, unable to reach for any of the furniture.

I looked back, and the girl had a pale look about her. She held her hand like it had a mind of its own, and gulped at me nervously.

If it was any other kid... no, I wouldn't have killed them. I was past that sort of thing nowadays. I would have been pissed, and probably given her an earful about the state of people these days, just shooting fire from their fingertips at people for no reason.

But I didn't. I instead smelled the air. Besides the smell of my own cooked hair, there was something else in the air: a magic of sorts. It was the smell of someone's innate power.

The smell of my power, to be exact.

"Get in," I said firmly. The girl nodded, and followed me inside. I shut the door behind me, and walked along my cane to the other side of my house. I walked up to my big, comfy chair, and sat down in it. The girl sat on the opposite couch, trying to keep herself small.

"Sorry I-" She started to say.

"Don't sweat it, kid. Happens to the best of us. Now, how'd you find out about me?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well," She said, "It took a lot of investigating-" She chuckled- "And I had to track down some old henchmen, and just, slowly climb up the ladder until I got here."

I nodded along to everything she said, rubbing my chin until she was finished. "Good job, now I'm assuming you're here because you're shooting fire out of your fingertips and whatnot?" I asked. The girl nodded, and so did I.

"Well, you've come to the wrong place, kid. Sorry, but all that evil business is behind me. I'm not gonna be training another me."

Her eyes widened, and she all but stood up straight out of the couch. "But no- please, Destructo! I don't want to be some villain!"

Hearing my old name made me shiver with embarrassment. "Uh, just call me Jim, please," I said, "And what do you mean?"

Her entire body seemed to roll as she relayed me a story of out-of-control-powers syndrome. First, she set her college dorm on fire because she was frustrated that the door wouldn't unlock, and then she accidentally blew up a car, (with no one in it, thankfully) and then after a series of unfortunate, superpowered events, some good guys caught wind of someone like me running around, and so she ran away to find me, to help her.

At the end of it all, I frankly stared at her blankly. My first thought was, "Well, why didn't you try to explain to the authorities what was happening to you?" which I then immediately answered with, "Well, how would you feel if all you knew was someone with the same powers as the evilest guy ever was running around causing chaos?"

Frankly, I wouldn't ask questions first. In my day people didn't ask questions anyways, they just rolled in, dealt with you, and left. I still remember how it felt having to run from the cops as a stupid teenager, having to hide away by myself.

Hm...

"Oh-kay, kid," I said to the girl, standing up. "Let's just calm down a little. I'm not gonna turn you over or anything, I'm not that far behind my old ways."

I grabbed my cane, and started walking to the bedroom. "How about you fix yourself something from the kitchen while I get a couple things, yeah?"

"Oh-okay," The girl said, standing up and walking into the kitchen.

I meanwhile closed my bedroom door behind me, and sat on my crickety bed. I reached into my pocket, and pulled out my phone, dialing a number. I put the speaker to my ear, and listened to the tone.

I hadn't ever called this number before. I planned to, once, as a part of my plans, but I retired before I could do anything like that, and funnily, this number was the only number I could trust in a situation like this.

It went once, then twice, and thrice, and then when I thought it wouldn't go through, it did.

"Uh, hello?" A woman's voice said on the other side.

"Hey, it's uh, Supernova, right?" I asked.

The voice was quiet, and then asked, "How do you know that?"

"It's, erm... Destructo."

"Destructo?" She asked, "It's been twenty years! What, are you calling to let me know you've got a thirty-part plan you're about to hatch? Where are you?"

"No, no, no. It's not that. Look, I know we've had a history of... trying to kill each other, but-"

"But what?!"

I paused. "There's a girl with me. She has my powers and she needs help to control them, and I... well, I don't know how to train people to be good."

There was a few seconds of silence. I thought for a moment that she hung up, until I heard her say, "You need my help, to train someone, to not be like you?"

"Yeah."

She went quiet again, and then asked, "What's your address?"

You used to be a powerful and feared supervillain, now retired and set for life. Now, there’s a 20-something at your door begging you to teach them to control their rare power since it’s the same as yours. They even know your villain name.

[finallydelight]

Sorry, Heart | Ming Chapter

Ming has a little run in with some of the members of NCT Dream.

June, 2022

Ming came happily down the stairs with the trophy in her hand. They had just gotten their first win on MCountdown for 'HOT' and everyone was ecstatic.

Ming in her delighted state, didn't notice three figures trying to greet her. She was confused when Joshua pointed his finger to something next to her. Ming slightly turned and was met with Mark, Chenle and Renjun right next to her.

She quietly gasped and immediately bowed. ''Hello, I'm so sorry.'' She apologized to them.

The three Dreamies bowed back to her and assured her it was fine.

She smiled at them and was about to make her way to their dressing room, when Mark spoke up.

''You did 'Kick It' really well.'' He complimented her, referring to her dance on their Caratland fanmeeting.

However, Ming didn't really hear him very well and thought that he said something completely different, something bad.

She turned around. ''What?"

It wasn't what she said that caused Mark to be scared of the woman in front of him, but it was the tone that she used. It was clear to everyone witnessing the moment, that Ming had misunderstood what he said, but that didn't make it any less awkward.

Mark stood frozen in place, not knowing what to say back, but Minghao came to his rescue.

''He said that you danced to 'Kick It' very well on Caratland.'' He clarified for her. He hoped his relaxed demeanor would calm her down.

Ming's eyes widened, realizing the poor guy hadn't said anything bad to her.

She started profusely apologizing to him. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I thought you said something else.'' She kept going, her social anxiety not letting her stop.

Mark just bowed back. ''It's okay, don't worry about it.'' He was relieved that she had just misheard him, he couldn't have lived with himself if he had upset her in some way.

She looked at Minghao for some kind of guidance on what to do now. She might have a lot of idol friends, but being a social butterfly is not one of her strengths.

He mouthed the words ''thank you'' to her, giving Ming the hint that she still had to thank Mark for the compliment.

''Ah, thank you. You do it really well too.'' Really? You do it really well too?, she thought to herself.

Mark blushed. ''Thank you.'' He bowed to her.

Chenle, Renjun and Minghao were trying so hard not to start laughing at the situation.

And Jun couldn't help but embarrass his younger member more. ''She did well, because she watched your fancams.'' He told Mark.

Ming turned her head around just in time to see Jun giving her a thumbs up. She really wanted to die in that moment. It was true she had watched his fancams, but she had also seen the fancams of his other members.

She looked at Mark and just saw him get even more red. He awkwardly thanked Jun and gave him a polite bow.

Joshua decided to pull Ming out of her misery. ''It was nice to see you guys, we're gonna go back to our dressing room.'' He smiled at the Dreamies.

Ming gave them a small bow and walked away, pulling Joshua along.

''Alright, what was that?'' It had been a while, since he was that uncomfortable around other idols.

She shook her head. ''I don't know, why did Jun have to say that? I'm so embarrassed.'' She put her hands on her face, trying to hide her red face.

Joshua laughed at her. ''He meant it well, he just wanted to mess with you.''

''I want to die, oppa.'' She said, dramatically.

He laughed again, he put his arm around her shoulder. Although, he found the interaction slightly uncomfortable, he found it endearing how flustered Ming and Mark were.

They made it to the dressing room and opened the door.

It was a little chaotic, their win still fresh in everyone's mind. Hoshi was the first one to approach her.

''Our trophy, thank you Yerim-ie, you did well today!'' The performance team leader said in his full glory. He took the trophy from her.

She walked to her bag to grab her clothes. She loved her stage outfit, but it was leather and she started to get quite uncomfortable and wanted to change her clothes.

Ming was about to go to her little changing space, when Mingyu stopped her. ''Are you okay?'' He asked her, with a hint of concern in his voice.

She furrowed her eyebrows. ''Yeah, why?''

He looked relieved at her answer. ''No, you just look a bit red in the face, I thought something was wrong.'' He explained.

She awkwardly laughed at him. ''I'm fine, but i'm gonna change now.'' She motioned to her clothes.

He got the memo and walked towards the other members.

While she changed into her comfy clothes, Jun and Minghao came laughing back into the dressing room.

''What are you guys laughing about?'' Seungkwan asked them, quite curious.

They looked around. ''Is Yerim not here?'' Jun asked, not seeing the girl.

''She's changing.'' Mingyu told him.

The two Chinese members shared a look, before bursting into laughter again.

More members started to get curious now.

''Come on guys, what happened?'' Seungcheol asked.

They both calmed down after a few seconds. ''Our Yerim-ie had a interesting conversation with Mark.'' Jun vaguely explained.

''What do you mean with interesting?'' Chan asked.

Minghao smirked at the maknae. ''She misunderstood something he said and almost bit his nose off.''

''I DID NOT!'' Ming was done changing and quickly made her way to where Minghao was standing, ready to defend herself.

He did not look impressed with her. ''Yerim-ah, the poor guy looked like he wanted to die.''

The other members looked on in amusement, with some members even scolding Ming.

''No no, you don't understand. I thought he said something bad to me, but he just complimented the cover I did of 'Kick It' during Caratland. But I immediately apologized to him. It wasn't as bad as they make it seem.'' She didn't want her members to think she was being rude.

She saw most of the members nod at her, she felt relieved she had been able to explain herself.

Of course, that had to be ruined. ''Oh no, it was very bad,'' Joshua countered the girl. ''Myungho had to tell her to thank him and when she did, she told him he did the dance well too.''

A lot of 'Oh'-noises were heard in the dressing room.

''Yah, Yerim-ah, you still can't give compliments after all these years.'' Seungkwan told her, slightly joking, but also slightly scolding the girl.

She just stood there, just taking all the teasing.

''I was trying so hard not to laugh.'' Jun told the guys.

Ming interrupted him, right away. ''Wen Junhui! You can't say anything, you completely embarrassed me out there.''

''Jun-ah, what did you do?'' Jeonghan asked him.

He shrugged his shoulders. ''I just told Mark she watched his fancams.''

Ming had enough of the teasing and wanted to walk away, but Vernon stopped her, putting his arms around her.

''What's all that with Mark, huh?'' He teased her.

She groaned loudly, making the members and even the staff laugh. ''Nothing, it's nothing.''

Minghao spoke up again. ''I think Mark has a little crush on our Yerim-ie over here.'' He lifted his eyebrows.

The room became even more chaotic now.

''You can't date until you're 40!'' She had heard Seungcheol say.

''YerMark, MingMark?'' Seungkwan and Dokyeom were busying themselves with ship names.

Vernon squeezed her shoulder. ''Mark, eh?'' Ming just rolled her eyes at him, being done with the whole conversation.

''Dude, he went completely red when she talked to him, he looked like a tomato.'' Joshua said in English to him.

Their manager interrupted. ''Come on, everyone! We have to leave soon, get ready!'' His voice loud enough for everyone to hear.

The members stopped and slowly got ready to leave. Vernon let go of her and she grabbed her bag. She grabbed her phone and texted back some friends, while waiting to leave.

Eventually, they left and made their way to the cars. They greeted the fans and they were on their way to the next schedule.

She had her earphones in, but Seungkwan tapped her on the knee to get her attention.

''You know we were just teasing you, right?'' The members don't tease Ming like that often, she's quite a sensitive person and they don't want her to take it the wrong way.

She smiled at him. ''I know, but I was just so embarrassed by the whole situation and you know how I get in those kind of social situations. And the members weren’t exactly helpful, except Shua-oppa.'' She explained to him.

Mingyu who was sitting in the front, turned around to talk to her.

''It's alright, Yerim-ah, it was just a misunderstanding. I'm sure Mark understands that.'' Mingyu tried to comfort her.

Seungkwan nodded at his words. ''Yeah, maybe you can send him a message or something, to make it even more clear.'' He suggested to Ming.

She contemplated the idea, she could apologize again and they both could move on from the awkward encounter. ''I'll think about it, but thanks anyway.'' She told Seungkwan.

Both members smiled at her, before going back to what they were doing before.

Ming ultimately decided to just send him an insta dm.

mingmingie: Hi, I wanted to apologize again for the misunderstanding earlier. I feel bad about it, it was not my intention to come off rude.

onyourm__ark: Don't worry about it! I should've spoken more clearly, so you don't have to feel bad about it.

mingmingie: You were speaking clearly, I just have very bad hearing. Thank you! Good luck on your comeback, I'll cheer for you, NCT Dream fighting! 💚

onyour__mark: You too! Seventeen-sunbaenim fighting! 💪

Ming felt relieved that it was cleared up. She hoped that the next time she saw Mark, the two could interact normally.

Taglist: @lunarxsun @cosmicwintr @mythicalamphitrite

[harrywritingsbyme]

The one about Y/n and her Stuffie

Based Off Of This Ask

And This One

This One Too

A/N: ITS BEEN OVER A FUCKING MONTH SINCE I LAST POSTEDDDD…but I’m backkkk🤪🥳😙😌it’s not the fic i originally planned on doing for my next piece, but since I’m currently in the middle of everything in my life rn, and this plot doesn’t have to be extremely thought out, i figured i’d do a hot lil fic for y’all. Enjoyy girliess...i hope it doesn't suckk🙃

When Harry came upstairs, he was expecting you to be doing just about anything besides what you were actually doing. As soon as he stepped foot into the doorway of the bedroom, Harry was stopped right in his tracks, completely focused on you, and beyond stunned at the sight in front of him. You were down to a tight little t-shirt and a little pair of panties, and you were humping one of the cute little stuffies he’d bought for you some time ago. You had your legs spread wide over the toy and both of your hands planted on the bed in front of you as you messily dug your cunt into the stuffed toy. Harry intently watched and listened as you tried to relieve yourself. He relished in the sounds of your desperate whines and moans, taking in all of your cries for daddy and how your pussy was in need of and completely throbbing for him. From where he was standing, Harry could clearly see how you were moving against the stuffed toy. You never let up with your movements, continuously digging your needy pussy into the stuffie. You were really intent on digging your clit into it and making sure to rub against the raised parts of the toy to get the most pleasure. And when you rubbed yourself just right, you’d go into a complete frenzy, trying to recreate and feel that exact feeling over and over again. 

As Harry stood there, not only could he not stop himself from pushing a hand into his pants to squeeze at his cock, Harry also had the inability to stop his mind from wandering and conjuring up all the things he could do to you in the position you were in. For starters, Harry could just picture himself coming up from behind you and pushing you down onto your front before tossing the stuffie away and replacing it with his cock. If he did that, Harry was certain that you’d have the loudest and prettiest screams and moans from being suddenly manhandled and from the sudden and intense pleasure. Harry also dreamt of you thrashing back and forth against his cock. Once you’re all done fighting with his cock and you’ve finally gotten all of him into that tight little entrance of yours, Harry could vividly picture you moving against him in the same way you’re moving against the stuffed toy. You’d have your hands planted on his chest and you’d be trying to get into a rhythm but you’d be quickly overcome by the pleasure and you’d just do whatever would give you the most pleasure. The vivid visuals of you moving on his cock are accompanied by the picture of your tits bouncing in front of his face. And the fact that he could see your pebbled nipples through your shirt only made the visual that much better. Those were just two of the many filth ridden thoughts that roamed Harry’s mind as he watched you. And with each and every one of these scenarios, while all being different from the last, you were gushing in no time, making a complete and very wet mess on the bed at the end of every one of them. 

Eventually, after a while of silently stalking you from across the room, Harry finally (and kind of begrudgingly) pulls his hand from his pants and makes his way over to the side of the bed where you were. He then brings a hand up to softly caress your cheek, to which you slightly jump from the sudden company. 

“What are you doing puppy?” He softly asks, watching as you continue to hump the stuffie between your legs.

“I can’t help it daddy! My clit hurts so good!” You pitifully slur, your eyes remaining snapped shut as you continue to move against the toy.

“Want daddy to make it stop hurting and feel good sweet girl?” Harry asks sweetly, continuing to stroke your cheek and watch you dig your clit into the stuffie, noticing you still had the jewel plug in from earlier in the day. 

“Please daddy! You can do anything you want just- m’throbbing so bad!” You whine in response, opening your eyes for the first time in Harry’s direction. Your eyes were all watery and he could see how bad you needed him and how subby you were feeling.

Without wasting anymore time, Harry swiftly maneuvers you both onto the bed. He pulls you down onto your back, completely abandoning the stuffie, before removing the little bit of clothes you had on from your body. He then proceeds to undress himself, practically ripping his clothes off before climbing between your legs. As soon as he does this, his attention shoots down between your legs to see what he was working with.

“Aww look, your little cunt is all swollen and sticky.” He coos, admiring how swollen and dripping you were for him. “So desperate; how pathetic.” He chuckles, bringing his hand down to pinch your puffy pussy lips between his index and thumb, getting his fingers covered in your juices. “What made you so needy baby?” Harry asks, keeping your pinched between his fingers as he lowers himself down between your legs.

