#i wake up every morning feeling like i took a shower fully clothed

[frostiik]

i have a sweating problem

[muniimyg]

𐙚₊˚⊹ bbydaddy!yoongi (9) ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

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note: sorry this update took forever !!! enj <3

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there are no words that can describe how incredibly awkward you feel when you wake up.

last night—after you and yoongi crossed that unspoken line and messed around—you two ended up tangled together.

it’s strange because in between soft touches and sleepy murmurs—you actually got to know him in ways you never expected.

you recall it all.

his quiet voice filling the spaces between the darkness and your hushed breathing so you could hear every tone, every word, and every breath of his crystal clear. 

yoongi told you stories and confessions that slipped out between shallow breaths. childish yet meaningful things he probably didn’t even realize he was saying.

you remember him murmuring about the way his mom used to hold his hand when he couldn’t fall asleep as a kid, or how he swore he’d never own a fish again because when he was 11 years old... he had 14 goldfishes and they all died one by one 2 weeks later.

he swears it wasn't his fault.

you tell him you believe him.

(you really do.)

he also talks about his quiet love for early mornings, how at peace he feels when he’s the only one awake in a still-sleeping world. in that half-dazed vulnerability, yoongi let you in. 

just enough for you to see a side of him you hadn’t expected, a part that was softer, quieter, more open.

then, you two talked about baby injeolmi.

how you two don't really care about the gender and just want a healthy baby. so much so that you both agreed to not know the gender and to just be surprised on the day of. oh, and how you do want a baby shower and think hye mi is already plotting that...

then, you two talked about the moving in thing again.

that's when you pretended to go to sleep and actually fell asleep. yoongi only laughed at you, fully knowing that you're just nervous. you're moving in one way or another.

he knows it.

you know it...

but aside from the way the talk ended; it went well.

no, the talk wasn’t everything…

but it was something. 

now, with the morning light filtering through the blinds, reality started to seep back in.

the familiar awkwardness of two people who shared more than they’d planned. you can feel his warmth beside you, his hand still loosely draped over your waist, and a twinge of nervousness fluttered in your stomach.

you glance at him, expecting him to be asleep. but then, his eyes blinked open, groggy but sharp enough to catch the slight flush in your cheeks. 

still half-asleep, his voice rough as he mumbles, “hi…”

for a second, neither of you move, as if lingering in that quiet, unguarded space between sleep and reality. suddenly aware of the intimacy, he clears his throat, his gaze softening but pulling back just a bit.

you offer him a shy smile, feeling the weight of everything unsaid between you.

“a-about last night…”

he chuckles softly, rubbing a hand over his face. “yeah… last night…”

then, he pauses to gather his words.

“wait, are you talking about me yapping or me sucking your tits?”

none. you’re talking about pretending to fall asleep regardless, your shy smile breaks as you burst into laughter. he joins your laughter and sighs. 

“i mean, are we gonna talk about any of it or is acknowledging it good enough for now? i don’t know if i’m awake enough for the conversation but i will be if you want to—”

“all good,” you assure him. “i don’t know where i was going with any of it. i guess i just wanted… to know if you—”

“i liked it,” he tells you, not digging any deeper. “you getting to know me, me sucking your tits—all of it.”

as promised, yoongi takes you to the baby store. 

your eyes light up the minute you step foot in it. it’s then that yoongi remembers exactly who he’s having this baby with. 

you and your fucking babyfever. 

the baby store is a mix of pastel colors, tiny clothes, and gentle lullabies playing over the speakers. yoongi trails behind you as you wander through the aisles. one hand resting on the cart as he pushes it along, his eyes constantly flicking to you with a quiet, thoughtful focus.

though you two are pretty good at communicating—the whole physical affection part? that’s still a little wonky. for instance, every time you pause to examine something, yoongi is right there, his hand slipping gently around your waist to guide you to the next aisle or just to linger beside you. it’s so subtle that, at first, you think it’s an accident, a reflex. 

but then it keeps happening.

at first, it throws you off—his casual closeness.

the way he stays so near, like a shadow. you’re not used to this kind of attention from him.. this quiet and steady affection. but strangely enough, you find that you don’t mind it. in fact, there’s something comforting about the way he stays close, attentive to your every move.

when you stop to touch a soft little onesie covered in tiny clouds, yoongi doesn’t even hesitate. he reaches over, gently taking it from your hands and adding it to the cart without a word. 

you shoot him a questioning look, but he only shrugs, a small smile tugging at his lips as if to say, whatever you want.

“yoongi, you know you don’t have to buy everything i touch, right?” you remind him, glancing at the growing pile in the cart.

yoongi just chuckles, unbothered, and places his hand on your waist again as you reach the aisle full of toys. his touch is warm and grounding, making it hard to argue with him.

“you’re not carrying any of it home, so relax,” he says with a smile that’s both charming and final. “i like this shit too. they’re cute or whatever—”

then, your fingertips brush as you both reach for a soft, star-patterned onesie. he lets go first, letting you hold onto the onesie.

“this one’s cute,” you say softly, running your thumb along the fabric. then, you bite back a small smile when you realizes yoongi hasn’t moved his hand from your waist.

“yeah,” he murmurs, nodding. his voice is softer than usual, but before you can read into it, he takes the onesie and tosses it into the cart. then he grabs a few more items without asking you, each time ignoring your attempts to peek at the price tags.

“yoongi..."

"what?"

"are you serious?"

he looks at you blankly. "don't we need these things?"

you nod but give him a stern look. "yeah, but we can't buy out the whole store."

"why not?"

"first of all, that's insane... and second of all—a-are you just—"

you reach for a soft, stuffed rabbit, just curious to feel it, and—predictably—he plucks it right out of your hands, tossing it into the cart.

"you are."

"i'm what?"

"seriously?" you huff, barely holding back a grin. “you’re not even letting me decide if i want it. you're tossing it in just because i touched it.”

he remains unbothered by your protests. 

“what if i just think you have good taste?” he says, glancing at you with a hint of mischief. 

and with that, he gives you a gentle nudge, guiding you further down the aisle with that warm hand still resting at your side.

“are you saying that just to flatter yourself?”

“what do i have to do with this?”

“well, you’re my type and my babydaddy—”

“i’m your type?” yoongi tilts his head at you. "good to know..."

you blush, eyes wide from embarrassment. before you can make up some excuse to save face, he leans in and playfully pinches your waist.

“you're my type too, mama.”

you clear your throat and redirect the conversation.

"s-should we pick a crib?"

yoongi gestures his hand for you to lead the way.

as you begin to walk, you turn your head and send him a glare.

"... and be serious about this part, okay? this is the crib we're picking out. read the packaging and make your judgement. i'm gonna end up choosing the prettiest one that might not function as well as the ugly one... so, can i trust your taste on this?"

yoongi nods, pushing the cart with a steady, unhurried pace, his hand resting casually on the handle.

“you can trust me,” he says, his voice low and sincere.

... and so, you do.

you trust him.

when you reach the checkout, you step forward to pay but—

yoongi slips right past you.

casually handing over his card to the cashier before you even get a chance. you cross your arms and narrow your eyes at him, watching as he signs the receipt, completely unbothered.

the total is easily above $3,000. 

he meets your gaze with a look that’s almost playful, his expression all wide-eyed innocence, as if he hadn’t just ignored your efforts.

"yoongi," you begin, voice firm. “we’re both injeolmi's parents, and it’s not fair for you to pay for everything. at least let me pay half—”

he doesn’t respond right away, just nods patiently, his attention focused on gathering the bags the cashier hands him. his face is calm, listening but clearly not swayed. he loads a big box containing the crib into the cart, then places the bags filled with tiny clothes, blankets, and toys right beside it, adjusting them carefully.

you press on, leaning slightly forward, hoping to get through to him.

“we’re both responsible here... i know i'm not a nurse practitioner like you, but it's not like i can’t contribute, you know—"

“i know.”

yoongi glances over his shoulder at you, his mouth quirking in the faintest smile as he stacks the last bag. he seems unbothered by your scolding, more amused than anything.

“this is my baby too and i feel uncomfortable letting you do this much—”

finally, he turns to you, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair back from your cheek in a gesture so casual it nearly makes you forget your own irritation. 

“do what? provide?”

you're tongue tied.

“all done? feel better, mama?” he asks, his tone light, but his eyes sparkle with a hint of mischief. “if not, go ahead. say what you want. say what you need to say. i’m listening.”

you let out a small huff, crossing your arms more tightly, trying to stay serious.

“you’re not paying for everything, yoongi.”

he raises one eyebrow, his expression softening but still unwavering. 

“i am. i did.” he shrugs, nonchalantly. it feels like he’s teasing you even though he isn’t. “___, i’m all done with this topic now. are you?”

“no, actually, i—” you start, feeling your frustration build.

“great,” he interrupts, his smile spreading into a grin that makes your heart skip. 

he reaches down, taking your hand in his, his grip gentle yet firm, and begins to guide you toward the exit, leaving you no room to protest. 

his thumb rubs lightly over your knuckles as he holds your hand, a grounding gesture that calms you, even as he completely ignores your point. 

“let’s go home,” he says softly, his voice warm, as though it’s the simplest decision in the world.

home.

following yoongi inside his condo, the familiar sight of his place tugging at something inside you. 

it’s been a while since you’ve been here. the memories of that night still linger like a quiet hum in the back of your mind, but you push them aside. 

focus on the present. 

focus on the baby.

he leads you through the hallways, and you try to ignore the way your pulse quickens as you walk past his bedroom. you know it’s silly—nothing’s changed here. but still, the weight of the space feels different, heavier now. maybe it’s because this time, you’re here for something else. 

this time, it’s about the baby.

and the fact that you’ll be moving in soon… fuck, your mind begins to spin.

then, yoongi stops in front of a door, his hand resting lightly on the handle. he opens it slowly, stepping aside to let you in. 

“this is the guest room,” he says, but you can tell he’s hesitating, like he’s waiting for your reaction. “soon to be baby injeolmi’s room…”

you step inside, your gaze instantly drawn to the empty space. it’s clean, quiet, the pale walls untouched by time or use. the sunlight pours in from the window, making the room feel warmer, but it’s still just a room. 

there’s nothing personal about it. 

nothing that belongs to anyone yet.

but you can already picture it—nursery furniture, soft colors, the quiet hum of a baby’s lullaby filling the air. you glance back at him, noting the careful expression on his face. he’s watching you, waiting for your approval. waiting for your thoughts, even if you’re not sure what to say. you wonder if he’s nervous too, if this feels as strange to him as it does to you.

for a moment, your mind drifts to that night—the night everything changed. 

the night you slept together. 

the night you felt something more than just friendship between you two. the way his touch felt, the way his lips lingered on yours, and how quickly it all faded into the awkward silence the next morning.

"i also made space for your things in my room. i'm not finished clearing out my all shit but i will be by next week. does that sound okay?"

"huh?" you blink. "n-next week?"

yoongi nods.

"i think i gave you enough time to think things over... and don't act like this is a surprise. i brought it up last night. you pretended to sleep."

your eyes widen.

"i—"

"move in with me next week," yoongi says. "... you can pretend to sleep mid conversation in my bed from now on."

by an hour and half in, you and yoongi have filled the space with scattered remnants of baby gear—boxes, parts of cribs, and the disassembled pieces of a changing table. they all lay haphazardly across the floor. 

it’s oddly comforting.

the clutter somehow feels like a soft reminder of the chaos and excitement that’s about to come.

yoongi is kneeling on the floor, tools in hand, as he begins to assemble the crib, the sound of metal and wood clicking together filling the otherwise quiet room.

you lean against the doorway, arms crossed, watching him work with a careful, focused precision. his brow is furrowed, his jaw clenched as he concentrates on each piece. his sleeves are rolled up, revealing forearms that make it hard to focus on anything else. you swallow, not bothering to hide the way your eyes drift to the muscle in his arms as he works.

and then, almost instinctively, he looks up at you, his gaze meeting yours as if he can feel your eyes on him.

“baby injeolmi’s clothes need to be washed,” he says, his voice low but firm, his hands already reaching for another tool. “you want to do this 50/50? fine. but i don’t want you getting hurt.”

you push off the doorframe, rolling your eyes as you walk toward him, crossing your arms over your chest. 

you’re not used to him treating you like you’re made of glass, but you get where he’s coming from. still, it doesn’t sit well with you.

“i’m pregnant but i’m not fragile,” you argue. “i can help you with the crib—“

he doesn’t budge, his jaw tightening as he focuses on the task at hand. 

“humor me then,” he says, his tone patient, but there’s an underlying edge of stubbornness that makes it clear this isn’t up for debate.

you’re about to argue further, but the way he’s working—so effortlessly, so damn focused—has you momentarily silent. the way his arms flex as he screws the pieces together, the tension in his shoulders, the occasional glance up to check in on you—it all just feels so... domestic, and so right in this moment.

you step back a little, your breath catching as you take in the scene. yoongi, with his sleeves pushed up, lost in his work, looks so different from the guy you met—still him, but somehow more.

more... grounded. more steady.

your gaze lingers, unable to pull away.

your cheeks heat, a strange flutter in your chest as you realize you’ve been staring too long. When Yoongi catches your eye, his expression unreadable for a split second, you scramble to regain your composure.

“i’ll, uh…” you quickly clear your throat, suddenly feeling the weight of the moment. “i’ll get started on baby’s laundry. do you have clothes that need to be washed too? i can do a load—i mean… fuck—y-you know what? how about i make us some lunch first? yeah. i’ll do that.” you say, quickly backing away before your feelings get the best of you.

your steps are hurried as you leave the room, but you can still feel the heat in your face, the warmth of his gaze following you as you retreat.

yet, the image of him—focused, strong, and all yours—lingers, and you can’t help but smile to yourself as you step into the kitchen.

in the kitchen, you decide to keep it simple yet comforting. 

something easy to share, nothing too fancy. you settle on making caprese chicken sandwiches with a side of fresh fruit and chips. 

you finish grilling the chicken and layer it on the toasted ciabatta. you add slices of fresh mozzarella, letting it melt slightly, then pile on thick tomato slices and fresh basil leaves. a drizzle of balsamic glaze finishes it off before you top it with the other half of the bread, pressing it together gently when yoongi walks in. 

without a word, he leans against the counter beside you, his presence as familiar as the scent of the meal. he doesn’t wait for you to finish; instead, he picks up a melon slice and takes a bite.

“can’t you wait two seconds?” you laugh, nudging him playfully with your elbow.

yoongi just grins, completely unbothered. he takes another bite.

“fruit always taste better when moms cut them,” he says, his voice teasing but laced with that quiet sincerity of his. “oh, should i say milf? or is that jungkook’s line?”

you roll your eyes but can’t help the smile tugging at your lips.

the way he stands there, so effortlessly himself, makes your chest tighten in a way you didn’t expect. he’s always been like this—comfortable, confident, and somehow, when he’s this close, it feels like everything else fades away.

as he pulls away, you notice a small smudge of melon juice on the corner of his lips. without thinking, you reach up to wipe it away, your thumb brushing softly against his skin. the movement feels natural, almost automatic, but something about the intimacy of it makes your heart flutter. you don’t hesitate, bringing your thumb to your mouth to clean it off.

“mhmm,” you moan. “tastes sweet.”

then, the moment freezes.

yoongi stares at you, eyes wide, as if he’s seeing you for the first time, like the simple action has somehow shifted everything. the air between you thickens, and suddenly, it feels like there’s more than just the space in the kitchen separating you.

you stand still, unsure of what to do next. 

your eyes lock, and in that second, something unspoken passes between you. it’s not just the closeness or the warmth of the kitchen—it’s a pull, an undeniable magnetism that makes your chest tighten and your breath catch.

yoongi’s gaze drops to your lips, and you can feel the tension, the quiet yearning between you both. his hand twitches slightly at his side, like he wants to reach for you, but he’s holding back, waiting for you to make the first move.

and just as you’re about to lean in, your belly gives a sudden flutter.

you gasp, your eyes widening in surprise, and instinctively, you reach for his hand, pressing it gently to your belly. 

“oh my god.”

“what?”

“yoongi… i think… here—”

you hold your breath, waiting, and then—

there it is again. 

a small, unmistakable kick.

yoongi’s eyes light up with awe, his fingers curling slightly around your hand as he feels it, a slow smile spreading across his face. he doesn’t say anything at first, just stands there, his eyes fixed on your stomach, filled with wonder and something deeper that you can’t quite place.

you squeeze his hand, feeling the weight of the moment settle around you both.

“did you feel that?” you whisper, a smile tugging at your lips. 

yoongi looks up at you, his eyes softer now, holding something deeper than the simple wonder of the moment. 

the air around you two has shifted into something more intimate. then, his gaze flickers to your face, his heart fluttering in his chest as he steps a little closer, his thumb gently brushing over your hand.

… and as he looks into your eyes, his pulse quickens. 

it’s not just the baby’s kick he feels—it’s this quiet, undeniable pull between you two. his chest tightens with the weight of it, and for a moment; this is everything to him. 

everything.

he gulps as he soaks in your presence and sinks into the idea feeling of love beginning. then, slowly and then all at once; he accepts it. 

“yeah,” yoongi says, tone warm and ever so sure. “i feel it.”

as you look up to meet his eyes, yoongi’s lips tug into a smile. dipping his head low, he kisses you.

[little-diable]

Late Night - Carlisle Cullen (smut)

Just a smutty drabble I needed to get out of my system. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. Xxx

Summary: Carlisle comes home late at night and uses her body just like she had asked him to weeks ago.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, somnophilia, cock warming

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x fem!reader (900 words)

It was late by the time he stepped foot into her apartment, careful not to wake her. He took his time as he undressed, mind torn between the past hours he’d spent at the hospital and the memories of this very morning.

The sound of (y/n)’s moans echoed through his mind, eyes hazy as she had stared up at him. His cock had perfectly fit between her breasts, searching for a quick release before he’d left for work. With her tongue pushed past her teeth, she had tasted him with every thrust, eager to watch him fall apart.

Degrading words had rolled off his tongue, calling her a cock-hungry slut while he had chased his orgasm. Her hands had pushed her breasts together, high on the feeling of his veiny cock rubbing against her soft skin.

Carlisle had to hold back a groan as the memory made his cock grow harder. Perhaps he should simply fuck his hand to the thought of her in the shower, washing away the day with his mind fully set on her. But then his eyes found (y/n)’s sleeping frame.

For a moment, he didn’t move. His golden eyes wandered up and down her frame, taking in the sight of her shirt barely covering her frame, exposing the pair of panties he loved seeing on her. Carlisle couldn’t hold back his groan, head rolling back to ponder over his choices.

Weeks ago she had given him the consent to touch her whenever he needed her, let it be while she was awake or sleeping. Back then he hadn’t paid her words much attention, knowing that he wanted her awake and riled up whenever he fucked her. But now his perspective had shifted, forcing him to step into the bedroom.

Carefully, he stepped out of his clothes, palming his hard cock a few times before he slowly pushed her thighs apart. He made quick work on her panties, pushing them aside to brush his fingers over her warm skin. With his eyes set on her peaceful features, he spat onto her cunt, using his saliva as lube while aligning himself with her heat.

Carlisle was close to waking her up, wanting to see her wide eyes staring up at him, but he kept quiet. He pushed into her, unable to hold back the gritty sound clawing its way out of him - all because of the way her walls felt wrapped around him. The second he buried his cock fully inside of her, he gave it a moment or two, wondering if she’d finally react. But (y/n) was still fast asleep.

He couldn’t help but wonder what she’d say to him, the words she’d moan if she were awake. Perhaps she’d comment on his size, and how he felt buried deep inside of her. Perhaps she’d choke on his name while begging him to leave some more marks on her body. Thoughts that urged him to move faster.

(Y/n) began to stir, finally, slowly reacting to the way he fucked her body into the mattress. A gasp left her the second her mind managed to rip her out of her dream, staring at Carlisle who smirked down at her. The sound of his cold skin meeting her warm one reverberated through the room, accompanied by her whimpers and his groans.

“Carlisle,” she moaned his name, heavy arms finding their way around his neck. “Feels so good, oh god.”

He gave it a few more thrusts before he momentarily pulled out of her, using her sleep drunken state to his advantage as he flipped her around. Without another warning he pushed back into her from behind, hand coming down on her ass to mark her up.