“Just-“ You softly sigh, not wanting to give him the real, and slightly embarrassing answer.

“Just what?” He presses before bringing his mouth in and sticking his tongue out to lap up the juices that were spilling from the part where your two lips met. When he does this, you immediately try and snap your legs shut. But Harry stops you right in your tracks. “Close them and you won’t cum.” Harry simply, yet sternly replies, causing you to open your legs back up. “Good girl. But if you don’t answer, you won’t cum or get my cock.” Harry continues on.

“But daddy!” You whine, trying to get out of revealing why you were humping the stuffie not too long ago. 

“If you wanna cum, you better tell me. Or I could just suck on your swollen little button until you cry then jerk off right in front of you. It’s completely up to you.” You couldn’t argue with that ultimatum. In the state that you were in, the simple thought of not being able to cum made your eyes well up a little. 

“Fine…I was thinking about how good it felt when you took me after you pushed my princess plug in earlier.” You manage to finally spit out, struggling to do so from the way Harry kept squeezing your lips together. 

“So all of this is because my baby is a little cockslut.” Harry cockily relishes with a wide smirk spread across his face. “That makes it even better.” Harry hums before suckling on your clit. You didn’t even have the time to scream from how good his mouth felt because it only lasts a couple seconds before he’s letting go of your pussy lips and removing his mouth, moving himself back up your body. Stopping on the way up to sponge wet kisses onto your already pebbled nipples. Harry then attaches his lips to yours, trapping them into a sloppy, lust filled kiss. You let Harry do most of the work, keeping your mouth open and moving your lips against his. As he kissed you, you could hear Harry’s shaky breaths and moans, and you could feel him rutting his cock against your sticky cunt. This only made you need him more than you already did. You wanted to move around and try and push him inside, but Harry had you trapped pretty good. All you could do was move your head around a bit. So that’s what you did, you moved your head to the side, causing Harry’s mouth to break away from yours.

“Need you daddy!” You beg, wrapping your hand around Harry’s bicep that was right by your head.

“Y’always needing me, you’re my little cockslut remember?” Harry coos into your ear, using his other hand to blindly line himself up with your soaking entrance. “All you can think about is me splitting your little pussy apart to fit all of my cock in there.” Harry begins, bringing his hips in to start filling you up. “All you can think about is being pounded until I’m done using your pathetic little hole.” Harry grunts into your ear, bringing the other arm up to rest against the bed near your head. “I bet you like feeling completely powerless when I’m fucking into you.” Harry groans, feeling your tight walls around him as he practically pries them apart with his large cock. As Harry speaks and fills you up, you’re losing your mind below him. Not only are you losing the ability to even think, you’re also feeling and relishing in the pleasurable sting that came along with Harry’s cock and the full feeling that came along with it as well. On top of feeling incredibly needy, you were feeling subby as well, which only intensified the feeling and caused you to use your stuffie. All you could do was dig your nails into his biceps that were almost cradling your head and whimper as Harry made sure you felt everything he gave you.

Once he’s fully inside, Harry goes right into pounding you. And he doesn’t let up. He continuously slams his hips down into yours, pushing his cock all the way up inside of you again and again. With every thrust, there was a flick to your clit. He’d always come down, in, and up, causing you to feel everything inside and out. On top of all that, Harry had his mouth right up to your ear and you could hear his beyond animalistic growls. He kept asking you ‘Is this what you wanted?’ and he kept telling you how good of a fuck and cockslut you were and that he loved destroying you. 

Harry was on cloud nine to say the least. He had worked himself up enough leading up to this moment that he could be cumming any second now. But he decided to hold off a little longer. Not only were your insides, your perfect little walls feeling even more amazing, but he was enjoying being able to fuck you like this, all rough and filthy while you were feeling all small and subby. When you were like this, Harry would go on a bit of a power trip and just degrade you and fuck you any which way he wanted. And on top of that, he got to hear your whimpers and cries from how good it all felt in the process. With the position he had you two in, the same way his growls were clear in your ears, Harry’s able to clearly hear your cries and whimpers from how good it all felt. Harry thought your loopy moans and whimpers were music to his ears. He even heard you call yourself daddy’s cockslut, which only made him go even harder on your pussy.

“Please daddy! I need t’cum!” You whimper, holding on to his biceps for dear life as young for him to let you finally cum. Even though you weren’t being that good of a girl earlier when you were using the stuffie, you didn’t cum, which is a big rule of Harry’s, especially when you haven’t gotten permission. So you’d been holding this release for a long time now and you were dying to just let go already!

“Awww, does my baby’s pathetic little pussy need to cum around daddy’s big cock.” Harry coos patronizingly, continuing his never ending thrusts. 

“Can’t hold it anymore daddy!” You cry, beginning to squirm underneath his tight grip from how much this orgasm was consuming you.

“Go ahead doll, show me how much of a little cockwhore you are for daddy.” Harry pants into your ear before lifting himself up from on top of you, stopping to spit down into your mouth as he sits up. Harry then begins to feel your walls rapidly pulsating and convulsing around his cock. And to follow up, a warm stream of your juices begin to gush out of you, getting Harry and the sheets wet. But you were too busy feeling absolutely amazing to even care. Harry was in awe at how much you were squirting and he thought you looked absolutely adorable as you came around him. He also felt very riled up and anxious to have a similar release of his own. 

Once he feels like he’s given you enough time to ride the seismic waves of your release, Harry dives right back in, not skipping a beat with his intense thrusts.

“Can’t anymore daddy!” You cry out to him, trying your hardest to close your legs around him and push his body away from between your legs as you were just coming down from your first high and were already feeling another powerful release quickly building inside the kind of sore pit of of your stomach. 

“But you said you wanted it doll.” Harry reminds through his teeth as he pries your legs back apart. “You were so caught up in being a little cockslut you forgot about what you agreed to.” Harry chuckles down at you. He resumes his thrusts and then proceeds to slap your clit a couple of times, causing you to have mini releases, squirting onto him back to back with every slap he delivered to your clit. “Messy little slut aren’t you. Look at how much you squirt when I destroy your pussy.” Harry moans, continuing to deliver a couple more sting filled slaps to your oh so sensitive button, garnering a few more screams and squirts of your warm juices to his lower body. 

Harry then flips you onto your front, to which he pushes your legs apart a little more before sitting on top of them to keep you down before wrapping his hands around your hips and plunging back into you. You were already worn out so he didn’t exactly have to pin you down. As he fucks into you, Harry can feel his overwhelming release beginning to overtake all of his senses in the exact same way yours did. He began to feel even more pressure in the pit of his stomach as his impending release mounted and mounted, waiting to be released. 

When he’s just a mere minutes away from his release, Harry lays himself down on your back, keeping his mouth close to your ear as he sloppily delivers his final thrusts. You could feel him sucking on the area right below your ear as he reached the hilt of his release.

“And if there has to be one thing I love most about having you as my needy little cockslut, it’d have to be the fact you keep my cum all save and warm in that perfect little honey pot between your legs.” Harry growls before unloading every last drop of his cum into you. Your body was a complete and quivering mess as you took all of Harry’s heavy load, and as you gushed all over him and the bed for the second time. 

Masterlist

[nyuksw]

need you, sunwoo smut

warnings/content: use of pet names, praising, begging, unprotected sex, overstimulation, oral (fem) gosh i hope this is good enough for my writing comeback fehdjek

You heard some rustling behind the door before it opened, revealing a happy Sunwoo smiling widely at you, his smile soon dropping the second his eyes landed on your face with tears running down your cheeks.

You rushed into his arms, his arms instantly wrapping around you comfortingly.

“What happened?” he asked in a soft yet concerned voice.

“My boyfriend and I - we broke up.” you manage to speak between tears.

“Why? Did something happen?” his voice sounded more concerned.

You sighed and pulled away, too embarrassed to say it. “The sex was bad and that was affecting our relationship…”

Sunwoo raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean the sex was bad?”

“It was him, he would only focus on his own pleasure. I… I never came with him.” you said, lowering your voice at the end as if that would make it any less embarrassing to you.

“So you’ve never had an orgasm?” Sunwoo asked, his voice too loud for your liking making you turn red.

“Sunwoo!” you whined, hitting his arm lightly.

“What? He never knew how to pleasure you properly, what an asshole.” he scoffed, knowing very well he was one of the many guys who put his needs first every single time.

“I have something to ask you.” you pulled him out of his thoughts.

He looked at you, scanning your body language. A habit he developed from being your friend. You were fidgeting with your fingers, you were nervous about something.

“What is it?” he asked, extending a hand to wrap it around your wrist, making you stop your fidgeting and looking up at him.

“I need your help…” you spoke softly, your voice fading without you even noticing, your nerves eating you alive but you were still determined to say it.

“For what?” he asked, raising his eyebrows and nodding slightly forward to encourage you to speak and say it all at once.

You took a deep breath, “Will you have sex with me?”

Sunwoo’s eyes widened, he just stood there for a few seconds. Unsure if he heard right or if his own mind was playing games on him. Were you, his best friend, really asking him that?

A smile started to creep at the corner from his mouth, you knew he probably didn’t believe you. “I’m being serious, I want to have sex with you. I need it…”

Something clicked inside Sunwoo’s mind, feeling slightly hurt. But why? Was it because you only wanted to have sex and have an orgasm and only that, or was it because he was hoping you were asking him because you liked him the same way he has liked you for some time secretly.

“So you only want to use me to ogasm?” He didn’t mean for his tone to come out so bitter but it did.

“It’s not like that!” you quickly reassured him, “Look, we’ve been friends for so long and I trust you the most. Losing my virginity wasn’t as special as I would’ve wanted, so I would like for this to be special, to be with someone that’s important to me. That person being you, Sunwoo.”

Sunwoo’s eyes softened upon hearing that, a gentle smile forming on his lips. He stared into your eyes, already caught in the feelings. He was going to take good care of you and make you feel the way no one else has done before. Even if it was only for one time.

He wrapped his hand around your wrist and pulled you towards him, his other hand cupping your face as you stumbled towards him, lips crashing into a heated kiss. His hands slid down your body, creeping up your shirt. His cold fingers making you shiver as his thumb massages your skin in circles. He started to take steps back, dragging you along with him without breaking the kiss until he felt the couch behind his knees and he pulled you down with him.

You placed your knees at each side of him, wrapping your arms around his neck to steady yourself. Gasping when he squeezed your ass, taking the chance to slip his tongue in. You started to slowly grind against him, making him groan and pull away.

Unsteady breathing and messy clothes and hair already, he looked up at you. Eyes filled with lust matching yours.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

Sunwoo smirked and gripped your hips, pulling you down and making you moan the moment you felt his erection nudging your clit through the thin materials of your clothes. He started to move you back and forth, grinding against him again but this time harder and closer.

“Feel that? My dick is already so hard for you and I haven’t even seen anything yet.” he said, his voice coming out in a low husky tone. “Do you like how it feels?” he asked and you nodded.

He swiftly removed your shirt, leaving you only in your bra.

“So fucking hot, you look so beautiful.” he murmured, hands exploring your body.

He unbuttoned your pants and slid his hand down your core, his fingers coming into contact with your wet folds.

“Fuck you’re dripping wet.” he said under his breath.

He started to move his fingers, rubbing your clit in circles. “Come on baby, let me hear you.” He said trailing kisses all over your chest, fingers moving faster. “Don’t be shy.”

You stopped holding back, moaning and squirming under his touch. You have never been this aroused before, you were in pure ecstasy and you haven’t even done too much with him yet.

Sunwoo inhaled sharply, looking up at you with almost dark eyes. “Beg for it, I want to hear you beg. Beg me to make you come.”

“Please make me come.” you managed to say breathlessly.

“I’ll make you come so hard, baby. But I need to hear you beg for it.”

“Sunwoo�� p-please.” you whimpered, feeling closer to your orgasm.

“Please what, angel?” he smirked, adding more pressure and speed to his movements.

“Faster -- fuck, please do it faster!”

“Like this?”

His movements became rougher, you felt it building up. Dropping your head to his shoulder, hearing your moans so close to his ear turned him on even more. “I can’t wait to fill you up with my dick.” he groaned and you felt yourself clenching around nothing as he kept his pace with his fingers against your clit.

The tension inside of you bursted, making you throw your head back. Having your first orgasm caused by someone else in so long, it felt so good. His fingers stopped his movements, taking out his hand ghosting over your sensitive clit and making you jolt over the slight overstimulation from the contact.

You came back to your senses, opening your eyes only to see Sunwoo looking at you. His gaze became tender, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear leaning in to peck your lips.

“You look so beautiful.” He whispered.

“I’m probably a mess.” you chuckled.

He shook his head, leaning in back again, capturing your lips into a kiss. He lifted you up carefully, placing you down into the couch. He pulled away to remove his shirt before leaning down to kiss your body all the way from your chest towards your stomach, his fingers pulling down your pants and panties at once as you moved your hands behind your back to unhook your bra and remove it.

Sunwoo looked at you completely naked, eyes once again filled with lust and licking his lips as he got a full view of your exposed core. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”

“Then do it, what are you waiting for?” you asked, biting your lip.

“I’m on something else first,” he smirked and kissed you one more time before he kissed his way down to your core.

He got his arms under your legs and reached for your boobs, massaging them just as he gave your folds a long lick. You gasped with your hips bucking up against him, still a little sensitive from your previous orgasm. You let your eyes flutter shut when Sunwoo continued licking your pussy, teasing your clit with his tongue and placing kisses on it before wrapping his pretty plump lips around it and sucking on it lightly. Sliding two fingers up your slit and pushing them inside you, earning a hot moan from you.

You ran your fingers through his hair and pulled on it lightly as he ate you out, his nose gently rubbing into your sensitive clit.

“Sunwoo, I-I..” you gasped when he curled his fingers inside you, touching your spot and fastened his tongue licks.

“Hmm?” The vibrations of his deep voice made it feel like electricity running all over your body, and just as you were about to speak again, he took your hard nipples between his fingers again, rolling them.

His eyes looking up to you, a proud smirk forming on his lips. “Yeah? Did you say something?”

“I need you…” you breathed, whimpering when he swirled his tongue around your bud and continuing with slow, teasing licks. His fingers kept rolling your nipples, and it all together was adding just too much pleasure.

With a gentle suck on your clit once again, Sunwoo sent you over the edge one more time. You squirmed, your hips bucking up as he hungrily licked all your juices.

Once you calmed down and came back to your senses, cupping Sunwoo’s face with your hand. “Please make love to me.” you whispered.

Sunwoo looked up at you immediately, his eyes almost melting into yours with so much love. He smiled and nodded, quickly pulling down his sweatpants and underwear, moving up towards you and kissing you while getting on his knees between your legs, pumping himself a few times before aligning at your entrance. Looking up at you one more time, you nodded giving him permission.

Sensitive from your previous orgasms, you wrapped your arms around him, whimpering quietly. He noticed and pressed his lips against yours, sharing a gentle kiss as he thrusted into you. Nails digging into his back when you felt him hit your spot, and he grunted at the way your pussy clenched around him, making his thrusts become deeper.

You tightened your legs around his torso, trying to pull him deeper and closer with the heels of your feet pressed against his lower back. He moved his hips against yours, thrusting deeper making you gasp every time he hit your spot. Sunwoo’s breathing was getting more unsteady and his kisses got hungrier as the orgasm he had been holding back started approaching.

“I love you y/n,” he murmured against your lips, sneaking his hand between your bodies so that he could rub your already sensitive clit. You screamed when he increased the speed of his thrusts and angled his lower body so he could hit your spot with each one.

“Sunwoo!” you screamed his name when you finally reached your third orgasm.

Sunwoo buried his head in your neck, groaning and his hips stuttering when he filled your pussy with his warm cum. Quickly pulling out just to see the way it leaked out of you, using two fingers to push it back carefully not to touch your overstimulated bud while doing so.

He stayed in the same position, bringing a hand up towards your face to wipe off some of the sweat in your face and move the hair out of your face. His eyes bore into yours, his stare was soft and staring at you lovingly.

“That was beyond amazing, I’ve never experienced or felt anything like that before. Thank you Sunwo.” you said, thinking if you should lean in to kiss him or if it wasn’t allowed anymore after the sex was done, but his voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

“I meant what I said earlier… I do love you but not as friends.” he confessed, his deep voice from a while ago now soft, sounding even scared.

“Sunwoo I --” you started to speak but he wouldn’t even give you a chance.

“I know! I know… we’re just friends and you don’t want to ruin this friendship. I just -- I thought that perhaps you asked me to have sex because you may have feelings for me too but --”

You cupped his face and pulled him down, stopping his rambling by pressing your lips against his. You felt him relax under your touch, your thumbs softly caressing his jawline, making him smile against your lips.