Another high pitched moan left (y/n) at the feeling, trying to shuffle back against his touch while she pressed her right cheek to the warm pillow. His hand met her behind again, enjoying the way her breath hitched the second she felt the sting of his touch, knowing that she'd be able to feel it for hours to come.

His thrusts grew faster, set on an easy orgasm so that she could fall back asleep soon after. And the way her heart picked up its speed, forcing adrenaline to thump through her veins like a storm rolling ashore, told him that she was about to soak his cock with her release.

(Y/n) let go of another whine as she came, eyes squeezed shut, teeth about to draw blood from her lower lip. His hips kept meeting her pulsing flesh, wanting to cum while he stayed buried inside of her for hours to come. Her hand reached for his, interlacing their fingers seconds before he came with a groan.

“I should have known that I’d love this as much as you do, darling,” his heavy murmurs drew a breathless chuckle from her. Carlisle slowly shifted them around, pressing (y/n)’s back against his chest while his cock stayed buried inside of her, connecting the two in the most intimate way while she searched for a few more hours of sleep.

[foxy-eva]

Morning Shower

Summary: JJ looks irresistible after her workout so you decide to join her in the shower

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut, Fluff

Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) showering together, heavy kissing, fingering, oral

Word count: 1.3k

Masterlist

JJ was an incredibly attractive woman, there was no doubt about that. Those past few months you had seen her in all kinds of circumstances and not once did you think that she was anything less than absolutely flawless. It almost sounded cliché, but you found her especially alluring in times where she would expect it the least. 

Right after waking up, when her eyes were barely open and her hair was messy, she looked like an angel to you. After long days of work with a subtle shadow under her eyes and her mascara a little smudged, she was still so, so beautiful. 

And oh, when she came home after a workout, you could barely look at her without your cheeks heating up. 

She had just entered your apartment after her morning run, her skin glistening with sweat and the swell of her chest still heaving. Her cheeks were tinted in a rosy shade and with the sun peeking through the windows, she almost looked like she was glowing. 

You watched as she stretched her arms over her head. Unabashedly you let your eyes roam over her body, your sight lingering on her soft curves. She knew how much you enjoyed seeing her wearing sports clothes but she had no idea how quickly your thoughts turned indecent. 

JJ caught your staring, a smirk forming on her face as she chirped, “Good morning!”

“Good morning, indeed. You look beautiful,” you cooed as you found her eyes. 

“I’m all sweaty and gross,” she laughed as she walked towards your bathroom. “I need a shower.” 

You listened to her footsteps as she disappeared from your sight and took the last sip of your coffee. When you heard her turn on the shower you decided that you could not hold back any longer. Every fiber of your body was yearning to feel her skin against yours. 

When you stepped into the bathroom the glass of the shower had already steamed up but you could still see her outlines. As you let your clothes drop to the floor JJ seemed to have noticed your presence. She opened the glass door of the shower before you had a chance to touch the handle. 

“I was hoping you’d join me,” she purred as you stepped in. 

The sensation of the warm water against your skin shocked your whole system but it was nothing compared to the feeling of finally having JJ’s hands on you. You found her lips in a kiss that quickly deepened while your hands began wandering over her back. 

Kissing her ignited a flame inside you only she could tame. Heat rushed through your entire body as your arousal began pooling between your legs. You broke the kiss only to turn her around and press your body into her back while your lips attached to her neck. 

Your hands became curious as they moved over her breasts, washing away the soap she must have put on before you entered the shower. You were thorough in cleaning her, even long after any remains of her morning workout were washed away. Her skin felt so soft under your fingertips, it was almost surreal. 

The sound of her moans as you played with the hardened peaks of her chest was addicting and you started to feel light-headed. One of her hands reached back until it could grab the flesh of your hips, making you sigh against her neck.

One of your hands remained on her chest while the other slowly descended down her body until your fingertips made contact with her silken folds. Her desire for you was almost dripping into your palm when you began moving your fingertips along her slit. 

Her hips began grinding against your hand as you focussed on her most sensitive spot. It wasn’t enough for you though. You needed to worship her fully, wanted to experience all the glory her body had to offer. 

“I need you, JJ,” you breathed against her neck before gently biting it.

“Then have me,” she sighed in response. 

The confinements of the shower didn’t leave room for much movement but you still managed to turn her around again and push her against the cool tiles of the wall to make sure she wouldn’t slip. You kissed your way down her body until you were on your knees for her. Your hands wandered over her thighs as you placed feather-light kisses against her hip. 

When your hand moved to the back of her thigh, she lifted one leg and placed it over your shoulder to give you better access. Without breaking eye-contact, you let your tongue glide through her crevice, collecting her arousal as if it was the last thing you were ever able to consume. 

Her heady scent began clouding your mind as you explored her, almost as if you could imprint her uniqueness on your tongue. When JJ threw her head back against the wall, her hands fell to your hair, urging you where she needed you the most. Having her desperate to find relief was exciting you more than you could ever put in words. 

You focussed your attention on her little pearl and were rewarded with her praise in the form of moans falling from her lips. Guiding her into an euphoric state was all that mattered to you then, even when your knees started to complain about the harshness of the tiled shower floor. Two of your fingers found her entrance and pushed into her, finding no resistance from her body. 

When relief washed over JJ in waves, her entire body quivered as you felt her walls pulsing around your fingers. You guided her through her high with your tongue against her core until she tugged on your hair hard enough for you to let go of her. Still on your knees, you looked up and admired the goddess standing in front of you, her lips parted as she tried to catch her breath. 

She reached out a hand for you to help you up before wrapping her arms around you. With your chests pressed together you could feel the accelerated pace of her heart drumming against her ribs and imagined it could somehow touch your own heart through those layers of skin and bone. After she had caught her breath, her lips found yours in a soft kiss while one of her hands made its way down your body. With your legs slightly parted, you granted her access to your delicate parts.

When she felt how much you desired her, she snickered, “Someone’s excited.” 

“Can you blame me?” You giggled. “I mean, look at you!” 

“I’d rather look at you,” she purred as she started to move her fingertips along your core. 

And she did look at you, even when it became almost too much for you to keep your lids from closing. Her eyes always reminded you of the ocean, azure blue and mysterious. The depth of her irises made you feel like you could drown in the love she had for you.

“I love you,” you muttered before you lost your ability to form words.

“I love you, too.” 

A gasp fell from your lips when her fingers entered you, moving rhythmically inside you just the way she knew you liked. It felt like you were floating, surrounded by the warm water pouring from the shower head and embraced by your lover, keen on guiding you into pure bliss. 

“Come for me, my love,” she breathed. 

And you did. Your hands grabbed her waist for balance when your body began shaking as she worked you through your climax. Before it became too much, she removed her hand from your center to place her arms around you instead. 

JJ then began washing your body, carefully and with tender motions she rid you of the evidence of your arousal before you did the same for her. As you stepped out of the shower you dared to glance over JJ’s bare body one last time before handing her the towel, determined that morning showers like that would definitely have to become part of your Sunday routines from now on. 

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[daydreamingyuta]

how about a bf jaehyun x gf reader and him being his silly goofy and clingy self (DID YOU SEE HOW CUTE HE WAS IN THE DANCE PRACTICE OMGGG) alone with reader but getting caught by Johnny who then teases him about it the rest of the day

[8:31 am] | Jaehyun

summary: fluff, drabble, you and bf!jaehyun getting 'caught' acting cute by johnny who can't help but tease jaehyun about it wc: 683 a/n: thank you for requesting! I'm sorry this took so long, i've just been busy with school but I hope you enjoy it! <3 and yes! he was so cute in the fact check dance practicee! I'm always so shocked when people perceive jae as someone who's intimating, like he's so silly and such a cutie!!

You were woken by the sunlight streaming into Jaehyun's bedroom. You were just able to reach your phone which was charging, but other than that you couldn't move, trapped by Jaehyun holding you, so you stay on your phone until you're fully awake. You try to gently move out of his grasp but your movement ends up waking him. His first instinct was to pull you closer as he yawned. "Good morning, baby." He says, nuzzling into your neck.

You must be feeling extra ticklish this morning because you found that you couldn't control your laughter when he started placing sweet kisses on your neck.

"Shh, it's still early. All the guys are still sleeping." He says, even though he still persists with his actions, causing you to squeal even louder.

When he decides you have had enough, he stops and hops out of bed to get ready for the day. You follow him into the bathroom, quickly throwing on your sweatshirt because it was getting colder. You two brush your teeth and wash your faces together, Jaehyun kissing you on the top of your head as you finish up your skincare routine. He decided to take a shower so you head out of the bathroom and into the kitchen.

You weren’t hungry just yet, but knew you would be soon so you decided to make some breakfast. Plus, the boys would really appreciate a hot meal as soon as they wake up. You get started by getting out all the pans and cracking a few eggs into it.

The toaster makes a pop as two pieces of toast come out, causing you to jump slightly. You hear Jaehyun laughing and you turn around to see him, fresh out of the shower with a towel around his waist and wet hair dripping onto his shoulders.

“I swear there’s something wrong with your toaster, it scares me every single time.” You say, defending yourself.

Jaehyun flashes you a smile as he walks closer to you, taking a peak at what all you’re making. You turn your attention back to the food as well, making sure nothing’s burning. “Hm, smells good angel.” Jaehyun says as he wraps his arms around your waist from behind.

It would have been a sweet little moment if Jaehyun hadn’t just gotten out of the shower. You immediately feel your back get wet and you try to nudge him off. “Jae, you’re getting me soaked!”

You both laugh as he refuses to let go of you. “I’ll let you change into some of my clothes sweetheart.” His words make you relax a bit until you hear someone snort out a laugh from behind you. You both break apart and look at who has come into the room.

You see a grinning Johnny, more than delighted to have walked in on a very clingy Jaehyun, which happens to be a very rare sight for him to see. Jaehyun prepared himself for Johnny's teasing but they didn't come just yet because you spoke up before Johnny could.

"Good morning, I made some breakfast!" You point to everything while handing him a plate so he can grab whatever he wants. "I'm gonna go change real quick." You say, showing him your wet clothes and laughing.

Johnny thanks you for making breakfast and as soon as you're out of ear shot, he turns to Jaehyun. "I'll let you change into some of my clothes sweetheart." He says in an overly deep voice, trying to wrap his arms around Jaehyun's waist. "I'm so in love with you baby, I had to hop right out of the shower and come and see you sweetheart."

Jaehyun's cheeks become a pink color, but he can't blame Johnny for making fun of him. If it was the other way around, he would be making jokes at Johnny's expense. "Whatever, like you’ve never been in love before."

Johnny touches his heart in fake adornment. "Valentine boy’s in lovee.” 

Jaehyun decides to try his best to ignore him, knowing that he’ll be teased about this for the rest of the day.

[thenewblackcanvas]

I think there’d be a lot of sweetness in chan’s return home from tour. Like don’t get me wrong there with be ALOT of nsfw moments but I think the love would really show.

Like the minute he stepped into your apartment- typing the code even felt like forever- he walked into to foyer, letting the door close behind him. You came over seeing the duffel slide off him like it weighed a thousand pounds. He looked so tired. Your heart felt so full and so fond. You took long strides over to him, engulfing each other

Your arms tightly around his neck while his arms held you limply at first almost as if expecting it to be only dream you- again- and wake up. But it wasn’t. His arms slowly tightened around you. It was really you. He buried his face in your neck.

You would pick up his duffel and hold his hand to lead him to the room. He finally let the big ol backpack he was still carrying come off before holding you again. This time he softly let his lips indulge in yours. It had been months.

It stayed stagnant for a while before he felt good enough to venture further. But almost as if you sensed him about to do so you pulled away to bring him to the shower. You’d bought a few of the products he frequently used especially one he had mentioned loving on tour. He only grabbed a mini size but there was the full size sitting in your bathroom. You hadn’t even mentioned it specifically just that you got him some stuff for your house. He smiled wider knowing you listened to him rambling in his tired state between performances and sleep

You encouraged a shower. He wanted you to join him but you saw how tired he was. You assured him you would be waiting in bed for him to climb in next to you. He would be too tired to even beg you to join him plus the thought of you AND warm covers on a comfy bed made him want to skip the shower but he needed to get the travel off him.

Basically the moment he got in bed threw and arm over you he was practically already out.

It was only at around 5 in the morning he stirred for nsfw reasons.

You woke up to feel his erection across your clothed heat as his hips moved almost on their own

One of your legs was bent out as your sleeping form was sprawled on your side on the bed. He was seated right there, almost having unhindered access to your heat. In this position, he was almost pushing you to your stomach with the force of his thrusts. Your hand that was out on the bed was starting to grip the sheets for leverage as you started whining. He stuttered for a moment when you cursed realizing you were awake now

“S-sorry. Woke up like this. Need it-“

“Keep going”

You were both disoriented from sleep and quick onset carnal desire.

When he finally pulls his boxers down enough and you pulled your panties to the side he started to slide in bringing the arm to tighten around your torso and pull you back, closer to him as he rolled into you.

As it got faster, he pushed you fully on your stomach, propped your hips up, and hovered over you. On his palms, he chases a desperate and long overdue high

Your hand came under you and between your legs to aid you to your own high

Thankfully you finished about the same time, leaving you both panting and more tired.

He pulled you back to the position from before, arm tight around you, without pulling out. “This is how I wanted to sleep every night”

I barely edited this thought from its state in my notes so if it's bad, then i guess its just bad ♡ Bang Chan masterpost ♡

[hazza-bear-care]

Owned, but Trashy

Based on my own experiences with hickeys and the people that gave them to me.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader.

Warnings: Avengers being rude and judgmental, insecure/shy reader, swearing, mentions of smut

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Y/N loved hickeys. There was just something about them that made her feel loved, adored, and wanted. In the past, she had always been cautious about where her hickeys were placed on her body, opting for the collarbone down since they'd be easier to hide. However, when she met Bucky, she didn't care if there were hickeys on her neck. She wanted people to know that she was claimed, that someone loved her enough to mark her up so other creepy people wouldn't make an effort to talk to her.

One morning, after a particularly steamy evening with Bucky, Y/N woke up absolutely covered in hickeys. Bruises littered her body, all of them dark and angry, but relatively easy to hide with her clothing. All except the two on her neck.

"Good morning, Gorgeous. How'd you sleep?" Bucky questioned as he emerged from the bathroom. He was fresh from a shower, body glistening with water as droplets slid down his toned chest and absorbing into the towel wrapped dangerously low around his waist. Bucky looked absolutely delicious, but Y/N was always slightly disappointed when the marks she left on him faded practically overnight due to his advanced healing. Y/N distinctly remembered leaving a hickey of her own on his left pectoral, right above his heart, but there was nothing there as she watched another drop of water slide over where she left the mark.

"I slept well. How about you? Anymore nightmares?" Y/N countered, wincing slightly as she stood from her place in bed. She was sore, legs still shaky to the point where she almost couldn't hold up her body weight. Bucky chuckled softly at the sight of his girlfriend struggling to stand on her own, walking over to her and wrapping his arms around her waist, both in comfort and support. The couple shared a quick kiss once they were united, Bucky pulling away with a small smile.

"No, Princess. I never have nightmares with you." Y/N smiled and scoffed, clearly spotting Bucky's lie. He usually has nightmares, waking Y/N up in the process. She shivered as Bucky moved her hair back behind her shoulders, taking in the sight of his handiwork on her neck. He planted a kiss on each one, feeling slightly guilty over how dark they had grown over the hours they had slept.

"Well, I appreciate you lying to me, Buck. Is there any hot water left?" Bucky laughed at her accusation, but nodded anyway, moving away from his girl so she could take a shower in peace while he got ready for the day.

Once she was in view of a mirror, Y/N was able to fully see every mark Bucky had left on her body. She had bruises on her breasts from where Bucky had sucked on them, her nipples still slightly puffy. He had nipped her tummy as he slid down to the apex of her thighs, so there were small bruises that adorned her abdomen. Before going down on her, Bucky had spread her legs as wide as they could go, and hickeys were scattered over the insides of her thighs before disappearing as they got closer to her pussy. Turning around, she audibly gasped at the sight of full handprints on her ass cheeks from where she had been spanked repeatedly. She liked it rough, and Bucky always delivered on that promise, but she never had this many marks to worry about.

Before she jumped in the shower, she took the time to examine the dark marks on her neck, both bruises sitting nicely on her jugular veins. Y/N sighed, getting in the shower and scrubbing away most of the memories from the previous night.

Once out of the shower and wrapped in a warm towel, Y/N stood in front of the mirror once more, her makeup scattered on the counter in front of her as she attempted to cover the bruises on her neck. She wasn't very successful due to just how dark the hickeys were, their pigment slipping through the coverage of her concealer and color corrector. She sighed out of frustration and positioned her dried hair over the marks to hide them from her teammates downstairs.

She dressed comfortably, a snowstorm trapping everyone inside for the next two days at least. As she slowly made her way downstairs, she was met with laughter and conversation coming from the dining room table where breakfast was served. A hush fell over everyone as Y/N made her way over to the table, sliding into an empty seat next to Natasha.

"Well, well! Look who finally decided to join us! Good morning, Sleeping Beauty!" Sam called through a mouthful of scrambled eggs.

"Shut up, Sam. If you heard what they were doing last night, you'd understand why she AND Bucky slept as late as they did." Steve countered, causing Y/N to freeze in her place. She knew she was loud, but the walls of the compound were very thick, so her volume was usually never a problem. Bucky, who was sitting across the table, was also shocked into silence, jaw clenching as he listened to his so-called friends heckle him for loving his girl and treating her right.

"You guys heard us?" Y/N asked softly, a blush spreading across her face as she eyed her team.

"Not all of us, just me. Heightened senses, ya know?" Steve clarified, taking a sip of his coffee like had hadn't just announced to everyone that he heard his best friends fucking. Attempting to swallow the lump in her throat, Y/N excused herself back to her room, hoping a workout would help her clear her mind. She changed into a sports bra and leggings, not bothering to put her hair up seeing as it was doing a fairly good job hiding the hickeys on her neck. She walked back into the kitchen, headphones around her neck, filling up her water bottle before heading to the basement gym to work out her frustrations.

As Y/N stood in the center of the room stretching, a voice interrupted her.

"Mind if I join you? I haven't had a good spar in a while." Natasha asked, approaching Y/N cautiously, as if she were a mountain lion ready to pounce.

"Um, sure, but I wasn't planning on sparring, just doing some cardio." Natasha hummed in response, taking a quick glance at Y/N as she continued to warm up. As her arms stretched over her head, her leggings slipped a bit, revealing the small bite marks Bucky had left on her stomach. Natasha pretended not to notice, but watched as Y/N walked over to a treadmill.

"You're going to do cardio without putting your hair up? Brave girl." Y/N paused again, searching Natasha's face for any sign of joking or teasing.

"I didn't realize I forgot a hair tie until I was already down here." Y/N explained quickly.

"I have an extra! Here, I'll help you put your hair up since you always like how I do mine." Natasha grabbed Y/N's wrist and pulled her over to a bench, pushing the girl to sit as Nat stood behind her, gathering her hair into a ponytail. She pulled a few strands out to frame Y/N's face and examined her work, eyes trailing over Y/N once again to admire how well the ponytail worked with her facial features.

"Thank you for your help, Nat. I'm going to run now." Natasha once again watched as Y/N walked away towards the treadmill her stuff was stationed at, standing on it as she adjusted the speed.

From where Natasha was standing, she noticed the slight orange tint to Y/N's neck, and the revelation hit her like a ton of bricks.

"Wow. When you and Bucky go at it, you leave no stone unturned do you?" Natasha wondered aloud, the admission making Y/N stumble and fall off the treadmill.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Y/N yelled, wincing as she stood up and turned off the machine she was on.

"The hickeys. I'll admit you did good hiding the ones on your stomach, but I can tell you have some on your neck as well. The makeup doesn't match, Y/N." Natasha said casually.

"Great. Thank you so much for pointing that out to me, Romanoff." Y/N replied angrily. Referring to her teammates by last name was only something she did when she was extremely upset or frustrated with them. She ripped her hair out of the ponytail, flinging the hair tie back in Nat's general direction before gathering her stuff to leave the gym.

"I thought we were going to spar!" Natasha objected as Y/N made her way to the door.

"Kiss my ass, Romanoff." And with that, Y/N went back upstairs.

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On the way back to her room, it seemed like Y/N was never going to live last night down. Every member of the Avengers from Tony to Peter were scattered in different places in the living room, arguments about what movie to watch ensuing.

"Y/N! What movie should we start the marathon with?" Peter called as Y/N walked by, attempting to slip past everyone unnoticed. Peeking around the curtain of hair she had discreetly positioned to hide her tears and flushed face, she made eye contact with the youngest member of the team, who instantly furrowed his brows in confusion and concern.

"Um, Star Wars." She mumbled, hoping that was enough of an answer for her to escape, but before she could take another step, Tony's voice stopped her.

"Pump your brakes, Hickey Queen. There are nine Star Wars movies. Which one are you recommending?"

"I don't give a shit which one you start with, Stark. As far as I'm concerned, you all can suck my dick." Y/N bit back, looking down and noticing that more of the hickeys on her stomach were visible.

"Woah! Bionic Man, do you hear how she's treating us? Maybe you should help her out by fucking that attitude out of her." Tony replied, loud enough for Y/N to hear as she retreated upstairs. The door to her room slammed shut, locking it behind her as she screamed into a pillow.

Her team had never been this rude to her. Yes, they had poked fun at her before, making comments about how quiet and shy she was, but those never bothered her. She knew they were joking, but today, it didn't seem fun or friendly; it was accusatory. Like she had kept everyone in the compound awake as Bucky fucked her relentlessly for hours on end. She had never been this embarrassed by people she called friends.

A knock on her door interrupted the crying fest she had begun, but she made no move to answer. Another knock.

"FRIDAY, who's at the door?" Y/N mumbled, not caring if the AI couldn't hear her.

"Seargeant Barnes and Peter Parker, Miss. Would you like me to let them in?"

"Fine." The lock on the door clicked quietly as her bedroom door opened. When Bucky and Peter entered, they were met with Y/N's back.

"Honey, are you okay?" Bucky asked softly, coming to kneel beside her so he could see her face. Peter opted to sit on the bed next to her, softly rubbing her back in an attempt to comfort his friend.

"No, I'm not okay! You heard what they've been saying about us all day. Steve heard us, Natasha noticed my hickeys, and Tony made it a point to tell EVERYONE that I had more and couldn't do a better job of hiding them. What have they said to you?" Y/N whined, shrugging away from both of the guys in her room, sitting on the floor with her back to the wall.

"They haven't said much, but I've made every effort to defend you, lovebug. However, I don't think they're intending to upset you." Bucky replied, keeping his distance from his crying girlfriend.

"They are, Mr. Barnes. After breakfast, Wanda pointed out that Y/N's neck looked off. She said it looked like she was covering something up. When Y/N came down in her workout gear, Natasha said she was going to follow her, figure out what she was trying to hide. Once Y/N came upstairs, Natasha texted Wanda what happened. That's why Tony called her "Hickey Queen" when asking what movie we should watch." Bucky saw red. How could they go through all this effort of being sneaky just to make fun of Y/N?

"Why didn't you say anything sooner, kid?" Bucky asked through his teeth, calming himself before he went off on Peter.

"I didn't know who they were talking about until the movie discussion, otherwise I would have. I'm sorry." Peter explained, shrinking away from Bucky who just kept getting angrier as the discussion went on.

Once she heard what happened, Y/N stood up so fast she made herself dizzy.

"FRIDAY, tell everyone to gather in the living room, now."

"Yes, Miss, Y/N. Would you like me to alert you when everyone is there?" The AI responded.

"No. We'll already be there."

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The team was gathered, confusion scattered over everyone's faces as they looked at Y/N, who was standing in front of the fireplace with her arms crossed over her chest.

"What is this about?" Tony asked, feeling a chill run down his spine as he caught Y/N's glare.

"Hickeys. A little birdie told me my business was spread through the team because some nosy little redheads couldn't mind their own." Y/N replied, glaring at Wanda and Natasha who were both sitting on the same couch. Wanda didn't meet Y/N's gaze, embarrassed that she was being called out in public. Natasha however, scoffed and rolled her eyes, used to being interrogated in worse conditions.

"Listen, Y/N, I was just-"

"No, I talk, Wanda. Last time I checked, I was an adult. I'm old enough to make my own decisions, and the fact that I spent all day being bullied by my friends was a real dick move by all of you. If you wanted details about my sex life so fucking badly, you should have asked ME rather than coming up with a stupid ass plan to embarrass me and Bucky."

"Y/N."

"I AM STILL TALKING! Jesus fucking Christ! Steve, I don't give a shit if we kept you up all night. What two people in a RELATIONSHIP do is no one else's concern. If Bucky was a dickhead and cheating on me, THEN you can judge our relationship. But the fact that I'm getting more action than half of you does NOT give you the right to spy on me because you're too chicken shit to ask a simple fucking question. How would you guys feel if I revealed your secrets?"

"We don't have any secrets." Bruce countered.

"Oh, no secrets huh? You tried to kill yourself because you couldn't stand living with the other guy. Steve is a virgin. Natasha had a complete hysterectomy. Wanda and Vision have a kinkier sex life than Bucky and I do. Last week, I walked in on Tony and Pepper going at it right where you guys are sitting. Barton has an entire fucking FAMILY hidden away. No secrets my ass. But now, how do you feel about my revelations, Wanda?"

"I hated it. Especially the part about me and Vision." She mumbled, her fingernails more interesting to mess with then looking at Y/N.

"Now you know how I feel. Doesn't feel good, does it?" Y/N pressed. Wanda shook her head.

"That's what I thought. You guys are such assholes and I expect an apology from all of you before you get one from me. You have until the end of the week, or else I'll spread so much gossip about all of you, you'll wish you were never born. Am I understood?" No one said anything.

"You know what, Y/N? You're a trashy little slut who jumped on the first dick that gave you attention. Hickeys aren't a form of love or adoration like you think they are." Natasha countered, smirking at how taken aback Y/N was at her comment.

"You're right, Romanoff, they're not a sign of love or adoration," Bucky chimed in, causing Y/N to turn her head in his direction before he continued. "They are a sign that she's MINE. I do love and adore her, and I mark her up so others know that. I love marking her up, she loves being marked up, and I don't see how that is anyone else's problem but mine and hers."

"Oh please! You didn't even like her until she spread her legs for you." Natasha argued back. Bucky lost his cool, stomping towards Natasha so quickly, she didn't have time to react before a metal hand wrapped around her throat. Natasha's eyes went wide as she struggled against Bucky's grip, her hand frantically clawing at his metal one.

"Shut. Up. Or I will kill you right here, right now. Understood?" Bucky growled at Natasha, who quickly nodded.

"The same goes for all of you, so I'd do what the lady said and apologize." As he finalized his thoughts, he released the hold he had on Natasha, the redheaded spy choking on the air she pulled in. Everyone else in the room nodded. Bucky threw one final glare at everyone before grabbing Y/N and taking her upstairs.

By weeks' end, everyone had apologized to Y/N in one form or another. Natasha apologized verbally, then kept her distance as to not anger Bucky. Wanda made her family recipe of Paprikash and presented it to Y/N, who gratefully accepted the peace offering. Tony sent Y/N a bouquet of tulips every day until she ran out of space in her room to put them. Steve apologized by moving to a completely different floor.

The next time Y/N had hickeys, she didn't bother to hide them, and everyone on the team kept their mouths shut.

[writingwhimsey]

All's Fair In Love & War- Nobunaga Ch. 33

I woke in the morning, my side still killing me, but my fever finally broken. Nobunaga was still beside me, his arms holding me close. I could feel the rise and fall of his chest and the steady beat of his heart by my head. These were things I would never take for granted after I came so close to losing him.

I lay there a moment, just appreciating how peaceful he looked while sleeping. Appreciating every breath he took and every beat of his heart. I sent up a silent thank you to whatever deity may exist above for allowing me to stop his death…for allowing me to have more time with the man I loved.

It was while I was gazing at him, i noticed the collar of his robe having gotten a bit disheveled from sleep. Gingerly I reached my hand forward, wanting to straighten it for him. Just as my fingers brushed against his neck, I felt his hand on mine and I was soon staring into those carnelian eyes…eyes that didn’t look particularly pleased at the moment.

“What do you think you are doing?” He asked me, fully awake.

I blinked in confusion. “I was just going to straighten your collar.”

“There is no need.” He replied.

It was then that I remembered in the fire when I had gone to check the pulse point at his neck how that had woken him. “Do…do you not like your neck being touched?” 

Nobunaga looked away, his cheeks appearing to turn a bit red. “I…it…it tickles.”

I had to bite back a giggle. Who knew the Devil King was ticklish?

“This is no laughing matter.” Nobunaga said, his voice authoritative.

I did my best to calm my laughter, though I knew my eyes betrayed me…not to mention I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face. “You’re rather adorable Nobunaga.”

This only seemed to vex him more. “You are free to touch me anywhere…except my neck and ears.”

“Oh, so two of the places you love to shower in affection on me are off limits for you?” I teased.

“That’s right.” Nobunaga replied, then a devilish grin came to his face. He moved quickly and the next thing I knew he was over me, pinning me down by my wrists. “And I shall make sure you do not share this information with anyone else or use it against me.”

I felt my heart fluttering as I looked up at him. Then I gave him my own grin. “You know…I can get out of this.”

Nobunaga grinned at me. “Is that so?” He asked, his eyes challenging me.

“If I wanted to, that is.” I replied, grinning back at him. 

“Do you mean to tell me this is how you wanted the morning to go?” He asked me.

“Can you think of a better way to wake up?” I asked.

Nobunaga chuckled as he leaned down, his face just centimeters above mine. “I just need to check something first.” He said, before kissing my forehead. “It appears your fever has finally broken.”

His words brought a fresh wave of love over me. 

He let go of one of my wrists, bringing his hand to trail lovingly down my injured side. “How is your pain?” He asked.

“Tolerable.” I answered. “How are you feeling?” I asked, though Ieyasu had examined him and found nothing wrong, I still couldn’t help but to worry. He had been in that fire for a while.

“I am perfectly fine.” Nobunaga answered, his fingertips playing with the ties that held my robe on. “As long as you are fine I am…seeing you in pain is worse than my own.”

I lifted my newly-freed hand to cup his face. “I feel the same way about you…and last night…it was too close…”

I was cut off by Nobunaga’s lips on mine. I returned his kiss, our tongues moving together to deepen the kiss. He released my other hand so that I was free to hold him and he was free to hold me. Our hands moved over each other’s bodies, the heat spreading between us even through our clothes.

We began to untie each other’s clothes…and just as things were getting extra steamy, the tent flap opened. “Oh my….DO YOU TWO HAVE ANY IDEA HOW CLOSE YOU BOTH CAME TO DYING LAST NIGHT?!”

Nobunaga and I broke our kiss, turning to see Ieyasu having entered the tent, Hideyoshi, and Jiro behind him. Ieyasu had surprisingly been the one to reprimand us.

“Are we going to have to separate you two, my lords?” Jiro asked.

“It may be the only way to make sure they don’t overdo it.” Hideyoshi agreed.

Though I could feel my cheeks heating up at them all having walked in on us like this, I still couldn’t help but to feel annoyed…and a little anxious at the idea of being separated from Nobunaga. Of course…Nobunaga must have felt the same way as I felt his arm tighten around me…and neither of us had moved despite our audience.

My gaze turned to my love and he was looking back at me. We shared a look before glaring at the others. “Hideyoshi, Jiro, are you really trying to give your lords orders?” Nobunaga asked, his tone challenging.

Hideyoshi seemed to stammer a moment. “O-of…course not, my lord…it’s just one of the things a good vassal does includes looking out for your health…”

“And when your lord is good at ignoring her pain to not appear weak, you get used to trying to make her slow down.” Jiro added, not nearly as flustered as Hideyoshi.

“I know my body better than anyone. I’m the one living in it. I know my limits even when I’m injured.” I countered.

“What is with all the shouting going on?” Sato asked as she came in…then she took note of the position Nobunaga and I were in and a grin broke out across her face. “Oh, I see everything now.”

“Why do you look like you support this?” Jiro asked Sato.

“You do realize they both almost died last night, right?” Ieyasu asked Sato, his tone exasperated.

Sato’s grin only widened further. “And that is exactly why I am in support of our lords doing as they please.” She said. She was then turning to wink at me and Nobunaga.

“Yeah, well we have to be getting ready to leave.” Ieyasu said.

“Yes we do, so there’s no time for all of that anyways.” Jiro agreed.

Nobunaga and I shared a look and I let out a sigh. I felt his lips on my forehead. “We shall continue this when we arrive back in Azuchi then and I shall lavish you in affection uninterrupted.” He said, grinning at me, causing my heart to race.

I smiled at him, though I decided to be a bit more challenging. “Azuchi?”

“Yes, it is closer and you are injured. You shouldn’t be traveling too far just yet.” Nobunaga replied, his fingers gently grazing my cheek.

“Fair point.” I replied, enjoying the touch of his hand. “I guess, I can return with you.”

Nobunaga grinned. “And when you need to return to your territory, I shall come with you.”

I felt my heart rate picking up once again. Honestly…I didn’t want to be separated from him if I could help it…and it appeared he felt the same way. It was nice to know we were on the same page.

“Ugh, can you two please stop it already.” Ieyasu grumbled. “And can you also save all of this lovey-dovey crap for when you’re alone?”

“It is a little much.” Hideyoshi agreed. “And when we return to Azuchi you should both rest.”

“We’ll probably have to separate them.” Jiro said.

“You’re all too much of worrywarts, now come on. Let's give them some privacy so they can get ready.” Sato said, grabbing Hideyoshi and Jiro by the collar to drag them out of the tent. “Ieyasu, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll come, too.”

Ieyasu let out a grumble before exiting the tent.

Nobunaga and I looked at each other. “It seems we should be getting up and ready.” I said.

“Yes…as I said, we’ll continue this when we return.” He told me with a grin before placing a light kiss on my lips.

We untangled ourselves from each other and got ready to head out. When we exited the tent, our men were moving quickly to take it down. Soon the hastily assembled camp was taken down and there were already arrangements being made for the monks of the temple to lodge elsewhere while the temple was reconstructed. We all ate some breakfast Masamune had prepared before we were getting ready to depart.

Sato bowed to me. “I’ll return when I have something to report, my lord.” She said.

“Thank you and make sure you take care of yourself.” I told her.

She smiled. “I always do.” She said. She was then leaning in to whisper to me. “And you make sure you enjoy yourself.” She was then giving me a wink before she headed off.

The rest of us were ready to head off soon, back to Azuchi. Nobunaga had already mounted his horse and came over to me, holding out his hand.I looked up at him, a playful smile on my face. “You know I have my own horse.”

“Yes, but you should ride with me.” He replied.

Ieyasu was letting out a sigh. “While I am not looking forward to watching you two flirt, you really should ride with Nobunaga.” He said. “With an injury like that you’re in no condition to ride on your own.”

“You should ride with me, my lord.” Jiro said, surprising me. “Lord Ieyasu is right…and I really do think…”

At Jiro’s words, I placed my hand in Nobunaga’s and allowed him to pull me up into the saddle in front of him. “YOU do not tell your lord what to do.” I reminded him with a pointed look.

“You pick the strangest times to remind me of that.” Jiro replied, narrowing his eyes at me.

Masamune and Mitsuhide were laughing. Hideyoshi was giving Jiro a sympathetic look.

“Let us be off.” Nobunaga said, snapping the reins and then we were leading everyone back to Azuchi. As we rode, Nobunaga gave me a light kiss to the nape of my neck, causing a shiver to go down my spine.

“I still don’t think it’s fair.” I said, giving him a look.

“What is that?” He asked, grinning at me.

“You can lavish my neck with all these kisses and I can’t go near yours.” I replied.

Nobunaga gave me a glare for a moment before a devilish grin broke out across his face. “That is the way it is. I never claimed to be a fair man.” He replied, peppering more kisses over the side of my neck, one arm moving to wrap securely around my waist, pinning my body against his.

I sucked in a breath even as I fought to keep from letting out a moan. While some PDA didn’t bother me too much…there was something about getting THIS affectionate in front of all of our men, not just the closest ones… of course there was also something a bit thrilling about it all too.

“Ugh…” Ieyasu grumbled.

Hideyoshi let out an awkward cough while Jiro was clearing his throat. I just hoped that I wasn’t reduced to a puddle by the time we reached Azuchi. Nobunaga’s love tended to have that effect on me.

[wonlouvre]

more for forever | k. mg.

pairing: editor-in-chief mingyu x female reader genre: fluff, a little bit of angst, cliché (in the sense that mingyu is rich and likes to spoil his girlfriend) warnings: mentions of insecurity, food word count: 2.8k

💌: this is just pure indulgence and i really hope you all like this! please wait for wonwoo because i have something in store for him too ;) again, this is cliché please forgive me. please tell me what you think about it hehe i love reading your comments, feedbacks and tags! also a big thank you to @minkwans​ for sharing their ideas and giving this oneshot life! <3

The name Kim Mingyu didn’t ring a bell before. Not until his executive assistant reached out to you because apparently, the photographer slash writer read one of your blog posts and wanted you to take part for their sixth year anniversary issue. You know the famous magazine and publishing company, which is why you thought it was a scam or a ploy to steal your money. It’s a stupid assumption but you can’t blame your mind imagining the worse because you are not a fashion blogger at all. Why would a fashion magazine want you to write an article for them?

Sure, you regularly write and post blog entries on your website. But you write about your dog, your recently bought tea coaster and sometimes your skincare routine. Okay, maybe your occasional outfit of the day as well but nothing in detail. Again, why do they want you to write for them?

Kim Mingyu answered your questions and uncertainties when he personally emailed his contact details to you. You didn’t have to bite, but it didn’t hurt to confirm at the same time. You dialed the number and he indeed proved you wrong. He invited you for a meeting at his office and you accepted. 

Your visits to high-rise buildings, much more to the luxurious office of an executive, is rare to never. You were jaw slacked when your eyes took in the crisp architecture. The design, the furniture, the color, the everything was beyond what you could have imagined a publishing company’s headquarters could be. 

The meeting was nothing but short of an interview. He asked about your blog (which does not even have its own domain by the way), he asked what else you write about, he asked about your desk job (which doesn’t pay much but enough for you to get by), he asked if you have any background about fashion and one last question about your dog, Max, before talking about his proposal. 

To be honest, Mingyu’s offer was tempting. For one article, the commission would be enough for you to move out of your current apartment and move to a brand new and fully-furnished one. But you remained true to yourself and without thinking twice, you declined. 

You can tell that the editor-in-chief and his assistant, who stood beside him all throughout, was surprised by the looks on their faces. But Mingyu respected your decision and didn’t pursue any further. You took your stand from the chair and sincerely thanked him for the time and opportunity. You thought that would be it but when he followed suit with your actions and reached his hand out, it was your turn to be surprised. 

You didn’t hesitate to mirror him and shake his hand, firmly. After that, you’d figure that it’s the end and that you’ll probably get to see a glimpse of him only through your television or phone. But Mingyu proved you wrong once again when he sent an unexpected email three days later asking why.

What might be the reason why you didn’t accept his offer? 

You believed he deserved an explanation of your personal reasons so you disclosed them. And just like that the conversation on that email thread naturally progressed and eventually deepened. The professional emails became casual text messages, the text messages became phone calls, and the phone calls became actual face to face dates at late hours of the evening because he usually clocks out at 9 o’clock. 

The rest, as they say, was in the hands of history. 

Your first date with Mingyu was particularly odd. It was at a traditional Korean restaurant owned by one of his friends who introduced himself as Angel even though his real name is Jeonghan. You didn’t question him or anyone else why because that’s none of your business. But back to the date. It was odd because you have never been to a restaurant that’s completely empty and dead silent before (aside of course, from the typical music played in the background). You asked Mingyu if such an occurrence is normal and he just plainly answered that he rented the whole place all to yourselves. You have always known he’s rich. However, you didn’t believe that booking the whole restaurant was necessary.  

Nonetheless, that first date, in some way, was special for you because there were no distractions. You enjoyed his company and you can tell he enjoyed yours too because he’s quick to mention a second date and it didn’t take a heartbeat for you to say yes. 