You pulled away, smiling up at him. “Sunwoo you idiot, of course I also have feelings for you. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have asked you to be intimate with me. I’ve loved you, as more than friends for a while now. Why do you think I even dated that asshole? I thought that way I would forget about you.”

“There’s no point in going back to the past, what matters now is that now we know how we feel. And now I don’t plan on letting you go again.”

[forsworned]

『 . . . you are the only exception . . . 』

+word count. 1.3k

+categories. f/m, gn/m, m/m

+relationships. sanemi shinazugawa x reader

+characters. sanemi shinazugawa

+summary. ITS YOUR BDAYYY SO ITS A BDAY FIC

+author’s note. FOR MY BESTIE CUZ ITS HER BDAY but ill keep it [name] for u hoes @hanakages​

Sanemi wasn't too big on birthday's himself, but he made an exception for you. He knew that you would want to have something initimate and one on one rather than a big extravangant party so he kept it minimal. He even handmade the decorations himself from hanging origami cranes and hearts to a mini "happy birthday" banner. Of course, he couldn't forget the balloons.

Now he didn't want to go as far as baking a cake, so he had to do his best to avoid you while going into town and picking it up from the local bakery. He knew you were out celebrating with Shinobu and Mitsuri having all sorts of girly fun whatever that meant. The only problem? The restaurant that you were in was right next to the bakery and you guys loved your outdoor seating.

How lucky for him.

Now, if you know Sanemi or any of the other Hashira, you would know that they stand out like a sore thumb. Everyone in the community knows them and it was hard to avoid people. He hated to do it but he did his best to disguise himself as simple commoner. So that mean no haori, no slayer uniform and absolutely no sword. That last part killed him, but to make the love of his life happy was the only objective of the day and if he had to do this to get that cake, then by Kami he would do it.

His scars and hair were the things that stood out the most so unfortunately those had to be covered up with a straw hat and an old long sleeved outfit that he had to dig out of the depths of his closet. Fortunately, it covered just about everything and then off he went.

As Sanemi approached the bakery, he immediately noticed your beautiful beaming face from over a hundred feet away. He had to remind himself he was here for the cake not to awkwardly stare at you and bask in your beauty. When he began to look away he felt your eyes shift to him and he immediately walked into the shop as to not cause too much suspicion.

"Is something the matter [name]-kun?" Shinobu asked looking at your puzzled expression.

"Yeah...I just thought I saw Sanemi, but maybe not?" You looked over where the man who resembled Sanemi walked into.

Akasuki's Bakery, huh.

"You sure?" Mitsuri asked, coming into your view.

"No, maybe it's my imagination." You smiled at her changing the subject.

He had been acting rather weird this morning. It's not that he didn't say happy birthday. He did. It was just extremely underwhelming. And while you did say you didn't want gifts or anything to grand, he only gave you a measly generic Happy Birthday card. It was a tad disappointing to say the least.

Meanwhile, Sanemi was wiping away the stress sweat that came with getting there under zero suspicion. He already felt like you had known at this point but actually getting caught and confronted would've completely ruined his plan. He finally got to the front of the line and opened his mouth to speak, but the owner already greeted him.

"Oh, Sanemi-san! Here to pick up that cake?" He announced way too loudly.

As much as he wanted to feel embarrassed, he did not have much time for that. So he only nodded.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot it was a surprise." The owner said in a hushed tone. "I'll be right back."

Thankfully, no one was in there and the owner came back quickly with a cutely packaged cake. It was in a wooden box with a baby blue bow ontop. Very simple, yet elegant.

Sanemi simply nodded and handed him a wad of cash. More than what was needed and walked off. To say the owner was astounded was an understatement. He waved to him goodbye and quicky rushed home making sure the cake was intact and set everything up for your arrival.

As he was adding the finishing touches, he heard the front door unlock and slide open.

"I'm home!" He heard you call out, but he did not answer.

He heard your footsteps become closer and then finally you turned the switch on to see his glorious smile.

"Happy birthday!" He cheered holding up a small gift box. It was enveloped in gold and had a cute red ribbon around it.

"Oh." Was all you could say in response as you eyed at the decor in awe. Everything was obviously handmade but crafted with care. Suddenly he was standing in front of you and greeting you with a warm embrace and a kiss to your forehead.

"Sorry, for the shitty happy birthday greeting this morning. I wanted to make it seem as if I didn't care so that this would seem extra special." He smiled down at you.

Tears streamed down your eyes and his violet hues widened in shock. "Why are you crying?!"

"Because you're so good to me. I can't believe I would think that you wouldn't do something special. I'm sorry!" You bawled as you hugged him tightly.

Sanemi felt his face become warm. "O-oh."

You felt his hand gently rub your back and then you pulled away to gaze up at him. "Thank you, Nemi."

That just about did him in. Sanemi was a stuttering and flustered mess and failed to recompose himself which only made you laugh.

"Uhm, here." He lightly pressed the gift against your chest.

"Oh, right. I hope it's not another shitty birthday card." You teased and he only smiled a bit remembering how grumpy you looked this morning taking it from him.

You unwrapped the gift and you gasped at what it held. It was a beautiful teardrop garnet necklace with diamond accents on a gold chain.

"And if you turn it around." He said as he rotated the necklace over and there behind the garnet was your name engraved.

"Oh my goodness, Sanemi. This is..." You began to say but he only took the necklace from your hands and clasped it onto your neck.

"I dont' wanna hear it. I got it specially made for you and you're going to wear it."

Sanemi was an insistent man indeed. You grinned at him as you held the garnet between your fingers. "Thank you."

"Of course." He bent down to kiss you again and then led you to the table with all his handmade decor and of course the boxed cake.

"So, I wasn't imagining things." You pointed to the box with the Akasuki's logo pressed into the wooden box.

"You saw me?!"

"Sanemi, I literally bought you that straw hat. It has your name on the side." You burst out into a fit of giggles. The expression on his face was too good as he rushed to the other room to look at the straw hat and sure enough his name was in kanji on the side.

"I appreciate the effort though. Everything is amazing." You ran your fingers through his silver locks.

"Well, you haven't tried the cake yet." He took you by the hand and led you to the table again.

He unboxed the cake to reveal a gorgeous strawberry shortcake that was beautifully dressed in berries and in the center it read "happy birthday [name]!". You smiled as he carefully laid out the candles and lit them.

"Do you want me to sing happy birthday while you awkwardly sit there or do you wanna just make a wish and blow it out?" He asked looking over at you.

You laughed. "I think we can skip the happy birthday song this year."

"Well, I wouldn't be too sure about that. The rest are planning a surprise party for you."

You opened your mouth in shock. "No way."

He smiled teasingly. "Yeah, so while you think that you're going to have it all good and happy birthday songless this year. You're dead wrong. Now make a wish."

You begrudgingly closed your eyes and made a wish and blew them out.

"What did you wish for?" He asked while you began to cut your cake.

"For you to propose to me." You retorted slyly.

That just about set his face into flames and you into another fit of giggles. You cupped his cheeks and kissed  him gently. “I’m not going to wait forever, you know?”

He felt his face settle down slowly as he looked over at his nightstand and then back to you. “I know.”

[souichioneshots]

Passing Notes 【Souichi x Reader Fluff】

Summary: You and Souichi had never really spoken before. But after getting new seats, you two start to exchange notes with one another.

It all started when the new semester started and everyone was assigned new seats.

The class had been proceeding the same as always when suddenly a folded-up piece of paper landed on Souichi’s desk.

Opening it up he saw the words,

Y/N: Sorry, but what page are we on?

Turning to the side where the paper came from, he saw you. You had turned towards him, but weren't looking directly at him.

You and Souichi had never really spoken to one another before. Thinking about it now, Souichi had never seen you talk to anyone before. The only time you spoke was when the teacher called on you to answer a problem. Other than that you were silent, always hiding in your own shadow as you tried to avoid interacting with people.

Writing the page number under your words, he slid the paper back onto your desk. Giving him a small bow as a thank you, you quickly turned to the assigned page.

From that day on, you would pass notes to Souichi whenever the teacher wasn't looking.

Although most of the notes you passed him were brief and casual, today you started off by asking him a heavy question.

Y/N: What do boys like?

Souichi squinted in confusion as he looked down at the note. What kind of question was that?

Turning his head to the side, he looked at you. You were looking down at the worksheet on your desk, trying your best to focus on the problems written on it.

Souichi sighed deeply as he looked back at the note. He noisily moved the nails around in his mouth as he thought to himself.

Are you trying to figure out a way to approach a guy? How is he supposed to answer that? The question is way too broad.

Scribbling on the back of the paper, he poked your elbow and handed it back to you.

S: Everyone is different. If it’s a guy you like, you should just ask him yourself.

Ripping another piece of paper from your journal, you wrote back.

Y/N: But I’ve never actually talked to him before… S: Love at first sight type of thing?

Suddenly, you shoved the paper into your bag and turned away from Souichi. The conversation between the two of you ended there.

Souichi couldn’t help but wonder that night why you thought it would be a good idea to ask him such a thing. Although he didn’t have social anxiety like you, he certainly wasn’t popular or qualified enough to answer such questions. But still, he felt proud that you thought so highly of him.

When the next day came, you immediately started to pass Souichi notes.

Y/N: Do you like cookie straws? S: I’ve never had one before. Y/N: I have some. Is strawberry okay? S: Yeah! I love strawberry!

When lunch came, you reached into your bag and pulled out a small pink package.

Scribbling onto a piece of paper, you handed both to the pale boy.

Y/N: These are from my home country. They’re my favorite. I hope you like them too…

Just as Souichi was about to verbally thank you, you got up from your seat and walked out of the classroom.

He'll just have to thank you later.

After finishing his own bento, Souichi opened the package. He was surprised when the delicious smell of strawberry filled the air around him.

“Woah. These are really good!” Souichi said to himself as he ate the sweet snack in big bites.

Before he knew it, he had eaten all 10 cookie straws in one go.

When lunch finally came to an end, you walked back into the classroom.

Sliding a piece of paper onto your desk, Souichi gave you a smile.

S: Thanks for the cookies. They were super good.

You gave Souichi a small bow and placed the note into your bag.

As the class went on, you didn’t make any attempts to pass him any more notes. Souichi rested his head in his hand as he looked at you. His eyes looked you up and down as you continued to write in your notebook.

Now that he got a good look at you, you were actually kind of cute. Because you were a foreigner, you stood out like a sore thumb, but not necessarily in a bad way. Maybe that’s why you felt anxious about hanging out with people so much?

Souichi tensed up a bit as you suddenly turned and look at him.

Pulling your notebook up, you showed him what you had been doing.

Souichi quickly put his hand up to his mouth, trying to stifle his laughter as he looked upon a drawing you had done. It was the homeroom teacher hanging from the ceiling as he continued to ‘teach’ the class. Even though it was just a sketch, the detail was amazing.

Ripping out a piece of paper from his own notebook, he passed you a note.

S: You’re really good at drawing. What else can you draw?

He could see a small blush appear on your cheeks as you read his note.

Taking out a new piece of paper, you moved your textbook in a way that hindered Souichi from seeing what you were doing.

When you finished, you folded the paper half and passed it to him.

Souichi’s eyes widened in surprise as he opened it up to see a picture of him. You had drawn him in his current uniform, but with a long vampire cape. The nails in his mouth had been replaced real vampire fangs, making him look like the vampire he always wanted to be.

Souichi couldn’t help but stare at the drawing. It was the most amazing thing he had ever received.

He didn’t exactly know how to thank you, but he needed to give you something in return.

As the class was coming to an end, Souichi handed you one last note.

S: If you want to talk with the guy you like, why not try greeting him in the morning?

It wasn’t much, but it was a start. It would help you break the ice with the guy you liked and even help cure your social anxiety too.

You looked down at the note with emotionless eyes. When the final bell rang, you shoved it into your bag and quickly made your way out of the class.

As the next day came, Souichi noticed that you had arrived before him today.

He gave you a small bow as he sat down in his seat next to you. However, you didn’t bow back. Instead, you turned towards him and rubbed your wrist with your hand. Your mouth moved in small motions, but no words came out. Not that he could hear at least.

Not able to understand what you had just said, Souichi tiled his head to the side in confusion. He was expecting you to try to speak again, but you just turned to the other side and, taking out a random textbook from your desk, pretended to read from it.

The entire time the class went on, you hadn’t tried to pass him any more notes again.

Had something happened between you and the guy you liked? Maybe you finally talked to him?

Souichi suddenly started to feel irritated as he thought about how you might be trying to throw him away now that your social anxiety was slowly being cured.

When cleaning duty came, you and Souichi had been assigned to eraser cleaning duty.

You had kept your distance from Souichi most of the time, but as people started to slowly leave the classroom, you walked up to him.

Bringing a piece of white chalk up to the blackboard, you wrote in tiny letters.

Y/N: Can I call you by your first name?

You placed the chalk down and stared at the words, waiting for the raven-haired boy to respond.

Taking the chalk into his own hands, Souichi wrote back.

S: Sure

Wrapping your hand around your wrist, you started to nervously rub it again. You tried to look up at the boy, but your eyes quickly looked in a different direction when his eyes met yours.

“……Souichi…”

Souichi’s face suddenly felt warm as you whispered his name.

Taking the chalk back into your hand again, you quickly wrote.

Y/N: You can call me by my first name. It’s Y/N.

He already knew your first name. There was no need to remind him.

“Y/N.”

You jolted at the sound of your name coming from the tall boy beside you.

Quickly grabbing an eraser, you erased the writing and ran to the open window. Souichi laughed as a huge cloud of chalk dust surrounded you, causing you to go into a small coughing fit.

He was happy that you actually tried to talk to him. Even if it was just you saying his name and running away in embarrassment.

When the day finally came to an end, Souichi noticed that you hadn’t gotten out of your seat yet. You stayed as still as possible until you two were the only ones left in the classroom.

He was going to write you a note to ask what was wrong, but he stopped when you turned towards him.

You brought your hands up to your desk and pushed your body up, almost as if you were about to leave. But then you suddenly sat back down again.

You had also wrapped your hand around your wrist for a second, however, you quickly pulled it away when you looked at the boy sitting next to you.

You looked extremely nervous.

Taking a deep breath, you spoke in a calm but slightly loud voice.

“Good morning!”

Souichi’s eyes widened in surprise as his cheeks burned red. He finally understood everything that had been going on with you.

Unsure how to respond, he just continued to look at your ever-worsening anxious expression.

Suddenly you pushed yourself off your seat and grabbed your bag. Souichi moved from his own seat as you walked to the door of the classroom.

Rushing towards you, he put his hand out and grabbed the strap of your bag, stopping you from going any further.

His heart raced as he looked into your eyes and responded.

“…Good morning.”

[xxxsweetdreamzxxx]

warnings/tags: dom!Jaehyun sub!reader, fanfic, smut; cursing, hook up, fingering, cunninilingus, unprotected sex, cream pie

summary: a chance meeting while shopping for bathing suits turns your summer vacation a little hotter

word count: 4.4k (help)

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this was interesting to write as the beginning and ending are based off of separate dreams this time, so hopefully I was able to link them in a way that made sense. please enjoy!!

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"How does this look?" You asked your friend Jamie, holding a skimpy neon bikini set to your body. 

It was the first full day of your annual summer beach trip with your bestie, and you'd arrived in the seaside town you always traveled to late last night. After eating a mediocre breakfast provided by your hotel, the two of you had headed to a nearby mall to buy new swimsuits. She'd had luck finding one relatively quickly. But the reason you were still there, on the second story of a large department store several hours later, was because you had yet to. 

She made a face. "No offence, but it's not really your style..."

Sighing, you put it back on the rack. "I know."

Rounding the stand that contained the bikini you'd just put back, you briefly glanced over at the neighboring section, which had swim trunks. Movement had caught your eye, caused by three guys walking through. You barely even paid attention to them at first glance, but the one in the back caught your eye, and you did a double take. 

At this second glance, you saw they were all young, probably close to your age, and very attractive. 'Are they models?' You wondered. But again, it was the one behind the first two that really made you look on in awe. He had muted fluffy purple hair that covered his forehead, and dark eyes that shone like diamonds even from this distance. His soft features and perfect skin made you wonder if he was an angel. His thin white shirt hugged what was probably toned muscle underneath. When the taller of his two friends said something funny, he smiled and oh my God, he had the cutest dimples. 

At that moment, he shifted his eyes up and saw you standing there, staring. Like a deer caught in headlights you froze, embarrassed as fuck you'd been caught. But his smile only widened, and he gave you a slight nod in greeting. 

Ripping your gaze away, you acted like nothing had happened and tried to return to shopping. 

"Oh wow y/n, you saw those guys right?" Jamie exclaimed, following you. "Now that's what I'd call eye can-"

You interrupted her, face flushed, by holding up a pale blue gingham bikini. "What about this?"

Before she could answer, her eyes focused on something behind you, mouth falling open slightly. A deep voice then responded to your question. "I think it looks cute."

You whipped around, only to come face to face with the man you couldn't keep from staring at. Your eyes widened and you gulped, startled. Up close, he was simply breathtaking. Literally; you felt your breathing become strained as your heart pounded in your chest. 

"Th- Thank you, um..?" You stuttered before taking a deep breath.

"Jaehyun." He answered. 

"Ah, Jaehyun." Damn, even his name was cute. You gave him a shaky smile. "So I should get it?"

"Definitely." He encouraged. He then looked to Jamie, who'd been speechlessly watching the exchange. "What do you think?"

Turning around, you waited to see her response. After looking between the two of you for a couple of seconds, she grinned and gave a thumbs up. You weren't sure if she was approving of the bathing suit or... 

"Hey, what are you guys doing the rest of today?" Jaehyun asked. 

"Oh, not much." You replied quickly, not planning to elaborate. 

"We'll just be at the beach!" Jamie said louder and at the same time, speaking over you. "Wanna come with?"

You gave her a look, trying to shut her up. She looked back at you as if to say 'what?'

He smiled. "Sure. Let me ask the boys if it's okay with them."

He beckoned the two of them over, who didn't hesitate to comply. Jamie introduced you and her to the group, as you were still majorly distracted by the million thoughts running through your head. The tallest of the three then introduced himself as Johnny, a friendly guy with a round face and sculpted arms that were on full display thanks to the tank he wore. The other was Mark, who shyly said hi to you and Jamie. He had a boyish and youthful aura about him that made you immediately assume he was the youngest. They both readily agreed to head to the beach. 

Still not fully registering what had just happened, you walked to the check out in a near trance and bought your swimsuits. Then you exited the mall, and made your way to the parking lot. Jaehyun went to get his car while the rest of you waited at Jamie's. When he pulled up, the guys got in. After quickly entering her car with her, Jamie pulled out of the parking lot and followed them as they lead the way to the beach.

"Y/n, you okay?" She asked, taking her eyes off the road for a split second to glance at your face. Your prolonged silence had prompted her to speak.

You removed yourself from your racing thoughts. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just surprised."

She grinned. "Well, today's not gonna be boring, that's for sure. It'll be a lot more eventful than if we'd hung out at the beach by ourselves."

You nodded in agreement. You knew there wasn't much harm in doing this - there would be plenty of people on the beach around you - they couldn't try anything. And besides, you didn't even get those vibes from them. That wasn't what made you uneasy. It was the thought of spending a day at the beach with such attractive guys that made the tips of your ears turn pink and your heart rate increase. You just prayed you wouldn't say or do something utterly embarrassing. 

Jamie drove into the public beach parking behind their car, parking a few spaces away from them. Exiting the car, you and her first made your way to the bathrooms to change. This beach was well maintained, a stone walkway lead to them and then continued on and up to a wide bridge that arched over the barrier dunes and then down onto the sand. Palm trees provided shade, which was made good use of as it seemed wherever a tree cast a shadow there was a cool bench to sit. 

Locking yourself into a stall in the women's bathroom, you undressed and then pulled on your brand new swimsuit. Thankfully, despite not being able to try it on in the store, it fit extremely well. The gingham pattern, pale blue color, and small ruffles on the waistband and straps made you conclude this was the cutest bikini you'd ever seen. Exiting the stall, you briefly peered into the mirror above the sinks to pull your hair into two low pigtails. 

Turning back around, you found Jamie standing there in her new suit, smiling at you. 

"Ready y/n?" She asked. 

You took a breath before replying. "Yep."

Arm in arm, you walked out to meet the boys, who'd already changed and were standing there waiting, beach bags in hand. Johnny got excited as he spotted you both and practically ran towards beach, Mark trying to keep up with him. Jaehyun looked unbothered as he stayed behind to walk at a normal pace with you. By the time you'd crossed over the sand dunes and strolled onto the beach, Mark and Johnny had already found a good place a little ways away to set up. They'd brought two large towels, big enough for multiple people to sit on, and had spread them out over the sand.

Jaehyun sat down on one, then patted the ground next to him, motioning for you to sit next to him. After a few seconds of contemplation you complied, folding your legs to the side as you still kept a couple feet of distance from him. Jamie sat down with Johnny and Mark on the other towel. 

For the next hour or so, the five of you talked about various topics in an effort to learn more about each other. Gradually, you loosened up as you got used to their company. Johnny and Mark were college friends of Jaehyun's, who'd came into town a few days before you to visit him where he now lived on the coast. Funnily enough, the two boys were staying in the same hotel as you and Jamie while they did so - it was the closest to Jaehyun's apartment.

Noon came and went, and the air continued to heat up around you until it was unbearable. You looked out at the ocean water longingly,  but didn't want to leave by yourself, and the others seemed to be having such a great time...

Glancing over at you, Jaehyun made a suggestion. "Who's up for the water?" 

Despite your assumptions, the agreement was unanimous. As one, you all rose and ran towards the rolling sea, chasing each other. Diving into the waves, you ran out until the water was up to your waist. Johnny swam out farther than any of you, while Jamie and Mark stayed in slightly shallower water. 

You heard the sound of someone sloshing around in the water directly behind you. Spinning around, you were met with his chest - his white shirt was now wet and you could see some of the muscles through it - as your eyes widened and you looked up into Jae's eyes. He smiled down at your face, less than a foot away, dimples on full display. 

"Hi." He said in a way that made your heart melt. Then: "Feel better?" 

"Y- yeah, it was really hot before." Your words betrayed your body - being in the water wasn't cooling you off at all anymore. 

You stood there for a few awkward moments in silence, not knowing what to say. 

"Um-" You began. 

"Woah y/n look out!" He cut you off, sudden panic on his face as he closed the small distance between the two of you.

Suddenly, a large wave crashed into your back. It pushed you straight into the only thing that would keep you standing - his body. Instinctively, you gripped onto his shirt tightly so you didn't fall, tugging it towards you. He didn't hesitate to wrap his strong arms around your waist to steady you. Only after the wave had passed did you realize what you'd done, quickly releasing the fabric from your hands. But he didn't let go. 

"Are you okay?" He asked, worry in his tone.

You nodded, heart pounding loudly in your ears. However, you were shaking slightly. 

He began leading you back towards the shore, not convinced. Stumbling onto the hot sand, he guided you back to the towels, sitting you down once you got there. Getting a smaller towel, he wrapped it around you so you could dry off, then he sat down next to you. 

You looked at him, embarrassed. "You can go back if you want, I'll be fine here."

"No, I'm good." He leaned back a bit. "I'm not much of a swimmer anyways."

He then lifted his arm and ran his fingers through his damp hair, brushing it back off his forehead. You gulped, incredibly bothered by the motion. 

He looked at you with a slight smirk. "Thirsty?"

"Yeah." You replied. 

Smirk widening, he handed you an unopened water bottle. You drank, trying desperately to calm down. 

Jamie ran up to you, Mark following close behind. "Y/n are you okay?" She asked, confused and concerned. "What happened?"

You explained without including the details that made you blush when you thought of them. She sat on the towel next to you, deciding not to go back out. Mark followed suit and shortly after Johnny joined you again when he realized everyone was out of the water.

After a bit, you began to get hungry and got up to try and find some food. Luckily, there was a food truck nearby with some cheap lunch. Returning to the towels, you ate in relative silence as the sun moved slowly west overhead. The rest of the afternoon was spent walking, playing with a frisbee, and sunbathing. You noticed Jaehyun seemed to be keeping you within a few feet of him the entire time, never leaving you alone or with the others. Even when you went back out with Jamie into the shallow water, he followed - even though he tried to appear like he wasn't. 

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Once the sun went down, everything was packed up and taken back to the cars. You threw back on your shorts from earlier before heading to a nearby bar, open to the sea and cool night air. It was already crowded with many tourists, and once you entered you quickly lost sight of the others,  later catching a glimpse of Jamie talking to Johnny off to the side with a drink in hand. 

Seeing the bar, you made your way over to it by yourself and sat on one of the barstools. You beckoned the bartender over to order your drink. 

"What can I get for you?" She asked, polishing a glass. 

"A margarita please." you answered.

She then looked at the seat next to you. "And you sir?"

"A margarita for me too, thanks." A familiar voice answered. 

You turned around in your seat to face Jaehyun, blinking at him.

He smiled and nodded in greeting, those adorable dimples reappearing on the corners of his mouth. Feeling your face heat up, you quickly turned to look at the bartender as she made your identical drinks. 

You cleared your throat a little. "So... you like margaritas too?"

He chuckled softly at your attempt to break the awkwardness. "Truthfully, I've never tried one. Thought tonight was good first time."

You could feel his eyes on you, boring into your soul in an attempt to get your attention. When you couldn't take it any longer and tilted your head to look at him, his eyes immediately met yours. A slight smirk spread across his lips.

When your drinks were served, he was the first to take a sip, eyes not leaving you for a millisecond. You drank and shifted in your seat, fully aware of how he was checking you out as his eyes began to roam. You wondered if maybe you should've put on a shirt over your bikini top to cover yourself better. But that thought was quickly dismissed as a new one took its place. You liked it - the way his attention was focused on no one but you. There were plenty of other hot girls there that night,  but he paid them no mind. 

The hours drifted by as those around you melted away and it felt like you and Jae were the only two in the entire world. The music and voices of patrons were only a buzz in the distant background as you focused on his soft words. You found you enjoyed each others company - he made you comfortable with the idea of spending as much time in it as possible. 

When the clock struck ten, you could feel the beginnings of fatigue creeping into your mind. An incoming text made his phone buzz. He checked it, relaying the message to you after briefly lifting up his eyebrows in surprise.

"Your friend's heading back to the hotel with Johnny and Mark, she's driving them there."

"Oh!" You replied in surprise, glancing around the bar but finding them already gone. You knew what was probably going to happen to Jamie, but you didn't voice it. 

He looked at you for about a minute before speaking again, slowly. "Do you.. wanna come to my place?"

You met his eyes again, heart and mind racing at his invitation. The implications of his question didn't slip by you, they were fully realized. Still, it didn't take you long to make up your mind - in fact, you'd already made it before he'd asked. 

"Yes." You replied. 

He smiled wide and grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. You quickly slid off your barstool and exited the bar, making for the car. You giggled as he pulled you along. The moon shone down on you from high overhead, lighting the way. Once reaching the car, he opened the passenger door for you and you hopped inside as he then closed it and rounded the car to his seat. Getting in, he started the car and drove out onto the road towards his apartment. 

Your mind raced as you made the silent drive to his apartment, listening to the low sounds of the radio coming through the speakers. It only took a few minutes before he was parking, getting out, and coming around to help you out of the car. Grasping your hand tightly again, he lead you into the building. The lobby of his apartment had only dim lights on at this time to illuminate the room. No one was around. Jaehyun took a left after guiding you through the main doors. 

"This way." He practically whispered, taking you into the elevator. 

He hit the three and the doors closed, leaving you alone in the small space with him for a few moments. He didn't waste any time in turning you around to face him, closing the gap between you. Locking his lips with yours in a heated first kiss, he backed you up into the elevator wall, driving you up it slightly with his strong arms. You instinctively wrapped your limbs around his body to steady yourself and kissed him back. You could taste both him and the drink he'd had at the bar - the mixture was heavenly. 

A ding signified your arrival at his floor, forcing you to part. Thankfully for the both of you, his door wasn't too far away. Pulling you down the hall quickly, Jae stopped at his door and took out his keys, fumbling with them for a few seconds as he tried to rush. When the door was unlocked, he pushed it open, letting you both walk through before harshly closing it again. 

For the few seconds it took for him to throw the keys on a small table next to the door you glanced around the dark apartment. Through a cracked door to your left you could make out a bathroom. A small kitchen stretched across most of the right wall from the door, a long bar separating it from the rest of the room. In this main room was both his living area and bedroom. His bed was pushed up against the farthest wall, which was taken up entirely by two giant windows. The moonlight shone through them, illuminating a balcony on the other side that looked out into the night and the street below, where palm trees waved back and forth in a light breeze. 

The sudden grip of his large hand on your waist from behind made you jump. He spun you around, and gave you that soul piercing stare that made all your self-control fade away. You leaned in this time, seeing a smirk spread across his face right before you closed your eyes. As soon as your lips brushed against his again, he picked up were you'd left off, kissing you relentlessly and leaving you breathless. Slowly, he backed you up further into the apartment until the backs of your legs bumped up against the edge of the bed as you struggled to bring air to your lungs. 

He lifted you just enough to clear the mattress and sit you down on top of it. Climbing onto it himself, he gently laid you down onto the sheets underneath him. He kept himself up with his knees, one on each side of you as he started to move his plush lips down to your neck. He proceeded to mark you, painting several dark spots onto your skin that would surely be there the next day. 

"Ah, Jae." You moaned out for the first time, when the tenseness that had been building between your legs became too much to stay silent.

He paused. "What is it princess?" 

"I need..." You began, heating up at the petname.

"Yes?" He asked patiently, waiting for your commanding words. He smiled down at you, raising a hand to your cheek to stroke it soothingly. 

"You." You finished, meeting his gaze. "I need you."

He smiled wider. "Sure thing."

Removing his hand from your face, he moved it down to the waistband of your shorts. Unbuttoning them with both hands, he slipped them off and down your ankles with ease. Placing his strong hand on your upper thigh, he spread it away from the other and began moving his fingers closer to your heat. Shivering at his touch, you sunk deeper into the bedsheets. He let his fingertips get to the edge of your bikini bottoms, but stopped there, teasing you. 

"Hey-" You breathed, scolding him when you realized what he was doing.

He looked down at you, hair messily splayed around your head as your chest rose and fell beneath him. Your skin was beginning to glisten with perspiration, your eyelashes fluttering slightly every time you blinked your half-closed eyes. "Hm?"

You took a moment to respond. "Touch me Jae."

He smiled a dark smile as he brushed your bikini bottoms to the side. The first touch of his fingertips against your slick clit had you lifting your hips up off the bed, curses falling from your lips. He forced them back down, pinning you to the bed with his body. He quickly resumed his actions, running his fingers back and forth over your folds as you moaned at the pleasure. He then suddenly inserted a finger into your dripping core. 

"Ah-" You gasped in surprise as he continued, using his thumb to trace circles across your clit. It was all too much for you to handle. He watched as you gradually lost control beneath him, writhing about in pleasure. The dangerous combination of things he was doing to you quickly brought your first high like a rising wave that crashed into the beach before it. 

You didn't have time to warn him before your walls clamped down on his finger and your juices spilled out onto his hand, sheets, and down your legs. He let you ride out your orgasm and calm all the way down before removing his finger and sitting up, licking every last bit of you from his fingers. You peered down the bed at him, watching in fascination as he lapped it up like a man starved.

"Shit, you taste good." He complimented, making your face feel flushed. 

When his hand was clean, he bent down and stuck his head between your legs. A second later, you felt the flick of his tongue on your inner thigh. He left a trail of wet kisses up it, making his way back up to your heat. Without warning, you felt his lips brush against your folds as he proceeded to use his tongue to clean you up as best he could. His hot breath against your pussy made you squirm and draw your legs up closer to your chest. Once satisfied he sat up again, licking the last of you from his lips. 

He then repositioned himself above you. Removing his swim trunks, his hard member sprung free and stood erect, precum trickling from its pink tip. Slipping a couple of fingers into the waistband of your bikini bottoms, he pulled then down your legs, leaving them with your shorts at your ankles. Lining up with your entrance, he held himself up with his strong arms, caging you in. You looked up at him, his faded purple hair messy across his face. He gave you a reassuring smile - dimples and all - before pushing into you with ease and rolling his hips down onto yours. Matching the pace he set, you pulled his face back down to yours to kiss him again, softer this time. He complied, kissing you deeper and slower as he pushed further into you with each thrust.

When he bottomed out, he speed up the movement of his hips, gripping yours to bring them closer to his. The lewd sounds of sex filled the apartment, combined with both of your increasingly loud moans.

"Jae." You moaned out, breaking your kisses. You felt the tenseness building in your abdomen again. 

He groaned as you felt him twitch inside you. "Fuck, you sound so hot saying my name like that."