But, by far, Mingyu inviting you to the behind the scenes of the making of the sixth anniversary issue that you turned down writing for is one of the most memorable dates the two of you had. It was out of the blue and you two were having difficulty in syncing your schedules. He was beginning to get busier and busier as the anniversary neared and the only way he could think of still making time for you is inviting you to his office. He called you and asked if you’re free to have lunch together. And you, being attracted to the handsome and tall man, didn’t hesitate to say yes. 

He was in the middle of ending his morning meeting when you arrived and you were almost caught off-guard when all eyes were suddenly on you, making you feel small. But Mingyu didn't care as his smile beamed, immediately standing up from his chair to walk towards you. The rest of his staff were still in the midst of walking out of his office when he grasped your hand to pull you inside and you have never felt so shy your whole life.

Since then, he made you tag along to the creative process and you witnessed how hands on he was with every article, every photo, every brand, every trend and every detail that goes to the magazine that he has built and loved with his blood, sweat and tears. He’s beyond dedicated in finding and doing what’s best for the magazine and most importantly, its loyal readers. 

You can tell that he really is deserving of everything that he has and is still receiving.

Mingyu being perfect also applies to your relationship. He’s always present despite being booked with fittings, meetings, photoshoots and business travels twenty-nine days of the month. He never fails to call, never fails to answer your calls. He never fails to offer the warmest hugs and the softest kisses. Well, he fails to be on time during your dates sometimes but he never once stood you up and his cuddles when he sleeps over are enough to apologize for the lost time.

The only flaw he has is that he doesn’t know how to take no for an answer. Most especially at times where he wants to shower his love in ways that cost more than your paycheck in a year.

Here are some examples:

You know that Mingyu pays attention to every word you say. Even if you just mentioned a passing topic, he will do his best to keep those in mind. With that being said, you mentioned once that you want to renovate the extra bedroom of your apartment and turn it into a study where you could work someday. Your boyfriend, being the rich man he is, offered to hire and pay a team that could help you bring the design you envisioned into life. 

That was during the first few months of your relationship and you were flabbergasted by how easy it was for him to do or much less say. Needless to say, you immediately turned him down and he respected that (but of course, he pouted about it like a child all throughout the day). 

But wait, there’s more. 

Do you remember how you mentioned that Mingyu travels frequently? Yes? Well, Mingyu always books an extra ticket for you just in case you want to join him. Sometimes it’s not even about the flight ticket anymore. It’s about him stopping by your apartment to pick you up unexpectedly as if France is only a drive away. 

It’s unbelievable, really. That’s why you always close the door on his face. But of course, you don’t forget to give him a long kiss and “stay safe” or “I’ll miss you” farewell. Mingyu, ever the good boy he is, lets you win and just return your kisses a little longer for the days he won’t be able to do so. 

Mingyu’s intentions are pure and you’re well aware that the man that you love is only doing this because it’s simple, he loves you. He wants what’s best for you, he wants to give you what you deserve. You can never blame him for being out of touch from reality at times, but you can learn and grow with him. Although of course, he still needs a scolding and a wake up call every now and then. 

Anything else? Yes.

You didn’t take into consideration that he’d remember, but one night while the two of you were about to fall asleep, you sleepily mumbled about your dreams of attending graduate school. It was a mere whisper in the late night against his chest and you even thought that he wouldn’t hear you at all because his eyes were already closed. You honestly didn’t expect that he’d send you brochures of different universities who offer various programs the following day. You had to calm him down as he excitedly talked you through it. You even had to shut him up with your lips and explain that you don’t have the time to study at the moment with your current job. He tried to encourage you with praises and admiration of your dedication, skills and knowledge. But no, you didn’t buy it and that’s the end of discussion. 

The gifts, however, are something that Mingyu is not giving up on. The first few instances he gave you gifts whether it be a high-end handbag, shoes, clothing, and even jewelry, you allowed him. Because there were only a few. But along the way, the gifts got bigger and more frequent. You had to sit him down to set limitations. It was a long conversation of him trying to get the upper hand. But you didn’t let him outsmart you with his hugs and kisses. It was either he was going to tone it down with the gifts or no gifts at all. 

Sometimes, as much as you hate to admit it to yourself, you can’t avoid getting insecure and afraid that the euphoric time you share with Mingyu is not meant to last. At some point, the fact that he's one of the youngest successful editor-in-chiefs of a multi-million earning magazine got overwhelming. You can’t help but feel that you’re no match for him. And again, you hate that your mind gets clouded with ideas that you’re just a charity case he enjoys spending his money on. Of course, you believe that he doesn’t look at you in that way.

It’s you who thinks so. 

“Hey.”

You release the bite on your bottom lip at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice. Your lost eyes shoot to the stove where he’s cooking and you notice that he’s about done so you should set the table. 

You didn’t even answer Mingyu’s call which concerns him. He wipes the sauce off his hands on the apron he’s wearing and holds your waist before you could even round the corner to the cabinets. 

His warmth snaps you out of your thoughts. Your eyes blink up to him and he just raises his eyebrows at you. 

“Is there something wrong?” He asks and lowers the heat of the conduction. 

“Nothing, nothing,” you lie, shaking your head, “Let me get the plates. I’m quite hungry.”

You try escaping his strong arms and gaze, but he doesn’t let you go. Instead, he wraps his arms around your waist tighter. Your palms automatically land on his chest and the lean muscles make you gulp. 

“I’m going to ask again and this time, I want you to tell me the truth,” he says in a serious yet gentle tone. “What’s wrong?”

You sigh and lean your forehead against his chest. Mingyu also sighs and kisses the top of your head. It’s better to tell him now because you’re not going to get anywhere if you’re just going to keep it to yourself. It will be unfair for him too and that’s not what you want. 

“I just don’t feel so good about myself over the past few days,” you finally voice out. You sound weak, but Mingyu can hear you loud and clear. “I feel like I don’t deserve you.”

Mingyu had to pull away and hold your shoulders to search your eyes, his frown showing disbelief and sadness both at the same time. “Did I do or say something to make you feel this way?”

“No, no,” you quickly say and hold his cheeks. “You did absolutely nothing. It’s just all in my head.”

Mingyu becomes silent and you wish you could just drop it because the regret and embarrassment is slowly dawning upon you. You wish you didn’t bring it up anymore because why would you burden him with your problems? 

But Mingyu proves you wrong once again by holding your hand and carefully tugging you to sit on the dining table, saying softly, “Come on. Let’s talk about it.”

And talk you did. You let out your concerns, worries, fears and insecurities. You bore it all without hiding or masking anything. A tear or two slipped once or twice and some words were interrupted by your hiccups, but Mingyu was patient. He listened and held your hand, promising you that it’s okay. It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to be scared. It’s okay to be worried. It’s okay to be vulnerable in front of him. It’s okay to trust him because he loves you. 

Mingyu loves you and his words and actions assure you that it’s okay to love him too. 

When there were no more words left to say, the two of you shared a comfortable silence. The weight on your shoulders and the sick feeling in your stomach immediately vanished and you have never felt so relieved. You have never felt so free and loved. You can’t believe that Kim Mingyu is real. 

“I know that this is unwarranted,” Mingyu breaks the silence after a while, “but I want you to know that I don’t think of you in any of those ways. To me, you’re the person I love and I am happy with regardless of our different upbringings, different jobs. Those don’t matter to the time and love we share together.”

“I know,” you affirm and kiss his cheek. 

Mingyu nods and smiles against the palm of your hand when a memory suddenly pops in his mind. “I’m not sure if I have told you this already. But the blog entry of yours that caught my attention is about your first ever blog post.”

Your eyes widen at his confession. You have never heard of this before. “You mean the one where I talked about why I love writing so much?”

Your boyfriend smiles and nods. “That one.”

“Gosh. That’s so embarrassing,” you groan and palm your face. 

“What do you mean embarrassing?” He argues, taking your hand to hold again. “That post was one of the most genuine posts that I have ever read. You explained, word by word, your passion, love and dedication to writing in the most honest way possible. Who wouldn’t be moved?”

You pout and unbeknownst to you, that makes his heart squeeze in adoration. 

“It’s not that special,” you mumble, eyes on your intertwined hands. 

“It is to me though.”

Mingyu’s eyes are dreamy and glossy as you meet them again and you could never be more in love. He holds your arms, coaxing you to stand up to straddle his lap. You giggle when he protectively wraps his arms around your waist. His nose scrunches when it grazes yours, but upon meeting his lips you feel it exhale a breath of relief.

You kissed and kissed and kissed. But when Max barks at the two of you, reminding you of the dinner you’re supposed to eat and share with him, the two of you burst into laughter before reluctantly detaching from each other. 

“You doting over me with material things is a perk,” you humor him and he gives you his signature giggle. “But, I wouldn’t trade sharing the same bed, cooking meals or taking care of Max together over any of those.” 

Mingyu nods gives you one last yet long kiss, a promise that there’s more for later. 

More for forever. 

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a/n 2: this was supposed to be the header/poster of this story but it was too big lol

[s1ater]

god, forgive me

pairings: louis partridge x named!reader

part one of n/a parts.

about. head boy and girl gets deemed and you’re just about out of your mind

prologue, one

warning/s. drugs, swearing, and fire

ricky rocks. n/a

the morning air broke in clouded breaths as louis stepped out in the private courtyard, the cold eating away at his skin while he still only wore his blue stripped pajama pants and the tight white tee shirt he wore every night.

it was nice to breathe like that, the cold air traveling down your throat, the feeling of pins and needles forming right where his adam's apple was, almost as if he was suffocating, causing a sharp inhale.

it was things like that that made louis feel alive, pain in breathing. pain in living.

"top of the morning to ya," the sound of an english accent from a young female voice caused him to pause in his breathing exercises, but relax once more upon realizing the voice resonated from enya, well presented in her uniform that was ironed for once.

he allowed his shoulders to relax before studying her better with an arched brow, taking a second glance. his eyebrows fully furrowed as he watched her search through her pockets for something, her hair swooping close to the side of her face in an escape from behind her ear.

she looked clean, he didn't mean shower clean, but presentable-going-all-out clean. like he had analyzed before, her plaid skirt, blouse, and navy blue blazer seemed to be nicely ironed, not a wrinkle in sight. something very unusual due to enya usually only picking out an outfit from her dorm floor out of rush from waking up late every morning.

and another thing, she was actually wearing her blazer, which was something she never did no matter how cold days got. she liked flaunting the thin white fabric dress shirt that made it easy to see underneath. it filled her ego like a balloon, she liked when people stared. so wearing something that covered that all up was very strange for enya.

"early morning cig?" she held a cigarette up in the air with her eyebrows raised and he hesitantly took it with the one hand that wasn’t stuffed in his pajama pants. confusion still stained his face while he soon leaned forward, allowing her to light it between his chapped lips.

"why do you look nice?" he mumbled, the stick of paper slightly muffling his speech.

"they initiate top girl today," she stuffed her lighter back into her skirt pocket, replying plainly as if expecting that question.

"and you think you're gonna get chosen?" louis rose his eyebrow, internally laughing a bit at the thought, to which she scowls at him and his smirk.

"no, genius, they already picked someone," she gives him a 'duh' look, with her lips pressed into a thin line and her eyes glaring at him as he continued to keep an amused expression, "i'm just a candle holder."

"a candle holder?"

louis had never heard of such a thing in his life.

"yeah... you'll be there," she dumbfounds, waving him and the traveling smoke escaping past his lips off. she frowned as she did so and he knew it was because she so desperately wanted to smoke but probably didn’t want the smell to seep into her clothes anymore than it already was. "top boy should be getting introduced and initiated as well."

"yeah, well i haven't heard," he dips his head suddenly in irritation, scratching the back of his neck as the nervous tick he had kicked in, thinking of the letter he had received about a week ago addressing the topic of.. top boy.

it made enya narrow her brows to his odd tone of voice, watching and waiting for him to look back up at her. and when he does, his eyes are squinting and avoiding hers.

"no way," she inhaled sharply, a grin consuming her face once in dawned upon her. "no fucking way!" he already cringed at the sound of the excitement and tease already twined into her voice, "you're top boy aren't you?"

the seconds of silence was already enough of an answer, but she wanted him to say it.

"something like that..."

"no way!" her faced scrunched and she raised an accusing finger, “you are such a dork!”

“shut up, candle holder,” he spat, his shoulder dipping low against the brick building. “it’s not like i chose this oh-so-honoring role.”

“whatever man,” she smiled harder, tongue poking the inside of her cheek as she seemed to stare at him with a more taunting gaze, “you’re still top boy.”

he rolled his eyes.

“what’s all this ruckus?”

both their heads raised to a slouched finn who had his hands stuffed in his christmas pajama pants. he was an off putting sight for six in the morning with his large cardigan draped over his shoulders and darkened eyes filled to the brim of stress and longing of sleep ruined by his frantic roommate, josh.

finn almost swore sleep still filled his mind as he did a double take on enya, a frown quickly etching into his face as he almost raises his hand to express his confusion, “you look weird.” he takes a moment to ponder whether or not to read deeper into it, and decided yes, “the fuck is on your face?” his head tilts and leans closer to her own complexion while taking note to the gleaming product on her lips that made them look puffier and more.. obvious. something he concludes as clear lip gloss. “weirdo,” he steps away and continues his trail next to louis.

enya frowns, glaring at louis who raises his hand to rub his mouth, attempting to cover the smile on his face, but failed as a sound of stifled laughter seeped past his lips, “they’re crowning head girl and head boy today.”

finn doesn’t seem to be listening as he’s lighting his own cigarette before mumbling, “that shits today?” he drops his lighter in his cardigan pocket before taking a long drag, “you the understudy or something, enya, in case she doesn’t show?”

“oh for god sake,” she rolled her eyes with an exasperated huff, “i’ll see you guys later,” she turns as they nod her off before suddenly pausing, a snide smile filling her cheeks, "i'll see you up there partner," she flicks her wrist to louis, lightly hitting his chest before walking away with a grin still on her face.

“what’s she on about?” finn narrowed his brows while continuing to puff on his cigarette. louis could only shrugged, looking to his feet before back up to finn.

“she probably inhaled fumes while ironing her uniform today.”

°•

the moment you woke up your hand took ahold of your lighter out of instinct, squinting as bright light that consumed your body like a blanket and practically ate away at your eyes.

“chicago,” odessa gripped your dorm room door open, a frown on her face as she drunk in your ratty hair and wrinkled and loosely worn clothes from the day before. her chest tightened and she felt like shit as she asked a question the answer was so clear to, “did you forget?”

you rubbed your eyes from sleep, squinting up at the disoriented looking girl without much of a thought as to why she looked like that, “what?”

“top girl initiation, dumbass,” she walked deeper into your room, marching to the closet where she pulled out a pre-ironed shirt and blazer, practically throwing them your way while walking to your dresser in search of a skirt. “while you were getting high yesterday, they were going through a rundown on all the jobs. and because you weren’t there,” odessa huffs before throwing a skirt at you as you stripped from your day old uniform and shimmied into the clean, “you were deemed candler holder.”

“what, was i not pretty enough to be deemed ‘top girl’?” you stifled a laugh as you stretched your arm into the blue blazer slowly out of the soar bones screaming through your movement.

“you aren’t sober enough,” odessa almost whispers sadly before chucking a tie your way, then marching for the door. “get your shit together and then go to the main hall. you’re already late.”

°•

louis’ mind eased in and out of tension as father george spoke that morning sermon. his voice was low and it made louis feel sick to stomach at how unnerving it wavered throughout the main hall with a slight echo. he estimated he had another two minutes before he’d rip his head off.

being deemed top boy was the stupidest thing louis had ever heard of, especially in front of his airhead friends who all just ate away at this sort of thing. not because it was an honor, but because it was relatively.. embarrassing and really excessive.

him being anxious did not go unnoticed, especially when he couldn’t sit still; bumping his knee up and down, adjusting and readjusting his placement on the hard pews, fiddling the buttons of his dress shirt- it was obvious, especially to josh ovalle who was all too familiar with anxiety.

his elbow shot against louis’ ribs, making him almost jump. josh tried his best to be subtle about it; sneaking his hand into his dress pants before bringing it back into view between him and louis, to reveal two white tablets that louis very well knew were painkillers.

he wasn’t one for taking drugs, especially unprescribed and heavily influential drugs. he wasn’t about that even though half his friend group did just for the hell of it.

it was something josh never understood, especially since louis was as depressed as they got. with shit parents, shit luck, and a shit gene system of inherited disorders, he was bound to fuck himself up and over, but he never really did. it was something he always tried to prevent, never wanting to end up exactly like his shit father.

that’s why he was hesitant before actually taking ahold of the two white tablets and popping them in his mouth quickly, dry swallowing them as fast as he could in hopes relief would consumes him sooner rather than later.

°•

it took you a lot longer to get to the main hall than odessa anticipated.

you had to have taken ten minutes more than she had originally expected, staggering in with a cough causing eyes to hit you the moment you had fully appeared, swinging through those old pine doors, looking absolutely awful.

eyes red, high out of your mind. clothes disoriented and broken out of there ironed perfection. sweat needling in your hairline as you got a look at the attention put on you.

“are you high?” odessa whispered the best she could once you sat down next to her.

“yeah,” you didn’t even try to hide it as you pressed your lips into a thin line, suppressing a grin full of.. whatever it was that you felt.

she inhaled sharply, shaking her head, not even mumbling a single thing that flew through her mind, because it was exhausting being friends with you; risking everything, including your life 24/7 just for a high that didn’t last long enough, leaving you for your own humiliation.

your high was ruined and you only found yourself zoning out before being shoved onto the low mantled stage with a large gold metal painted staff placed in your hand where a candle sat atop, ready to be lit. you stood from one end of the stage where the newly top girl would soon stand in front of you. across from you. enya, someone you just barely knew, stood with the same staff and posture you had, the only thing was, she looked more presentable.

you grumbled before turning to face the very large crowd of your fellow classmates. some holding blank stares, some seeming anxious as father george continued to speak, bragging on about the high qualities of the next top girl and why she was chosen.

it made you rolled your eyes as you slightly tipped your head back, also becoming anxious and bored, thinking that nothing sounded so great about this next top girl. all the things he listed off seemed like easy qualities to fill, so easy you could probably fill them.

probably not though.

but it didn’t help that the person revealed to be deemed top girl was stacey golifolk with her shiny curled blonde hair and sharp facial structure. it made you roll your eyes, tapping your foot as you glanced at enya who held a similar unimpressed gaze.

the girl smiled with what you could guess was fake joy as she held her hands to her chest, seeming flattered as she made her way up to the stage, waving to no one in particular before reaching eyes with you, suddenly almost scowling before forcing the smile back on and opening her arms, as if to hug you. 

“and you thought it’d be you.”

you weren’t sure if you imagined it. you probably did as she seemed completely unbothered pulling away to claim her crown, but your chest still tightened and you couldn’t help but have kindergarten flashbacks when you were pushed in the mud by someone just like stacey golifolk. it made your mind swarm with hate, making your grip on the candle staff tighten.

you hated her.

that’s why you lit her on fire.

after a cheesy cape was wrapped around her shoulders and crown was placed on her big dumb blonde head, the stage was made hers and she begun to give her miss america speech. she almost finished it too if it weren’t for you slowly lowering the gold staff onto the red cape, allowing it to catch fire.

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[high-supernatural]

The Beach

Kai Parker x Female Reader

Request: Sex on a beach, kind of rough yet soft.

Word Count: 2496

Warnings: Smuuuuut, lots of smut, dom!kai, mild hands tied

The MF friend group invited Kai and his best friend to stay at one of their family’s beach houses for the weekend as what they called a peace offering. They weren’t very friendly or welcoming of Kai from the moment they all met him, no matter how hard he tried to make things right with them. Kai’s best friend guilted them into feeling bad about rejecting him as he was trying to improve himself, so they decided to invite them both to their beach weekend to test how true it was and make peace from it.

All of the MF friends had their rooms picked out since they were kids. Kai, his best girl friend, and the Salvatore brothers were the only new ones without signature rooms to sleep in, so they all bunked in the old kids’ room that still had two sets of bunk beds.

“Great, agree to a beach weekend, get to bunk with a sociopath and his sidekick, and sleep in beds made for 12-year old’s… ‘oh sure, Damon, come to the beach it’ll be fuuuun,’ can’t see how this could go terribly wrong,” Damon ranted on about how unhappy he was with the arrangements.