He then hit your g-spot with the tip of his cock, pushing you over the edge. You came undone all at once, flexing your walls around him, gasping for air. Seconds later, hot strings of his cum shot through you, spilling out onto the bed along with your own. Riding out your orgasms simultaneously, your heavy breathing gradually quieted until he pulled out and sat up on the bed beside you. Watching him slide off the edge and stand up, your eyes followed him as he made his way to the bathroom entrance, ducking in for a second and returning with a towel.

Climbing back onto the bed, he leaned over you and gently cleaned you up with the towel, being extra careful around your sore clit. When most of it was wiped up, he discarded the towel onto the floor and laid down next to you. You rolled onto your side to look at him in the moonlight.

His skin had a visible sheen to it and his hair was a fucking mess - it stuck partially to his damp skin. But that only made his perfectly sculpted features more beautiful. You felt him wrap his arm around your naked waist, holding you to his body. Brushing a loose strand of hair away from your face, he spoke for the first time in minutes.

"Let's do this again tomorrow."

In your fucked out state, you couldn't respond with much else than an excited nod as you snuggled up to him. He gently kissed your swollen lips, happy. 

Brushing your nose with his, he whispered: "Night y/n." 

You replied by kissing him back, closing your eyes, and drifting off to sleep in his arms. 

[hyogonokitsune]

blush -- suna rintarou x reader

here’s some soft suna smut, go fetch!

edit: here’s pt 2 and pt 3

virginity loss, slight praise kink, oral (f receiving), whoops! rintarou has feelings

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You were not quite sure how you all ended up on this topic, but it didn’t surprise you one bit that Atsumu was the one to bring it up.

“So how old were ya when ya lost it?” he asked with a grin on his face.

Suna glanced up at the sky as he thought about his answer. “Fourteen, I guess.”  

“Ugh, man! You beat me!” Atsumu groaned in annoyance. “I was fifteen.” It was slight, but you caught Suna giving him a self-satisfied smirk. Atsumu turned to his brother next. “What about you, ‘Samu? I don’t think I ever asked.”

“Pfft, like hell I’d ever tell you,” was the only response he gave.

The four of you were walking through Inarizaki’s dark campus together after the team’s evening practice. It was early autumn, and although the days were still warm, the temperature at night was beginning to dip lower and lower. You shivered as a crisp breeze blew past, digging your hands further into your jacket pockets.

“What about you, y/n?” Atsumu asked, peering down at you. “How old were ya?”

You had hoped he’d forgotten about you, but now that he had directly asked you could feel your cheeks reddening slightly. “I, uh, I haven’t done it yet,” you answered sheepishly.

“What, seriously?! You’re a virgin?” Atsumu’s eyes widened in surprise, but they quickly squinched shut when Osamu smacked him on the back of the head.

“Yell it a bit louder, why don’t ya? I don’t think everyone on campus heard you, dumbass.”

“Ouch, sorry,” Atsumu muttered in apology, but your blush had already deepened. “I’m just a little shocked to learn that our precious manager is a virgin.”

“It’s not really that big of a deal, honestly,” Suna said, his voice low. It was a little unusual to hear him defend anyone, but you were grateful for it all the same.

“Ya know, y/n, if ya ever wanna lose your virginity, I’d be happy to help out,” Atsumu said, giving you a salacious smirk. You rolled your eyes at his offer, a small laugh escaping from your lips as you flicked him on the side of his head.

The path split then, and Suna turned left to continue on by himself to the campus dorms. He waved goodnight to the three of you, and you noticed that his eyes lingered on you for half a second too long before he turned away.

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 Click, click, click

Your thumb pressed repeatedly on the end of your pen as you stared hard at the words in front of you.

“Hey, knock it off.” You looked up at the sound of Suna’s voice, his irritation plain on his face. “It’s annoying.”

The two of you were sitting on the floor of his room, Suna propped up against his bed and you leaning against the opposite wall. Loose sheets of paper and an open textbook were on the floor between you as you both studied for an exam the next day.

“Sorry, I didn’t even realize I was doing it,” you muttered, turning your attention back to Suna’s notebook on your lap. You were reading through it, checking that there wasn’t anything he had written down that you had missed in class. In truth, you were finding it hard to concentrate on the notes, as something else was nagging at your thoughts. You hadn’t been able to shake the conversation you’d had the other night, and despite Atsumu’s suggestion, he wasn’t the one you had been thinking about since then.

You had heard rumors around campus, and stories from some of the girls in your classes. At first it had made you a little uncomfortable to know such personal details about someone you had to see every day, especially since he wasn’t aware that you knew, but over time you gradually got used to it, and you were beginning to wonder about what it might be like to experience that firsthand. You were sure that it wouldn’t get out. After all, those rumors that you had heard had come from the girls themselves, never him; if you didn’t tell anyone, no one would ever have to know about it. Besides, after two and a half years spent on the same team, you two had grown rather close. There were few people that you could trust more than him, and, in your opinion at least, that was the most important factor influencing your decision.

You just had to think of a way to tell him.

Suna’s low voice cut through the silence in the room. “Maaan, I’m beat. What time is it?” he asked, stretching his arms over his head.

You glanced at your watch, sighing a bit when you saw how late it was. “Half past ten.”

“Fuck.” He rubbed at his eyes. “I think we’ve crammed as much as we possibly can for tonight.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” you replied as you stood up. The two of you started tidying up his room, and you gathered your books and pens into your bag.

“You want me to walk you to the bus stop?”

“No, I’ll be alright.”

“’Kay.”

You had your hand on the doorknob, ready to leave, but you found yourself unable to turn it.

“Suna?”

“Hmm?” he hummed, and when he turned to look at you, you felt an unexpected surge of confidence well up inside. If you didn’t tell him now, you didn’t think you’d ever be able to.

Dropping your hand from the doorknob, you angled your shoulders to face him head on, willing yourself to look him in the eye. “I want you to take my virginity.”

There was a slight widening of his eyes, almost imperceptible, but you caught it before his face fell back into its usual indifferent mask. There was a moment or two of silence, and you tried to keep yourself from panicking; maybe he was just trying to gauge how serious you were.

Eventually he spoke, the corner of his lip quirking up into a cheeky grin. “You sure you don’t want Atsumu to be the one?”

You couldn’t stop your eyes from rolling. “I think I’d rather die, if I’m being honest.”

Suna laughed then, short but genuine, and you felt the tension ease from your shoulders. “I’ll do it, if that’s really what you want.”

You gave him a quick nod, hand reaching towards the door again.

“Come back here tomorrow.”

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 You knocked twice on Suna’s door and it opened almost immediately. He must have just recently gotten out of the shower because his hair was still damp, a droplet of water clinging to a lock of hair next to his cheek as he stared down at you.

“I was half-expecting you not to show up,” he said, a slight smile on his lips.

“Why wouldn’t I?” you asked as you squeezed past him to step into the room; he offered no response.

You dropped your bag and blazer onto his desk chair, and when you turned around Suna had moved into the center of the room, within arm’s reach.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” There was an uncharacteristic note of concern in his voice that made your heart melt.

You gave a slight nod, a small smile on your face. “I’m sure.”

Those two words were all he needed.

Suna closed the gap between you in one step. His left hand came to rest on your waist, his right moving up to cup your cheek as he leaned down to place his lips on yours. His kiss was unexpectedly soft, and you couldn’t stop a tiny gasp from escaping you in surprise. This wasn’t a Suna that you were familiar with; this was a Suna that was unbelievably tender with his touch, but you could feel a more passionate side simmering just beneath the surface by the way that his fingers ever so slowly applied pressure to your waist.

Unconsciously, your hands moved first to his shoulders, then to the back of his head, where your fingers buried themselves in his damp hair. Your touch encouraged him to draw you in closer, his arm snaking around your waist to press you against his body. His kisses were becoming firmer now, deeper, more urgent, his tongue slipping past your lips to brush against yours.

A feeling of warmth was in your chest now, spreading down throughout your body, and with it came a sudden feeling of uncertainty. Suna broke away from you and stepped back to sit on the edge of his bed, and the sight of him there suddenly stole away all the confidence you had felt earlier.

“Come here,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. The sound of it made your legs feel weak, but you forced yourself to step towards him. His hands moved to your hips, intending to pull you closer, but you put your palms on his shoulders to brace yourself.

“Wait a minute,” you said, a little breathless.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I just…” Your voice trailed off and you swallowed hard. “I’m just a little nervous.”

You were embarrassed to admit it, but to your surprise Suna smiled, and the gentleness on his face was reassuring. “Yeah, I think it’s normal to be a little nervous.” One of his hands left your hip to move to your elbow. His fingers dragged lightly down your forearm and wrapped around your wrist, so that he could lift your hand and press it against his chest. “I’m a little nervous, too.” You could feel his heart against your palm, beating a little faster and harder than normal. The proof of his own anxiety made all of your apprehensions disappear, and you leaned down to kiss him. Before he could deepen it, you broke away again.

“Suna?”

“Hmm?”

“Could we turn the light off?”

“Of course,” he grinned, leaning over to switch off the lamp on his bedside table.

The room became dark, but the sun had only recently dipped below the horizon and your eyes quickly adjusted to the cold blue light coming in through the window. Suna’s body was outlined against the bed, his features hazy in the dim lighting, but his eyes were clear as he gazed up at you, imploring you to come closer.

He guided you down onto his lap, one of his hands on each of your thighs to place them at his sides. His kisses were needier now, almost hungry in the way that his mouth moved against yours. His hands slid up to rest on your hips once more, and when he slowly tugged them closer, dragging you over his hardening cock, you couldn’t stop the moan that bubbled up from your chest. You could feel him grinning against your lips, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed, not when the feeling of his body under your hands was causing that heat to grow in your core.

“Does that feel good, baby?” Suna asked, his voice breathy and low. A blush crept up your face at his words, the tone of them so much more intimate than anything you’d heard before. You grinded against him again, causing him to moan lightly into your mouth.

Your hands slid down to press against his chest, fingers clutching at the fabric of his shirt. He paused kissing you just long enough to take his shirt off, tossing it onto the floor before grabbing your waist and drawing you in even closer. Tentatively, you brought your hands back to his chest. The heat of his skin, the pounding of his heart, his heavy breaths emboldened you, prompting you to explore more of his body. Your fingers traveled lightly over his chest, across his collarbones, onto his shoulders, across the back of his neck, down to his shoulder blades; every place you touched gave way to growing desire.

Suna’s hands wandered up your stomach and over your breasts to undo the buttons of your blouse, but he couldn’t undo them fast enough for you; you suddenly couldn’t stand another moment with the fabric between you, you needed to feel your skin pressed up against his now. Your fingers moved to the bottom of your blouse and quickly worked their way upwards, meeting his in the middle before tearing the shirt from your body.

His eyes roamed over you and he whispered something that you couldn’t quite hear. Before you could say anything, his head moved to your neck, pressing hot kisses into your skin, down the column of your throat and over your collarbones. The top of his head tickled under your chin, making you giggle; his lips left your shoulder with a wet sound as he turned his face up to look at you, but you dug your nails into his arms and whimpered at the loss of his touch.

“Please don’t stop,” you breathed.

Suna gripped you tightly around your waist to lift you off of him and shift you so you were lying down on the bed, his body leaning over you. Pulling one of your legs up so that he could position himself between them, he resumed kissing your neck, his warm breath tickling your ear. His hands worked their way down your sides, a trail of goosebumps left in their wake, to come to rest at the waistband of your skirt. He lifted his head to kiss you on the lips briefly before carefully tugging your skirt down over your hips and off your legs. His eyes lingered on your purple lace panties, moved up to your matching bra, and finally to meet your own gaze.

“These are cute,” he said with a smirk, one finger lifting up the band of your panties and letting it snap against your skin.

“Shut up,” you groaned, covering your blushing face with your arm.

“Did you match these just for me?” he teased.

“I said shut up, Rintarou!”

You heard a sharp intake of breath, and lowered your arm to see that the look on his face had shifted into completely unconstrained desire. He kissed you then, tongue forcing its way into your mouth, greedily swallowing your moans. You could feel yourself getting wetter as he pressed his cock in-between your legs; the sensation was becoming almost too much to bear.

Suna pulled away suddenly, and a thin strand of saliva briefly connected your mouths, glinting in the low light. “Hey, do you want me to wear a condom?” he asked, rubbing his thumb slowly over your bottom lip.

“Oh!” You were lying in his bed half naked, and his tongue had just been in your mouth, but for some reason that question made you feel shy all of a sudden. “You don’t have to, if you don’t want to. I’m, uh… I’m on the pill,” you told him, feeling your cheeks heat up again. He only nodded once before leaning in to kiss you again.

One of his hands slowly slid up your side to your breast, his thumb rubbing over your nipple through the fabric of your bra. When he broke the kiss to move his lips to your neck, you leaned forward slightly to unhook your bra, tossing it on the floor with the rest of your clothes. Suna sucked in a breath at the sight of you, gazing at you almost reverently before placing his lips back on your throat, letting his hand blindly fondle your breast. Moving slowly, he made his way down your throat and over your collarbones, planting sloppy kisses every few inches, until his tongue was swirling small circles around your nipple, feeling it grow harder at his touch. At the same time, his other hand was pressing into your hip, fingers digging insistently into the soft flesh. That hand now started moving down over the outside of your thigh, pausing almost at the knee before running back up along the inside.

You gasped when he touched your clothed pussy for the first time, his fingers brushing against your clit through the fabric. You would have felt embarrassed at the wetness you felt seeping through your panties, but the feeling of having him touch you in so many places was too good for you to care. He was rubbing circles around your clit, causing a knot to form deep in your stomach. You reached with both hands into his hair, gripping the back of his head tightly as a pitiful whimper escaped you.

“Oh, Rintarou…”

“What is it, baby?” He leaned forward to plant a kiss on your cheek, his hand still working slowly between your legs. “What do you need?”

Another pitiful sound left your mouth and your nails dug into his shoulders. He sat up straight, his free hand coming to rest on your leg as his other continued to draw soft moans out of you.

A new feeling had settled in your chest, a need that you had never experienced before. It wasn’t enough to have him simply touch you; you needed to feel him inside of you.

“Rin, please,” you practically begged him, reaching towards the waistband of his sweatpants.

He gently pushed your hands away, a low chuckle rising in his throat. “You’re not ready yet, baby,” he told you in a soft voice. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Groaning, you fell back into the pillow, your breath coming out harder as he started kissing the inside of your thigh, slowly, painfully slowly, moving closer to where the heat was pooling between your legs. Both of his hands now hooked under your thighs to rest on top of your hip bones, pinning you in place. He kept his eyes on your face as his tongue ran almost lazily over your panties.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, head tilting back and eyes squeezing shut.

“You’re already so wet,” he murmured, and you could hear the smile in his voice. He was still licking you agonizingly slowly, relishing the way you squirmed around him. “Do you want me to taste you, baby?”

“Mm hmm,” you answered, a little too quickly in your eagerness to have him touch more of you. He moved one of his hands to hook a finger under your panties, pulling them to the side to reveal your glistening pussy.

His mouth was on your bare clit now, and the sensation was overwhelming. It was different from all the times you had pleasured yourself; this was warm and wet and achingly soft, and it was causing the coil in your stomach to rapidly tighten. He hummed lightly, the vibrations running over your clit and causing you to practically scream. When he lifted his face away from you, you nearly cried. He slid your panties down your legs and tossed them on the floor, leaving you completely bare before him.

Suna leaned back down, tongue running up and down your folds, swirling around your clit, kissing all over your pussy. Every single contact made your back arch, made your hands grip the sheets a little more tightly. He traced a finger along the edge of your pussy, gathering up the wetness before slowly pressing it into you. You clenched around him as his finger curled up to press into the soft spot within you, the spot that made your breath catch in your throat. You opened your eyes to look down at him; his mouth and finger were still at work on your pussy, but his gaze was trained on your face, sage-colored eyes glinting in the dark.

The coil in your stomach finally snapped, your orgasm falling over you in waves of intense pleasure. Your toes curled, legs tensed up around his head, hands reached down to wind into his soft hair.

“Rin-Rintarou!”

Suna kept his face pressed into your pussy, sucking gently on your clit as you came around his finger. The overstimulation was becoming too much, and your breath was coming out in labored sobs.

“Rin, p-please, stop!”

Immediately, he pulled away, crawling over your body to kiss you hard on the mouth. “I like the way you taste, cutie,” he sighed into your ear, nuzzling at your neck. “And I love the way you moan for me.”

You were panting, still coming down from your high. Suna’s hand came up to caress your face, thumb rubbing gently over your cheekbones. He waited for your breathing to even out before sitting up to remove his pants. You couldn’t help but stare at the way his cock looked; you had no reference point, but you were pretty sure he was above average.

He lazily stroked his cock with one hand as he shifted your legs with the other, positioning himself close to your entrance. He dragged the head over your pussy, coating it with the wetness there.