Kai announced that he’d be taking the top bunk above his best friend, but that didn’t really matter because they both knew they’d end up in the same bed anyways. They did everything together, and that included both sleeping and causing immense sexual tension they were both too nervous to address with each other.

She tried to sleep in the bottom bunk alone but couldn’t fall asleep. Kai peaked his head from above to see if she was awake and found her with her eyes closed, so he poked her until she opened them.

“What,” she asked with scrunched brows.

“Come sleep with me,” he whined and dangled his hand over the railing with a strand of her hair attached.

She didn’t have to be begged, she immediately got out of her bed and climbed onto his, laying her head on his chest and played with his rings until they both fell asleep.

They both woke the next morning to a loud, dramatic exclamation of “oh, gross” coming from Damon seeing them together.

She rolled onto her back and rubbed her eyes with one hand, “oh don’t be jealous just because you can’t get any, Damon,” she teased resulting in a fake gag in response.

Everyone got ready for the beach before breakfast.

She stood in a large two-sink bathroom after putting on a red bikini top and black shorts and started brushing her hair.

Kai walked in wearing shorts and a t-shirt, “that’s what you’re wearing to the beach?” she asked.

“Have you seen any ocean documentary on National Geographic? I’m not going in that water,” Kai joked and stood behind her, grabbing the brush from her hand to brush her hair for her.

When he was done, he placed the brush on the counter and went to attempt a ponytail again even though he has never succeeded at making a good one.

“You’d be better off putting sunscreen on me than trying to do my hair again,” she said as a joke even though she was serious.

Kai rolled his eyes, but he knew he couldn’t do hair anyways, so he reached onto the counter for the sunscreen and put some in his hands to rub on her back and arms as they fought with each other while she simultaneously tried to put her hair up.

Kai closed the sunscreen bottle, forgetting about her front side and her legs and started to walk out, “you missed a spot,” she spoke before he could turn around.

“You can get the rest, can’t you? You’re capable.”

She rolled her eyes and handed him the sunscreen bottle again. He started rubbing lotion on her stomach from behind, looking at her in the mirror until his movements got slower and he seemed lost in thought.

“What’r you thinking about?” she asked.

“Oh, you know…” the attention came back to Kai’s eyes as he looked up to meet her gaze in the mirror, “just about all the mixed signals you give me,” he trailed one of his hands up her torso to her neck and wrapped his hand around it, leaning in to whisper in her ear while not taking his eyes off hers.

“About how one day we’re besties and the next you want my hands all over you…”

She didn’t pull away. They both knew they wanted this, but neither of them would say anything until now.

Kai moved his other hand to the waist of her shorts as he did a once over with his eyes at her in the mirror before returning his gaze back to hers, “so which one is it today,” he asked in a dark tone.

She was at a loss for words. They’ve been intimate together in ways such as seeing each other naked after one got out of the shower or making out because they were bored, but they’ve never been this straightforwardly intimate.

After her silence, Kai trailed the hand he placed on her waistband to cup one of her breasts and tightened the grip around her throat, “is this what you want?” he asked harshly, “you want my hands all over you?”

Her breath hitched as she tried to breath to say something. Kai moved his hand from her breast and slipped it under her shorts, removing the hand around her throat to replace the one that left her chest.

He massaged her breasts roughly, nibbling on her neck as he rubbed soft circles over her clothed core, resulting in soft moans disguised as breaths.

“Just say the words,” Kai said before he shifted his attention to the other side of her neck, “do you like my hands all over you?”

“Yes,” she whispered softly before Kai removed himself from touching her, “that’s too bad,” he whispered and kissed her on the cheek before leaving and announcing from the other room, “we’re heading down in 10, hurry and get ready.”

She stood dumbfounded and clumsily finished getting ready.

When they got to the beach, they all set up their own tents to lay in. Her and Kai were the only ones not wanting to get in the water, so they laid in the sand while the others walked around elsewhere.

She fell asleep laying on her towel in the sand with her shorts unbuttoned and sunhat over her face. Kai couldn’t help but stare at her almost the whole time thinking about how it felt to touch her that morning.

When he couldn’t refrain from it anymore, he took the hat from off her face and woke her up.

“You forgot to put sunscreen on your legs,” he excused.

“Ok, so?” she barked.

He toyed with the string on the front of her bikini top that was keeping it from falling off, “so… you should get in the tent and let me put sunscreen on your legs…” he said nervously.

“Oh, ‘put sunscreen on me’, huh?” she air quoted him and pretended to be annoyed before crawling into the tent anyways.

Kai got in behind her and zipped it up behind him.

She sat with her legs crisscrossed and opened a bag of candy while she looked at her phone. The only thing he could think about was untying the top that was barely hiding anything and how gorgeous her hair looked in her messy ponytail, he always loved her hair.

He sat on his knees in front of her and rubbed both his hands up either side of the inner parts of her thighs.

She looked up from her phone and put a piece of candy in her mouth, “I didn’t hear you get any sunscreen, kid,” she teased.

Kai moved her phone and the bag behind him and brought his face close to hers, moving his hands farther up her thighs, “we both know I didn’t wake you up because of sunscreen.”

He closed the gap between their lips and pulled the string that held her bikini together in the front, exposing her breasts before he pulled away from her face to watch himself toy with one of her nipples.

“Who wants their hands all over who now, huh?” she teased again.

Kai grabbed her bikini top and both of her wrists and began to tie them together, “not me,” he smirked.

He moved his hand under her knee to uncross her legs so he could sit between them as he laid her down and she reached to place her tied up hands on his waistband, “too bad I can still touch you then,” she continued to tease.

He put one hand back to her throat as the other met underneath her shorts again, “I can make that change,” he spoke harsh again.

“Yeah, how you gonna do that?” she breathed out.

He snuck two fingers underneath the fabric she was wearing to feel her bare core, “by making you feel so many things you forget you even have hands,” he responded ominously before removing his hands to pull all the fabric she was wearing off of her legs and pushed them open.

He held one of her knees firmly to his side so she was fully open to him and began to tease her by rubbing her core so soft that she could barely notice, but she felt every graze.

He inserted two fingers into her and wasted no time curling and pumping them in and out, “I’ve always wondered how good you taste,” he bit at her thigh and started pumping at an incomprehensible speed.

She choked on her own moans because of how sudden the pace was and tried to stifle them by covering her mouth with her hands to which she was met with Kai pulling her arms back down to lay in front of her torso, “I want to see your face dying with discomfort because you know you can’t make a sound…” he watched her face scrunch as she stifled her moans, “I want to watch your chest bounce while your arms push them together…”

He continued pumping at this speed as he leaned to bite at her neck, “but don’t worry, if you can’t be quiet, I’ll just put something in your mouth to make you quiet,” he whispered.

He trailed his mouth down to her core, leaving bites and hickeys on the way before roughly sucking and flicking her soft spot with his tongue. He noticed when she tried to cover her mouth again and quickly grabbed her ties to hold her arms in place.

She pulled at his hair and moved her hips around in attempt to be quiet. He noticed when she was getting close and made sure to hold her wrists tighter as she threw her head back and was barely able to quiet her orgasm.

Kai kept sucking, causing her to close her thighs around him as he kept pushing and holding them back open until she was about to reach her second orgasm. Right before she was on the edge, he pulled away and replaced his mouth with his thumb to watch her face as he wrapped his hand around her throat again.

“I want to watch your face struggle to breath and quiet yourself at the same time,” he teased and watched intently as her face turned red from the lack of circulation. Before she almost passed out, she reached the edge and Kai removed his hand from her throat at the exact moment, causing her to moan loudly as she felt an intense sudden release all over her body and gasped for air.

She didn’t care this time, she needed to let it out.

Kai grabbed a bunch of her hair and pulled her to sit on her knees by it, “you better hope nobody heard that,” he unbuttoned his shorts, “you’ll never hear the end of what a sleaze you are,” he whispered and sat on his knees to kiss her by pulling her face up by her hair and grabbed her hands to touch his stomach.

She trailed her hands down his stomach until they almost reached his member before he forcefully pulled her face from his and pushed her mouth down to put her lips around it.

He sat back on his knees with one arm propping him up and ordered for her to put her ass in the air while she sucked.

Kai didn’t care if anyone heard him, he moaned like they were the only ones on the beach and grabbed a fistful of her hair again to move her head at a speed he liked.

“Oh my god--- how do you feel so good,” he groaned and twitched, “I bet your pussy feels a whole lot better,” he whispered and continued to fuck her face.

He started to twitch more, and his movements got more shaky, “I want to fill you up from both ends like the slut you are,” he spoke roughly before finishing in her mouth and pulling her head up to look at her sweaty, teary face.

He pulled himself up to move behind her where she had her ass up like he told her to do and spread her legs farther apart, pushing her back down to arch it before inserting himself into her.

He pulled her up by the back of her arms so his chest was against her back and snaked a hand around to her throat, using the other to pull her hair back onto his shoulder as he made slow but deep thrusts, hitting her spot each time as she struggled to breath.

“If I would have known you’d feel this good I would have taken advantage of this a long time ago,” he whispered in her ear, “I don’t know how you’re so perfect in every way… your pussy is the best thing I’ve ever felt…”

He moved his hand from her throat to rub circles around her clit as he thrusted faster.

She couldn’t contain her moans, so he shoved the bottoms of her bikini into her mouth and moved her face to lay at the bottom of the tent with her ass up as she unsuccessfully stifled moans of both pain and pleasure until they both finished again.

He finished with deep thrusts until they both collapsed and laid next to each other trying to catch their breath as she set herself free.

Kai sat up just enough to turn her face to his, “I don’t want anyone else to be able to have that except me,” he spoke.

“Well, you’re just full of wants today, aren’t you?” she breathed.

“Promise me,” he whined.

“What am I, your girlfriend or something?”

“Please,” he teased.

She rolled her eyes, “I promise.”

[sweetyyhippyy]

Late Arrival. Spencer Reid x Reader.

(Not my gif)

Summary: Spencer is coming back home after an out of state case runs long. You fall asleep waiting for him, and when he finally does come home, he sees your outfit and there is no way he can’t wake you up for a proper homecoming.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

TW: Brief mentions of masturbation (male and female), sleepy sex?? (I don’t know how to refer to it), calling Spencer daddy (duh), fingering, reader trying to be dom and Spencer teasing, unprotected sex, creampie, a lot of praise kink.

Word Count: 3.2k

A.N: I saw @fics4arainyday​ put that she wanted someone to write this concept, so i did! I hope you like it! Also, I’m bad at ending fics so 😬... sorry! 

link for lingerie I refer to: x 

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It had been 3 agonizingly slow weeks since your fiancé had been home.

Being engaged to an FBI profiler wasn’t always easy. The days, even weeks being apart, Spencer coming home at all hours of the night too exhausted to stay awake and spend time with you, missing birthdays, holidays, anniversaries being states away on those occasions.

But in all honesty, you still wouldn’t have it any other way.

Nobody else could make you laugh the way Spencer did. Nobody else could make you think the way Spencer did. Nobody could lovingly annoy the crap out of you the way Spencer did. And most importantly, nobody could fuck you the way Spencer did.

He has been gone for 3 weeks, but the week before he left, there wasn’t a lot of sexy time going on since you were busy with your own job. It was the occasional quickie before having to rush getting ready for work in the morning, a quick mutual masturbation session on a lazy weekend, but no real “wake the neighbors” fuck that you were so desperately craving. Keeping a healthy sex life was important to both of you.

So when you got the call from Spencer that the case was finally over and he would be coming home that same night, you knew it was go time.

You didn’t have much self control when it came to online shopping when Spencer was gone, what else were you supposed to do? The goldfish you two had as a pet wasn’t much company.

So you had treated yourself to a few new pairs of lingerie. Spencer was going to love all of them, but there was one in particular that you knew he was going to lose his mind over. It was baby blue see through with a floral pattern throughout the slip. It left very little to the imagination but that was your favorite part about it. Technically you were supposed to wear some sort of underwear but the slip looked better without it.

You took a hot deep shower and pampered yourself a few hours before you knew he was going to be home, that way you were nice and relaxed and ready for his arrival. You kept your hair simple since Spencer would be pulling at it all night. But you did put some makeup on just to enhance Spencer’s favorite part of your face, your eyes.

The mood of the room was set; the bed was perfectly made, the candle you had given Spencer for a “just because present” called “Bookstore” smelling like mahogany, leather, and coffee; lit on the bedside table. It was meant for him but you enjoyed it much more than him. All that was missing was Spencer.

You looked at the time on your phone, only 10 more minutes before Spencer was due home. You lay on your side of the bed, flipping through tv channels to find something to watch to occupy your time.

***

Spencer turns the key to turn the car off, he drops his hands from the steering wheel into his lap, letting out a deep sigh. He could have been home over 3 hours ago but the jet back home was having engine issues, so the team had to fly through a regular airport… which meant waiting for a flight.

The case wasn’t particularly a rough one emotionally, it was just long. Spencer missed you like crazy within the first few days of being away. Late night phone calls weren’t the same as physically being with you.

Spencer grabbed his satchel, leaving the rest of his baggage to lug up to the house until tomorrow when he had enough rest. As he’s walking up the driveway he can see the light on from the kitchen, signaling you were awake and waiting on him. He knew how much you hated waiting, so by now he knew you were seething with rage. There was about to be a lot of apologizing he was going to have to do. Spencer unlocks the front door, dropping his bag next to the front door and kicking his shoes off right next to it.

“Babe?” Spencer calls out, removing his jacket and hanging it up on the back of the couch. He listens for an answer, but all he hears is the slight murmur of the tv from your bedroom.

Spencer begins to unbutton his shirt as he walks down the hallway to the blue hue of the tv shadowing onto the floor. He steps into the room, spotting you curled up on top of the comforter fast asleep. Before he could appreciate how adorable you looked, softly snoring, he noticed the little outfit you were wearing. You laid there on your belly, one leg straight while the other bent up on the pillow next to you.

He scans your body through the see through fabric, spotting the lack of underwear on your lower half while your butt was fully exposed to him. You were practically a step away from being naked. He quietly walks over to the bed and touches the hem of the slip and carefully hikes it up your butt, not earning a reaction from you.

Spencer quickly sheds his shirt off and throwing it off to the corner of the room along with his dark slacks, kicking them off quickly. Spencer carefully climbs into the bed behind you, laying on his side and palming himself through his boxers to get himself hard, which really didn’t take much as his eyes rake over your body and his imagination runs wild about all the things he was about to do to you. He hisses as he strokes himself harshly, his cock growing harder every second.

Your body shifts next to him, a low grumble coming from your mouth as you shift in bed onto your side, your ass now completely facing him.

Spencer’s eyes widen seeing you move, he didn’t want to get caught stroking himself less than a few inches from where he wanted to be. He finally scoots closer to your body, resting his hands on your bare hip, your skin a little cold from the lack of bed sheet or clothing on you. He lines himself up with your entrance, slowly slipping in between your folds, not yet sliding in. He rubs the tip of his cock up and down you, finding you were already a bit wet.

Your whole body jumps a loud gasp filling the room which makes Spencer pull himself back. Your head turns quickly behind you to look at Spencer, a little glimmer of fear in your eyes. “What the fuck?” You whisper yell at him.

“I’m home. And I see you left a present for me.” He says, whispering in your ear. “Is this okay?” He asks, his hand moving down your thigh and lifting it slightly for easier access.

“I don’t know. I’m pretty annoyed you were so late. I’m kind of not in the mood anymore.” Your voice was laced with sarcasm as you cocked your eyebrow at Spencer.

He licks his lips, a smirk on his face appearing as he picks up on the little game you’re playing with him. “No? Well I think I have some apologizing to do.” Spencer says, moving the strap of your outfit out of his way, kissing up your shoulder and over to your neck.

Your eyes flutter closed at the feeling of his soft lips pecking at your skin, a low hum coming from deep within your chest.

“You know I missed my girl so much while I was gone.” He says, his hand traveling up the underside of your outfit all the way up your stomach and up to your breasts, kneading one in his large hands as he spoke in your ear. “I missed waking up to you.” Kiss. “Seeing your beautiful face.” Kiss. “Hearing those sexy moans about how good daddy makes you feel when I’m touching you.” Kiss. “And how wet you get without me even trying.” Kiss.

You were putty in his hands, the game of trying to be tough was no longer working, and Spencer was fully aware of it.

His hand leaves your breast and goes back down to between your legs, his fingers running over your inner thighs, intentionally skipping over your core.

You whine as his fingers tickle you, scooting your body back against him. “Spence.” You pathetically whine, taking his hand and leading it to your throbbing middle. You keep your hand on top of his as you feel him play with your slit, feeling all the wetness that was seeping out of you.

“You want me to touch you?” He asks, kissing the spot below your ear.

“Please, baby?” You beg, turning your torso enough to look at him, pouting your bottom lip out ever so slightly.

His fingers part your lips, finding your bud immediately and slowly drawing lazy circles around it. Your body reacts immediately, relaxing against his body as he massages you. Your hand moves back to tangle in his hair, pushing his head closer to yours, your lips meeting for the first time in 3 weeks. His fingers continue to work their magic, as you two heavily make out with one another; his tongue slipping into your mouth and yours into his.

Your body quivers as Spencer drops his fingers down to the pool of wetness between your legs, two of his fingers slipping inside.

You pull back from the kiss, gasping loudly. “Fuck.” Your eyes flicker to his face, your mouth agape.

“It amazes me how tight you are. I’ve been with you for almost 6 years and it’s always so amazing.”

You moan in response, not being able to form words at the moment.

The room is filled with the sounds of the wetness Spencer is drawing out of you and your breathy moans. Your high was coming quicker than anticipated, Spencer could feel it in your body and could see it in your face.

You cling onto his forearm, keeping him in place. Spencer liked to play games like denying you of your orgasms, but you weren’t going to let him this time. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you fought to keep them open but you were far too overstimulated at this point. The knot came undone as you clenched around his fingers, a string of curse words and desperate moans fall from your mouth as you ride your high out.

“That’s it. Good girl.” Spencer coos, still slowly drawing what you have left out as you try to regain your breath. He kisses your cheek and moves his fingers out of you carefully. “Do you want to taste?” He questions.

You roll over onto your back, nodding your head and grabbing his hand, bringing it up to your lips, and letting him slip his middle and ring finger in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his fingers, sucking on them harshly.

Spencer looks at you in admiration as you look up at him with innocence in your eyes. “I love that I’m the only person that knows how much of a dirty girl you are.”

You open your mouth to let his fingers free, smiling at him. “And I like that I can be your dirty girl.” You say, wrapping your fingers in his curls and bringing his head down to kiss him. “Come here, I want to give you your welcome home celebration.” You say, moving him off of you.

“Normally I’m all for that, but I need to be in you. I’m not going to last long if you use your mouth.”

You sit up on the bed and get up onto your knees, pulling Spencer up to sit up too. You straddle his lap, cupping his face in your hands, rubbing both of your thumbs on his cheek, feeling a bit of stubble in his face. “You look tired, my love.”

Spencer smiles, wrapping his arms around your back, pulling you into his chest. “Not too tired to finish.”

You laugh, kissing him softly. “No? You can go all night? Multiple times?” You teasingly question.

“We can test that theory tomorrow. But right now, we have 3 weeks worth of tension we need to work out.”

“Can I ride you?” You ask.

“Be my guest. I like the view.” He smirks, laying back down against the mattress, his hands gripping both of your thighs.

You get into position, holding his cock steady while you lower yourself down slowly.

Spencer rolls his head back on the pillow, grunting loudly as he feels your tightness around himself. His hands move up your thighs and under your outfit to your hips, gripping them tightly.

You rest your hands on his chest to keep balance, slowly starting to rock your hips against him. Your eyes stay glued to him, watching how his lips were parted and light moans were falling from him. “Do you like that?”

Spencer nods his head, his eyes focusing on your chest bouncing up and down in rhythm of your movements on him. He was trying to focus on anything else in the world to prevent himself from cumming too early.

“Tsk, tsk… words baby.” You tease, scratching his chest with your nails. “You never don’t know what to say.”

“It’s cute when you try to be the one in control.”

“I know I’m cute. You tell me quite often.” You retort with a wide grin.