Suna was looking straight at you again. “Are you ready?” he asked, his voice breathless.

“Yes,” you told him. He leaned down to plant one more kiss on your lips, before slowly pressing his cock into you.

All the time he spent pleasuring you already ensured that you were relaxed enough to take him, but even so, he went slow. He sank in a few inches before pausing, allowing you to adjust to his size as he peppered your face with kisses, before giving you some more. It took a full minute before he completely joined his hips to yours, a soft groan escaping his lips.

“Are you okay, baby?” he asked, his voice impossibly soft.

“Yeah.” You gave him a small smile, hands running up the backs of his arms to rest on his shoulder blades. It felt so incredibly good to finally have him inside you, to fill you up completely. There had been a slight pressure when he first entered you, but that was subsiding now, and you could fully enjoy the way his cock stretched you out.

Suna pulled his hips away from you, his cock dragging slowly along your sensitive walls. The loss of him drew a soft whimper out of you, turning into a moan when he pushed back in. His pace was unhurried at first, but with each breathy sigh you made he increased his speed, pulling out a little further each time.

“Rin, oh, oh…”

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he moaned, lips capturing yours in a wet kiss. “You feel so good, baby.”

He bent down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth with just enough pressure to make your spine arch, fingers gripping his shoulders tightly to let him know that you wanted more.

“Rin, I-I… oh god-”

He straightened back up so he could look into your face, his thumb and forefinger continuing to play with your nipple. “Does that feel good?” he asked in a low voice. You nodded, eyes squeezed tight against the pleasure, and another soft whimper left your throat. “You’re taking my cock so well, baby,” he murmured; you could feel the knot in your stomach tighten at his praise. “Do you want more?”

“Yes, please, please…”

He quickened his pace even more, hips snapping into yours hard enough now to apply deliciously pleasant friction to your clit. You couldn’t have stopped the sounds leaving your mouth even if you wanted to; every thrust of his cock made you come undone a little more. The pleasure radiated throughout your entire body, making you feel slightly lightheaded.

Suna placed both hands on the backs of your knees and lifted them, pressing your legs towards your chest. The new angle of your hips allowed his cock to press into that spot inside you that made your breath burn in your lungs. The feeling was unbelievable; you had never felt pleasure like this before.

Your eyes snapped open. Suna was staring down, watching his cock sink repeatedly into your dripping wet pussy. When your hand gave his shoulder a small squeeze he looked up, eyes locking with yours. His face was etched with determination, all of his efforts going towards making you feel good. His cheeks were flushed pink, and his eyes contained something that you couldn’t quite place.

“Are you gonna cum for me, princess?” His voice was husky, gaze burning with desire.

“Yes, Rin, please don’t stop,” you breathed out between gasps.

He kept his pace consistent, hitting that sweet spot over and over and over again. Your nails were digging into his back, leaving tiny crescent-shaped indentations in his skin. The knot in your stomach was tightening, tightening, tightening—

“Rintarou!” you cried out as the second orgasm overtook you, breath catching in your chest. Your legs trembled under Suna’s hands as he kept fucking you through it, groaning as your pussy clenched around him.

He could feel himself getting closer. He slowed his pace, leaning over to press hard kisses into your neck as you came down from your high. When your breathing started to even out, his lips moved up over your jaw and to your mouth. You kissed him greedily, hands moving to entwine themselves in his hair.

“Where do you want me to cum?” he asked, voice slightly hoarse. He was still moving against you, cock pumping slowly in and out of your pussy.

“Ah… oh,” was all you could manage to squeak out.

“Hmm?” He nuzzled his nose against your neck, warm breath tickling your skin. “Where, baby?”

“Inside… I want you to cum inside me,” you whispered.

With a groan, Suna started thrusting into you harder again. The wetness between your legs was audible with each stroke of his cock, and the sound of it only made him come closer to the edge. The sensation against your clit was pushing you into overstimulation, tears springing up in the corners of your eyes from the sheer pleasure. You reached down with one hand to grasp at his thigh, nails digging into the muscles working to join him to you, desperately trying to pull him closer, closer.

“God, I’m so close…” he murmured, face held so near to yours that your noses bumped each time he pounded into you.

“Oh, you feel so good,” you moaned.

“Can you say my name, baby?” His voice was hardly above a whisper.

“Rin,” you sighed, and his hips snapped into you almost urgently. “Please cum, Rin, I want you to cum for me…”

He buried his face in your neck, groaning deeply as he came. “Fuck.” You could feel his cock throbbing inside you, hot cum spurting deep into your pussy.

He was still for a moment, breathing hard against your skin, before slowly pulling out and rolling over to lie beside you. You felt some of his cum drip out of you, blushing at the sensation. The two of you were silent for a while, your panting breaths the only sounds in the room.

“How was that?” Suna asked eventually, turning onto his side to face you. You suddenly found yourself unable to look at him, pressing your face instead into the crook of his neck and humming contentedly. He chuckled softly and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to him. “I wasn’t too rough with you, was I?” he asked, an uncharacteristic note of concern in his voice.

“Not at all,” you told him. “I liked it.”

You fell silent again. With your body pressed up against his, you could feel the beat of his heart, slowly steadying from its rapid pace. His skin was so warm, and you didn’t even mind the slight sheen of sweat covering both your bodies. You took a breath, inhaling his scent; you couldn’t describe what he smelled like, you just knew that he smelled good.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but you must have been lying there for at least a quarter hour. You lifted your head to look at him and saw that his eyes were closed. Did he fall asleep?

“Rin?” you asked tentatively.

“Hmm?” His response was a low rumble in his chest; you could feel the vibrations against your palm. His eyes were still closed.

“Why were you nervous before?” You wriggled in his arms a bit, trying to get a better view of his face. “I mean, it wasn’t your first time.”

He opened his eyes, only to glance at you briefly before turning his head to look up at the ceiling. “It was my first time with you,” he mumbled, so soft you almost didn’t catch it.

With your hand still on his chest you could feel when his heart started beating faster. Peering at his face in the dark, you could have sworn you saw Suna Rintarou blush.

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[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Words: 5,340 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: Hershel's Farm Warnings: Language, domestic violence, fear and anxiety A/N: Here with some Protective!Daryl for ya'll! Summary: When Daryl finds the reader outside in the rain in the middle of the night, he gives her a dry place to sleep, but the next day it causes problems with her asshole of a boyfriend.

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Daryl couldn’t sleep. He’d tossed and turned restlessly in his tent and finally decided to get up and do a perimeter check just for some goddamned thing to do to pass the time. A heavy rain was falling and it bothered him not being able to hear anything over the deluge.

He shouldered his crossbow and sheathed his knife, grabbing his flashlight from its place next to his cot. He slipped out of his tent and started through the maze of tents. That’s when he saw you. It looked like you were sincerely hoping he wouldn’t, like you were trying to blend into the tree trunk you were leaning against, sheltering as much as you could beneath the oak, obviously somewhat wet from the rain and shivering slightly.

Daryl’s brow drew down over his eyes and he headed straight for you. “What the hell are ya doin’ out here alone in the dark in the middle of a damn thunderstorm?”

You didn’t answer but you did raise your eyes to his, hugging your arms more tightly around yourself. He watched another shiver wrack through you. The archer frowned. “Why ain’t ya in with your guy?” he asked, jutting a thumb in the direction of the tent you shared with your boyfriend. Daryl didn’t like him at all... Frankly he thought the guy was a controlling piece of shit, and he had a hunch that he might be worse even than that.

You avoided his eyes again. “We, uhh—had a fight,” you murmured. Daryl could easily read the embarrassment and shame on your face.

“That don’t explain why you’re out here in the rain,” Daryl drawled.

You continued to avoid his eyes and didn’t answer. He could think of a couple reasons why you’d be out here instead of inside the dry tent, and neither of them were good. Either he’d kicked you out or you’d left because you were afraid of him, afraid of what would happen if you stayed. Either way, there was no way in hell Daryl was gonna let you spend the night outside in the cold autumn rain.

“Ya ain’t stayin’ out here in the rain. C’mon,” he said, nudging his head back in the direction of his own tent. He turned to lead the way and glanced back over his shoulder to see you hesitating to follow him. “If ya stay out here all night, all soakin’ wet like ya are, yer gonna catch yer death. C’mon.”

This time you followed him, still shivering.

Daryl held the tent flap open for you and you stepped inside, your arms still wrapped tightly around yourself. He followed and zipped the flap closed on the rain and night. When he turned you were standing awkwardly in the middle of the tent. Daryl set his crossbow down and clicked on the lantern next to his cot. He replaced the flashlight and pulled off his jacket. He held it out to you.

You gave him a questioning look.

“I can see ya shiverin’. Take it. Can’t have ya gettin’ pneumonia. We’ve already gone through too many of Hershel’s antibiotics.”

You accepted it from him. “Thanks,” you said.

He watched you pull it on, anxiously chewing his bottom lip as the fabric swallowed up your frame. He sat down on the floor across from you and pulled his knife out and his sharpening stone, just for something to do. He needed to busy his hands, because with you in that small space with him he was suddenly feeling nervous. “Make yourself at home,” he said, nodding toward his cot on the opposite wall.

You sat down on the edge a little gingerly and watched as he drew the blade of his knife across the stone.

He kept his eyes fixed on what he was doing but his deep voice broke through the pattering of the rain on the tent. “Ya wanna talk about it?”

You shrugged deeper into his jacket. It still held the warmth of his body and it smelled like him—musky leather, campfire smoke, and the outside air. “I don’t know,” you admitted.

The sharp noise of his blade punctuated the silence. “He kick ya out or… did ya need to get out?” This time his eyes flickered up to your face.

He watched you gulp, but you held his eyes. The warm lantern light threw the angles of your face into sharp relief. Your eyelashes cast long shadows on your cheeks.

Daryl’s light blue eyes moved back down to his hands. “S’alright. Ya ain’t gotta say.”

You bit at the inside of your cheek and couldn’t help another shiver that ran up your back. The archer looked up at you again immediately, concern furrowing his brow. He set his knife aside and climbed to his feet.

He unzipped the flap of the tent and stepped out. He met your questioning gaze with a nod. “I’ll be right back.”

This left you alone in his tent for a short time, just the hammering of the rain to keep you company. Your eyes wandered around the contents. It was a little unkempt, with clothes piled haphazardly in one corner and the edges of the canvas floor cluttered with tools and random items. There were half-finished crossbow bolts piled on a box that was serving as a side table, but something beneath them caught your eye. You gently brushed aside the wooden shafts and carefully lifted what had drawn your attention. It was delicate and brittle but you recognized it immediately as you carefully laid it out flat on your palm.

One day in the summer you had been collecting firewood for the group, eager to do something useful and needing some space for a while. You’d come upon a vine bursting with crimson flowers and as you’d stood and admired it, such a simple but beautiful thing, you’d watched hummingbirds flitting between the blossoms.

Wanting to know the name of the plant, you’d plucked a bloom and brought it back to the archer to identify. He’d taken hardly a glance at it before telling you its name. “Coral honeysuckle,” he drawled. “Ya can crush the berries and use ‘em on bee stings.”

“Coral honeysuckle,” you repeated. “There were tons of hummingbirds on it.”

He nodded. “Mhm. They like the nectar,” he said, holding the flower back out to you.

“Keep it,” you said with a smile, “as payment for your identification services.”

Daryl’s heart jumped at the smile on your face and he twirled the bloom between his fingers as he watched you retreat back toward the group.

This looked like the very same flower you had picked. He’d obviously pressed it underneath something to preserve it. The vibrant red petals were only slightly muted in color. He’d kept it all these months? You puzzled over this as you replaced it where you’d found it and arranged the crossbow bolts over it again. It was hard to ignore the warm feeling growing right between your lungs, threatening to spill outward.

A few minutes later, Daryl came into the tent again. There were raindrops on his shirt and caught in his hair. He had a small mug clutched in his hands and you could see spirals of steam rising from the surface. He extended it toward you and you accepted it, puzzled as you looked inside.

“Tea?” you asked, looking back up as Daryl settled onto the floor again.

He nudged his nose up at you in a nod. “Mhm. I dunno if it’s any good. I think it’s some ginger-lemon thing Maggie brought to help with Lori’s nausea. But it’s hot. And you’re still cold,” he said. He felt nervous under the bewildered gaze you were giving him.

This man had just gone out into a thunderstorm to heat water for you and bring you tea simply because he’d seen you shiver. Not to mention that you were wrapped in his coat and he was sheltering you from the storm when your own boyfriend had—his voice broke your train of thought.

“I told ya. Can’t have ya gettin’ sick.” Daryl picked up his knife again and went back to sharpening it.

It was silent for some time as you sipped at the tea and watched the archer work on his knives diligently. You didn’t know that he could feel your eyes on him and it was driving him crazy. His body seemed to respond to you like you were a drug and he was an addict. He did his best to keep it under control. After all, you were technically spoken for, even if the guy was a complete douchebag at best.

But finally you spoke, setting the empty mug aside and sitting farther back on his cot, pulling your boots off and folding your legs under you. “Can I ask you something?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, grabbing the next knife that needed sharpening from its sheath.

“What do you think of—of my boyfriend?” you asked. Your cheeks immediately flushed. You felt stupid even asking the question. You already knew the answer and you knew where this conversation would lead. You knew what you needed to do, but you were afraid to do it. Did you really think someone else saying what you thought out loud was going to somehow give you the courage to go through with what needed to happen?

Daryl’s hands froze and he looked up at you, his eyes narrowed and fixated on your face for a long moment. He averted them back down and resumed his work again just as suddenly as he had stopped. “Don’t matter what I think.”

“It matters to me,” you said quietly.

The silence between you was suddenly thick, like a stagnant room full of humidity, the air heavy. The raindrops on the tent seemed to surround you and insulate you from everything else, from the rest of the world. The atmosphere was almost intoxicating, disorienting.

Eventually, Daryl’s blue eyes lifted again and fell on your face. He sighed heavily. “Ya really want to know what I think?” You nodded. “I think ya deserve better.”

Your heart skipped a beat as your eyebrows lifted in surprise. You’d expected Daryl to call him an asshole. You hadn’t expected that stated so explicitly. And you really didn’t expect him to go on.

“Either he threw ya out of your own damn tent into a thunderstorm in the middle of the night, or ya had to get out because being outside in a thunderstorm in the dark was a better option than bein’ in there with him. What kinda man is that?” He scowled for a moment as he thought about how much he wanted to drag the guy out of your tent, give him a few good punches, and leave his ass in the rain. He turned back to his knives.

You were silent, consumed by your thoughts, but eventually you yawned and Daryl looked up immediately. He systematically put away his tools and then he grabbed some balled up clothes to use as a pillow. He also grabbed his poncho. His eyes lifted and met yours. “Ya take the cot. I’m good down here,” he said.

“Oh, you don’t have to—I’ll go—”

Daryl let out a scoff. “What are ya gonna do? Go sleep out under that tree?” He shook his head and settled down on the floor, leaning back onto the makeshift pillow and draping his arm over his eyes. “Wasn’t a question anyhow. Just get the lantern when you’re settled in.”

You couldn’t help smiling at him on the floor where he was stretched out under his poncho, a knife right beside him. You watched his ribs rise and fall with his breathing a few times and the butterflies in your stomach made you realize that you were most definitely in trouble… in more ways than one.

You clicked off the lantern and laid down on his cot, still wrapped in his coat. You slept peacefully until morning.

_ _ _ _ _ _

You woke early as the orange glow of the sun struck the tent walls and you shot up straight at the sound of Daryl stirring.

He nudged his nose up at you in a greeting and you gave him a small smile. His heart jumped at the sight of you in his jacket, on his cot, that sleepy smile and your tousled hair. He tried to ignore how many times he’d fantasized about this very scene, but with a slightly different context where that was right where you were always supposed to be.

“Hey,” you greeted him.

He stood and shouldered his bow. “I’m gonna go hunt. Ya ain’t gotta get up yet. Sun’s barely up.”

You bent and started pulling your boots on. “It’s alright. I’m already up.” You slipped his jacket off and laid it on his cot. “Thanks,” you murmured, tucking your hair behind your ear and trying to smooth the strands a little self-consciously. “For everything last night.”

He shrugged and chewed his bottom lip a little anxiously. “S’nothin’.” For some reason this made you smile and he thought your cheeks grew a little pink.

“You always downplay everything you do. You shouldn’t,” you said kindly, standing up. “It was way more than nothing.”

Daryl gulped and simply opened the tent flap and stepped out. You followed him and gave him another small smile as he nodded at you one more time and then headed for the woods.

You decided to do some of the morning chores since you were already up and set about gathering more and restacking the fire wood and doing some preparation for breakfast. You grabbed the water canisters and headed toward the well to fill them. You were filling the second container when you heard footsteps in the grass behind you. You turned to see your boyfriend striding straight toward you. Your stomach churned.

“Morning, Y/N,” he said, coming to lean against the side of the well. His affect was flat and you were immediately on edge.

You avoided his eyes and didn’t say anything, just continued your work.

He reached over suddenly and pressed the pump handle down hard to stop the flow of water and your eyes shot up to his face. His expression was dark.

“You know, it’s weird. I got up while it was still dark and went out to look for you. Even went up to the house, but,” he shrugged, “you were nowhere to be seen.”

You stared back at him, your heart starting to rush a little in your chest.

“And I just wondered to myself, ‘Where could my girl have gone?’” He moved toward you, drawing himself up to his full height.

You stared up at him, gulping at the nervous tightness in your throat. “Seeing as you threw me out, I figured you wouldn’t care or come looking,” you said, reaching over and lifting the well handle again to start the flow of water, a little surprised at your own boldness to talk back to him in the way you did.

He immediately slammed the handle back down. “Well, I did. And imagine my surprise this morning when I saw you coming out of Daryl’s tent.”

You gulped.

“As soon as you found an excuse you just went running straight to that dumb redneck, didn’t you? Huh? How long have you been sneaking around behind my back? Did you have a good fuck last night?” He was right in your face now and you recoiled.

“It wasn’t—It wasn’t like that. I didn’t! It was storming. All he did was get me out of the rain. He—he slept on the floor. I just slept on his cot! That’s it,” you said, urgently grabbing the water and trying to rush back toward the tents and the group, sensing sincere danger not far away.

But your progress was stopped when he grabbed your arm and spun you back around. You dropped one of the water containers which spilled its contents onto the ground. “You really think I’m gonna believe that? How stupid do you think I am?” There was rage burning in his eyes. “We have a fight and you think you can go fuck whoever the hell you want? Do I have to remind you who you belong to?!” He was yelling at you now and you tried to pry his hand from your arm. His fingers were digging in painfully.

“I’ve never cheated on you! I wouldn’t—please!”

He sneered. “Why the hell should I believe that?! Huh? You’re mine! I don’t want to see you talking to another man. Hell, if I even catch you looking at that redneck again, you’ll pay for it.”

His grip on your arm felt like it was tightening by the second. “I swear nothing happened! You’re hurting me! Let go!” you pleaded, feeling your eyes going wide with fear.

He growled at you through his teeth. “I can do whatever the hell I want. I’ll break your arm if I want to,” he said viciously, starting to twist your arm behind your back painfully. You couldn’t help crying out, but that was the wrong thing to do, and you knew it.

The next moment you felt a blow across your jaw and tasted blood in your mouth. You fell to the ground, splayed in the dust, narrowly missing cracking your head against the cobbled stone of the well. Your vision was black. You could only hear a high-pitched ringing in your ears.

The blackness dissolved slowly and you climbed desperately to your feet, but another blow landed across your cheek and you fell hard against the stone well this time, your back colliding painfully with the jagged edges of rock. You had an arm up to shield yourself as you tried to orient yourself again, waiting for your vision to clear.

You were waiting for the next blow to come, steeling yourself as best you could, but it never landed. The next thing you knew Daryl had barreled out of nowhere and he had your boyfriend on the ground beneath him, landing blow after blow into his face and body. “You piece of shit! Ya think hittin’ her makes you a fuckin’ man?! I’ll kill you if you ever lay a goddamn hand on her again!”

You watched in stunned horror. The rest of your group members were tearing across the field toward the commotion. They’d heard the yelling and your surprised scream and raced to get to you. Rick and Lori were in the lead and suddenly they were there. Lori grabbed you and helped you to your feet, her face white as a sheet as she looked at you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and supporting you in your daze, leading you slightly back and away from the melee. When you glanced back over at Daryl you saw that he now had his crossbow aimed right at your boyfriend’s head. His chest and shoulders were heaving and every muscle in his arms were tensed. Rick was trying to talk him down.

“Daryl. Daryl, this isn’t the way. Let’s just calm down and we’ll decide together how to deal with him,” Rick was saying softly. “Just put your bow down and we’ll deal with him.”

The muscle in Daryl’s jaw twitched as he clenched his teeth. “This bastard deserves to die,” he growled.

“I know. I know… I see what he did. But we’ll talk about this and decide on it together. Alright? Let’s just calm down for a minute.”

It took everything he had, every bit of willpower not to pull that trigger and end the bastard right there. And if you hadn’t been watching, he might have done it. But he didn’t want you to be afraid of him too. Daryl lowered his bow and Rick pulled him off your boyfriend, who was cowering on the ground with blood pouring down his face from an obviously broken nose. His eyes were already swelling shut.

Rick grabbed him by the front of his shirt and hauled him to his feet. “You are comin’ with me,” Rick growled, dragging him away toward the barn.

Daryl ducked his head, his chest still heaving with exertion, and spared a glance in your direction. Your bottom lip was split and you had a hand pressed over the left side of your face, concealing the already blooming bruises from that asshole’s fist landing on your jaw and cheekbone. His heart ached, his stomach twisted, and he turned and stalked off after Rick.

You avoided the looks of pity and shock that the rest of the group was giving you and did your best to hold in your tears of pain and humiliation. You focused on Lori as best you could.

“Oh my God. Come here, honey. Let me look at you,” Lori said, moving in front of you and pulling your hand away from your face. Next, she noticed that your back was bleeding in a few places where you’d hit the stones and you winced as you tried to straighten up completely. Spots of crimson were staining your shirt. “Oh, Y/N. I’m so sorry. Come on. Let’s go clean you up. Come on.” She wrapped an arm around your shoulders again.

You felt like you were going into shock. You were disoriented. Lori led you up to the farmhouse and called out to Maggie and Hershel as you entered. They both rushed into the front room.

“Oh my God. What happened?” Maggie asked urgently, her eyes going round with horror.

Lori gave her a look and Maggie seemed to understand. There had been suspicions going around the group that perhaps your boyfriend was laying his hands on you occasionally, and they all seemed to now be confirmed.

Lori led you to sit down on a chair in the dining room. The vet-turned-doctor examined your face and determined that, luckily, no bones were out of place, but that you likely had a fractured cheekbone and a concussion, not the mention the injuries to your back and your split lip.

Lori guided you to the bathroom and started the bath tub filling with warm water. “Alright. Climb in there and I’ll be back in to help clean up your back, alright?” she said gently. She left and shut the door softly behind her.

You obediently stripped your clothes off, in a daze still, and stepped into the tub, wrapping your arms around your knees, holding them tightly to your chest. Lori knocked a moment later and you murmured a “come in.” She had a washcloth in one hand and sank down on the edge of the tub, immediately dipping it into the hot water and dabbing at the wounds on your back. The abrasions weren’t too deep, but it looked like most of your back would be badly bruised.

You were grateful she didn’t say anything. You’d seen the expression on her face and that was enough. She sighed heavily and climbed to her feet. “Come on out when you’re ready. Hershel says you can stay in the guest room tonight. We want to keep an eye on you because of that concussion, okay?”

You nodded and rested your chin on your knees. It was right then when the tears finally started pouring down your cheeks and you gasped in a shuddering breath. “Y/N. I’m so sorry this happened to you,” Lori said, rushing right back over and kneeling beside the tub, smoothing a hand over your hair.

“I don’t even recognize who I am anymore,” you said, rushing to wipe the tears that broke free from your eyes. “I think after everything fell apart, I just thought if I didn’t have something to cling onto from before that I—I don’t know—that I wouldn’t make it. But then he just… changed. And it didn’t happen all at once and I think that’s why I didn’t just—it was gradual. I almost didn’t notice it and then all of a sudden he just wasn’t himself anymore.” You hastily wiped at your tears again. “I feel so stupid and embarrassed and ashamed,” you admitted, unable to look at her.

“It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault. And you have nothin’ to feel ashamed about. And it’s all over now, alright? It’s over.”

You gasped in a shaky breath. “If Daryl hadn’t—”

“I know,” she shushed you. “I know. But he did. It’s all gonna be okay now, alright? Get cleaned up and I’ll be right outside in case you need anything.”

You gave her a grateful look and nodded. You sat in the hot water until it started to cool, your mind mostly blank. The adrenaline had worn off now and you were feeling every bit of pain. Your head felt like it was going to split open and you winced at the sight of your swollen and bruised face in the mirror. You pulled your clothes back on and ventured into the hallway. Lori was standing there with some clean clothes for you and she led you to the guest room and set them on the bed.

“Get changed into those clean clothes and then you need to rest. Hershel’s orders. He wants you in bed. We need to be careful because of that concussion.”

You thanked her again and nodded. You discarded your bloodstained shirt and dirty jeans on a chair in the corner and pulled on the new outfit before climbing under the covers. You couldn’t stop the tears from flowing out again and you squeezed your eyes shut against the pounding in your face and head.

Outside, the group was gathered to discuss what to do with your boyfriend. Daryl couldn’t stand still and was pacing angrily in front of the house. He looked up as Lori came out and the screen door slammed with a snap.

“How is she?” Rick asked, his face dark with concern.

“Alright, considering,” Lori said, slipping her hands in her back pockets. “Concussion. Bruised and swollen. Abrasions over half her back. Hershel thinks her cheekbone is fractured.” She caught Daryl’s eyes and gave him a knowing look.

“Oh my God,” Andrea said, exchanging a look with Carol, whose eyes turned down toward the grass.

Daryl swore under his breath and resumed his pacing.

“Well, what do we do?” T-dog asked. “We can’t just keep going on like everything is normal with him in camp. He’s got to go.”

“The question is how,” Dale said.

“That bastard ain’t even deserve to still be drawin’ breath,” Daryl drawled. He looked at Rick.

Rick sighed heavily. “Yeah…”

“I mean, I agree with Daryl, man. I don’t want that guy around any of us,” Shane said.

“What if we just take him out and leave him? Drive him way out and drop him off somewhere,” Rick mused.

Shane scoffed. “We might as well shoot him in the head right now. He’d never make it out there alone. That’s as good as killing him.”

Rick nodded. “I know, but it feels a little less like the blood is on our hands then... He has a chance.”

“He don’t even deserve a chance. I’m fine with his blood on our hands,” Daryl spat. “If I hadn’t been over there huntin’ he coulda killed her.”

Rick sighed again, the weight of the decision obviously weighing on him, and he rubbed a hand over his face. “Yeah… Let’s just take the day to think it over. We can decide tonight. And Y/N can have a say.”

The group nodded in agreement and dispersed. Lori went back in to check on you.

She knocked lightly on the door and you murmured for her to come in. “How are you feeling?” she asked you.

“I’m fine,” you said, lying about how much pain you were in.

She nodded. “We’re all going to figure out what to do about him,” she said. “You should think about what you want to happen. He can’t stay here, but as far as what that means—”

“Okay,” you interrupted her. You rolled over and looked at her in the doorway. “Is Daryl—?”

She smiled a little and nodded. “You want me to get him? He’s probably still pacing on the front porch.

You nodded. “If you could.”

“Of course.” Lori left and in a moment the archer appeared in the doorway.

You were in bed, your back to the door, but you turned and looked over your shoulder at the sound of his footsteps. Daryl’s stomach twisted at the swelling and red welts on your face. “Hey,” he said softly.

“Hey.” You pulled yourself up in a seated position and Daryl came around and sank down on the chair pulled up at the side of the bed. “I just wanted to say thank you,” you said, unable to meet his eyes and instead running the edge of the sheet through your fingers, staring at it like it was the most interesting thing you’d ever seen. “And I’m sorry that you got pulled into this mess…” you trailed off.

“I ain’t,” he said forcefully. “I’m glad I got to beat the shit out that guy. I just wish I’d done it sooner.”

You looked up at him and the glistening tears in your eyes made the colors in your irises stand out. His stomach flipped again at the sight of your injuries. “I feel so stupid. I never should have stayed with him.”

Daryl shook his head. “Ain’t that simple.”

You were grateful for his understanding. Daryl watched you struggling with some thought until you finally spoke it. “What if he gets out?” you asked, fear obvious in your eyes.

“He ain’t getting’ out. I tied his ass up myself,” Daryl reassured you. “But I’ll sit watch outside all night. Nothin’ is gonna happen to ya. It’s over.” The archer stood but your hand shot out and gently landed on his arm. He froze at the feeling of electricity that crackled from your fingers.

“Will you sit with me for a little while?” you asked. “Just—until I can fall asleep.”

He nudged his nose up in a nod and sank back down, feeling nervous and chewing on his bottom lip. Daryl watched as you settled back down in bed, pulling the covers up over yourself and shutting your eyes, your long eyelashes fanning out against your cheeks. The feelings welling up in him were getting more and more difficult to deny, and he knew now wasn’t the time—not yet. You needed to get through this first. But Daryl wanted to show you how you did deserve to be treated, even as he dared not hope that he’d have the chance, that you’d feel the same thing for him that he felt for you. He wanted to protect you, take care of you. He wanted to show you how strong you actually were, even as he thought of how much you reminded him of that flower you’d brought him; vibrant, sweet, soft, delicate, but always climbing toward the light. And he was determined to help you see it.

[n1k1tty]

kiss me ! part 2

“hawaii!” niki yells, throwing as fist in the air as he enters the van “riki, it’s 3am in the morning, please shut up” jay retorts, going back to sleep as he leans on the window

as if it was almost planned, you and jake sat beside each other at the furthest seat. it was complicated, you didn’t know if you were comfortable or not, you felt tense, afraid of jake’s teasing if you touch him even the slightest. yet you also didn’t want to leave your seat.

you let out a huff, trying to find a position where you could comfortably sleep in. you were spooked at the sudden hand that leans your head on their shoulders “you can sleep on my shoulders, it’s alright” jake chuckles, already drifting to sleep the second after he did that “thanks” you mumble, easing into his warmth.

you laugh a little at his aching figure “this is funny to you? after i’ve been so kind to let you sleep on my shoulder?” he pouts “i deserve a long massage during our flight” he jokes, continuing to carry your bags.

dumbfounded by the fact that you stayed with him, giving him a glance filled with guilt “y/n seriously, i’m fine. it’ll go away sooner or later” he reassures you, his heart exploding at the sight of you with glimmering eyes, feeling the guilt you expressed them with.

“what do you wanna eat for breakfast?” you mumble, taking the luggage cart from his grasp. he laughs at your attempt to make him feel better “sorry? didnt quite hear that well” he teases, making you give him a glare, almost forgetting that he was ‘injured’ you raise your hand to almost give him a punch “good thing you’re hurting or i would’ve punched your ass back to australia” you roll your eyes “you heard what i said!” eyebrows frowning as you look away “alright alright, i’m fine with coffee really—” he lets out a breathy chuckle, dragging his feet as he follows you around “—nonsense! breakfast is important. don’t give me that type of bullshit sim” you cut him off, stopping by a little restaurant as you tell the other members to go ahead “im getting you pancakes. better finish it or you’re not living to see another day”

he laughs “this is quite a unique way to care for someone don’t you think” you roll your eyes "eat the damn pancakes sim jaeyun"

"yas ma'am"

--

after everyone had met up, you all started finding your seats. you were bewildered, somehow, because now you found yourself wanting to switch seats with sunghoon for obvious reasons. but of course, you --again, didn't have the guts to do so.

a few hours into the flight and a few glances from jake here and there, you received a message

jake :):

hey pretty girl, do me a favour and go to the washroom behind you

you:

and why exactly?

jake :):

no questions asked. i just miss you ;)

you swore you wanted to jump off the plane. pretty girl?! he misses me?!. you feel the heat creeping up in your face as you asked jungwon "hey, could you get up of a sec. i gotta go to the washroom" you whisper, mumbling a small 'thank you' before you walked to the washroom.

you felt a hand pull you "hey" he giggles, arms wrapped around your waist "you scared me! i thought i was getting abducted" you slap his shoulder. although you would be lying if you said you didn't want to just grab him and kiss him right at this moment.

he looked so good with his button up shirt, showing off his collar bones, neck wearing the beaded necklace you made for him during the summer and your birthstone necklace. his hair was messy, and you couldn't deny how hot he looked with his glasses on.

"you should consider buttoning up" you hesitantly say, looking anywhere but his eyes. of course he catches on to your intentions, but he felt like pissing you off "why? i'm showing off your necklace" he giggles "i even bought your birthstone" he grabs the necklace with his thumb, making you roll your eyes as you cross your arms, making sim jaeyun giggle.

he places his hand under your chin, finally letting you looking at him "switch seats with sunghoon please. i don't think i like the sight of you sleeping on jungwon's shoulders" now it was your time to piss him off.