Your comment earns a laugh from him, playfully rolling his eyes at you. Spencer begins to buck his hips up quickly, taking you by surprise. His fingers move the straps down your shoulders, helping you move your arms out of the straps as you continue to move on top of him. He moves the top half of your outfit down under your chest, his hands like magnets and begins massaging your breasts.

“Fuck, daddy,” You whimper, holding his forearms as he fucks into you. “That’s so good, you’re so good.”

Spencer sits up, letting you take control again. His thumb finds your clit, starting to rub it slowly, his soft brown eyes watching you melt into his touch.

Your eyes roll into the back of your skull, small whimpers leaving your mouth. You lean your body forward and nuzzle your head into Spencer’s neck. You start to kiss his pale skin, raking your teeth against it.

“Mmm, fuck.” Spencer moans out, applying more pressure to your clit as he feels a small pinch on his neck. “You going to cum for me again, pretty girl?”

“Not yet.” You whine in his ear.

“I’m going to move you. I want to fuck you.” Spencer says, moving your body off of his, earning a whine from you as his cock leaves you. “Bend over for daddy.” He says, helping you lay flat on the mattress while your butt is in the air, facing him. “Mmm, you’re so pretty, my girl.” He says in a low voice, both of his hands kneading your ass.

You whine pathetically, pressing yourself against him. “Daddy, please.”

Spencer smiles, grabbing his cock and slowly sliding back inside you. “It’s cute when you try to take control, but even cuter when you’re a whiny mess.” His hand grips the back of your outfit to hold onto as he fucks you from behind. This was his absolute favorite way to have you because of how hard he could slam into you, but the reaction you gave was even better.

Your hand finds his wrist and holds onto it as he  thrusts into your dripping pussy. He could feel how you were coating his cock every time he drew himself back out of you. “I love your cock.” You mutter out.

“This is your cock, baby. You take it so fucking well.” He grunts out, now struggling to keep from exploding. Anytime you fully submitted to him, he was done for.

You had such a strong personality outside of the bedroom that most people wouldn’t believe you were submissive 9 times out of 10.

“Am I your good girl for taking you so well?” You question, looking behind you to look at Spencer with innocent eyes.

His heart and cock fluttered at both your question and your eyes, you always played the innocent card so well. He grabs all of your hair in his hand and gently pulls it back toward him, making you whimper again. “You’re always a good girl for me, my love.” He responds. “Such. A. Good. Girl.” He thrusts into you harshly with each word.

You start to rub your own clit, bringing your second orgasm to the surface for the second time tonight. “You’re going to make me-fuck-me cum. Don’t stop, please don’t stop, daddy.” You were gasping as you spoke, desperate for your release.

“Cum for me, let go my girl.” Spencer says, taking over for your fingers to help bring you to your height. He rubs you quickly, trying not to lose it before you.

Finally you feel your walls clench around his cock, both of you moaning loudly. You moan Spencer’s name along with multiple curse words as he continues to rutt into your sensitive hole.

Spencer pulls out quickly, rubbing himself as he feels his own climax coming to a head.

“No, come back. Put it back in me, please.” You whine, reaching behind you to find Spencer’s cock and lead it back into you.

“You want me to cum in you? You want it inside you?” Spencer groans, seconds away from losing it.

“Please. Cum in me, Spence.” You beg, meeting his thrusts.

Spencer thrusts one last time before he spills himself inside of you, his grip on your hips squeezing as you slowly stop throwing your hips back against him. “Fuck, you’re so good.” He whispers, his eyes shutting as he feels the tip of his cock tingle.

Both of you stay in place as you try to regain your composure. You can already feel your eyes flutter closed, heavy from being tired. Spencer finally pulls out of you, making you hiss and lay flat on the bed.

“Baby, come on, we gotta go clean you up.”

“No.” You whine, closing your eyes again.

“You need to use the bathroom and clean yourself up. We have this conversation every time you’re too tired to get up. Come here, I’ll help you.”

You poke your bottom lip out into a pout as you reluctantly get out of bed, holding Spencer’s hand as you walk into your bathroom together. He helps clean the mess inside you up with a wet towel before leaving you alone to use the toilet.

Once you’re all settled, you walk back into the bedroom, finding Spencer getting the bed ready for both of you to lay down. You wrap your arms around his waist and hug him from behind tightly. Spencer happily hums, reaching behind himself to touch your arm.

“I love you.” You say, giving him a squeeze.

“And I love you.” He says, pulling you around to give you a kiss on the lips. “Do you want to sleep?”

You nod your head, climbing into bed first and getting comfortable right away as you watch Spencer slide in next to you, laying on his side to face you.

You grin ear to ear, kissing his chin. “Hi baby.”

“Hi pretty girl. You good?” He questions, lightly touching your cheek. You lean into his touch and nod. “I’m perfect.”

Spencer brings you into his chest, his fingers rubbing small circles into your shoulder. “Yeah, you are perfect.”

[corrodedseraphine]

dreamland | eddie munson x harrington!reader #13

pairing: eddie munson x harrington!reader

summary: After breaking up with Jason, you end up in a pretend relationship with Eddie to piss your ex off. The more you know each other the more the pretending dissappears.

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Time always has a way of flying monstrously fast when we don't want it to. As if out of spite, the morning sun's rays began streaming into your room through the gaps in the blinds, waking you up. They were intruders. Intruders that gave a sign that the weekend with Eddie was coming to an end. True, everyone wasn't coming back until the evening, but the realization that in a few hours you'd be lying in that bed completely alone depressed you. You wanted to chase those thoughts away at all costs, because it was because of them that you couldn't fully enjoy the fact that he was just propinquitous. You hated yourself for letting your thoughts just bombard the best moments of your life like that. This wasn't the first time this had happened. Whenever you felt happy immediately black scenarios popped up in your head, reminding you that it was about to end. It was terribly tiring. You looked at Eddie. He was lying on his back with his mouth slightly open. For the first time you began to look at his tattoos. They were...intriguing. They matched his crazy personality perfectly. Mirroring his body, you began to feel heat coating your face. The fact of how close he was to you did not help you calm down. You felt like you were in the janitor's storage room at the time. Your heart sped up considerably as if it wanted to jump out of your frame toward him. Your brain suggested very vivid thoughts, you could almost see them before your eyes. His hands in your hair, then on your body traveling downward. Looking at his lips, you wondered what they tasted like. You wanted to know their taste. Enough. Stop. You had to run, otherwise you don't know if you would have been able to stop. You quickly jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom stepping immediately into the cold shower, which, thankfully, helped you cool down. Changed and washed, you didn't want to wake him up yet. After all, he deserved a decent rest from a hard week of studying. You went downstairs, made yourself some cereal and sat at the table reviewing the Spanish notes you had left there the previous day. You were proud of him, the progress he had made was tremendous, seeing his efforts you knew he deserved to do well and eventually graduate. You knew how much you would miss his presence in the halls and cafeteria, you couldn't help it. Just a few weeks ago, you didn't even say "hello" to each other in the hallway. Now you couldn't imagine life without him. Everything was changing at lightning speed. After a while, you grabbed a pen and started coming up with more sentences for him to translate. You couldn't give him up, not now that he was making such great progress. Suddenly, the phone rang.

"Yes?" you asked, picking up.

"y/n? This is Wayne Munson, Eddie's uncle."

"Good morning Mr. Munson, is something wrong?"

"Is Eddie with you all the time?"

"Yes. How do you know he is with me?"

"He told me before he left home that you would be studying all weekend. You don't even know how strange that sounded from his mouth," he laughed.

"I guess." you also laughed. You started connecting the dots. He told him. He also had clothes of change in the car. He took into account the fact that he might stay here. Or maybe he even wanted to stay here for these two days. Thinking about it, you couldn't hold back a smile.

"Tell me, does Eddie hear this conversation?"

"No." you replied in surprise.

"That's good. As you may know, Friday is his birthday. He somehow never spends them specially, and I'm not sure he remembers them himself. Every year we spend them the two of us drinking beer in front of the TV, but... I thought maybe this year would be different... I thought since you two are friends it would be nice if you came over for dinner in the evening? Your presence will surely make him happy."

"I am very glad that you thought of me. Will 5 pm fit?" you said.

"It will be great. Aha! I would forget. Doesn't say anything to Eddie. Let him have a surprise for once in his life."

"Good." You smiled. "In that case... see you on Friday."

"See you then."

"What's on Friday?" Asked Eddie coming down the stairs.

"Did you overhear me?" you fired out without thinking panicked. You hoped he hadn't heard who you were talking to. You really didn't want to ruin his uncle's plan.

"You didn't speak too quietly," he replied. "As your pretend boyfriend, should I be jealous?"

"It was Max." You lied.

"Do you always smile like that when you talk to Max?" he became more serious. In truth he felt jealous, despite how much he wanted to escape from it he couldn't. Seeing you making an appointment with someone for Friday night and smiling during that conversation, he couldn't help the sting of jealousy when he thought that person wouldn't be him.

"Can we not talk about it anymore?" as quickly as possible you wanted to change the subject, you didn't know what more you could say, and the more he asked the more likely it would be that you would talk about everything. "I wrote you more translations".

"Just let me do myself up a bit." He added going back upstairs.

After 10 minutes he was back downstairs dressed in his famous Hellfire T-shirt and jeans with holes in the knees. Without a word, he walked over to the table and you began to go over the assignments. At first the atmosphere seemed a little tense to you. Was he angry with you? Maybe you had said something wrong? Analyzing everything you had done and said recently, you tried to catch some mistake. Something that could affect his mood badly. But you couldn't.

"Are you okay?" he asked, waving his hand in front of your eyes. "You're shaking the table so much, you're about to turn it upside down."

You didn't even notice that you had been moving your leg really nervously for a long time. "Are you angry with me?" you asked after a while. "Did I do something wrong?"

Hearing these questions, he felt knocked out. He felt bad about the fact that this subtle note of jealousy affected his mood so much and made you think so. He finally realized that it was pointless. If you were dating someone else you would definitely tell him, wouldn't you?

"Everything is in the best possible order Ms. Harrington." he managed to smile. Seeing the relief on your face he returned to his tasks. You, meanwhile, went to the kitchen making him breakfast. He ate his egg sandwiches with relish in a break from studying.

"Do you know that I've eaten breakfast more times in these two days than in my entire life?" he laughed.

"Why?"

"Wayne comes home from work in the morning, at first I avoided the kitchen because I didn't want to wake him up, now I just got used to it," he shrugged his shoulders. For the rest of breakfast he told you about what it was like living with his uncle in their little trailer. You liked it best when he mentioned that when he started growing his hair, Wayne had to learn how to cut it. He hasn't been to a barber once since.

"Each successive cut was less and less crooked, until he finally mastered it to perfection! I mean, Look at them," he concluded, tossing the ends slightly.

"It's time to get back to learning, even your perfectly cut hair won't make me let you go," you added.

"Could you, you know... do them like you did yesterday? I find that it's much better when they don't get in the way while I'm reading."

"With pleasure." You replied and went to get all the necessary things. While you were brushing him, Eddie was trying to get through more items on Mrs. Perez's list. To his delight, you should reach the end of it this week.

"What are we going to do when we finish everything?" he asked.

"We're going to do the repeats. If we finish everything this week the whole of next week before the test we'll do repetition so you don't forget any important things." You replied. Of course you could have just stopped studying together, but then it would have meant that you would no longer have an excuse to see him every day. You didn't want that very much. You hoped he was feeling the same way.

As lunchtime approached, Eddie drove home. You tried to persuade him to stay, but he explained that he would rather avoid Steve's return. On the one hand, he was right, you didn't much feel like listening to a thousand questions from your protective brother. You knew he was only doing it because he was worried about you, but sometimes it was terribly exhausting either way. Suddenly the house seemed terribly empty to you. Too big for you alone. Clouds were once again gathering over Hawkins, but nevertheless you decided to go to the pond, where just yesterday you smoked pot for the first time in your life. You grinned at the memory. Before leaving, you still packed your pink notebook in your backpack. You felt that the inspiration would be in your favor. On the ground you spread out your blanket and wanted to start writing, but for the first time in a very long time you had a blank in your head. Nothing seemed to fit you. When you wrote something you immediately started crossing it off.

How many times have you lost your mind? How many times you wanted to scream? When train of thoughts is accelerating You want it to hit the wall You want it to wrack You want to feel this silence

We don't have to be afraid Stop running away from your demons Take their hands and dance with them Let the melody guide you We will meet each other in Dreamland

When you managed to put anything together you noticed that it was getting dark. Everyone had already returned in time. You said hello to everyone and went back upstairs to your room, at the sight of your bed you felt a wave of tiredness that gradually began to overwhelm you. You went to the bathroom, changed into your pajamas and lay down. Despite your exhaustion, you were unable to fall asleep. You were uncomfortable, suddenly this bed was too empty for you. You tried to remember what it was like to feel Eddie's arms wrapping around you. How you played with his rings before bed, or how pleasant it was to listen to him talk about your character in D&D. You kept hearing him in your head, thinking about that conversation. You also thought about the conversation with his uncle. When you were exchanging facts about each other at the very beginning actually neither of you thought to ask about the date of your birth. If it hadn't been for a phone call from Mr. Munson you probably wouldn't have even known that you had missed it. In the end, you laid down on the spot where he was still sleeping yesterday with a couple of teddy bears cuddling up to one of them. It must have been enough. You fell asleep thinking about the gift.

At the same time, Munson was lying in his room contemplating what you were doing. Are you thinking about him? Probably not. He thought. After spending two nights at your place, his mattress seemed as hard as stone. The bedding no longer smelled of you. The worst thing for him was that you weren't there. He missed you. He struggled to admit it, but he missed you like crazy. He himself couldn't believe what was happening to him. Indeed, relationships with women were not foreign to him, but never one of them made him unable to think about anything else. No matter what he did thoughts of you came back to him like a boomerang. Even when he was playing the guitar or devising his next D&D campaign. He still didn't know what he could do to make you want something more than pretending. He explained to himself that if he was neutral to you, you wouldn't help him with his studies, you wouldn't ask him to stay and sleep in the same bed with you, not to mention cuddling before bed. After all, For whom would you pretend then? But what if you were doing it just to simply get used to his presence? He wanted to know what you thought of him, what you felt when you spent time together, the one at school as well as the one alone. Resigned, he got up and turned off the light in the room. He wanted to fall asleep as soon as possible to stop thinking and silently hoping that you would meet somewhere in a dream and maybe at least there you will not pretend.

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Nothing but the Best

Author’s note: it’s getting interesting here ;) enter prince charming Sugu-kun to save the day.

IX.

https://youtu.be/uhoiqVPmURE

Satoru was afraid of making a move, least he tipped you over the edge and made you bolt; he didn’t want that. Swallowing hard he looked into your eyes… God… he had missed your beautiful E/C eyes so much. Waking up every morning without you by his side, without you kissing him awake cause he was going to be late for work… again. Your absence had left a literal infinite void in his heart that he was unable to fill.

“I know I don’t deserve anything from you Y/N, but I love you and I cannot give up on us… We said forever when we got married. And I want that… with you” speaking from the heart was not something Satoru ever did. He always preferred to cover any emotions with inappropriate jokes and double entendres. But he knew he couldn’t play his stupid games, not with you and most certainly not now.

You pulled away in that moment, as if his touch was burning you. He allowed it, doing his utmost effort not to pull you back in. His hands itched resting at his sides, missing the warmth of your body.

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It was you and me, it seemed to last forever

The way you taste and I still remember… the sounds we made.

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“It would have been nice if you felt that way before you decided to ruin this marriage. Where were those promises of forever when you fucked someone else?” You asked piercing his eyes with yours. He cowered under your glare. Satoru had never been on the receiving end of your wrath and now he understood why most people chose (wisely) to not mess with you. Every single one of your words was chosen carefully to cause the most damage. At the same time… what hurt the most was that you were right.

“Leave and don’t ever come back… you and I… are through…” Satoru noticed how you avoided calling him by his name, he hated it. As if uttering his name would leave a bad taste in your mouth “Y/N…” he whispered pleadingly when you took another step away. But this time he didn’t have the courage to stop you as you disappeared inside your apartment and locked the door behind you.

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I bet you wish you had me back! Another chance to gain it, just like that. The best you ever had.

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Satoru was fucked.

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The next morning Suguru’s plane landed. JFK international airport was as busy and chaotic as one would expect. After collecting his luggage he made his way to a cab giving the driver your current address.

He hadn’t been able to sleep a wink during the trip, his mind swarmed with all the possibilities of what could be happening right now. Satoru didn’t play fair and of course… you loved (probably still love) the lucky bastard.

With a sigh he decided to focus instead on the city going by through the cab’s windows. It wasn’t the first time he was in New York and his mind was much more occupied torturing him instead of appreciating the landscape.

After 40 minutes, Geto stood before a very nice and modern building located in the upper east side called Hawthorn Park. You sure knew how to live in luxury. He approached the doorman and let him know his name and that he was here to see Miss Ekaterina Petrova to which the kind looking old man responded by using his intercom to contact you. Geto was soon granted access and guided to the elevator.

The elevator doors opened on the 21st floor, he walked to the door of your apartment which was already open and you were waiting for him. His smile fell once he noticed you have been crying “oh Kitten” dropping his luggage on the spot he surrounded your body in his arms “I’m so sorry…” one didn’t need to be a genius to know Satoru had found you.

You both moved inside your apartment. Settling on the spacious couch you buried your face on Suguru’s lap as you cried. He stroked your now darker strands of h/c hair without a word exchanged. He knew you needed to let it all out. After what seemed an eternity you sat back up. Suguru gently dried your eyes.

“He was here last night…” you whispered in a raw and scratchy voice, result of your endless hours of distress before his arrival “he told me he loved me, that he left Sookie” scoff “and hear this… he left her because the baby wasn’t his!” Talk about karma at its best. Suguru already knew that but he was surprised to hear Satoru had come clean about it to you “He probably thought I would fall for that! But I didn’t” you added firmly.

Suguru was proud of you. He knew how hard it was for you to resist Satoru but you stood tall and proud when it mattered the most. “What do you want to do now?” Where you planning on moving again?

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“I’m not leaving…” you said looking into Suguru’s liquid amber gaze. You couldn’t help but notice once again he had such pretty eyes, like a cat. You’ve always liked them, specially when they looked at you with such tenderness. You have missed him dearly during all this time.

“I can’t keep running away from him; I mean… it’s obvious he won’t stop and I… I am tired of molding my life to adapt to his whims. I’m staying here whatever happens. Sugu… I got the part for the Swan Lake!” You added remembering you haven’t talked to him during the last week and so he didn’t know about your latest accomplishment.

Geto’s eyes enlarged before a huge smile split his handsome face and his massive frame engulfed you in a tight hug. Of course he knew everything about ballet, he was your best friend after all. This was huge! Probably as big as making it in the ballet world meant “I’m so proud of you Kitten!” He said excitedly kissing your temple. Maybe not everything was as bad as he thought.

You were upset, it was true. But then again you were not prepared last night. Satoru had taken you by surprise. Now… you knew he was here and more or less knew what to expect from your soon to be ex-husband.

“Thank you Sugu…” you stopped and pulled back just slightly to look into his eyes from your height. He was a very tall man compared to you “I missed you” you said with a bright smile to which Geto replied with one of his own before pulling you in again for another hug “I missed you too Kitten” stroking your back softly Suguru decided he was happy to be here… with you.

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https://youtu.be/3oSXqLgoSq4

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She's given up, been holding on for way too long

She's had enough

He's coming home again

But it's too late 'cause she won't stay with him

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The sunshine hitting his face was what woke him up. With a grunt Satoru rolled over on his side only to fall unceremoniously from the couch where he had passed out last night. The last thing he remembered was warping back to his hotel after you left him on the roof. The memory of you, turning your back on him and walking away squeezed his heart in a painful grasp.

Alcohol was never something he was attracted to, he liked to keep his brain constantly alert and stimulated. It served a purpose of course, it kept his infinity barrier on at all times, even when he was asleep. But last night he hit rock bottom. He didn’t care anymore…

As soon as he got back to the hotel, hopelessness made a home in his chest, sitting heavy on his heart. Walking to the fully stocked bar placed on the corner of his suite he opened a bottle of whiskey. He started slow since most everything was too bitter for his taste, so he went through the process of trying every single bottle until he found something to his liking.

Two hours and about fifteen different shots of everything he decided to settle for a bottle of Amaretto, some fancy Italian liquor made of apricot kernels. It was sweet.

Everything else after that was blur. Moving his sore body from the floor he forced himself to go to the bathroom. Maybe a hot shower would help ease his misery. Peeling off his clothes the smell of booze clinging on them made Gojo cringe. He decided to brush his teeth before showering. Looking in the mirror he couldn’t recognize the man starring back at him. He was a mess.

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Are we just ghosts out in the night?

Are we just waiting for a light that doesn't shine?

Are we just faking or is this real?

'Cause I don't know how to feel

Are we just ghosts now, you and I?

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Last night he had been so desperate, so hopeless and broken hearted. That’s when it hit him… his wife didn’t hurt him, she didn’t cheat on him (unlike himself), she didn’t do anything to him and yet he was feeling as if the world was collapsing around him. He lied, cheated and fucked up everything for them both.

Guilt…

Unadulterated, burning and suffocating guilt was consuming him. He felt bad before but it wasn’t until last night that he grasped the concept that Y/N didn’t owe him anything at all and that HE didn’t deserve it anyways.

The plan originally had been to get back in your good graces by doing penitence, submitting to your every whim and desire by becoming your devoted slave for as long as you would have it. He never even considered the possibility that his wife DID NOT WANT to forgive him in the first place.

He thought you left to give him a lesson, that you would eventually come back to him after he had a taste of what it was like to lose you.

But even after you both shared such a searing kiss, so passionate that every cell in his body was humming, aflame with desire you still managed to walk away from him as if it meant nothing to you.

What good did it do to him to be the strongest when he couldn’t even protect his wife… from himself.

After showering, changing clothes and ordering every sweet pastry and desert from the room service menu Gojo stopped to rethink his strategy.

What?…

Did you think he was going to stop there?

Absolutely no, love!

If anything, your rejection had only fueled his need to get you back.

“Time for plan B” sighing he pulled out his phone it rang a couple times before someone answered “good morning Mrs. Mazzo, this is Gojo Satoru. I’m going to need you to forward to me Miss Petrova’s rehearsal schedule…”

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“This is really good!” You hummed happily after swallowing a bite of your steak. Suguru sat across from you at Keens Steakhouse, with a grin he watched as you indulged yourself in what you called your ‘cheat meal’ of the month. Being a professional ballerina was a tough and demanding commitment that controlled every aspect of your life, from how you train to what you eat. Despite it all, Geto knew you always found a happy balance that worked just fine for you.

Seeing your big smile made his heart jump in his chest, you were as beautiful and alluring as the day he met you. If only he had told you he liked you before Satoru did. This question kept him up at night, playing all sorts of scenarios in his mind. If he had taken the first step… would things have been different? Would you have ended up together? Married? Shaking his head he tried to focus on what you were actually saying. Deviating his thoughts to that kind of scenarios was dangerous. He also didn’t want to push it when he was perfectly aware you were still healing; he wasn’t a low life piece of shit to take advantage of your vulnerability.

But when you smiles at him as if he was the only thing in your world, when you held his hand across the table, playing with his finger, his throat felt dry and tight.

“What do you think Sugu?” Your curious and expecting eyes caught him like a deer in the headlights “I’m sorry Kitten, I was distracted. Could you repeat that please?” He asked with an affable smile.

You chuckled and stroke his hand softly “you look tired, did you sleep at all in the plane?” He shook his head “no, I didn’t. I never can, it’s uncomfortable” he hid on purpose the true reason why he hadn’t been able to sleep “come on Sugu! Let’s go back home! I bet you are tired” you said offering him a sweet smile.

After paying your bill you walked the few blocks back home. Suguru of course would be staying with you in the spare room of your penthouse. Holding hands while you talked to him about the activities the city had to offer, your schedule and how you intended to fit the time to do some tourism with him. “You don’t have to bother Kitten, I know you are busy enough with your job, I will be fine” he insisted.

You stopped on your tracks and stood in front of him, pouting, making him chuckle. You looked every bit the kitten he knew you to be, all bothered and moody “no! I want to spend time with you too you know! I haven’t seen you in so long! I’m not going to waste this chance!” You insisted to which Suguru threw his hands up in the air “I surrender Kitten! Do with me as you will” you giggled and then blushed. “Uh… eh… ok! I will!” He took your hand again and you both resumed your walk.

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Satoru warped to the roof top of the building adjacent to yours, the lights were out in your apartment and he couldn’t sense your presence inside. You left? Where did you go?

Before a second though he warped inside your apartment but he saw all your stuff was still there, maybe you went out for groceries or something?

After a few minutes sitting on your couch he decided to wait for you on the street so he could see when you got home.

(Almost an hour later)

Oh… he wasn’t ready for what he saw.

“That mother fu….” Satoru grinds his teeth watching you walk down the street holding onto Suguru’s hand while talking distractedly. From his hiding spot in front of your building he closed his hands in a tight fist.

Well, this complicated things… a lot more.

————-> Chapter 10

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He’s Lost - Bakugou Katsuki - Part 2

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: angst, slightest fluff, cursing, physical harm mentions, lowkey little yandere obsessive hints, smut, 18+, daddy kink, sad boi Bakugou    :(

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Summary: Bakugou’s been going through hell ever since the breakup. He’s been so lost without you. But he’s willing to do whatever it takes to win back his Teddy bear. Everything and anything for the love of his life.

*Everyone is of age for legal consent (which is 16 in Japan, if you are uncomfortable with it please move along, thx<3)*

A/N: Bakugou is a little OOC but the main thing in the beginning starts with fixing up Katsuki a little bit. So sorry if you don’t really enjoy it all that much<3

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Melancholy music bounces off the walls of the dark room. The river of tears that flow down his once perfect porcelain skin is everlasting. As he lays in the soft bed, staring at the ceiling, he thinks about all he could’ve done better for you. In his hand, the same framed picture of you both that he’s held onto every night ever since the horrible incident. Y/N L/N. Like a song that’s stuck on loop. It’s the only thing that runs through his mind.

The door swiftly opens, and much to his disliking, a massive amount of light now enters the former den of manliness pit of depression.

To show his displeasure, Bakugou rolled himself in the blankets, covering his entire body in them and being the picture inside with him as well. With different circumstances, Y/N would’ve thought it was cute or adorable, but it wasn’t Y/N that opened the door.

“Really Bakubro?” The blonde’s best friend spoke.

Eijirou Kirishima. The best friend of our dearest sad boy. He’s been letting his Bakubro crash in his dorm room because Katsuki refuses to clean his own. It looks exactly the same as it did on Valentine’s Day. Just a little different.

Rose petals were dead and dried up on his floors, candles were nearly melted to the bottom as they lay everywhere in the room, the curry was thankfully thrown out by Kirishima claiming that he could smell the spoiled aroma all the way from his room. But the presents, letter, and new gear stayed in the exact same spots. Bakugou didn’t feel worthy enough to be blessed with all the stuff but he was oh so desperate to be worthy. Worthy of your time, your love, and you in general.

Bakugou let out a grumbled whine of displeasure. He could feel the disappointment and concern radiating off his friend. As Katsuki poked just his face out of the covers, he was met with the expression that represented those two things.

“You can’t keep living like this bro,” Kirishima began, “You can’t keep hallowing in sadness in my room. I wanna help you, but you gotta help yourself too. Ever since you and Y/N split-“ Bakugou quickly interrupted.

“We didn’t split, she left me!” The blonde cried.

“...Right, okay. Well ever since Y/N left you, you’re not the same. You stay in here, playing the same damn sad tunes, covering yourself in my blankets, crying all day, and holding onto that picture! You haven’t even been to class or training! Shit man, you don’t even come out of my room to eat food! I gotta bring your plate here just to make sure that you’re properly fed. You’re a mess Bakugou. And not even the hot kind!” His best friend was right. He was a mess. And not even the hot kind.

“Well what the hell am I supposed to do shitty hair?” Bakugou said while dragging the covers over his face once more. Inside the blanket he held onto the picture as if it were actually you.

The fake red head snatched the covers off of his friend’s body and forced him up.

The said friend didn’t take too kindly to that and growled in displeasure.

“What the fuck Kirishima,” Bakugou said, a little to calm and chilling.

“Dont give me that bull Katsuki. You gotta get her back. I would say move on, but it’s clear you can’t.” Kirishima said while rolling his eyes.

Bakugou mirrored the action and said “yea no shit genius. I can’t and won’t move on.”

“So then go get her man!” Kirishima yelled

“And how the fuck am I supposed to do that? Huh?!” Bakugou was so confused. In what way was it going to be possible to win you back?

“Figure it out! Look Bakugou, I’ll be here to help you along the way, but you gotta figure this shit out on your own. This is your relationship here, if you want it as bad as you claim you do then prove it. You want Y/N back? Then fight for her, idiot!” The blonde’s eyes seemed to go wide.

Two words stuck out to Katsuki during his friend’s little speech. Prove it. Fuck yeah he will! He’ll prove to the whole damn universe how much he wants you back. More importantly, he’ll prove it to you and win you back.

The iconic Bakugou smirk reappeared on Katsuki’s face. Kirishima took it as a good sign. “Alright shitty hair, you want me to prove how badly I want Y/N back. FINE!” The two friends pulled the iconic bro hug to seal the deal.

(You know? That shit that guys do where they high five and pull each other in with that one hand for the quickest hug and pat each other on the back? You know what I’m talking about.)

“Welcome back Katsuki.” Kirishima gladly stated. “Now get the fuck out of my room man, I’m sick of sleeping on the common room couches and you reek. Take a shower. And get your own clothes from your own room.”

As Kirishima pushed him out into the hallway and shut the door, it hit Bakugou like a bus. This would be Katsuki’s first challenge. Going back into the room filled with the torn love.

As Katsuki opened the door holding onto the picture, he felt his heart sink. He saw the damage. Melted candles, dried petals, the gifts and letter. Even the nasty smell of the spoiled curry still remained. As Katsuki gathered the courage to walk in and place the picture on the messy nightstand, it’s like the room was holding onto some sad emotions. Heartache and regret filled Katsuki’s chest. He couldn’t believe how fast it happened. He thought he would at least have a minute or two before he felt the pain again. Man, did it hurt like hell.

Katsuki dashed to his closet grabbing the first things he saw. He grabbed his shower container that held all his soaps and cleaning utensils and ran out the room, shutting the door. Once out, he let out a breath of relief.

“...after I clean myself up, the room’s next.” Katsuki said with determination as he walked towards the boy’s community showers and bath house.

When the hot water hit his skin, he felt a sense of calm. It wasn’t the same as the warmth of Kirishima’s blankets. It was better. The water and hot steam completely engulfed him in relaxation. The water washed away not only the dirt and grime, but also some of the tense feelings. For a moment, he felt at ease.

As Katsuki walked out the bathing area now fully clothed and dried, he made his way back to his room. He stood there, staring at the knob until he felt he was ready. Once he opened the door, the emotions hit him once again. Like a wave of sadness washed over his entire body. Finally, he stepped in.

First things first. Open up these windows. Let out that disgusting air filled with spoiled curry and sad emotions. When Katsuki took a breath a fresh air, he felt so alive. Much better than he has in days.

Now, we gotta move stuff. Katsuki picked up his dirty laundry and put it in his closet to wash later. He moved all his presents up off the floor and onto the bed. He swepted all the dead petals and toss them in his trash can. He threw out all the ruined candles and sprayed the room with air fresheners. He fixed up his bed and placed the picture frame back on his now cleaned nightstand. Next to it, a lit candle that smelled of caramel.

Katsuki took a seat at his desk. He was back to thinking about Y/N and all that he could do to win her back. As he checked his clock, he realized just how late it was. Kirishima came back to him at the end of class and training which was around 6. He spent an hour talking to Katsuki, and then Katsuki spent 4 hours cleaning himself and his room. It was 11:00 now. Way past his usual bed time. He’ll figure things out in the morning.

Katsuki smiled to himself as he layed in his own bed. He was finally on the right track again and one step closer to getting his teddy bear back. He turned to the picture frame, and grabbed onto it, hugging it while he slept. Katsuki was getting better but he wasn’t whole again. He needed Y/N to help him sleep alright, so holding the picture at night will have to do. He couldn’t wait till he woke up in the morning. Tomorrow he had school, he’ll get to see Y/N’s beautiful face for the first time in awhile, but before that, you bet your ass he’s waking up extra early to come up with a plan.

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The next morning

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *click!*

The blonde smacked his alarm button before he rose up and stretched his body. Today was the day. He’s gets to see Y/N again. Bakugou just sits in place staring at nothing. Just taking 2 minutes to regain full consciousness. Once he’s set, he’s up and getting ready. It’s 4 in the morning now, so he begins to strategize.

Katsuki is pulling out easels and white boards. Pulling out notebooks and writing down facts. What Y/N is interested in, her favorite hobbies and foods, where she likes to spend her time, what she could need help with that Bakugou could assist her with. He’s also writing down the highlights of their relationship and what she seemed to enjoy best about him. He’ll be keeping that as a reference for when he needs to reassess on how he should treat her better. He will do better this time. That’s a promise to himself and you.

After half an hour of slightly struggling, he reaches out for help. Now at 4:30 a.m, here was the blonde knocking at his best friend’s door.

Rock music is blasting, sweat is flying everywhere and punches are being thrown at a hero. Not just any hero, Crimson Riot! As Kirishima continues to spar with his idol, he’s interrupted by a banging sound.

*BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM*

“The hell?” The younger red head says. Soon his idol began to fade away.

“Crimson Riot! Hey are you okay sir?!” But it was too late, the man was gone. Now the whole room was waving around. Did Kirishima accidentally mistake his giant jug of water for vodka or something? Soon he was left in nothing but a black abyss. And then....he fell!

“Shitty hair.....Ei....KIRISHIMA!”

“AH!” The red head screamed as he shot up from the bed, head-butting his best friend right then and there. Great, a perfect dream. Ruined.

“Ah, shit!” Bakugou said in pain as he held his now throbbing forehead. “What the fuck?”

“That’s my line Bakugou,” the red head sighed, “Did you break into my room? Jeez man, what the fuck? What are you doing here at.....4:38 a.m?!?!? DUDE!”

“I know, my bad okay? But..I could use some help.” Bakugou whispered the last part so Kirishima had no idea what this man just said.

“What bro?” Kirishima asked.

“I said....I could use some help.” The blonde repeated.

“C’mon man, you’re gonna have to speak u-“

“I need your help, alright?!” Bakugou finally said. Kirishima sighed. His bro really couldn’t wait until later?

“Bakugou, you know I’m always down to help you out but this is too early man. Can we just-“ the blonde quickly added on to what he was previously saying.

“Please.”

Kirishima’s eyes shot open after he closed them to drift off back to sleep. Did the Katsuki Bakugou just ask for help by saying please? This must be extremely important.

“......alright. You got me, I’m up. But if I’m gonna be up at 4 in the morning, others are gonna be helping us too.” Kirishima bargained.

“But-“ Kirishima cut him off

“But nothing. Besides, I’m drowsy in the morning so I wouldn’t really focus all that well. And we’re just going to the people we can trust.” The red head explained.

“Fine.” The blonde gave in. So there they went, gathering the other members of the Bakusquad (minus Y/N) to help Bakugou win back his girl.

As the 4 sleepy heads sat down on Bakugou’s floor infront of the whiteboard he wrote on, The blonde began to explain some of his plans.

“So I was thinking of treating her real nice all day until she takes me back and we become friends again, eventually leading to our relationship, but then I realized she’d be into a fake me and we all know I can’t pull the nice guy act forever. Then I thought I’d spoil her with all of the things she desires, but money can’t buy you love. So I thought I could-“ Katsuki quickly noticed the long period of silence other than his voice.

There, were his 4 friends sleeping in a dog pile in the middle of his dorm room floor, completely ignoring everything he’s been saying.

Bakugou sighed and grabbed a small “heroes weekly” issue sitting on his desk, rolled it up, and wacked his friends in their heads.

“You idiots...WAKE THE FUCK UP!” Ahh, welcome back Gremlin Bakugou.

As his friends came back from the dead, they all complained.

“Aww c’mon Bakugou. We’ve been at this for an hour already, it’s 5:40.” Sero said while yawning.

“I don’t care. You idiots offered to help so here you are.” Bakugou said while turning to face the board again.

“We didn’t offer shit!” The bakusquad simultaneously replied.

Mina let out a groan while rubbing her eyes open, “Look Bakugou. We really want you and Y/N to be happy together, we really do, but maybe it’s for the best if you guys don-“ Mina was cut off by Denki slapping his hand over her mouth.

As she looked at her electric friend, she saw a nervous expression on his face. She followed his gaze and saw the back of an angry and almost insane looking and shaking Bakugou.

Hearing Mina say that he should let Y/N go triggered something in his brain. But hearing her say they wanted the couple back together enlightened him too. His mind got the two mixed up.

‘Everyone wants us back together. Not just me. So...then we are back together. Yeah. Y/N is still mine’ the now insane blonde thought to himself.

“....Ok well, time to go, get some sleep, see you idiots in the morning!” Bakugou said while pushing the group out of his room. Once they made it over the threshold, he slammed the door.

With an insane plan in mind, Bakugou checked the time and saw he could take at least a good hour long nap before he had to get ready to leave for school. And that’s exactly what he did. So he jumped into the covers, grabbing onto the picture and drifted off into sleep.

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*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *click!*

Bakugou’s alarm rang once more, and again, he slammed it shut. He stretched, got up outta bed and changed into his uniform. That power nap really well rested him, but it also must’ve fucked up his brain even more.

‘And now it’s time to go see my beautiful girlfriend,’ he thought to himself.

After Mina’s comments last night, it hit Bakugou with a great realization. Everyone wanted him and Y/N back together. Not just him. So why not give everybody what they want? Sure maybe Y/N might not completely want it but she’ll learn how to love Bakugou again. Everyone’s happy. And so, Bakugou was convinced that him and Y/N were back together.

At breakfast, Bakugou ran down to already see the Squad up and eating.

“Why the hell do you losers look like death?” He asked while grabbing a cup for his orange juice.

“Well we were all trying to sleep, but after what happened this morning, we couldn’t.” Mina explained.

“What happened this morning? There was nothing big except you guys helping me out.” Kirishima really couldn’t believe it. Had his dear friend not even notice his weird ass trigger moment earlier?

“Alright whatever. Anyway, wheres Y/N?” Bakugou asked after he finished his cup.

“Oh, she just left. She had an early breakfast and went for a quick walk.” Mina said.

“You planning on talking to her today Kacchan?” Denki questioned him.

“You damn Spark Plug, of course I’m gonna talk to my girlfriend today. Fucking idiot.” He said as he grabbed his bag and walked out the kitchen.

“.........Huh?” The entire squad was left in confusion.

‘Had they gotten back together this morning? Did she really accept him back that fast? What the fuck is going on?’ They all thought.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!?” Kaminari cried out as he pulled at and scruffled his hair in confusion.

Ah Denki. Always saying what everyone is thinking but the only one ballsy enough to idiotically say it aloud.

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As she walked to class, Y/N hummed a little song to herself. She enjoyed her walk as it helped clear her mind from all the recent events. Her breakup with Bakugou really took a toll on her. They were together for almost 2 years (EVER SINCE JUNIOR HIGH) so of course the split hit her hard. He accused her of cheating and burned her. So much for trust, right? Not only that, but the burn left a tiny scar. Usually, due to you having a regeneration ability as part of your quirk, Phoenix, the scar should’ve healed up. Maybe the emotional damage caused it to permanently mark itself in you. Oh well, whats done is done. And now it’s time for class.

When you walked though the door, you were expecting a normal day. Ever since the split, you usually got their a lot earlier before anyone else so you could sit, do a little reading, sketch out a little drawing, or just rest your eyes until the bell rang. Except this time, when you opened the door, someone jumped on you for a hug.

“Babe! There you are you little dumbass. Jeez, I was looking for you everywhere.” Bakugou said as he let go of the hug. “I’ve missed you, haven’t seen you in a few days.”

“Uhm, you said babe??” You spoke with a confused and shocked voice.

“Yeah, I called you babe? So what? We always call each other that. You are my girlfriend after all.” He said so casually as he walked to his seat.