"why?" you pout, "his shoulders are so comfortable, and we don't want your shoulders aching again now do we?" you give him a slight smile, well it wasn't like you weren't planning to switch with sunghoon way before the flight even started anyway.

jake rolls his eyes "that leaves you no choice--"

"can y'all hurry up? i'll switch with you y/n gosh! just let me pee!" sunghoon bangs on the door, making jake laugh "well that was easy"

--

oh how you regret changing seats.

because now you get to fully witness the flight attendants obviously flirting with him.

"good morning sir" she annoyingly giggles, biting her lip as she leans in way too close. jake leans back, letting out a small laugh out of politeness "hi, yeah i'd like..." he orders his food while you glare at the girl who's been displeasingly close to him "what can i get for you ma'am?"

"oh my girlfriend would like the same thing" jake interrupts, giving you a sly wink after placing his hand on top of yours. you let out a small scoff after seeing the disappointed look on the girl as she hands you the food. your skips a beat. girlfriend? you thought

now he was starting to piss you off. he was doing everything but ask you out. and with every ounce of pride you had in your soul, you hated to admit that you were starting to get really impatient. were you not obvious about your feelings? was the handmade necklace and the concern you have for him not obvious enough?

"ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Hawaii" the pilot announces, after you got your hand carry, you didn't even bother waiting for jake. immediately walking out of the plane, causing him to tilt his head out of confusion.

he didn't get a chance to talk to you, i mean, how could he when you would immediately start walking away from him whenever he tried to walk towards you.

as you sat beside jay in the tour bus, he gives you a weird look "why are you here" you give him a lost look "can i not...?" that's when he knew something happened between you and jake "y/n if this is because of jake--" you place your hand on his mouth, leaning way too close. but luck wasn't on your side today, because jake saw.

"shut up please! and yes! it is about him. so please spare me and let me sit here for the meantime" jay chuckles, "jake's going to kill me for this" he mumbles, leaning back to the chair "what?"

"nothing" he gives you a grin

--

after you guys arrived to jay's beach house you immediately grab your bag before jake could help you

"alright riki and sunoo are sharing a room, jungwon and heeseung are sharing, and...." jay looks at you, sunghoon and jake, not knowing what to do "you three figure it out. i'm just letting you know one gets to have their own room" jay starts to head to his own room, shrugging his shoulders as he walks past you with widened eyes.

"we already know what's about to happen. i'm getting my own room-"

"no!" you yell

"yes!" jake yells in unison,

"well......" sunghoon stood there, waiting for the both of you to talk "well, i just think i should get the room since you know-- i'm a girl and-- you and jake are best friends so you should be roommates" you explain, giving sunghoon an awkward smile "yeah sure whatever- ow!" jake hits sunghoon in the arm "you idiot! take the goddamn room!" jake grits through his teeth "you know what y/n! i change my mind. i uh, i think im going to take the room"

"why?!" you whisper with a harsh tone. poor sunghoon "IM GOING TO JERK OFF OR SOMETHING I DON'T KNOW" he yells, although he regrets it after the maids give him a weird look "ayo what?" heeseung peaks through the door "nothing! i didn't mean that. just --ugh! i'm heading out" he grabs his luggage, stomping through the hallways as he walks to the room. leaving you with jake.

--

you were about to have a mental breakdown "jay! you're seriously not helping me at all!" you give him a shove "ow! you need to control your strength sometimes! and i'm sorry okay? i just panicked, and i think you and jake being roommates wouldn't be a mistake. it's better to fix your problems instead of just sweeping it under the rug. you can't avoid him forever y/n" he was right. and you knew that. but you couldn't bring yourself to tell jake what was bothering you. even the thought of it was embarrassing, because what if he wasn't even intending to date you at all?

you walk back to the room, hesitating whether you should open it or not. but after hearing no noise, you open the door "AH OH MY GOD SORRY--" there you saw a shirtless jake, hair wet and his glasses having a few drops of water from his hair. he grabs your hand before you could walk out again "y/n, please talk to me" he places his hands on both sides of your shoulders "did i do something wrong? whatever it is, i'm really sorry" he panics, slightly pouting at the silent treatment you gave him "jake i-"

"dinners ready!" riki barges in, freezing at the sight of you two "oh- hey! riki, let's go!" you grab his arm, walking towards the dining room "please don't mention it" you whisper, sitting in between riki and jay.

jake later follows, now in his grey shirt and the checkered pajamas he wore earlier, he gives you a small smile before sitting next to heeseung.

"so, sunghoon. did you have fun?" heeseung teases

"shut up!"

--

"this wasn't going as planned anymore!" jake groans, he was currently in jay's room, ranting his frustrations out while jay listened. when jake had heard about the trip to hawaii, he originally planned to confess when you guys went to the party, it's not like the party had already happened, but it was already tomorrow "i already apologized, yet she still wouldn't speak"

"do you even know why she's mad?" jay asked, leaning on the bad with his arms as he watched jake pacing around his room "...no?"

"jake sim you idiot"

it was 1 am in the morning and you finally finished playing games with riki and heeseung. you were hesitating to open the door once again. afraid of letting the incident happen once more. you knock lightly, hoping that he was there and you could finally make up

but before you could open the door, jake already opened it. immediately embracing you "please talk to me" he whispers gently in your ear. you couldn't help but burst out crying, causing him to panic, he caresses your hair "let's go for a walk yeah?" he grabs your wrist, his touch so gentle as if you were fragile.

he wipes your tears as you walk along the shore "i missed you. you know?" he holds your hand as you both drag your feet along the sand. you hit him on his shoulder "ow!"

"that's what you get!" you sniffle, looking at the reflection of the moon on the sea "what did i do?" he chuckles, searching for your eyes. he tilts his head when you don't respond "hello?"

"cause! you always flirt with me, calling me your girlfriend and hugging me! i hate it! i hate it because my heart always skips a beat every time and i always expect you to ask me out soon yet you never do!" you yell, your skin was glowing under the moonlight. jake was in awe the moment he saw your glistening eyes that had tears threatening to fall.

he had the sudden urge to kiss you and tell you how he felt.

and he did. because jake was a man who never doubted his feelings when it came to you.

he pulls you by the waist, causing you to let out a yelp. his lips touches yours, and it stayed like that for a while, to make up for the moments he wasted without you this whole vacation. you wrap your hands around his neck, playing with his hair

"can i be your boyfriend?" he cheekily says, his smile making you smile as well "suck my ass. sim jaeyun. yes, i'd love for you to be my boyfriend"

"i'd gladly suck your a--"

"sim jaeyun!"

--

[bonus bcs i haven't posted in a while]

it was the morning of the party, you were in jake's arms "finally you're awake! good morning!" he excitedly says, peppering you with kisses "the guys are in the pool so get changed" he informs you, smacking your ass as soon as you got up "getting too comfortable for our first day aren't we?" you tilt your head, giving him a smirk "can't help it" he send a wink your way.

as soon as you got out in your swimsuit, jake's mouth drops "do a little turn for me" he smirks, twirling you around as he hypes you up "holy shit! i'm so lucky aren't i" he checks you out, earning a smack from you "ow! alright but i'm not letting them check you out like that! wear my shirt"

(he didn't let you go from the jacuzzi after heeseung hyped you up lol)

--

[party]

you told jake to go ahead, wanting to surprise him with the dress you bought.

after arriving to the party jake almost dropped the drink he had in his hand after he saw you. he was smiling so hard when the little girl put a Lei (flower neck lace) on you. he felt so proud when the other men at the party look at you giving him a hug

"that's right, she's mine" he thought

after you walked to wards him he grabs you by the waist "you look so pretty in red" he says, hugging you tightly "is that so?" you ask, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips, making him all giddy

--

part 1

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𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐(𝚜): 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚌𝚘𝚠 𝙸𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚊, 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚔, feminization, 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚜, 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗?, 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒v𝚎 𝙸𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚊

(Y/n) waited outside his boyfriends agency building after he had gotten a strange hastily written message from Inasa asking him to pick him up quickly.

It was certainly strange, his lover had never left worked this early even when he was ill he still went to work despite (Y/n)'s warnings so it was strange when he suddenly asked (Y/n) to pick him up.

Inasa hadn't been feeling sick before work so it couldn't have been that, though it did make him worry thinking maybe Inasa had gotten hurt during work but then again wouldn't he have gone to the hospital or at least call you?

You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard your car door open and saw Inasa quickly get into the passenger seat but what was strange was that he was wearing a hood over his head and a blanket over his body.

You noticed his hands were crossed over his chest area tightly making you slightly confused. "Inasa are you ok?" You asked noticing his also red face and sweat dripping down his face along with his deep heavy breaths, "I'm fine can we go home please," he asked his voice uncharacteristically low almost a whisper.

"Are you sure?" You asked again getting worried, "Ill tell you later can we please go home," he asked louder, you decided to stop prodding and just started the car and drove home.

~~~

When you opened the house door Inasa immediately ran past you and into your bedroom where he locked himself inside the bathroom. You locked the front door again and folwed him quickly, you stood in front of the restroom door putting your habd on the knob and trying to open it but alas it was locked. You knocked on the door jiggling the knob again, "Baby are you ok? Whats going on?" You asked ready to kick the door down if you needed to, "Just give me a minute!"

Inasa yelled from inside the bathroom though he sounded out of breath.

You decided to just wait on the bed for him to get out but that didn't stop your worries.

Was he hurt? Did something happen during a villain attack? All these thoughts hurt your head. You heard the door creaking slowly open making you snap your head up seeing Inasa standing in front of the doorway with a blanket over his body and a hood over his head.

You stand up quickly walking in front of his larger form, "Darling what happened?

Is everything alright?" You asked putting your hand on his shoulder. He nodded letting out a shaky, "I'm ok but i um got hit by a q-quirk today," he mumbled, "What, well what is it?!"

You asked, your boyfriend slowly pulled his hood down revealing to you two white and black spotted cow ears along with small black cow horns on the top of his head.

Your jaw literally dropped when you sat it, "What the fuck," you said shocked, "What happened?!" You asked. "I got into a fight and one of them hit me with their quirk turning me into... this" Inasa said pointing to his head. "Well shouldn't we go back to the agency to fix this or go to the hospital," you asked frantically about to get your keys and drive to the hospital to figure out what the heck was going on.

But before you could go Inasa grabbed your arm, "Wait!"

He suddenly shouted one of his hands still over his chest as his other gripped your arm tightly, "There's um something else..." he said looking away from your gaze shyly, "Well what is it?" you asked wondering what else could have possibly happened.

He kept looking away as he spoke, "Just don't be weirded out please," he whispered struggling to find the right words to say.

You just nodded hesitantly not sure what he was doing, Inasa took a deep heavy breath as he slowly removed his hands from his chest and removed the blanket over his body revealing his black shirt with two wet spot right around where his nipples were. You were certainly confused not sure what and how he got those wet spots.

"Whats that?" you asked not too sure what was going on there, Inasa hesitantly lifted the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head which revealed his two large pectorals leaking some sort of white creamy substance from his very red looking nipples.

"W-what?" you asked not knowing what to say in this situation.

It was so strange to you, you could see how embarrassed Inasa was showing you, his face was red as small tears was apparent in the corner of his eyes.

His breath was getting heavier as sweat dripped form his face, his eyes squeezed shut not wanting to look at your face right now. "(Y/n) it hurts, I don't know what to do," he breathed out some tears from humiliation and pain, it wasn't regular pain though.

He felt so sensitive, every touch to his chest made him whimper, he was too embarrassed to tell anyone and he was definitely too embarrassed to consult a doctor about this. What was he supposed to say? He was hit my a horny quirk that made him moan with every touch? Fuck that.

He thought since you were his lover that maybe you could help him.

You reached your hand out to touch it, just curious as to how this was happening, when you pushed your hand onto his soft chest the liquid immediately squirted out of his nipple getting on your shirt.

A loud strangled moan coming out of Inasas mouth as he grabbed your hand giving it good squeeze, he pushed your hand away from him embarrassed at the noise he made.

"I'm sorry," he said hiding his face away from you, "Baby is that why you don't want to go to the doctor," you asked sympathetically, you knew how red faced and embarrassed he was right now and you didn't want to make it worse.

He just nodded his head tears pouring down his face from all the shame he was feeling in that moment.

You reached your hand out taking his in yours pulling his face to look at you, "Its ok baby maybe I can help, only if you want me to," you offered wiping away the tears on his face with your thumb, smiling softly at Inasas sniffling, he looked into your eyes and nodded, "please," he whispered. You nodded pulling him to the bed, you sat him down on the bed and left to the restroom bringing back some towels knowing things would most likely get messy.

You laid them around the bed before sitting yourself down on the bed taking off your pants, you patted your lap beckoning Inasa to sit on it.

He removed his pants leaving his boxers on only and hesitantly making himself comfortable on your lap placing his hands on your shoulders, you removed your shirt knowing it would get dirty.

"I'll try my best to help you" you reassured him bringing him in for a gentle kiss, he closed his eyes deciding to put his trust in you.

You pulled away slowly rubbing his hips as you moved your hand to his chest, you tried not to press too much knowing he was very sensitive.

You put your hand over his chest and massaged it slowly, "(Y/n) hah~" he moaned putting his palm over your hand pushing you hand harder on his chest, you pressed his nipple in between your finger squeezing it harder this time causing a loud moan to erupt from his mouth.

Inasa bit down on his lip trying to keep his volume down as much as he could, you gave his tit a god squeeze making his nipples to spurt out out the liquid.

You leaned your face close to his nipple, sticking out your tongue you swirled it around his red bud before taking it int your mouth, "A-Aah shit~" he moaned loudly gripping onto your hair tightly. You sucked harder on his tits causing the liquid to fill into your mouth, surprised you pulled away breathless.

You smacked your lips drinking some of the liquid, surprisingly it tasted like milk but sweeter, almost addicting.

You latched onto his nipple again sucking on it more, the milk entering your mouth as you tried t drink as much as you could, some spilled from the sides of mouth letting it drip on your chest.

"Yes yes! Ngh~" Inasa moaned pushing himself against your warm mouth, relief filling his body as his sensitivity heightened his body trembling as he suddenly came in his boxers leaving a wet spot on his boxers. You continued your actions removing your hand from his tit and moving it to his boxer where you pulled them down, taking a hold of his dick you jacked him off rubbing his cum and pre-cum covered tip with your thumb making it leak more pre-cum.

Inasa moved his hand over his mouth trying his best to keep his noises down but with everything you were doing he couldn't.

Looking up and seeing your lovers pleasured red face along with hearing his loud moans made you groan and cum in your boxers as well, fastening your movements you detached from his nipple and moved to his other sucking the milk filled pectoral.

You tried your best to keep your breathing study as you sucked in as much as you could.

You lifted your boyfriend up and pushed him down on the bed getting in between his legs, you pulled down his boxers along with yours as Inasa covered his face from you panting hard.

You leaned down to his dick licking around his tip before taking him in your mouth fully.

"Agh!~" he moaned feeling your hot mouth around him, you moved your hand up his body giving his boob a good squeeze feeling the milk squirt out and onto your hand. You pinched his nipple trying to get all that stored up milk out of him, Inasa thrusted into your mouth gently gripping your hair as his thick thighs wrapped around your head squeezing you. Tears continued to run down his face but this time from all the pleasure you were giving him, he sobbed into his mouth as he tugged on your hair.

You moved your free hand to wrap around his thigh massaging it gently, Inasa removed his hand from his mouth gripping onto the hand that was on his boob his other hand forcing your head down as his body spasmed, "Oh (y/n)! yes fuck fuck~fuckkk~!" he moaned cumming into your mouth.

His eyes crossed as his tongue hung out of his mouth, milk pouring from his tits as he orgasmed, hearing his moans and looking up to seeing his pleasured face made you cum.

Your cum landing on the bed as you drank the cum in your mouth.

"Ngh~" Inasa let out one last moan as he came down from his high nearly passing out but struggling to stay awake, you licked the tip of his dick before pulling away his thighs falling onto the bed his body weak.

You took a deep breath observing the big mess and the half awake Inasa laying there smiling at you, you smiled back leaning up and kissing his forehead. "I love you baby," you mumbled pecking his lips, Inasa smiled sweetly mumbling a small I love you too, "Come on let me clean you up baby," you mumbled lifting him up and bringing him to the bath.

You cleaned the bed up as you waited for the bath to fill up, you sat down in the large bathtub pulling Inasa to sit on your lap as you washed his cum and milk filled body.

He weakly kissed your cheek as you washed him, "Thank you," he whispered smiling.

You nodded kissing him again, looking up you noticed, "Hey the horns and ears are gone," you mentioned noticing they disappeared.

Inasa nodded closing his eyes, "You can sleep baby I'll get you cleaned up," you said making him nod and fall asleep on against your chest.