THISMANSAIDWHAATTT

“Uh, Bakugou-“

“Katsuki.” He deadpanned.

“Bakugou, we broke up.” You stated while walking up to him.

“Mm...no we didn’t.” He once again so casually said.

“Wha- I- we- you-....HUH?!” You stuttered out.

“Y/N-“

“L/N!” You corrected.

“Y/N. We didn’t break up you dummy, we only had a little set back and that’s fine. All couples do. But thankfully you forgave me and we’ve moved past it,” he began as he pulled you into his lap, “besides, everyone wants us back together including us so why not make it easier for everyone.”

You began stuttering out none sense right there on his lap. You were in such shock and utter disbelief that he said all that bullshit. Well maybe he was right about one thing. Everyone did want you guys back together, including you both, but that’s besides the point! Y’all broke up! He needs to accept it.

“Baku- no- I- we-“ and before you knew it, his lips were on yours.

And for some reason, you didn’t push him away. Granted you didn’t accept it either, but you slowly melted into it. The kiss was passionate and slow. It wasn’t sloppy, it was very controlled, but it was just a lotta lip and tongue. The whole thing sent butterflies to your heart and stomach. Oh how you missed moments like these with Katsuki.

He readjusted you on his lap so that you were now straddling him. His hands travelled down to your ass as he gave it a nice squeeze, one that made you moan into the kiss. Your arms went straight to his neck to pull him in for more and he took it as an invitation to start. The kiss began to get a little rougher. More tongue and teeth, both of you extremely desperate for the touch from one another. With your cunt pressed onto his crotch, he slowly thrusted up into you as you grinded down slowly on him. You both started breathing heavier and letting out little whimpers of ecstasy. He could probably feel your now soaked panties. One hand left your ass and came around to the front. He pressed on your soaked pussy through your damp underwear and it caused shutters to go through your entire body.

You began pressing down into his hand, desperate for more friction and Bakugou noticed. He moved your panties to the side and slipped in one finger. This was rewarded with a louder moan that caused Katsuki to smile into the kiss. He knew you and your body so well. He was determined to treat you right and get you to fall for him one more time. As his finger felt around your velvet walls, he slipped in another one, receiving an even louder cry of pleasure. You broke off from the kiss to throw your head back. Katsuki saw this as an opportunity to attack your neck. To mark you up and let everyone know you still belonged to him.

“K-Katsuki. Don’t...don’t stop,” you panted.

“I won’t princess, I’ll take care of you.” He smiled.

Without warning, he shoved in 2 more fingers. You were so loud and Bakugou was so proud. You were gonna let everyone know what’s happening and he was excited.

He lifted his head to whisper into your ear as you continued to moan and sigh.

“Well aren’t you just a little slut. You want everyone to know how well daddy takes care of you? You want them to hear you scream in pleasure?” His words went straight to your cunt that was now welcoming in his 5th and final finger. Completely fisting you now, you let out loud cries.

“S-uki, .....ah, AH YES! Mm, s’too much!” You cried out. You couldn’t help it, you loved him. You knew you did. Even though what he did was wrong, your body took over and your mind turned off. You fully succumbed to his wishes.

You let your feet hit the ground to stand yourself up a little bit and fall down onto his fist, meeting the thrust of his hand moving in and out of you. Watching the show, Katsuki couldn’t help but stare in delight. His hard on growing bigger and bigger each second as he bit his lip to hold back his sounds. Watching you bounce on just his fist did something to him and brought out a feral beast. He snapped.

He pulled his fist out of your aching pussy and sat you down on his desk. He stood up infront of you and tore your delicate panties off.

“Katsuki-“ you were silenced with a smack to your ass

“That’s not my name, teddy bear. C’mon now, you know exactly what I wanna hear.” He said while caressing your thighs.

“..Yes daddy.” You bashfully said.

With a kiss to your cheek he praised you.

“Good girl.” As he began to unbuckle his belt, you looked around the classroom.

“D-daddy. Someone’s gonna see!” You cautiously stated.

Katsuki reassured you with a kiss to your lips, “We’ll be fine princess, I promise,” he said while placing his tip at your entrance. You whimpered at the thought of him inside you again, it’s been so long. You were almost nervous. That is until Katsuki place a finger under your chin so you could face him in his eyes.

“I’m gonna take care of you, so don’t worry.” And with that you slowly nodded. And he finally began to press into you.

With just his tip in, you let out a breathy moan. He was bigger than you remembered. He kept pressing and pressing until he was fully inside your warm and tight hole. You both let out a moan at the feeling of each other.

“Daddy, please move.” And he did as he was told. With a steady pace set, he thrusted himself in and out of you. Both of you moaning louder every second. While you were enveloped in the euphoric feeling, Katsuki was struggling to hold back the beast inside of him. That is until you came up to his ear.

“Fuck me like you mean it, daddy. I won’t break, I promise.” You said in his ear and Katsuki swore he could hear your smirk. Gripping your ass and continuing his pace he spoke.

“Don’t be mad when you can’t walk for the next week,” he smirked. With that, he slammed himself deeper, harder, and faster inside of you. His tip hitting your cervix. You let our screams of pure pleasure and he did the same.

“Oh yesss...shit daddy..so big..”

“F-fuck! Oh you like that? Yeah princess? ...oh shit baby your pussy takes me so well. Y-Yeah, your tight little cunt takes this big cock so fucking well,” he moved faster inside, exploring you completely. His hands went straight to your shirt and and ripped it open. You had a few buttons fly everywhere, but you didn’t care. He pushed your bra up and let one of your mounds fall into his hand. He squeezed it tight to release a generous moan from you. He then dove into the valley of breast to mark your chest. You held onto the back of his head and tugged at his hair and he growled at he feeling, enjoying every second of it.

“Oh yess princess just like that. S-shit. Oh fuck yes...oh you’re mine,” he went deeper inside as he spoke.

“Fuck! Daddy yes! Right t-there! Oh my god..yess,” you cried out.

“Can you feel that. Oh fuck, can you feel my dick in your gut?” He moaned out. Katsuki went to grip the edge of his desk as you kept your hold around his neck, causing him to somehow move faster. He went up to taste your lips once more

“I love you....so much princess...you hear me...Mm, your mine,” he said between kisses and ended with a smack to your now red ass.

His words had you squeezing his cock. He knew what was coming.

“Aww, is princess gonna cum? You gonna cum on daddy’s dick?” He teased.

“Mm...p-please daddy. Please let me cum,” you said while throwing your head back. Katsuki only smirked at this.

“Not yet~” he pulled out of you, leaving you a whiny mess.

“N-no! Daddy please! Please let me finish,” you said while holding onto his shoulders, inches away from his face, pressing your chest to his. Your words caused his “little” friend to grow even harder and Katsuki only smirked and looked down at you.

“Dont worry teddy bear, Daddy’s not done with you yet.” He yanked you off the desk and pressed you down onto it, with your chest to the desk. Then he slammed back into you, returning to the fast pace again.

“Fuck yeah..oh god look at this ass. Nice and round, all red for me,” he said while pounding into you.

He gave your ass a good few smacks, countered with a thrust each harder than the last before going to lay his chest on top of you to whisper in your ear.

“You wanna be a good girl for daddy? Huh, teddy bear?” He asked.

“Mmm, yes! Yes I’ll be good, just please!” You cried out. He reached his hand over to rub on your clit. Your body began to shake with pleasure.

“Then cum with me.....NOW,” he said, and that was all it took for you to release the white liquid. As you came you could feel his hot release filling you up to the brim. He cried out in pure pleasure while you did the same.

You both stayed in that position for a bit, and you could feel the mixture of both your release dripping down your inner thighs. Soon, you felt Katsuki lower himself to kiss your neck.

“You did so good princess.” He calmly said to you. It was relieving, and you loved the sound of his voice, but you couldn’t help but feel a little off at this whole ordeal.

Katsuki pulled out of you and watched how his cum covered and filled your entire pussy. He smiled at the sight and went to grabbed some tissue on Aizawa’s desk to clean you and himself up.

He tucked himself back into his pants and you rebuttoned your shirt the best you could and flipped your skirt back down. Since Katsuki tore your panties you’d have to go commando at least until you got back to your room. You watched as Katsuki went to throw away the tissues and your torn underwear into the trash can. When he made his way back to you, he held you in his arms and attempted to kiss you. But you turned away.

“Hey teddy be-“

“No, Katsuki. Please don’t call me that.” You said while looking down. Katsuki felt his heart hurt a little. You’re always gonna be his teddy bear, why would he ever stop calling you that?

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” He asked you.

“Us. This. Katsuki, what happened today should not have happened.” You said

“What?” He was so confused and a little hurt.

As tears start to fill your eyes, you did everything you could to not let them fall. “Suki, we broke up. You accused me of cheating, you burned me! So for us to come in here and just have sex like nothing happened is wrong.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry for what happened. Seriously, after what I did it destroyed me. But please listen, I lov-“ you cut him off again.

“I know!.....I know you do Katsuki.....and I love you too Suki. So much,” this brought a smile to his face. A true, genuine smile that you loved so dearly.

“But I’m scared.” You added on. This made Katsuki’s smile drop, worry and concern fill his eyes.

“Of what exactly?” He asked you while gently holding onto your hand.

“.....You.” This shocked him. His own teddy bear feared him. Heartbreaking.

“I’m scared of the lack of trust that you have for me. And not only that, but your quirk too. Katsuki I know you’re one of the best students here at UA, but I know you’re emotions can get out of hand too. It’s clear that when you’re not in control of your feelings, your quirk can lash out. The evidence is right here,” you turned you arm that he was holding to show him the scar he left on you.

Now this really hurt Katsuki. He loved marking you with his love, not with his anger. The fact that he did that to you sent his mind into a frenzy. Until he felt your touch on his cheek.

Holding onto his cheek with your soft hands, you spoke reassuring words. “Katsuki, you were right about two things. I do want us to be together again and I do forgive you,” and with that, Katsuki leaned into your touch. Holding onto your hand that held his face, he released a single tear he didn’t know he was holding and closed his eyes in relief and satisfaction.

“But I can’t be with you again.” Your words caused him to open his eyes and stare at you in shock and fear. “At least...not yet.”

Whew, his heart rate went back down. Oh the rollar coaster of emotions this poor boy was currently on.

“Yet?” He asked hopefully.

“Suki, I’m still trying to fix myself, and it’s clear that you need to fix yourself too. I really want to be with you, but we both need time to grow for each other. I can’t leave you. I know for sure that in my heart, you’re always gonna be the one I run back to, but I don’t want to run back to someone who could possibly hurt me again. I want to come back to you knowing that when we are together again, our relationship is secured.” You explained.

A silence filled the air. You both stared at each other for what felt like forever. Nobody else in the world. Just you and him. He then pulled you in for a tight hug. As he held onto you, you could feel hot tears hitting your shoulder, and quiet sobs left his voice along with a hitched breath every now and then. Katsuki was crying.

“....I promise you. I’m gonna get better for you. I’m gonna be worthy of you and your love and it’ll stay that way for the rest of our lives. You and me. Together. Im gonna do whatever it takes to get you back and I won’t stop at anything until you’re mine again. I swear I’ll treat you better than I ever did before. As long as I know that you’re coming back to me and me only, I’ll wait for you for as long as it takes teddy bear.” He said into your neck with his arms tightly wrapped around your waist.

“I know you will Suki. And I promise I won’t make you wait too long.” You said while hugging him back.

“You better not.” The blonde said.

“Don’t forget though, I’m always yours. And just yours.” You reassured him.

“......Can we at least make this a little easier for me and say we didn’t split. We’re just on a break. A small break?” He said, now looking directly in your eyes while still holding onto you.

You put his worries at ease with your gentle smile. “The smallest break, Suki.” You softly laughed as you both went back in for another hug.

“........I like it better when you call me daddy,” the damn devil said while smiling.

“Shut up you horny idiot.” You chuckled.

‘I can’t wait to be yours again,’ you both thought

You both stayed there in each other’s embraces until the world faded away. It was just you and him. Together. You were both no longer lost. You weren’t at your destination yet, but you were on the right tracks. One step closer to each other. One step closer to love.

A/N: There’s still a little more I wanna add to the story, so there will be a part 3 to close this little short story. Sorry if there were any spelling mistakes. Thank you guys so much for the love and support. As a new writer I never expected to grow so quickly so I truly love each and every one of you bear cubs! Sorry this was so long, I hope you enjoyed! 💗🧸

[thetravelingmaster]

Short Story: Morning Routine

Male’s Point of View - Hypnosis

​“I make myself beautiful...  Because my mind is beautiful...” she whispered. Not fully aware that her lips had moved and voiced the constant litany looping inside her exquisitely blank mind. It had been a long and exciting journey to reach this sumptuous result, but we both agree that it was well worth the patience it took. I stood and watched, each morning, as she went through the routine. Whatever the previous evening might have included. Whatever the day might yet hold for her, without fail, she is utterly unable to resist the hypnotic compulsion she wakes up with every day. Again and again... Her mind loops this simple 2 sentence mantra until she is satisfied that her outward appearance properly reflects the magnificent beauty she finally sees within herself. ​ ​“I make myself beautiful...  Because my mind is beautiful...” she whispered. I can’t help but smile every time her far away whisper hints at the constant unyielding push she feels every morning as she rises from her bed. Regardless of the time she needs to get up, the routine never changes. Never sways... Without fail, she will get up and do a variation of yoga poses to get her blood flowing. I’m not always awake for this part, but when I am, I can fully admire her sensual body as it poses and stretches. Her voluptuously curves always held an allure I couldn’t resist, especially when she displayed herself so erotically next to our bed. But I always hold back and simply admire.

“I make myself beautiful...  Because my mind is beautiful...” she whispered.

I would never dare to interrupt her well established routine. Especially since I never know when her litany will be made to escape her delicious lips. It never happens precisely in the same moments and I'm always eager to discover when it will happen. Yesterday, it escaped while she was still doing her morning yoga while today, it surfaced once she was almost done and putting on her make up. I never know and I always wait in sweet anticipation as she makes herself beautiful. “I make myself beautiful...  Because my mind is beautiful...” she whispered. After her yoga, she goes to stand in front of her full-length mirror and slowly undresses as she admires herself. Her eyes are still sleepy and blank, but I can always tell that she is judging the way she removes her clothes. She told me long ago that she was too shy to sensually undress for me and this little part of her routine was to help her see just how sensual she could be. Every morning, she would undress in a different way while she admired the effect it created. Every morning, it helps convince her that she is the exquisite creature I love and cherish. Every morning her comfort level allows her moves to showcase the sexy beautiful vixen that inhabits her mind. “I make myself beautiful...  Because my mind is beautiful...” she whispered. Once she is naked and has done a few tasteful poses for herself, and me by extension if I am awake, then she moves to the shower. It is always a long hot shower where she lets the warmth of the stream wash away the night. She spends a long while in there as she allows herself to enjoy the moment and thoroughly wash every inch of her incredible body. She didn’t always see herself as having the body of a sensual goddess, but the constant hypnotic loop playing in her mind has helped her understand that the beauty of her mind can be pulled out and manifested by her body. Just like I told her so many times before... Being beautiful and sexy starts in the mind. “I make myself beautiful...  Because my mind is beautiful...” she whispered. Her mind is excessively erotic and sensual. Beautiful in ways that always captivated me even before we became lovers. Well before we started to explore the hypnotic possibilities her mind was open to experience. Every morning, she makes sure her body is the sexual and beautiful manifestation of her inner sexuality. Her time in the shower is spent making sure her skin maintains the silky quality we both enjoy, as she makes sure to chase down and remove all the unwanted follicles she does not desire to blemish that perfect silkiness. “I make myself beautiful...  Because my mind is beautiful...” she whispered. My very favorite part comes next. She emerges from the steamy bathroom with one towel wrapped tightly around her body while another twists and bunches up her long mane in a perfect top knot of morning sexiness. She slowly walks to her side of the closet and lets the towel slip off her freshly pampered body. She stands naked and proud as if she had always had this seductive confidence. Which was far from the truth when I met her. It took a long while for her to acquire, but with patience, she finally feels the shameless comfort that her inner beauty can afford her. Wearing only the towel in her hair, she calmly decides on what she will wear for the day to come. Regardless if it is her work clothes or some sexy lingerie she wants to wear for me as we lounge in bed on a Saturday morning, she always selects something that will enhance her natural elegance. Her underwear choice slowly shifted as more and more her desire to wear something sensual pushed her to replace her generic undergarments. She puts on her color choice with any and all accessories that go with it before carefully laying out on the bed her choice of clothes for the day. She then slips her arms in the sleeves of her silky bathrobe and moves to sit at her vanity. “I make myself beautiful...  Because my mind is beautiful...” she whispered. She carefully unwraps her hair from the towel and reaches for her dyer. Her eyes stay perfectly captivated on herself in the mirror as she methodically dries and untangles her hair. She will brush and style it according to what her day will hold for her. But, regardless if it is a simple ponytail, an elaborate braid or even diligently curling her long locks, she won’t stop or do anything else until she is completely satisfied that it is perfect. All the while, her mind still echoes the loop inside her mind as her vacant eyes analyze every square inch of her lovely face before she sets about the last of beautification tasks. Taking into account her choice of outfit and her hair style, she then proceeds to enhance her genuine beauty with makeup. On some days, it is barely a touch of lipstick to moisten her soft lips while on others, she can spend almost an hour carefully working on her face to create a stunning masterpiece. Whatever is called for… Whatever is needed to make her as beautiful on the outside as she is on the inside. “I make myself beautiful...  Because my mind is beautiful...” she whispered. Don’t get me wrong, my sweet girl is stunning the moment she sits up in our bed. I’ve told her again and again that her beauty isn’t about how fit she is or what she applies to her body. Her beauty shines from within. But as she places the finishing touches of her make up and blankly admires the results of her tireless preparations, she finally feels like she can truly see and appreciate the same depths of beauty that I’ve always seen hidden away inside her. Her features don’t betray the pleasure that starts to course through her body as she looks at herself in the vanity mirror. All her tasks are done and completely and she can finally give in to the slow growing pleasure she started to feel the moment her eyes opened. Our hypnotic sessions had swayed and seduced her subconscious in ways that delighted her. Her sessions and hard work as my ideal subject paid off slowly as week after week, her mind embraced the conditioning of her loop. Of her morning routine… “I make myself beautiful...  Because my mind is beautiful...” she whispered, a little louder… As she sat there, immobile and blank, admiring her inner beauty made flesh, her mind finally reached the end of her conditioned routine and released the pleasure my suggestions had blocked. The pleasure that had steadily simmered and grown in the background had finally reached its boiling point. It was free to erupt inside her mind while her body stayed perfectly still. Her mind experienced an orgasm, making the softest of whimpers escape her lips. Like a release valve for the excess intensity that exploded deep inside her mind. I have often had her describe that particular experience and every time, she can’t bring herself to properly describe it. She calls them her mindgasms… Where she experiences all the rush and pleasure of a regular sexual release without actually feeling it erupt from deep within her loins. She absolutely loves them. Having now experienced that delicious conclusion, her morning routine was finished… So she blinks. And finally wakes up. She always smiles with surprise and delight as she starts to register how beautiful she made herself. For you see… It comes as a complete surprise for her since up until that post mind orgasmic moment, she wasn’t truly awake. Every morning, without being able to resist or prevent it, her body wakes up and her mind enters a waking trance. Months of work went into conditioning this into her, but now that we reached this point, she cannot deny it. Even if, the night before, she feels tired and doesn’t want to go through her morning routine so she can get those previous moments of extra sleep. She won’t. She will unconsciously set her alarm to an appropriate time to allow her to fulfill her mindless compulsion. I always chuckle when she tries to fight or prevent herself from accomplishing her routine. She simply can’t… It is a real delight to watch her wake up, after her mental release, and see her curse under her breath. Both disappointed and happy as she realizes that yet again, she could not prevent herself from accomplishing her compelled morning tasks. Watching her go through her mindless routine never fails to astonish and arouse me. As well as her… Because in the end, this is but one aspect of our hypnotic play and there are so many other triggers and compulsions we have yet to explore together. Not to mention the ones that are already firmly anchored deep inside her subconscious. Maybe next time, I’ll tell you all about those lovely erotic compulsions… Or compel her to describe them for you.